#but at the end apparently he planned this whole dinner date thing at this nice restaurant

[wasteland-lover]

i just remembered one of the dreams i had last night..

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 17

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em is on a date with Nicole when he learns about Y/N’s attack at the bar.

CW : Hospital

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall was spending the evening at Nicole’s for their fourth date. They planned on having dinner and watching a movie, as they had done for their previous date nights. Granted, that wasn’t really original, but in his position, his options were kind of limited. He wished he could go places for dates, but it was a whole organization. He usually had to rent out the places he wanted to go to and have his security team nearby, which was sort of uncomfortable if he wanted to get to know someone “the normal way”. If he wanted to build a genuine connection with someone, it was better not do anything screaming “I’m a famous millionaire rapper and I can’t go anywhere without the risk of being harassed”. Thankfully, Nicole seemed happy with their simple dates. That was one of the many things he liked about her : she had simple taste and she was real with him. A common misconception that people had about him was that it was easy for him to date. He could certainly have a lot of opportunities with the ladies if he wanted to, but the ones who threw themselves at him were usually the type he disliked the most : attracted to him because of his name, his fortune, his fame, expecting him to take them to all sorts of fancy places and introducing them to famous people… After his second divorce from Kim, he had figured out he would never really find love again. For years, he didn’t get involved in relationships, choosing to focus on raising his children, working on his sobriety and making music. Sure, he’d had a few encounters, but never serious ones. He had made a point not to. And the couple of times he gave it a try, he ended up getting hurt. As he had entered his fifties, he was pretty sure he was going to end up alone. In truth, he didn’t mind that much. He was lucky enough to have a great family he was close to, including his ex wife, as well as amazing friends (who were basically like family anyway). Women were pretty much an afterthought. At least, that was the case before he met Y/N. In a matter of months, she had become one of the most important persons in his life.

From the first time they met, he took a liking towards her. Sure, she was beautiful, but it wasn’t the only reason. There was something about the way she carried herself and how she acted. She was always nice, respectful, sweet and kind. She had a very calm aura, a far cry from a lot of the girls who had come to the studio before. To the point where he had actually instigated a rule : no girls unless they’re long-time partners or family. He was almost pissed when Jamal asked to make an exception for his new roommate, but Talia assured him that Y/N would not be an inconvenience. She was apparently coming out of the hospital after an OD and would live with them for a few months, until she got better. And they were right : she was far from inconvenient. At first, she was barely noticeable, keeping to herself, scared to intrude. When he saw her for the first time, mindlessly playing with her NA chip, he had felt the urge to make her feel at ease, because he knew how stressful those first moments in a sobriety journey could be. He had been there. On that first day, he got to know her and felt drawn to her. For the first time in ages, he could relate to someone. And as weeks went by, he got to know her better, not as an addict, but as a person. She turned out to be extremely spirited, funny, with a sharp wit. It felt like they could talk about anything : she was educated and knew a lot about different topics, and the one she knew nothing about, she was interested in. Another thing he really enjoyed about hanging out with her is that she almost had no idea who he was. She acted insanely normal around him and asked him questions most people never did, mostly because they knew the answers from his interviews or his Wikipedia page. She didn’t. So even talking about something as trivial as their favorite TV shows or the place they grew up was extremely enjoyable. In a matter of months, he became best friends with her, which was as challenging as it was fun. It soon became clear that they were attracted to each other, on a night where he was having dinner at her place and they almost ended up in bed together. But it hadn’t seemed like a great idea : as insanely attractive as she was, no matter how horny she made him, she was too young for him (she could be his daughter, for God’s sake), she was just getting out of a relationship and starting to recover from addiction. For the most part, he managed to keep things friendly, which hadn’t been without trials. Even if he was trying to do the right thing, he was just a man and knowing Y/N was attracted to him drove him crazy. But after a few months of being emotionally and physically close and caring for her, he ended up giving up on his principles and considering dating her. However, this was cut short when they had their first argument.

To be fair, he was the one who fucked up, there was no denying that. But things had escalated and gotten ugly when she threw his past emotionally abusive relationship in his face and he responded very poorly by calling her a junkie and a whore, as well as suggesting that it would have been better if she had died from an overdose. In the span of a few minutes, he was brought back to the person he vowed not to be anymore. After a few weeks of thinking, he came to understand that Y/N had way too much power over him. With her, he could either be the very best or the very worst version of himself. It seemed like there was no in-between. Sure, that would make for great songs, but he didn’t actually want this, no matter how much he wanted her. Spending a month apart from her made him realize how much he cared about her, how much she meant to him, so forgiving her for hurting him was a no-brainer. But that was the thing : he wanted to be there for her, care for her, provide her with everything she could ever need, and he knew he couldn’t do that if he risked turning into the world’s biggest asshole every time they had an argument. Things were safer if they remained best friends, as there would be much less at stake. They would still be close, still be there for each other, and even though it hurt a bit, he was ready to renounce the possibility of making her his if it meant that they wouldn’t hurt each other. That was how much she meant to him. And when Hailie offered to set him up on a date with Nicole, it was a welcome distraction. He figured it wouldn’t hurt as much if he was focused on dating someone, which would also give him actual reasons not to give in on his attraction to his friend. Plus, Nicole was actually a great person.

He should have been the happiest man on earth, having found a solution to his problem, but he still found himself to be annoyed. One thing he had not taken into account was the possibility for Y/N to be with someone and how it would make him feel. Thinking back, it had been stupid on his part. Of course she was a catch, and of course she would have tons of men begging for her attention. And apparently, thanks to his own daughter, she happened to have found one that was actually worthy of her. Jury was still out, obviously, but if Y/N was to be believed, that Josh guy was pretty great. Apparently, he was going out of his way to treat her like the princess she was, showering her with flowers, gifts, cute texts and even taking her out to some cool places. Better yet, he actually understood her work (unlike himself, who wasn’t quite sure what her work entailed - because she was too fucking smart for him).

Josh was supposed to take Y/N on a double date with Hailie and Evan. Dancing. She seemed ecstatic. Apparently they had been taking dancing classes. That shit was insanely corny, but she looked so happy and cheerful that she made it look enjoyable. When he saw her walk back in the room in her black dress, his heart skipped a beat at the thought that Josh would be the one dancing with her tonight, holding her hand and taking her home. He was the one who got to do all these gestures for her, who was able to go out with her in public. Not him. And even though he hated to admit it to himself, it hurt a bit. But at the end of the day, what mattered was her being happy. And if being with Josh put a smile on her pretty face… so be it. As for him, he would try to enjoy his date night with Nicole. After all, he was still a lucky man by a lot of standards. Nicole was kind, thoughtful, laid-back and really beautiful. He would be a fool not to enjoy her company. Plus, this date was kind of a promising one. They had not slept together yet, but tonight was the night, he knew it as Nicole had hinted several times at him possibly spending the night. That wasn’t his first rodeo after all. Plus, he guessed that having sex with someone other than Y/N would be a nice distraction from his feelings.

The evening turned out to be enjoyable. He was half-naked, making out with Nicole on the couch, absolutely not paying attention to the movie that was playing, when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He didn’t answer, figuring that it wasn’t important and that, if it were, the person would call back. Which was exactly what happened. He kissed Nicole one last time before glancing at the screen. It was Hailie. She never called twice in a row, unless it was an emergency.

Is there anything wrong ? She asked as soon as she saw the frown on his face.

It’s my daughter, he said. She tried calling twice, it’s a bit unusual. Mind if I call her back ?

No, of course, go ahead, she said with a smile.

Both of them were in agreement that kids came first. She was a parent too, so she understood that perfectly. Of course, in both of their cases, the kids were grown up, but it didn’t really change anything. If anything, that was worse : grown up kids don’t call at night for no reason, unless it’s serious. He quickly put his tee-shirt back on and went to another room to call Hailie back.

Dad ? Hello ? She answered - and as soon as he heard her voice, he could tell she’d been crying.

What’s up Hay ? Anything wrong ? He asked, suddenly worried.

Dad… I need you to call Talia and Jamal, she said. Y/N was attacked.

What happened ?! He asked. Where are you ? I’m on my way, ok ?

He could feel his heart race. Thankfully, Hailie was fine. If anything, she seemed a bit shocked, but at least, she was safe. He immediately went back to the living room and grabbed his jacket.

I’m so sorry, Nic, but I have to go, he said.

What’s wrong ? She asked. Is Hailie alright ?

Y/N was attacked, apparently, I have to go and check up on her, he explained as he was putting his shoes on.

Wait… Who is Y/N ? She asked, confused.

She’s my… daughter’s friend, he replied, slightly annoyed by the question.

Oh isn’t she the one who was with you in the ER ? She recalled.

Yeah, he said. Look, I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you soon, ok ?

He quickly kissed her on the cheek and hurried out of her house and to his car before driving to the bar where Hailie was. He found his daughter crying in the arms of her boyfriend, outside of the place. They were both clearly inebriated, although he guessed that the shock had done a pretty good job in getting them to sober up. As soon as she spotted him, she hugged him.

Are you ok ? He asked.

Yes, she said, still crying. I can’t believe what happened.

Where’s Y/N ?

In an ambulance. They’re rushing her to the hospital, she replied. Josh is with her, but we’re waiting on news. I just gave my statement to the police.

What the fuck happened ? He inquired, not fully grasping the situation.

I’m not sure, Dad… We had a great night and we were dancing. She went to the bathroom and, when I went to go with her, I found her there, almost getting raped by some guy. She was unconscious, Hailie explained.

Shit, Marshall said.

She was only alone for a couple of minutes, his daughter continued with tears in her eyes. I was supposed to go with her… Dad, do you think it’s my fault ?

She continued sobbing. He gently held her and kissed her forehead.

You did nothing wrong, Hay, he said. Do you know who the guy is ?

Yes, I screamed for help and some people caught him and called the cops, she said. The police took him.

Good, he said. Come on, I’ll take you guys home.

Can we go to the hospital and check on Y/N instead ? Please ? She pleaded.

He nodded and they hopped in the car. Marshall drove as fast as he could, probably well over the speed limit. His thoughts were racing. How come she had been attacked ? Why the hell wasn’t her boyfriend here to protect her ? He had so many questions. As soon as they got out of the car, Hailie puked in the hospital’s parking lot. He frowned, but now was not the time to lecture her on her drinking. They rushed inside the ER and found Josh in the corridor, his back against the wall.

Any news ? Evan asked.

They said they’re doing some blood tests and pumping her stomach, Josh explained. She’s not waking up. They say she’s in a coma…

He had tears in his eyes and looked drunk as well.

How much did she drink tonight ? Marshall asked.

Nothing, Hailie said. She only drank mocktails.

Perhaps someone slipped something in one of her drinks when she went to get water ? Evan said.

She went alone ? Marshall asked.

Well… Yeah…, Josh mumbled.

That was it. He could not control his anger anymore. How stupid did you have to be to leave your girlfriend alone in a crowded bar full of men in heat ?! Without a second thought, Marshall shoved Josh against the wall.

You can’t even take care of her in a bar ?! He asked. How fucking retarded are you ?!

Look, I…, Josh began.

Shut up, you fucker, he spat. I swear to God, I will fucking destroy you if I find out that even one hair is missing from hear head.

Dad, Hailie pleaded - and he didn’t have to look at her to see that she was crying again. Stop, please…

He could feel his daughter and Evan try to intervene between the two of them. To be fair, Josh wasn’t putting up much of a fight. He looked absolutely terrified and seemed to be on the verge of tears. If it were up to him, if his daughter wasn’t here, Marshall would probably beat him up.

Your girlfriend almost gets raped because what ? You can’t handle your liquor ?! Fucktard, he said before letting go of him.

Dad, Hailie began, it’s not his fault.

I don’t want to hear it, Hailie, Marshall sighed. I’ll take you guys home so that you can sober up. I’ll come back and check on her, ok ?

Hailie and Evan nodded, not discussing his orders.

I’ll stay here, Josh said.

Man, you’re cross-eyed and you can’t stand still, Marshall groaned. If anything, you should be lying in one of the beds. You’re not going to be of much use. I’ll take you home.

Josh ended up agreeing and he took all of them to Hailie’s. His daughter seemed to be a little mad at him for threatening her friend. As much as he hated to see her displeased, he didn’t care too much at that moment. She could give him shit later if she wanted, when she was sobered up. He made sure they got home and he drove back to the hospital. He saw a nurse in the corridor and inquired about Y/N’s state.

I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to divulge this information, she said. Are you family ?

Yeah, he lied through his teeth. I’m her… uncle.

Well, her stomach was pumped and we’re waiting on the results from the blood tests right now. It may take a few hours. For now, all I can say is that it looks like she’s been drugged. We’ve had a lot of similar cases lately, the nurse said.

Is she going to be alright ? He asked. I mean… She’s going to wake up… right ?

She is, she reassured him. But we don’t know how much is in her system, or what it is exactly. So, depending, it might be in a few hours, just like it might be in a few days. We’re keeping a close eye on her. We are monitoring her heart and oxygen levels. So far, the vitals are good.

Thank God, he sighed in relief. What room is she in ?

Sir, visiting hours are over, she said.

He looked at her and crossed his arms, showing he had absolutely no intention of leaving the hospital. Still, she didn’t budge.

You can leave your number at the front desk and we’ll keep you informed, she offered.

She’s not waking up alone in a hospital room, he scoffed.

Sir, the rules are the…

Look, I get that you’re trying to do your job, I do, he said, but I’m not moving. You can call security, the police or whoever the fuck you want. I am not moving. If need be, I will sleep on the goddamn floor, but I am not leaving her alone for one fucking second. I don’t care what it takes, how much money I have to donate to this hospital, I am staying.

Sir, she said sternly.

Please ? He pleaded. She’s scared of hospitals.

Fine, she said. Room 457. Do not try to wake her.

Thank you.

Marshall quickly found the room and, upon entering, he found her lying in bed. They had changed her into a hospital gown. Her makeup was all smudged and she had a few bruises on her arms. The running mascara on her face was enough to know that she’d cried. His heart sank as he saw her lying there. He imagined how scared she must have been. His heart was pounding in his chest. He approached her and couldn’t help but check that she was actually breathing. Thank God, she was. He gently stroked her cheek and took her hand in his as he sat in the chair next to the bed.

Y/N, he said softly. It’s me, Marshall. You’re alright, ok ? You’re safe. I’m here, and I’m not leaving this place without you, alright ?

He knew she probably couldn’t hear him, but he felt the need to talk to her anyway, on the off chance she would. Deep down, he hoped that hearing a familiar voice would help. But of course, she didn’t move. He sighed and stroked her hand.

They say you’re going to be fine, he added, overcome with emotion. They better be right. I guess just… Hang in here, ok ? Can you do that for me ?

He gently kissed her hand.

I’m so sorry, he said as he let a tear roll down on his cheek. I wish I had been the one to take you dancing. I wish I could have been there to protect you. Y/N, you have no idea how much… how much I love you, he whispered.

[vintagesuga]

Are you serious! - Y.Jeongin

Genre: Fluff, semi sick fic. Like I mentioned, he is sick but don't go into detail

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x gn!reader

Warning: mentions of food

a/n: I missed his bday live :( Any who happy birthday to Man bread. He hasn't been a baby for quite some time, lol. Just a cute little thing. Not proofread.

You sighed as you hung up the phone. Of course, this would happen because when have you ever planned something and it didn't end up in flames? All you wanted was to throw a nice little party for Jeongin, but the universe took that personally. You had just gotten off the phone with the bakery. Apparently, their entire batch of frosting was made wrong, so they would have to make a whole new batch. This would mean that you had to push back the dinner you planned so you could have the cake on time.

Then, when you had picked up the balloons earlier, they all had been the wrong ones. Instead of the cute fox themed balloons you wanted, they had made you cat themed ones instead. It wasn't that big of a deal (it was), so you didn't make a huge fuss, but still.

Now you couldn't find his present either. It was a custom-made bracelet with both Jeongin and your birthday plus your anniversary date. A little cringe, but he loved wearing bracelets, and you wanted to give him a special one. You knew you had put the box in your closet. Made sure that it was there all the time. But now, nothing. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

So here you stood at the jewelers, looking for a sufficient stand-in. Assessing your options and making sure it was perfect. Once you were done looking, you paid and made your way to your car. All that was left was to pick up the cake and meet Jeongin at your place for a nice quiet dinner. No more fuss, no more running around.

“Hey Angel. I think I caught a stomach bug. Can we reschedule that dinner you had planned?” Jeongin’s hoarse voice never sounded more upsetting than it did right now. Of course, you weren't upset with him. You could never be upset with him.

It was just the circumstances you found yourself in. Every single thing you planned today just ended up being a nuisance.

“But, I. Today is the worst!” You exclaimed angrily at the sky. You huffed as you opened your car door and climbed inside.

“Oh? What happened today?” Jeongin asked, curious as to what made you so upset.

“Where do I even start? I had this cute dinner planned for us tonight. I had balloons and a cake planned, but the balloons ended up being the wrong ones. Then the bakery called and said that they had to push my pick up back cause their frosting was botched.” Once you started, you couldn't stop.

“When I went to look for your present, I couldn't find it, which really sucks cause I thought it was so cute and now I can't give it to you. So I went looking for another present. Like, I know you don't care about materialistic stuff like that, but I do. And now, you're sick.” You took a breather.

“I'm not upset at you cause that's something you can't help. But I just wanted to have a nice surprise for dinner tonight.”

Jeongin was silent on his end for a moment. He thought it was cute. Your plans for tonight sounded so sweet, but you went through so much trouble.

“Why don't you come over still. You can bring some balloons and my cake, give me my present and we can watch a movie. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I can't see you. I need my daily dose of (name).” You could practically hear the smile in Jeongin's voice.

“I was already planning on coming over regardless. I need to baby you when you're sick. It's the only time you let me dote on you.” Your tone was a mix between teasing and pouty. Still a little spur about all the misfortune you had gone through. “Let me go and pick up your cake, grab like 2 or 3 balloons, and I'll be over there, ok?”

When the door opened, you were met with Jeongin's bright smile. He was wrapped head to toe with his biggest blanket. You could still see the hoodie he was wearing poking out, his feet covered by the fluffier socks he could find. His nose and cheeks were pink, and he was sniffling here and there. His hair was all over the place. Despite his suffering, he was just so cute.

“Do I get to peek at the cake now, or do I have to wait?” He laughed as he took the box from you. He placed it on the kitchen counter as you found some bowls for the soup you brought. You ended up tying the balloons down in the living room.

“No. You have to wait.” You shuffled around him, shooing him out of the kitchen. “But you can open your present.”

You handed Jeongin the small bag. Watching carefully as he opened the jewelry box inside. The bracelet wasn't too grand, just a simple little thing with a small charm; your initial.

“It's nothing too special, and I still plan on giving you your other present. I'm going to tear apart my room if I have to.”

“No. I think this is perfect.” Jeongin’s smile was blinding. He wasn't going to deny your other gift, but he wanted you to know that he still loved this one. You walked over to him, bowls of soup in hand. Jeongin placed a sweet kiss to your cheek, taking a bowl from you and following behind.

“The only present I care about is seeing your face at the end of the day.” Jeongin watched in delight as your cheeks flushed. You were so easy to fluster, and he found great joy in showering you in compliments.

“Gross.” You fein disgust as you wipe your cheek. “I don't ever want to hear you being so sappy again.”

“But you love it!”

“Shut up and eat your soup.”

©️vintagesuga Do not repost.

[moody4world]

All for you

A/N: birthday fic for my babyyy and apparently my first fluff for him too

I’ve been with Urban for about two years now almost three and it’s one of the best things that’s happened to me. Of course at first I was skeptical about his true intentions when he slid in my dm about 7 years ago asking if I wanted to do a photoshoot with him and his friends claiming that it was for a school project. I was gonna ignore it but then he offered to pay me and listen, what broke 17 year old would turn down some quick money? The photoshoot actually ended up being a lot of fun and that’s how I became friends with all of them.

Urban and I kept in contact the most out of all the other friends in our circle and as we got older our feelings became less platonic. However, i’m pretty sure he always liked me that way. He won’t admit it but i’m sure he did. Today was Urby’s birthday so I made sure I had everything planned out for him. Throughout our friendship and relationship he’s been so amazing to me and always caters to my needs no matter the time, no matter the place. It only felt right to absolutely spoil him on his 25th birthday. What better way to start his special day than some birthday morning head followed by some breakfast in bed?

After getting ready for his little birthday outing with his friends it was time for him to go. “Baby are you sure you can’t come with us?” I may or may not have lied about having an important work meeting to attend but in reality i took the day off so I could dedicate it to him. This whole day was my idea and this boy had no clue. “Yes i’m sure Urb you know how my boss gets” His plump bottom lip immediately started to jut out trying to persuade me to change my mind. “Stop that, if i’m done early, i’ll see where you guys are and i’ll come meet up with y’all. Does that sound good?” I asked him. “Would be better if you could just come with me but i’ll take what I can get. Speaking of things I can get, imma need a kiss before I leave” and he did not have to ask twice.

As soon as Urban was out of the house I started cleaning up the whole house, got ready and went out to buy a fresh bouquet of flowers along with some groceries to prepare our special dinner, candles and fresh flower petals.

Right when I was adding the last details to the dinner table my phone started buzzing indicating that someone was calling me. Once I grabbed my phone to pick up I noticed it was Urban. “Hey birthday boy, enjoying your day so far?” “ Yeah i’m not gonna lie I am, i’m actually on my way home right now to wait for you” “Okay baby I think I accidentally left the door unlocked cause I was rushing so if you can hurry home before anything happens that’d be great” “On it, alright i’ll see you when you get there” “I love you” “I love you too baby”

I got dressed as fast as I could and headed back downstairs just in time to see Urban walk through the door. His face twisted from confusion to his big adorable smile when he stepped on something only to realize that it was a pathway full of rose petals leading him to the dining table decorated in more petals and beautiful plates and candles. He looks up at me in adoration as I welcome him into my arms. “Happy birthday once again baby” I say to him as he sways me side to side in his tight grip. He pulls away and I hand him a nice flower bouquet and I could’ve sworn he was holding back tears. “You did all of this for me?” “All for you, love of mine” I answered as I nodded proudly. “You even got the jazz music going in the background I see you” “Only the best for my man, now let’s eat” “You don’t gotta tell me twice”

Once we were done eating we just sat and talked about his day and other things under the sun with my hand in his. “You’re so amazing you know that?” “You tell me often but your face is red as fuck right now you know that?” We both couldn’t help but laugh at his bashfulness. 7 years of knowing each other and we’ve been dating for 2 of those years yet we still had each other giggling and swinging our feet. “When the guys caught me stalking your instagram 7 years ago and dared me to dm you I did not expect us to end up here”

“So you DID have a crush on me since then!”

“I’m finally admitting the truth” He put his hands up defensively for a couple seconds only to hold your hands again right after.

“I got you one more gift” I bit my lips nervously not sure how he was going to react. Urban could feel my palm getting clammy in his. “You’re pregnant?” “I- what?! no” “Well damn it wouldn’t be that bad would it?” We couldn’t help but laugh at the turn the sentimental moment took. “No but seriously I really hope you like it…and….I hope you don’t get mad at me for getting you this gift” “Why would I get mad at a gift from you?” I only stared at him as I could see the gears in his brain starting to turn until an invisible light bulb went on. He seemed hesitant to say his guesses tho so it was only right I tell him what it is. I walk to the kitchen counter picking up a small gift box on top of it. Urban pulled his chair out from under the table beckoning me to come sit sideways on his lap and so I do.

With his arm around my waist and the other hand resting on my thighs I hand him the small box. “There’s no way this is what I think it is” He looked genuinely shocked without even opening it yet. “Well there’s only one way to find out” I shrugged. He opens the box and sees a familiar set of keys that he’s engraved in his memory for at least three years now. “No way” his jaw seemed to have lost its comprehension of remaining closed as he looked up at me in a way to confirm that his thoughts on what these keys are were true. All I could do was laugh at his reactions as I nodded to give him the confirmation he needed. “Yeah I got you the studio you wanted, no more paying other places to develop all those photos you be taking” Before I could say anything else I was pulled into a rib crushing hug and a chorus of “thank you’s” and “I love you’s” “I can’t believe you did this for me” He gave me a heated kiss that described all his emotions that words couldn’t. With our foreheads on each other’s I kissed his nose and say “All for you, love of mine”

urbanwyatt

Louisville, Kentucky

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urbanwyatt if we locked in, ain’t no switchin up. one of my best birthdays yet thanks to this one, almost got down on one knee when @yngotit pulled out that bouquet 😮‍💨

happy birthday to our baee

@harlowsbby

@heavyhitterheaux

@softtcurse

@nattinatalia

@neon-lights-and-glitter

@urbussy

and every other urban girly reading this🫶🏾

[ewritesthangs]

Sugar Daddy! Pablo Scheiber x Reader

First installment of my Sugar daddy! Pablo Schreiber x Reader. I hope you enjoy, these things just come into my head and I want to share my creativity with readers all around. 

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUTT, MATURE THEMES, MATURE LANGUAGE. 

You had met Pablo about three weeks prior to your date tonight with him. You were working as an on set medic for a new movie he was starring in. Pablo became infatuated with your beauty and you in general. 

As night fell upon the patrons of Vancouver, you and your best friend, who live together, were conversing about your upcoming date tonight. He sent you flowers today, along with 2 boxes. One box had a red satin mini dress and the other had authentic Louis Vuitton heels. You, of course, wore the outfit, looking rather delicious in the dress and heels. "Damn, Y/N I'd even fuck you in that attire." Y/BFF/N said with a giant smirk plastered across her devilish face. 

"Thank you, that is kinda the plan, Stan." You smirk, winking at her before gathering your stuff for the night.

"You got your implant, right?" 

"Like a month ago, where the fuck you been?" You chuckle and grab your light jacket, black in color. "I'll see you hopefully later. Or tomorrow. Who knows. I hope he doesn't kill me and just fucks me into oblivion." 

"Where did you come from?" 

"New found confidence in this thing." You spin around. The drive over to his hotel room was uneventful, except the wonderful performance you had put on for your stuffed hamster on your dashboard. 

You softly knock on the door. Was that too soft? You think to yourself before the door opens. 

Pablo takes a deep breath and smiles. "Y/N, you look ravishing." He was dressed in a "fancy" shirt which looked silky and some gray dress pants. 

"Well you don't look too bad yourself there, sweet cheeks." A nickname you have had for him since day one due to his charisma. You smirk and wink at him. 

His deep chuckle brings an alarming amount of joy to your being. One you had never experienced before meeting the incredibly tall man. 

"Please come in. Make yourself at home, dear." He steps aside to let you in. You saunter on in and he helps you take your jacket off and hangs it up. 

"Why thank you. Oh wow, nice room." You look around in awe, never really seeing this much luxury up close and personal. 

"Thank you. It's not too bad as a home away from home." You nod as you follow Pablo to his rather large kitchen compared to your small apartment kitchen. "Would you like some wine, my dear." He flashes you his beautiful smile. 

"Yes please." You smile back and grab the wine glass from him. "Fancy."

"Only the best for you, lovely." This statement made you blush. You take a sip of wine to deter from the blush. 

"I'm not that special." You say, causing Pablo to feign offense. 

"Y/N, you are the most special woman I have ever met."

"We met like three weeks ago."

"Time doesn't matter." 

"Philosophical. Impressive." 

"I try." He chuckles again. 

"So, Mister Schrieber, what is for dinner?"

"Homemade spaghetti and meatballs with a homemade bolognese." 

"Wait, you can cook too? What can't you do?" 

"Apparently 5th grade math." You both end up laughing at that comment. 

"Ready for dinner? I have something I am dying to talk to you about after dinner." 

"Oh? Yes I was ready when you said homemade." He serves you a hefty amount of food. 

"Eat up. I do not want you to be hungry." He winks and sits across from you. You guys engage in casual conversation as you devour the delicious food he had prepared. 

"Now, I am full. What is it that you would like to talk about?" You sip some wine. 

"I'd like for us to have a relationship of sorts. Now I don't exactly do the whole dating thing. Since my failed marriage I have tried to focus on my health and wellbeing as well as work and my kids. But I would love to be your sugar daddy." 

"Sugar daddy? Like you buy me things and I give you sex in return?" 

"Yes. I am quite wealthy, I want to spoil you, and I am infatuated by you," 

"Sugar. Daddy. Are there rules?" 

"I am the only one you are having sex with. I go by daddy." 

"Not many people like me enough to want to have sex with me." You shrug.  

"Well I do." He crosses his legs. 

"Okay. Yes." 

"Yes? Are you being serious?"

"A thousand percent." His excitement could not be contained at your confirmation. This was really what he wanted. 

"Would you like to start tonight?" You choke on the wine you were sipping. 

"Is that why you wanted me in this sexy dress?" 

"Maybe." He smirks. 

"Why not. I have been wanting to experience things with you. Why did I just say that out loud?" Maybe it was the wine getting to you. But you felt empowered with his words. 

"Good. Now I am usually a dominant male. I can have a submissive side when wanted. But tonight I am in charge." His voice got slightly deeper. This made your nether regions grow a little wet. You had a thing for deep voices. "Come." Pablo stands up and holds his hand out. You happily oblige. He takes you to his bed, pulling you close to him. His right hand goes to the back of your head and pulls your head to look up at him. "I don't usually do kissing either but your lips look so kissable." He gently kisses you at first to test the waters. Then he kisses more needingly. His lips were intoxicating. He pulls back and unzips your dress. "I want you naked, on the edge of the bed. Now, princess." You nod and give him a little show. He watches, biting his bottom lip. "Good girl." You lay at the edge of the bed. Pablo walks over to you and gets down to his knees. "I have wanted to taste you all night." His hands rub your calves then thighs before separating them. Exposing your freshly waxed sex. "Mmmm, someone was hoping for something to happen tonight."

"A girl can dream. But seems like the feeling was mutual." He hums before ever so slowly getting closer to your sex. Tantalizingly slow, to your dismay. You squirm under his gaze. 

"Patience, princess." He says softly before blowing some cool air onto your exposed clit. This made you shiver and moan. "You smell so sweet." He says before delving in. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before he sucks your clit into his mouth. Flicking his tongue as he suckles slightly. This makes you instantly arch your back and shut your eyes. The sweet sweet feeling of his amazing tongue on your swollen, neglected clit was all so much stimulation. A few breathy moans escape your lips and you rock your hips to his tongue wanting more friction. One of his hands rubs your thigh before he inserts two fingers into you. He pulls back to watch you. You look down to see his face glistening with your juices. In and out. In and out. Slow at first to you adjusted to his girthy fingers. He then picks up the pace. You bite your lip before throwing your head back. A soft little "Fuuuck." comes from your lips. 

"That's it baby, feel my fingers." He curls his fingers up, hitting that sweet, sweet g-spot. Your breath hitches and you rock your hips once more. 

"Ah yes." You moan out. He smirks, and halts his movements. Slowly withdrawing his fingers from you, causing you to whimper. 

"I want to be inside you when you come for me for the first time, princess." He stands up and undresses himself. Exposing his lengthy, girthy cock ready for you. "See what you do to me already, princess?" You sit up and nod. 

"Oh daddy, I need you right now. Please."

"Oh, begging already? Mmm such a sweet sweet sound." He licks his hand before pumping himself a few times. You lick your lips. He comes over to you. "Up on the bed more, princess." You scoot up onto the bed more, to which he follows. "You sure you're ready for all of this?" He smirks, you nod vigorously. "That's the spirit, princess." He dips his head down to kiss each tit before he slowly inserts himself. You gasp at his size but moan, it feeling good to have someone inside you after a few months of no action. He cradles your head with his arms as he starts his sweet, yet rough thrusts. You moan out loudly, louder than you ever have. But you didn't care, this man was making you feel good and people needed to know. 

"Ah oh fuck, yes." 

"That's it princess, feel me. Every little inch." He made sure you felt every inch of him. With every thrust. He knew how to take care of a woman. He rocks his hips into yours. "Say my name." 

"Daddy." You whisper. 

"Louder." His voice went dark almost. Very raspy.

"DADDY!" You moan out loudly. 

"That's it princess." He quickens the pace up slightly, feeling you clench and squirm ever so slightly. 

"I-i-i I'm close Daddy." You say, feeling the release rise up in your body, ready to release at any moment. 

He licks his hand before putting it between you two. He spits into his hand and rubs your clit, causing a whole other sensation to happen within you. You arch your back and rock your hips. "Cum for me princess, let me feel you all around me." That sent you over the edge. You pulsate around him, the feeling of euphoria raining over you as you cum all around him. A long, strangled moan comes from you, almost a scream. You needed that incredible release. You pant as he keeps thrusting into you, getting himself to the edge. "Princess, play with your tits." You were still in that just fucked stage of the aftermath, an afterwave of pleasure coming upon you. You begin to play with your tits, flicking and squeezing the nipple. He grunts and stills, a hot juice shooting into you. You moan. 

"That's it daddy." 

"You are incredible." He kisses your forehead before slowly pulling out. You both lay there panting. You were still dazed. 

"You weren't too bad, yourself." You manage to pant out. "Man I am out of shape." You say, once you have calmed down. Pablo just chuckles. 

"No you're not." He stands up and walks to what you think is the bathroom. You sit up, seeing him emerge with a towel. "Let me clean you up." He kneels again and pulls you to the edge. This caused a small squeak to come from you. He wipes you up, clean as can be. 

"Good thing I am on birth control." You smirk and giggle. 

"I saw the implant." 

"Well aren't you just observant." You caused him to chuckle again. 

"Would you like to spend the night? You look very tired from that good fucking." He asks, concerned you wont make it to your apartment. 

"I- yeah sure why not." You shrug, yawn and stretch. Pablo pulls the covers back for you to get in. You slowly crawl, tiredness having washed over you. He tucks you in, planting a soft, chaste kiss to your forehead. 

"Thank you princess." 

"For?" 

"Saying yes. And listening to my silent plea for you not to drive in your state of exhaustion." 

"Wine does tend to put me out after some activities." You yawn and snuggle into the man who now was laying next to you. He stiffened then relaxes, him finding an odd sense of comfort in your presence. 

"Get some rest, princess." He shuts off the bedside lamp, bringing you into the state of slumber. 

A/N:: Not my best work, things will hopefully get better. I hope y'all enjoy!

[engbergsinfinland]

Hello everyone and happy Saturday!

We had a really nice Saturday. It started with a too-early wake-up (for a weekend, in my opinion), at 7:00, so the kids could get to their ice skating training at 8:15. It was the "far away" rink today (which is actually two rinks, totally underground -- like, a bunker!). But, we got there with plenty of time and they only had a 1-hour session today and it went well.

On the way home, we stopped at the skating shop (also a ballet and gymnastics shop, called Pirouetti) to put in an order for one of the team's skating jackets. I found another one through the WhatsApp group for their skating club; someone was selling one that her child had grown out of.

Once we got home, we had about an hour before we needed to be at a classmate's house, actually two classmates' house: siblings. One is a classmate of Rowan's (Joakim, pronounced sort of like "Yokam") and one who is a classmate of Cece's (Hertta). The kids had been invited the kids over for a hobby-horse race. It turned out that a lot of kids in school have come down with beginning-of-the-school-year cold, so it was just our kids and these two siblings. Eric and I went too, and ended up visiting with the parents the whole time; they were so gracious and wonderful and encouraged us to stay, too. We ended up being there for 4 hours! The parents have lived in the US, in North Carolina, and in China. They returned about 2 years ago. Anyway, the kids did do some hobby-horse jumping in their backyard and then they did other playing in the house -- and candy eating. It seems to be an international phenomenon ;)

After we were at their house, we went to Ikea like to pick up a couple of things: a pan lid, and then (like at Costco, where you just can't seem to leave without many more things than you planned to get) a miscelanous assortment of other items (including a set of four metal sporks for 59 Euro cents).

For, dinner I fed the kids some homemade refried beans and rice, now that I have procured pinto beans from the Mexican grocery in Helsinki! Hallelujah! I also got dried hominy and dried red chiles. There is nary a pinto bean in all of the "Tex Mex" sections of the super-abundant grocery stores in our town or other towns! I have a lot to learn about their impression of what "Tex Mex" cuisine is.

Eric and I went on a walk while with Cece while Rowan read at home. He is trying to finish the Oz series. He's on the last book that we have here, but when Alia comes in about 11 days, she's going to bring the rest of the books, which I'm going to give him for his birthday on September 9th.

There are a few things that Eric and I wanted to be sure we mentioned in this week's post. First, last night we happened upon a television show called Naked Attraction Suomi ("Suomi" is how Finnish people say "Finland," in their language). Apparently, there are other versions in Sweden and Norway. This is the most bizarre television show I've ever seen. It is a dating show with four people standing in obscured boxes where you can see them from the hips down -- and they have no clothes on! The primary contestant and the host are standing facing them, analyzing the naked bodies that they see before them.

The first episode we watched was all in Finnish and had no English subtitles. Eric said, "this is a very weird way to learn Finnish." Haha! Anyway, the bottom line of this show is that, incrementally, the other parts of these naked contestant-bodies are revealed and the main contestant then decides on one person to go on a date with. It is such a weird way to arrange a dating show and I am just not sure whether this would be something that would be viable in the American television marketplace. I can tell you that my inherited Irish Catholic prudishness was very much scandalized by such a television show!

Another thing we wanted to note was that while I was in Helsinki and the kids and Eric were back here, the kids finally got their bikes! They have been thrilled to have them.

As I noted in my last post, I was in Helsinki without the kids and Eric from Tuesday night through Thursday night. The rest of the Fulbright orientation was as exhausting as the first few days, but it was very fulfilling and I am so lucky to have been able to glean all the information from the guest speakers and the Fulbright Finland Foundation staff. We also had many university representatives, government officials, and former Fulbrighters speak to us. The settings for these talks were universities (Hanken School of Business and Aalto University), a very fancy law office (White & Case) that made me say, "wow, we are definite not in a university conference room anymore!," and the national art gallery -- plus other spots. We also had a reception at the US Ambassador's house! It was such an honor to be there, but also exhausting. My face literally hurt after so much looking interested and half-smiling and I was emotionally/mentally taxed afterwards too.

After the orientation wrapped up at Aalto University on Thursday, I went with another Fulbrighter (another Julie! She is at Oulo University this year) to the Mexican grocery, with a few graduate students along for the adventure, and then we also popped into Hakaneimen Market Hall and I went into the Rosebud Bookstore. I have got to get back to Helsinki soon; there are so many places I was hoping to get to this last week while there, but there was absolutely no time.

I will write again on Tuesday -- the day before my teaching starts! I have so much to do before then. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!

[bfd614]

There was a knock on the door one night and “Lucy” my wife answered it. She was all dressed up, in this flowing maxi dress of bright pinks and yellows. The bright colors contrasted with her dark tanned skin. She had a date tonight with “Tom” a really nice guy she had met at the club a few weeks ago. They had been texting each other and had some lunch dates; but tonight was going to be an over night.

She opened the door and “Elizabeth” was standing there, Tom’s wife. They hugged and she came in. “What are you doing here?” I asked. We had met briefly but I didn’t know that Lucy and her were being friendly. I didn’t really know her well. She was an attractive woman, slightly older than us. She had short sandy brown hair and was rather petite and short. Especially standing next to my wife who was rather curvy and about my height.

Elizabeth was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a cream top. She had kicked her flip flops off at the door when she came in. She had a rather large bag over her shoulder that she set down with a small thud. She just smiled at me and said, “it’s date night silly” I was confused. I never went out on dates. Lucy had brought woman home with us and of course she did dates with other men like Tom. I didn’t do dates.

Lucy just kissed my cheek and whispered, “have fun and good luck. Tom told me she can be a real freak.” She giggled as she left the house. I stood there awkwardly before i had the thought of what to say, “I’ll go change quick and we can head out someplace. I’m sorry I don’t have anything planned I wasn’t aware that this was happening tonight.”

“That’s ok.” She said as she picked her bag up and pulled a bottle of wine out, “we can stay in and watch a movie and get to know each other a little bit.” I just nodded my head. I opened the wine and poured two glasses, I checked the fridge and didn’t see much so I just ordered some delivery from my phone and soon we had a movie on and sitting together.

“I’m really sorry again, I don’t really do the dating on our end.” I explained sheepishly. “Oh I don’t date much either. Every know and then. Tom is a wonderful husband and lover and I don’t feel the urge to participate the way he does.” I could understand that feeling perfectly. Lucy and I have a great marriage and we have a great sex life.

“I enjoy the joy Lucy has with the lifestyle. The occasional extra person makes things exciting but I’ve grown to appreciate the times between new partners better.” I explained to my dinner date. There seemed to be a level of understanding in her eyes that made me think I had struck a chord with what I had said. Very quickly after that we were cuddling each other and enjoying the time.

Discussions about how we each got started in the lifestyle and about life in general lasted for hours. We had our dinner and played several movies but nothing we paid any attention too. Before I know it, it’s almost midnight. I checked my phone and saw the normal checkin texts I get on date night.

Elizabeth pulled her phone out and saw similar texts and just smiled at her phone and put it away. “ apparently our spouses are having a wonderful time. Tom sent me a video of the two of them. Would you like to see it?” I nodded my head and she pulled her phone back out and played the video.

The video showed Lucy in her dress on her knees blowing Tom and looking at the camera. Sounds of a man’s pleasure could be heard and she moved her lips farther down him and a small gag escaped her. She stood up and her dress dropped around her exposing her naked body. Sounds of kissing could be heard and my wife’s voice saying “your turn.”

The video shook for a second and finally stopped with Lucy lowering herself onto Tom’s face. She was holding the camera showing us the whole view of what was happening. Her eyelids fluttered as Tom started licking her and a wicked smile shown on her face when the video stopped.

“That looks absolutely lovely.” I said completely engorged by the video. Elizabeth smiled and clearly noticed my excitement as she ran a hand over my lap feeling me. I leaned over and kissed her and she kissed me back. She continued to rub me through my jeans and I scooped her up in my arms, a squeak of shock vibrated my lips as we still kissed. she only weighed 100 pounds. I started to cart her to my room when she paused and reached for her bag. I bent over and she grabbed it.

“I need to freshen up.” She breathed, her face flush. I set her down and she went into the bathroom. I thought to set the mood and hastily lit some candles and moved to clear the bed. Hearing the door open I turned around and saw her standing there completely naked. Her pale skin was smooth and once sharp figure was a little softer with age.

She moved with a feline grace that immediately hypnotized me. She stood on her tip toes and place her hands on my face. A gentle kiss of the lips, almost hesitant. “It’s been awhile since I was with someone other than Tom. He’s been dating and I normally just get a hotel when he has an over night.” Her tongue licked over her lips. Nervous energy replacing the confidence of earlier.

“Lucy encouraged me to come here tonight. She said you were a sweet man who would be gentle if I needed you to be gentle.” Another kiss, this one deeper, filled with longing and hunger, “I don’t want gentle.”

I picked her up from the floor and almost threw her onto the bed. She landed with a laugh and covered her face with her hands. I leaned over her kissing her breasts and body. I spread her legs and touched her feeling the heat off her body and her wetness. I got on my knees and started to taste her and tease her. She quickly had her first orgasm. Her body went rigid and she tried to pull away from my face but I kept with her.

Finally she relaxed and was breathing hard. She giggled at herself and propped herself on her elbows. “Why do you still have pants on?” She made the question seem like a demand and gave me the come hither motion with her finger. As I was fighting with a very stubborn belt, she laid back down and started to play with her self.

The view of her spreading everything for me to see drove me wild. Finally my pants hit the floor and I climbed up next to her on the bed. I reached for my bedside table and pulled a box of condoms out looking to put one on. She grabbed the box and flung it and its contents across the room.

“I’m allergic to latex and on birth control. You have nothing to worry about.” She said as she climbed onto of me. She grabbed me and stroked slowly. Running her hands across my tip. Finally she settled her hips and pushed down on me.

It felt amazing. We both groaned with need. Her hips moved back and forth slowly. My hands moved over her soft skin. Pinching her nipples I could feel her clench around me and soft purrs echoed in the room. The flickering candle light added to the intensity of the moment.

I pushed her back wards and little and she placed her hands on my knees for balance her head was thrown back and her body looked lean. I placed one hand on her pelvis and played with her clit while I pushed my hips into her.

“Oh my god, I’m going to cum again.” She said as her tempo increased. As I felt her start I grabbed both hips and started to push as hard and fast as I could. Her eyes went wide as she tried to keep her balance from the sudden change of pace. Her screams just drove me to go harder. She fell forward onto my chest panting and twitching.

She pulled her hair out of her eyes and kissed me again. I could feel her heart beating through her chest. She gathered some composure and rolled off of me and spread out in the bed. Sweat was glistening on her body as she tried to cool off for a moment.

“Can you grab my bag for me? There’s something I need.” She asked between breaths. Bringing her the bag she sat up and started to rummage through. “How about some water?” I asked moving to the bathroom. “Wine would be better.” I heard her say. So I went out and got the wine.

She gulped the wine down. “Wine helps with the next part.” She said sheepishly. I looked confused as she handed be a bottle of lube. She was practically dripping already I’m not sure why we need lube.

She rolled over and stuck her bare ass in the air. “I want you to fuck my ass” she said playfully. “I’m sorry, you want what?” I clarified not believing my ears. “I want anal sex. I want you to put lube in me and on you and I want you to push your dick as deep as you can in my ass.”

I stood there a second trying to compute what she said. Lucy and I tried before but she never liked it and I wasn’t sure what I was doing. “I don’t want to hurt you. I am not sure what I should do in that position.” Nervous I sounded like a scared little boy.

“Well you could start with putting some lube on your hands and just fingering me. Then when I tell you to, you just push inside me slowly. Once I get warmed up and stretched, I want you to fuck me like you did just now.”

“Um, that was pretty intense. Won’t that be uncomfortable?” Concerned I could hurt her if I’m not careful. “Just listen to me and do what I say, I’ll be fine. Anal makes me cum very hard” she wiggled her butt impatiently.

I did as I was told and started with a finger. The taboo of what I was doing made the experience that much better. She responded to my touch with soft words of encouragement and gentle sounds of enjoyment. She would tell me to add more lube when she needed it. I played with her pussy and clit with my other hand and the sounds of enjoyment were more constant and deeper.

“Stop teasing me, I need you inside me.” She begged me. Excited, I moved behind her and grabbed myself as she pushed back on me. The resistance was intense and slightly uncomfortable. Then suddenly it was gone and a gasp came from Elizabeth. She stopped pushing back and took some deep breaths. “You ok?” Checking in.

She nodded her head and started moving back and forth slowly. The movements timed with her breathing. I could feel her relax and she pushed all the way back. “Oh my god oh my god” she repeated breathlessly.

Long slow strokes where I pushed all the way in. She gripped the pillow in her hand every time I bottomed out. A small squirt of lube applied made a world of difference. Then she started to say “faster” and I would speed up “harder” she would say and I would go harder.

“I’m going to cum soon.” She screamed. “Spank me. Spank me like a slut” I slapped her butt. “HARDER!” I hit her again this time leaving a mark on her. She arched her back in pleasure. I kept at it. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming” she yelled and i spanked her.

I was starting to feel the urge cum “you’re going to make me cum Elizabeth” I told her. She purred and started pushing back into me. Faster and faster she went. “Cum in your slut.” She whispered. I pushed as far inside her as I could and paused and spasmed as I came inside her.

We lay there panting for some time cooling off when she said she was taking a shower. I joined her as we kissed and cleaned each other up. I was spent. We went to bed and slept all night. Maybe we will have round two in the morning.

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 061 Prowler and Belladonna (SSM 46-48)

MASTERPOST

In this post...

My beloved Prowler is back!

Or is he...?

SSM 46 introduces us to Ryker's island (which we saw last time in ASM, oops), where Klaus Voorhees, aka the Cobra, escapes, leaving his old buddy Hyde to rot there. They're a duo from Daredevil, apparently.

The next day, Peter goes to apologize to Debra for their bad date (see last SSM post) and they convene to dine together the next day. For reals, this time!

Phil and Steve are so boyfriends, I hope they kiss (they won't, but they sure should!).

Marcy arrives and is even more annoyed than her usual self. With a red scarf in her hair. Strange!

Actually they should be a throuple.

Peter has a hard time with his students, he goes out as Spidey to get some peace of mind and ends up catching the Cobra. Keating, the police chief, isn't happy about his intervention, but the Cobra escapes, and Spidey doesn't really care anymore.

More importantly:

ON THE PROWL, YOU SAY?!

THE PROWLER IS BACK, YEAAAAAH! But the #47 cover says it's a new one... nooooooooo...

Peter shortens his dinner date with Debra when he hears about a crime on the TV, where Spider-Man is supposedly involved. Huh!

Oh, Debra Debra Debra... You need the power of self-love!

Now that I think about it, I don't think TV news have been used much... or at all until now. It's interesting! Before, Jameson's paper was the main source of information for people, but we get the news report, and Peter gets on the scene of the crime where the cops haven't left yet! Much more instant. That's weird to think about, from my point of view where news have always been pretty much instantaneous.

Turns out a couple and their guard were attacked, and they thought the guy's shadow belonged to Spidey. (Hint: It's not.)

There's a Roderick Kingsley mention ("a week ago"), and they do say our victims were fashion related or whatnot. Is this new Prowler linked to Belladonna, my beloved?

Talking about her... One of the victims is a lady who seems familiar to Peter. So... I'm assuming it's her.

Peter thinks the culprit is Hobie, so he... kidnaps him.

Oh I love these pants!!!!!! Also, he's still with his girlfriend, nice! Turns out he's married. He stopped being the Prowler months ago.

??????

So what I'm understanding is that Hobie had a crush on Hercules and decided to quit the Defenders rather than ruin his marriage. Got it!

Our two heroes notice that actually, Hobie's gear has been stolen!

Then we get our villain POV. He's been helped by none other than Belladonna, who herself didn't expect to see Spider-Man in this whole affair. Framing him wasn't the plan, turns out!

Hot Peter! Also, May's definitely a Spidey fan now, nice. And that purple shirt guy seems lovely, I want him as my grandpa.

Later, Peter breaks Debra's heart again, then he swings in the city to find Nu!Prowler.

A trans flag appears anywhere he passes, yay!

For the umpteenth time in a row, Spidey gets gassed. It's Belladonna's gas again!

Anyway, Spidey recognizes Nu!Prowler as... the Cat Burglar from ASM 30. Uh, okay.

To make things short, these two guys are trapped by Belladonna (slay!).

She's so funny. "I don't like you! You're too strange!" Iconic of her.

Cliffhanger!

#48 starts with Spidey and that other guy escaping. Turns out that Belladonna was only a screen! How technologically plausible. Peter must have really bad eyes.

Outside of the building, cops soon arrive, as does Sergeant Snider, who's vaguely fair to Spidey (the latter still bails, of course. Not gonna be questioned by the police).

Peter goes home...

Isn't it, like, 3am or something?

Oh, no matter.

Debra's clearly flustered by Peter (never spoken to a man in a bathrobe before!), who's absolutely clueless.

Unfortunately, Peter's adorable big dog plushies burns a bit, along with his curtains.

IT'S OBVIOUSLY A DOG???? but also that man is so. SO RIGHT. I LOVE YOU, RANDOM MAN FROM PAGE 9! What a peculiar belt buckle, though...

But Peter shows he isn't as mature as he thinks.

Anyway, Nu!Prowler escapes, May calls Peter to say she's going motoring with a friend (good for her! She's recently become much much funnier than before).

Hot guy alert... not telling which one... both...

Peter correctly identifies Belladonna as Desiree Vaughn-Pope. And here I was, hoping we'd see her for longer. But at her apartment, Spidey actually meets her sister, Narda.

She tells him their sobby backstory, and then...

Girlboss!

Oh that middle guy's hot. Looks like the Tarentula!

Spidey goes to Kingsley's apartment, and the latter shoots him.

Except he didn't, Spidey just used a mannequin to make it seem as if he'd been shot. He gets at Belladonna's apartment in time to save her from Nu!Prowler.

Over "there", people have one priority:

Me too.

[whythewords]

Thirty-Seven Special

Twelve minutes ago, December 17th ended and a new day began, meaning my birthday has officially come and gone. I took Thursday and Friday off leading up to this weekend, I had some very low-key hangouts with one or two friends over the last couple of days. Today my folks insisted upon a dinner together, I repeatedly stated that I wanted nothing which became a point of contention for some reason.

It all sort of hit different this year, and it hit hard and sudden. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. It's not about "feeling old," it's not thirty-seven in particular, it's the weight of the last few years and knowing the journey is still happening. It's not so much "thirty-seven" as it is "thirty-seven and living with my folks." Or perhaps it's "thirty-seven and just now beginning to figure out my career." Or, more likely it's a combo of those two things, a few others, and "thirty-seven and single." And boy was I reminded of that last one. My dad has always laid it on thick with the "bring us a grandchild" shtick but he's been consistently aggressive with it this week, up to and including my birthday. Three separate times in the day he made some sort of comment asking me why I was single, what was taking me so long, how long am I going to wait, etc. It was fucking jarring, considering the fact that the girl I had been speaking to for over 5 months, with whom I was FINALLY going to have a second date this past Thursday...just pulled out of the whole engagement.

A couple of days before we were set to meet, she messaged me saying she wanted to be upfront and honest and not waste my time, but she was feeling no romantic connection. No connection. After some texting, a handful of phone conversations and one date (which I thought went exceedingly well and got very strong signals from her indicating the same). Five months is a long time to only go on one date, so I get that aspect of it...but then why hang on for that long? I assumed she was still interested in following it where it went, seeing as she was still actively speaking with me and making plans. And the postponing/rescheduling/waiting fell on her side of the court, at least over the last few weeks. We had talked on the phone just a couple of days before she ended things. Again, that was a seemingly nice conversation where we shared some laughs, all seemed well. But apparently it wasn't. It's perplexing, and frustrating and ultimately...fine. It has to be fine because there is nothing I can do about it. I really felt like I was doing things right. But who knows.

She did float the idea of remaining friends since we had clearly developed a nice rapport. I politely declined. It would have been nice to hang out and remain friends, she was sweet and funny and I thought we had a great deal in common...but I know me, and I would likely get hung up and wait for the next opportunity where "more than friends" was back on the table. If we had met through friends (which is a lost art I fucking WISH would be my reality as opposed to these awful god damn apps), then I feel like a friendship would have developed naturally first and we could have remained as such. But we didn't. We met on a dating app, where one typically goes to find someone to date. A romantic connection....which is what I want...at least I think that's what I've determined.

All this to say, I've found myself very suddenly coming down with a bad case of the end-of-the-yearsies. And any time not spent with friends these last few days was spent alone in my room, paralyzed with anxiety about all of the things I should be doing but aren't. But I do think that after this last full week of work I'll be able to relax for real. Take a deep breath. Enjoy the company of friends and family. And then I can plan. Recalibrate. Try to look ahead with determination rather than doubt. There's not just career moves and living situation moves to make. I'm looking to find some new opportunities to get out of my comfort zone, some activities/routines to get me outta the house and meeting people (without the use of awful dating apps). There's also a few music-related things on the horizon that I am excited for.

There's a logical conclusion to the story of the last few years for me, a happy ending I'm working towards after the divorce, and the career change and the move. I see it in my mind almost every god damn day. I know what I want it to look like, and I know that there is actually potential that it CAN look like that, it's just a matter of when.

New year's comin'...

Maybe this will be the year?

Maybe.

[jenrecs]

gahhh i'm here i'm here!!

On Sundays I leave stones

atop marble markers to memorialize

those that you and I chose

to leave unturned.

the poem ugh... you really went off right at the beginning didn't you jo 😭 "those that you i chose to leave unturned" let me die pls. nothing - literally nothing - has even happened and i'm already a mess

“Can’t,” he answers. “Already have plans for dinner. Sry!”

You sink onto the couch, grimacing. “Already have plans” means a date. 

good for him, but once again, i am a mess on the floor, giving him a thumbs up through tears 😭👍

The thing is, you know you could ask Taehyung to take you to dinner, and he’d do it. Hell, you could probably even say, “Take me on a date,” and he’d do that, too - wear something nice, spray on a more expensive cologne, open the car door for you and pull out your chair, all that shit. He’d do everything exactly right.

okay tae bear do it i can handle the pain let me be delusional for just 24 hours pls 😭

“What would happen if you stopped visiting?” he asks, voice very low. He’s leaning forward, his shoulder close enough to yours that you can feel the heat coming off his body. 

what's it to you dimples HUH? are you willing to offer an emotional alternative 🤒

and then literally his whole poem??? like ??? that was so rude jo ??? the way you had me just staring at my phone so speechless ????

and THEN ‘-yet with everything left unsaid, still they said goodbye.’ ??????????? back to back, punch me in the face

But something about this interaction has all of his mental alarm bells ringing - telling him that this might be inching towards dangerous territory. 

heeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeee get whipped dimples 😙

“Well,” he says, clearly enjoying his audience and the chance to embarrass his best friend, “when this friend was getting over Elyse, he played Davichi’s Beside Me on repeat for hours at a time, and I know for a fact that he still knows every word.”

no but srsly when i read this i was like HUH? I WAS LISTENING TO DAVICHI ON REPEAT YESTERDAY AFTERNOON (not Beside Me, another song) AND THINKING OH I CAN'T WAIT TO GET IN BED AND READ MFFMHH (bc apparently i can only read when i'm in bed and on my phone)

He watches Jungkook and Jimin dance near the edge of the crowd, peeking surreptitiously over their shoulders to see if any of the girls near them are looking.

yes hi i'm looking i'm paying very close attention

He watches as Taehyung is intercepted by a beautiful, dark-haired girl who stands only as tall as the middle of his chest. He watches as Taehyung stops in his tracks, a grin slowly growing across his face, starting sly and ending open and friendly. It’s deadly, and Namjoon knows he knows it.

Namjoon sees it when your smile crumples, when you quickly stitch it back together and nod eagerly, when you wave goodbye. He sees it when Taehyung and his date slip out the front door, sees it when you let your head drop to your hands, shoulders heaving with one single deep breath. 

same girlie same :( go tae bear, go get laid or whatever hahahhaha it's not like my heart is breaking he he ehe ehe he ehe .... but go... live yo life...have fun... don't get an std.... love u ....

“Well,” he counters, “I know that your poem about the graveyard is actually about -” He snaps his mouth shut, sober enough to know a mistake when he’s shin-deep in it, buzzed enough to fail at stopping his gaze from flicking over to where Taehyung and that girl had disappeared through the front door. 

damn dimples i know girlie brought up your ex unprovoked but uhhhhh why you gotta come after her like that 😭 salt to the wound akshdkhss

He’s thinking about the way you just noticed things about him, the way you made him feel seen when he was used to feeling the opposite. 

nooooo :(((( this made me a different kind of sad. dimples i see you and i love you and fuck elyse, someone call her so i can SQUARE UP!

He’s tempted to reach out a hand and guide you, help you navigate the drunken, dancing crowd. But you aren’t his to protect, and he’s just this minute starting to examine where the urge comes from, what’s blooming here, a tiny bud forming seemingly overnight.

and

Looking at him, you’re tempted to lean against him; the desire comes out of nowhere, comes from the surety you feel that he would feel… safe. Protective. You feel sure he wouldn’t move away.  What is this? you wonder. It’s just a moment, just a fleeting thing that will be gone by the next red light, but as tiny as it is, there’s a voice in your head pointing out that you haven’t felt this kind of anything for anyone in your whole life except Kim Taehyung. 

ah lord ah lord ah lord. i think this series made me realize that i actually do like slow burn. before, i was always like ehhh i don't have the patience to read slow burn fics, but this !! this is delicious. i am loving the gradual buildup, i am living for their interactions that might not seem like a lot but add up to something so significant. it might be fleeting, but it's there. tbh now i'm getting kinda excited for the tae drama, like i know it'll hurt me ofc but i am READY to be hurt !! screw u bear i have dimples now :D

III. So I Speak Your Name || KNJ

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

//

You and Namjoon bond over literature and alcohol.

Section Warnings: language, drinking, drinking games, bar scenes, pov switches between OC and Namjoon a few times

WC: 7.5k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Tuesday October 9th

On Sundays I visit graveyards, paying my respects to the many  words that have died  on my lips.

On Sundays I leave flowers commemorating each admission that I struck down before it could reach you.

On Sundays I leave stones atop marble markers to memorialize those that you and I chose to leave unturned.

They say you only exist as long as someone remembers you, so I speak your name like my own Hail Mary full of grace.

You scratch out the last four lines and read it back. Then you change your mind, decide you like them, and add them once again at the bottom.

The final so turns into an and. Then you change it back to so. You sigh in frustration, closing your eyes. 

“You sound angry,” someone says, and you nearly leap off the stool in your kitchen. Namjoon stands in the doorway, holding a grocery bag, a carton of eggs sticking out the top. 

“Why did I choose a writing degree when I’m so bad at writing?” you ask him plaintively. 

It’s a little more honest, a little more personal than you two have been before. It just sort of slips, honestly, your head still a bit stuck in the world of words and phrases instead of in the present.

He smiles ruefully and moves into the kitchen, starting to put away his groceries. “I know that feeling,” he admits. Then, not looking at you, he adds, “I didn’t know you were in the writing program. I did it, too, for undergrad. You have Jemisen?”

“Really?” you ask. “How did we live together for a month and not know that? And yeah, Jemisen.”

Namjoon chuckles lightly, and you catch yourself watching his shoulders move as he reaches high in a cupboard to put a box away. “I guess we don’t talk that much,” he admits. “Are you doing fiction for your thesis?”

“Poetry,” you tell him.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, clearly surprised.

“Wow,” he says, brows furrowed. “Really?”

You laugh a little at the circular nature of your conversation. “Yes, really,” you say, smiling. “Though I will admit to regretting that decision on more than one occasion.”

“Again,” he says, finally folding up his reusable grocery bag and stashing it between the fridge and the counter, “I know the feeling.”

“Are you doing writing for your grad program too?” you ask, suddenly curious. 

He nods, leaning back against the counter. It’s that magical golden hour in the apartment, your favorite, when the outside light comes in orange and glowing. It casts a honey tinge over Namjoon’s skin, a softer brown showing up in his dark hair. There’s something sharp in his gaze suddenly, something that’s not usually there - like he’s honing in on something for the first time. 

“Fiction?” you prod. This is more interesting than your poetry homework, for sure. 

“Unfortunately,” he jokes. “So, poetry? My buddy did that track, he said it was hard. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to give up on fiction entirely, and I knew I couldn’t handle both. Plus my poetry’s pretty bad.”

“So is mine,” you grumble, eyeing your notebook grumpily. 

Namjoon gives a sigh and moves towards his room. “I have class tonight,” he tells you, “but if you want to order extra dinner and leave me the leftovers, I’ll pay you for it.”

“Sure,” you say easily, glancing at the clock. You hadn’t really thought about dinner yet, but you’ll need to soon. “Text me what you want. I’ll probably get our usual.”

It strikes you, suddenly, that you two have a usual. It’s early October, the leaves barely starting to turn. It’s the part of fall where you’re too hot when you walk in the sun, and chilly when you walk through the shadows. You’ve only lived with Namjoon for about a month and a half, and somehow you have a usual takeout order.

It’s strange.

But you don’t hate it.

Namjoon leaves a few minutes later, a brown cross-body bag settled against his lower back. You sit at the breakfast bar, your poetry notebook closed in front of you with your pen marking your page, and wonder about your mysterious roommate. You wonder what his poetry is like, what it would tell you about him if you ever got the chance to see it. You wonder if his fiction writing is what keeps him holed up in his room day in and day out, the lights low.

About an hour later, you text Taehyung to see if he wants to come eat dinner.

“Can’t,” he answers. “Already have plans for dinner. Sry!”

You sink onto the couch, grimacing. “Already have plans” means a date. 

The thing is, you know you could ask Taehyung to take you to dinner, and he’d do it. Hell, you could probably even say, “Take me on a date,” and he’d do that, too - wear something nice, spray on a more expensive cologne, open the car door for you and pull out your chair, all that shit. He’d do everything exactly right.

He’d do everything for the sake of irony. 

That’s what it boils down to, and you know it in your bones: intention. Taehyung could spend all twenty-four hours treating you exactly how a boyfriend should, but at the end of the day his intention was not romantic, and there was nothing you could do to change that. 

You turn on the tv, determined not to waste your night wondering how his is going.

Thursday October 11th 

Thursday marks nearly the middle of the month. It’s unseasonably warm when you walk to class, but you carry a jacket, knowing that when you leave the bookstore after your shift, the chill will warrant it. 

You have a bullshit class, one that doesn’t apply to your degree concentration, something that the university requires for everyone. The only saving grace is that it’s short. 

When it ends, you have some choices. You don’t have to be at the bookstore until three. You could go back to the apartment. It’s certainly enough time. Or you could get lunch on campus and handle any academic errands you had, as it were.

And, you sort of had an academic errand swimming in the back of your mind. 

You head to the building that houses the staff offices for the writing and literature professors. They’re all tucked away in a little wing back behind where the classrooms are. You’ve been there a few times over the years - twice to talk to your academic advisor about your upcoming schedules, and once to help a professor carry her armload of papers and her laptop back from the classroom. 

You scan the names on each door until you find Jemisen, and knock tentatively. He turns, surprised. 

“Y/N,” he says, and then glances at his computer, as if trying to determine if you’d scheduled a meeting and he’d forgotten.

“I wasn’t sure if it was your office hours,” you say quickly, to let him know he hadn’t made a mistake. “But I had a quick question about my last assignment, and I was already over here on campus…”

“Ah,” he says, understanding. “Well, it is my office hours, but it just so happens that I was called into a last-second budget meeting, because how we spend our money is certainly more important than my students’ academic success!” He looks at you, seeming to think belatedly that this little sarcastic rant might have been better staying in his head. “Anyway, I have a TA here who could help you look at it? I trust him implicitly.”

You’re a little uncomfortable with the idea - Professor Jemisen has been reading and working with you on your poetry for over a year; you don’t want to work on it with a stranger. 

“Oh,” you say, “I’m not - I could -.”

A body comes around the corner. “I heard TA. Have I been summoned?”

It’s Namjoon.

You want to vanish through the floor.

“I’ll just -,” you start to say, but Professor Jemisen cuts you off, collecting some papers off of his desk and reaching for the jacket he’d placed on a hook beside the door. 

“This is Y/N, she’s a senior in my poetry thesis class,” he tells your roommate. “She’s looking for help reworking a stanza on her last submission, right, Y/N?”

You bluster, you struggle to make words. You want to shake your head no, but your body isn’t cooperating. 

“I’m happy to help,” Namjoon says to you. “My office is two doors down.”

Professor Jemisen is already through the door, clapping Namjoon on the back in thanks as he goes. This gives you the chance to collect yourself, jump-start your brain again.

“You get your own office as a TA?” you ask wryly, one eyebrow lifting. 

Namjoon smiles. There’s something different about him here, an easy confidence you don’t see him exude when he’s just at the apartment. 

“Come on,” he says, and you walk out into the narrow corridor. Namjoon closes Professor Jemisen’s door behind you and leads you to his own space.

“To answer your question,” he says, still smiling sort of sheepishly, “no, TA’s do not get their own offices. This one was empty because Bianca - Professor Whyte - retired and they haven’t replaced her yet… I sort of commandeered it. I share it with two other grad students, technically. Just until the university hires someone.”

He sits at the desk and motions for you to take the chair next to it. The office is clean and pretty empty - a tall bookshelf holds only about half a dozen books, taking up just a small section of one lone shelf. There are two small potted plants on the windowsill, and a coffee mug shoved behind the computer monitor. Otherwise, the room seems unowned, devoid of any identifying artifacts. 

“This is very weird,” you say, because you have to say it. 

“What is?” he asks absently, his eyes on one of the windowsill plants.

“My roommate reading my poetry,” you say flatly. “My roommate workshopping my poetry with me.”

He turns to look at you, surprise and perhaps a touch of hurt flickering across his face. “If you’re uncomfortable, I can ask someone else to work with you, or you can wait for Professor Jemisen. I didn’t realize…”

You sigh inwardly. You hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings. “You don’t think it’s weird?” you challenge, trying to keep your voice light.

He shrugs. “I’m just doing my job. I’m on the clock. But like I said… if you’re uncomfortable, then let’s find a Plan B.”

“You’re Plan B,” you grumble. “We’d need to find Plan C.”

You kind of want to take his offer of walking away. But you’re already here, and you don’t want to hurt his feelings worse and make things weird at home. 

“Here,” you say, rummaging in your bag. “Just don’t, like, peer into my soul or anything.”

Namjoon laughs like he’s surprised by this. “It’s poetry,” he says, grabbing a pen and turning to see what you put on the desk. “I don’t think that’s optional.”

You slide your notebook over to him. “Professor Jemisen hated the second stanza,” you say.

He looks at you, eyes wide. “He didn’t say that.”

You chuckle. “No, but it’s still true.”

Namjoon reads the poem to himself silently, lips moving with the words. 

On Sundays I leave flowers commemorating each admission that I struck down before it could reach you.

“Okay,” he says finally, “I think you should keep the top line of the stanza the same - to keep the pattern.”

You nod, listening. 

He presses his pen against his lips, eyes narrowed as they scan the lines again. “I think the word admission is too chunky,” he says. “In the second line.”

“Confession?” you supply. “Commemorating each confession?”

“That gives you some nice alliteration,” he notes, nodding.

“Does it flow better?” you prompt.

Namjoon repeats the first two lines to himself, under his breath. “On Sundays I leave flowers, commemorating each confession. Yeah, I think it does.”

“I’ll change it,” you decide, and he does it for you, scratching out admission and writing confession next to it in red ink.

“The third line sucks,” you muse, reading over his arm. 

“It doesn’t suck,” he says mildly. “What were you trying to say?”

You think about this. “That each admission - confession, whatever - that the speaker didn’t voice…it’s almost like those words were trying to reach their recipient, but the speaker shot them down in flight, you know? Does that make sense?”

Namjoon ticks his head to the side, thinking. “It makes sense,” he assures you. “I’m just thinking about how to say it.”

You both peer at the stanza in silence, thinking.

“You’ve got this imagery of shooting something down mid-flight, like you just said,” he murmurs, eyes on the page, “but in the first stanza, you say the words die on the speaker’s lips, meaning they never get said in the first place. Maybe you need to change the imagery to holding it in instead of stopping it once it’s out?”

You scan the first stanza again, nodding slowly. “Commemorating every confession that suffocated beneath fresh-packed earth,” you say, voice almost a whisper as you listen to how the phrase would sound.

Namjoon chuckles darkly. “Buried alive? Harsh.”

You tap the page, finger on the bottom stanza. “The confessions - the words - are what died and got buried. But then, in the final stanza, she’s saying she keeps him alive by remembering him, but maybe she’s keeping her confessions alive as well. Like, she’s continuing to give them life by continuing to speak life into them. It works on two levels.”

Namjoon nods, letting out a quick, impressed breath almost like a laugh. “That’s good,” he says, sliding your notebook over to you. “Write it down before you forget.”

You scratch out the second stanza and write in the space next to it,

On Sundays I leave flowers commemorating every confession that suffocated beneath six feet of fresh-packed earth.

“I like it better,” you say, reading the whole thing back to yourself. 

“It’s definitely better,” he agrees. 

You put a hand on the page, ready to slide it completely away from him, to put it back in your bag. 

Namjoon places his fingers on the page, just inches from yours. His index finger strokes the last line, where your hand had pressed the pen to the page and placed there, Hail Mary full of grace.

“What would happen if you stopped visiting?” he asks, voice very low. He’s leaning forward, his shoulder close enough to yours that you can feel the heat coming off his body. 

“Excuse me?” you snap. This was exactly what you hadn’t wanted - interpretation, application to your real life.

“The speaker,” he corrects quickly, eyes flicking down to the page and then back up to meet yours again. There’s something gentle and coaxing in his voice as he continues. “What would happen if the speaker decided to spend their time elsewhere? Wouldn’t it be better for them to just… let the dead stay dead?”

Goosebumps cover your arms, but you’re also suddenly pissed. “I don’t have an answer to that,” you say firmly. “It’s poetry, it’s not real life.” You slap the notebook shut and toss it into your bag, tugging on the zipper like your life depends on it. You stand, hiking your bag onto your shoulder. 

He’s still looking at you contemplatively, leaning back in his chair, long legs stretching under the desk. Then, he seems to snap out of it, and he peers up at you apologetically. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m used to that kind of thinking and response from my grad classes. But you’d already expressed that you weren’t comfortable… I should’ve left that alone.”

You shift from foot to foot, still stinging. “It’s fine,” you tell him. “Thanks for the help. I’ll resubmit this version.”

“Y/N,” he calls, stopping you in the doorway. You pause, turning to look. “Would it make you feel better to see a really personal one of mine?” His smile is rueful, his dimples teasing.

You exhale on a laugh. “Only if I get to question your poor life choices when I’m done,” you say.

He laughs at this. “I accept,” he says seriously, a smile still tugging at his lips. “In exchange for your forgiveness.”

You slap your palm lightly against the wooden doorframe, twice. “It’s a deal,” you say, and disappear down the hallway. 

–

He sends you a screenshot two hours later. Before you can enlarge it enough to read anything, he sends, “Good GOD this is bad. Enjoy!” 

I love you by pressing my fingertips into soil. Is it too dry? Can it go another day? I love you by pushing ceramic just two inches  to the left where the sunlight hits at exactly four pm. I love you by wiping dust from leaves just how I'd wipe tears from cheeks. I love you by admiring each new bloom as it appears.

And when I’m thorn-pricked it doesn’t hurt because my only expectation  was for it to grow.

You read it twice, then a third time. 

[3:22 PM] You: that is NOT bad omg [3:23 PM] You: i need more context so i can mock your bad decisions [3:23 PM] You: that was the deal 😤 [3:27 PM] Namjoon: haha stop it. [3:28 PM] Namjoon: i cringed so hard when i read it again [3:29 PM] Namjoon: but i hope you actually forgive me now

Friday October 12th

‘-yet with everything left unsaid, still they said goodbye.’

Namjoon pounds twice on his desk in victory as he rereads the last line of the chapter he’d just finished. It’s good, he thinks. It’s actually good, the whole chapter. Not perfect - nothing ever would be - but good enough that he feels excited to send it to the cohort and get some feedback.

There’s a noise from his doorway and he spins in the chair, minimizing the document out of habit. 

You smile at him from the door. “It’s going well, huh?” you say, a little playfully. 

Namjoon feels something like cold run down his legs. It’s the absolute horror of being known.  “What are you talking about?” he asks, voice even.

You fold your arms over your chest like you feel defensive. “You hit the desk when you’re happy about it,” you explain.

Namjoon stares at you, absolutely dumbfounded. He hadn’t realized you even knew he was writing, let alone that you’d been tracking his habits well enough to pick up on little things like that. He’s always kept his writing - and his behavior as a writer - pretty private. The only person who had ever seen behind the curtain, so to speak, was Elyse. And look how that turned out. 

Namjoon decides to side-step this. He doesn’t know what to say. Instead, he goes with, “Did you need something?”

He knows it’s cold. He doesn’t even mean to be cold. But something about this interaction has all of his mental alarm bells ringing - telling him that this might be inching towards dangerous territory. 

Territory he’s been in before. Territory he clawed his way out of. 

“Oh,” you say, a little taken-aback. “Well, yeah. I was trying to see if anyone would be into the idea of a game night this weekend? What do you think?”

Namjoon’s about to answer that he doesn’t mind when his conversation with Yoongi and Hobi floats into his brain. He remembers their bony chins digging into his shoulders as they read your texts and affirmed that, yes, he’d hurt your feelings by leaving last time. 

“Game night,” he repeats slowly. “Care to elaborate on the plan?”

This makes you smile again, like you’re pleased that he’s entertaining the idea. “Smaller crowd than last time,” you say. “Game categories up for discussion - could do board games, drinking games, video games… maybe a rotation?”

“A rotation,” Namjoon repeats flatly, not sure if you’re joking.

Your smile widens, eyes crinkling. It had been a joke. “We can decide what we feel like,” you say. “I was thinking maybe Saturday night?”

“Okay,” Namjoon says.

“Okay I can plan it… or okay, you’ll be there?” you ask, chewing lightly on the inside of your cheek.

Namjoon feels himself smile despite himself, despite the alarm bells, despite your dead-on observation of his habits. “I’ll stay,” he promises.

Saturday October 13th 

The night actually does rotate. Or, rather, you all start with a board game and it delves soon into drinking games. Namjoon finds himself sitting on the living room floor, a whiskey and soda in his hand, watching across an abandoned game board - pieces still laying sideways, forgotten - as you giggle into Taehyung’s shoulder after being brought down by a very targeted round of Never Have I Ever.

(Never have I ever… worn a bra. …used a curling iron. …put on mascara. …cried to a Hallmark movie. The guys went right down the line, 1-2-3-4-5, you never had a chance.)

“You have to drink, Y/N,” Jungkook says, poking you with his socked foot. 

“Get your toe-socks off of me,” you try to snap, but you’re still fighting giggles and you sound as menacing as a puppy.

“I think we need a no-targeting rule,” Yoongi says fairly, watching as you dutifully down your cup and rise to mix yourself a new one. “Or Y/N will end up in the hospital tonight.”

“I am not holding your hair this time,” Taehyung shouts into the kitchen. “Once was enough!”

“It was enough for me, too, believe me,” you answer him seriously, but your mouth twitches. You’re still fighting giggles.

“He’s right,” Jimin speaks up. “No more targeting - not just Y/N, for anyone. It won’t be fun that way.”

“Should we switch games?” Hobi asks. “How about Kings?”

Namjoon groans. “I’m not drunk enough for that.”

“Then get drunker,” Taehyung tells him, nodding towards the kitchen bar - littered with half-full liquor bottles and various mixers - where you’re still standing with your cup.

“I’m working on it,” Namjoon tells him, lifting his nearly-empty cup as proof. 

You settle back onto the floor across from him, carefully holding your freshly filled cup so that it doesn’t slosh over the edges. “What’d we decide?”

The game of Kings begins harmlessly - Jungkook picks an 8 and chooses Jimin to drink whenever he drinks, no surprise there. Jimin picks a 4, and everyone slaps the floor - Yoongi is last, so he drinks. 

Then Hobi picks a King - make up any rule, any rule at all - and his eyes sparkle with unspilled mischief. 

“T-Rex arms!” Taehyung shouts. “T-Rex arms for the rest of the night!”

“Funny accents for the rest of the night!”

“You have to drink every time you say someone’s name!”

“You have to drink every time anyone says ‘what’!”

Everyone shouts their suggestions, but Hobi waves his hands to quiet them.

“If you say someone’s name,” he begins, and everyone leans forward, interested, “they get to tell the group some tea about you.”

Everyone lets out an ooooh of appreciation.

“That’s gonna get messy,” you observe, eyes wide. 

The game continues, everyone being careful to tap each other’s knees to get their attention instead of calling their names. But as the hour grows later and the alcohol flows, you all forget to be so careful. When Jimin gets up to grab another drink, Jungkook calls, “Jimin, will you bring me a beer?”

“You said his name!” Nearly the whole circle shrieks it at once, pointing sloppily at Jungkook in accusation.

“Ji- I mean, sir in the kitchen, you get to tell us some tea about Jung- I mean, this one,” Hobi says, correcting himself around a series of belly laughs. 

Jimin grins like the cat who ate the canary. “He’s the one who broke his good headphones.” He points at Yoongi to indicate which his he means since he can’t say Yoongi’s name.

“Hyung!” Jungkook cries, betrayal written all over his face and voice. 

At the same time, Yoongi’s head whips around to look at his younger friend in accusation. “You owe me money for those! They were my favorite!”

“I told you,” you say, your voice carrying sweetly over the din. “Messy.” 

The game continues, pausing when Yoongi misses his turn as he’s too busy looking up how much his headphones cost so he can show Jungkook.

Without thinking, Namjoon lazily says, “You’re up, Yoongi.”

Everyone looks at him, grins growing like predators who have discovered injured prey. 

“Oh, damn,” he sighs. Yoongi looks up from his phone, eyes glinting.

“Well,” he says, clearly enjoying his audience and the chance to embarrass his best friend, “when this friend was getting over Elyse, he played Davichi’s Beside Me on repeat for hours at a time, and I know for a fact that he still knows every word.”

Namjoon’s not sure how to name the emotion that surges from his stomach up to his face; mortified, sure. Angry, a little. Everyone around the circle is laughing - Jimin’s even wiping a lone tear from under his eye. Is it funny, from the outside? He guesses it is. He feels a little detached, a little floaty.

“Oh shit, Elyse!” Taehyung sort of shouts, sitting up a little. “I forgot about her!”

“That’s cute,” Namjoon says. “Wish I could.” Even he can hear how bitter he sounds.

“What ever happened with her?” Taehyung asks, more musing than actually directing the question at Namjoon, or anyone.

“Tae!” you scold, elbowing him. “You’re such an insensitive ass, do you know that?”

To his credit, Taehyung looks abashed and backpedals immediately. “I mean - sorry - I’m just curious. Didn’t mean to put you on blast.”

“It’s fine,” Namjoon says, but he’s dying to get out of that room, out of everyone’s sight, away from the fading laughter and from the sideways, searching look you’re giving him. He stands, tries to keep his face passive. “I’m gonna… go pee.” 

He slides into the dark of his room and heads for the bathroom. He doesn’t even need to go, he just needs it to look like he left for a reason. Behind him, he can hear Yoongi despite his purposely lowered voice as he says, “She left him back in June. Same shit as always - he loved her way more than she liked him.”

Namjoon wishes he could refute this. Even if he’d been out there to defend himself, he couldn’t. Yoongi knew every detail about Namjoon’s last relationship and the break-up that ended it, and his assessment was right. 

Namjoon had liked her - loved her - more than she liked him. His expectations were too high for what she could give him. Sometimes he wondered if she was the problem, or if he was. Were his expectations for a partner too high in general? Was he asking too much, wanting someone to care for him the way he cared for them? 

When he comes out of the bathroom, Yoongi is leaning against his desk waiting for him.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts. “The song part is funny - I was thinking about it because you were humming it in the library yesterday. I didn’t think about the… Elyse of it all. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. Especially in front of…” He trails off. But Namjoon knows where the sentence was going. 

He doesn’t even have the oomph to argue it.

“I know,” he says simply. “It’s okay.”

“If we hadn’t been drinking…” Yoongi says, voice a little thoughtful. “I mean, I’m not trying to make excuses. I just would have considered my words a little more carefully.”

“I know,” Namjoon says again, insistent. “It’s okay, hyung. I’m not mad at you. Let’s go back.”

When they return to the group, it seems that in their absence you had organized the board game again and gotten everyone focused. He wasn’t sure if you’d done it on purpose, diverted their attention to rules and set-up so they wouldn’t look too closely at his face as he took his spot again, but he appreciated it regardless. 

Taehyung catches his eye, grimaces in apology. Namjoon gives a shrug and a headshake, letting him know they’re alright. 

How can he be mad? Are they supposed to pretend his mistakes don’t exist? He can’t impose his own rules on others, it wouldn’t be fair.

Friday October 19th

The week passes in a blur. Namjoon works on his book, workshops for his classmates, goes to class, attends his TA hours, eats, sleeps, walks outside when he can. You exist in orbit around him, sometimes communicating in passing - but only in passing. You spend no time together, have no conversations, share no text messages or meals.

It’s starting to feel safe again, Namjoon thinks. Those alarm bells have quieted down. Now they act more like disgruntled guard dogs who think they saw something in the yard; they keep their narrowed, suspicious eyes on the gate, giving unhappy grumbles now and then.

Of course, the universe never lets him rest for long. On Friday night, Hobi texts him at eight, “Bar! You have two hours to mentally prepare! I will see you there or else!!!”

Namjoon texts back, “you need to calm down with the exclamation points”. But he still turns to eye his open closet, pondering what to wear.

–

Sometimes, Namjoon just watches people. People watching is a thing, right? He catches himself at it all the time - at train stations, on campus, in malls, and here - now - at the bar. 

He watches throngs of young women mix onto and away from the dance floor, ebbing and flowing like high and low tide, like they obey the moon too. He watches men his age eye the scene like hawks.

He watches the bartenders hustle from one end to another, hands in constant motion as they exchange money, clutch shakers, wipe out glasses, open beers. He watches the bouncer sweep his gaze over the crowd, like a seaside lifeguard. 

He watches Hobi and Yoongi bend their heads together, talking animatedly over something on Hobi’s phone. He watches Jungkook and Jimin dance near the edge of the crowd, peeking surreptitiously over their shoulders to see if any of the girls near them are looking. He watches Jin throw his head back in laughter at whatever the pretty girl before him has said. 

He watches you lean forward on your elbows, eyes on Taehyung’s face like they’re magnetically drawn, as he talks to you. You both laugh at something; you finish your drink. Namjoon watches as Taehyung leans over to say something to you, slides off of his barstool, makes his way towards the dark hallway that houses the restrooms. You flag down a bartender, ordering a new drink. 

You aren’t watching Taehyung make his way back from the bathroom, but Namjoon is. He watches as Taehyung is intercepted by a beautiful, dark-haired girl who stands only as tall as the middle of his chest. He watches as Taehyung stops in his tracks, a grin slowly growing across his face, starting sly and ending open and friendly. It’s deadly, and Namjoon knows he knows it.

Namjoon sees it happen when the girl cocks her head towards the front entrance, sees it when Taehyung nods and leans down to say something to her before zig-zagging his way through the crowd back to where you sit, waiting for him.

Namjoon sees it when your smile crumples, when you quickly stitch it back together and nod eagerly, when you wave goodbye. He sees it when Taehyung and his date slip out the front door, sees it when you let your head drop to your hands, shoulders heaving with one single deep breath. 

When you raise your head again, your eyes meet his. 

And he sees it - all of it. He sees the crushing disappointment, the resignation, the acceptance. 

He’s moving without making the decision to move, his beer glass cold against his hand as he makes his way to the empty spot next to you. 

“Sorry,” he says, not hiding that he’d seen exactly what happened, had witnessed Taehyung abandon you for preferred company. 

You give yourself a little shake and give him a tiny smile. “Don’t be,” you say easily. “Good for him - I wish I had half his luck.”

Namjoon wouldn’t say he knows you that well if he was asked, doesn’t think himself an expert on your personality. But he knows it’s bravado. He can just tell. 

But he’ll let you save face. He’d want the same. 

He struggles to find something to talk to you about. His brain goes empty, like static, the second he relies on it. Finally, as you stir the ice cubes around your drink, trying not to look as dejected as you feel, he asks, “How’s senior thesis going? What are the criteria for poetry students?”

You perk up, sitting up straighter and releasing the plastic straw you’d had pinched between your fingers. “It’s going okay,” you tell him, glancing over sideways at him like you want to make sure he’s actually interested in the answer, not just asking to be polite. “The criteria? It’s half a written portfolio, half an author study.”

“Who’d you pick?” Namjoon asks, taking a sip of his beer and finding it low. 

You smile at him mischievously, eyes sparkling a little. “Guess,” you challenge.

He feels himself smile in return. “Rumi,” he shoots out.

Your laugh bursts from you, surprising both of you. “That’s your first guess?” you laugh. “Seriously? Going straight to Rumi?”

“Am I wrong?” he asks, chuckling. 

“Yes,” you insist. “Try again.”

He ponders it for a second. “Whitman. Yeats. Eliot.”

“Absolutely not,” you say. “Quit naming dead white dudes.”

Namjoon laughs again. “Poe?”

“Still a dead white dude!”

He stops, thinks again. “Olds,” he finally guesses.

You raise your eyebrows. “Wow, obscure.”

He shrugs. “She seems like your type.”

You laugh at that, a peal of laughter that has you hunching over your drink. “You’re not wrong about that,” you admit. 

“I think you need to just tell me,” Namjoon admits.

“Surely you know more poets than that!” you tease accusingly. 

“Of course I do,” he allows. “But I think this little game could go on for a very long time.”

You laugh again, and Namjoon feels a smile tug at his lips. 

He growls a mental shut up at the part of him that wants to keep making you laugh.

“St Vincent Millay,” you say, caving.

“Wow,” he says, just a bit struck dumb. Because what are the odds you’d pick her? “A favorite.”

You smile at him, eyes crinkling. “You know hers?”

Namjoon is pretty sure he has a copy of Alms stuffed between pages of his favorite notebook, a memento to his post-Elyse days, when he was - yes - listening to Beside Me on repeat and reading every heartbreak poem he could get his hands on, all in the name of feeling understood. All in the name of feeling less alone.

“My heart is what it was before, / a house where people come and go; / But it is winter with your love -” Namjoon quotes from Alms instead of answering.

You keep your eyes on him, steady, as you finish in a quiet voice, “The sashes are beset with snow. Alms? I wrote about that one for my thesis the other day.”

Namjoon catches the bartender’s eye. “If I get a few shots, do you want one?” he asks, looking over at you. You nod, he orders something cinnamony, and then he returns to your earlier conversation. “Alms is one of the only ones of hers I can quote off the top of my head. But it’s… my favorite of hers.”

You give him a sly smile. “I argued in my thesis that Alms is a diss-track.”

Namjoon splutters. “What?” he demands. 

You grin, loving this. “It is winter with your love? Like, tell me your lover is cold without telling me your lover is cold. Plus, all those lines in the middle about how she tends her plants in winter? Of course that’s your favorite.”

As the bar-tender pushes filled shot-glasses towards him, Namjoon just stares at you. You have this uncanny way of knowing things about him, and it’s unnerving. Partly because he doesn’t know that much about you, and partly because he hadn’t realized he was so easy to read.

You each take a shot glass, clicking them together before knocking them back. The burn of alcohol in his throat urges him to speak up, to address it.

“You remember how you mentioned that I tend to hit the desk when I'm happy with what I wrote?”

You frown with your whole face, brows and all, not following his line of thought at all. “...Yeah…” you say, voice wavering with uncertainty.

Namjoon looks away, at the wood of the bar beneath his fingers, at the crowd of people shouting their conversations around them, at the empty glasses waiting to be whisked away. “What else do you know?” 

He’s not sure what makes him say it. Maybe he’s tired of you dropping these little observations here and there and wants them all out at once. 

You trace a whorl in the wood with your pointer finger. Thoughtfully, voice sounding somewhat far away, you tell him, “You pace when you’re stuck. You listen to rap when it’s flowing and classical when it’s not.”

Namjoon lets out a single, shuttering laugh, barely louder than an exhale. “I’m trying to think of a less rude way to ask this, but why - how - do you know this stuff?”

You twist your mouth sideways into the cousin of a smile, self-deprecation written all over your face. “I spend a lot of time in the living room,” you say defensively with a bit of a laugh. “I can’t help but notice. You’re not very secretive.”

That’s the thing. Namjoon thought he was.

You sit in silence for a minute, the loudness of the bar’s music and chatter flowing around you. Then, completely unprompted, you add, “I know that poem you sent me is about your ex.”

Namjoon’s head snaps up, his eyes finding yours. He searches your face for anything unkind, anything mocking. Elyse had made him feel stupid - something he had very little experience with - and he was evading that feeling every second since. But there’s none to be found as you look back at him patiently.

“Y/N,” he says finally, “don’t take this the wrong way, but what the fuck.”

Once you’re sure he isn’t going to get mad or defensive, you relax, shooting him a knowing smirk. “Please,” you protest. “The line about how you can’t get hurt because you had no expectations? A juxtaposition to when you have certain expectations of a partner, and how it hurts when they’re not met. Like expecting someone to love you back, and then they don’t.”

“I think I need to be rescued from this conversation,” Namjoon jokes, pretending to look around for a life-line. “Quit it with the direct shots!”

You shrug innocently. “I’m not making any judgments about it. Just saying I understand the message.”

“How many drinks have you had?” Namjoon demands.

“I don’t know… three or four? Why?”

He can’t say because you’re saying very honest shit and people are usually polite enough to not do that. “You’re just… dropping words like juxtaposition and I…. truly don’t know how to handle it.”

You give him a wide smile, proud and teasing. “Just admit that I have a big, sexy brain.”

If this is the game you want to play, he thinks, he can play it. 

“Well,” he counters, “I know that your poem about the graveyard is actually about -” He snaps his mouth shut, sober enough to know a mistake when he’s shin-deep in it, buzzed enough to fail at stopping his gaze from flicking over to where Taehyung and that girl had disappeared through the front door. 

He watches - literally watches it happen - as a wall crashes down over your face. The open, teasing expression flattens into dull nothingness, your smile melts into a thin line, your eyes leave his and settle on your hands.

Namjoon opens his mouth to apologize, but the heavy weight of someone’s arm across his shoulders distracts him. 

“Are you two talking about poetry?” Hobi asks, voice a touch too loud. “We already have a resident nerd, Y/N, we don’t need another.”

You grasp at the interruption desperately. “Not just any poetry. His poetry.”

Hobi gasps dramatically, clutching at his chest like a wounded man. “He let you read his own poetry? My God.”

Namjoon sits back, allows Hobi and Yoongi to incorporate themselves into the conversation, lets the moment slip away. He zones entirely out of the conversation, lost in his own thoughts, letting the others pick up his slack.

He’s thinking about Alms and thinking about Elyse, thinking about how St Vincent Millay’s line “But it is winter with your love” had rolled around his brain for a solid month as he was wrestling with the insecurity and pain of loving someone who just didn’t feel it too. Elyse hadn’t been cold - at least, not until the very end. Yet, even still, it had never been… enough. 

He’s thinking about the way you just noticed things about him, the way you made him feel seen when he was used to feeling the opposite. 

He’s thinking, and it’s probably a little fucked up, that Elyse had lived with him for over three months - sharing a bed, even - and had never picked up on his mannerisms this way.

He keys back into the conversation when he notices you signing to close out your card.

“Are you going home?” he asks you, the first words he’s said in a while. Both Yoongi and Hobi turn to look at him, as if they, too, forgot he was sitting there. 

“Yeah,” you tell him. You meet his eyes, but your voice is still a little flat. “I was gonna Uber.”

“Wanna share?” he suggests.

You look at your hands again. “You don’t have to leave just because I’m leaving,” you say. 

Hobi and Yoongi swivel their heads back and forth in silence, watching this conversation like a table-tennis match.

“I’m ready to go. But I can get my own ride if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No,” you say quickly. “I’m not. That would… that’s fine.”

You say goodbye to the guys and Namjoon follows you through the bar. He’s tempted to reach out a hand and guide you, help you navigate the drunken, dancing crowd. But you aren’t his to protect, and he’s just this minute starting to examine where the urge comes from, what’s blooming here, a tiny bud forming seemingly overnight.

Outside, the silence hits him like the slap of an ocean wave. The night is warm, despite it being late October. 

You walk silently towards the curb, phone in your hand. You don’t look back at him.

“Y/N,” he says quietly. You glance over your shoulder, frosty, but you soften almost instantly when you look at him. The apology must be clear as day on his face. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You sag with a sigh. “No,” you say. “I asked for it. I started it. You’re not supposed to dish it if you can’t take it, or something.”

Namjoon doesn’t agree or disagree, doesn’t shake his head. He just keeps his gaze on you, heavy and serious, and repeats, “I shouldn’t have said that to you.”

You drop your eyes again - he’s noticing you do that when you’re nervous, unsure of your words. Then, eyes on the road instead of on him, you say, “Assuming I was right about… you know, the poem… I’m sorry you went through that.”

Namjoon raises his eyes, up past the bar’s neon sign, up past the yellow-lit apartment windows above it, up past the fire escape and the rusty rooftop structures. He finds stars, glinting and joking from behind swiftly moving wisps of clouds. 

“Thanks,” he says. That’s all.

“It’s hard when the people we love…” you trail off, rub your hands up and down your arms as if to ward off chill on a definitively unchilly night. “It’s hard when they disappoint us. For whatever reason.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says. The Uber pulls up, and you check the license plate against what’s on your phone screen before reaching for the back door. He’s got that same urge again, to reach out and guide you into the car. He shifts his hand into a fist, wills himself to get his shit together. As you slide over to make room for him, he lets one last breath out towards those same stars. “Yeah, it is.”

– 

Inside the Uber, you scoot to make room for Namjoon to slide in next to you, folding his long legs in behind the front passenger seat. 

The ride begins in silence, except for the driver’s music, which currently plays an advertisement in a language you don’t speak and can’t even identify. 

You feel a little dizzy, maybe from the drinks. Maybe from getting vulnerable with your roommate. You lean your head back against the headrest and close your eyes. You can feel the heat from Namjoon’s side, can sense him, solid, less than a foot away. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice low, to keep the conversation as close to private as possible.

You open your eyes, looking sideways at him. He looks back at you, searchingly. You’re struck for the first time, here in the back of a stranger’s shitty Kia, by how pretty his eyes are - full of warmth and depth, but also something sly, like he constantly knows something you don’t, yet. 

Looking at him, you’re tempted to lean against him; the desire comes out of nowhere, comes from the surety you feel that he would feel… safe. Protective. You feel sure he wouldn’t move away. 

What is this? you wonder. It’s just a moment, just a fleeting thing that will be gone by the next red light, but as tiny as it is, there’s a voice in your head pointing out that you haven’t felt this kind of anything for anyone in your whole life except Kim Taehyung. 

You fold your hands in your lap, turn to look straight ahead through the windshield. You can’t lie to him while looking at him.

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m fine.”

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Smacking their ass

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Sukuna, Toji, Itadori, Megumi, X Fem!Reader

Genre: Humor

Format: Drabble

Warnings: Suggestive content, Mild NSFW content on Toji's part cuz he's daddy

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: For a person who hates her ass to get slapped and loves to slap her man's ass, I'm a bit bold.

↳Sukuna

It wouldn't take him long to notice your small steps approaching him from behind. He can tell how hard you're trying to remain unnoticed from the way you hold your breath and avoid making the slightest noises, and it might have been efficient, really; if you hadn't chosen the wrong person to mess with.

"Don't even think about it"

His serious tune is enough to freeze you in the spot, your eyes twitching with surprises as you watch his figure from behind.

Not even bothering to turn around. Of course.

"I... I was..." "No need to make up excuses, brat. I already know about everything going on in that little head of yours"

He now turns around to show off that playful smirk of his, and you both know that he doesn't need to remind you that you can't play anything funny on the strongest creature in the world. You then gasp when you feel a harsh slap against your butt, which has enough force to make you jump in the spot.

"See? That's how it should be" He gives you one last chuckle before going back to whatever he was doing, leaving you all sulky and unsatisfied with how things turned out in the end.

↳Toji

Years of going to secret missions and slaying people earned him an amazing hearing ability, so he will sense your appearance the minute you step inside the room. You were never good at sneaking up to people, but that doesn't mean he can't pretend like he isn't aware of your presence. He's curious to know what you're planning on, after all.

So when you stand behind him and aim for his butt, you think that you've won; but just a second before your palm lands on his ass, your hands are suddenly seized by his,twisting them so your body falls into his embrace, your back facing his chest.

"What do you think you're doing?" His low pitched whisper against your ear is enough to send shivers down your spin.

"Misbehaving now are we? Well, I guess I don't have any choice but to teach you some manners"

When he slaps your ass for the hundredth time as youre bent over on his lap, you low key regret planning on doing something like this to him; but deep down, you knew it would turn out like this, and you would be lying if you say that your wetness Is caused by something else, not the amount of power he has over you.

↳Megumi

It's a casual date night, you on the couch watching TV as your boyfriend prepares dinner which he got its recipe from Itadori. The only difference is that tonight your favourite show got cancelled and the now the news is being broadcast instead. It's only natural for you to feel bored and peek in the kitchen to check on Megumi, right?

And when you do, you see that everything is clean, the dishes are all washed, a pleasant smell has filled the room, everything is so perfect; yet all that catches your attention is how nice his butt looks from behind as he's standing in front of the cooker.

Target locked, processing attack, three, two, one...

Slap!

"Nice ass man!"

He doesn't have to turn around so you can see his reaction. From how he suddenly froze and his whole body tensed up, you can tell that the poor man is stunned.

When you leave him behind cause apparently, "your job is done", he can clearly hear you burst out into laughter, and he cannot help but to think about how you're going to be the death of him.

↳Itadori

Watching Itadori doing literally anything is pleasant to the eye. The way his muscles protrude against the fabric of his hoodie when he bends to pick up things from the floor has you drooling over the sight. But the thing that's giving you the massivest brainstorm at the moment is, how come you've never noticed how much of a fine ass this man has?

You can't take your eyes off it because, it's right there? In front of you? With nobody touching it???

Maybe God is trying to give you some hints, which you'll gladly pick up.

So when he bends over, again, to reach out for the tray that used to contain sweets, suddenly something hits his ass, not so gently.

Of course the man is shocked; so when he turns around to see who's this trespasser that has violated his privacy, he's met with your huge ass smile and your brightened face.

"Quite a nice ass you got there, my Friend"

Itadori would've thanked you when he got through the whole situation eventually, but all he can think about now is how you called him "Friend" instead of "boyfriend"

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[stormkobra-5]

Not As Planned

A Batons and Unicorns Drabble

Summary: It’s been awhile since you and Steven have gotten together. This past year has been amazing between the two of you. Neither of you have ever been happier. And now that you’re done with your training, you’re able to move in together. What better way to do it than get that old Victorian dream-home on the outskirts of the New York suburbs that’s been on the market for years?

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

A/N: I dunno. It’s just a whim to write this. Also, I can’t seem to let sweet Steven go. (Maybe there’s a little Marc x reader here...?) This one might be a bit less GN at the end. You’ll see why.

Notes: So I absolutely love this series. I plan to keep it going with random little fun stories like this. ☺️

Warnings: This story is rated 14+ for strong language.

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One year, three and a half months, and fifteen days.

That’s how long you and Steven have been together. You guys are still as stupidly in love as you were when you first started dating, which is like, rare? Neither of you care about other people’s dating statistics.

So you’ve been living side-by-side in your own apartments for the last year, going on missions together, worrying when one goes but the other doesn’t. Slowly, the two of you have integrated yourselves with the other Avengers, joining them for compound dinners and the like-- but three and a half months ago, you finished your training. You’ve practically been living together this whole time anyway, so you figured, why not?

You guys started looking for a house. Luckily Jake’s a millionaire. Or something.

Steven wanted to move to London. You wanted to move to Vanaheim.

You compromised and stayed in New York, because you guys found the perfect place.

About a three hour drive from the tower, on the outskirts of the New York suburbs, is a beautiful two-story kind-of-farm-y Victorian house that’s been on the market for about five years, according to Stark. It was fairly cheap, considering. It needed a bit of work on the outside, but the inside was perfect. You guys tested faucets, windows, doors, toilets, and walked pretty much everywhere to check for floor integrity. It was nice. You guys excitedly bought it and started to move in immediately. While you worked on cleaning the inside-- dusting, washing, cleaning windows, sweeping (because it needed a bit of a deep clean, the thing was covered in cobwebs)-- Steven worked on the outside-- mowing, trimming the overgrown bushes, picking up debris, fixing up the exterior of the house such as replacing siding, shutters, etc. etc., with some assistance from the handy Marc and less-handy Jake.

You were were full-blown renovators! Congrats!

Yeah!

Great!

Now.

You ever seen Money Pit with Tom Hanks? You probably haven’t. Google it.

Uh huh.

Turns out you guys cleaned the shell of the house. The inside was apparently held together with rubber bands and old unsticky duct tape that honestly only held together for like a week.

“Steven! I’m home!”

Steven loves your voice. He loves hearing you talk so clearly when they’re in the privacy of your own home and usually when he hears you, he’ll come running like a dog to greet you and help you with whatever you’re doing. Sometimes he’ll wait for you to find him and smile to himself while you do.

But now he’s fucking terrified.

“Oh shit,” He breathes.

“Oh fuck,” Marc says in the mirror.

“Uh oh,” Jake says in the reflection of the showerhead.

Not that even they can hear each other over the sound of the fucking bathroom exploding.

All he’d wanted was to take a shower. He’d gotten home from work and went straight for the mulch beds you wanted to dig up for a garden or whatever, and decided to take a shower before you got home from the store because honestly? He kept falling face-first into the dirt and now he’s covered. The poor guy is a little clumsy and he had never dug up a mulch bed before. Sure, he did it like the guy on YouTube, but with a lot less finesse despite the help of Marc, who has done housework before.

Then he turned on the shower.

He just. He piled up his dirt-covered clothes and then reached over to turn on the shower.

The fucking toilet seemed to think it was the shower.

The back of the toilet exploded in a stream of intense water that scared the shit out of poor Steven. He fell over and when he tried to stand he kept slipping on the water mess, and now, finally, after you get home, he’s managed to get to the shower handle to turn it off. Slowly, the toilet stops trying to be a shower.

Shaking, Steven wraps a towel around his waist and surveys the damage.

Apparently, the back of the toilet was filled of black mold. And the moldy water is everywhere.

The ceiling. The shower. The bathtub. The floor. The walls. The mirror. The sink. Steven.

It’s fucking everywhere.

Now, for the other damage.

The lid to the back of the toilet had been blown off. It fucking shattered. Porcelain shards and dust are everywhere, including poor Steven. The soap and toothbrushes have been knocked over by moldy water, so, they’re ruined. The cute little decorations you had on the back of the toilet? Yeah, those are trash. And you thought that little elephant was so cute, too. The paint on the walls has bubbled up from the water already, smearing down.

Steven stands in the ruined remains of what was once your main bathroom.

“Oh fucking shit,” Marc squeaks, because even a trained ex-marine mercenary doesn’t know what to do here. He takes a deep breath. “O-okay. Um. Uh... Here’s what we’re gonna do. Play dead.”

“What?” Steven gasps. Jake has disappeared entirely, vanishing into the depths of Steven’s mind to avoid any confrontation with you. Not that you’d get angry, but you worked so hard to make the bathroom pretty and now it’s ruined.

“Play dead,” Marc insists, “Cut your hand with some of that porcelain and spread it all over you or something. They’ll be so worried about you that the bathroom won’t be an issue.” Marc thinks about that for a second. “No, wait. Just run. The bedroom window leads down into the backyard. Get to your car and go to the nearest hardware store. Yeah. Do that. Buy a whole new fucking bathroom. Better yet? Buy a whole new fucking house. A bigger better one that’ll make them forget all about this one.”

Before Steven can even contemplate doing any of this for longer than a second, you come around the corner. You stop short, staring with wide, surprised eyes at the mess around you. “What the...”

Steven stands there, staring up at you from under his brows, ashamed. “H-Hi, birdie.”

You turn in circles, looking at the sheer extent of the damage in awe. “You invite a very sick Squirtle in here or something without telling me?”

Oh, Steven loves you with all his fucking heart.

But sometimes he has no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.

“W-What?”

You turn to face him, brows furrowed and eyebrow half-raised. “The hell did you do?”

Steven bites his lip. “I’m sorry, love. All I did was turn the shower on.”

He’s surprised when you try and fail to stifle a smile, and you start wiping his face off with your sleeve. “Oh, Steven. Your poor thing.” You peck his lips and survey the damage again, nodding to yourself as you hold his hands. “Looks like we’ve got more work to do.”

~***~

“Steven. Calm the fuck down.”

“H-how can I calm down?!”

It was meant to be just a quick trip to the hardware store to get some wooden slats. That’s it. That’s all.

But now the two of you are in the front of your truck, and Steven is gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles are white. The guy is absolutely terrified.

It was your fault, really. You’d never secured wooden slats in a pickup bed before. How were you supposed to know that they weren’t fucking secure enough?

Now here they were, rattling around and threatening to slide right out of the bed of the truck, and Steven is terrified.

So are you.

“J-just pull over!”

“Where?! There’s nowhere to pull over out here!”

“We’re in the middle of the country, Steven! Everywhere is a pull-over spot!”

“Not when the roads drop off into ditches!”

“This road is busy!”

“You think I don’t know that?!”

Just as he’s holding onto the steering wheel for dear life, you’re hanging onto him for dear life. “Turn on the hazards!”

Steven reaches over and flips them on, slowing down to a crawl. He pulls over as far as he can, but people are still honking as they speed angrily by. “Sorry, sorry...” Steven mumbles even though they can’t hear him.

Steven goes to open his door, but you stop him and shake your head. “No. It’s my fault, I’ll fix it.” You hurry out and Steven waits nervously in the car.

Until he hears the enormous crash of slats and pipes scattering on cement.

“Did they just fucking—“ Jake exclaims in the rear-view mirror, and Marc takes control. Steven sighs from the reflection of the logo in the middle of the steering wheel as Marc gets out of the trunk and comes around to find you staring at your mess.

All over the road are the pipes and tools. How were you supposed to know they were up against the fucking hitch after spilling from the box? Under the truck, in the road, rolling into the ditch on the side of the road, pieces of pipe and tools are everywhere.

But you’re standing there holding your hands out as if you’ve tried to stem the flood of parts. You’re frozen like a deer in headlights as you slowly turn to find Marc raising an eyebrow at you.

He’s not mad, but the whole situation is irritating. He can’t help but smile a little though.

“...Oops.”

Marc snorts a laugh. It’s ridiculous.

But man does he love you.

Marc puts an arm around you, shaking his head fondly. “Idiot.” He kisses your forehead before deciding to guide traffic by while you clean up the mess.

~***~

“Oh, you’re in for it now, Stevie,” Jake mutters in the reflection of the old clothes-liner pole. “Good god I can’t believe you actually somehow ran over the ONE spot in the yard you weren’t supposed to.”

Steven is frozen. The lawnmower’s off, but he’s frozen.

“Let’s eat healthy, natural food, Steven!”

“Let’s have a food garden, Steven!”

“The food is growing in the garden, Steven! I can’t wait to make a meal out of our own home-grown food!”

Marc frowns at him from the reflection of the fuel gauge of the mower. “...Did you just mow over the fucking garden, Steven?”

“I... I...”

Look, the neighbors have cows, ok? He was mildly distracted for a second. They were at the fence and cows are cute. He was wondering if you could become a cow on occasion. Could you talk to cows?

Fucking stupid cows.

Of course, you heard the sound that was something like a whole tree being crunched underneath of a steamroller as he mowed the net that kept the birds away, destroyed half the garden, and then the engine of the mower popped.

You rush outside, towel in your hands; you were doing dishes, maybe??? “Steven? What happ...” When you see what happened, Steven waits for your disappointment. Instead, you laugh.

“Did you run over the garden?!”

“I-I was looking at the cows...”

At this, you laugh even harder, making him smile a little.

You come out to meet him on the mower. “Need help fixing the mower?”

He leans down to kiss your forehead. “No, I’ve got it. Thanks anyway, birdie.”

You make your way back up to the house. When you turn back, he’s getting off the mower and asking Marc’s advice on how to fix it. “I have to grab the what...? Next to the where...? English terms, Marc, please, I don’t know what you’re saying.”

Man, do you love him.

~***~

Late that night, it’s pouring. You and Steven are laying on your backs, side-by-side in bed, listening as the house groans under the weight of the rainwater. Little buckets are scattered about the room to collect drips from the ceiling.

“Maybe we shouldn’t sleep here,” Steven suggests.

“Yeah... but I’m too lazy to move.”

“Me too.”

You snicker a bit. “Guess it’s a good thing you mowed earlier, huh?”

He snorts. “Yeah.”

You shift. You’ve been wanting to bring something up with him for days. Weeks. And you’re so fucking tired of just.

Waiting.

Why not out of the fucking blue?

“...How many bedrooms do we have?”

Steven thinks for a minute. “Useable ones? Four, including this one. Why? You wanna move to another room?”

“Nah. I wanna start cleaning them up.”

Steven’s confused. “Thought we were leaving them as-is for storage?”

“Just one to start with. Y’know. For future purposes, maybe?”

Steven nearly breaks his neck as he whips his head over to look at you. His voice is barely a whisper, like if he’s too loud you’ll change your mind. “You mean... You wanna start... You wanna start a family?”

You flush, biting your lip. “...Yeah.”

Steven beams and leans over. You’d been using his arm as a pillow, so it’s easy to pull you close so he can kiss all over your face. “I love you, birdie.”

“I love you too.”

Damn is it a good thing he has fast reflexes.

Because the whole fucking ceiling creaks, caves, then bursts.

Rainwater, covered with attic debris, floods the whole room, ruins the bed and everything else, and soaks you both down to the bone.

You’re both shocked, freezing, and spluttering. He threw himself over you, which didn’t save you from the downpour, but he’s the one covered in plaster and drywall, now a paste from getting soaked.

EESH, you really should’ve looked closer at this piece of junk.

Steven’s head falls into the crook of your neck, and at first you think he’s crying because his shoulders are shaking. But then you realize he’s laughing.

“Might wanna fix up the house first, yeah?”

You’re laughing too as you hug him and kiss his cheek, because wow. This piece of junk is somehow your home now. It has memories of exploding bathrooms and crumbling walls and attics flooding to the point of dousing you both in the middle of a moment.

And you both love it.

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MC’s Date With The Brothers Goes Terribly… Then it Starts to Rain.

Side Characters ver.

Hello my dearest degenerates, there’s nothing I love more than ridiculous crack fics, but I wanted to do some fluff, so here we go!

Lucifer

This just had to happen on Lucifer’s one day off… didn’t it? He had the entire day planned out, his brothers would be out doing their own thing, which left him and MC to have the entire day together.

The two of them would have gone to Ristorante 6, watched a movie, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. But no, Lucifer can’t have nice things.

It certainly started off that way, MC and Lucifer held hands as they made their way over to Ristorante 6, and the Avatar of Pride was reminded for the thousandth time exactly why he adored this human so much.

The human was both one of the most stress inducing parts of his life, and one of the few things that made him feel completely at peace. He would move mountains for them if they asked him too…

While Lucifer was in the middle of staring incredibly lovingly at his beloved MC, the human stopped suddenly and pointed ahead of them.

“I think Ristorante 6 may be… closed today.” “What do you mean, MC- oh.”

Apparently, two demons got into a very nasty fight inside, and one slammed the other through a wall. The restaurant was in the middle of scheduling repairs and would be closed until the hole in the wall was fixed. Lucifer developed the tiniest of tics in his right eye, but all MC had to do was squeeze his hand and give him that perfect smile of theirs… *sigh* they were right… there were other good places to eat.

Well, the cafe they wanted to go to was closed that day and they both walked over there for nothing… the second restaurant they went to was full on account of Ristorante 6 closing earlier…

Finally, the two practically trudged to Hell’s Kitchen, but Beel was there an hour earlier and cleared the entire place out…

Lucifer told MC not to fret, they’d just head to the movies and buy some snacks, sure it wasn’t the fancy dinner they planned but… at least it was food.

Oh… the movie they planned on seeing was… not running that night…

“Did you check online before we left?” “…damn.”

Their date was going decidedly terrible, MC and Lucifer were eating movie theatre popcorn outside, in outfits that were way too formal, and were rapidly becoming more and more convinced that the day was just… cursed.

Then… a crack of lightning, then it began to completely pour.

Lucifer winced the moment he heard the lightning, of course… of course it would start to rain… as the rain began to pour down on the two, he simply stared straight ahead, completely and utterly defeated.

The Morning Star, the right hand to the Crown Prince of The Devildom, The Avatar of Pride himself, was defeated by a simple thunderstorm. He took a deep breath in, prepared to shout, scream, throw a tantrum of the highest degree, then just visibly deflated. He turned to MC, who looked just as defeated and drained.

Lucifer wordlessly used his magic to put up a small shield above them, sheltering the two from the torrential downpour.

“You know,” MC mumbled, resting their head against Lucifer’s arm. “The movies make getting caught in the rain seem much more romantic…”

That comment elicited a quiet chuckle from Lucifer as he pulled MC into a hug. The two were already drenched, what did it matter if Lucifer got cheap popcorn butter all over the front of his outfit? Nothing else mattered when he was with the one person in the world who could make his heart swell with this much love and adoration.

“How about we head home, MC? I think I still have some of Barbatos’ cake hidden in the kitchen, we can enjoy that and listen to some music.”

Lucifer felt MC sigh against his front, then look up with that bright sparkling smile that never failed to make him blush.

“I’d like nothing more.”

Mammon

Okay, Mammon had this whole day planned, by the end of it, his human would be swooning! He had gotten paid big bucks from his latest modelling gigs, and he was going to treat MC to a full day with their first man.

First, they were going to spend the morning shopping, then they were going to eat lunch at this new restaurant that had just opened up, after lunch they were going to just kill time until dinner, then eat dinner at Hell’s Kitchen, then they were going to go home, get changed, then head out to The Fall, party, then head home again where MC would most definitely shower the Great Mammon with all the praise and affection he deserved!

Of course, MC would be given all the love and adoration they deserved and more! Mammon’s human was the best, and they deserved the best! The Avatar of Greed was ready!

Or so he thought. The day began with Mammon deciding that he was going to make himself and MC breakfast. It was going fine until Mammon got lost in an intense daydream and by the time he snapped out of it, Beel had eaten the pancake batter and there was no time to make anything else.

Mammon’s surprise breakfast ended up being toast and cut up fruit. It wasn’t so bad, but everyone knows that fruit is very unreliable. Sometimes it’s good… sometimes it’s squishy and unappetizing…

The morning shopping trip was ruined when Mammon went to withdraw money from his account and it turned out that the money from his shoot wasn’t in the account.

Apparently his paycheque was being held back because one of the modelling agencies was being sued.

“…MC?” “Come here, silly.”

After having his face peppered with kisses, Mammon was completely rejuvenated. His human had magic kisses, after all! They never failed to make him feel better!

The two decided that instead of a shopping spree they’d spend a couple hours of window shopping, after that when the two stopped for lunch at the new restaurant. Twenty minutes after eating there, Mammon was dry heaving over a trashcan while MC chugged a bottle of water to try and settle the awful nausea that had completely taken over. Perhaps a bad review would be necessary…

The time that was meant to be spent just wandering around the Devildom was completely ruined when those damn witches showed up! Mammon was not about to forfeit his time with MC to play servant to those three, so he grabbed his human and sprinted away.

That cat and mouse game with the witches lasted for literal hours and ended with Mammon and MC hiding behind a random alley dumpster…

Finally, Hell’s Kitchen, it turned out that they didn’t take too kindly to dine and dashers, so Mammon ended up spending the time he was supposed to be spending eating with MC waiting tables to pay off his tab.

After that, Mammon was too exhausted to even think about partying, so MC suggested that they just head home and watch some fun action movies.

The moment they began their walk home however…

A single drop of water tapped against Mammon’s sunglasses, he looked up and pointed a finger at the sky.

“No.”

Another drop of water hit the rim of his sunglasses.

“No!”

I’m a matter of seconds, it had begun to completely pour, Mammon dug his hands into his hair and shouted in frustration.

“NO! NO! NO! WHY RIGHT NOW?! Why… why right now..?” His outburst had quickly petered out into Mammon physically drooping and quietly taking off his jacket. He held it over MC so they would be spared the brunt of the rain and looked down at his now soaked shoes. “I… I’m sorry… MC…”

“Mammon, what are you sorry for?” MC said gently, lacing their fingers with his.

What kind of a question was that? Mammon had fucked up the date he had planned and made himself look like a complete idiot in front of the one person who showed him any amount of love and affection.

His heart sank as he managed to drag his gaze over to MC. They were worried about an idiot like him… maybe they’d be better off without needing to constantly babysit him…

“Today… everything… I dunno…” Mammon mumbled, MC looped their arms around him, being careful not to drop his jacket onto the wet ground.

“Are you kidding? You planned this entire nice day for the two of us,” when Mammon didn’t respond, MC took on a more firm tone. “Listen, sometimes dates don’t turn out good, that doesn’t mean you have to mope in the rain. Let’s go home, order some food, and watch a movie or some dumb show, whatever makes you happy.”

Though the constant patter of the rain made it difficult to hear, Mammon sniffled and finally returned the hug. His human really was the best.

“You’re too nice to me… ya know that?” Mammon whispered.

MC pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled. “Get used to it, because I don’t plan on stopping.”

Leviathan

Levi had to psyche himself up for months in order to do this… he had seen and swooned over cliche TV show dates thousands of times and now, he wanted to take MC on one.

Simply asking them was a Herculean task all on its own… Levi tried to kabedon them, and failed miserably and ended up head butting MC by accident. The Avatar of Envy could have shrivelled up and died of embarrassment right then and there, but MC let out the sweet laugh that never failed to make Levi’s heart swell. They accepted the date request.

When the day came, the two left the HOL, and Levi began his checklist of things that needed to happen to make this a perfect date. First! Dinner!

Dinner… did not pan out well to say the least. The place they had decided to go to was incredibly crowded and the two of them got seated in just the worst spot. They ended up needing to end their meal early and eat outside because Levi was getting hit with a bad case of sensory overload.

Eating outside wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t for the fact that it was cold and windy as hell… Levi was cold blooded… not figuratively, but mostly literally, he did not do well in overly cold environments. He ended up cuddling closer to MC, which would have been really romantic if he hadn’t accidentally spilled their drink all over them.

Okay… that didn’t turn out good… well, after dinner they were supposed to go do some karaoke! Levi loved karaoke! He could sing something cute and sappy for MC, that was a romance staple!

And the karaoke place was closed for renovations… ugh…

Levi wanted to just go home and abandon the whole date idea, but MC looped their arm around him and pulled him away from the closed karaoke place.

“Remember the arcade we went to a few months ago? I saw it on the way here, let’s go there instead.” “Are you sure you want to keep this date with me going..?” “Positive.”

The arcade was fun until Levi spotted the DDR (Devil Dance Revolution) game that he and MC got the high score on last time. Levi wanted to see what other noobs had tried and failed to beat him and MC.

It turned out… someone beat them…

It seemed like Baphomet and Azazel made a good DDR team because they had managed to knock Levi and MC down to second place by a lot, that wasn’t all, apparently someone was salty after not getting past Levi and MC and put “are dumb” under their names!

Levi was practically frothing at the mouth when he pulled MC to the DDR machine to restore their lost honour. They… did not restore their lost honour. Levi ended up getting so upset he tried to unplug the machine, which somehow ended up permanently freezing the high scores onto the screen. It seemed that the entire Devildom would know that Baphomet and Azazel were better than Levi and MC, and that they were both dumb…

There was still one more thing Levi had planned on doing during his date with MC, he wanted to take them to a cherry blossom tree and suavely kiss them under it. Sadly, there were no cherry blossom trees in the Devildom, but there was a pretty decent substitute that was in bloom during that time of year. Levi and MC made their way to a spot where Levi knew there was a tree, and stood under it.

That was when Levi suddenly realized he had no clue how to be suave and began to stutter-spiral. MC patiently waited for Levi to properly articulate what he wanted to say, when they spotted a unicorn in the distance! MC excitedly pointed it out to Levi, who immediately went pale. Apparently Devildom unicorns are very territorial and very aggressive. They are Satan’s familiar for a reason…

Booking it from a unicorn was not how Levi wanted to end the date… it really wasn’t… but the final straw that broke the camel’s back had arrived in the form of a single raindrop. Then another… then another…

“Levi, please get out of the pond…”

“Leave me, find someone better.”

After the rain had started, Levi had taken off his jacket, handed it to MC, then proceeded to float face down in full demon form in the middle of a pond. The Avatar of Envy was so tired and embarrassed that he just wanted the pond to consume him.

“Levi,” MC tutted. “You’re going to get struck by lightning.”

“Good.”

“Leviathan!”

MC’s sudden shout caused Levi to flail in the water for a brief moment before he was able to use his tail to stabilize himself as managed to tread water.

“Get out of the pond right now! The Lord of Shadows would never abandon Henry like this!”

“The Lord of Shadows is cool, I’m not…” Levi crossed his arms and sunk ever so slightly deeper into the water.

“What the hell are you talking about?” MC asked. “Did we watch the same show? The Lord of Shadows is a huge dork, like you, now get out of the pond so we can go home and not get struck by lightning.”

Defeated by the power of friendship/love/fandom brotherhood, Levi made his way back to shore and was given a quick whack to the back of the head.

“Ow!”

“That’s for being a sulky dummy!” MC then yanked Levi forward by the front of his shirt and kissed him. Levi nearly gasped and began to fanboy right then and there in the middle of the kiss. A rain kiss! A dramatic kiss in the rain! That was one of the best tropes ever! “And that, was for trying to take me on a sweet date.”

“M-marry me…” Levi whispered before he could stop himself. MC giggled and patted one of his now bright red cheeks.

“Maybe someday.”

Satan

Going on fun spontaneous dates really wasn’t Satan’s forte, he preferred a schedule, but both he and MC had the afternoon free and Satan didn’t feel like bumming around at home when the two of them could do that any other day.

Oh-so charmingly taking his beloved MC by the hand and leading them to the nearest cat-cafe was the first thing Satan could think to do. He loves cats, he loves MC, what could possibly ruin a nice afternoon with both?

When the two reached the cafe, they were met with an employee closing the place early, claiming that all the cats had actually gotten adopted and they were waiting for more rescues to come in.

Satan couldn’t decide whether to be upset about the lack of cats, or happy that the cats got adopted into loving homes like they deserved. Satan settled on being aggressively happy.

It was no big deal, there were other things they could do together, like go to a library, or bookstore, or a museum, the possibilities were endless!

Well, it would have been endless if it wasn’t for the world conspiring to make Satan loose his cool. First, the line for his favourite book store was looped around the block because of a new book release. Inconveniencing, sure, but nothing too awful, there was a nice park nearby, the two decided to relax on one of the benches.

Problem number two arose when some idiot threw a Fangol ball a little too far and it ended up hitting Satan, then bouncing off his head and hitting the tree that the bench was under, normally, this would be rude and annoying but nothing that would activate Satan’s volcanic temper, except for the tiny issue that there was a wasp nest in that tree that decided Satan’s drink was enemy #1.

After being stung approximately eight times in the hand, Satan wasn’t doing too good, MC could tell and offered to go to the doctor’s with him. As Satan led them out of the park and towards the sidewalk he assured MC that there was nothing to worry about…

But MC, holder of Satan’s heart, went to go get him ice anyway.

The third and final thing to make Satan blow his top, the rain… the cold… depressing… rain…

“Oh…” MC mumbled as they looked up at the rain, then at Satan, whose hands were balled into fists so tight that his palms began to bleed. “Satan are you-”

Completely silent, Satan strode toward a nearby dumpster and slammed his foot into the metal, sending the entire thing into the back of the dead-end alley. The entire dumpster practically compressed and folded in on itself from the sheer force of the kick.

“Do you want to go home?” MC asked gently, taking a few steps towards him, Satan slowly nodded.

“Y-yes. I think that’d be the smart thing to do.” Satan massaged his forehead and took the ice from MC. “It seems that spontaneity isn’t our strong suit as a couple.”

MC sighed and nodded. “Yeah, we should go back to planning this stuff beforehand, and… you know,” They gestured around the two of them. “check what’s open and what the weather’s going to be before we head out.”

Only MC could soothe Satan’s temper as quickly as it flared up, and MC was getting covered with rainwater. That just wouldn’t do. He turned to MC and offered them his jacket. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

“Isn’t your line supposed to be ‘here, take this, you might catch a cold’?” MC lightly teased as they took the jacket. “Like a classic romantic lead?”

Satan shook his head and laughed softly. “No, that’s a common misconception. You can’t actually get the common cold or flu from being out in the rain. The real danger is hypothermia or frostbite.”

“Ah,” MC looped their arm around Satan’s and held his non swollen hand. “So smart, tell me more about the dangers of hypothermia.”

“Don’t tease, dearest, or I’ll take back my jacket.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had just the most stressful day… and decided that he and his sweet MC just had to go on a nice date together to fix it!

Most dates with Asmo had a sort of three act structure, first they would coordinate their outfits together for the actual date activity, then they’d do whatever they set out to do, then they’d go home and either snuggle, or do the Devil’s tango, whichever MC was feeling up for.

But on this particular day, the three act structure was being ruined. It started with the outfit coordination, somehow everything Asmo had that would match with what MC was wearing was in the laundry, he had to be convinced by MC that this wasn’t that big of a deal and the two of them would look radiant whether they matched or not.

Since that was settled, Asmo and MC made their way to Asmo’s all time favourite spa, which was not closed, no no no, it was actively on fire.

“How… how did this happen?” “Well, there were a lot of candles burning in that place, I guess we’ll just have to save the spa trip for another date.”

Everyone was fine by the way

Oh well, it would take more than a raging inferno to ruin Asmo’s date, he was determined to have a good time, so he cheerily took MC’s hand and led them away from the fire. He also casually mentioned that being so close to danger was a total turn-on.

MC very quickly ended that comment with a kiss, Asmo can’t make inappropriate sex jokes when he’s kissing his favourite person. It was truly a testament to his complete and utter adoration of MC that Asmo was willing to share the top spot of his list of favourite people with them!

While on their merry way to find something else to do, Asmo’s fan club caught wind that he and MC were on a date and decided to make their appearance. Now Asmo’s groupies are normally very sweet, but they can also be incredibly unaware of boundaries.

Everywhere Asmo and MC looked, one or two of Asmo’s fans would be half hiding and half spying on how the date was going. It was common knowledge that Asmo x MC was the OTP of the entire club, and some of the members wanted to get a peak of their ship doing something romantic.

As much as Asmo loved attention, it was getting kind of… creepy. He began to usher MC away from certain areas and tried to find a suitably nice place to get away from prying eyes.

The pair ended up in this absolutely gorgeous public garden that was thankfully quite empty. Though, all it took was one awkward step with the kind of shoes he was wearing and Asmo fell straight into a rose bush.

MC had to quickly get to work kissing Asmo’s cut up face better before he started to cry and ruined his mascara. What was even worse was that the fall messed up Asmo’s shoe and he’d have to walk back to the house like an uncoordinated baby deer.

Everything was fine… just fine… no need to worry… everything was… cloudy…

The moment the first drop of rain landed in front of Asmo he stood completely stiff and still.

“Don’t.” He growled. “I just got my hair fixed.”

The rain didn’t listen, and began pouring down, absolutely drenching Asmo and MC in a matter of minutes. MC tried to pull Asmo towards an alcove or a covered patio so they could call a cab home, but the Avatar of Lust refused to move. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, smiled serenely to himself, then looked back up to the sky and screamed with the hatred of a thousand suns:

“FUCK YOU TOO FATHER!”

It was quite a scene for MC to witness, Asmo rarely fully lost his cool, especially not enough to swear like an ‘uncouth barbarian’, combine that with his running mascara, scratched up face, and dirty clothes, he looked more like a feral movie star that was just rescued from the woods than the solid ten out of ten MC normally knew him as.

“Momo?” MC gently patted his back. “Come on, we should go home.”

Asmo finally turned to look at his sweet MC, the poor thing shouldn’t have seen him act like this… the day had gone completely horribly and he just had to drag MC into this, didn’t he? He felt his heart drop right into his gut as he practically collapsed into his human’s arms.

“Oh MC, I’m so sorry I dragged you out today… we should have just stayed home…”

“Asmo,” MC weighed their options, before settling on just rubbing his back. “There there.”

The awkward sniffling and snorting continued for the next couple of minutes while MC called a ride service to come pick the two of them up.

“Thank you, MC,” Asmo sniffled. “You’re the sweetest thing in the universe…”

“You’re sweet too, Asmo. It’s a shame today didn’t work out.”

“Mhm…”

“We can still save this date, you know? When we get back home we can take a bath and snuggle.”

“That…” Asmo sniffed. “That sounds really nice, MC.”

“Anytime spent with you is nice, Asmo.” MC then rolled their eyes while Asmo giggled. “Man that was corny…”

Beelzebub

Beel had come back from one hell of a Fangol game, and he was in an amazing mood! He wanted to take MC out to celebrate!

Between-meal snacks were packed, and they set off to the carnival. Nothing could beat the nice smell of fried dough, Carmel apples, popcorn, and spending time with MC.

Of course, the food wasn’t the only thing Beel wanted to enjoy with MC, there were rides and games to try while they enjoyed their snacks. First they made their way to the teacup ride.

In theory, having big strong Beel to spin the big wheel in the middle to make the teacup move would be a good thing, but even though it was the first ride, MC had eaten quite a lot of carnival snacks.

Beel only had to spin the centre disc once for the disc to both break and make the teacup to whirl around at a speed that practically threw them into Beel’s side. MC then… well… vomited. Everywhere.

Since Beel accidentally ripped the centre disc off, he couldn’t slow the teacup down manually to stop the puke-tornado, so it took a little while before the ride operator realized that something was wrong and stopped the ride.

The walk off the ride was both embarrassing and completely nauseating, MC needed to stumble to the nearest trashcan and hurl. Beel did his best to comfort his poor human and mumbled quite a lot of apologies.

“I’m sorry MC…” “Beel, it’s okay… I’d uh, kiss you but the… vomit.”

Both Beel and MC decreed that maybe rides weren’t the best idea after that, and went over to check out the carnival games.

After a few unsuccessful tries at a few games, a plushie caught MC’s eye and they were absolutely smitten with it. Beel vowed to win it for them, and lined himself up to try the pitching game.

Well, something good came out of that… Beel threw so fast it may have broken a record, the bad thing was that the ball tore through the tent and caused the whole thing to collapse.

The tent then caught fire after landing on some of the candles that were set up… the plushie went up in flames…

Beel turned to MC, who wordlessly patted him on the back. At… at least they still had their snacks…

As Beel and MC made their way to the exit, a group of kids rushed past the pair, Beel, not wanting to step on or bump into any of them, awkwardly wobbled, then fell and dropped all of his emergency snacks.

And then came the rain…

“Oh…” Beel mumbled as he stared down his spilled food, MC quickly wrapped their arms around him, looking up at him with a half-hearted smile.

“We can buy some more, or wait until we get home, it’s okay, Beel.”

The Avatar of Gluttony slowly nodded, tearing his gaze away from the wasted snacks. Thunder sounded above the two and the cold rain began to beat against them.

When Beel looked down at MC, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, they weren’t upset at him, they weren’t angry… they just wanted to make him feel better… Beel nodded resolutely to himself, he was going to make MC feel better too! He picked MC up bridal-style and began to walk away from the rapidly emptying carnival.

“B-Beel?” MC sputtered.

“Let’s go home, MC, I have cookies hidden in one of the cabinets that we can share.”

MC looked up at their sweet cinnamon roll, then buried their face in his chest. Their shoulders shook slightly as they looped their arms around Beel’s neck.

“M-MC?” Beel asked, he tried to shift MC in his arms to see if they were crying, but MC looked up at him with a sweet smile.

“You’re just the best, Beel. Never forget that.”

Belphegor

The Avatar of Sloth doesn’t exactly “do” traditional dates, but even he could tell that MC wanted to do something a little more exciting than “lay in bed and make out until Belphie falls asleep”.

Since Belphie is a totally wonderful brat boyfriend, he decided to take MC out to the best possible place in the human world for some stargazing… and napping.

He even put together a picnic basket so he and MC could eat while watching the sunset before the stars came out!

The favourite blanket was packed, the picnic basket was ready, and Lucifer gave the two permission to visit the human world for the evening. Belphie took a mental note to avoid doing any pranks for a week as a thank-you to his older brother.

Well, the first problem came when the two spread out the blanket and opened up the basket to find… nothing. Belphie immediately thought that Beel must have eaten their food, but then the memory of the food clearly sitting in the fridge entered his mind. He had forgotten to put the food in the basket… and he was too lazy to check why the basket was so light…

Oh well… no big deal, MC had a big lunch. The second problem came in the form of a swarm of mosquitoes. Gross, bloodsucking mosquitos.

“MC?” “Yeah?” “Did you happen to pack bug spray before I took you out on this surprise picnic?” “No…”

Belphie’s solution was to use his tail to bat the bugs away, but that proved to be quite useless. It didn’t help that while both MC and Belphie were being eaten alive, Belphie would end up accidentally thwacking MC with his tail.

Well, at least the sunset was nice, or it would have been if Belphie hadn’t slept through it by accident.

It was classic Belphie to manage to sleep through anything interesting, and apparently he also missed out on a shooting star which soured his mood even more.

The only little bright spot of the date so far was that MC did say that they wished for something for him on that shooting star… hopefully wish magic might salvage the date…

After being awoken by MC to look up at the sky, the two realized that something was… missing. Where were the stars?

MC and Belphie were laying on their backs facing the clouded over sky when they both had the dawning realization of what was to come.

Rain.

Of course… mosquitoes are extra active and crazy before a storm… that’s why they were coming at them…

Belphie let out a dejected sigh as the first raindrop of many hit the tip of his nose. MC scratched at their arms and began to pack up the blanket into the empty picnic basket. At least the blanket wouldn’t get too wet.

Well, he fucked this up royally. The Avatar of Sloth almost never put any actual work into something that didn’t benefit himself, but MC had managed to make themselves the exception. He wanted to make them happy, he wanted to see that cute little face they made when he’d crack a joke or make a quip about something, but now, lying flat on his back staring up at a coming rainstorm, Belphie had come to the crippling realization that all his work went to waste.

“You know, MC, the outdoors is going to lose my patronage.” Belphie murmured, blinking a few raindrops out of his eyes as the rain began to patter down with more ferocity. “I think the two of us should stick to indoor dates.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” MC sighed as they used the picnic basket as a makeshift umbrella.

“I’m um…” Belphie began, guilt twisting in his gut. “I’m sorry this turned out so shitty.”

“It’s okay, Belphie.” MC pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “If by some miracle the food that was supposed to be in the fridge hasn’t gotten eaten by the time we get back home, we’ll eat a late dinner, cuddle, and then sleep till noon.”

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Henry’s face warmed at Becky’s words. He was honestly still amazed that someone like Dr. Two Brains would go for someone like him even though the man didn’t know the whole truth. Henry was also very nervous about his meeting/date. He never had much luck in the field of romance. Henry briefly recalled the last time he fully went into a relationship back in college only to suffer a tragic heartbreak, something he wasn’t sure he entirely recovered from despite what he tells people. Still, it couldn’t hurt to try again after so long. Besides, this was only talking over drinks. Not a very romantic date but a nice gesture nonetheless. “Thank you for letting me know Miss Boxleitner. Now go on and enjoy the rest of your break. I don’t want you to miss your entire recreation period.” Becky nodded and thanked Henry for talking with her before she headed off. Now Henry was alone in his classroom with only a pestering voice in his head to talk to which had a lot to say this time. “Still doubting yourself even after what that wee lassie told ye? Ye heard what she said. Whiskers has genuine feelings for ye Forget what happened with Chubby Cheeks. It’s time to move on and not care what anyone else has to say.” Henry let out a tired sigh. Hyde did make a good point with his goading yet ironically reassuring statement. He unfortunately still had doubts. “What if nothing comes out this Hyde. What if his feelings about me aren’t entirely genuine. I could be going through another heartbreak all over again.” Hyde let out an annoyed huff. “Look, from what we seen and heard, Whiskers is more upfront and open about his emotions than Lanyon ever was. If he wasn’t serious, then he wouldn’t have asked ye out and picked some other random person. Besides it's just a first date, ye don’t have to pour out ye heart to him immediately.” Henry was surprised by Hyde’s words. “That was really touching, Thank ye.” Henry responded. Edward Hyde looked offended. “Oi I only told you that to keep so ye won’t be too distracted for me test Friday evening. Ah have to be in top shape to impress the other villains.” The man scoffed. Henry merely rolled his eyes and gave a light chuckle at Hyde’s attempts to maintain his “evil” persona. Hyde glared at Henry but said nothing. Finally the school day ended much to Henry’s relief. He took Becky’s advice and was able to convince Scoops not to pursue the story about his “meeting” with Dr. Two Brains on Friday. Soon, Henry arrived back at his apartment and spent the afternoon listening to his daughter talk about her day at school. Amber told him about what she learned and showed him some of the stuff she created at school. Afterwards, Henry did some paperwork to prepare for tomorrow and next week’s lessons because Hyde wanted to use tonight to prepare for his upcoming scheme. This surprised Henry as Edward was usually known to act before thinking. This time it was apparent that the blonde man was determined to join the EVA and become a full time villain. Hyde didn’t want anything to screw up at his tryout. It was dinner time when the topic of Henry’s “meeting” seemed to spring up again. “Daddy, can we go to the park on Friday after you get off from work?” Amber asked in a sweet tone. “I’m sorry pup. Daddy and Edward have big plans for Friday.” Henry answered with a sad smile. “We can go to the park on Saturday instead. How’s that sound?” Amber pouted but ultimately nodded. “Alright. What are you and other daddy doing on Friday anyway?” Amber asked her father. Henry’s face flushed with embarrassment. He wasn’t sure how to gently explain his “meeting” with Dr. Two Brains to a five year old child. “Well Amber, on Friday ah plan to meet with the parent of a student for drinks to discuss things. In the evening, Hyde is going to try out to join a unique group of people.” Amber stared at her father as she seemed to process his answer. “Alright. So you’re going on a date then.” Amber casually said aloud.  @unhingedexperimenter

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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[arahxdjarin]

Valentine's Day Delight

A part of The Bet universe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Frankie 'catfish" Morales x fem!reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Tags: multiple orgasms, Frankie is a pleasure dom (change my mind) ass play, praise kink, degradation kink, slipping into sub space, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected PIV sex, over stimulation, vibrators, butt plugs. a bit of fluff at the very end CW: food mentions

Notes: Hi besties!! This is pure filth, ummm anyways Happy early Valentine's Day!! Unbeta'd pls look the other way if you find errors lol ily <3 and enjoy !!!!

You and Frankie have been… seeing each other close to seven months now, in reality the two of you have been fucking for seven months. It’s been a friends with benefits kind of relationship that started when you bet that he couldn’t stay sober for longer than a week, the prize, well the prize was sex. Things have been good since then, he’s given up the hard drugs, he still drinks but it’s in moderation now. The boys have been fairly accepting of the new dynamic between the two of you. They still make fun of the both of you at every chance but Benny has stopped glaring at Frankie whenever his hands are on you and honestly, you’ll take that as a win. The fact of the matter is, the two of you haven’t labeled things, it’s all been very natural. Sure the two of you spend every waking moment together and neither of you have sought out the company or attention of others since that night all those months ago, but things are good, it all makes sense. Frankie is your friend and also the guy who fucks you senseless most nights but you guys are just friends.

That was until he had to go and ask you out to dinner on February 14th. Neither of you made a big deal about the plans at first, it wasn’t the first time that Frankie has taken you out on what other people may consider a date, but then Pope went and opened his giant fucking mouth, letting it slip that Frankie had a whole thing planned. Apparently he’s taking you to a steakhouse and he even got you a present. So here you are now at 5:30 pm on the 14th of fucking February, standing in front of your mirror, trying on every single dress you own. Benny is laying sideways on your bed, bored out of his mind probably. He initially came over to “help you decide on an outfit” but he’s only let out a grunt of approval at the last 3 dresses you’ve shown him.

“Gump, come on, just pick one already! You’ve tried that dress on twice already!” Benny kicks his feet on the side of your bed as he lets his complaint be heard. You look at yourself in the mirror again, you have a little black dress on, its nice but is it ‘steakhouse on Valentine’s day with your fuck buddy who may want something more from you now’ date worthy? You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard but you also don’t want it to look like you aren’t trying at all.

“Benny, if you aren’t going to be helpful, I swear to God I’ll haul you out of my house by your ear and lock you outside, again.” Benny sits up for the first time in 45 minutes and looks you over. You’ve already got a light dusting of makeup on and all you need to do is decide on an outfit for the night. He frowns for a second and you watch as his cheeks and the tips of his ears go red.

“It pains me to my core to say this but you look hot. ‘Fish isn’t gonna be able to keep his dirty fucking hands off you. And I like this one more than the other 6 bajillion you’ve tried so far.” You stifle a laugh at how uncomfortable he looks as he says the words. You spin back around to look in the mirror, the dress is hot, a bit low cut but not scandalous and it has a slit that goes up the entire length of your upper thigh. Benny’s right, Frankie won’t be able to keep his dirty fucking hands off you.

“See? Did that kill you? Okay, so the outfit is decided. Now you just need to help me pick out jewelry and shoes.” Benny lets out another loud groan and flops himself back against your bed.

***

You didn’t subject Benny to too much more outfit planning and he left your apartment 20 minutes ago looking like a broken man who never wants to see another dress or earring again in his life. So now you’re left to pace until Frankie comes to pick you up. Thankfully he doesn’t leave you to pace for too long, he shows up 5 minutes early which is a bit out of the ordinary for him. You wring your hands together as you walk to your front door, you take one last deep breath before you unlock the door and come face to face with Frankie. He’s leaning one hand against the brick of your porch and the other behind his back. Your eyes widen when you realize he’s cleaned up his beard, combed his hair back and is even wearing a gray button down dress shirt. He fixes his posture when your eyes meet his and his wide eyes mirror your own. Suddenly a bouquet of flowers is thrusted into your chest and you drop eye contact to look at them, a soft smile spreads on your face as you take in the sparse roses, they look a bit wilted, like he stopped at the grocery store on his way here and picked up whatever flowers were left in the floral department. You hug them close to your chest nonetheless, it’s the thought that counts anyways.

“Let me go put these in some water and then we can head out.” you turn and head towards your kitchen, Frankie follows closely behind you.

“Here, the guy I bought them from gave me this.” Frankie holds out a packet as he talks, you grab it from him and look at the writing on the front, it says ‘flower food’ in big bolded letters.

“The guy you bought them from?” Curiosity fills your tone and you quirk an eyebrow at him as you fill a vase with water before opening the small packet and dumping the contents into the vase, stirring it with the stem of the bouquet.

“Yeah, I saw him at a stop light on my way here. I forgot flowers are kind of a part of this.” Frankie rubs the back of his neck and looks down at the vase. Frankie may be very good at sex, very, very good but you forget that he isn’t as experienced with dates and the thought of him hastily buying roses from some guy at a stoplight both warms your heart and makes you want to fall over with laughter.

“Frankie, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were just trying to get into my panties.” You gasp playfully and bat at his chest with your hand, Frankie’s demeanor changes from embarrassed to smooth womanizer quickly.

“Well Princess, is it working?” He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“I wouldn’t know. I never wear panties.” You whisper the words against his lips and dart away from him before he can wrap you up in a heavy kiss. Frankie’s groan mixes with your laughter as the two of you head towards the front door. Frankie closes and locks your door with his copy of the key before turning and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. The two of you walk side by side out to his new truck and he stops at the passenger side door to open it for you. It’s a habit he’s carried with him since the beginning of your little arrangement, he opens all doors for you, he’ll even run ahead to make sure he reaches the car before you.

The drive to the restaurant is quiet, Frankie keeps his hand on your upper thigh for most of the way and you have to fight your hips from bucking up to get him to move his fingers just a bit higher. Frankie parks in the busy parking lot and jogs around the front of the truck to open your door for you. His arm snakes around your waist and you make your way into the crowded restaurant. He opens the restaurant door, the two of you walk up to the host podium and are greeted by a younger man who looks overwhelmed.

“Uh hi, I’ve got a reservation for two under the last name Morales.” Frankie leans on the podium a bit and trails his fingers up and down your arm mindlessly.

“Oh yeah, you called a couple days ago and changed the reservation to a party of five. right?” The overwhelmed worker looks up at Frankie with wide hesitant eyes, Frankie narrows his eyes and opens his mouth to reply but the host cuts him off.

“It’s probably a mistake, today has been a bit hectic, I’m so sorry about that. Let me lead you to your table.” He scrambles to grab menus and silverware and Frankie grabs your hand as you trail behind him to your table.

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” Frankie mumbles under his breath and you lean over his shoulder to see Santi, Will and Benny sitting at a large half circle booth with a bottle of wine in the middle of them. The host stops at the table and fidgets nervously as you and Frankie stop to gawk at the three men, dressed up and obviously already a bit tipsy off the wine.

“‘Fish! Gump! Finally you guys made it!” Santi laughs as he leans forward on the table. Frankie turns to the host.

“Party of five huh?” The host looks like he’s about to cry so you place a hand on Frankie’s shoulder and smile at the young man.

“Thank you so much, I hope your night gets better.” You rub Frankie’s shoulder as you speak directly to the host. He stumbles away and your smile drops to a death glare as you turn your attention back to the dumbasses sitting at the table in front of you.

“What? Are you guys just gonna stand around or are ya gonna join us?” Will pats the spot next to him, they’ve positioned themselves perfectly so you and Frankie will have to sit on opposite sides of the round booth. You look up at Frankie and watch as his jaw ticks. His tongue rolls out to wet his bottom lip and you know he’s moments away from losing it. You lean into Frankie’s ear and he tilts his head down to hear you better.

“What do you want to do? We could just turn around and leave.” Frankie turns his head to look into your eyes, you can see the rage stirring behind them and he thinks over the options for a second before nuzzling his lips close to your ear to reply.

“They’re just being dickheads. Let’s stay and make them uncomfortable. Plus I was really looking forward to having a steak before some dessert.” He pulls back and says the last sentence loud enough for half the restaurant to hear. You smirk up at him and place a soft kiss on his lips before sliding into the booth next to Will. Frankie takes up the space next to Santi and you and Frankie look into each other's eyes with a small knowing smile on your lips.

“Well there goes my plans for accidentally dropping my fork and sucking your dick under the table. Sorry.” You grab the bottle of wine and pour yourself a glass as your three date crashers all sputter and cough. Frankie keeps his eyes focused on you, a devious look replaces the rage in his eyes.

“I’m sure you could still do it Princess. They won’t mind much.” Frankie holds your eye contact and cocks his head towards his bestfriends.

“I mind! I would mind very much.” Benny’s recovered from choking on his bite of complimentary bread and speaks up. Frankie ticks his jaw again and turns his attention to Santi.

“Why the fuck are you guys here?” You rest your cheek on your hand as Frankie asks the question on your mind as well. All three of them smirk and look around a bit before Will finally sighs and speaks up.

“Pope suggested it, he thought it would be funny and he promised me a free steak.” Santi shoots a glare in Will’s direction. Frankie claps a hand on Santi’s shoulder and starts squeezing. Santi grimaces in pain and finally starts talking.

“Both of you were so fucking nervous. I thought we could be a buffer.” Santi says like that was the only logical option to your nerves. Frankie lets his shoulder go and sighs loudly. You turn to look at Benny who’s now looking at his hands with a stupid fucking smile on his face.

“Benny you fuckhead. What, did you leave my apartment and then come right over here or something?” Benny looks up and you almost laugh at his surprised expression but then you remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. He opens his mouth to speak but you raise a hand and cut them all off.

“I love you guys, so much, but if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I will kick you in the nuts so fucking hard you’ll be able to taste your own come in the back of your throat for the next 10 years. Do you understand me?” You look each of the guys in the face as you speak. Their eyes go wide, like they’re truly scared of you and they all nod. Frankie and you both stand up to let them out of the booth.

“I just wanted a free goddamned steak.” Will mutters as he stands but the look on your face makes him cup his hands in front of his crotch as he walks towards the exit. Benny stops for a second to speak but just nods his head when Frankie gives him a hard glare. Santi follows closely behind the two brothers but you grab his arm to stop him. You hold a hand out and he looks down at it confused.

“What?” He says and goes to high five you but you pull your hand away and smack him against the bicep.

“Give me the cash in your wallet, asswipe.” Santi scoffs at your demand but rolls his eyes and pulls out his wallet anyways. He puts a crisp one hundred dollar bill into your waiting hand and grumbles as he turns away to walk out of the building. You and Frankie take your seats again and you reach for the wine bottle while Frankie takes the three abandoned glasses and dumps them all into his empty glass.

“Why’d you shake Pope down for cash?” Frankie breaks the silence and the two of you look at each other before erupting into laughter.

“Least he could do is pay for the shitty bottle of wine he ordered and our tip.” Frankie holds his wine glass up as a toast and you clink your own against his. The waiter walks up in that moment and you’re finally brought back to the real world, the massive speed bump in your night is in the past and now you get to spend the night with the only person you want to spend it with.

You make small talk, compliment the food, talk about your respective days and send each other suggestive eyes for the entire dinner. Frankie stops drinking after his second glass of wine and both of you politely turn down dessert when the waiter offers and now you’re trying to match Frankie’s long strides to cross the parking lot back to the truck. He opens the door for you again and leans inside to place a long, meaningful kiss to your lips before pulling away and closing the door for you. You’re trying not to squirm in your seat as Frankie’s palm works its way up your thigh rubbing small circles into the sensitive skin as he drives you back to your apartment.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier but you look absolutely gorgeous tonight Princess.” Frankie looks away from the road to give you a once over, you can’t help the heat that creeps up your neck as he pins you under his stare. You can’t manage a reply, your words are caught in your throat as you realize tonight has absolutely shifted your relationship with Frankie and you’re not sure how that makes you feel. You muster a soft smile and turn your head to look out the window instead, Frankie squeezes your thigh and focuses his attention back on the road. His fingers shift higher and his pinky brushes against your bare cunt, you whip your head around to look at him but he has his eyes glued on the road in front of him with a ghost of a smirk on his lips. His pinky continues to slowly rub on your outer lip, and you let out a whisper of a moan. Frankie pulls his hand away and you start to pout until you realize he’s pulling into the parking lot of your apartment. Frankie works his way out of the truck quickly and comes to your side to open the door and help you down from your seat before he turns and grabs a small duffle bag out of the backseat. He stands in front of you and motions for you to walk in front of him. You gather your scattered thoughts and start to move towards your door. You’re so consumed with Frankie’s close proximity that you fumble with the key for a second before you finally get it in the lock. Frankie reaches a hand up to push the door open and you stumble through the doorway.

You drop your purse and keys and immediately turn around to face Frankie, he’s staring at you with a devilish look on his face, he walks past you leaving a kiss on your temple before stopping at the dining room table to open the duffle bag. You try to peek over his shoulder to see what he’s pulling out but you can’t see much, Frankie faces you with two wrapped presents in his hands.

“For you Princess, open the bigger one first.” He places the presents in your hands and your heart beats in your throat as you walk towards the table to set them down, your hands work to undo the bow and the wrapping paper on the larger box and you turn your head to look at Frankie. He smirks and nods his head towards the box so you refocus your attention to opening the present and you pull away the tissue paper to reveal a beautiful lingerie set. It’s a deep red color, almost black, the fabric is made of intricate lace work, the bra piece is flimsy and small but the thick metal rings on the front and back catch your attention. You move the top out of the way to look at the panties, they’re also made out of lace but the thing that catches your attention is the fact that they’re completely crotch-less.

“Frankie, this is beautiful, thank you.” You run your hands over the lace as you turn your head to look at him, he lowers his head to place a gentle kiss to your lips. Frankie pulls away quickly but you lean forward, chasing his lips for another kiss. He brushes against you and stays there for a moment.

“Open the other box for me.” He says the words against your lips and takes a step back, folding his arms over his chest to watch as you open the other gift sitting on the table. You bite your lip as you tear away the paper on the second box, excited to see what this gift could be. You open the box to find a little velvet bag, you undo the small knot and reach inside. Your fingers freeze as you come in contact with cool metal. A wide smile breaks out across your face and you slowly look up to meet Frankie’s eyes as you pull the toy out of the small bag. Frankie licks his lower lip as you stand in front of him holding a medium sized butt plug. You look away from him to the plug sitting in your hand and you take in the cute heart shaped jewel on the end of it.

“You’re getting pretty bold Mr. Morales.” You hang the plug between your forefinger and middle finger as you take a step towards the man standing in front of you. His arms drop to your waist to pull you flush against his chest and his fingers dig into your hips as he turns his head to look at the toy in your hand.

“I vividly remember you saying my Valentine’s day gift from you was going to be playing with that cute ass of yours.” His fingers drag the fabric of your dress up over your hips exposing your bare ass to the cool air.

“That was a joke.” You bite back a laugh as you try to hold his intense eye contact. Frankie moves his hands away from your waist and your dress flows back over your hips. His hand comes up to grab your chin and he tilts your head back until you’re forced to stare at the ceiling, he presses his lips against your neck, right below your ear.

“Was it?” Frankie’s raspy voice sends a jolt of pleasure through your body and he drags his lips across your throat as he holds you in place.

“Go put on the lingerie and put the plug in. I want you waiting on your hands and knees for me Princess.�� Your breath catches in your throat and Frankie takes a step back. You suddenly feel unstable on your feet as Frankie reaches past you to grab the lingerie set. He places it in your hands and stares as you clutch the fabric in your hands and pass him on shaky legs. You walk down the hallway to your bedroom and drop your presents on your bed. You take a deep breath and start to strip out of your clothing. You put on the lingerie and look in the mirror, the lingerie makes you feel powerful and sexy and it gives you the confidence to grab the lube bottle in your nightstand to get the plug situated. You put a generous pump of lube on the plug and then lean forward on your bed. You spread the lube around your ass and push the plug forward, there’s a bit of resistance but you continue to work the plug in and out of your ass. You look back to see Frankie standing in the doorway, watching you work your ass open to place the plug. Once the plug is finally inside you, you let out a little groan. You’ve never had something so large in your ass, there’s a bit of discomfort at first but your body adjusts to it quickly. You stand up to look at Frankie, and he nods towards the bed. You climb up and lower yourself down onto your elbows, letting your ass hang in the air. Frankie finally steps into the room with the duffle bag in tow. You grip the sheets as he opens the bag again and pulls out two different vibrators. He sets the vibrators down next to your head and walks to the end of the bed to look at you perched with your ass up in the air for him. Heat floods your cheeks as you realize how compromising this position is and how much you’re aching with anticipation to see what he’ll do next. He stays behind you in silence for a long moment before you finally feel the bed dip.

“You’ll do anything for me won’t you? You’re such a good girl, and you know what good girls get right?” Frankie’s hands startle you as they spread out against the back of your thighs. You bite your lip and wiggle your hips back. He’s so close to touching your cunt, just barely brushing against your parted lips.

“They get orgasms.” You gasp the words out as Frankie finally drags a finger through your folds. Frankie is what people may consider a pleasure dom, he gets off on getting you off, but it’s more than that. He likes seeing the way you struggle to get away from the stimulation, he likes hearing your whimpers when everything is so sensitive. He likes pushing your limits and seeing how many orgasms he can draw out of you before you tap out and use your established safe word.

“That’s right Princess, and I think I owe you a couple for how good you’ve been. How many do you think is fair?” His finger plunges into you and you rock forward on the mattress. Your grip on the sheets tighten and you let out a soft moan when his thumb comes up to press against the jewel of the plug inside of you.

“Three, I think three is fair.” You speak right as Frankie adds a second finger inside of you and speeds up. Your moans grow louder when he reaches for the wireless vibrator next to you.

“Six it is.” Frankie turns the vibrator on and presses it against your clit while his fingers thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. The excitement and anticipation from waiting for this moment have you teetering on your first orgasm already. You rock your hips back against his hand, trying to get as much friction as possible and you press your face against the mattress and moan loudly as he presses his fingers against your walls to make the plug inside of you rock back and forth. You let out a string of praise mixed with his name as your first orgasm rocks through your body, your cunt pulses around Frankie’s fingers and you try to wiggle away from the stimulation of the vibrator. Frankie seems to be in a good mood tonight because he turns the vibrator off and places it back by your head as he pulls his fingers out of you. He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your back and you realize at some point he took off his pants and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He’s kneeling between your legs with the fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his chin is tilted up and his eyes are closed as he sucks his fingers clean. He lets out a soft hum as his fingers leave his mouth and then he dips his head down to press a kiss to the middle of your stomach.

“I want to see how many times you can come on my tongue.” Frankie mumbles the words against your skin as he drags his lips across your belly until he’s settled between your open thighs. You prop yourself up on your elbows and hold eye contact with him as his mouth attaches itself to your clit. Your legs shake from how sensitive you still are from your first orgasm but you bite your lip to stay focused on the gorgeous man between your thighs. His hands roam your body and his fingers reach up to grip your chest, pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of the lingerie. His brown eyes hold yours captive as he expertly works his tongue against you. Your hips jerk as he focuses all of his attention on your already sensitive clit. Frankie moves his hand away from your chest to interlock your fingers together as his other hand works itself between your thighs to thrust the butt plug in and out of you gently. The new sensation makes you drop against the mattress and pant, you’ve never tried anal like this before and you had no idea it could be this pleasurable, the drag of the warm metal inside of you coupled with Frankie’s tongue is causing your mind to spin.

“Frankie just like that, don’t stop, please.” Frankie continues working you closer to another orgasm and you let your body go limp, letting go of all the stress in your body as you let him toy with you to his heart’s desire. He brings your interlocked fingers up to your lower stomach and presses down, adding more pressure to your already growing orgasm. You let out a choked gasp as you fall head first into your climax, your body jerks and writhes against the sheets while Frankie keeps a steady pace with his tongue and the thrusts of the plug. You clamp your thighs around his head as your orgasm recedes, but he completely ignores your efforts to get away from him and places the plug back inside your body, speeding up the pace of his tongue. He drops your hand and reaches for the large vibrator, pulling his face away from you for a mere second but you take that time to regroup your thoughts. You need to get through four more orgasms, of course the option of using the safe word is always there but you like proving to yourself and Frankie that you can do it. It’s a sense of accomplishment whenever you’re able to hold out until the end.

Frankie looks up at you with a curious expression, his way of silently checking in to make sure you’re doing okay. You give him a small nod and watch as his head dips back between your thighs. He teases your entrance with the vibrator, going slow and only thrusting it in an inch at a time, he goes just a bit deeper with each thrust until it’s seated deeply inside of you. He turns it onto the lowest setting and goes back to sucking on your clit. You can’t help the way your legs jerk from the stimulation of both the toys and his mouth. You let out a low whine as he turns it up a notch and you try to focus on your breathing while his mouth roams over you. Frankie watches you twitch and moan from the combination of all the pleasure he’s bringing you. He goes back to attentively sucking on your clit and turns the vibrator up to full speed, you let out a small yelp as the vibrator moves inside of you. The vibrations are causing the plug to bounce around inside of you and it’s getting to be a bit too much, the feeling of fullness is teetering on pain.

“Frankie! Pull the plug out please, it’s too much.” You can feel the tears forming in your eyes, Frankie turns the vibrator off immediately and pulls back. He starts to assure you that it’s okay and places his large hand on your stomach, rubbing gentle circles into the skin there. He reaches for the plug and slowly pulls it out of your body. You immediately relax as your asshole readjusts to being empty. He leans over you and places the plug on your nightstand before kissing your cheek.

“Are you okay Princess, do you want to continue?” It never ceases to surprise you how Frankie can go from totally in control, cold and reserved to caring and attentive in the matter of seconds when it comes to you. You give a little nod but Frankie stays at eye level with you, searching your face.

“Use your words please. I need to hear you say you’re okay.” Frankie caresses your face and places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Please keep going Frankie, the vibrator and the plug were just starting to hurt. It was just a little too much.” Frankie captures your lips in a long, heated kiss. He nips at your neck before moving down your body and taking up his spot between your thighs again. The two of you hold eye contact for a long moment before he speaks again.

“You look so beautiful all fucked out with your makeup running down your face.” You’re sure your mascara and eyeliner look a mess but he loves it, it’s more physical proof that he’s able to leave you completely shattered and wrecked, in the best way possible. He turns the vibrator back on high and places his tongue back on your clit. You buck your hips up and clench around the vibrator wishing it was Frankie’s cock instead. A layer of sweat has broken out on your skin and you feel unbelievably hot. You reach your shaky hands up to pull the lingerie off your chest, suddenly feeling extremely constricted. Frankie moves his head along with your movement not even bothered by you squirming to get yourself free from the restrictive bra. Your back falls back against the bed and you throw the top on the floor unceremoniously, making a mental note to pick it up at the end of the night. Your third orgasm rips through your body with no warning and you let out a loud whine as your body once again pulses with pleasure. This one was nowhere near as powerful as the first two but it still leaves you panting and pleading for Frankie to leave your poor abused cunt alone.

Frankie looks up again to see if your words are serious or just a jumbled mess of post orgasm pleading. Your half-lidded eyes and blissed out face tells him all he needs to know and he goes back to nudging at your clit with his nose. He pulls the vibrator out of you and replaces it with his tongue. He thrusts his tongue in and out of you and roams over you, making a point to avoid your clit with every pass. You know he’s giving you a break while still teasing you to leave you a whimpering mess against the sheets. Once your breathing evens out slightly he immediately moves back to your clit, sucking on it gently as his fingers massage your entrance.

“Please Frankie, I just want you inside of you.” You cry out and grip his hair. trying to tug him upwards but he easily knocks your hands away from his head. He places an open mouthed kiss to your clit before he pulls away.

“Soon Princess, I think you can give me one more. You can give me another orgasm can’t you, sweet girl?” Frankie’s soothing voice calms your exhausted body and you nod your head.

Frankie scatters a few kisses across your hips before he goes back to assaulting your clit. Your body is so hot, your skin feels like it's on fire but you’re not at your limit yet, you know you can hold out for longer. You just need to focus on Frankie and the way his hand is rubbing gentle circles into your hip bones and how safe he makes you feel. Your mind starts to slip into that warm place and you relax as Frankie works to draw a fourth orgasm out of you. He slips two fingers inside of you and works them at a languid, steady pace. The pressure of his tongue stays light and consistent. He knows your body, he knows how much you can take before you break and he’s making sure to keep riding that edge of complete bliss and total panic. You feel the heat rising in your stomach again and you arch your back as Frankie’s fingers rub against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You feel more tears escape your eyes as you silently scream while your fourth orgasm flows through your body. Your feet kick out against the bed as Frankie works you through your pleasure. Once you rest against the bed again he pulls away from you and starts to rub your thighs.

“You’re doing so good Princess. That’s my girl, I’m so proud of you baby.” Frankie’s strong hands rub away all the tension in your legs and he works his way up and down both of your legs continuing to praise you on how amazing you are and how well you’re doing. A wave of energy over takes you and you sit up to drag Frankie to your lips, pulling his dress shirt away from his shoulders. He holds your head as you work to get his boxers off his body. He presses his tongue into your mouth and pulls you onto his lap, holding your face to his with a hand on the back of your neck. You wrap your arms around him and straddle his thighs, pulling his chest flush against yours as the two of you fight for dominance in your kiss.

“Do you want to sit on my cock?” Frankie presses his forehead against yours and you nod quickly, you’ve been waiting the whole night to have him inside of you. Toys, his fingers and his tongue are all amazing but nothing will ever compare to the feeling of him inside of you. The groans and moans he makes when you clench around him or all the dirty things he whispers in your ear about how tight you are, how warm you feel or how you were made for him, nothing will ever compare. Frankie holds your hips up as you reach between your bodies to guide his cock to your entrance. You sink down on it and both of you let out loud groans from the feeling. You’ve ridden him so many times over the months but you’ll never get used to that initial contact, no matter how many times you two fuck, you always forget how fucking massive he is. You seat yourself on his cock and rest there for a moment, trying to catch your breath. Frankie holds your hips and grinds you back and forth on his lap. Your head lolls back and you let Frankie manipulate your body on top of him. You’re far too exhausted to put too much work in, which Frankie seems fine with because he lays back on the mattress and thrusts upwards into you. You brace yourself on his chest and try to sloppily match his thrusts.

“You look like a fucking mess Princess. My pretty little mess, all because I ruined you.” You let out a loud moan from his degrading words, they do something to you, you love his praise and how gentle and kind he can be but something about his harsh words… they leave you wanting more.

“Yours. Frankie. I’m yours aren’t I?” You match his energy and meet his eyes as you pick up your pace, bouncing on his cock at a faster pace.

“Only mine.” Frankie’s hands leave your hips to grip your head, he brings you down to kiss you, crushing his lips against you. He bites your lower lip and you clench around him causing him to groan into your open mouth.

“Are you going to come for me then Frankie? Are you going to come for your Princess?” You dig your fingers into his chest and whisper the words against him, moving your lips down to suck on the sweaty skin of his throat. Frankie tangles one of his hands in your hair and holds you to his throat while his other one snakes between your bodies to rub against your clit. The position can’t be comfortable for him but he’s so lost in both of your pleasure you’re not sure he even notices.

“We come together. I know you have to be close. You’ve been waiting for me to be inside of your needy pussy all night long haven't you?” You bite down hard on his throat, knowing it’ll leave a mark by the way he lets out a pained groan. He shifts his hips and fucks into you at a brutal pace that has you squeezing your thighs against him to make sure he doesn’t buck you off.

“What can I say Frankie, I know what I want. Can’t blame me for that.” You whisper the words and your voice gets more breathy with each word. You’re right on the edge and you know he is too. Frankie tugs your hair, forcing your head away from his throat and he pulls you against his lips. His thumb speeds up on your clit and your back arches into him as you try to keep up with his brutal pace. You swallow every sound he makes as the two of you let your tongues dance over each other.

“Come for me Princess, give me one more baby.” Frankie’s permission breaks something in you and you let out a pained moan as your fifth orgasm of the night tears through you. Your fingers dig into his skin and his hips stutter as he reaches his peak too. The two of you stay locked in a kiss as both of you ride out your highs. Frankie thrusts up into you lazily, and you collapse onto his chest, panting for air. Your body is too sensitive, everything feels like too much. Frankie pulls out of you as slowly as possible but you still whimper as he drags against your abuse entrance. He moves your body until you’re lying against the mattress and he’s settled above you. He places a soft kiss on your temple before rolling off the bed. He disappears into the en suite and you hear water running. He comes back with a cup of water and one of your washcloths.

Frankie sits on the side of the bed and helps you sit up. He places the water in your hand and then focuses his attention between your thighs. He pulls the bottom of the lingerie down your legs and you wiggle your hips to help as much as possible, he takes the washcloth and gently wipes away your come and his and the leftover lube from the beginning of the night. He stands from the bed and collects the toys and the washcloth and disappears into the bathroom again. You stay on the bed and sip your water, watching as Frankie’s nude body comes back into view. You rake your eyes over his body as he picks up your dress from dinner, the lingerie and his clothes and sets them in the clothing hamper. Frankie finally turns back towards the bed and hauls you out of the bed to pull the top blanket that’s been thoroughly ruined from tonight’s activities. He throws that into the hamper too and pulls back the sheets before helping you lay down. He turns off the light and then settles himself in the bed next to you.

“That was only five orgasms by the way.” He says as he pulls you against his chest, running his fingers up and down your back in a soothing way.

“Whatever Morales. Give me the sixth one in the morning.” You grumble the words out and snuggle further into his chest. Frankie lets out a soft laugh and kisses your hair. He freezes for a moment and clears his throat nervously.

“You know I was thinking, maybe we should find an apartment together. I know your lease is up soon and if I don’t get out of Santi’s house soon I might murder him.” You freeze for a moment and try to work through what he just said, you can feel his heart pounding underneath you. Your relationship with Frankie is shifting, but you come to the realization that you want nothing more than to share more of your life with him, you know what you want and you can’t blame yourself for wanting him. You push yourself up and find his lips in the dark.

“Sounds like a plan, baby. Can’t have you murdering Santi, I like him sometimes.” You mumble the words against his lips and he laughs again before kissing you back.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” Frankie presses another soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and you settle back against his chest with a large smile on your face. Frankie is more than just your fuck buddy, he’s more than a guy you lost a bet to, he’s the person you want to build a life with.

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My Brightest Star

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2708

Warning: ANGST and fluff

A/N: This is my longest work. Please leave comments. Ask, submissions and requests are open.

A week, that’s how long has passed since Bucky’s world felt apart. He should have known, his whole life has been full of tragedy, one after the other. He had 7 years of happiness and peace, he will have to come to terms with the fact that maybe those years would be the only ones in his long and sad life that he would known what real and complete happiness really is.

He met you 7 years ago in a coffee shop, you accidentally tripped and spilled all your coffee in him. You apologized over and over again, Bucky couldn’t care less about the hot drink splatted all over his body, he was so enthralled over the beautiful woman standing in front of him, for years he thought that he would never get love, but you managed to prove him wrong. He claims that it was love at first sight, he simply knew that you were his soul mate.  

After the incident, you bought his coffee as a symbol of forgiveness, though he really didn’t care. You exchanged names and phone numbers. Just a few hours later you received a massage from Bucky, inviting you to go for dinner the next day. Soon, one date turn to seeing each other every time you could. You felt for him, and hard. Eventually you met all of his friends, you became a great friend with Wanda and Nat. They would invite you to all the girl nights they had. You got along with Sam, always joking around and making pranks, same with Tony. You also became best friend with Steve, you had a strong relationship with him besides yours with Bucky. You too were like siblings, he always claimed that you were his little sister, and warned Bucky never harm you, or he would have to face the consequences.

Nobody was surprise nor bother when you moved to the compound with Bucky. Everyone was super exited to have you closer, that made Bucky a bit jealous.

You and Bucky were attached to the hip. One year into your relationship, he knew that he was going to marry you, you were going to be the mother of his children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You were the one, so he asked you to marry him.

It was so beautiful, he took you on a trip to the museum, your favorite place to spend the time. When you were in the sculptures room the kneeled and said; “YN, since the moment I saw you I knew that you were the one, I knew that I was going to marry you, and all you have done is prove me right. You are the love of my life, my partner, my best friend I can no longer imagine a future in which you are not in it, because YOU are my FUTURE. You have been the light at the end of the tunnel, you have brought me happiness, love I thought I no longer deserved after all the awful things I had done, you helped name realized who the real James Buchanan Barnes is, and who I want him to be. I want to be your husband because I love you so much. You are my entire world YN. So, would you marry me?”

At the end of his speech both of you had tears in your checks, you throw yourself over him and said yes over and over again, you were beaming.

6 months after that, many hours of planning and cake tasting, you and Bucky had the most beautiful fall wedding. It was perfect. Your family and the team was there, everyone was so happy for the two of you.

When the time to say the vowels came you couldn’t be more thrilled, you have been writing them for so long.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are the love of my life. You have been the one who has taught me what love really is, what it is like to love someone with every single atom in my body. You have taught me what is like to be completely and uoughterly happy, that is how I feel when ever I am with you. James, when we met you told me that you only saw yourself as a monster, as the vilan of many people’s lives, but baby, you are my knight in shining armor, you are absolutely everything to me. You are the brightest star in my universe, the one and only. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you every day, I want you to feel how much I love you even after we are death. I want to keep loving you and choosing you a hundred of lives after this. Because Bucky, MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER END.”

At the end both of you were crying, among many other of your guests.

Your honeymoon was perfect. Tony paid the two of you a 3 weeks trip around Europe. Nine months later, you had your gorgeous daughter, Rebecca. She looked exactly like you, but her eyes, she had the most beautiful blue eyes just like her father. The three of you were the definition of a perfect family, you and Bucky did ocationaly fight like all healthy couples do, but your life was great. Your house was so full of love and happiness.

Bucky was so thankful to you, you had given him all he could ever dreamed for in life and more.

The three of you spent all the time you could together, you went to the park and had movie nights, went of family trips and spent lazy Sunday mornings in bed together. You wanted Becca to feel and understand what a loving home was, since you didn’t had one. You wanted her to feel the love you and Bucky had for her.

“Becca, Bucky, you two know you are the most important people in my life right. I love the two of you so so much. You are the ones that make me happy. You are my greatest treasures.” You said to your husband and 5 year old daughter one afternoon, while cuddling in the couch together.

“I love you too mommy, you too daddy. You are the best parents in the world, thank you.” She said kissing yours and Bucky’s face, making you giggle.

“You dolls are my everything. I love you.” He said before attacking the two of you with tickles, and whispering to your ear. “Thanks doll, for all this.”

The day had started like any other Tuesday would, you woke up after your alarm. Waking up Bucky with kisses and loving touches, after he woke up he heads to shower while you got Becca ready. Once the two of them were dressed, Bucky went to the kitchen to make breakfast wihle you got ready. The three of you ate together, you heard how Becca´s best friend was going to have a party next Saturday and you needed to buy her a present. You decided to go to the mall with her after classes and maybe have a girl’s day and do you nails. That made her smile so bright, which was what you loved the most about your life, that it was full of happiness.

After eating, you said goodbye to Bucky and Rebecca, he was going to take her to school and then go to the Avengers compound to train some new recruits, while you went to your office.

Bucky’s day went normal, as any other day would go, he did some training and hanged out with Sam and Steve. When 4pm came around the received a call from Becca´s school, her teacher told him that she was still there. You never came pick her up, he didn´t know why you were late. You always told him if your meeting was going to be longer so someone would pick your daughter from school.

“Sorry man.” He told Steve at the middle of the meeting. “Apparently YN never went to pick Rebecca from school she is there by herself, I really need to go. I also need to see what happened to YN. She is not picking up her phone.” Bucky said standing up from his chair.

“Sure pal, everything good with her?” Steve said a bit worry, he didn´t want his best friend to be in panic.

“I hope so.” He said walking to the door, but before he could reach it his phone rang again.

Steve just stood there, and watched how the color of his best friends face went completely white, then Bucky’s knees failed and he felt to the floor. Tears running down his cheeks, his face was shaking. He was wordless. Sentences couldn´t form in his mouth. Steve was next to him in second, he took the phone from his hand.

That when he heard him scream, he screamed as if he was dying, painful and horrible screams.

“Excuse me.” Steve said through the phone. “This is Steve Rogers. What happened?” He asked, though he already had an idea of what had happened.

“I am so sorry Sir, but I regret to inform you that Mrs. Barnes had a car accident today. She arrived to the New York Presbyterian Hospital at 2:36pm, she immediately went to surgery. She didn´t make it, she was called at 3:49pm. I am so sorry, but we need her husband to come.”

Steve hanged up the phone, he had tears in his eyes, he was about to cry. He had lost his best friend, but he needed to be strong for the man that was like a brother to him, to his nice.

Bucky was in the floor, sobbing and screaming. He went and called for Nat. She enter and saw the state in which Bucky was, then she saw the tears in Steve´s eyes.

“What happened?” She asked in panic.

“I… he…N-Nat” he mumbled between sobs. “Can you please look for Rebecca at school? Please.”

Nat realized, she immediately shook her head in disbelieve, “no, no, no,”

“Nat, please. Someone needs to be with her.” Steve managed to say. She wiped her tears and left the room.

Steve was in the floor hugging his best friend while he cried his eyes out, he was no longer screaming.

“I am sorry buddy, I am so sorry.” He said to his friend. “I know how you feel, just let it all out. But later you need to be strong for your daughter. She just lost her mother, she will need her dad. She needs you to be there for her, but now. I am here for you.”

“Not her, please not her. She is perfect Steve, I can’t, I love her, we can’t lose her.” He sobbed and screamed. “We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, the two of us.”

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When he calmed down, they went to the hospital. A drunk driver had crashed against your car in a traffic light. He died immediately.

Becca slept in Nat´s room. Bucky slept in his old room in the compound, he couldn’t go to your home. Too many memories. He couldn’t face his daughter, he would broke in front of her, he needed to be strong. He cried himself to sleep that day.

He next day was awful, he needed to explain to her 5 year old baby, that her mother would never hug her again. He couldn’t even began to comprehend that.

“Becca, baby. I need to talk to you.” He said the next morning the compounds living room, all  the other Avengers were in the hospital helping Bucky prepare every detail for the funeral, Steve was the only one there, next to Bucky and Becca. In case either of them needed him.

“Daddy, why did we slept here?” She asked frowning her eyebrows, just like her dad. “Where is mommy? We were supposed to have a girl´s day yesterday.”

That made Bucky tear a few tears which he rapidly cleaned.

“Babydoll, its because…” Bucky mad a pause and looked through the windows. “Mommy had an accident, and she will never come again.”

Becca made a confused face.

“Why? Can´t you just put her a bad-aid like you do to me when I have accident?” She asked in all her innocence, which made Bucky’s strength fall. He quickly enveloped her in his arms.

“That is the thing baby, she had a big accident, she is gone.” He started to sob again, so did Steve.

Becca began to stroke her father’s hair. “We will see her daddy, someday, but I am really going to miss her.” She started to cry and hug her dad.

“I want my mommy, dad.”

“So do I honey.”

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The funeral was beautiful, full with YN´s family and friends. They all told beautiful stories and tried to remember the amazing person YN was. Bucky couldn’t talk, he had so many things to say, none of them were for this people to hear, they were for his love.

A week had passed since you awful dead, Bucky stayed at the compound, he couldn’t go home, he also needed help with Becca. He could barely managed to take care of himself.

He was in his bed, looking at the celling, numb. He know the needed to stand up and shower, he needed to get up and care of his baby, but she was the carbon copy of you. It was like looking at you, it hurt, it really hurt. Lying there he heard some knocking at his door. Then Steve came..

“Hey pal, the lawyer came today, he left the will and this letter. She wrote it you when you guys had Rebecca.”

“Thanks, just leave it there.” He said gesturing to his night stand.

When Steve left he got up and grabbed the letter, it had his name in your beautiful calligraphy.

Bucky,

My love, I hope that you never have to open this letter, but if you do, I want you to know that you made me the happiest woman alive. In all the galaxies we know that exist, in all the universe that may. I was the happiest, all thanks to you. You teached me what the meaning for being alive really meant, you showed me so many incredible and beautiful things, and you gave me our most amazing gift, our daughter Rebecca, she is the tangible evidence of our love.

If the time in which you have to open this letter comes, know that you did everything you could. Under any circumstances think that this was your fault, it wasn´t.

I love you so much Bucky, you have really no idea, and I know you loved me just as much, that is why I am asking you one last favor.

Please don´t close yourself, don´t let yourself return to the man you were before be met, not that he was any less amazing, but he was lonely. I want you to continue living your life to the fullest. I know I can´t ask you to not miss me or forget me, I don’t want that. I want you to remember my memory and cherish it. I want you to show all then wonders of the world to sweet Becca. Please never let her forget that she was the most important person in my life besides you.

I want the two of you to continue to love, and let yourselves be love. I love you with all my heart, and every single atom in my body.

          Don’t forget me my brightest star, YN.

After reading that Bucky cleaned his cheeks.

“I will always love you.” He kissed the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He got up and went to find his daughter.

“I love you baby, and so did you mother. You are our greatest creations.” He no longer had you here, so he was going to spend all his breathing moments showing her how much he loved her, he was the only part left in this world of YN, and she was that greatest gift she could have left him.

He would continue to love you long after you are gone. For ever, til the end of times.

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A/N: I cried so hard writing this. I am so sorry, but I hope you like it. I really appreciate feedback.