#he just wants to have a bad time. and we should let him.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being Caleb's non-mc significant other. part2

Imagine the way you laugh, the way you tilt your head back, the way your hand find his like it was your instinct. It was the kind if laugh that he was been longing to hear after all those mission that has been keeping him away from you. And now he is right here by your side, staring into your smile that hadn't changed. How he love to be with you like this.

Imagine the way the two of you were sitting right next to each other at the cinema. The way your head was on his shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns against your hands as he tries to put his attention in the movie you have been talking all over the phone for the past few weeks, fully knowing he would end up looking at you anyway. Nonetheless, it was a quiet moment, he was at peace. You've always been his home and peace.

Imagine the way this phone vibrated halfway the movie, Caleb was about to ignore it. Pips would not bother his time with you, she learned not to after the last time. He knew he made a promise to be there for her but at the same time, he knows where his priority lies, you. He was about to ignore it, the buzzing of his phone that was been going on for quite sometime now. But then what he saw was unfamiliar, unregistered phone number. It wasn't a mission, not even pips let alone his friends. It was a threat. Not just to him, but to you.

"It's MC." He lied. And fuck, the way he wanted to take it back so bad the moment he saw the way your face shifted, the way the light in your eyes flicker. The glimpse of disappointment in your eyes. Hurt. He knew he had hurt you once again. But then you look away, hiding it from him. You've always been so understanding, even when you don't understand, you tried. You always did. And so he couldn't take it back, it was the easiest way to say something that would have taken him so long to explain.

"Please Caleb. Just after the movie. Can't we have this moment?" You said. Almost, he almost folds. He wanted to say yes. Every part of him was screaming at him, wanting to say yes. To stay right here, to ignore the message and turn off his phone. But he couldn't do that, not when threat was around. Not when he could potentially put you in danger just by staying right beside you. He couldn't do that. He was panicking, he felt like he was running out of time. He felt like every minute with you would only put you in danger. He needs to put an end to this, fast.

Imagine the way the unexpected happened. The way you grab his hand and look at him, hoping, eyes looking for answer to your question. "Why, because you'll choose her?" His heart dropped. He should have told you back then. It wasn't her. That it was you. That he was leaving to protect you. But then he froze. He froze like a coward, something he shouldn't be. He haven't been a coward for a long time, not until they manage to get out of that hell he and MC have been through when they were a child. But here he was, right in front of you acting like one. All because he was afraid to lose you. And you let him go.

Imagine the way he should have stayed. He should have told you. He should have been faster. He should have called earlier. But he wasn't fast enough. The moment he turned onto your corner street was just enough time for him to see your-his home light up the night sky. It was the loud sound of the explosion that split him in half. The way he couldn't even hear the sound of his own voice screaming for your name. He just remember the ringing sound, the smoke, the fire. It felt like he had died once again. And maybe he did, right with you.

Imagine the way he did not even flinch when it was reported as a gas leak. An accident. What a lie. He knew better than anyone that was a fucking lie. It was meant for him. You were just where he lived. Where he loved. And they knew that.

Imagine he woke up at night, cold sweat running down his neck, tears running down his cheeks. He lost you again, this time within reach. It was haunting him. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes. You died thinking he had chosen her. You died thinking he had walked out on you, on us again.

Imagine the truth was just he was trying to save you. In the end, he failed. He tried to be gentle, even in the midst of panic. But in the end, you're gone. All because he thought he had it under control. All because he thought he still had time.

Imagine in the end he reach out for his phone, dialed your number but it doesn't ring anymore, but he pretend it does. Just so he can hear your voice again.

Imagine he could heard that grief is love with nowhere to go. But strangely, his goes everywhere. It burns in his chest, spills out of his hand and sits in every second he was alive without you. He did not just lose you. He killed you. And there is no coming back out of that.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: Penge piso, pambili ng lollipop.

: goodnight- oh wait, i need to tag 🥹😭 edit: I can't tag?!

[flqwerjo]

˖ ݁˖ ❀⋆｡˚ ─── 𝑫𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑼𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠ℎ

˚.❀𝑨𝐿𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸𝐿𝑌ᵎᵎ getting hot and steamy with your boyfriend while he's wearing the outfits from his concept photo

˚.❀𝑮𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸/𝐶𝑊 ─── nsfw (mdni), scenarios (jungwon + hyung line), blowjobs , fingering , riding , shoe humping(??), implied pet play ˚.❀𝑾𝑂𝑅𝐷 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑁𝑇 ─── 1.1k

𝒄ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡ᵎᵎ (˶˃⤙˂˶)

˚.❀𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑤𝑜𝑛

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth , his eyes closing as his head tilted back , trying his hardest not to let any noise slip out ── the others were still there after all. He should've known better than to bring you with him to the photoshoot for their concept photos knowing very well just how erotic the "Make" concept was. Well , at least he knows now that latex gloves , a black suit and an eyepatch make you absolutely feral. You didn't even give him a second to breathe when he was done with his shooting and ready to clock out , your hand dragging him away into an empty dressing room. "Fuck.. you really couldn't wait until we were home... keep going", he mumbled under his breath , his eyes glancing down ── even if he could only see through one , the eyepatch didn't hinder him from seeing the sinful view. Your lips stretched around the girth of his cock , drops of Saliva running down to your chin from how sloppy and eager you were sucking him off ── but his eyes narrowed when he saw the subtle movement of your arm between your thighs , hearing your pussy squelching every time you plunged your fingers knuckles deep inside. It made his cock twitch in your mouth , his clawed latex fingers tightening their grip on your hair and scratching your scalp. He was close , too fast for his own liking but he knew he had to be done quickly before one of his members or a staff member came in.

"I promise I'll take proper care of you once we're home.. now be a good girl and take every single drop I'll shoot down your throat"

˚.❀𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔

Of course he knew what he was doing , he had to bite back his smirk when he saw the way you rubbed your thighs together when he got his photos taken. That god damn slutty fit of his had your cunt clenching around nothing and getting flooded with slick , your eyes focused on his fingers as he pulled his white dress shirt further down to show of the SFX make up on his chest that said "Monster in me" ── what a fucking slut of a men he was. You didn't know if you should be mad or grateful for the outfit his stylists gave him ── either way , it had your pussy crying and wanting to get filled up. The collar around his neck wasn't helping at all , images popping up in your mind as you started to fantasize. He would look so pretty underneath you with his current outfit , the flushed makeup on his face just made you remember how his face always flushed when you'd ride his cock or overstimulate both yourself and him. Fuck , you needed to be fucked , now. "You're so eager...", his lips brushed against the side of your neck , his fingers digging into your hips ── he wanted to sound annoyed , even though he wasn't , but your pussy just felt so warm and wet around his cock , he couldn't act annoyed even if he really tried. "Don't act like you weren't eager yourself , you got hard as soon as you walked over to me", you mumbled under your breath , trying to keep your volume in check ── maybe fucking in a bathroom stall wasn't the best idea , it certainly wasn't romantic , but at least you've gotten your fill now.

˚.❀𝐽𝑎𝑦

"You sure are having your fun... can't this wait until we're home?", his words weren't as threatening as he wanted them to sound , his cock was betraying him with the way it started to chub up under his slacks. He was the next in line to get his photo's taken , the concept photo where he'd be tied up and he asked you to tie him up because he didn't want a staff member to do it ── what a bad idea that was. "Oh come on... you have 10 minutes left , one little blowjob won't hurt", you replied back with a small pout , your hands caressing from his chest down to his crotch , your hand squeezing the growing bulge before you rubbed your palm over it , a hushed hiss coming from him as his eyes closed upon the contact. "You better be quick", he mumbled to which you clicked your tongue , shaking your head a little ── an almost sadistic grin on your face as you pulled on the rope tied around him to pull his chest against yours. "Oh baby ... the roles are reversed now. You will listen to me now , I have the ropes in my hand", he should have known better than to ask you to tie him up , he knew that this was payback for the last couple days when he edged you too long for your liking , now it was his turn to be tortured. This was going to be a very very long 10 minutes for him.

˚.❀𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑒

He felt bad , but not as bad as he felt good ── why have the two of you never tried handcuffs before sooner? He came back home from his photo shoot with a little surprise , the handcuffs he had used as a prop for his concept photos ── he secretly took them with him without anyone knowing. He was beyond turned on , his cock was getting milked dry from your pussy and he was crying tears of joy ── well actually overstimulation but this was pure heaven for him. His teary eyes opened half way to look through his eyelashes , feeling himself getting hypnotized as he watched the way your tits were bouncing along with you. It didn't matter how much he was tugging at the handcuffs , they just wouldn't come off ── but he wasn't complaining , he wanted this , he wanted to be restrained. And next time it was going to be you , he wasn't going to sneakily return those babies.

˚.❀𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛

He felt anxious , but the thrill only heightened his lust whenever he heard a noise outside of the dressing room , his fingers tightening around your hair strands. "Wear a pair of specs and you have your girl on her knees like a slut", he mumbled under his breath as his half lidded eyes looked down at you , his foot right between your thighs while he was busy fucking your face ── his cock stretching your throat every time he pressed your nose against his abdomen. He clicked his tongue when he felt and saw the way you were humping his leather shoe like a dog in heat , but the sight was so fucking hot to him. "Such a needy little slut... so fucking dirty , look at you humping my shoe like a fucking bitch in heat. Don't get my shoe dirty with your arousal , if you do , you'll lick it it clean with your tongue like a good little pup..", his voice was low and gruff as he said that , the way his voice sounded only made you whimper in response while your eyes shut tightly.

"Don't you dare cum ... I won't fuck you tonight if you do"

[rafesteddy]

𝓢𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝖎𝖗𝖑/𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖚

𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀…

𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (baseball!rafe)

+18 -> smut | You didn’t expect much from tonight’s date—and got even less. But one message from Rafe changes the whole rhythm of the night. What starts casual might be getting dangerously close to something neither of you can ignore.

c/w: swearing, casual sex, jealousy, possessiveness, blurred boundaries, light humiliation, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, cum play, oral (female receiving after orgasms; both), spanking, slight choking, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, rafe says “I’ll kms” jokingly + banter during sex

𝓨𝓸𝓾 - 𝓓𝓮𝓾𝔁𝓪𝓿𝓮, 𝓑𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓼…

You wore the dress because it made you feel good. Simple, black. A little backless. Not too much. It made you feel like you still knew how to show up—how to try, even when you weren’t sure why you were bothering.

You met him on Raya. His profile was filled with sunset gym selfies, gold chains, and at least one yacht that didn’t belong to him. But your friends insisted. ‘He’s hot. Give him a chance.’

You gave him a chance and now here you are, staring at a half-full glass of sparkling water while he tells a story about benching three plates and putting a coach ‘in his place’.

“Like, bro. Don’t test me,” he says, laughing and pointing at his own chest. “I’m not that guy. I don’t play submissive.” You nod in agreement, trying your hardest not to look at the clock. He smirks. “You get it. You’re chill. That’s hot.”

Holy shit… This is dating now? Endless one-way talking. Endless egos. And you’re starting to think being “chill” just means letting men be mediocre without calling them out for it.

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 - 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪, 𝓑𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓼…

He met her at the gym. She stopped him mid-set to ask about his program; hair slicked into a perfect ponytail, lashes too long to be natural. She smelled like vanilla and spray tan. He didn’t even think. Just said ‘yes’.

Now he’s here, picking at an overpriced plate trying not to wonder how fast he could get out of this without looking like an asshole.

“So you get paid to throw balls?” She teases, one manicured finger tracing the rim of her wine glass. “Kinda iconic.”

Rafe nods, smiling without teeth. She’s been talking about brand deals and algorithm slumps for twenty minutes straight. She hasn’t asked him a single question that didn’t have a “likes” count attached.

“Honestly,” she says, “I feel like people don’t understand how hard it is to stay relevant in this industry. 400 thousand likes and you’re a flop. You miss one trend and you’re done. Poof. Digital death.”

He coughs, trying to cover up a laugh, raising his beer to hers. “To survival.”

She rolls her eyes and giggles, lifting her glass as well. “You’re funny. You should be on TikTok more.”

𝓨𝓸𝓾 જ⁀➴

The food isn’t bad. It’s actually good. Which almost pisses you off more—because it means you can’t even use that as an excuse.

You were hopeful, foolishly so. You gave your hair the extra ten minutes, exfoliated, rehearsed your little “in your free time” spiel in case he didn’t respect your actual job. You wanted this to go well.

But now, with each story he tells—about how “soft” the world’s gotten, how “crazy” his ex was, how “girls just don’t know how to take a joke anymore”—you feel yourself slipping into that quiet, numb space in your mind. The one where you just let the man talk while you think about how cozy your sheets are going to be when you slide into them alone and what movie you're gonna put on instead.

“This was fun,” he says as he signals the waiter for the check, smiling like it’s a done deal. “We should grab a drink after this. My place is, like what, five minutes away. Killer view. Hot tub. You’ll love it, babe.”

You smile, but it’s thin. Doesn’t reach your eyes as you meet his across the table. “I think I’m gonna head home.”

He blinks, surprised. Taken aback. An answer this man surely isn’t used to hearing when he extends the offer. “C’mon. Just one drink.”

“I don’t really drink,” you murmur, fingers curling around the handle of your purse, two seconds away from bolting out the door honestly. He laughs, the sound loud in the quiet between you.

“Everyone drinks.”

“Not me.” A lie.

𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮 જ⁀➴

The walk outside is short and silent until she brushes her shoulder against his, fingers grazing, desperately hoping to intertwine but they don’t. She looks up at Rafe, with a look on her beautiful face that usually pulls praise easily from men, but his mind is somewhere else.

“You should come over. Just for a little bit. I’ve got this sauna that would be so good for recovery. And a bottle of wine that’s basically a religious experience—”

“—Appreciate it,” he says, stopping her before she can even finish. “But I’ve got training early.”

She pouts her pillowy lips, batting her lashes which has almost the opposite effect on him. “You’re no fun.”

He pauses; lips tugging to the side as he weighs his options. Could say ‘yes’. Could let it play out. But everything about this feels empty. Another night of people pretending that this could go anywhere.

“Not tonight. But thanks—really. This was nice—” He closes the door of her Uber before she can reply, pocketing his keys, with someone better on his mind.

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮…

You shut the door, the quiet click too loud in the empty room. Your heels go first. Then your purse hits the floor with a heavy drop. The house is quiet in the way that always makes you feel a little lonelier after a night like this.

You move through the motions: wine, music, robe, lights dimmed low. You could call it self-care, but really, it’s just a ritual for disappointment.

You curl up on the couch with your legs tucked under you and sip slow, mumbling against the rim of your glass in his deep, stupid voice, “c’mon just one drink.” You laugh weakly as you toss some back, feeling the burn in your throat, and the sting of the night. Tonight, you just wanted something. And you got nothing.

You pull your phone into your lap; not even sure what you’re looking for, just running on autopilot, going through the motions, looking for a reason not to delete every dating app you’ve ever downloaded.

That’s when the notification lights up your screen.

It’s a gym selfie. No caption. Just sweat, muscle, and that familiar smirk. You bite your lip, swiping the screen to your text messages—and just as you do, the little text bubbles appear. Someone has the same idea…

Rafe: hey pretty. you free?

You don’t answer right away. But your fingers are already hovering.

He doesn’t follow up with a question mark or a ??? or where you at? Rafe never does. That’s part of the deal. You keep it easy. No pressure. No expectations. Just a simple rhythm you’ve both fallen into. The man shows just enough effort that he’ll drive by at night, looking up into your room. Curtains open, Spotify glowing through the glass, bedside light on. An unspoken, I’m home and ready, Rafe. The rest is up to you.

You set your phone down without replying, take one last sip of wine, and head to your bedroom. You already know he’s on his way.

You change into the cotton Calvin Klein set he always notices—the powdery white bralette, matching thong that isn’t meant to be sexy, but somehow always is. Comfortable. Soft. Barely a statement, which is exactly why he likes it.

You’re lying on your stomach, book open in front of you, toes grazing the edge of the comforter, when you hear his keys drop on the counter. A muffled “hey baby” to no one.

The door shuts; shoes hitting the floor with the same tired thud as your purse. You don’t look up when you hear the zipper. Don’t say a word when his shirt and jeans thump lightly onto the hallway floor; big feet pound against the hardwood with each swaggered shuffle, walking in like he lives here.

He doesn’t. But sometimes it feels like he could.

You feel the mattress shift beneath you before you see him. A familiar weight dips near your thighs. Then his hands plant on either side of your hips and he crawls up the bed in just his boxers, heavy and warm.

You gasp when he presses against you, his broad chest brushing your back, his mouth near your ear.

Your giggle slips out before you can stop it.

“Book club tonight?” He mutters, voice low and amused as he kisses your neck.

You roll your eyes, but before you can fire back, he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back. Rafe’s big body presses down into yours, your wrists pinned to either side of your head.

“Shit, look at you,” he hums.

His eyes roam your face, then drop to your lips. And for a moment neither of you says a thing.

You shift slightly beneath him, the cotton of your bralette stretching as you breathe in.

Rafe’s palms still frame your wrists, warm and rough, but he isn’t holding you down anymore. Not really. Just resting there, like he likes the excuse to touch you, taking this mental picture of you below him.

You tilt your chin up, your voice soft and sweet, making the corners of his lips curl into a smile.

“What’d you do tonight?” You whisper, cheeks heating up under the weight of his gaze.

“Went on a date.”

You quirk an eyebrow, saying so much with a single look. “And it went well?”

He lets out a frustrated groan, burning himself in your neck, saying even more with his tight embrace. Your words make him laugh, the warmth of his breath fanning across your throat. “Fuckin’ sucked,” he says, dipping his head until his nose brushes the curve of your jaw. “She thinks I could be TikTok famous. What do you think, baby? Think I should hang up the cleats?”

You stifle a giggle and fail. “The world will be a dark place without Rafe Cameron in baseball pants—”

“That’s what I said,” he mumbles as he nuzzles in closer. “Food was cold before she even ate it. She needed to get the perfect picture for her story or some shit.”

“Did you check her TikTok page?” You ask as you trace lazy circles on his back. “She might have called herself a WAG in the caption—”

“Please,” he chides, his eyes practically rolling out of his head, “Didn’t even make it to dessert.”

“That’s your favorite part,” you shoot back, tone light, as your fingers toy at the back of his hair. You feel him tense a little under your touch, breath hitching against your throat.

He lets out a half-growl, a sound that almost makes you smile. “Well shit,” he mutters, voice dropping a shade. “Maybe that’s why I’m so goddamn pissy, huh? Couldn’t take anymore. Made me wanna knock over the candle and light the table on fire—”

“Jesus fuck, Rafe,” you cut in with a laugh. “Why are you bein’ so hard on her I’m sure she was stunning—”

“—Hey,” he interjects playfully, giving you a little more of his body weight, making your breathing a little tighter. You grip his shoulders pushing him back slightly. Rafe pulls back with a boyish smile, looking down at you. “Didn’t say the view wasn’t nice. But that’s not what it’s all about, you know that.”

“Mhmm… Wise words.”

You stretch your arms above your head, twisting slightly underneath him. His hands slide down with you, skimming your ribs, your sides, the soft dip of your waist, tongue tracing along his bottom lip as your nipples turn hard below the thin fabric.

“You wore this for me, did you?” He asks.

“I wore this for me,” you respond as his hungry eyes flick up to yours, calling you bluff instantly.

“Whatever you say, princess,” he smiles. Rafe’s rough fingers glide up your inner thigh making goosebumps rise on your soft skin. “What about you?” He asks after a pause as the tips of his fingers hook under your panties. “What’d you do?”

You hesitate for half a second. Not because you’re nervous—because you want him to react. So you say it lightly, flicking your gaze up at him too. “Went on a date.”

Rafe pauses, his hands still, just a little. “With who?” He asks, quieter now.

“Mason Williams. He played for the Lightning and now he plays for—”

“The Bruins. Yeah, I know the guy,” Rafe mumbles. The flicker. That little twist in Rafe’s face. His jaw clenches, mouth parting like he’s about to say something smart and cocky—then thinks better of it. But you see it.

You run your fingers down his strong arms as a taunting smile plays on your lips. Rafe rolls his eyes, laughing at himself, completely caught in the act. “Is someone jealous?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “I’m not—” He cuts himself off, sucking his teeth, trying his best not to show all his cards. “Not jealous. You’ve never hooked up with another athlete before.”

“I’m on Raya now.”

His hand squeezes your thigh like he can’t help it. “No shit…”

“I didn’t know you liked hockey.” He adds, voice amused but slightly tight, thumb flexing against your thigh.

You arch your back slightly, head falling a little deeper into the pillow. “I still don’t.”

“She was trying to get me to go back with her,” he says after a moment, his voice quieter, more serious.

You nod once. “He asked me to go home with him too.”

There’s another pause, heavier this time. He doesn’t move; just watches your face.

“Why’d you say ‘no’?” He asks. You push his hair back, fingers grazing his temple.

“He was kind of an ass.”

His mouth twitches, like he already knows there’s more. “Yeah? And?”

You let out this small breath, tracing down the side of his face, thumb brushing his jaw. “And I was really hoping to cum tonight.”

His breath catches and then his smile deepens, slow and knowing. “Well, shit,” he mutters, leaning in until your noses brush. “I think I can help with that.” You can feel the air change the second he settles above you.

Rafe’s forearms bracket your head, his chest brushing yours, bare skin on cotton as he gazes down. You can feel the flex of muscle under his skin, the slow drag of his breath as he looks between your eyes and mouth like he’s choosing which part of you to taste first.

“So, I’m the lucky guy tonight?” He hums as he kisses lower, between your breasts. “Not gonna have to worry about Williams tryin’ to do what I can—”

You giggle, threading your fingers through the back of his hair. “You act like I have a roster, Cameron.”

“Please tell me you don’t,” he says dryly. “I’ll kill myself I swear.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you chuckle, still smiling when he glances back up, blue eyes sharp and warm and a little bit smug. “Just you—”

“You need to stop dating men who hate women.”

“You need to stop dating women who hate women.”

“Touché,” he mutters, against your clothed pussy, running his tongue along the wet patch that formed, moaning at the subtle taste of you on his tongue before yanking them off.

Rafe nudges your thighs further apart with his knee, dragging his palm over the inside of your leg like he’s not even thinking about it—like his body’s already memorized every inch of you as he crawls back up your body. His thumb grazes where your underwear used to be, gliding through the slick mess between your thighs.

“Not sure if you care, but I only do this with you,” he adds under his breath. You try not to show it. Not to let him see how that lands. You nod, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Your breath hitches as he grinds against you, slow and deliberate—not inside, just enough to tease, to make you squirm and ache for more.

His lips find your throat, kissing down, then back up again, and he doesn’t stop until your breath goes ragged. When he finally sinks into you, it’s slow, all the way, one fluid, deep thrust that makes you gasp and cling to his shoulders. He’s so thick it burns in the best way, and you feel your hips tilt instinctively, seeking more.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your jaw. “Always so tight. You miss me?”

You nod fast, whispering, “Yes, yes—Rafe.”

His hand clamps around the back of your thigh, hauling your leg up high around his waist. The next thrust shoves a gasp out of you. He kisses you through it—messy and hungry—his hips grinding harder, deeper, like he’s got something to prove. Like he’s trying to tell you that you made the right choice tonight.

“Say it,” he growls softly, lips brushing yours.

“I missed you.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, fucking into you just a little harder, wet skin clapping against his. “Tell me. What’d you think about when he was askin’ you to come over, pretty?”

“You,” you breathe, honest and raw.

He smirks, sweat forming at his temples. “You were wet for me, weren’t you?” You can barely manage a nod. “Thinkin’ about me at dinner? Already thinking about me fucking this perfect pussy,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours with every word. “Should’ve worn this set to dinner,” he says, fingers tugging gently at the band of your bralette. “Show him what he couldn’t touch.”

You grab your bra, lifting it to your collarbone, boobs bouncing with each thrust; Rafe’s eyes rolling back in his head. “Think anyone’s gonna fuck you like me?”

“Don’t be a dick,” you laugh breathily.

He bites down a groan, snapping his hips, making you cry out his name. “You fucking love it—” He kisses the words off your lips, deeper now, hands bracketing your jaw as he grinds into you just right—over and over. “You wanna know what I was thinkin’ about during dinner?” He murmurs, voice dark and thick with want.

You gasp, fingers tugging in his hair. “What?”

“You. Ridin’ me. Couldn’t get it outta my fuckin’ head.”

You bite your lip, heart racing, thighs clenching around his waist. “Let me,” you whisper, eyes sparking. With a rough groan, he grabs your hips and flips the two of you—flat on his back now, hands pulling you up to straddle him.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he rasps, eyes dark as sin. You sink down on him slow—one teasing grind, then taking him deep as a moan spills from your lips. “Fuck,” he breathes out, head falling back for a second, his grip bruising on your hips.

His gaze doesn’t move, locked on you—his touch is everywhere—grabbing, too hard, not careful at all. Like he can’t stand the space between you.

But he doesn’t guide you. Not once. Just watches—lets you fuck him exactly how you want, the man losing more control with every roll of your hips.

“Look at you,” he pants, voice rough. “A fuckin’ dream. That’s it, baby.”

You ride him harder now, bracing your hands on his chest, moving faster, chasing your climax.

“Rafe—”

“I got you,” he growls, one hand sliding between your thighs, fingers finding your clit. “Cum for me,” he pants. “Fuck—Wanna feel it.” And you do—shaking, gasping, crying out his name as your body locks down on him, vision hazy. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he grits out.

With a wicked grin, he reaches up, hand wrapping his hand around your throat, sending your pulse racing all over again. “My turn,” he rasps, flipping you to your back in one breathless move.

Rafe drives into you hard and deep; hips cracking against you, dragging desperate sounds from your throat as the room starts to spin.

“You feel that?” He murmurs into your skin, voice gritty and low. “How fuckin’ wet you are for me?” You nod, breathing too labored to answer. Rafe groans, smirking even as his hips jolt. “Mmm, greedy little thing. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. You gonna cum?”

He slows down, grinds instead, dragging the thick length of him against that spot inside you that makes you shiver. His thumb slips between you, brushing over your clit in tight, practiced circles as your mouth falls open with a helpless sound.

“Cum for me,” he whispers, forehead resting against yours. “Right now—” It crashes over you so hard you sob his name. He groans when you squeeze around him, thrusting a few more times before he follows. His whole body shudders against yours, muscles trembling with the force of it, the sound he makes so raw it leaves your heart stuttering in your chest as he spills inside you.

And then the room stills.

Only your breathing, tangled and soft, fills the space between your bodies. Rafe doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t roll off. He just stays there, forehead pressed to yours, fingers stroking your jaw.

“You ruin me,” he says.

You smile, eyes fluttering open to find him already looking at you. “I could say the same,” you whisper, and brush your lips against his, sweet and slow.

And even though no one’s said the words, even though this is still nothing on paper, you both know better.

He pulls out, slow enough to make you gasp, and spreads you wide beneath him again. You’re still pulsing around nothing, body buzzing and undone, your thighs sticky and spread, the sheets bunched beneath your hips. And then he touches you again; fingers slow, spreading you open just to look. One palm cupping your thigh, the other thumb grazing over your slick folds like he’s deciding what to do next.

“Wanna take a video so fuckin’ bad,” he mutters under his breath, still completely out of breath. “Couldn’t tell you how many times I’d watch this shit, sweetheart. It’s probably for the best,” the warmth of his words hits hot against your skin. You smile, lip caught between your teeth.

Rafe drags two fingers through the mix of you and him, pushing his release back inside you, rubbing it in slow, ghosting lazy circles over your clit.

Rafe dips down and presses his mouth against your center, licking soft and slow—torturous tongue flicks, the kind that make you squirm but he grabs for you, curling his biceps around your thighs to hold you in place.

His nose brushes your skin, stubble scraping gently along the inside of your legs as he moans into you. He hums low against your clit, the vibration making you grip the sheets—Ding.

Your phone lights up beside the bed. The air still thick with sex, heat clinging to your body like a second skin, and you almost don’t hear it over the sound of your own breathing but Rafe does.

He reaches for it without asking, still between your thighs, and lifts it toward him.

“New message on Raya,” he says, snorting under his breath. “Damn, baby. You think I should tell him how good this pussy feels? Bet he’d love to know what he missed tonight.”

You laugh, but the sound catches when you see his face shift. The amusement drains slowly. His mouth tightens; brows twitch just slightly—not enough for most people to notice, but you’re not most people.

He hands you the phone without another word and moves off the bed like the sex just cracked something open in him and now he’s trying to patch it up.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

You glance toward his phone as he picks it up, already tapping on the screen, swiping like he needs to be doing something—anything. Like looking busy might keep you from noticing the ache behind his silence but it’s too late for that.

You look down at the message… A teammate of Rafe’s. Someone you’ve met before. Someone who’s looked at you too long when Rafe wasn’t paying attention.

You try to play it off, you both do. This was never supposed to be more than a warm body. A reliable rhythm. Mutual trust. Late nights and early mornings with no promises in between.

“Rafe…”

He doesn’t look up right away. When he finally does, his eyes are unreadable.

“I know we’re nothing serious,” you say carefully. “But I wouldn’t do that to you. Okay?” His eyes fall to your screen as you delete the message.

His gaze flickers over your face, so many unsaid words locked behind his lips. Instead, he dips closer, skimming a knuckle beneath your chin before pulling you in, mouth finding yours with a quiet sigh and a tender kiss.

You watch from the bed, sheet barely covering your hips, heart still hammering too loud for no reason. He throws his hoodie over his head, jeans riding low on his hips, the muscles in his back shifting with every movement.

He flashes you a crooked little smile as he walks to the door. The same one he always gives you when he’s pretending to be fine.

And then he’s gone.

You sit up slowly, sheet pooling at your waist; bed still smelling like him.

Stepping off the bed you pad over to the window, drawing back the blinds, watching from behind the curtain as Rafe steps out into the street, phone glowing in his hand, thumb swiping.

Tinder.

Your lashes flutter, stomach sinking in an instant, and it stings. More than it should. More than you’ll ever let him know because there’s a chance he doesn’t feel the same, and then what? You’re done? That can’t happen.

You slip back into your sheets, body still tingling from everything he gave you. But something feels hollow now—Ding.

Sarahhhh: Tell my brother I said hi 🖕

Your Name: Haha he just left babe. You’re ridiculous.

Sarahhhh: So what’s with you two?

Your Name: Just casual. You know us.

Sarahhhh: Do us all a favor and find someone worth your time already.

Your Name: Bold of you to assume I’m not perfectly happy with my bad decisions rn Sarah 😛

Sarahhhh: STOPPPP 😂

Sarahhhh: Ok but seriously. Just look at this for me? [link attached: Paradise Palms - Casting Now 🌅 🌴]

Your Name: Lmao Sarah no. There is NO way I am going on some reality show

Sarahhhh: First of all it’s not like that. Second of all it’s fun. Third of all just fucking do it. You might be surprised.

Your Name: I’ll think about it

Sarahhhh: Do it or else

Your Name: Why so ominous 😂😂😂😂

Sarahhhh: Scaring you was the next tactic ☺️ Love you bye

You stare at it.

Then you click.

One tap, one breath held too long.

CASTING NOW: Netflix’s newest unscripted romance series—Paradise Palms is looking for singles ready to take a chance on love. Apply now.

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓮’𝓼…

“The fuck is this, Wheezie?” Rafe mumbles as he pulls the door shut behind him and breathes out hard through his nose as his sister sends him some spam about a new Netflix reality show.

He rolls his eyes and kicks off his shoes, feeling the weight of the silence in his house, wishing desperately that he didn’t ruin it by looking at your phone and he would have gotten to stay longer but he knows better. Knows the rules. You’ve never been anything but clear—no promises, no labels, no strings. So why the fuck does his chest feel tight?

Ding.

Zander Jones: You done with her yet? Tryin to shoot my shot.

The blood drains from Rafe’s face before he can stop it. For a second, he just stares at the screen, frozen even though he knew this was coming.

He taps out of the message and sinks down on his leather couch, kicking back his feet as he swipes open a dating app for the nth time. Like muscle memory at this point. Like a balm that will ease the ache in his heart.

And across town, in your bed that’s still warm with his heat and rich with his smell you feel your frustrations swell. If he can swipe, you can click.

You draw a deep breath as your stomach twists in knots because deep down, you already know you’d never go to paradise for love. You’d go because you couldn’t stay away from him.

You’re never going to get over this. You’re just trying to forget.

But you know damn well—you won’t.

No one forgets about Rafe Cameron and he feels the exact same way about you.

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Paper Rings

Lee Seokmin (DK) x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: food mention.

[Kindergarten Teachers AU] Fearing that their two favourite teachers might break up, the kids decide to take your romance into their own tiny hands.

Big thank you to my beloved @haoboutyou for giving me the idea and helping me defeat writer's block (even if just for a day)! idk what I'd do without you, girl

“You know what? Fine! Have it your way!”

The car door was slammed closed with far too much force. A dog froze in the middle of passing by, eyeing you two with caution before continuing on his morning walk with his elderly owner mumbling words of concern under her breath.

“Well, have a good day.” Seokmin sighed and held the gate open for you, ever the gentleman even when he was annoyed and upset. “Please don’t skip lunch today.”

Eyes narrowed into slits, you turned on your heel to glare at him. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

The sound he let out was something of a groan mixed into a wail of despair. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and strolled past him with purpose. There was not a single glance spared his way until you were both well inside the building, surrounded by curious little children who looked like they had heard your argument just fine. One of them looked positively ready to start crying at the sight of you.

Sitting at your desk, you sighed. “What is it, kids?”

“Are you and Mister Minnie breaking up?” a wavering little voice dared to ask. Various noises of protest filled the room before you could even take a breath to prepare to answer the question. 

Sparing a quick look at your boyfriend, who was organising the toy shelves and deep in a conversation with one of the more shy kids, you shook your head. “No, we’re not.”

The children let out a collective breath of relief. Some high-fived and cheered in joy. A bitter part of you thought they might just be more invested in your relationship than your boyfriend was. You tried to wave the thought away as fast as it came.

“Because they’re already broken up!” a little boy suddenly declared, standing up and pointing fingers as if he’d been personally betrayed. He was all accusations and none of the ability to listen. You suspected he’d make a great – or at least popular – politician one day. 

“We are not,” you argued with all the patience only a kindergarten teacher could possibly muster. “We’re just… having a bad day.”

To your surprise and joy, no more questions were asked. Only curious glances remained. Still you thought it was the end of it. Another crisis averted, another day saved.

Behind your back, the kids exchanged looks of mischief and worry – they had a plan brewing.

Little Misoo toiled away at her desk, hands covered in charcoal smudges and ink. She had tried a big girl pen for the first time, having wanted to emphasise the seriousness of the situation, but quickly realised it was harder to wield than it looked, and so she had resorted back to her trusty coloured pencils to write the invitations. She had just ten more to go.

“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Jaemin finally voiced his concerns between clumsily peeling and sticking heart-shaped stickers on every piece of paper. “Everybody already knows. Why do they need invitations?”

Misoo gave him a scathing look. “You can’t have a wedding without invitations! Everybody knows that!”

Jaemin pouted. “Then should we make invitations for Mister Minnie and Miss (Y/n) as well?”

“No.” She looked at him like he’d just suggested unicorns and dragons could be best friends (they obviously couldn’t because all unicorns are vegans and dragons famously hate vegans). “They’re the bride and the groom! They don’t need invitations!”

“But do they even know they’re getting married?” 

“They will.” Misoo suspected she had the most patience any woman had ever possessed. She glanced towards the ceiling as if to challenge god for putting her in this situation and then gave Jaemin another glare. “Stop asking stupid questions and get back to work.”

A mysterious chocolate bar had found its way onto your desk. Even more mysteriously it was your favourite brand and flavour. Your boyfriend sat in a circle with the kids, reading their pre-nap fairytale, and snuck glances at you as if he was expecting something. 

You fought back a smile and grabbed a sticky note. 

When he returned to his seat after getting the kids to sleep, he found the pink piece of paper stuck on his laptop. On it, a little heart and two words: ‘You’re forgiven.’ He almost screamed of joy before remembering that he had to be quiet. He wore a dumb lovestruck smile for the rest of the hour.

Mingyu knew something was wrong the moment the kids stepped into the art room. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it but he just knew. And if the wide-eyed look Minghao gave him was anything to go by, he felt it too. 

It was only about 10 minutes in that he realised the problem: the kids were moving like they had a purpose. This was rare. This never happened on free art Fridays – usually the kids would spend the first twenty minutes trying to come up with an idea to execute. Today it took them less than twenty seconds.

Cautiously, he approached tiny Sohyun and Yunho – the first sharpening pencils at a furious pace and the other sorting through the unsharpened ones under her command. It was abundantly clear that Sohyun was working the boy like it was the military. One had to admire her leadership abilities, even if they were a little rough and loud around the edges. 

“So what’s today’s project?” he asked, trying his best not to wince when the pencil’s tip snapped in the sharpener.

Sohyun sighed in frustration before skillfully removing the graphite from between the blades and restarting the sharpening process. “Pencil confetti.”

Mingyu blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Pencil. Confetti.” She repeated it slowly as if fearing he was dumb and wouldn’t get it otherwise. 

He tried not to take offense. “For…?”

“For the wedding,” she explained like it was obvious before gasping and turning to Misoo. “You need to give him an invitation!”

The other girl facepalmed theatrically before rushing over to him with a surprisingly neatly folded paper card. Before he could ask her about it, she was rushing to the other side of the classroom to hand an identical one to Minghao. 

‘INVITAISION’ it read in big bold multicolour letters, a large pink heart-shaped sticker sitting right under the word. 

Mingyu opened the card and his jaw just about dropped (granted, it took him about two minutes to decipher the writing and make sense of it; he couldn’t complain because he hadn’t expected any kindergarten kids to know how to write anything at all). 

“Seokmin and (Y/n) are getting married?!” He made eye contact with Minghao who gave him an equally shocked look. 

“We’re throwing them a marriage!” Hyesoo declared happily and held out a little string tied into a circle. “I’m making rings!”

Mingyu fought a smile. “So, pencil confetti and string rings?”

“We wanted to make flower rings but it’s too early to go outside yet,” Jaemin informed him with a pout. 

“And flower confetti,” Sohyun sighed and continued working the pencil sharpener like it was her day job and she was getting paid per shaving.

“... Want me to get you guys some real flowers?” Mingyu asked after a moment of thought. It wasn’t every day that the kids planned a wedding, after all. 

The kids’ faces lit up with joy like little Christmas trees. If he hadn’t wanted to do this, he would’ve felt compelled now. 

“And we could make them paper rings,” Minghao suggested with a little smile. “They would last longer than flowers.”

The kids screamed in excitement.

You leaned closer to your boyfriend, eyeing the kids suspiciously as you did so. “They’re being weird.”

Too busy to even look up —Seokmin was neck-deep in his emails—, he hummed. “Weird how?”

“Like … quiet weird.”

His attention was fully on you now. “Oh, that’s no good.”

“Look at them!” you whispered and nodded towards where the kids were supposed to be playing on the carpet. 

Instead of messing around with little trucks and dolls and teddy bears, they were braiding ribbons into each others’ hair and handing out cards and whispering secrets. You felt like you’d entered an alternate dimension. 

Seokmin raised a single brow and nodded. “Okay, this is scary.”

“Should we—” you hesitated, “—do something?”

He shrugged. “But what if we do something and they get noisy and crazy again?”

“Good point.”

The big hour was growing nearer. The kids were buzzing with excitement, ready to see their plan in action. In half an hour, it would be time to go outside to play games and throw the biggest party of their lives. 

“Okay, do we have everything?” Minsoo asked, standing in the middle of the circle on the carpet. She glanced towards the teachers’ desks – the married-couple-to-be were still unaware of their plans and working on something on their computer. She was happy with the sight, for now, and turned back to her co-conspirators. “Invitations?”

“All given out,” Jaemin replied.

“Confetti?”

“Pencil or rose petal?” Sohyun wondered. She received no answer. “Well, I have both.”

“Perfect,” Minsoo approved and continued checking her mental wedding list. “Rings?”

Bomin – universally recognised as the resident expert in paper crafts – held two rings out on his palm. The other kids made noises of approval. 

“Music?” 

Eunji nodded and hummed in confirmation. She was the only kid in the group to have a phone, even if it did only let her call her mom, listen to about fifteen songs and play Candy Crush. By all accounts, she was the coolest kid in town.

“Priest?” 

Silence. The kids turned to look at Yunho who let out a whine and slumped backwards until he was lying on the ground. “Why do I have to be the priest?”

“Because it’s a boring people job,” Sohyun told him with utter seriousness and all he could do was sigh in defeat.

Mina held up her hand and asked, “Shouldn’t we get Miss (Y/n) a wedding dress?”

“No, because she’s already pretty,” was the general consensus. 

Minsoo looked at her friends, her companions, her co-conspirators, her little minions. She nodded in approval. “People, we have a wedding to do.”

“Kids, don’t wander too far off,” you reminded them gently as they rushed outside in a single file. Somehow it felt like they were even more enthusiastic about playing outside than usual. 

Odd, you thought and pushed the thought out of your head. It had, after all, been an overall strange day. Then again, the weather was lovely and you suspected you would’ve been similarly excited if you were in their shoes. 

Still, it was weird that they were all heading in the same direction as if led by an invisible tour guide.

Seokmin nudged your side. “You’re right. They are being weird today.”

“Right?” Your brows furrowed. “What is up with them?”

“You know, I think they might have heard our fight this morning.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Honey, they asked me if we were breaking up as soon as I got to the room. I am sure they heard us.”

“Maybe that’s why they’re so weird,” he concluded with a click of his tongue before turning to you. “I’m glad you forgave me though. I’m sorry for being so dumb.”

A sigh forced its way out of your body. “You’re not dumb. You’re just … less hesitant than me.” Your fingers brushed against yours. “You know I want a future with you, I just— It hasn’t been all that long.”

“It’s been two years and eight months,” he supplied with a quiet chuckle but there was no malice behind those words. He leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “But who’s counting? Not me.”

“Right,” you deadpanned and jabbed him in the ribs with all the force of a bumblebee crashing into a human body. Your fingers wrapped around his and gave them a squeeze. “Just give me some time, okay? Soon, but not yet.”

“Soon, but not yet,” he parroted with a smile that said he was more than willing to wait.

The padding of feet pulled you out of the moment. In front of you stood Jaemin, hands politely behind his back, cheeks flushed red from the spring chill. He cleared his throat. 

“You need to come with me,” he declared and didn’t bother to wait for an answer before heading right back where he came from.

You shared a look with your boyfriend. “Did he mean the both of us?”

“I think so,” he said and shrugged before following after the boy. You sighed and did the same. 

The world came to a standstill for just a moment when you reached the old tree in the middle of the yard. It seemed that all of the kids had gathered exactly there, forming two neat groups with a little path between them leading to Yunho wearing glasses that were certainly not his own and a top hat. Mingyu and Minghao stood on either side of him with wide mischievous grins, in on a scheme that had clearly been created under your nose without you ever suspecting a thing. 

“What is this?” you asked no one in particular. 

“Your wedding!” Minsoo declared as Jaemin all but dragged your boyfriend to the other end of the makeshift path. 

Seokmin wore a puzzled smile as Mingyu started dusting his jacket and fixing his hair like a fuzzy mother. “Our what?”

“Wedding,” the kids repeated in unison like it was the most obvious thing. When you still stared at them with nothing but confusion in your eyes, they let out a collection of little sighs. 

Sohyun called out, “You’re getting married!”

“We are?” 

“Yes!” 

“Why?” Seokmin wondered while dodging Mingyu’s attempts to straighten his collar. “How come?”

“Because you had a fight and then Miss (Y/n) said you two were having a bad day,” Minsoo explained to you like you two were the five-year-old ones and they were the much more experienced adults. “And my mom always says she was the happiest on her wedding day, so now you are getting married so your day can be happy too.”

No one could argue with logic. You admitted defeat and let the girls adjust your clothes and put a little flower into your hair.

When they were done, like the woman on a mission that she was, Minsoo handed you a single red rose – a real one, you noted in astonishment – and held out her hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you did as expected. 

The moment your fingers touched hers, you almost burst out laughing when you heard the beginning notes of ‘Love Is an Open Door’. 

With a proud grin on her face, she led you down the aisle towards the old tree – towards your boyfriend. You really did start laughing when the kids began throwing flower petals onto your path. 

“You guys put a lot of thought into this, huh?” you asked.

She only smiled and led you to the make-shift altar made of an old tree log. You stood next to Seokmin who offered you a matching amused smile and took your hand from hers, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“We’re getting married,” he whispered as if he couldn’t believe it.

Frankly, you couldn’t either. Especially when just this morning you had been arguing over this very thing. Funny how the universe works, you thought and stepped closer to his side. “We’re getting married.”

“Ladies and gentlemans,” Yunho began in a faux-official tone as soon as the song ended, holding a notebook up like he could read, “we are here to marry Miss (Y/n) and Mister Minnie. Does anybody object?”

Silence filled the yard. You glanced back to find the kids giving each other glares as if to dare the other to make even a squeak. One could rest assured violence would erupt if the smallest sound was heard. 

Yunho seemed to breathe out in relief before continuing, “Do you, Mister Minnie, take Miss (Y/n) as your wife?”

“I do,” Seokmin told him, not even bothering to fight his giggles. 

“Stop laughing! This is a serious matter!” Sohyun scolded him from the first row. 

Seokmin schooled his expression and cleared his throat, standing up straighter as if he was a mere soldier that had just received an order from his commanding officer. With all the seriousness he could muster, he repeated, “I do.”

“Good,” Yunho approved and turned to you. “Do you, Miss (Y/n), take Mister Minnie as your husband?”

You nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Perfect! Then I announce you–”

“The vows! Don’t forget the vows!” Bomin called out from the crowd.

Jaemin gasped. “And the rings!”

Yunho seemed a little overwhelmed by the demands of the many but quickly gathered himself. “Right. Mister Minnie, do you have any vows?”

Seokmin’s lips twitched. “Sure.”

“You do?” you gasped and turned to him. “Well, come on then.”

“Do you not have vows for me then?” He pressed his free hand to his chest, feigning a wound. 

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realise I would be getting married today, so…”

“Then you’d better think quick because these kids are ruthless,” Mingyu leaned over to tell you.

Seokmin chuckled and cleared his throat once more. He took your other hand in his as well. “My (Y/n), my beloved, my moon, my stars, my sunshine–”

“This was a mistake,” you heard one of the kids mumble in the crowd, clearly disgusted by the amount of honorifics your boyfriend had decided to bestow upon you. Maybe she wasn’t the romantic type. 

“–I love you and I adore you. I didn’t expect to marry you today but, well, here we are, getting married, today, right here. They say that if you find the one you love, you feel like you can live forever. I am glad you’ve chosen me to spend your forever with.”

The kids cooed and awwed and squealed in delight. You would’ve joined them if you didn’t feel so suspiciously close to crying. 

“It’s your turn,” Yunho whispered to you after a moment of silence. 

You blinked back to reality and squeezed Seokmin’s hands. “Alright, well, I didn’t have anything prepared but… I can’t imagine a life without you in it, Seokmin. I can’t imagine waking up to anything other than your attempts at coffee. I can’t imagine coming to work to the sound of anything other than your singing. You mean everything to me. This wedding came as a surprise but I am so glad it did because it means I can marry the man of my dreams.”

The children erupted into cheers as Minghao held out two rings for you to take. Seokmin slipped one around your ring finger with gentle, nervous grace. You did the same for him and smiled wide when he leaned forward to kiss your lips. 

Boys fought grimaces of disgust while girls giggled and squealed in delight. ‘Love Is an Open Door’ commenced playing once again as Yunho ushered you back down the aisle to be showered in flower confetti.

“Not at all what I thought they were planning,” Seokmin leaned towards you to whisper. “I did not expect this.”

“Is it weird that I’m not mad about it?” you asked and rested your head against his shoulder. “I know I said I wasn’t ready for marriage this morning but–”

“As far as I care, this marriage is all that counts,” he told you with a giddy smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. He held his left hand out for you to see, wriggling his fingers to show off his new paper jewellery. “I have a ring to prove it now.”

[kabsey]

Spite paced the nursery with a scowl while Lucanis rocked his wailing son and wondered how long it would be before Spite launched into his new nightly rant. Not long, as it turned out. The demon stopped in front of the rocking chair and thrust an accusing finger in their direction. Lucanis didn't know if it was meant for him or the infant in his arms. Knowing Spite, probably both.

"I was writing. To Curiosity," Spite snapped.

"I know, Spite," Lucanis replied. "And I apologize. But Enzo needs me awake right now. We talked about how this would happen, remember?"

Violet eyes settled on his son, and Spite growled. "Why does? It scream? It is fed. It is dry. What does? It want?"

Lucanis shook his head. "I don't think he knows what he wants. I think he is just confused."

Spite tilted his head like a bird. "Confused?"

"Until three days ago, all he knew was the inside of Rook's belly," Lucanis explained. "It was warm and dark and quiet. Now he is in a new world that is bright and cold and loud, and he doesn't know what to make of it." He offered Spite a weary smile. "Sound familiar?"

Spite continued to assess the baby for a few long moments, and then he settled into their body alongside Lucanis. They had long since learned how to inhabit the space together, and even as Lucanis's vision tinted violet, his son was still cradled safely in his own arms. The glow from their eyes caught Enzo's attention, and though his cries did not stop, they did quiet just a bit.

"This world is—" Spite began, and Enzo startled, his wails cutting off abruptly at Spite's volume.

Softly, Lucanis reminded him.

He felt their lips twist in another scowl, but when Spite spoke again, his voice was quiet.

"This world is. Not so bad. Lucanis and Rook. Will help. There are candles. And fire. And messes. You will be good. At messes. I think."

Lucanis chuckled. Perhaps he should have been alarmed at the thought of what trouble his son and Spite might create together, but they would simply have to deal with it as it came. He imagined it was not unlike a family with a large dog: he and Rook would have to watch them carefully, but he suspected that in time, once Spite and Enzo had bonded, Spite would be just as fiercely protective of him as he was of Lucanis and his wife.

That bonding was not to start quite yet, however. Having adjusted to the novelty of Spite's glowing eyes, Enzo screwed up his face and resumed his wailing. With the mental equivalent of throwing up his hands, Spite left their body and headed for the door.

"I'm going back. To the bedroom," he grumbled.

Once he was gone, Lucanis also rose from the rocking chair. Perhaps a change of scenery was in order for him and Enzo as well.

"Come on, mijito," he sighed. "Let's see if you like the smell of brewing coffee."

[naomi-nana]

✎ᝰ. back to friends . twisted wonderland

he confessed, but your reaction was anything other than what he expected. he shouldn't have told you about his feelings at all.

featuring : azul, idia, malleus

cw : gn!reader, angst, bad grammars, not proofread

a/n : sorry for the delay in getting out requests, but i really want to write this after listening to back to friends by sombr lol ╰(*°▽°*)╯i promise u i will continue writing the requests after this. pls enjoy! i wrote this in one sitting lol:P

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

azul is spiraling. he's drowning in regret as he watched the moment you turned your back at him. why did he confess to you? he was such a fool for believing someone like you would fall for him. you're easily way out of his league.

he can do anything to get you to like him back—contracts, persuasion, anything. but he didn't do any of those things, because what azul felt for you was like no other. he fell for you, and he looks at you with childlike awe.

you're not someone who can be bought with money, and you're not someone whose feelings he wants to buy. he wants to obtain your love through his own effort without using anything else.

he can't help but stare at the empty table in mostro lounge—one that he reserved for you to sit on every time you visit. but now it's empty; and it's his fault.

he wished he could turn back time and change what happened, or that he could've been brave enough to chase after you just to have some closure. but he didn't—because beneath all his theatrics, azul is scared. heck, he didn't even look at you when he confessed.

he wants to pretend that he can go back to how things were. but how can he, when even the silence you left behind is louder than anything he has ever heard? he sighs in frustration as he rips yet another script he was going to use to talk to you.

though one day, when azul walked by your empty table for the nth time, he saw a note. and it was from you. he quickly snatched it before anyone can see it. when he opened the note with trembling hands and saw what was inside, his shoulder dropped in quiet devastation.

"heya, azul. i couldn't find you at all, so i left you this letter. i appreciate you confessing your feelings to me, but i don't think we can work out. i'm so sorry, let's stay as friends, okay?"

he sighed as he took out a pen from his pocket and wrote, "but of course! i do not mind in the slightest, name." with shaky hands.

maybe in another universe this could work.

IDIA SHROUD

idia is not sure where it all went wrong. one moment you're sharing jokes and laughter with him through voice calls, and the next, you completely avoid him.

he can't help but blame himself with how pathetic he is right now. why is he getting distracted by romance? why did he have to fall and confess his love to you? why did he have to destroy everything? friends aren't supposed to fall in love.

he wished he could reach out to you before you walked out of his room a few days ago—he wished he could make things right again. say something like, "nah jk, lolol. no way i'd fall in love with you." but he didn't. because what he felt for you was not a joke.

when ortho told him that you wanted to talk with him but was too scared to reach out first, idia stared at his monitor for a few moments—contemplating what to text you.

should he just say the truth and tell you that he still has feelings for you? or should he just scratch all of that and say that he was just joking? should he ... not text you at all?

idiot, he mutters to himself under his breath as he types a sentence and quickly deletes it all. he scratches his neck in frustration—he can't just ask ortho to give him a template to text you. because you're not anyone, you're his precious friend.

friend? are the two of you really only a friend? but you approached him at orientation. you helped him avoid the ultimate extroverts at school. you genuinely smiled at him. you even visited his sacred gaming lair a couple of times. so, what are we?

ping!

you glanced at your phone when you heard a message notification. it was idia who texted you. you nervously picked your phone up and read the message.

"hi, srry 'bout yesterday. i was jk, lolol. wanna play some games?" you stare at the message for what felt like minutes. it's not what you wanted, but it's more than you expected. with a smile, you typed back, "yeah, sure. why not?"

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus wonders if this is simply part of being human—to hold something dear, only for it to slip out of his grasp so easily. is it his fault for confessing? but he was just being honest. he was just telling you what he was feeling towards you.

he didn't expect you to simply smile softly at him and leave quietly. is this how humans accept love? he thought to himself as he watched you walk away from him. or, is this how they reject and deny the feelings they have?

malleus does not beg, he does not chase. but when he sees your face shift into something else right as he uttered the word, 'love', he wants to run up to you and embrace you in his arms—begging for you to accept him.

but is that what you want? is he going to be selfish and disregard what you feel? no, he's not like that. instead, malleus simply stood still almost every night at the place he confessed, silently hoping you'd return.

and return you did. you were just as startled as malleus was when you suddenly locked eyes with the dragon. you opened your mouth to talk, but so does malleus draconia. "... malleus. you're here." you muttered, yet your gaze was anywhere but on him.

"so are you, child of man. i apologize for appearing desperate, but i can assure you i am not." he smiled, though not a genuine one. you both only stared at each other, silently hoping that either of you would break the silent first.

"name," he spoke, staring at your eyes. "i am sorry for being selfish yesterday. i was not in the right mind, and i ended up disregarding your feelings completely. we can stay as friends, if you'd like." he hoped you won't. he hoped that you'll want to be more than that.

you pursed your lips nervously. you do love him, but you're too scared to admit your feelings. what if your friendship is destroyed just because of this? what if, instead of becoming friends right after, you become strangers instead?

"... sure. we can stay as friends."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

[monstersflashlight]

I know this is the monster fucking blog but can you do wholesome monster loving with the Tree Hole Debacle?

Like the reader bringing a picnic to the nature spirit?

A/N: You can find part 1 here, part 2 here, and part 3 (patreon exclusive) here. This is just very fluffy and soft and the furthest for horny ever, but I really enjoyed writing it, hope y’all enjoy reading it!

Forest entity: Picnics and situationships

Forest entity x fem!reader || sfw

Every time you’ve come to the forest, it’s with a secret intention.

Well, maybe not so secret because he always finds you and ends up giving you so much pleasure that you spend days in a dazed fog of post orgasm bliss. Let’s say it’s a secret intention for plot’s sake. Isn’t that what the cool kids say nowadays? Making bad choices… for the plot? Maybe you’re too old for that.

Anyway, you feel really bad because he always brings you pleasure but you don’t even try to befriend him. It must be lonely to live all alone in the forest. Or maybe it wasn’t, but how can you know? It’s not like you ever tried to talk to him when he was fucking you senseless… Okay, you weren’t the only one to blame for that- but you wanted to remedy it.

So here you are, parking your car and grabbing a basket full of food and a big plaid blanket. You take the compass out and follow it until you find yourself in a clearing. You know he should be around here, but you try to act nonchalant as you set your blanket on the ground and prepare your little basket with food.

It takes him less than five minutes to show up, emerging from the forest as his vines move around his body, giving him a kind of godly aura that makes your pussy tingly. Down girl, you remind yourself, we aren’t here for that.

“What are you doing here, human?” He asks. You can’t answer before he’s continuing. “The forest doesn’t want any offerings. I thought you’d be done after last time.” If you didn’t know better you’d say he’s smug about it. Truth be told, he can be smug about it. The things he did to you? Yeah, you still think about them every time you touch yourself.

“I- I didn’t come for that. I’m here to… To have a picnic,” you let out, which is technically correct. You try not to blush too hard, your whole body shivering at the intensity of his stare.

“In my forest?” He says, tilting his head to the side. You nod. “Why?”

“I just wanted to,” you lie.

He catches you instantly, making you feel even more embarrassed. “Lie. Try again.”

“I like nature,” another lie.

“Lie. Try again,” he repeats, almost as if he’s amused.

“Ugh. Okay. I just… I felt bad for always coming here to get fucked and I thought… I thought maybe we could spend some time together.”

“Why?” He asks, again.

“Why not?” You fire back, sounding like a five year old and wanting to stick your tongue out at him.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you just need to go back to your house and stop thinking a literal forest entity has some kind of hurt feelings over fucking you dumb. You’re about to get up and gather everything to run away as fast as possible, but he stops you with one of his vines. He approaches you very carefully, as if he’s trying not to scare you away. His beauty feels forbidden in this light, and you almost have to look away as he sits in front of you, not on the blanket, but close enough.

He doesn’t say much, he doesn’t eat anything, but he seems to enjoy watching you talk and eat some of the snacks you brought. He looks curious as you tell him stuff about your life, so you go in deeper details, telling him about your day, your job, your friends… He never stops looking interested, and he even blooms some flowers when you say something particularly amusing to him.

It’s… really nice.

Like a gentleman, or more like a gentle-entity, he walks you to your car when the light starts to fade. He claims it’s because humans have poor vision (which is true), but you want to think it’s because he wants to spend a little more time with you.

Your suspicions are confirmed when he stops in front of your car. “I like to spend more time with you, human. I won’t be opposed to do it again. I’ll be waiting,” he says before disappearing into the forest again.

Well, shit.

Did you just get yourself into a situationship?

[gtzgoblin]

I've been thinking about this episode all week because I'm gonna have to watch it again with my kid this weekend but I just can't get over Belinda. She started off such a strong character, she was calling the Doctor out on his shit, she didn't want to be there, he was being almost sinister in his attempts to keep her with him and like the time didn't pass for her to be the way she was in the Space Eurovision episode never mind the end of the last one.

Now don't get me wrong, I have a kid, I would go into the box with my kid in a second if there was any risk there. I understand why Belinda did that in character at that moment. But when she vanished, the only person bothered by that was Ruby (which I did feel terrible for her about, don't get me wrong, I was desperate to give her a cuddle coz she's been hard done by these last two series as the Doctor dropped in and destroyed her life as ever). If Belinda had given any sort of unease (in the series to suggest she was a mother and time had changed or at the end when Ruby was creating) I'd be more open to the ending but, like, the Doctor has then saddled this woman with a little kid she had no knowledge of before the event - he literally changed time to make it so - and Poppy didn't even turn out to be his. Now Belinda has an ex and has to work nights and it just could have been written so much better even without changing the ending if they really had to go there - but they didn't! The other weird baby went to Carla. In the Space Babies ep Poppy wanted the Doctor and Ruby to be her parents. Ruby was the one who knew she was gone and cared. I don't understand why Belinda ended up with her when she'd shown absolutely no wish for a kid outside of a situation where she was brainwashed.

And on top of that why was Ruby the only one who knew? Why couldn't Belinda be the special one in that occasion? Her character was just watered down through the series and like, the companions have their flaws, but I've been watching s11 and by the end of that series Yaz has tonnes more depth and she's much younger and much more wobbly in herself (due to age). Amy Pond had a similar storyline and it broke my heart.

The episode itself, and most of the series, I've enjoyed on a surface level (that left me with a bad taste in my mouth admittedly) but that's all down to the acting of the cast, who have been wonderful. Ncuti, Millie, Varada, all of the UNIT cast, Anita Dobson and Archie Panjabi were fantastic (and the Ranis exit sucked too, what a let down) I hated Conrad because Jonah Hauer-King was so good (when Ruby was going on about his dad my heart stopped coz me and my husband had a bet on whether the Master and Lucy Saxon were his parents).

I get that things out of the series' control happened, and things had to change because of it, but everyone deserves a good send off and that send off for poor Ncuti was not only lacklustre (excluding Jodie, but again, she didn't need to be there) but overshadowed as much as his first one (still not over DT getting an award for the regeneration when it was Jodie's exit) which is absolute bullshit for the MAIN CHARACTER of the show. He should have had a better, more pointed regeneration. Even the Rani hitting him with a damn laser or Omega getting him (I'd rather we forgot about Omega altogether though, that also sucked) would've been better than him changing time for no reason.

And why couldn't he have gone to find the real Poppy on his way out, seen her happy with her family, or brought those babies back to earth where someone could've looked after them instead of making Belinda a one-dimensional incubator and happy about it?

Ugh, go back to the £5 budget and filler episodes running down corridors that are flashing red against a Dalek, or something bad CGI with big teeth please. Two of my favourite ever episodes are the Jodie one with the Dalek and the time loop and the Matt one in that hotel with the minotaur and they were just classic Doctor Who: show string budget, non-compicated plot, some cool companion events, the Doctor shows off after thinking it's all doomed.

That's better than this.

(P.S. did I misinterpret the genetic bomb thing? Is that how the Master wiped them all out or not? If so, how did he keep some of them in the cybersuits (I'm guessing he chose specific people he hated most to be exempt), he'll be furious at bigeneration (I stand by that that's a stupid concept though I'm glad Anita is still lurking somewhere), and also how did the Doctor then bigenerate if he's not technically a Time Lord? Is he a Time Lord? I never got the nuance of that so decided to just ignore it...)

(P.P.S I fucking hate gimmicks so I'm not touching that regeneration with a barge pole)

(P.P.P.S if DT doctor regenerates will he regenerate, will he turn into Ncuti again, will he turn into someone else, go backwards into Jodie, or will he just explode and destroy the earth?)

if you asked me a week ago how i thought 15 would die i would have guessed succumbing to his injuries after rescuing rogue from hell and dying homosexually in his arms but. no. instead he dies forcing a baby onto a woman who has never shown interest in motherhood. great...

[gimmethatagustd]

morals on sundays | myg

You're still in love with your ex-boyfriend. Yoongi offers some help to get over him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: PWP, friends with benefits, post-break up, fluff, light angst, smut

Word Count: 2,177

Content Warning: Making out, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus

A/N: As usual, I wrote this with scrambled eggs for brains and never proofread it, so if you see any errors, no you didn't

Soundtrack: Jessie Reyez, 6LACK - Imported

Lately, you’ve felt like disappearing – not into a crowded city street in another country or down an unlit dirt road into the unknown, but into the warm folds of Yoongi’s hoodie. You’re already halfway there, with your fingers interlaced with his, shoved into the large front pocket, and your face tucked into his shoulder. 

“Fuck, I hate taking the bus,” he curses, his words turning into a cloud that disappears into the cold air. 

“How much time do we have?” 

Yoongi turns his head, and his lips briefly touch the cold curve of your ear. 

“You’re mumbling. What’d you say?”

“How much time until it comes?” You squint up at him, cheek still pressed against his shoulder. It’s too warm here to want to move. 

“Can’t check the app on my phone unless you give me my hands.” 

“No.” 

Yoongi chuckles and jostles your head by bobbing his shoulders. 

“I thought our date would cheer you up.” His complaint is playful, eyes sparkling in the streetlights when he returns his gaze to the empty road. You should have gotten a taxi. 

“I’m gonna die alone. Doesn’t matter how much late-night pizza I eat or how many stupid action movies I watch,” you grumble into Yoongi’s shoulder. 

“Even when the action movie lead has a super hot sex scene that’s poorly timed and irrelevant to the plot?” 

“Nope.”

“Even when the coolest guy on the entire planet was the one who took you?” Yoongi smiles cheekily, his gaze back on you. He wiggles his shoulders again, hard enough to bounce your head. 

Annoyed, you straighten up, hands still shoved in his pockets. The movie wasn’t that bad. The pizza was actually great. You’re just depressed. 

“I didn’t think it would take this long…” You whisper into the little space between your body and Yoongi’s. He knows you aren’t talking about the bus. 

Yoongi squeezes your hands inside his hoodie. The rest of you might be freezing in the winter night air, but at least Yoongi keeps your hands warm. He keeps your heart warm, too, with his sincere gaze when he looks at you. 

“You were too good for him.” 

Yoongi’s right. He’s always right. 

You’re sufficiently frozen by the time the bus finally arrives. Yoongi pays for you both because he’s trying to make life easy. No bumps in the road, no unnecessary stress. He lets you sit in a window seat so you can stare out at the blurry night scenery and have your sad main character moment for as long as it takes to get to your apartment. 

Once you arrive, he follows you inside and heads straight to the kitchen while you slump down the hall to your bedroom. The cold seeps so deeply into your bones that the sweatpants and sweater you change into barely help increase your body temperature. 

Maybe it’s because the sweatpants and sweater are your ex-boyfriend’s, and the universe wants to keep your body as cold as his heart was. 

In the kitchen, Yoongi uses a wooden spoon to stir hot chocolate in a small pot, your favorite kind that comes in a block of chocolate that melts with milk. It’s likely been years since Yoongi has made you hot chocolate. Cozy winter nights indoors were once commonplace, the two of you alternating between apartments to make each other snacks and treat cuddles like currency. The appearance of your ex put an end to the comfort you shared with Yoongi. It put an end to most things that brought you comfort. 

As you expect, Yoongi has two mugs out on the counter. You reach for yours, twisting it in your hands as you wait for him to finish. 

“Remember when Spongebob tried to become best friends with Squidward instead of Patrick?” Yoongi asks, turning off the stove. He uses a ladle to pour hot chocolate into his pink mug, then pours some into your yellow one. 

“Yes.” 

“He was Squidward. I’m just mad I didn’t get to blow up his house–” Yoongi laughs and nearly spills his drink when you smack him in the arm, “–with bubbles! With bubbles. I’m not homicidal.” 

Rolling your eyes, you set down your mug next to Yoongi’s, both drinks too hot to drink quickly. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, hooking your finger into his hoodie pocket and tugging lightly, the action absentminded. You keep your eyes cast downward because you don’t want him to see your tears if they run. “I’m sorry I’ve been in such a shitty mood. I know it’s been a while, but, it just… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about him, and everything fucking hurts…” 

Yoongi slips his fingers under your sleeve and circles your wrist, pulling your hand away from his pocket so he can lace your fingers together. They’re so much warmer now, defrosted by the heat blasting through your apartment and Yoongi’s hot chocolate. 

“Maybe you could start by not wearing his clothes?” Yoongi offers quietly. “Can’t imagine it’s easy to get over someone when you keep them on your body like that.” 

You sniffle and nod. Again, Yoongi is always right. 

“Easier said than done…” you mumble, giving him a weak smile when you finally meet his eyes. There’s something there in his expression, something that seems different. 

You don’t move away when Yoongi steps closer, even when he has you backed against the counter, even when you feel like you’re going to swallow your heart. 

“I could take them off for you,” Yoongi says softly. He lets go of your sleeve to pinch the hem of your sweater, tugging it lightly. “If you can’t do it, I can.” 

“Yeah?” You feel out of breath, maybe because you suck in your stomach when Yoongi’s fingers brush against it. 

“Yeah,” he echoes, fingers sliding along your ribs as he pushes your sweater up. “So you can get over him.” 

It’s a terrible idea, but your stomach flutters when he looks at you with sleepy eyes weighed down by the late hour and lust. He bites his bottom lip, and you feel your resolve slip as easily as Yoongi’s fingers do beneath your clothes. 

“I want to.” The declaration is desperate, and for a moment, you can’t do anything but stare into Yoongi’s eyes with an all-consuming sadness that eats at your insides, gnawing on bones and biting holes into your lungs. “God, Yoongi, I want to.” 

Yoongi touches his forehead to yours, making you close your eyes because he’s too close and you’re too much of a coward. 

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers. His voice is as gentle as his hands on your bare waist, his thumbs caressing your sensitive skin. 

You raise your arms for Yoongi to pull off your sweater. He’s confident when he squeezes your tits, doesn’t even seem caught off guard when he realizes you’re not wearing anything under the sweater. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples as he leans in to kiss you, his tongue tasting sweet from the hot chocolate when he flicks it against yours. 

“Yoongi,” you call out with an airy sigh that harmonizes nicely with the sound of him sucking open-mouthed kisses down your neck. 

“Hmm?” Yoongi hums against the base of your throat, the vibration sending a tingling sensation straight to your clit. He keeps one hand on the counter beside your waist, caging you in, while his other hand cups your pussy over your sweatpants. 

“Oh,” you gasp, your hands immediately finding Yoongi’s firm shoulders when he starts rubbing your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers lower to press against your entrance, soaking the fabric. 

“These are his, too, right?” 

“Y-yes,” you moan as Yoongi pulls down your sweatpants, taking your underwear with them. 

You can’t say you never thought about how attractive Yoongi is; it’s hard to ignore. It’s just that Yoongi is your best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, you don’t know if you’d be able to survive losing him, too. You love him. 

But you also love your ex. 

It’s hard to think about that, though, with two of Yoongi’s fingers pumping in and out of your pussy. They’re long, reaching deeper than your own can when you finger yourself, always late at nice when you’re lonely. It never feels good after. The clarity always seems to hit too quickly, like being dunked in a pool of ice water. 

Three months. That’s how long it’s been since another person touched you, since you found out your ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you. You didn’t realize how much you missed it until you’ve got your head thrown back and your thighs quivering as Yoongi fucks you with his fingers. You nearly climb up the counter, both wanting him to touch you more and trying to get away because it’s too good. 

Your ex never searched for the spot that would make your legs shake, but Yoongi does. He curls his fingers against your front wall and keeps up his rhythm, moving with your body when you can’t control where it goes. 

“Fuck, right there.” You’re burning up, veins turned to lava that’s rushing toward your core as Yoongi fucks you closer and closer to your orgasm until you’re on the verge of tears because you haven’t been touched in so long and you’re so lonely and you weren’t good enough. You weren’t enough. 

“Wanna make you cum,” Yoongi groans, deep and gravelly, between licking a stripe up your tits and sucking your nipples. 

“Please,” you moan, “Please, I’m so close.” 

Your arousal gushes around his fingers, slicking them up and making your pussy squelch when Yoongi flutters them inside you. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, almost too hard. It stops you from bucking your hips, but you can barely stand as it is. 

Yoongi’s lips are back on yours, red from sucking your nipples until it hurt. He whispers against your lips and opens his mouth to let you suck on his tongue with a pathetic whimper. 

“Not yet, though.” 

“Wha– Yoongi, no–” It’s embarrassing how loudly you cry out when Yoongi slips his fingers out of your pussy. You feel the fire in your core simmer until you’re left with a painfully throbbing clit and your juices smeared on your inner thighs. 

“Shhh, you know I always take care of you.” Yoongi shuts you up with a bite to your bottom lip. He leans down slightly to squeeze the backs of your thighs and hoist you up onto the counter. “Lean back.” 

The cold marble counter sends shivers across your body, but it can’t keep up with the heat of Yoongi’s mouth on your pussy. He kisses your lips so gently that you think you might actually cry before he pushes your thighs back, opening you up. 

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Yoongi goes straight for your clit, sucking on it as he swirls his tongue around it. You dig your hands into his hair and tug the strands hard enough to make him moan into your pussy. “Use your, use–” 

Yoongi laps at your click in quick, consistent bursts that fall in line with the tempo he’s fucking to with two fingers again. His free hand presses against your lower abdomen, keeping your body taunt so you don’t buck into his face or curl inward. It’s bad enough that you can’t stop your legs from shaking when one rests on his shoulder and the other draped over the crook of his arm. 

It’s messy and loud, Yoongi licking and sucking your pussy like he really is trying to empty your mind of everything but the way the tip of his hot, wet tongue feels swirling your clit and the stretch of his fingers when he slips a third inside you and focuses on massaging the sensitive part of your walls. It’s working. He completely consumes your senses, down to how gorgeous he looks staring at you from between your thighs. 

Your Yoongi, fingerfucking you and sucking your clit like you’re his favorite meal. 

You try not to bang your head against the counter when you finally cum, instead forcing the overwhelming energy into pulling Yoongi’s hair to keep his face in your pussy. He continues fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, to the point that you can’t lie still any longer. 

“Yoongi, oh my god, Yoongi, it’s too much,” you whimper and gasp, thighs closing around his head until he finally eases his fingers out of you. 

Strings of your arousal connect his lips with your pussy until he swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, cutting them off. His bangs are pushed off his forehead and his hair sticks up from you pulling on it, but his eyes sparkle and cheeks are just as rosy as his pink, slicked-up lips. 

“Shit,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning over you on the counter to kiss you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth and lets you suck your juices from it. 

You think you taste better on Yoongi’s tongue than on your ex’s.

@rkiveslibrary @mar-lo-pap @iadelicacy

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Let the Horny Tata Agenda Continue (AKA Happy Pride)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

June 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Knock Out (Fri WeTV ) ep 4 of 12 - Oh they are great together and I adore them but I'm so nervous about how soon in the arc they're in the sack. This pacing usually means dark times are coming for our boys in the 2nd half. I would’ve preferred a slow burn and external conflict. I sense a breakup and lots of angsty trauma incoming.

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - This show is foolishly good, emphasis on fool. I love Jun getting some of his own back. Biting off more than he can chew. Erm... sucking down more than he can swallow? I think Sorn may have a neck fetish and I support this kink. I adore him defending his chew toy against yet another HR violation. Add in some honorific negotiation? I'm so happy. I love that they actually let the lipstick lesbians' lipstick get all messy. Sorn showed his hand a bit with the “want to be her daughter-in-law?” line. Delightful. Carry on absurd sexy show, you might actually be a kind of BL surrealist art. I haven't decided yet but I'm enjoying the journey.

Reset (Mon iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - Pond & Peterpan (we love this idea) in yet another celebrity melodrama? Srs? (Yes it's a 2025 trend.) And another time travel thing? Oh boy. (10 points if you get THAT joke, also, you're old.)

And yet... I love it. It's riveting. They cast two very charismatic leads. It’s engaging for all that it's not a very original concept. Does originality it matter when the team is this good? It’s reminding me of a mixture of My Stand In + Triage. And I’m not mad about that combination. I didn’t know I wanted it, but apparently I did. I’m gonna enjoy my Monday nights for the next couple of months.

Pit Babe 2 (Fri iQIYI) ep 6 of 13 - Babe should have let Charlie beat up Willy, everyone would’ve enjoyed that. Bf putting his own superpowers to good use. It was fun to see Alan go all Daddy on Babe though.

I just want Kenta & Kim to quietly become this solid stable judgy couple sitting on the sidelines and observing all the other chaos gays around them while going home together shacking up and eating.

Look by all measures this is a Very Silly Show. But I grin like a fool most of the time i’m watching it, so who tf cares? 

Eye Contact (Weds WeTV) ep 4 of 12 - it’s hilarious that we think the dad is going to step in and ruin everything, when instead he just pushes them closer together. I did have a chuckle at the reversal of that particular trope. Fun times. Next week looks bad tho. Like bad BAD.

Speaking of bad. The acting in this one so awful it’s beyond awkward. Everyone except Tora of course, who is experienced at the genre. That said, I would still like to see the actor playing Chain in a lead. He is so pretty and I am so shallow.

The BangkokBoy (Sat Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - Sun is so baby. Yet again I would like more BL and less gangster.

The Next Prince (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 14 - The dad suddenly being interested does not read as authentic to me. Even though I think he is meant to be a sympathetic character. Wildly amused by the matching cream lace men’s lingerie on our side couple. I guess that’s a thing in BLandia now. Please make it a thing. I do like their dynamic and that our pet is given agency within his whipping boy relationship. JimmyOhm give good kiss, tf! 

I did enjoy the sequence of them all at the club together dancing, Royals on the loose. Cutie vallet getting picked up in background! You go baby! A pleasant sojourn for all. Minus the fighting, I guess. Look here, a bodyguard with a rain phobia in a part of the world where there is a rainy season and monsoons is patently ridiculous. He should not be doing that job. Excuse for kisses I guess. But honestly I couldn't be less interested in the leads.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 7 of 12 - OK so everybody is officially boyfriends now, how we gonna drag this into 12 eps? They are all v so cute! Even the teachers. Especially the teachers. They are my favorite. They are adorable. Wish the show was entirely about them. Cute cuddling and all but SHOES ON COUCH!  

My Sweetheart Jom (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - I’m not mad about this being Yoon’s era of playing everybody’s hot older brother. Also I’m enjoying this show more now that I’m watching it on a faster speed. I don’t like to do that with Thai stuff (because I’m trying to get better at the language) but this one is just taking too much out of me on normal speed. So it's at 1.5 now and I gotta say, much easier to swallow.

I Promise I Will Come Back (Mon WeTV) ep 3 of 10 - I'm not wild about this but also I have to point out that this would be a lot worse if the leads were not seasoned BL actors. which is not to say that this show is good, cause I don’t feel like it is, but it certainly better than it has any right to be. Victor is very smooth! NO SINGING shower or otherwise. The night market date was very cute though.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Sweetheart Service (Korea Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Fantastic. Nonverbal chest inertia gets us all in the end.  

Ball Boy Tactics (Korea Thurs iQIYI) ep 1 of 8 - After retiring from gymnastics, painfully shy Jiwon is struggling to survive university. Campus heartthrob and basketball star JeongU might actually make things worse... or better?

I love it. Of course I do. It’s great, sort of Semantic Error meets FC Soldout, carry on with your bad self, Korea. 

Moon and Dust (China YT) ep 3 of 6 - The only reason this isn't higher up on this list is because it's China and I don't trust it. It's so delightfully warped and craptastic and I am obsessed. But also terrified. Never forget The On1y One happened to us recently.

The Sparkle In Your Eye (Singapore Sun Gaga & Viki) eps 5-6 of ? - weirdly, I’m liking it more now that they are pining and separated and everything has shifted to become a bit darker and more sophisticated. This is still not my kind of BL, but I appreciate it a little more now its gotten twisted. I like that it’s a tangled chewy interesting story, like knife-cut noodles.

What's happening to me? Is my taste getting... mature? Surely not.

It's airing but......

The Ex-Morning (Thurs YT) 10 eps - sorry all I dropped this half way through ep 3. I just felt like it was pulling teeth to keep going and I was just angry at it, at GMMTV, at the script, at the characters. That's not healthy for any of us. I do this for fun. If it's really amazing in the second half I might give it a try, but for now, I'm out.

Loy Kaew First Love (Fri YT) 6 eps - Dropped at ep 4. Just too much other stuff too poorly acted, edited, scripted, just everything bad.

Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked. I won't watch this.

Mission to the Moon (YT) 12 eps- Watching but I can't keep track. Too short, too many, too YT. I will report at end.

In case you missed it

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist ended tf - GMMTV would like you to know that JimmySea are endgame in every BL ever, even if it’s not their own. Which is a shame, since they both have chemistry with other boys. But whatever. I will say the sex positivity of this show, especially at the end, is a real bonus. But it's the only one. Still, GMMTV how far you have come.

Summary

What a disappointment. I was super excited to have Mark lead a BL finally. And he did his best but I wasn’t sold on the chemistry between the main couple, even though Mark has demonstrated he can have chemistry with everybody. Poor directing then? Or was it his partner? Putting that aside, it was more the plot, or weird lack of one, and underdevelopment of characters that disappointed. There was just something off all along with this show. It’s difficult for me to put my finger on exactly what it was. Which makes me thing it was mjltiple somethings. It made this show a challenging watch from about episode three on. And I don’t imagine ever returning to this with any kind of enthusiasm. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t very good either. 7/10 and there’s a part of me that’s tempted to drop it all the way to 6. 

In other news: that "stressed desserts" sweatshirt is the first merch I’ve actually ever wanted to buy off of a BL.

Top Form ended - It was an OK ending. Honestly, I simply never got into this show in the way that most of the rest of the hellsite did. I blame the honey.

Summary 

Two actors who are in competition with each other professionally fall in love and it gets complicated. This show was well acted with good chemistry (that honey scene is one for the history books) but it was a bit off for me. The ego conflicts of the filmmaking industry came to the fore but awkwardly (like this sentence). Frankly? I didn't enjoy the premise or the story and I can’t get away from that. Based on Japanese IP, I think this might have been better left to Japan. This is a solid Thai BL and if you like its brand of messy gay and actor narcism full frontal, then you'd likely give this a 9/10. I don’t, so it gets an 8/10 from me. But I recognized that this is my specific taste and no reflection on its quality as a BL.

Fight for You ended - even though I wasn’t particularly invested in the sides, I loved the closure of that triangle and it did make me cry. Ultimately that side pair is SO PRETTY I hope the actors get their own show. Also, absolutely nobody does domesticity as well as Taiwan they are so cute. NO SINGING. A solid v taiwanese sappy ending. 

Summary

There is a lot to like about this BL, it has a cops and robbers romance thread running through it with intelligence officers trying to catch a gang of criminals. The valentine's operation does have the secret identity drawback of one character constantly lying to his mark. While this dynamic is intrinsically distasteful IMHO, the Liar is so sunshine and charming and earnest (about everythign ELSE) it's somewhat mitigated. Ultimately this lost its way a little bit, but the support cast was excellent. The pretty side triangle, while it ended poignantly, was underdeveloped. That said, the whole thing was colored positively by Taiwan's sexy charm and signature chaotic domesticity, but that jarred with the gangster premise. In the end, I’m torn. It’s classic Taiwan: a bit messy dramatic, sweetly sincere at heart, but overly sappy. None of which I’m not opposed to. Still, I don’t think I’m gonna be re-watching this one very much so I'm giving a solid 8/10, and that's abut where it belongs.

My Golden Blood finished its run. Word on the street is a solid ending. Not enough to temp me. I'm leaving it a dnf.

Making Thai Subtitles: Culture, Slang & Curse Words - excellent interview with a professional translator (who translates English media into Thai for Netflix). I know it's the wrong direction for most of us but still very fascinating to hear a pro talk about her work.

Vertical KBL No Dating in Boarding School AKA Boarding School Love Story has shown up cut together as full on grey sites and YouTube. Stars Jeon Woo Jin & Han Kyu Min. I don't like verticals but I really enjoyed this one and you will too if you like uni BL and its component tropes and quirks. The story of shy quiet studios and poor Jinwoo who gets sucked into the drama of rebellious rich kid Eunhyeok. They fall in love despite their own, and everyone else's, objections. Here from a fan subber, catch it while it's avaiable. I will not be held responsible if you miss it.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming Up

(I'm not confident on any of these, mostly rumor-based.)

6/13 I Became the Lead in a BL Drama 2 AKA Zoku BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita (Japan ????) 6 eps - Another 2nd season I certainly did not want. This time the story tells what challenges they have to face as a relationship. Also the story of the managers continues.

6/16 Revenged Love (China Gaga) 16? eps - A remake of 2015's Falling in Love with a Rival. From China ON GAGA? Wild. What alt-reality IS THIS? I have had them for 3 seconds but I'm already obsessed with the side couple.

6/17 SunTiny (Thai iQIYI) 10 eps - MaxNat are back as SunNuea from their Y-Destiny showing. The spoiled prince with the hot tutor (in case you forgot). They in an LTR and then... bodyswap. I know I know, I'm confused about all of this too. But Cooheart is looking FINNNEEEE so what the hell.

6/20 Memoir of Rati (Thai Netflix or YT) 12 eps - GreatInn in a HISTORICAL with a class divide and everyone's favourite side couple, AouBoom. Initially I was v excited but now 2 things: Netflix (I do not chill) and sad ending. I might save this to binge. I am getting serious I Feel You Linger in the Air vibes. And I can't go through that again right now.

6/20 Depth of Field (Japan Fuji TV)

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

From Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (they got me, okay?)

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[kenziiie]

Porn plot for GoJo to Sabrina Carpenter bed chem song please

you’re not supposed to be here.

he’s definitely not supposed to be here.

but it’s 2:34 a.m. and satoru gojo is standing at your door like he owns the damn building, soaked from rain, shirt wrinkled, lip busted open.

you fold your arms under your tits. “bad mission or bad decisions?”

his mouth quirks. “what’s the difference?”

you roll your eyes. he steps inside anyway.

you want to hate the way your skin still reacts to him — tall, too-pretty, all swagger, that thick-ass accent curling under every syllable like he knows what it does to you.

“i was in a sheer dress the day that we met

we were both in a rush, we talked for a sec

who’s the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?”

that was two years ago.

now he’s the man who fucks you raw, leaves hickeys behind your ear, and doesn’t sleep over unless he’s bleeding.

you should send him home.

but you just grab the first aid kit and nod toward the bathroom.

⸻

“you don’t gotta take care of me,” he says when you wipe his lip clean.

“then stop showing up like this.”

he watches you from under messy lashes. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

you pause. heart skips. “must’ve hit your head.”

“nah,” he murmurs. “just wanted to feel good again.”

and somehow, that pisses you off.

“gojo—”

he cuts you off. “satoru.”

your jaw tenses. “don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“make this more than what it is.”

he leans in close, breath warm. “and what is it?”

you freeze.

he doesn’t wait for an answer. just slides his mouth over yours like it’s always been his to take.

and you let him.

⸻

he fucks you in the hallway.

clothes half-off, tongue deep in your mouth, hands gripping your thighs like he’ll break if he lets go.

your back hits the wall. his lips hit your neck.

“but i bet we’d have really good bed chem…”

he growls when your nails rake down his abs, breath hot against your cheek as he pulls your panties aside and sinks two fingers inside you.

“how you pick me up, pull ‘em down, turn me ‘round…”

you moan his name, high and wrecked.

“oh, it just makes sense.”

he doesn’t make you wait. never does.

he lines himself up and fucks into you slow, then hard, burying his face in your shoulder as you both curse at the feeling.

“always so tight,” he groans. “so fuckin’ good for me.”

your eyes roll back. your legs shake.

you both come, mouths open, chests heaving — like your bodies knew the choreography by heart.

and you hate how right it feels.

⸻

you’re lying in bed after, covers kicked down, legs tangled.

he doesn’t get up. doesn’t say goodbye.

you glance over. “why are you still here?”

he props his head up. “you mad?”

“confused.”

“i missed you.”

your throat closes up.

he shifts closer. “you ever think about what it’d be like if we actually tried?”

you blink. “you mean, like… date?”

he nods, slow. “i bet we’d be good.”

you try to laugh it off. “we don’t even talk.”

“yeah,” he smirks. “but in bed?”

you roll your eyes, but your smile cracks through.

and he leans down, kisses your shoulder.

“and i bet we’d both arrive at the same time

and i bet the thermostat’s set at six-nine

and i bet it’s even better than in my head…”

your heart skips again.

and this time, you let it.

⸻

the next morning, he’s still in your bed.

shirtless. smug. feeding you a strawberry with a grin.

“so,” he says, mouth full. “do i get to take you on a real date now?”

you arch a brow. “you mean like, outside?”

he grins. “with real food. and maybe i hold your hand. maybe i don’t fuck you against the sink after dinner.”

you lick juice off your thumb. “only maybe?”

“depends how much you beg.”

you chuckle. “you’re so full of yourself.”

he leans in. “and full of you, if last night was any indication.”

you throw a pillow at him.

he catches it and pulls you into his lap.

“no more hiding,” he whispers.

you look down at your hands. “i’m scared.”

he tilts your chin. “me too. but you’re still it for me.”

your heart slams in your chest.

and for once, you let yourself believe him.

⸻

because maybe good bed chemistry…

was never just about the bed.

maybe it was the start of everything.

[tttt06]

Bad Fight

Black Reader x Enhypen

Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ Enhypen getting into bad fights with S/O

Part 2

Warning~ No smut, angst, arguments, stress, depression, yelling

Word Count~ 2.5k

Heeseung

Fights with Heeseung were often. He has a habit of getting busy and never talking to you about it. He likes to bottle things up.

It was a day you had been practicing all day. Being the leader of your own group was taking a toll on you. Heeseung was coming home late, and you knew that, but you really needed him.

You weren't surprised that he was gone until 1 AM. You were already asleep in your bed by the time he came home. You had a schedule at 4 AM tomorrow. Filming your next comeback MV.

You felt your bed dip, and you stirred awake. The rush of rapid thoughts came flying to your head. You pushed them aside, "Hi, baby."

Heeseung grunted and cuddled you close. Your body relaxed in his embrace. You tried to talk to him. "Today was hard."

Heeseung mumbled, "Yeah?"

"Mhm. The girls got into an argument, and it made practice so much harder."

Heeseung softly hummed. You could tell he wasn't listening. "Hey, you listening?"

There was silence and a long sigh from his nose. "No, not really, Y/N. I'm tired." You asked, "Do you wanna rant about it?"

Heeseung turned his back to you and said, "Maybe another time."

You sat there, feeling shut out. "Hee?"

He didn't answer. 

You huffed while getting out of bed. You were gonna sleep on Sunoo's floor. You didn't want to sleep next to Heeseung. As he watched you grab your things, Heeseung asked, "Where are you going?"

You sharply said, "I'm going to Sunoo's room. At least he'd actually listen to me."

Heeseung was at his feet in a second, "What? No, you're not."

You nodded in a matter-of-fact tone. "Uh, yes. I am."

Heeseung grabbed your wrist, "You're not sleeping with another guy. I'm right here."

You laughed, "Heeseung. I don't know if you've noticed, but you've been ignoring my texts and me, not coming over, and blowing off my problems. You treat me like shit. When I'm stressed, I don't do that shit to you."

Heeseung said with a rough tone, "I'm busy."

You smiled with disbelief, "Too busy for me?"

When he didn't answer, you were about to storm out. Heeseung reached, "Wait."

You shook your head, "I think we should break up."

Heeseung stuttered, his eyes widening. "What?" You nodded, "You heard me. I don't have time for this shit. I'm going home."

Heeseung ran to the door and locked it. He said, "Let's talk this out." You laughed, "Now you wanna fucking talk? I talked to you earlier, and you blew me off!"

Heeseung said, "You need space to think, and we can talk when we're both relaxed."

You shouted, "WE'RE OVER!"

You slammed his apartment door.

Jay

Jay was probably the biggest crashout you've ever met. His patience for people is at zero. 

As much as he's confrontational and argumentative, you two seem to have slipped past your problems.

One significant problem was that you felt lonely in the relationship. Jay was nurturing and careful in the beginning, but now he treats you like you're not there.

It led to a fight at his guitar practice. 

He was in the music room for practice, and you were stopping by to drop Jungwon's dance shoes off. He said he'd forgotten them at the dorm and asked if you could bring them on your way to work.

You wanted to see what your boyfriend was doing on the way.

You opened the door to see him strumming a four-chord. "Jay bear?"

He looked up to see your cute face, "Oh. Hi, honey."

He sounded so... far. Like he was mentally checked out when he saw you. NO excitement, no, 'HEY! I MISSED YOU!'

Nothing.

You sat down, and Jay asked, "What're you doing here?"

The tension was thick. You said, "I wanted to see you. It's been a couple days."

Jay said, "A couple days? You getting clingy now?"

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"What?"

Jay laughed, "I was kidding." You stared at him for over a minute. Jay asked, "Why are you looking at me like I just hurt you."

You took a deep breath, "You are hurting me. Where have you been? What have you been doing? Are you avoiding me?"

Jay just stares at you like you're crazy. "What the hell? Y/N? You interrupt my time and start coming at me. I don't really wanna talk to you right now."

You huffed and threw the bag at him. "Fucking fine. Don't come over, don't call me, don't text me, I don't wanna see your face."

You stormed out of the room, half expecting Jay to chase you. He didn't.

Jake

Ou, Jake had some explaining to do. He was on tour, and you were at home missing him. Only to see a viral edit of him kissing a fan. 

Not even a peck. Full make out.

Your heart was pounding as you dialed his number.

The call went through on the second ring. "Hey, baby."

His raspy Australian voice came through the phone. It only heightened your anger. "Why are you making out with fans?"

His side went silent. You said, "Answer me?! I get you have to act single, but to this extent? How do I know you didn't have sex with someone to 'seem single.' At this rate, I should be getting checked for anything. I can't trust you."

Jake said, "Baby."

You shook your head, "No. Don't baby me. I'm seriously pissed off. I don't want to be with you anymore. This is the shit you pulled on me. It's disgusting."

Jake whimpered, "Let me explain."

You said, "I don't really wanna hear how your tongue ended up down her throat."

You were about to hang up, but Jake yelled, "So what?! You're just gonna break up with me?! Over some video, you won't let me explain?! This is why it fucking sucks to be with you. You're cold-hearted."

You said, "Cold hearted?! YOU KISSED ANOTHER GIRL! THERE'S NO FORGIVING FOR THAT."

Jake said, "Just drop it. I don't give a shit anymore."

You laughed as tears streamed down your face, "You don't care about us? Not surprising. Obviously, you didn't care about us when you kissed her."

Jake took a deep breath, "Y/N, I'll talk to you when we get home. I do agree we shouldn't talk for a few days."

You yelled, "Why? So you can cheat some more. I'd rather let you be free to..."

You couldn't even let the words out. You were sobbing now. Jake was your first everything. It felt like a different kind of betrayal.

"How could you think I'd have sex with anyone else."

You said, "You were kissing her!"

Jake said, "I wasn't!"

You hung up on him. 

If he was going to cheat, at least be honest about it.

Sunghoon

He's the worst. When it comes to what he says, he has no filter.

He embarrassed you in front of your co-workers. He told them you weren't fit to be his wife. Everyone stared at you for something to say.

You had nothing to say.

You were in so much shock. How could Sunghoon ever say that about you?

After the DEAD quiet drive home, you walked straight into the shower. You wanted to avoid Hoon at all costs. You locked the bathroom door and showered in peace.

You started crying because you think this is your last straw.

He wasn't thinking about marrying you? Then what was he here for? Was he taking your relationship seriously? You don't even know anymore.

You opened the door, eyes red and puffy. Your shower cap was over your eyebrows.

You said, "Sunghoon, I really hated what you said today."

He looked at you, confused about why you were crying and why you weren't wearing your shower cap properly. 

When it fell over your eyes, you threw it on the ground. Hoon's lip twitched as he asked, "What did I say?"

You said, "How could you not know!? Am I not fit for marriage? What? You never planning on marrying me?"

Sunghoon was stern, "Seriously? You're crying over that? Geez, sometimes I really hate how sensitive you are."

You froze. That actually hit a nerve. You've expressed in the past that you are insecure about how often you show your emotions. You told Sunghoon to never judge you for it.

He's saying shit without thinking.

"Sunghoon. Get out."

He stood up instantly. He's never heard you talk like that before.

He was walking out when he realized that he might've pissed you off for real. 

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "No. Just go away."

You slammed the door after him.

Sunoo

You've had a stressful work week. Sunoo knew it was because when he'd come over, you were sleeping. He woke you up when the door opened. You had a pile of work documents surrounding you.

"Hi, baby." You said while rubbing your eyes. He smiled, "Have you eaten? Showered? relaxed?"

You scooted on the couch to check the coffee table full of more documents. Sunoo sat next to you and rubbed your back. You said, "Not right now."

You reached for a page and started reading. Sunoo said, "I love you, but you really need to take care of yourself."

You shook your head, "I don't have time. I'm the team leader, and they're relying on me."

Sunoo furrowed his eyebrows, "You can't always think of your team. You need to put yourself first sometimes."

You cut him off, "I am taking care of myself. Doing my job leads to my bills paying for another month."

Sunoo said, "You know I'm always open to helping with your bills if it's that serious."

You furrowed your eyebrows and shot up, "No, Sunoo."

You caught yourself about to start yelling, but you rubbed your nose bridge. Sunoo grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer, "I'll run you a shower, and we're gonna have a serious talk."

That's what you did. Sunoo showered with you. You two sat on the bed, and Sunoo took a deep breath.

"I think we need a break from each other."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

Sunoo smiled, "Just a week or so. You're stressed out right now, and every time I talk to you, I seem to piss you off. I don't really wanna be around you anymore."

You started to tear up. Sunoo words cut through your heart.

"You don't wanna be around me?" Your voice cracked, and Sunoo gently pressed his hand to your cheek.

Your face was hot.

"Don't cry, please. It's only a week. You need to figure yourself out."

You said, "What if we have the break, and it doesn't work."

Sunoo said sadly, "We'd have to break up. I-... If I don't crash out on you when I get stressed, I expect the same back."

And with that, Sunoo stood up. "I'm sorry to drop this on you like this. I wanted to avoid this conversation, but after today, I don't think we can stay like this. You're not even taking care of yourself."

You cried, "Because I'm stressed! I can't just give up. This job is my livelihood!"

Sunoo looked at you as you got riled up, "So is mine, and I handle it peacefully."

Jungwon

What could an argument possibly be about? Commitment issues. It wasn't on Jungwon's end. It was yours. You weren't cheating, HELL NO. It was his patterns.

Jungwon was loyal, kept his promises, and treated you like a queen.

That was the problem. You weren't used to that. You were in unhealthy relationships. It was better to detach and not really commit because you always knew they wouldn't change.

If you told Jungwon something you didn't like about him, he'd change it.

It was a problem.

It was a date. You were eating at this expensive restaurant. The steak was huge, and you both shared it. Jungwon was joking around, "My girl-best friend is pregnant already. It's crazy to think I'll be an uncle."

You smiled as you played with your food. You knew what was coming, and you tried to brace yourself. After three attempts to change the subject, you were still talking about pregnancy.

Jungwon asked the bomb, "When we have kids, how many do you want?"

You looked up at him, and the world froze.

"Huh?"

Jungwon asked again, "How many kids do you want?"

You avoided, "I'd never thought that far." Jungwon tilted his head, "You want kids, right?"

The silence was loud, "A kid sounds scary."

He quirked his eyebrow and asked, "Okay, what about marriage?"

You laughed, "Let's not talk about all of this now."

Jungwon said, "I think we should talk about this. We're clearly not on the same page."

You said, "Wonnie, I don't wanna talk about this."

Jungwon said, "You don't wanna get married to me...? Is that it?"

Your eyes widened, "I don't wanna get married in general... it's too much to think about."

Jungwon looked at you like you were stupid, "When were you planning on telling me that?"

You said, "I'd figure we wouldn't be together by now."

Jungwon froze. He nodded slowly as he turned to the waiter and asked for the check.

Jungwon drove you home, and he didn't text you back.

Something about him leaving you hurt more than usual. You cried that night. You're not usually the type to cry over a guy. Jungwon felt like someone special.

Ni-ki

Another day of wanting your boyfriend, another day of him playing video games. 

Ni-ki was yelling, "You suck literal ASS! God, I hope you drown!"

He was usually the type to say crazy shit like that in the game. The problem was his girlfriend was sitting on his bed, without panties on, and watching YouTube on his phone.

He didn't bat an eye.

Ni-ki was too busy shooting people.

He didn't stop, either. He'd play until 4 AM. He was crazy like that.

You huffed and stomped over to him. He turned around and said, "Lemme finish this battle."

You said, "Yeah, fine. Go ahead."

He heard your tone. The sarcasm and anger. He said in the mic, "I'll catch you guys later. I've got trouble with the wife."

He exited the game and asked, "What did I do wrong? Did I forget to take the trash out?"

You stepped back, "Look at me."

He started at your plush brown thighs. His eyes trailed to your face, and he asked, "What's the matter."

You said, "I've been sitting on your bed with no underwear on for the past 2 hours! Here, you are playing the game. Do you think the game is sexy?! That game ain't giving you kids and oral!"

Ni-ki's eyes widened, "Baby, be quiet."

You started grabbing your things in a huff, "Don't tell me to be quiet! I'm going home!"

You pulled on his pants and grabbed your purse. You stomped out of his room, and Ni-ki followed closely. "Fuck you, Ni-ki."

You stormed out as Ni-ki was left with himself, and Heeseung walked out of his dorm room. "Kids and oral? Ni-ki?"

Ni-ki turned around, and his eyes were red, "What the hell, hyung?!"

Heeseung reluctantly hugged him. 

[howi99]

The Grimmwalkers Chapter 6

_ Weiss and Pyrrha's POV _

Weiss: *landing by using a nevermore she summoned as a glyder, its blue eyes and white appearance a testament of her mixed blood* Damn it! *Stomp the ground in annoyance* That imbecile didn't even listen to a single thing i said, did he?! I told him to stay next to me but NoOooO! He's going to be "Fiiiiine"!

Pyrrha: *landing next to her, morphing back into her human form as the black tar evaporates quickly* I think i saw him land near here.

Weiss: *quickly switching from annoyance to worry* Did he seem fine!?

Pyrrha: *making a so-so signe with her hand* He protected his vital area, but i also saw him hit his head against an enormous branch so...

Weiss: *wince* That's not good-

Pyrrha: He also landed his legs first without rolling. His legs are probably shattered as we speak.

Weiss: *now panicking* THAT'S NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!

_ Jaune and Yang's POV _

Jaune: *Opening his eyes, the light of the sun being filtered by the leaves* Ooooow... *Trying to move, wincing from the pain* Damn it, who would have thought they'd catapult us? I'm tough, but not THAT tough...

Jaune: *already feeling his "semblance" mending back his bone, as a thick black tar-like liquid began covering his torso* Good thing i can heal rapidly, or i'd be toasted. *Pensive* Now, what was i supposed to do again? Getting a relic, right?

Jaune: *slowly getting up, wincing as the healing process continues* Urgh, damn that stings. *Look at his side, the new scroll the school had given to him, already broken* ... Oh, that's bad.

Jaune: *hearing noises coming from the bushes, turning his head towards said sounds as the last remaining tar dissipates in the wind* Hm?

Yang: *waving at him while approaching* Oi! Jaune! *Looking at him from top to bottom* You good?

Jaune: *smile* Yeah, why?

Yang: *pointing upward* I saw you crash through a tree, even with Aura, that must have hurt like hell.

Jaune: *shrug* Eh, i lived through worse.

Yang: *surprised* Really?

Jaune: Sure! I was hit by a truck once. Had to stay a week in bed.

Yang: *now confused* A week? Only that?!

Jaune: *now his turn to be confused* What do you mean, only that? That was slow for me-

Yang: Slow?!

Jaune: Ye.

Yang: Holy- How much Aura do you have?! *Approaching him* Let me see your- *sees the busted Scroll on the ground* Oh. Guess i can't see it then.

Jaune: *Wince* You think i'll have to pay for it?

Yang: Probably not?

Jaune: I hope you're right...

_ Ozpin and Glynda's POV _

Glynda: *sigh, feeling a headache growing in* Great, that's just great!

Ozpin: ...

Glynda: *pointing Ozpin, looking angry* I told you how many times that something like this could happen!? *Walking back and forth* Now there's a kid in the middle of a Grimm infested forest who can't even call for help!

Ozpin: I have complete fate in this batch of students. *Chuckle* Beside, the tracker of Miss Xiao-Long is now walking alongside Jaune's. *Shrug* He probably landed on his scroll, it would hardly be the first time this happened-

Glynda: Did you not see him?! There's no way he landed safely! Miss Xiao-Long is probably dragging him to safety as we speak!

_ Back to Jaune and Yang _

Jaune: *walking alongside her* Really!? Do you have it here!?

Yang: *sigh* No, my sister insisted on making modifications to her. But Bumblebee should arrive in a week or two.

Jaune: *looking excited* Yooo, you have to take me on a run! I always wanted to, but my dad always said it was "too dangerous".

Yang: *smirk* Seems like an overprotective guy.

Jaune: *rolling his eyes* You have no idea. It's as if he thinks i should be caged all my life for my own safety, but that's not life! *Grin* I want to fight Grimm, save the day, be a hero! *Sigh, slumping slightly* But my dad says it's just stupid dreams and that i should become an athlete instead.

Yang: That doesn't sound so bad-

Jaune: *deadpan* I come from a huntsmen family. My father is a huntsman, half of my sisters are huntresses and i'm the only one being discouraged to follow my dreams.

Yang: *wince* That rough buddy.

_ Weiss and Pyrrha's POV _

Weiss: *panicking* WHERE IS HE!?

Pyrrha: *pointing the marks on the ground* Probably that way-

Weiss: HOW!? HIS LEGS SHOULD HAVE SHATTERED ON IMPACT!

Pyrrha: *shrug* Probably has something to do with his wild-born attributes? Beside, there's a second pair of tracks beside his. *Pensive* Probably that blond girl, they did jump in the same direction-

Weiss: But she's a human! What will happen if she finds out, huh!?

Pyrrha: *crossing her arms, looking at her best friend with a dubious expression* Honestly, that was bound to happen anyway. Did you forget that we are only three in the entire school year? Probably even the entire school?

Weiss: I... Did not think of that. *Shake her head* But still! We could have chosen someone who is open-minded and-

Pyrrha: *sigh* Weiss, we don't really have the luxury to choose who is going to be partner with who.

Weiss: But-

Pyrrha: *chuckle* Come on, let's follow them. *Smirk* We just have to kill the Grimm before they find them.

Weiss: ... *Sigh* I guess you're right.

[alicelillianshaw]

The pulse of pressure when Jack squeezes her hands. The smile he wore on his face, big, beautiful, arresting, reflecting Alice's own startled joy.

The sound of his voice when he speaks her name again.

'Alice,'

A low tone— maybe incredulous. It makes Alice's heart vibrate, makes her eyes flutter shut when he suddenly raises a hand to cup her face. There's the brush of his finger over her bottom orbital bone. A kiss, administered to the opposite cheek; such bliss. Jack's lips felt warm and gentle.

'Alice, I love you very much right now, but I just keep thinking about how much more I'm going to love you one hour from now. Or when the sun comes up. Or in a week. And right now it feels like I won't ever be able to love you as much as I do in this moment, but I will.'

And that was the beauty of the future; the way it stretched out in front of them, un-stamped and undetermined, blank for their choices alone. When the sun comes up, paints New Mexico in shades of orange, Jack will love Alice more, and her him. When he swings up into the creaking saddle at start of the trail ride, they'll love each other more. It will be formed from a thousand little moments, a thousand big ones, by inevitably and choice.

A week from now, Jack's hair will have only grown one-eighth of a centimeter, according to averages and sciences. But them and their love is bound to no such rules. A week from now— what will Alice feel for Jack? How much? There was no limit. And it made Alice want to cry with happiness to hear Jack point it out.

Jack shifts, presses their foreheads together, and Alice's eyes open, hungry to look at him so close, hungry to see the love reflected back in his eyes.

'Do you know how happy I am that I get to love you? Do you know how lucky I am that I got to figure it out to soon? I should be thanking you, you know. For... everything you've given me this week. I, uh. I don't think I've told you. How bad it was, before you got here. How long it'd been since I made myself sit down and enjoy a meal. So. Thank you.'

Oh, Jack. Alice's throat immediately tightens— to the point of discomfort, imaging Jack, how bad it was for him. He wasn't even eating. Not really. Not in the way where you felt like you deserved the time and effort for a proper meal. It broke Alice's heart all the more knowing how much passion he seemed to have for cooking. How much of his other joys had been taken from him? The sudden hearings. The cycle of the news, trying to beat him bloody against the rocks. If she had her way— she wouldn't let this world steal any more of his joy.

Alice cups his face gently.

"Please don't ever thank me for anything,"

"You know how happy I am to be here for you?"

Her voice is a quiet murmur.

"I really do feel— so honored, that you would let me in during something like this. With everything going on. It makes me— absurdly happy, to know you'd love me during all of this. The fact that you can love me like this during the difficult things is... I don't know. It's proof that you really are so fucking wonderful. That you have room in your heart for me."

Alice grins and she feels a prick moisture behind her eyes— something blinked away with questionable success.

"Doesn't it just make you more excited for the trip now?"

"Like you said... it really is so fucking cool how much more I'm gonna love you when I watch you see the Rio gorge for the first time. Or when I make you pull over to try bizcochito from a little store. Or... like.. now I'm really excited to love you more when we look at constellations together."

Professing his love to Alice hadn't been on the agenda for the evening, but fate demanded it. The universe called for it. Jack would have died keeping such a big secret for even a second longer.

And now Alice held onto both of his hands, repeating those perfect words back to him. Had they ever existed before that moment? No, it didn't feel like it. Alice said them with such conviction, like she'd written the words just for him.

"I think I love you more than I ever loved anything."

Jack tried to wrap his head around that statement. How was something like that even possible? More than she ever loved anything before. More than she loved her mother's cooking and trail rides with her father. More than her favorite sad movie and more than she loved to hate the Yankees.

And then she was thanking him.

Throughout all of it, Jack was smiling. Big. So big that his cheeks heart. He squeezed both of her hands. Tightly.

"Alice," he repeated quietly, but his voice sounded different. There was an air of disbelief there, like he couldn't really comprehend what was happening. He raised one of his hands, pressing it to the side of her face. He brushed his thumb over the subtle rise of her cheekbone. He kissed the opposite side of her face.

"Alice, I love you very much right now, but I just keep thinking about how much more I'm going to love you one hour from now. Or when the sun comes up. Or in a week. And right now it feels like I won't ever be able to love you as much as I do in this moment, but I will."

No doubt about it.

"Do you know how happy I am you love me?"

Jack pressed his forehead against hers.

"Do you know how happy I am that I get to love you? Do you know how lucky I am that I got to figure it out to soon?" Jack swallowed. "I should be thanking you, you know. For... everything you've given me this week. I, uh. I don't think I've told you. How bad it was, before you got here. How long it'd been since I made myself sit down and enjoy a meal. So. Thank you."

[rh1ncodontypus]

Actually, I'm still going.

TL;DR

Two days is nothing in real life time.

Content creators are human. We should treat them as such.

Equating morality to the content people consume is not a "one-size-fits-all" strategy.

This is in no way equivalent to what happened with Iskall.

Do I agree with Skizz having mods that support MAGA? No, not at all. I think he deserves the benefit of the doubt, at the very least.

Two days is nothing in real life time.

I think people are jumping the gun with the current information we have. I think Skizz hasn't had the chance to really do anything yet. Hell, I don't think ANY of the Hermits have had the chance to do anything yet, let alone think. I feel like we've been spoiled with in-real time updates. I don't think it's fair to expect Skizz, or anyone for that matter, to reply or act right this second or else.

Content creators are human. We should treat them as such.

TL;DR: This man has just bumped headfirst into the Paradox of Tolerance. Give him a second.

Generally the definition of tolerance has been maintaining a neutral opinion. This was especially the case with Gen X/Millennials. We have different opinions and we work together anyway. I probably don't have to inform you that's much harder to do in the present, if I'm putting it lightly.

I don't think Skizz is transphobic. I don't think he looked at his mods and decided to hire two of them because they're MAGA. Don't get me wrong; I am not defending having mods that are MAGA. I think that five years ago, he needed people to moderate his chat and he thought those mods did fine. This circles back to the definition of tolerance.

Right now, Skizz is facing the paradox of tolerance. It's up to him what he does with it. And honestly, this might be the first time he's having to think about this. He's a white cis man, which means he occupies a position of incredible privilege (that is not a moral judgment).

And you know what? Trans rights are divisive and the fact they're divisive sucks. I'm saying this as a trans person. You post something about trans rights and you have people fighting on your post in 0.2 seconds with increasing levels of hostility. I don't blame anyone for not knowing how to deal with that on livestream, or wanting to maintain neutrality, as much as it disappoints me.

In the wider scheme of things, Skizz is new to being a full-time content creator. He's probably never dealt with a situation like this before.

I feel like people were quick to assume malice or hostility. So I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and I hope other people are, too. I also don't think this is the cardinal sin that some people are treating it as.

Equating morality to the content people consume is not a "one-size-fits-all" strategy.

I'm already seeing posts encouraging people to boycott his content and heavily implying that someone is a bad person if they don't. You've probably heard of the situation with J.K. Rowling. The reason people are calling for a complete boycott is because any support or money actively enables her transphobic actions and platform.

Separating content from content creator is complicated. I acknowledge that. But applying the morality = content consumption runs the danger of turning into "I am a good person because I only consume pure content™ and this person is bad because they consume the bad content." I don't think that's the way we should be judging people.

This is in no way equivalent to what happened with Iskall.

If this situation is a 10, then what happened with Iskall is a 120. Iskall's situation had tangible victims and was happening over an extended period of time.

Do I agree with Skizz having mods that support MAGA? No, not at all. I think he deserves the benefit of the doubt, at the very least.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is a weight in this heart of mine (and it leaves space for nothing else)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent (no use of y/n)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: plot lol, intrigue suspense, not a lot don't get too excited, anyway sometimes there are things in the past that you don't want to drag up, and the people you love just get it

a/n: yippie a fic sdfghjkl;

"Is he asleep?" Kon's voice, quiet in a hushed sort of way, still feels a bit too loud in the apartment. The movie on the television is turned down so low that it's almost silent, and there's only the constant, dull rumble of the city outside to really fill the space.

"Yea," you respond in your own whisper, eyeing the way that Tim sits slumped over against the arm of the couch, his shoulders rising and falling in gentle breaths. 

"Should we wake him up? That can't be comfortable," Kon prompts, concern tugging at his features as you glance at him fondly. 

"No, let him sleep - god knows he doesn't get enough. If he's still out by the time the movie's over, we can wake him," you say softly, reaching to tug the blanket ever so gently across Tim's lap. You think that's it - that's the end of this, and you wait for a hushed silence to wrap back around you as you focus your attention back on the television. But Kon's staring at you still, and it makes you glance at him with fond confusion.

"What?"

"I'm just wondering, is all," he muses quietly. You cock your head to the side.

"Anything you want to share with the class?"

"…I don't think I'm the one who has something to share," he says cautiously, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Who does, then?" you counter, and Kon trails his fingers up and down your arm where he has his own slung across the back of the couch in a soothing sort of way.

"I'm just saying," he begins carefully, like he knows that he's stepping into something unsure - like he knows that this is something different. "That… if something was bothering you, you could tell us. And maybe we could help you."

"There's nothing I need help with," you say with a frown, a bit caught off guard by it all - caught unawares by the feeling of being backed into a corner in the comfort of your own home.

"I know you don't need help, babe," Kon snorts, earns a gentle shush from you as Tim mumbles in his sleep and buries himself further under the blanket. "But you can still… You can want things you don't need. You can say yes to things you don't need."

"No, I - I know that," you say with a sigh, squeezing Kon's thigh gently in what you hope is a comforting sort of gesture, although you're not sure which one of you it's really supposed to be for. "I mean, I don't… there's nothing going on. There's nothing right now to help with. I don't know what you think's happening."

"I don't think anything," he insists, raising his hands up in surrender. "You just… I dunno, you seem like something's been on your mind lately."

"I've just been busy," you counter.

"Right, with S.T.A.R. Labs," he says dryly. You sigh.

"Kon…"

"I know, I know," he begins. "I just… I don't like the idea of them poking and prodding at you like that."

"There's really not a lot of either. It's just scans and tests and… it's just science," you explain, a tired subject that the two of you have circled time and time again. "That's what S.T.A.R. Labs does. They figure out metas like me - and you. It's all voluntary."

"I just… don't want anything bad to happen to you," Kon says, a gentleness in his voice that makes you soften.

"Bad things are always going to happen. But not there - and not here. Ok?" He hums at your words, a reluctant sort of agreement as the credits of whatever film you'd had on begin to roll across the television screen. You blink at the sight, glance over toward Tim's still-sleeping figure.

"We should take him to bed," you murmur, and Kon pats your thigh reassuringly before standing up. 

"I got him," he says. It's incredible, you think, how much gentleness he's able to put into those hands of his. It's a wonder, you believe, that he has it in him despite the anger that he was grown with.

You go ahead," you offer quietly. "I'll… I'm gonna clean up out here first. I'll come to bed later." He sort of doesn't believe you - you know he doesn't, you can see it in the hesitant turn of his body. But Tim murmurs something in his sleep, tilting his head further into Kon's shoulder, and the weight he's currently carrying wins out against the weight that he's trying to make space for. 

You suppose, in the silence of your home after the two of them disappear down the hallway, that that's the way it always goes.

It's several hours later that Tim slides open the balcony door quietly and narrows his eyes at the way you sit lazily on the bench out there.

"You never came to bed," he says pointedly, a gentle sort of accusation in his tone. You stiffen as if it were much more hateful than it really is.

"I'm just not tired, Timmy. You should still be asleep."

"Well, I fell asleep on the couch like an 80-year-old, so I'm kinda wired now," he points out, sitting next to you and settling in. 

"And Kon?" you ask.

"Snoring," he offers. You can't help but roll your eyes at that, affection making its home in your ribcage at the thought. Somewhere beneath the two of you, a couple wanders down the sidewalk and their laughter floats up in the breeze toward your balcony. Tim's watching you, you know, eyeing you in a way that makes you want ot shift and hide away. But you stay steady - sturdy under the weight of it, under the decision not to buckle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offers finally, an olive branch of sorts. You fix him with a look.

"About what?"

"Whatever it is you've been so worried about lately." There's nothing firm in his voice, no push or demand. It's just love, soft and constant and steady. You sniff indignantly.

"I don't know why you two think there's something going on. I'm not keeping any secrets," you insist, digging your heels in. Tim's eyes narrow just a bit.

"I didn't say you were," he says, and it feels a bit like getting caught in a web. "But if you are… You don't have to." You look away from him, then, as if you could run away from it all somehow - as if you could untangle yourself from the love that you now call home. Tim sits patiently through it all, his arm slung over the back of the bench as he stares out at the sprawling streets of Metropolis below.

"Do you think, um…" you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you stumble over it all.

"Sometimes, yea," he offers. Your scathing look does nothing but make him laugh.

"Do you think people can change?" you blurt out, and his laughter dies down as he glances at you, concern flitting over his features. 

"Sometimes," he says hesitantly.

"You're lying," you call out instantly. He stays quiet for a minute, his lips pressed together as he looks up toward the empty sky, the stars blocked out by the shining lights of the city.

"Not really," he admits. "I sort of think we're stuck with whatever we came into this world as. A lot of us try to run away from it, I guess. But you can't… I don't know," Tim trails off, and the hardened look that passes over his face reminds you, in a guilty sort of way, of the face that Batman always wears when he feels the weight of the world.

"Yea," you agree in a murmur, something dull and weighty settling in your chest, taking root in your heart. "I guess none of us really get away from it in the end." Tim looks at you, then - a startled sort of guilt making itself known in his expression. 

"Love, I -"

"It's ok -"

No," he says firmly. "I just… whatever this is that you're dragging around, I - you've gotta tell someone. I hope it's us… I want it to be us. But if it's no one, then -" he cuts himself off, then, so painfully aware of when he's pushing too much. Your shoulders bunch as you look away from him, staring out toward the endless sky, instead.

"There's nothing going on that I can't handle," you say firmly.

"Ok," he says gently, a kindness in his voice that you're not sure belongs there. "But when you realize you're wrong… let me know."

"And until then?" you ask quietly. He just shrugs, squeezing his arm around your shoulders.

"Just this," he offers. "Always this." There's a patience in him, you think, that you don't deserve - a love in both of them that feels out of place. But it's constant, steady and reliable as Tim runs his fingers up and down your arm, and you think that maybe, for now, you can believe in promises like always.