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A Burning Desire part three
firefighter!joel x f!reader



series masterlist
rating: 18+, minors dni.
warnings: joel miller au, firefighter!joel, reader feels anxious for a bit, feelings, fluff, the miller brothers line dancing (that deserves its own warning bc whew... anyway), the cowboy hat rule!!!, slight smut (joel and reader get touchy and rub up on each other, making out, fingering), no use of y/n.
word count: 5.6k
synopsis: joel invites you over for a barbecue, and you end up unexpectedly meeting sarah while also rekindling with someone from your past. it isnât until you talk about joel aloud to someone who isnât your sister that you realize how deeply you feel for him.
a/n: thank u to @endlessthxxghts for letting me brainstorm about this chapter, and giving me the cowboy hat rule idea... ;)
You were nervous.
Nervous as hell.
The slightly anxious part of you wanted so desperately to back out of todayâs plans, but you promised Joel youâd be at his place.
He was throwing a barbecue at his house and had invited you, and originally, Sarah wasnât supposed to be there. Her friend got sick, so she ended up staying home.
You hadnât known Joel for more than a month at this point, and the prospect of meeting his daughter and being introduced as the âwoman heâs been dating but not quite his girlfriendâ terrified you.
The last thing you wanted was for Sarah to dislike you, because you couldnât bear the thought of the one person in Joelâs life whoâs opinion mattered most to him not being very fond of you.
Joel said sheâd been okay with him dating and only wanted to see him happy, but wasnât it too soon? The last thing you wanted was to wedge yourself between the father-daughter duo.
Then again, your feelings for Joel had hit you full-force, and you were in it with himâfor him. Youâd cried to your sister over the phone about being scared of feeling things too fast, but she reassured you: if you know, you know.
Nobody has ever made you feel the way Joel makes you feel. Your thoughts mayâve been repetitive with what you felt, but thatâs how you knew you were so sure about him. He was a breath of fresh air in a place full of smoke (no pun intended).
You were just worried what Sarah would think. Some might think itâs ridiculous to let a fourteen-year-oldâs opinion matter so much in this circumstance, but that girl was Joelâs whole world. Her opinion of you mattered and could quite literally make or break your relationship with Joel.
Youâd be devastated if it didnât work out.
You nervously tapped on the steering wheel as you stopped at the last stop sign before turning onto Joelâs street.
The quaint neighborhood just outside of the city was chalk-full of cookie cutter homes, looking like it belonged in a friendly neighborhood magazine.
Several cars were parked in front of his house, but heâd texted you to park in his driveway beside his truck. It was sweet that he saved that spot for you. Another truck was parked in the driveway as well, and you assumed by default that it was Tommyâs.
You grabbed the tray of cookies out of the passenger seat after youâd gotten out and smoothed your sundress to straighten it out. Joel said everyone at the firehouse loved your cookies, especially him and Tommy, so you made them as a surprise to bring for a dessert option today.
Nerves coursed through your veins as you made your way up the front steps of his porch, ringing the doorbell. The chime went off in the house with a muffled âIâll get it!â coming from the other side of the door.
A few seconds later, the door opened and you were met with a smiling Tommy.
âHey there sweetheart, câmon in.â He stepped aside and you thanked him as you entered the house. It was your first time over, so you took a second to take in your surroundings.
Many family photos clung neatly to the walls, the leather couches in the living room adorned with quilted blankets, an array of DVDâs scattered around the entertainment center, a well-worn but gorgeous coffee table that sat atop the huge area rug, and the mantle above the fireplace full of trinkets from past trips and a few of Sarahâs soccer trophies.
You smiled as you took in the scene before you, really admiring how cozy the home looked. It looked lived in and well loved, and it was all very much Joel. Simple, yet homey and functional.
âOoh, are those the same cookies you made for us back at the firehouse?â Tommy motions to the tray in your hand, bringing you back to present time.
âThey are. Thought Iâd surprise you and Joel with these again.â You laugh as Tommyâs eyes light up, leading you to the kitchen.
âDonât blame me if these are all gone by the end of the night. You should give your recipe to Sarah. She loves to bake.â He groans as he takes a cookie from the tray, biting into it.
You have to stifle a laugh at his genuine reaction. You knew your cookies were decent, but not as good as the Miller brothers made them out to be.
âSpeaking of, whereâs your counterpart?â You teasingly ask, too shy to go into the backyard and introduce yourself to the array of people chatting and having a good time.
You didnât do too well in new settings, so it would take you a little while to warm up.
âAh, heâs cookinâ on the grill.â Tommy jerks his head toward the sliding glass door that leads out the backyard, and you follow in his footsteps as you walk up to the main man of the gathering.
âOh Jooooeeellll,â Tommy calls out with you in tow, âFound your girlfriend for ya.â He teases, and your heart skips a beat at that. Youâre just dating the man. It wasnât anything official yet, and somehow it just seemed so fitting.
Joel didnât correct Tommy either, which you took note of as his gaze averted to yours. A smile immediately spread onto his lips and he pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead. You took a second to study the contrast of his tan skin against the white linen shirt he was wearing with the first few buttons undone, and the Raybans that sat comfortably on his face. You held in a groan, because fuck he looked so good, once again. Does this man ever look bad?
âHey baby.â
Your face heats at the public display of affection, but it dawned on you that he was never trying to hide you or keep you a mystery like you were doing to him.
Well, your sister knew about him of course, but everyone else in your family didnât have the faintest idea. They were too overbearing sometimes, and you wanted to be official with Joel before you even said a word to anyone about him.
âHi handsome. I brought some cookies but left them inside. Thought I could surprise you again with them.â You grin at him, and he smiles as he pulls you into his side.
âIâm gonna let you two lovebirds have a moment to yourselves. Gonna go find my lady and introduce you to her.â Tommy pretends to tip an invisible cowboy hat and sends a wink your way. You huff a laugh and shake your head at his wit.
âHe always that charismatic?â You question, and Joel laughs.
âItâs even worse when heâs drunk.â He rolls his eyes, and you bury your smile in his bicep. You wrap your arm around his back as you watch him work the grill, flipping hamburgers and chicken that are seasoned to perfection.
ââM glad you could make it today, darlinâ. Was startinâ to miss ya real bad. Those twenty four hour shifts kick my ass, I tell ya.â He sighs and gives your body a light, playful shake.
âOf course, Joel. I missed you too.â You gave his shoulder a kiss before Tommy called your name to avert your attention to him. Your eyes flit to the woman he has his arm wrapped around, and your eyes widen in shock.
âThis is my girlââ
âMaria?â You interrupt Tommy, and her smile spreads wide.
âOh my god! Hey you! How long has it been?â Sheâs laughing as you two embrace each other while the Miller brothers give each other a confused glance.
âFour years I think? How are you?â You grin, separating from her, holding onto her forearms.
âWow I canât believe itâs been that long. Iâm great! Just dealing with this guy over here,â She juts her chin over to Tommy, and his eyes flicker between you two.
âSooo you two know each other?â He asks, and you both laugh in unison.
âWe used to work together at the same company. Our cubicles were across from each other.â Maria explains, and you nod along.
âWell Iâll be damned. Small world!â Tommy grins, patting Joel on the back harshly. Joel glares at his brother and rolls his eyes, turning back to the grill to take the food off and place it into the foil pans next to him.
âDad, is the food done yet? You hear a voice call, and you stiffen up immediately. Maria notices your change in demeanor and gives your arm a squeeze of reassurance, which you exchange for a weak smile.
A curly-haired girl with bright green eyes comes into view. He turns to look at her and nods, motioning to the foil pans.
âLemme fix you up a plate. But first, I want you to meet someone.â He says, and he holds his hand out to you. Maria releases your arm so you can step forward and grab Joelâs hand, and Sarahâs bright green eyes meet your gaze.
âThis is the woman Iâve been datinâ. Darlinâ, this is my daughter Sarah.â
You extend your hand to her with a sincere smile, hoping she didnât pick up on your nerves.
âAh, so youâre the woman my dad canât stop talking about!â She laughs, flashing you her gorgeous smile.
âOh really?â You quirk an eyebrow up and look at Joel, nudging him playfully.
He raises his hands in defense, âGuilty as charged.â You huff a laugh at Joel and shift your gaze back to Sarah.
âItâs nice to meet you. Iâve heard so much about you as well.â
âDo you mind if I steal her for a second, dad?â Sarah asks, and you canât help but feel extremely anxious. You genuinely donât think a fourteen year old has ever made you so frazzled with nerves like this before.
You follow her to the lounge chairs by the pool, taking a seat across the one she sat in.
She slaps her thighs with her hands, a small smile evading her lips.
âSo,â She starts, seemingly collecting her thoughts. âThis isnât some âwhat are your intentions with my dadâ intervention, I promise. But, like, I really hope youâre serious about him.â She looks at you with apprehension in her eyes, and youâre a bit taken aback by her words.
You couldâve guessed this was coming. Judging from what Joel has told you about their relationship, it was only fitting that sheâd be so protective of him.
âIâve seen him get hurt before. Not just by what my mother did, but with other women, too. I honestly think youâre the first woman who didnât skip out on him after finding out he has a kid.â
âThat would never make me run. Your bond with your father is something thatâs so strong, and I would never want to come between that. I can promise you that your dad has a better chance at breaking my heart than I do breaking his.â
âHe wonât. Heâs a good man and he deserves someone kindhearted like you. I can tell you are. Iâm glad you two found each other. I havenât seen him this happy and relaxed in⊠a long time.â Sarah laughs, and you canât help but smile at her admission.
âI pinky promise Iâll treat him great. Heâs a real special guy, and I like him a lot.â You hold your pinky out to her, and with a beaming smile, she hooks her pinky with yours and gives it a little shake.
âI know. Itâs just nice to finally see him getting his feelings reciprocated back to him. Most women only romanticize the uniform he wears and not the person he actually is.â
âWell, I gotta say, they all definitely missed out on an amazing man.â And part of you was thankful for that, which is something you didnât want to admit aloud.
Because if it werenât for those women in his past that didnât work out with him, you wouldâve never had a chance with him. You glance over at Joel, and he was chatting with some other guests. You couldnât help admire him and his calm, happy demeanor.
As if he senses you looking, he turns his head in your direction to meet your gaze and winks. You offer him a soft smile before turning back to Sarah.
âThey are, but something tells me youâre here to stay. Not saying that to like, I donât know, scare you off or anything, but you and him really do make a nice couple.â
âActually,â You huff a laugh and glance over at him once more, âHe hasnât asked me to be official or anything yet. I am here for the long haul, though, and I want you to know that I respect you and your relationship with your dad. I wouldnât ever want to overstep any boundaries.â
Sarah groans and huffs, rolling her eyes as she looks over at Joel. âThis man, I swear. Want me to yell at him for you?â The mischievous glint in her eye tells you she would actually do so.
You shake your head with a laugh, and she puts her hand on your shoulder as she leans forward.
âAlso, you donât need to worry about overstepping. Itâs⊠nice having someone else around. I appreciate you saying you respect our relationship, though. Dad was always apprehensive about bringing women over because my opinion means so much to him. Youâve got my approval in the bag, though.â
âI appreciate that, Sarah. Iâm sorry if meeting me was too soon or awkward for you. I wasnât expecting to exchange pleasantries today.â She grins and waves her hand between your bodies at your words.
âNonsense. Iâve been pretty excited to meet you, seeing as you have my dad crushing like a teenage boy again. I just want him to be happy, and I know he is with you.â She throws her arm over your shoulders, and you immediately reciprocate the hug.
Admitting to Sarah that you were in this for the long haul even shocked you. Itâs not that you didnât want to be, but your love life in the past hasnât exactly been to your liking. Joel is different, though, and seeing that he has people in his corner who love and care about him tells you that theyâd go to great lengths to protect him.
It was crystal clear that both of you wanted whatever was going on between you two. You were apprehensive to put your all into it.
Youâve been known to pull back when things got serious. It was a defense mechanism to protect your heart and peace.
You knew you were falling, but the million dollar question still remained: would Joel catch you?
You were pulled out of your thoughts when Sarah separated herself from you.
âI donât know about you, but Iâm starving.â She says, and she coaxes you to follow her back to the grill where Joel and Tommy stood.
âEverythinâ good?â Joel asks, slinging his arm around your shoulder. You nod and offer him a smile.
You were about to go after you plated your food, but Joel shook his head and gently pulled you back to him.
âUh uh, where you goinâ?â He has a goofy grin on his lips as he pulls you in, giving you a kiss. You canât help but laugh against his lips and gently push him away.
âThereâs people here, Joel!â You playfully tsk, and he squints his eyes.
âWhat, I canât kiss my girl?â
My girl. The phrase made butterflies swirl in your stomach and heat to rise to your face.
âNever said that, but technically, Iâm not your girl yet.â You quirk an eyebrow at him.
Tommy laughs and nudges Joel, âDamn brother, you havenât asked her to be official yet? Hellâs wrong with ya? Hop to it!â
âComing from someone who didnât settle down until like a year ago. Shut up you little shit.â Joel huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
âWas watinâ for the right one! Then this beauty changed my life in the best way possible and put me in my place,â Tommy pulls Maria into his side, kissing her cheek. She rolls her eyes and nudges him playfully, walking back into the house before Tommy points at you. ââN this missy right here is gonna do the exact same for ya. Donât be âfraid to put him in his place, sweetheart, he needs it.â Tommy howls with laughter as Joel glares at him.
âSo fuckinâ dramatic.â Joel mumbles under his breath.
âSo what, you donât want me to put you in your place?â Youâre enjoying seeing him squirm a little as your hand traces circles over the white linen that clings to his back.
âNah, it ainât that. You can put me in my place anytime, baby.â He winks, and you immediately pick up on the innuendo behind his voice.
âYouâre fighting with fire, Mr. Miller.â You murmur to him, and his hand moves down to your ass to give it a subtle, playful squeeze.
ââS my job, baby.â
âDonât think this is one you can put out.â You wink at him before walking away to join Maria in the house.
âOkay, you have to tell me everything,â Maria situates herself on the couch with a glass of wine. You sit down next to her and tuck your legs under yourself, smoothing your dress out before leaning your head on your fist. âHow in the world did you and Joel become a thing? What happened to that one guy that you used to tell me about?â
You laugh at her enthusiasm toward your love life, inhaling a deep breath before diving into the story about your shitty ex and all the stupid trust issues he gave you. He really did a number on you, which is why you were so content with being single and thriving. You told Maria that you kept your guard up to protect yourself and your heart, because the last thing you wanted was to give your all to someone once again, only to be burned. Maria put her hand on your knee as a reassuring smile spread across her lips.
âHoney, I can promise you that that man standing out there has it bad for you. Doesnât matter how long youâve been seeing each other. I can see it in the way he looks at you,â Your gaze trails out to the backyard as Joel sips on a beer, talking with Tommy and a few others who you presume are the neighbors before Mariaâs voice pulls your attention back to her, âJoel is a good man, and despite the way you both have been hurt in the past, you still both found each other and gave this,â She waves her hands to gesture between you and him, âA chance. Lord knows that man could use a good woman like you in his life.â
You felt the sting behind your eyes immediately. Mariaâs words were nothing short of assuring, and she smiles as you wipe your tears with a small laugh.
âBaby, just because you finally got the flame on your candle to burn bright again, doesnât mean heâs going to dim yours. His is finally strong on its own, too. I know that youâre so independent and youâve been used to it for some time now, but let his flame make yours even stronger. You can be stronger together.â
And you knew she was right. The clarity blindsided you, but you got your answer: Joel would one hundred percent, undoubtedly catch you.
-
A few hours later, the sun had started to set and the neighbors went back to their respective homes, leaving you, Maria, Tommy, Joel and Sarah left. You and Maria insisted you help clean up even though Joel and Tommy both told you it wasnât necessary. You both waved them off and got everything put away and washed in less than an hour.
Maria refilled her glass of wine as you poured yourself one and both went to settle back onto the couch, Joel and Tommy in tow. Sarah came running down the stairs and up to Joel, a pleading look strewn across her features.
âKelly invited me over to a night swim and slumber party. Can I go? Please?â She had a hopeful look as she clasped her hands together to shake them, silently begging Joel to say yes.
âI thought she was sick?â He asked, running his hands over the stubble on his chin.
âNo dad, Sasha is the one thatâs sick.â
You tried to stifle a laugh at her âduhâ tone, so you just bit your lip and stared at him. He sighed and looked at you, his demeanor changing in the slightest.
âSure, but please check in with me every few hours or so. Do I need to drop you off?â He asks, resting his beer bottle on his thigh.
âThank you!â She throws her arms around him, and he grunts as he returns the hug. âNo, Kellyâs mom offered to pick me up. She can drop me back off tomorrow, too.â She says, and before Joel can get another word in, she rushes back upstairs.
Joel sighs as he leans back into the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âTeenagers.â He grumbles, taking a swig of his beer. You pat his thigh and lean into him, giving him a smile.
âWell now that itâs just goinâ to be adults, why donât we get the real party started,â Tommy wiggles his brows, and all three of you look at him in confusion. ââS a joke, people. Sheesh. How âbout some music, though.â He connects his phone to the speaker sitting on one of the shelves, playing a mix of late 90âs and country music.
Joel finds himself leaning into you as one of his hands slips below the hem of your dress, drawing circles into the skin of your thigh. His touch sends a shiver down your spine and he looks at you with a quirked brow, clearly pleased with your reaction to his touch.
You got turned on so easily now. It wasnât fair. Just one look alone from the older Miller brother could have your panties around your ankles in milliseconds, and you truly werenât above begging him to touch you.
The smug smirk on his face told you he knew it, too, but you both agreed to take things slow. You couldnât even remember why you agreed to such a thing, because the tension between you two had been through the roof since your date at the fair. You truly didnât know how much self restraint you had.
Mariaâs laugh had ripped through your thoughts, earning your undivided attention.
âNo way. I donât believe you.â She says, laughing at Tommy.
ââS true! Joel and I are a couple âa Austinâs finest line dancers.â Tommy shrugs, looking over at Joel.
âThose days are long over, brother.â Joel groans, leaning his head back onto the couch.
âBullshit. Betcha still know how to dance to Brooks & Dunn.â
âEven if I didââ
âCâmon cowboy, show us what you got.â You tease, and Joel shakes his head.
âMm mm. Wonât do it unless you ladies do it with us.â He negotiates, and your eyes flit to Maria who smiles upside down and shrugs her shoulders.
âWouldnât hurt to learn.â She says, and you nod in agreement.
âItâs settled then.â Tommy slaps his thighs, standing up and offering his hand to Maria. Tommy tosses Joel his Stetson off of the coat rack which Joel catches with ease, putting it onto his head as he grins at you, offering his hand to help you stand up.
âHey dad! Kellyâs mom is hereâ oh god, are you and Uncle Tommy line dancing again?â She groans, and Joel holds his hands up in defense.
âUncle Tommy coaxed me into it and these lovely ladies here wanna learn. Not my fault.â
Sarah rolls her eyes and looks between you and Maria. âGood luck with these two knuckleheads. It was nice to meet you!â She says as she heads for the door.
âYou too!â You call back.
âText me when you get there, please.â Joel calls out to her, and she says âkay!â before the front door shuts behind her. Tommy plays the familiar tune of Boot Scootinâ Boogie, and Joel stands next to him before they start to dance in sync. They both hold on to the front of the waistbands of their pants where their belts would presumably be as their footwork syncs up perfectly.
You and Maria watch in awe as they move together effortlessly, mentally noting the moves theyâre repeating. Maria nudges you and you look at her with a shit-eating grin on your face.
âGirl, are you seeing this? Got damn near ten degrees hotter in here just watching my man dance.â
âTell me about it. If Joel and I werenât taking it slow, Iâd probably jump his bones right now.â
âMore power to you. I couldnât do that even if I tried my damndest.â
âTrust me, itâs hard. Especially when he looks like⊠that.â You stare at Joel as he lets the familiar movements flow through his bones, dancing on beat to the upbeat song. He looks at you and shoots you a wink, making you bite your lip to hide your smile.
âCâmon ladies.â Tommy waves you both over, and you both join in with them. It takes a couple of tries to sync up with Joel, but youâre eventually moving with him. He takes your hand and spins you, pulling you into him as he presses you flush against his chest.
You smirk at him and pluck his Stetson off of his head, putting it onto yours. Joel moves his hand to the small of your back, causing you to practically grind into him while you dance. You bite your lip and bat your lashes as you can feel the tension in Joelâs body that desperately needs relief. He shakes his head with a chuckle, leaning in as his lips brush your ear.
âEver heard of the cowboy hat rule, baby?â His voice is raspy and low. He noses at your jawline before leaving a kiss below your ear, pulling his face back into your view.
You shake your head no, and as the song ends, he gives Tommy a look before intertwining your hand with his to lead you upstairs.
âJoelââ You start, but as soon as you step into his bedroom, he closes the door and locks it. He cages you in between both of his strong arms, hands resting on either side of your head as he pops his knee out. Itâs dangerously close to your aching cunt, and if you moved forward just a bit, you could easily grind yourself onto him.
The thought was tempting but your mind went blank, the close proximity between you both making your head spin.
âThe cowboy hat rule,â He starts, leaning down to kiss your neck, âIs when a lady takes a manâs cowboy hat off of his head nâ puts it on herself. Means that the lady wants to be with the man and essentially wants to do more with him.â
âM-more?â Your breath catches in your throat as his hot tongue glides over the warmth of your neck. Youâre beginning to pant harder, hands twitching at your sides, aching to touch him.
âMhm.â He slots his thigh between your legs, and you canât help the soft moan that bubbles in your throat at the delicious friction.
âHad a whole romantic thing planned in my head on how to ask you to be my girl, but fuck baby, I canât wait no more. I know it ainât been long, but I really want you to be mine. âN I sure would love to be your man.â
Your brain starts to function a little better, so you bring your hands up to cup his face. You canât help the grin that spreads on your lips, Joel mirroring you.
âDonât need fancy. Just need you, baby. Iâd love to be yours, Joel.â
And he steals a searing kiss from you, arms wrapping around you as he moves you both backwards toward his bed. He takes his hat off of your head before setting it on his dresser, sitting down on his bed as you follow suit and straddle him. His hands hold onto your thighs, teasing you as they move underneath the hemline of your dress.
His lips separate from yours and he buries his face into your neck, kissing and licking your soft flesh as he grabs a handful of your ass. You canât help but grind yourself into him like last time, the carnal desire for him shredding through you as your self-restraint dwindles down to nearly nothing.
âI-I know we said slow, but baby, can I touch you?â He asks, and you fervently nod your head. Your thoughts were so jumbled that you couldnât be bothered to form a coherent response. Your senses were all-consumed by this man under youâyour boyfriend. You smile at the thought before your jaw goes slack when his hand moves your underwear to the side, fingers sliding through your slick folds.
You bite your lip to stifle the whine that shoots through your chest, heart leaping into your throat. You knew it wouldnât take much for you to come undone if Joel kept teasing you the way he did.
âShit, baby, youâre so fuckinâ wet. This all for me, pretty girl?â He asks, his Southern drawl as thick as honey, darkened eyes meeting yours.
âYes.â You cry, rutting your hips against his fingers.
âCan I?â He asks, prodding the tip of his fingers at your entrance. You nod once again, gripping onto his shoulders as you begin to leave kisses across his neck and collarbone. He slides a finger down to the knuckle in you effortlessly, and you canât help but nip at his neck as the sensation courses through your body.
His one finger alone could reach places yours never could, and it made you dizzy. He slipped another finger into you, the stretch stinging in the slightest as you rocked onto his hand.
âSo fuckinâ tight, baby. There you go.â Joel guides you as he begins to move his own fingers, curling them in your warmth. He was hitting that spot that you could barely ever reach, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head fell back, panting his name repeatedly as you felt the coil already tightening in your core.
âSo fuckinâ pretty, hm? My girl is so gorgeous like this, gettinâ herself off on my fingers. Look like a fuckinâ angel, darlinâ. Such a good girl.â Joel praises you, and your head snaps up as your eyes meet his. He has a devilish smirk on his lips as you thread your fingers through his curls, smashing your lips to his. He groans into the kiss and picks up the pace of his fingers, your arousal now dripping down to his wrist. He felt your pussy clench around his digits, and he was coaxing you to come undone.
âThatâs it baby. Can feel ya, I know you wanna cum. Give it tâme.â He says, and he swallows your moans in a kiss as the band snaps in your core, body convulsing as you ride out your orgasm.
Youâre breathless as you slump against him, kissing his neck repeatedly as you try and catch your breath.
He slowly slides his fingers out of you and you moan at the loss of fullness, gaze meeting his once again. He slips his fingers coated in your arousal into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he tastes you. He leans in to kiss you, and you can easily taste yourself on his tongue.
âSo fuckinâ sweet. Can I taste all of ya?â He asks, and you donât even think twice before you nod. He flips you around onto the bed, kneeling onto the floor as he hooks both of his fingers into the waistband of your panties. Youâre about to lift your hips so he can slide them off of you when a sharp knock on his door sounds.
He groans and sits on his haunches, forehead falling onto your thigh. You giggle and sit up, running your hands through his curls.
âWhat, Tommy?â Joel calls out, and Tommy laughs on the other side of the door.
âJusâ lettinâ ya know Maria ân I are gonna stay in the guest bedroom. The hell are you doinâ in there?â
Joel gets up with a grunt and stalks toward his bedroom door, unlocking it before swinging it open.
âNone of your goddamn business. Thatâs what.â Joel rolls his eyes, and Tommy raises his hands in defense.
âShit, my bad!â He looks past Joel and winks at you, and your face heats up immediately.
âYou have five seconds to get out of my face before I beat your ass. Fuckinâ cockblock.â Joel grumbles, glaring at his brother.
âFair. Carry on. Wrap it before you tap it!â He turns on his heel and trudges down the stairs, and Joel turns back around to look at you, face beet red.
âIgnore him.â He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âNoted,â You pat the spot next to you and he rejoins you on the bed. âNow where were we?â
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Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways itâs Spencerâs birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then sheâs like âI have a ton of questions about the series thoughâ and pulls out a notebook of her questions as sheâs asking them Spencer realizes sheâs THE ONE and itâs all just fluff and two nerds in love đ„°

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x
You and Spencer were both nerds, itâs what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if itâll make the other person uncomfortable.
Spencerâs birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.
Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencerâs face gleam with joy.
After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasnât difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.
After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.
âY/N, how did youâŠâ
âSurprise?â you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.
âIâm so glad you like it.â
âLike it? That doesnât even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.â
Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.
âOh also, I watched a bit of the show!â
âReally? Did you like it?â
âMhm, I have a few questions though, firstlyâŠâ
As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.
Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.
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I think the recent Cass and Jason discussion is very interesting bc like, Jason or even steph in her first appearance take these actions of righteous, murderous (or near murderous) justice bc of the fact that not only have they've been abused, but they're also able to recognise that fact, and feel that despite everything, they didn't deserve to suffer like that (Jason with his murder, Steph with her childhood abuse)
Whereas Cass struggles for most of her series to recognise that she was abused and struggles to properly resent her abuser on the grounds that she didn't deserve it. She resents David for being a killer and making her love him, for making her a killer, but rarely for the actual abuse that came with her training. She eventually recognises it right before the end of pre-52 in batgirl 2008, but not after a long time, and she still tries to save David at the very end after contemplating letting him die.
she does grows to resent Bruce after some time, and confronts him, showing that she's slowly gaining higher expectations for how she should be treated after developing relationships outside the batfamily (coincidentally with Steph, someone who can relate over having a shitty dad, along with her love interests like Kon and Tai)- though Bruce, despite his multitudes of bad parenting moments never truly abuses cass like david did, so there's nuance, and after her fight with bruce, she still has trouble fully reckoning with her abuse (still calls david shooting her 'a game' in front of tim- she knows its wrong but still doesn't act upset about the fact it happened to her).
She kind of sees all the training she went through as a necessary evil in order to have the skills to be a hero- which is somewhat true, but I think it also contributes to her being unable to see herself, even partially, as a victim for large portions of her narrative.
She can understand abuse as something that molds you into a killer, she can't understand being abused and then choosing to be a killer bc of the righteous fury you have at what happened. In Cass' mind her abuse is synonymous with killing. That's the worst thing Cain ever did to her and the reason she ran away. She can't understand someone like Jason choosing it as a way to cope/deal with abuse.
I don't think this is necessarily a ground breaking thought but I think abuse is an interesting lense to look at both Jason and Cass' stories- pre52, Jason's story is about continuing a cycle of abuse. Criminals hurt him, he hurts criminals, and anyone who gets in his way of hurting the criminals, bc even tho he pursues justice, he also pursues retribution, which is hard to do justly. Between that and the whole zombie/living ghost thing, it's downright gothic. Whereas Cass' story is about breaking out of a cycle of abuse- nobody dies bc she let one person die and will never let it happen again. It's just an interesting way to view their differences I think. Good Cass and Jason posts recently!
I LOVE THIS!! I absolutely think abuse informs the way Jay and Cass see the world (and Steph - Steph, in many ways, is the median point between Jason and Cass).
It's the fundamental question that drives Jason and Cass apart. For Cass, her question is: how can I be the victim if I'm the villain? And for Jason, the question is more: how can I be the villain if I'm the victim?
I love this line: "Cass struggles for most of her series to recognise that she was abused and struggles to properly resent her abuser on the grounds that she didn't deserve it." This is doubly complicated by the genuine love David Cain had for her - that panel of them watching the stars kills me every time. This is another key difference between Jason and Cass' abuse (taking Jason's abuse to be his death) - Jason had no love for the Joker, but Cass did love David Cain.
It's why it's so easy for Jason to want to kill the Joker, and so hard for Cass to even be angry at her father. And your point here - "In Cass' mind her abuse is synonymous with killing" - is absolutely on point, because Jason's conception of abuse is the helplessness of being murdered. They are both acting in ways to prevent what abuse means in their minds: as Batgirl, Cass will never have to kill again, and as Red Hood, Jason will never have to be helpless in the face of murderers again.
Any rebuke of their moral codes feels like a denial of the abuse they suffered. It's why Cass can't allow others to kill, and why Jason can't accept Bruce's reasoning for not killing the Joker. It's why these versions of them could never get along. Argh there's been such good Cass and Jason commentary recently, they drive me insane!!!
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svt doing your makeup
a/n: i luv fluff and i luv seokmin UGH. and iâm releasing this as my 1k event is still going on bc i figured yâall deserve some new ideas too. but please go check out that series too! iâll put the link to it right here <3
seungcheol:
⧠claims that sitting on his lap while he does it is necessary
⧠âsit hereâ he says, patting his lap, âi need you up closeâ
⧠tries to be as gentle as he can
⧠whines when eyeliner is hard to do then he whines even more when you laugh at him
jeonghan:
⧠lowkey pranks you by telling you heâll attempt one look but he does something very different
⧠nothing crazy, like he wouldnât purposefully make you look bad by any means
⧠but maybe he wants to gently push you out of your comfort zone so he picks a new eyeshadow color, but still subtly does it so it isnât too vivid
⧠âyou said you were gonna do my usual!â you gasped when you finally checked yourself in the mirror
⧠he actually did pretty well, you were just caught off guard
⧠âi always wondered how youâd look like thisâ he tells you, âand would you look at that, i knew youâd look so goodâ
joshua:
⧠he likes to watch when you get ready most of the time so he knew your routine for the most part
⧠his hands are confident as he works, his lips gently parted as he focuses
⧠tilts your face by gently holding your chin
⧠gets up very close to your face to put your makeup on but also to definitely fluster you (heâs evil for this)
jun:
⧠thinks watching one youtube tutorial is enough but it is in fact, not
⧠forgets how to do something as soon as he puts a dab of concealer on your face
⧠âwait, wait a minute-â
⧠heâs rewinding the video he referenced and maybe he swaps a method here and there - like jun the dot of makeup is starting to set
⧠you donât look too bad at the end either, but heâs very relieved to be done (after an hour) as heâs spritzing your setting spray
soonyoung:
⧠get so excited, âcan i pick your outfit too!â
⧠really really wants to do it well so he asks you about everything, every step of the way
⧠âis this the one they use when they get rid of my eye bags?â he asks
⧠âi have to tap the excess off right?â
⧠âwhatâs the difference between these two?â
⧠maybe you have to retouch a little at the end, but youâre proud of him (may have been light handed because he didnât want to overdo it)
⧠loves it when you put on the outfit he picked and give him 360 of your look
⧠you give him a kiss on the cheek after and you leave a kiss print with your lipstick (heâs the kind of bf to not wipe it off too and he sends a selfie to the svt group chat to brag)
wonwoo:
⧠calm about the whole ordeal
⧠googles general makeup instructions and references this one article as he does your makeup
⧠he keeps looking back between the article and your face
⧠doesnât go for anything over the top, but more or less just perfects your skin
⧠âvery prettyâ he comments as he assesses his work
jihoon:
⧠also does research and heâs the only member who learns how to undo a mistake
⧠he mutters to himself âwait, this is not it, wait, donât look in the mirror right now,â as heâs scrambling for your concealer
⧠very careful hands
⧠kind of under pressure because he doesnât want to be at fault for making you look bad
minghao:
⧠heâs so fun, he wants to do a matching look with you
⧠wants to go for something edgy, maybe some soft smokey eyeshadow
⧠winds up being a session where he does your makeup (with the most delicate hands) and you do his
⧠you also end up painting each otherâs nails to add to the look
⧠easy to say both of you look very hot together
mingyu:
⧠APPALLED when you flinch away from him when heâs holding your eyeliner
⧠heâs already talking in pout when he goes âhave i ever hurt you before? baby trust meâ
⧠heâs so pouty from that point on and heâs even more motivated to make you pretty (well, more pretty than you already are)
⧠âhere, lookâ he tells you, holding out a mirror so you can examine his work
⧠you gasp, ââgyu you did so good!â heâs blushing but still a little sulky
⧠âsee? iâd never hurt you! you had no reason to flinch!â
⧠âi know, i knowâ you assure him, taking your usual seat in his lap to wrap your arms around his neck to snuggle him. âthank you baby, i love itâ (you know heâs already forgiven you when he wraps his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer)
seokmin:
⧠baby is so so gentle with you
⧠compliments you after ever step
⧠âyour skinâs already so perfect i donât have to do a lot..â he mumbles under his breath
⧠âwow this is so sparkly, your eyes are even prettierâ he grins
⧠âpucker your lips for me?â heâll ask (he takes off half of what he put on though because he cant fight the urge to peck your lips when theyâre like this)
⧠squishes your cheeks when heâs done and he says âyouâre so prettyyyâ in that painfully adorable lovesick way he does
seungkwan:
⧠hereâs our resident perfectionist â he does research thoroughly
⧠even finds some good alternatives for some of your current stuff
⧠winds up teaching you a better method for the looks you tend to go for
⧠âthatâs not how i do it but-â you begin, only to be interrupted with âi thought you said i could do what i wanted! just wait, look, iâll show you-â
⧠his lips are pursed and frankly, heâs starting to sweat because heâs passionate about getting you to look even better than you already do
⧠10/10 look in the end, you could easily wear it out
vernon:
⧠he was surprised at your request to do your makeup but he agrees. though he does warn you it might not look great
⧠âyou trust me with this?â he double checks as soon as you lay out your supplies on the desk
⧠âof course i doâ this makes him grin
⧠he doesnât look up anything but he lets you talk him through your steps and his touch is so light and a little awkward as he swipes across your eyelid
⧠he canât hold his reactions when he messes up though, and heâs kind of like đŹ in that very specific vernon way. âi think youâre gonna wanna do this part babeâ and he watches so intently as you do it
⧠amidst this though, he does learn about your process and even if he canât do your look for you entirely, he might offer to do parts of your routine for you in the future. if youâre tired as youâre getting ready in the morning maybe he can lay your foundation for you and your concealer - the parts of your process that arenât too intricate.
⧠future vernon maybe even offers to take off your makeup for you at the end of a day instead
chan:
⧠he believes the phrase âshoot for the moon. even if you miss, youâll land among the starsâ
⧠in hindsight, it could be poetic but he really just bites off more than he could chew
⧠rewatches the same ten seconds of a tutorial over and over again and he still doesnât quite understand what cutting a crease means
⧠please kiss his forehead and walk him through it
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When the End Comes | ch 4 (jjk)

âsummary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
âpairing: photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, there is mature content in every chapter)
âgenre: breakup!au, slice of life!au, angst with a big A, smut
âwarnings: fear of getting stood up, alcohol, pet names, curses, Jungkook's scars, angst, stubborn Jungkook, pessimism, depressive episode, cliffhanger at the end I'm sorry, explicit content: jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), Jungkook taking pictures of them during (I apologize, I have sinned), balls sucking/fondling, pain kink (Jungkook), deep throating, mouth fucking, unprotected sex, hickey, clit play, degradation, fingering, cum play (ish?)
âword count: 14.3k
âseries masterpost
âa/n: Rereading each chapter to edit is a challenge bc I just be sobbing the whole time :') I hope you enjoy this one, though it does really hurt oop
âa/n pt2: Thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing this, you are the best <3 and thank you to @jessikahathaway for supporting me with this project, you are amazinnng
âRead The Forgotten Spaces here, the prequel to When the End Comes! It does not need to be read to understand When the End Comes, but I think it still should be read first to have a better understanding of the characters in general!
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But love never leaves a heart, where it found it, found it You found it Someday, I'll fall into you That's where I'll be now when the end comes
When the End Comes, Andrew Belle
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Friday, September 8th
You clutch the gift bag in your hand. It feels strange to be meeting Jungkook again, after last weekend. And even after last weekend, youâre not sure where youâre standing.
Did he spend his whole week thinking about you the way that you were thinking about him?
You texted a little, over the week. Each time a notification from him popped up on your phone, you felt like youâd gone back in time. Like maybe, maybe you took a time machine to a past of better days last weekend. Itâs bittersweet in a way, because you feel like there is still so much left unsaid between you and him.
But heâs willing to try. Even if you broke him, even if youâve been wondering if thereâs anything salvageable after all, heâs willing to try. Willing to meet you at a Korean barbecue restaurant halfway between his place and yours.
You check the time, anxiety flooding your veins. Heâs running late, though he texted you to tell you he was almost there. A part of you wonders if heâs going to stand you up â you think youâd deserve it. Because youâre not sure you deserve this chance, yet you donât want to lose it, donât want to let it go.
You look down at the bag. You bought the gift on a whim this week, and you have no idea if heâll still want it. Itâs a lens he was looking to buy months ago, before he left for Paris, and thereâs a high chance that heâll have bought it for himself since thenâŠ
You just couldnât think about anything other than that to gift him. Even though his work was your demise, you know Jungkook loves photography. Always will, no matter where you two will end up. And since it was his birthday last weekend â before youâd reconnected â you thought why not? Why not get a gift and show him that you still care, that you remember?
Because youâd never forget, when it comes to him. You think, if you had dementia, heâd be the last thing youâd lose, if at all.
You worry at your lip, glancing around. Luckily enough for you, there is a bench outside of the restaurant, though you can only sit on a corner of it as the rest is still wet from the rain earlier. It was raining when you left work, but it fortunately stopped as you were getting ready for the date.
You sigh, looking down at your phone again. Twenty minutes late seems like a long time, considering that Jungkookâs not one to be late usually. A sense of dread takes ahold of your heart, and you already feel tears forming in your eyes.
You were foolish, stupid. Idiotic, if you thought there was a way things could be set right.
You get up, looking towards the door of the restaurant. A couple are waiting in the hall, arms around each other as they hug with not a care in the world. It aches deeply, makes you crave the physical intimacy last Saturday held and you gulp as you swallow around the lump in your throat.
Still you stay rooted in your spot. Thereâs a light tremor that starts taking a hold of you, and you regret not putting a jacket on even though it isnât remotely freezing today. Your eyes fall to the gift bag, and you think about May. About the moment youâd let him go â has he gotten too far for you to reach him now?
A tear wins. Or perhaps itâs the gravity, growing ten times stronger as your heart breaks again. As the hope gets lost to you, replaced by that same deep sorrow youâve become accustomed to. You sigh, the breath of air trembling on the way out.
And then you almost let out a scream as someone touches your arm.
Jungkook startles just as much as you, taking a step back, his big, doe eyes widening even more as he meets your gaze. Your mouth remains open, yet no words come out. You just take him in, take his appearance in â his piercings, the beanie heâs wearing, his flushed cheeks. He looks like he was running, and you think maybe he was.
âIâm sorry,â he tells you.
At that your eyes drop to the bright pink bouquet of flowers heâs holding, and something inside of you heals, as if youâve found a cure to the disease.
âOh, Jungkook,â you let out. You meet his gaze again. âYou didnât have to.â
He pulls at his piercings, shrugging sheepishly. âI wanted to.â
Itâs warm. Whatever is blossoming in your chest is warm, a stark contrast to the winter youâve been stuck in since the night you lost him.
âThank you,â you murmur, and you blink away the tears in your eyes.
You freeze when he wipes the one thatâs already rolled on your cheek, frowning slightly at the sight.
âThe florist I wanted to go to first was closed,â he says as an explanation. âI had to run around to find another one.â
You offer him a small smile, and his features immediately smooth out into a soft expression too.
âI was scared you wereâŠâ you trail off, wetting your lips as you refuse to voice your fear.
Refuse to admit you didnât have faith in him.
âI thought you would,â he answers carefully. âHence why I ran.â
You nod. âIâŠâ You look down at the gift bag, holding it up. âI got you a birthday gift.â
His smile is teary when you look at it next, and you take a moment to delve into the depths of his gaze. Thereâs a small twinkle there, though it is faint, barely even noticeable. If you didnât know him like the sun knows the moon, you wouldnât recognize it.
Heâs hopeful. Itâs strange â there was no hope in Jungkookâs gaze last weekend. Or there had been, for a fraction of a moment, until it had been blown away by the wind. You can only hope that this time it will hold on strong.
âYou didnât have to,â he says, though the curve of his pink lips tells you he appreciates the thought.
He grabs the gift bag, not looking through it right away. Instead, he hands you the flowers, and you delicately take them, bringing them close to your nose so that you can inhale the fragrance. Your eyelids flutter shut, and a content smile moves on your lips.
âThank you,â you murmur as you meet his gaze again. âAndâŠâ You motion towards the gift. âYou deserved it. I think youâll like it.â
Thereâs a moment of awkward silence, as Jungkook looks down at the bag. He offers you a tight-lipped smile, and you cock an eyebrow.
âWhat?â he lets out.
âArenât you going toâŠâ you vaguely answer. âOpen it?â
âOh, now?â He chuckles awkwardly, glancing around before pointing towards the restaurant. âShouldnât we go in to give our names?â
Heâs got a point. Especially considering that itâs a Friday evening. So you do just that, giving your phone number to the hostess as she tells you there will be a thirty minutes wait. You and Jungkook move back outside after that, and he guides you towards his car, a few streets down.
âHow was work this week?â he asks on the way.
âBetter,â you admit, remembering how youâd told him that you didnât like the new department in which you worked.
And itâs true â it has been better. Maybe because the excitement of receiving texts from him through the days made it easier to handle. Or maybe itâs because you havenât been so damned cold since last weekend. All in all, work has been easier, even if it isnât as interesting as it used to be.
âIâm glad,â he says, offering you a smile.
Silence surrounds the two of you, only interrupted by a car honking in the street. You startle a little, and Jungkook chuckles.
Youâre struck. His chuckles have healing properties, youâre convinced of it. They spark hope into you, so bright you think youâll be blinded, retina forever burned. Yet your eyes donât lose focus on him, even as his lips return to a neutral expression.
âWhat about you?â you ask as your heart picks up in your chest. âWhat were you up to this week?â
A small crease appears between his brows, but it disappears so quickly you think you might have imagined it. âIâve been going to the gym,â he answers. âAnd looking around for some jobs.â
His last sentence turns the hope into a firework show inside of you. âYeah? Any luck so far?â
You reach his car, and as he always does, he opens the door for you. You blush, something you havenât really done with Jungkook in forever, and youâre struck thinking that this feels new.
Perhaps this will be a new chapter in your relationship with Jeon Jungkook after all.
âThank you,â you mutter as your cheeks burn. You sit in, and he closes the door before moving around the car to get in. You watch him do so, and he sits next to you, turning the car on just long enough so that you can roll the windows down.
âNow,â he lets out, eyeing the bag. âWhatâs this?â
For some reason, it makes you chuckle, and he shoots you a dumb smile that makes you think youâve delved right into the heat of summer, warmth spreading through you. It erases the winter, replaces it with blooming flowers and bright sun rays, golden sunsets and the feeling of a soft breeze threading through your hair.
Needless to say, you want to cling to it before winter comes again.
âOpen and youâll see,â you answer, your heart racing as you glance at the bag, before going back to his smile.
He nods, and he opens the bag, taking out the paper first. Your heartbeat increases tenfold because, what if he doesnât like it?
What if he takes it as an affront that youâve given him something photography related?
But then he sees it. Sees the lens you bought for him, and his features turn somber, but not in a bad way. They settle into a calm expression, with a softer smile that barely even tugs at the corners of his lips. He takes a deep breath, and then looks towards you again.
Teary eyes find yours, and you think maybe this is it. Maybe this is where the end will find you. Lost in the swirling depth of his gaze, in the forgotten space of you and him.
He whispers your name, emotion making it heavier than the whole world. You nod once, as no sentences take shape in your mind to reply to him. Youâre not sure you have to say something â he sees in your eyes the emotions you canât quite voice.
âYou really didnât have to,â he adds, and you watch his Adamâs apple bob as he gulps. âFuck.â
He looks down at the lens, takes it out of the bag so that he can examine it thoroughly. You observe him as he does so, as if youâre watching a show. And you think, maybe he is a show â a movie meant for you to admire on and on until you go old and blindness seeps into your gaze.
âI wanted to,â you reply.
He shoots you a quick look, just as teary as the initial one. âThank you.â
âOf course.â
And then he laughs, a small vulnerable laugh that has you blinking back the wetness building up on your waterline. You echo it with one of yours, though it comes unexpectedly to you. But then again, you reckon you share the same feelings.
You always have, havenât you? Your soul is in sync with his, has always been, no matter if distance put an end to the story of you and him. Or tried to, because heâs here today.
So are you, and if he allows it, youâll never leave again.
âIâve wanted this lens in forever,â he says, voice small as he turns it in his hands, looking at it in every possible angle. âYouâŠâ he trails off, meets your gaze and smiles again. âYou remembered.â
You nod. âHow could I forget?â You worry at your lips, shy away from his gaze to watch your wriggling fingers in your lap. âThere isnât a day I didnât think of you.â
The revelation seems out of place, in a parked car on the side of a busy street. Yet it comes naturally to you, and meets him just as naturally. Because he nods, and then reaches for you. Grabs your jaw, gently, so that he can turn your head towards him. Thereâs a moment when you think the whole world holds his breath, and then he leans forward, brushes a soft kiss on your lips.
âI missed you,â he admits as he pulls away, letting go of your jaw reluctantly.
A tear slips on your cheek, and you quickly dry it. âI missed you too.â
And though the moment is heavy with emotion, you donât want to run away from it. When you were younger, you would have fled like a deer hearing a branch crack in the woods. But today, today you want the weight of this emotion to rest upon you, like a weighted blanket that reminds you youâre alive.
The emotion lingers, past this moment and into the next. As you get the text that a table is ready for you and him, and you move back to the Korean restaurant. As you sit in front of him, watch him smile and laugh in time with you at the stupid jokes that you make.
You and him make more sense than you realized. Or maybe you forgot. Maybe the distance made you forget, but right now you think you know heâll always be the one. And if you lose him again, heâll be the one that got away, and youâll search for him through every connection with temporary people.
Because there canât be permanent people after him. Heâs permanently inked into your heart, carved into your bones.
âHow has your family been?â he asks when thereâs a lull in the conversation.
You offer him a tight-lipped smile, though you know he means your father, Isabel and Louis.
You know heâd never talk about your mother as part of your family.
âTheyâve been great,â you answer. âDadâs been looking to retire, or at least to have a lesser charge at work.â
Jungkook furrows his brows, but says nothing as he puts some meat on the grill between you and him. You observe him as he does so, wincing when flames erupt and he pulls his hand away â quickly enough, thankfully.
âHow old is he again?â Jungkook asks after that, meeting your gaze again.
âFifty-nine,â you reply. âBut I donât think itâs about his age. He just wants to spend more time with Louis.â
The softness that takes over his doe eyes makes you want to curl up in him, against him. Makes you want to listen to his beating heart until the day that it ceases, decades away from now. Itâs a strong feeling, and youâre forced to blink away tears again.
âDonât cry,â Jungkook gently says, and he reaches to pat your cheek.
It makes you laugh. Of course it does, and he offers you a dumb smile again. For the first time that night, you notice that yes, it does reach his eyes. The smile lights up his gaze, though thereâs wariness, etched in the lines of his face.
Itâs not that you missed it before. Maybe you just didnât want to see it. But right in this instant, itâs all you can see, and it makes his smile fall until his eyes follow, moving to the grill. He turns the meat as you busy yourself with eating japchae.
And you donât like this silence. You donât like the ache that it carries, so you force yourself to try. To try and fight for him and prove that, after everything, he really is where the end will be, when it comes for you.
âWhat about your family?â you ask, throwing him a lifeline in the storm youâre sure heâs been plagued with too.
âTheyâve been great,â he answers. âMy brotherâs wife is pregnant again.â
For a moment you forget about the torment between you and him as your mind zeroes in on the fact. âThatâs amazing!â you let out, and your smile comes easily. âThey must be so happy.â
Jungkook looks at your smile, taking a deep breath. It seems he takes a decision then, because his lips curve up, and some of the wariness fades away. He looks softer like this, younger, and your heart shines under his light.
âIt really is,â he says. âI was thinking on going to Korea to see the baby when Yuri gives birth.â
In another world, you would have said youâll go with him, but right now you donât think you can. So, instead, you reply, âThatâs a good idea. Iâm sure your family will be happy to see you.â
He nods, and then he puts some meat in your bowl, taking the two other stripes for himself. You mindlessly pick one of the pieces up, mixing it in ssamjang before eating it. You wince as you burn your tongue a little, and quickly eat the meat so that you can take a long gulp of water.
Jungkook must have expected you to burn yourself, because he laughs at your expense as he refills your glass. âYou good?â
You nod. âSorry, just burned myself.â
âDonât apologize.â
So you donât. For the rest of the evening, you try not to apologize. And you think you succeed â you both speak as if distance wasnât a thing between you. As if time hasnât come to pass between you too â as if youâve never been apart. As if, seven years ago, the stars told the truth as they sparkled in the July night sky.
You finish eating while chatting like this, while sharing thoughts about movies youâve seen. As he tells you about working out, about Bam and the songs heâs been listening to. He drinks a beer as you speak, and you once again take a moment to admire him.
Youâd never admit it, but the beanie makes him look good. Comfortable and soft â as does the jean jacket, you reckon. But then again you know Jungkook would look good in anything, one of the advantages of him being gifted with pretty privilege.
And when he clinks his glass with yours, claiming you have to finish drinking even though youâve only been drinking water, you still laugh with him, still down your glass as he chugs the beer. And you wonder, how long will it take to erase the distance?
Will it take more than this moment in time, to undo the distance and rebuild the closeness?
And you think, maybe it just needs now. Because as you walk out, bellies full and minds buzzing with a slight tinge of alcohol, you accept Jungkookâs extended hand. You let him guide you to his car, even though yours is parked on the other side of the restaurant. He opens the door for you again, but you hesitate for a moment.
Long enough to step closer to him instead, and pull him down so you can peck his lips. He looks surprised, and his features fall serious as you share a long look.
âCan I come over tonight?â you whisper.
He nods. âI thought it was a given.â
Of course he would. And youâre not even mad that he would. Youâre rather relieved, and you canât help yourself. You canât help pulling him down in a more heated kiss, even though you hate public displays of affection. There are just words your lips canât say any other way than this, and he gets it. Heâll always get you. He always will, and he kisses you with the same intensity, one hand cupping your cheek gently while the other presses on the small of your back, resting flat as he pulls you in. You hold his delicate waist, sighing in the kiss as your thumbs draw idle lines on his sides.
Jungkook pulls away to press a kiss on your forehead, lingering there for a small eternity that leads to you wrapping your arms around his waist. He lets you do it, and you wonder if his soul has found yours. You hope it has, for there are things your soul can say even better than your mouth can.
Apologies donât mean much when they are shaped in words. But you think your soul could show him, and maybe, maybe tonight heâll allow you to show him.
âAre you parked somewhere you can leave your car overnight?â he asks softly, lips moving against your forehead.
You nod. âI am.â
âThen letâs go home.â
*****
It comes as a surprise, when you realize Jungkook has moved in the same building as Kiko and Yoongi. Even more so as they run into you on the way in, knowing smiles on their lips as Jungkook holds your hand tight. They donât really say a lot â both of them arenât man and woman of words, except when they pour them into the lyrics of a song.
But Kiko does hug you. Does whisper in your ear that she wishes everything will be set right for the two of you, and when you pull away to meet Jungkookâs gaze, you think it already is. Especially as youâre clutching the flowers he got for you, and their sweet fragrance surrounds you.
And then they walk away, as they were leaving to go on a late walk, and you and Jungkook walk in the building, making your way to the elevator. Jungkook presses the call button, and then pulls you close to his chest so that he can press a kiss on the top of your head.
âWell, that was awkward,â he says.
You chuckle. âIt wasnât really.â
His grip tightens around you before he lets you go so that you can enter the elevator. He follows you in, and he intertwines your fingers as he presses on the fourth floor. As the elevator starts moving, you pull him closer, tilting your head back as you pout slightly.
âWhat?â he asks.
âKiss me?â
He doesnât need to be asked twice. He immediately dives in, and youâre surprised with the strength of the kiss. As if heâs pouring his entire soul in it, and you think maybe he is. After all, you kiss him back with all the fire in you, and itâs burning brighter than it ever has.
Unfortunately, the moment is short-lived as you reach his floor and the doors slide open. He pulls away, presses a kiss on your forehead as if he wasnât sucking on your tongue a moment ago, and then he pulls you behind him as he walks towards his door.
Itâs further down the hall, and you wait excitedly as he unlocks. Though youâre a little worried about seeing Bam again â what if he doesnât recognize you?
Which, you reckon was a stupid thought, because the dog comes barging out, tail wagging wildly, when Jungkook manages to get the door open.
âBamie!â you exclaim, and Jungkook carefully takes the bouquet of flowers from your hand to allow you to bend down and pet the dog.
He licks at your face, whimpering as if he thought heâd lost you. It brings tears to your eyes, and you giggle like a kid as you pet him, rubbing his short fur as he keeps running all around you.
âI think heâs happy to see you,â Jungkook deadpans, and you burst out laughing.
You look up to try and look at Jungkook, but Bam jumps in your vision, which makes you giggle again. And then, something magical happens. Something you didnât think youâd hear again â Jungkook laughs that childish laugh of his, the one that usually only comes forth when heâs really happy.
You act by pure instinct. You stand up, wrap your arms around Jungkookâs neck. His giggle dies against your lips, but heâs quick to kiss you back as he snakes his inked arm around your back. You let out a breathy sound, and then burst into a fit of giggles as Bam jumps on you.
âI think he demands attention,â you state and Jungkook nods as you part, though he keeps his arm close to you.
âWe should take him on a walk,â he says, and you notice his cheeks are flushed red. You reckon yours probably are too, but thereâs something about seeing the effect that you have on him, even after everything, that makes you come undone.
âIâm so happy to be with you right now,â you murmur.
He gulps, eyes shining suddenly. âMe too.â He adds your name softly, before repeating, âMe too.â
You walk in his apartment after that, to put the flowers in a large glass of water since Jungkook doesnât own any vase. Meanwhile, he disappears in what you assume is the bedroom, only to reappear with his camera. To your surprise, heâs already fitted the new lens on it.
Itâs endearing. Thereâs something so incredibly endearing at the thought that your gift is loved already, that Jungkook already wants to use it. It makes a line of silver appear in your eyes, and you donât even blink it away as Jungkook angles the camera towards you to take a picture.
âHuh,â he lets out as he looks at the picture. He adjusts some settings, and before heâs had time to take another picture of you, Bam comes up to you, jumping up. His two paws rest on your waist as you laugh, and thatâs when Jungkook snaps the picture.
You glance his way to see him smiling softly, and then he nods appreciatively. âIâm going to use this lens way too much,â he comments.
It makes you laugh. âIâm glad.â
And then youâre going outside with the dog. Jungkook brings the camera, and he snaps pictures of the surroundings, of you and Bam. He even takes one of the three of you, though you reckon the angle is clearly unflattering.
It doesnât feel like it matters. Because youâre struck realizing that this, this moment matters. It matters enough for him to want to commit it to memory, and you wonder if heâs going to add it to all the frames you left behind.
But then again, did he even put them up in his new apartment? From what you could see when you were in, there was no picture visible.
It aches, but then he tells you to smile and you do. You immediately do, because thereâs nothing easier than smiling when youâre with him like this. The wariness still clings to him, but itâs barely visible, like a mirage thatâs about to fade in the distance.
âStop taking pictures of me,â you say as he takes another one.
He lets out a noncommittal sound, shrugging his shoulder. âWhy?â
You pout as blush creeps on your cheek. âYou havenât taken this many pictures of me since⊠Chicago?â
He shakes his head. âI took more pictures on our first trip to Korea.â
A beautiful trip, where youâd met his family for the first time. You had gotten along with everyone well, even though your Korean was poor. You got better through the years, but you still have a long way before you can speak in Korean without feeling like everyone is going to judge you.
âThatâs beside the point,â you mumble. You motion towards Bam, whoâs patiently sitting next to you. âIâm pretty sure heâs done.â
Jungkook pouts, and butterflies take flight in your stomach. âSorry,â he apologizes.
Youâre not quite sure why.
âI justâŠâ he adds, and then shadows cloud over his features. They resemble the sorrow that was surrounding him last weekend, and just like that you think summer has ended. âI havenât used my camera sinceâŠâ
You donât need for him to say it, because you know exactly what he was going to say. Still, it hurts, and your gaze drops to the ground.
âGosh,â you whisper. You let out a strangled sound. âIâm so sorry.â
He doesnât say anything. Just grabs your hand, raising it to his mouth to press a gentle kiss on your knuckles.
âWe said weâd try,â he reminds you, or maybe heâs trying to remind himself. âLetâs try. For real. So no more apologies.â
âI feel like you deserve thousands of apologies and more,â you admit.
He kisses your forehead, and itâs against your skin that he whispers, âI just want us to move on from what happened.â
You nod, wrapping an arm around his waist to loosely hug him. Unfortunately, Bam pulls on his leash, and you have to let go of Jungkook far too quickly. Still, you meet his gaze, nodding your head again.
âI want to move on too,â you tell him. âIf I could, Iâd erase everything butâŠâ
He holds out his hand for you to interlace your fingers with his. âBut itâs in the past.â
Heâs right, yet you see the wariness. Itâs still there, though you think soon the mist will dissipate with the rays of the sun. So you follow him in, let him feed Bam before he shows you around his small apartment. It feels like him, in ways you canât really describe, and you want to stay. You think, if heâd ask youâd never leave again.
âI like it,â you tell him as he finishes the tour in his bedroom, which is only occupied by an unmade bed with white sheet and a small night table with his pair of glasses on top. You notice the LED lights, and a smile moves to your lips. âPlease tell me these still shine purple like they did at the house with the boys.â
Jungkook nods, offering you a grin. âYeah. I thought itâd be great to have a⊠reminder of a simpler time.â
He turns them on, and you get it. You get it so much you grab the lapels of his jean jacket, pulling him closer to you. His lips are upon yours in an instant, hungry, insistent, ravishing a kiss that makes you light-headed. Especially as he grabs your face, holds on to it like itâs a life buoy in a storm. The piercings push into your bottom lip, their colder temperature making your tongue dart to them, as if to warm them.
Jungkook groans, and then kicks the door of his bedroom shut. Heâs had to stop kissing you for that, but heâs kissing you again half a second later, and itâs even more intense, more desperate.
You let go of his jacket, hands blindly moving to his belt as he pushes his tongue in your mouth. You suck on it, moan lightly when he groans again. You fumble with the buckle, but soon enough you get it undone, and you move on to the button of his jeans.
You just want him. Need to feel his body against you, in you. And clearly he needs the same thing, as he pulls away from the hug to take your shirt off. Right as you get the button undone, and then unzip his jeans. You slip your hand in, letting out a breathy sound as you find him already hard. He sits heavy in your hand, and you squeeze him unabashedly.
âFuck,â he curses, head thrown back as his eyes close. âBaby.â
The pet name has you drop to your knees, and you pull his pants down just enough for his dick to spring free. He doesnât try to stop you, and you admire him for a time. Admire the brown base of his tip, the veins that run along his length. A bead of precum appears on his slit as you look, and youâre quick to lick it clean. The salty taste fills your mouth, and you look up at him, to see him watching down on you, strands of hair falling in his eyes where theyâve escaped the confines of his beanie.
âSuck it, mmh?â he says.
You grab him, jerking him off loosely. âYeah?â
His eyes darken behind the strands of hair. He bites at his piercings, cocking his head to the side. And then heâs glancing away and to your surprise, he asks, âCan I take pictures of you while you suck my dick?â
You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he bucks his hips forward. In answer, you sit back on your heels, looking up at him innocently. âRight now?â He nods. âYou want to take pictures of me while I suck your dick?â
âIf you want to,â he answers. âIf you donât want to itâs fine.â
You close your lips around his tip, sucking once. âYouâll keep the pictures to yourself?â
You donât know why youâre agreeing. Only know that the lust in Jungkookâs gaze is making you forget everything about common sense. But then again, you highly doubt that Jungkook would ever do anything to harm you.
Jungkookâs mouth falls open as he was about to answer, but when you take his dick as far as you can, heâs silenced. And heâs hard in your mouth, a rod of steel youâve missed since last week.
âYeah,â he finally breathes out.
You sit back on your heels. âThen itâs fine.â
He smirks, nodding his head as he finishes taking off his jeans and underwear. âWait here.â
You purse your lips as he walks away, and you watch him leaving his room to head to where he left his camera. You patiently wait, feeling shy even though you have nothing to be shy about. This is just Jungkook â itâs not like he hasnât seen you half-naked and on your knees for him before.
It takes him a moment to come back, but when he does, itâs to sit on bed. Heâs still hard, and he leans back on a hand as you move closer.
âIf you want me to stop, you tell me, okay?â he gently says as you run a hand along his thighs.
You glance at his scar, the familiar knot of skin giving you more confidence than you expected. âYouâre going to jerk off to these pictures, mmh?â
He gulps, angling his camera towards you as you lean closer to his dick. You lick at it, and the shutter goes off.
It has you dripping in your panties, unexpectedly.
âSo what if I do?â he asks as you grab his dick, stroking him.
The question is rhetorical, and your answer is to wrap your lips around his cock as your eyes flutter shut. You swirl your tongue around the tip and hollow your cheeks as you go down. You hold the gag reflex in as he hits the back of your throat, and you canât help but moan as you hear his camera again.
You flick your tongue at his frenulum on the way out, and then you stroke his dick as you sit back. You move one hand to his balls, squeezing gently before thinking better of it and leaning forward, sucking on one. He grunts, and you keep your eyes locked on the camera as you jerk him off faster.
Another picture added to the list. And youâre dripping wet. Already you want to sink on his dick, want him to be so deep inside of you that youâre just one.
âKookâŠâ you murmur, and then youâre back to sucking on his dick, though this time you make sure to squeeze his balls too, the way that he likes it. Hard, but not too hard, and youâre choking around his dick in no time as he starts fucking up in your mouth, clearly forgetting about the pictures.
It goes like this for a while, with his dick growing impossibly hard. Your jaw aches by the time he pushes down on your head, hand lost in your hair. You gag, and he moans loudly. You think heâs coming, but he somehow manages to keep it in before pulling you off.
âShit,â he curses. âSorry.â He breathes for a moment, as you wipe your mouth and chin from the drool.
âItâs okay,â you reassure him. You glance at the camera. âAny good pics?â
That brings him back to the land of lust and passion, and he offers you a smirk. âWe can look at them after. Iâm not done with you yet.â
You laugh, because you know youâve barely started. Know youâre likely to be unable to walk tomorrow. Because the lust in his gaze hasnât shone so bright in years, yes, but also because you almost lost each other.
Or maybe you have, and this too is just a dip in the past.
You stand up, hands snaking to your back so that you can unclasp your bra. Jungkook watches you carefully, before taking a picture as you massage your breasts. It makes you bite at your lower lip, and you look at his hard dick where it rests on his stomach.
âCan I ride you?â you ask breathlessly.
He smirks. âYou donât want me to finger you first?â
Instead of replying, you finish undressing, taking off your pants and panties at the same time. You then push on his jean jacket, and he takes that as a cue to remove it. You motion to the shirt too as he was about to lean back on his hand and he cocks his head to the side, an eyebrow raised. When you nod, he takes it off too, and it makes his beanie fall.
His hair is a mess, and you canât resist but step forward so that you can push it back, though you think the jet black strands are currently untamable. You give up after a few seconds, pushing on his chest so that he lies back.
His eyes are on you as you climb on his lap, and you grind along his length, coating it with your juices.
âShit,â he lets out again. âYouâre fucking dripping.â
You nod, moving up just enough so that you can grab the base of his dick. His tip prods your entrance, and he pulls at his piercings as you wait there, teasing him with a corner smile on your lips.
âFucking tease,â he growls.
It undoes something in you. Because yes, you wanted to tease him. You wanted him to beg you to fuck him, but now you sink down on him, until he reaches your cervix. Even the pain of him hitting the back of your pussy doesnât make you move, and your walls clench around his dick as he grunts out a curse, followed by your name.
âKook,â you purr. âFuck me good.â
He chuckles as you circle your hips, and his free hand rests on your hip as he angles his camera to take a picture of you again. âYou canât do the work?â
He says it condescendingly, and you find enough challenge in you to start bouncing up and down. It shuts him up, and the following moment is spent with you fucking yourself on him as he groans under you, your breathy moans filling his room. Soon enough he stops taking pictures, putting his camera down next to him so that he can hold your hips with his two hands.
And then heâs fucking up in you, and you cry out as you lean forward, wrapping an arm around his neck while your other hand holds on to his shoulder.
Youâre a mess, yet your heart clenches in your chest as he fucks you like this. As you remember a land of winter, that somehow doesnât feel as distant as it should. Maybe because of Jungkookâs wariness tonight, or maybe because you know all good things come to an end.
The thought douses your arousal, until Jungkook stills deep inside of you and whispers, âI want to be with you, like this, forever.â
You nuzzle your face in his neck and suck a mark on his skin. âMe too.â
And then heâs fucking you again, hard and quick. He holds you close, grunts in your ear as you lick at his neck. Itâs an abundance of sensation, and your brain focuses on the way he hits your clit whenever he pushes up. Whenever his hips snap against you, and soon thereâs an orgasm in the distance.
It finds you when he lets you sit up so that you can fuck yourself on him again, and his thumb finds your clit to press expert circles on it. It finds you hard, and your pussy spasms repeatedly on his dick. He helps you through the high, and when you finally come down, a dumb smile tugs at the corners of your lips.
âFuck,â you let out.
âFelt good?â he asks with a teasing tone to his voice, the one you know he only reserves for you.
To hear it right now makes you love him so much you think youâll die on the spot. Because yes, tonight has been great. Yes, itâs almost been like before, but what if he doesnât take you back?
What if, in the end, this was just an extended moment meant to be closure for you and him?
âYes,â you still reply.
Because no matter how much your heart aches in your chest, youâll never lie to him.
âGood,â he says. He sits up, wraps an arm around your waist to steady you as he brings his mouth to yours.
You go in for the kiss. Meet him halfway, and you moan against him as he moves under you, albeit clumsily from the position.
His lips will make you drunk. Make you dumb, make you forget that thereâs a world outside the door. That, in that world, you might not belong to him anymore. But then again, you think you do. To you, you always will.
âLie on your side,â he says after a moment, lips moving against yours.
Jungkook pecks your lips one last time before you move, and then he kneels behind you. His dick prods your entrance again, and he grabs his camera to snap another picture.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he praises as he pushes the tip in, taking another picture. âSuch a good little fucking slut.â
And then he pushes all the way in, until all of him is embedded in you. You grip the sheets as a broken moan escapes your lips. He holds your hip with one hand, fingers digging in the supple skin as he fucks you hard, chasing his own orgasm.
He looks good doing it. Long hair sticking to the sweat on his face, eyes narrowed in pleasure, mouth open as soft grunts echo through the room. The purple light makes his honey skin glow somehow, and you feel another orgasm reaching for you, though it doesnât hit right away. It just feels so good â as he always does â and you canât help but clench your walls against him.
Thatâs what undoes him. He comes, ropes of white painting your insides, as he swears and says your name in a litany that almost makes you go over the edge too.
âBaby,â he says at the end.
It feels like a confirmation. Like a confirmation that, maybe, maybe you will work this time around. That maybe distance wonât destroy you again â maybe youâll grow old and gray by his side.
âYou came so much,â you say as you feel his hot cum sitting deep inside of you.
He pulls at his piercing, nodding once. And then he pulls out, and he takes a picture of the cum dripping out of you. He decides to push it back in, curling a finger inside of you, and your walls clench as you moan.
âTouch your clit,â he tells you.
You donât need to be told twice. You quickly move your fingers to the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing quick circles on it as he pushes another digit inside of you, fingering you until the second orgasm finally finds you.
You cry out his name, a broken plea that doesnât really make any sense as your vision turns white. And it stays that way for a long time, blinding you until ecstasy is swimming in your blood. And when you come down from the high, all that you can think is how much you missed him.
âKook,â you breathe out.
âBabyâŠâ
He puts the camera away, and then bends to press a kiss on your lips. Itâs soft, and you grab his face to hold him in place, not even wincing as a bead of his sweat rolls on your cheek. You kiss him with a heart heavy with emotions, trying to show him that youâre never going to leave again. When he pulls away, you notice his teary gaze.
âCan we be together again?â he asks, and you watch in horror as a tear rolls on his cheek. You sit up, drying it with your thumb.
And you donât care if it was too quick. Donât care that thereâs a high chance it wonât last. You still answer, âYes, Kook. Yes we can.â
He smiles, nodding his head. âLetâs take a shower. I want to hold you tonight.â
You want to cry from the statement, want to tell him that you wish he could hold you forever, but the words get lodged in your throat. Instead, you follow him as he gets up, interlacing your fingers with his as he leads you to the bathroom, uncaring that his seed is rolling down your inner thighs.
He turns the shower on, and soon enough youâre standing under the hot water. He watches you carefully, presses a kiss on your forehead when you stand in front of him. You wrap your arms around his waist, holding him as close as you physically can. Even then itâs not enough â you want him under your skin, or to be under his.
You donât think youâd survive being parted from him again. Maybe thatâs why you let him fuck you again when you return to his room, slower this time, lips entwined in a never-ending embrace. Love flows between you and him, and itâs etched in the way your bodies move together, in the way youâve been molded perfectly for him, and him for you.
You wonder if outside, the stars are shining. And youâre struck thinking that tonight, tonight theyâve aligned for you and him again, the universe agreeing for this second chance between you and him.
So you hold him close, and pray that this time around, forever is waiting for you.
Saturday, September 9th
Jungkook wakes up slowly. Softly, the same way waves hit the shore at low tide. Heâs unusually warm, and he frowns as he shifts, trying to turn on his side. Then, he realizes his arm is stuck under something. His very dead arm, and he cracks an eye open.
Thatâs when he remembers that itâs you. Youâre the one sleeping next to him, mouth slightly agape as you breathe softly. Youâre also the one crushing his arm, and he tentatively clenches and unclenches his fist to try to get the blood circulation back on track. It doesnât really work, so then he stops, figuring heâs going to have to make you move somehow.
But you look peaceful, in the light of the rising sun. Serene, like thereâs never been anything wrong in this world. This morning, Jungkook wants to believe it. Wants to believe that happiness is all heâs ever known â that accidents, heartbreak and pain are all constructs of his imagination.
Heâs too realistic for that. Or perhaps the breakup has made him pessimistic. Because the peace of the moment doesnât really linger, and heâs stuck reliving the moment you left, that night in May. Stuck reliving the wait for you to come back, only you never did.
Or maybe you did, months later. Maybe you really are back, and this time youâll stay.
You mumble something in your sleep, startling him. It takes him a few seconds to realize youâre still deep asleep, but when you move he quickly does too, pulling his arm from under your head. You frown, lick your lips, and then your features smooth out as you return to your peaceful slumber.
He turns on his side, watching you carefully. Heâs aware that watching you sleep is creepy, but he canât help it. Not when his bed has been empty for months.
He stays like this for a while, unable to fall back asleep. Because, what if youâre gone when he wakes up again? He doesnât want to risk it.
Unable to help himself, he gently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You sigh, and heâs afraid heâs woken you up. When a small smile appears on your lips, his heart skips a beat, yet you donât show any other sign that youâre awake. He assumes you arenât, and then decide to take a picture of this moment.
He feels like heâs going to need it. Like all the pictures he took yesterday â he was desperate to commit to memory as much of you as he possibly could. He feels bad â he said heâd give you a chance, he is giving you a chance, but some part of him is just waiting for it to blow up in his face.
Maybe if he expects it it will hurt less.
He carefully grabs his camera where he left it on his night table. He doesnât dare take a look at the pictures you took yesterday, a little ashamed that he asked you to do that in the first place. Silently, he takes a picture of you, and then puts the camera away.
Only, the reminder of the kind of pictures heâd find in the camera was enough to make his blood stir, and he picks it back up almost immediately.
And then there you are, in all your glory. Beautiful as ever, pussy filled to the brim with his cum, with his cock. Tits squeezed in your hands, in his, and his dick goes rock hard as blood leaves his head.
He wants you again, and he wants you now. He doesnât care that itâs early morning, that he never liked waking up early. All he can do is put the camera down and slide closer to you. He pulls you back into his embrace, and you sigh softly as he wraps his arms around you.
Jungkook holds you tighter, nuzzling his face in your hair. The inebriating scent of your shampoo fills his nose, and his dick twitches in his underwear.
You hum, and he holds you tighter. âMorning,â he says, voice low and gravelly.
You make another sound that can pass as a hum, but you move against him, until youâve wrapped an arm around his middle. Thereâs a moment where silence reigns again, and Jungkook is afraid youâve fallen back asleep, but then you say, âMorning.â
He smiles. âSlept well?â he asks, kissing the top of your head.
Heâs convinced youâre smiling against him as you say, âWant to sleep more.â
He whines, which earns him a chuckle from you that makes the wariness settle back in, even as his heart feels full in his chest.
It never felt full without you. Another reason why he needs to be ready for the blow, whenever it comes.
âI want you,â he admits. âCanât sleep.â
You hum again, and your hand slides down his back. You squeeze his ass, and then move the hand back up. âYouâre going to have to try.â
He whines, lips jutting out in a pout. âBoring.â
At that you laugh, pushing him slightly until youâre able to look him in the eye. He keeps the pout on, knowing that it always worked with you before.
âItâs not even morning,â you point out.
âThe sun is up.â
You roll your eyes, though your lips are curved upwards, your gaze beaming as you hold his. âWe fucked twice last night.â
He shrugs, rolling on his back so that he can stare up at the ceiling. He pulls at his piercing, the new one, and then turns his head towards you again. âYeah, and?â
âSurely you donât need to fuck right now,â you tease.
He frowns, looking away again. âNot my fault if I havenât fucked since⊠May. Last weekend doesnât count.â
âIâm pretty sure it does,â you say, laughing lightly. You prop yourself up on an elbow, blinking away the tiredness as you meet his gaze again. âAnd besides,â you pause, features turning confused as a crease appears between your brows. âHavenât you fucked while we wereâŠâ you trail off, motioning vaguely around you.
And then something occurs to Jungkook. Something bad â maybe the explosion was closer than he expected it to be. Maybe heâs been standing in the radius of impact, waiting for the bomb to go off. And maybe your sleep deprived brain forgot the measure of protection, maybe it forgot he was standing there.
Because your eyes go round with fear, right as a drop of lead solidifies in Jungkookâs stomach.
âWhat?â he lets out.
What a stupid question to ask. He wants to beat himself up, because he knows.
He knows now that youâve been with someone else. Why else would you be surprised that he hasnât?
âIâm just sayingâŠâ you try, but itâs too late.
The bomb has gone off, and all thatâs left is rumbles.
âGet out,â Jungkook says, and somehow itâs lacking bite. Itâs lacking anger, lacking any signs that he cares for you.
It surprises even himself â doesnât he care? Or is there nothing left of him in the aftermath of the explosion?
âKook.â
âYouâve fucked someone else,â he states. When you donât say anything, just watch him in horror, he sits up in bed. âGet out.â
âCome on,â you let out this time, following him up. You wrap yourself in the blanket, his blanket, and he wants to rip it from your body. Doesnât want anything thatâs his to be in contact with you anymore. âIt didnât mean anything,â you say, and youâre suddenly blinking back tears. âIt was just one-time.â
âFrankly, I donât want to know,â Jungkook says, and he really doesnât. Doesnât want to think about another manâs hand on you, or heâll break.
Heâs done breaking for you.
You donât fight the tears, as you understand that the end really has come. At least thatâs what he thinks happens â you just sit there, gaze heavy with tears until they fall, little droplets that carry a world of regret.
After all, the distance really was enough to break you up, wasnât it?
Jungkook watches you, surprised that his heart is not clenching in his chest. No, he feels nothing as he watches you â heâs already cried enough for you.
âWe were broken up,â you murmur, holding his gaze. âItâs not like I cheated.â
At that he laughs, shaking his head. If you canât understand that heâs done, that he doesnât want to have anything to do with you anymore, then heâll do it the harsh way.
âI donât give a fuck,â he says. âI couldnât be with someone else. I tried, and you were all I could think of. AndâŠâ
âYou tried!â you interject. âYou tried and youâre giving me shit for it?â
He gets up, trying to put distance between you and him, as if thatâll make the fight easier.
âI still chose not to do it,â he coldly states. âThe girl was willing, she even kissed me andâŠâ
âYou kissed someone else?â
He laughs again, the absurdity of the situation dawning upon him. âYeah? Tae set me up on a date, and the girl kissed me at the end and I told her I couldnât. I didnât fuck someone else.â
The way heâs throwing the blame at you feels selfish, especially as more tears join those already sliding down your cheeks.
âHow is that fair, that youâre mad at me when you literally went on a date with someone else?â You pause, choking on a sob as you try to dry your cheeks. âCome on, Kook, it meant nothing.â
âWho did you fuck anyway?â he asks.
For a reason unknown, your tears stop. Entirely, there a moment and gone the next. âWhy do you want to know?â
He doesnât. He doesnât fucking want to know, and he scoffs as he runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. âGet out,â he says again, still as stern and void of emotion.
âIt was Harrison,â you still say. âI switched departments because I didnât want to see him again after that.â
Now, thereâs an inkling of pain tickling the carcass of his dead heart. As if there was still more, for him to feel, even after everything. As if pain is but a constant of his life now, and he thinks maybe it is.
âYour colleague?â he repeats, dumbfounded.
Heâs met Harrison a couple of times, throughout your relationship. Heâs always thought the guy was decent, but now something very ugly settles deep in his core. Something that tells him, âHey, maybe heâs only ever wanted to fuck her, maybe he was waiting for his chanceâ.
The words are on a loop in his head, and he doesnât even think he can see you anymore. All that he sees is Harrison with his hands on you, in his ever-too creative mind.
He startles as you put a hand on his arm. He shrugs your grip off, steps away from you. âDonât fucking touch me.â
âKook, I swear, please listen to me,â you beg, and now youâre crying again.
He shakes his head. âI donât want to.â At that he shuts his eyes, runs a hand on his forehead and then through his hair. âI really donât want to. I donât want you to be here anymore.â
âIt didnât mean anything,â you say, an echo of something you said earlier. Though this time you say it differently, as if you too sensed the finality in Jungkookâs tone.
He doesnât think heâll ever want you to be around anymore. He was stupid to give you a chance after you broke his heart â you chose to break up, months ago. Why would it be different this time around?
âIt doesnât matter,â he tells you, as softly as he can. Because he knows youâll break even more, and some dark, twisted part of him is satisfied that this time, this time heâs the one with all the power over you. âIâm done, Y/n.â
The words sound like thunder, in all their calmness. In all their softness â or maybe that was the sound of your heart breaking. Whatever it was, Jungkook really is done. He wants you gone, wants to be able to break in the quiet peace of his home.
A home you arenât a part of anymore.
You nod. He expects you to fight more, but you nod. Choke out a sob, turn around, and start putting your clothes on. He figures he should dress too, so he does, picking up discarded items of clothing on the floor, not caring that they probably arenât clean. All that he cares about is to get you out of his apartment, out of his sight.
And when youâre ready, he walks you to the front door. Lets you say goodbye to Bam, a crushing parallel to the time youâve said goodbye in May. Bam still looks confused, and Jungkook feels bad, for a moment. Because you were the dogâs mother â heâs been looking for you ever since May. Jungkook can only hope that, this time around, Bam understands that itâs farewell.
When you straighten, you mutter an apology. Jungkook ignores it, holds your gaze expecting something to hurt, but heâs just empty. Empty and tired, and all he wants is to go back to sleep and to never wake up again.
âI canât let you go,â you let out, voice stark with pain.
He shrugs. âYou should have realized that in May.â
You close your eyes, and you look so fragile. Like glass â it never survives the shockwave of an explosion, doesnât it?
âPlease,â you beg. âLet me make it up to you.â
He laughs bitterly. âHow? Youâre going to go back in time and not get fucked by him? Youâre going to go back in time and not break up?â
You look like you want to curse him, and he almost wants you to. He wants you to fight, wants you to make him feel something other than this emptiness. Instead, you shake even more, sobs racking through you.
âI wish I could.â
âLeave.â
âJungkook, I swear,â you insist. âLetâs not lose each other over this.â
He wets his lips, tongue pushing in the inside of his cheek next. âWeâve lost each other already. Itâs time we realize that we have.â
And that does it. You fall silent, defeat washing over you like a tsunami wave â thereâs nothing left after its passage, and you look tired, sick, standing there right next to the door.
âIâm so sorry,â you apologize again.
He shrugs. âItâs whatever. The past is the past.â
You look like you want to say something else, but somehow you remain silent. Somehow you look at him for a time, bloodshot eyes taking in his features as if itâs the last time youâll ever see him again. He surprises himself by doing it too, mostly by instinct. Because right now, looking at you makes him want to be sick, but he knows that it wonât last.
He knows that the echo of pain in the distance is a good indicator that he still has it in him to break for you. That heâll break for you forever, perhaps. Because he doesnât think that thereâs an end to you and him. Itâs always going to be a cycle, and itâll never end well.
âGoodbye, Jungkook,â you murmur.
He offers you a tight-lipped smile. âGoodbye.â
All he can do is hope you know it means farewell.
Thursday, October 5th
You used to love fall. The cooler weather, the long walks that smell like soil and fallen leaves and pumpkins. Nowadays, you hate fall.
You hate it because he loved it, and every reminder of him is poison to you. And though the season is still early, the days are getting shorter, and the longer the night, the more you drown in thoughts.
You havenât slept in weeks. Have barely eaten too, and youâve been off from work for a week. Itâs allowed you to stay in, to just sit and try to breathe, hoping that itâll help.
That itâll fix something thatâs never going to be fixed.
Youâre lost. Lost in a town that used to be your home, lost in memories that used to be beauty brought to life â now, youâre seeing the ugliness in beauty. Because beauty is temporary, and like all temporary things in life it doesnât last long enough. Beauty, and the ending temporality of it, leaves nothing when it goes but a bitter taste in mouth.
Perhaps thatâs why you havenât been able to eat properly.
You havenât spoken to anyone, since the early morning he asked you to leave. Yet for some reason, youâve felt the need to go outside today. To walk around, aimlessly perhaps, but you couldnât stay inside a second longer. Too many tears were shed in your apartment, and you hoped the cool weather would help you feel better.
It does, a little. Because you feel like youâre breathing him in every time you inhale, and then carry him out on an exhale. You feel close to him, in a distant way thatâs bound to only make you break harder tonight, but right now you canât bring yourself to care. You do hate the reminders of him, but you need them. Viscerally, as he was the oxygen in your lungs for so long.
Youâre going to have to learn how to live without him, one step at a time.
So you take another step, let your instinct carry you where you have to go. Maybe it knows how to heal.
The sun is descending in the sky, and the absence of clouds lead to a sea of azure youâd swim in if you could. Youâd soar up high, so high that there isnât oxygen anymore, and maybe then the pain would cease. Youâd ride a sunray into the night, where youâd finally be able to fall into a well-deserved slumber.
As you look up, a tiny bird flies across the sky, a small speck of brown that goes so fast you think you imagine it. Like the years with him â they went by so quickly, the crushing wheel of time spinning down the slope towards the end.
Seven years ago, almost to the day, you kissed him on a hotel roof lost in Chicago, under clouds painted with fire. Who knew seven years later youâd be trying to live without him, clearly failing at it.
You sigh, pushing the thought away as you reach a crossing. You wait for the light to turn green, then follow the parallel white lines across the road. You avoid a pile of leaves, though a strong gust of wind makes some of them swirl around you, spinning like Mother Natureâs tiny dancers.
The foliage in the trees along the street is golden and red, bright colours that look out of place in the bleakness of your heart. You follow them, wonder if they know that they are about to die. The answer is one youâll never have, and so you walk under the trees, the autumn breeze playing with your hair.
You donât know where your steps have been carrying you. Youâve long gone past the places you usually go to, heading towards the middle of the city. The no manâs land between you and Jungkook, spread wide in a maze of streets you want to get lost in.
So you do. You press on, walk until the sun becomes a ball of melted gold nearing the horizon, and itâs on the corner of a street that a glint in a vitrine catches your eyes.
You eye the rings, crafted by an expert hand. Bands of gold, with diamonds and emeralds and gems you donât know the name of. They look expensive, elegant, and you wonder if you would have had a ring on your finger one day, bought by him.
Recklessly, you walk into the shop, wishing to peruse its vitrines, hoping theyâll offer you dreams to survive the night. And you can almost see it â a ring on your finger, a proposal under a star-sprinkled sky, an intimate wedding for you and him. A dance, always and forever, of love shared like a secret in the night. Your secret, as the end would have one day come for you and him, an eternity of life later. You would have been old and grey, yet your love would have been young and eternal.
In this dream, he would have never taken the job overseas. Youâd have stayed here, together, growing old by his side. You would have gotten more dogs, maybe even a cat, and youâd have lived happily ever after.
You wonder if, in a parallel universe to yours, the dream is unfolding. If parallel-universe you has the chance to experience it, and you think she does. You think she does, and the love is so strong itâs shaking through universes, picking you up like youâre just a leaf in an autumn wind.
Because why else, then, do you find yourself buying a gold band? Too big for you, masculine in its simplicity. Something you think he would have worn, had you been in that other universe.
You sit on a bench outside, after, as the last of the sunlight finally fades away, replaced by a blue dusk that matches your mood far better than the sun ever could. You have no idea where you are in the city, no will to brave the trek back home â youâve been out for hours at this point.
You grab your phone, long forgotten in your purse. You havenât touched it all day, and to your surprise youâve received a couple of texts while you were walking, all by the same person.
[04:37 pm] Jimin: hey, this is going to sound crazy [04:37 pm] Jimin: and Iâm really sorry to be telling u this [04:37 pm] Jimin: can u go check on JK? [04:38 pm] Jimin: heâs been unreachable for days and at this point I think heâll only talk to u
You want to text him back to fuck off, to leave you alone, yet you hold on tighter to the velvety box in which the gold band hides. After all, even if youâve received the texts hours ago, youâre realizing perhaps that thatâs where your steps have been leading you anyway.
Itâs stupid â he asked you to leave. Hasnât contacted you once since then, and itâs like the wedding and the week after never happened. Like youâve been broken up for months, like you barely know him anymore. Heâs a stranger now, in your life, something youâd never thought heâd become someday.
And why would he talk to you? Why would he want you in his vicinity, when he made it clear as spring water that he was done, that the end had come to pass between you and him?
But if the end has come, why is that youâve been feeling like youâre surrounded by him, today? Like youâll always be â just a drop of water in the sea of him. Perhaps you are weak, to feel for him the way that you do, but seven years ago, the cataclysm that started you and him shook you, and its repercussions are still felt today. Will be felt until your dying breath, until all thatâs left of you is stardust.
So you let your feet carry you, weightless in the way that youâre moving forward. Like you are once again but a leaf carried by the wind, and you can only hope that itâll let you land in the right place.
You donât really know how you make it to his building. Perhaps you were closer than you initially thought you were â all that you know is that you recognize the building, and that you sense his proximity through the walls.
Your heart reaches for him, longs for him in a way you canât ignore anymore. Because youâve been dead, without him. Just a shell of what you should be, of what you want to be. Because yes, you could learn to live without him. After everything that youâve been through, you know well enough that you are strong enough to do it.
But you donât want it. You want that dream youâve found in the jewelry shop, want to make it possible. Want to prove that, no matter who would ever get close to you, heâll always be the owner of your heart.
So you walk in. Reach the elevator, press on the call button. Then on the fourth floor, reminiscing the night you rode the elevator in his company, right before the fall. The new fall, a harshest one that made you reach those low levels of hell that living without him are consisted of.
You awaken when you are standing in front of his door. You think you can almost hear him inside, moving around through his home. You wonder if he can hear your heartbeat, where youâre standing. If he too can tell that youâre nearby once again, even though you shouldnât have been.
Even though farewells have come to pass between you and him.
You donât knock. You donât have to. To your surprise, the door opens in front of you, slowly, before youâve even managed to raise your arm to knock. Then his voice fills your ear, as he tells Bam to wait. You just stand there, dumbfounded, and then his eyes move from the floor to your face, and his mouth falls open.
Bam jumps on you, tail wagging wildly as you take a step back from the force of impact. You pet him on the head, pushing him back to the floor as you try to focus on Jungkook.
And then it dawns upon you that you have no clue what to tell him. You reckon you maybe should have prepared something in advance, because youâre wordless standing in front of him.
âHey,â you eventually say, and you think the world has time to revolve around the sun three times before you manage to say something else. âHow are you?â
His mouth slowly shuts, and you watch his Adamâs apple bob as he swallows. He pulls on Bamâs leash, tells the dog to sit, before he finally addresses you. Just your name, and the way he says it make it sound formal, like youâre just a stranger.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks after another moment.
You look down at your hands. At the box youâre holding, and his eyes follow after you. âI was thinking of you, today,â you admit.
He sighs, and his eyes shut. âYou were?â
You nod as he meets your gaze again. âWhen am I not?â Your comment doesnât ask for a response, and he doesnât offer you one either. âJimin told me youâve been unreachable.â
âYeah,â he lets out. âIâve been busy.â
âOh.â You try to look behind him, as if youâll find his reason to be busy there. âCan I talk to you?â
He says your name, this time like an apology. âI told you we were done.â
You shrug. âI know.â You gulp, fingers playing with the velvet box as if itâll help ground you. âCan I walk Bam with you, then?â
He looks conflicted but he gives in. Says yes in a defeated way that rips your heart from your chest, in a way that makes you cling to the ring box even more, hoping that itâll offer you salvation.
Being outside in the early fall evening with him feels like the Earth has finally returned to its normal axis. You donât say anything, unable to find the words, and he remains silent too. You just enjoy his company, watching over Bam as he sniffs at plants before peeing on a pole.
Stars are twinkling in the sky up above. The breeze is still soft tonight, caressing your features in a gentle embrace that resembles the one heâd used to offer you, though itâs far colder than his. You spare a glance at him â heâs already looking, and he doesnât look away as your gazes connect.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asks again.
You wet your lips. âI donât know,â you admit. âIâve been thinking about you.â
âHow is that an explanation?â A shrug of your shoulders is all the answer he gets. He scoffs, shakes his head slightly, and then his head turns toward the door of his building. âI have hot chocolate inside,â he tells you, once again sounding defeated. âDo you want a cup?â
Turns out salvation wasnât to be found in the velvet box youâre holding, but in the gentle angles of Jungkookâs features, behind his big doe eyes that will forever feel like home to you.
âI donât want to intrude,â you tell him, voice soft. âI just wanted to⊠talk.â
âThen letâs talk over a cup of hot chocolate,â he says.
Which is what you do. You follow him in, feeling like youâre out of place in his life. Like heâs only giving this to you because of what you used to be to one another. Yet you donât care. Youâre slowly finding words, your brain shaping them into sentences to change an ending you canât come to terms with.
Jungkook prepares the hot chocolate in silence, as you sit at his small dinner table. You play with Bam as he does so, a game of tug-of-war that youâre bound to lose as the dog is far stronger than you. Yet you still indulge, as youâve missed Bam far more than you even thought possible.
The game is only interrupted when Jungkook rests a cup of steaming hot chocolate on the table next to you. You let Bam go, and the dog trots away to go play somewhere else, you can only assume.
âWhat did you want to talk about?â
Youâve left the ring box on the table. Youâve noticed Jungkook glancing at it repeatedly since youâve put it there, and you worry at your bottom lip.
âI wanted to apologize again, for what itâs worth,â you answer. âI felt horrible when it happened, and just wanted to forget all about it.â
His features turn harsh, and his eyes drop into the cup of hot chocolate heâs nursing for himself. It reminds you of a cafĂ©, of a conversation you had years ago, that led to you opening up to him, and to him opening up to you.
âI love you,â you continue. âI havenât stopped loving you, and if Iâd known that breaking up would hurt so much, I wouldâve fought harder. I wish I had, and I wish Iâd never let you go.â
âBut you didâŠâ he says when you remain silent for a few seconds.
âBut I did. And I understand if you hate me for it. If you donât want to ever see me again. But shit, youâre the only thing that Iâve been able to think about. Just you, and everything that could have been, had I been stronger.â
You grab the cup of hot chocolate, the warmth of it slowly seeping through your cold fingers. For the next few minutes, you donât say anything, and neither does he. You just drink the hot chocolate, hoping youâll find more words to say at the bottom of the cup.
âThe distance was hard,â Jungkook eventually says. âI donât blame you for wanting to end things over it.â
It surprises you. Makes your brain go entirely empty, and you just watch him with wide eyes for a few seconds.
He shrugs as you donât say anything. âWhat?â He looks down, tongue darting out to play with his piercings. âIâve been thinking about everything too.â
âYeah?â
He nods. âI over-reacted, when you told me you had sex with Harrison,â he admits.
Totally not expecting the conversation to take this turn, youâre stunned silent.
âI was shocked, and needed time to process,â he continues. âYou were right, the fact that I went on a full-on date is just as bad, differently. We were broken up, we didnât owe each other anything.â
As much as it pains you to agree, you still do, nodding your head. âWe didnât.â
He purses his lips, holds your gaze for a few seconds before glancing down at his cup. The silence is more comfortable now, as you think maybe, maybe then the dream youâve dreamed about isnât just a distant mirage of what could have once been. Itâs foolish, but you canât help it.
You think your heart is beating for the first time since you left that morning weeks ago.
âDid you want to speak about anything else?â he asks after heâs taken a long sip of his hot chocolate.
You take a deep breath, and somehow courage finds you on the long exhale. âI donât want us to be over.â
You think you hear him gulp. âYou donât?â
Blinking away a few tears, you shake your head no. âI really donât. I walked around all day today, and all I could think about was you. All I could think of was all the years between us, from when we met to a few weeks ago. And I donât know, I refuse to accept that the end has come.â
âWhen does it come, then?â he asks.
âWhen the end comes?â
He nods.
âAfter years and years,â you say, allowing yourself to voice your dream. âHopefully after weâve had years to live together. After weâve gotten married, and maybe even after weâve had kids. Not that I want some.â You pause, and you look down at the table, unable to carry the weight of his gaze anymore. âOr maybe after weâve had plenty of dogs, a cat or two. After weâve had a house with a white picket fence, after weâve danced under a thousand different night skies.â A tear rolls on your cheek, and you do nothing to stop it. âAfter weâve travelled the world together, after weâve had a chance to live, together.â
âAnd what happens after weâve lived together?â he presses.
You shrug. âThen we die together. Then we turn into stardust and memories. I donât care. As long as itâs with you, I donât care what happens to me.â
Blurry behind the wall of tears in your eyes, you see Jungkook run a hand through his hair. âYou donât?â
âI donât,â you echo. âI just want to get to love you.â
At that you do cry. And not just a little bit. Your heart longs and yearns for him, reaching in the space between you, trying to find a beat to sync with. You wipe your cheeks dry with trembling hands, before pressing the heel of your palms on your eyes, hoping to stop the cascade at the source.
âItâs a nice dream,â Jungkook says after the few minutes it takes you to collect yourself, your hands falling to the table.
âIs it?â
He nods. âYeah. I donât think weâd do a white picket fence though. Iâve always found cedar trees make a better fence.â
Something stirs inside of you, and you want to take a hold of him, and to never let go. âYeah?â
He sits back in the chair, looks up to the ceiling as he blinks away the silver in his own gaze. You wonder if heâs crying because he saw you cry, as the sympathetic crier that he is, or because he shares the emotions in your heart.
âWhere would you want to get married?â he asks then.
You push the velvet box towards him. âThis is for you.â
He doesnât acknowledge this, instead repeating the question.
âSomewhere in the countryside,â you answer. âMaybe the cottage where it all started.â You think about Julys of a world ago. âUnder the night sky.â
âPeople donât usually get married when itâs already dark.â
âRight,â you let out. âThen weâd have a ceremony for just us two when itâs dark outside.â
At that he grabs the box, opening it. You reckon he must have known what the content was, because he doesnât say anything as he takes it out. As he tries to put it on his finger, though it doesnât fit. Itâs too tight, and it makes him chuckle, a sad sound that almost kills you on the spot.
âDo you think weâd dance under the stars?â he asks as he turns the gold band in his fingers, and light glimmers on it.
âYes,â you say, nodding your head. âWe always would.â
âSo you came all the way here to tell me this?â
He meets your gaze again, for the first time in a while. He looks struck with emotion, much like you feel â the depths of his eyes are swirling with love and ache and yearning. You fall forward, fall in his eyes, trying to find home again.
âI came here to ask you to marry me,â you finally say, as it dawns upon you that, yes, your steps were leading you to this all along. âJungkook, will you marry me?â
He smiles, a world of sadness etched in the sweet curve of his lips. âCan it be this easy?â
You shut your eyes. âIt can. Please. Letâs not lose what we have again.â
âWhen would you like to get married?â he asks.
âAre you saying yes?â
He plays with his piercing, takes a deep breath as he chases tears away from his gaze but to no avail. You watch the two drops as they slowly roll down his face. âWhen would you like to get married?â
âIn July,â you answer easily.
âNext year?â
You nod.
He holds your gaze for a few seconds more, then looks at the gold band again. His fist closes around it, slowly, as if heâll be able to crush it in his hold. For what you donât know. All that you know is that his features grow tortured, pained. It doesnât last long â another deep breath later the expression is gone.
âI need to tell you something,â he says then, his voice so small you can barely hear it.
You prepare yourself. As well as you can, expecting the blow before it comes. You sense it â in the eternity it takes for him to speak again, you see every moment of you and him before this day, your life flashing before your eyes as if youâre about to die.
And then he says it a first time. At first you donât even understand the words, as if heâs speaking a foreign language. So you let out, âWhat?â, hoping that it will change the cruelty that this world holds.
But nothing can, after the end has come. Nothing, especially not as he repeats the words, softly, their meaning tainting the dream youâve just painted with him, until all thatâs left of it is a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.
âIâm permanently moving to South Korea.â
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I'm sorry for the angst, for the cliffhanger, for them to be so stubborn and for how life is working against them now. I hope you don't hate me too much after this :') let me know what you think of this chapter!
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end game - M.S



synopsis - through matt and y/nâs life both of them never thought they would be hooking up, but what happens when everyone finds out about them and it blows up in their face.
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notes - IM NOT HATING ON MADI I JUST NEEDED SOMEONE TO USE FOR STORY PURPOSES. (im her biggest fan dont cancel me)
(synopsis for a new series that iâm working on is featured)
this is for @annamcdonalds67 contest!! i saw the post and saw how many taylor swift songs were there and this was one of my favourite ones out there and i got insanely inspired. please share some love to anna as well bc she deserves it for organizing this !
warnings - smut->angst, small matt sub, riding, oral (fem receiving), childhood best friends to fwb to lovers, badboy!matt x goodgirl!reader
for lacysturniolo and her amazing work and dedication to her fans, iâll look up to you, forever and always
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matt barely made it through the door before his arms were strangling me in a death inducing kiss. in my whole 17, almost 18, years of life i never expected in my life did i think my childhood best friend would be the one crushing me with his lips. weâve both dated around but through it all we ended up here.
âfuck, mattâ the breathy name escapes from my mouth feeling him move down to my neck leaving stinging hickeys with his talented mouth. âgod im glad your parents arenât here, donât think my good kid image would keep up if they heard you.â
âyouâre so inappropriate mattâ my eyes roll listening to him rub in how much my parents love matt. âcome on, i donât like the idea of you fucking me on any other surface than in my room especially in my parents house.â
âwhatever you say princess,â the small smirk heâs always had since he was 12 still looms over me as i lead him towards the grand staircase. he followed very close behind me keeping his arms and mouth on my neck.
it doesnât take long till heâs holding my arms above my head with his fingers intertwined with mine. âmatt, fuck, please can you just fuck me now.â
âyou donât get to be impatient, you called.â
âand you came.â
âyou are about to as well.â i wanted to wipe that smirk clean off his face if his body didnât feel so right pressed up against mine.
we havenât told anyone about us yet, not even nick or chris. we both knew it would only make things worse, and i was alright with keeping it a secret. iâve spent enough of my closeted and innocent. I'm a teenager, teens are supposed to do this type of thing. teens may hook up but maybe not with their childhood best friends
his mouth trailed down from my neck, to my sternum, all the down to between my thighs before he yanked my legs down to come closer to the edge of the bed.
3RD PERSON POV
mattâs hands never seem to have left y/n's body, exploring every last inch of her body. her arms, legs and heart were his. matt spends no time wasted connecting his lips to her clothed heat, within seconds sheâs shimming her pants and underwear off.
there was a small knock on the door with an awaiting friend, madi was there to meet up with y/n to pick up the homework she had missed that day. without an answer from the door, madi looks around the house through windows and cracks in the blinds.
only seeing a light shown through from the living room, she wanders off to the balcony and fire escape on the side of the house. it was only a flight of stairs and a half till madi was on par with the balcony, it was a short climb till she was onto the balcony. the only thing blocking madi and the couple was a transparent creme coloured cloth with embroidered rose accents.
y/nâs loud moans escaped flooding her bedroom, escaped through the window. the curtains sway giving madi an opening to see matt fully down on her friend and her enjoying it. madiâs mouth gapes open as ashe slides her phone out of her pocket.
the camera app opens quickly as she swipes to record.
the small blip of her phone pipes up as she capturns the full scene on camera, the summer sunset gave a yellow glow to the recording. matt rips off his shirt with one arm dipping right back to y/nâs core.
madiâs only thought was to share it to her best friend, nick. little did she know nick wasnât the only one she sent it to, but her homework group. madi continued to record through the small slit of the window.
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HOLY SHIT LOOK MATT AT Y/NâS HOUSE!!!!
Y/NâS POV
âmatt, matt, mattâ the release came to me in an instant. âcome on baby girl, you did so well. you ready?â the sound of his belt come undone only made me hotter. before another word could be exchanged i grab his shoulder pulling him down to the bed rolling on top of him.
âiâll ride you till your dick is limp and your begging me to stop.â mattâs reaction only made me feel even more aroused. âanything for you baby,â matt said copying my tone of voice.
stationing my legs on either side of his i bend down to kiss him, pressing my pebbled nipples onto his bare skin, slowly grinding down onto his raging hard on.
his whines only intensify the burning seer of his skin touching mine. my hand follows in suit with my hips feeling every last vein of his dick through his boxers. âa-ah!â matt whines due to me pressing my finger into his slit.
pushing his boxers down his dick springs out slapping against his happy trail. âplease please please y/n please.â
âplease what, pretty boy?â i mock feeling the surge of power flow through me.
âplease fuck me,â he whimpered out. for such a bad boy exterior, he sure doesnât act like it now.
without waiting another second for him to say something else i sink down onto his throbbing dick feeling him fill me up so well. âmhhm, matty you feel so good.â
âugh, only for you b-baby.â mattâs barely keeping it together, while i bounce up and down on his cock. speeding up every second. i begin to grind onto his pelvis as i slam down onto him with his body slightly grazing my clit in the best way possible.
âmatty, im a-about to c-cum. do it with me.â his hands sneak onto my love handles as i lean up against him again, he attaches his mouth to my nipple that was dangling in front of him. his hips snap up and down, pushing insanely deep inside me. âm-matt!â a loud pornographic moan comes out of my mouth feeling the knot in my stomach break, feeling a huge relief. he follows soon after letting out a guttural grunt.
i roll down beside him, both of our deep breaths fill the room. âfuck, oh my god.â i breathed out, heaving my chest. i turn to face him, putting my hand against his chest and my head onto the arm that was stretched out near me. my curtains move and sway with the blow of my fan as i see a shadow fall off of my window, it must've just been an animal.
âi donât think i can walk,â i confess feeling him look over to me. my hand travels to feel his scruff that heâs been growing out the past few weeks, itâs never gotten that long but itâs still very apparent. âhmm, lemme take care of you okay? we can even get mcdonaldâs, im fine driving out to the further one if you're scared of people to see us.â he combs his hand through my hair, tugging a little relieving some heat and pressure my head has collected.
he pushes himself up and goes to the bathroom, turning on the shower and coming back to retrieve me.
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this whole day it felt like people were staring at me left and right, i havenât even been in the building for more than 20 minutes and iâve had three people quickly lose eye contact with me when they were the one staring first.
i havenât matt yet but i was really hoping we would be able to meet up at our usual spot, im snapped out of my trances feeling someone's hand on my shoulder squeezing it a little. i jump a little whipping my head towards the rest of the hands body, thank goodness itâs just nick. âbabes, we gotta talk.â he said in a monotone voice, âwhy whatâs up?â
âjust give me a second, stop moving.â i listen to him and stop in my tracks seeing nothing wrong with today but the staring. âokay now what happened last night,â nick said now holding me down with both hands.
âwell if you must know, my parents are out of town, like you knew and i stayed home studying before going out for mcdonaldâs.â the lie slipped out from my mouth with ease hoping to keep matt and my secret a secret for a little longer.
âokay then maybe it isnt that seriousâŠâ nick trailed off, his shoulders were very visibly tense, not letting off since he caught up to me. âwhat are you talking about? but come on lemme at least go to my locker.â he reluctantly letâs go knowing iâm stronger than him.
ây/n waitâ just know i have no clue if its true or if it's even you.â he says following in suit with me. ânick, still no clue what you are talking about.â my locker lock clicks a few times before i'm able to get it open.
a large barrage of papers fall out of my locker all having the same image pasted on them. my mouth drops open as i turn my head to nick. he picks one up from the top of my locker, unfolding it and making a sour face to it. âwhat? what is it?â
he slowly hands it to me, folding it back up before i get ahold of it.
my heart dropped.
it was a grainy picture of me riding matt last night, his hands on my hips and my face looking at him with pure lust. it was taken through my window and luckily you couldnât see much of mattâs face and next to none of mine. but people knew, everyone knew it was me.
picking up a few other copies, some of them have the words slut and whore written on them in large words. if they printed a picture it mustâve been everywhere online, i cannot stand being here another minute.
stuffing a couple copies into my bag i storm out of the building feeling tears stinging my eyes, y/n how could you let this happen? whatâs going to happen when harvard finds out about this? there goes your life, your friends, your boyfriend and your future. quadruple kill.
i sit in my car and just drive, drive to the only place thatâll bring me any kind of peace at this time. it was only a 3 minute drive from the school to the large forest that surrounded the school. i parked my car on the slightly wet gravel, hearing the crunch of the rocks beneath the tires.
i walked and walked till the trees seemed to clear a bit, the grass was wet and squished under my shoes. brunette hair peaks from behind a tree, it was like the picture was being painted in front of me this whole time. matt came here too, he came to where we met the first time.
he stumbled into the forest after getting chased by a couple of guys once he tried to start a fight.
something brushed by the bushes alerting me, a boy in an oversized hoodie over his stained red white tee. jeans scuffed and a little dirty as he flops down on the grass in front of me. i can hear him panting as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths.
he tilts his head to finally see me, i still sit there frozen with my book in hand slowly reaching for my keys being cautious incase he tries to go for me next. âi see, you know. im not gonna hurt you. i would never hit a girl.â his words are slow and very unconvincing. âdo you talk? he asked, glancing at me again. he finally sat up and came closer to me, my hand clutches the house keys even harder as he steps plop in front of me.
his body collides with the tree as he sits next to me, his sweet and salty cologne fills my senses, feeling it cloud my thoughts. he takes the book from my hands and closes it looking around at it.
âeverything has changed by cynthia atlan, we crave love so much we would trade anything for it, including ourselves. caleb and cam grew up together, had their first kiss together but still havenât thought about getting together. when highschool life takes a horrible turn the two become separated and distant, caleb doesnât wanna let cam go but life takes turns and loops. how are they able to navigate hormones, relationships and life? sounds like a hoot.â his sarcastic voice says otherwise.
âthis caleb guy doesnât sound like he really deserved her huhâŠâ he flips through the pages quickly glancing at a couple words per page.
âwell, i guess i should go, but iâll see you around here i hope.â his smile beamed brightly as he pushed himself up and looked back at me.
âhm, maybeâ it comes out almost as a whisper. his face lights up as he takes my words as an accomplishment. âyeah, iâll see you around here, tomorrow.â
he never gave me my book back before he left and i didnât even realise it. i guess thatâs one way to make me come back
âmatt?â i get out between choked sobs. i didnât even need to see his red eyes and face to tell heâs also been crying.
he peered over to where i was looking up and down before attempting to wipe away his tears and sadness. i didnât think twice before joining him.
his brown hair is tousled by him running his hand through it many times and his tear stained eyes tell more than what he wished.
ây/n i-iâm so s-sorry.â his tears spilt once more making any effort of wiping them away futile. he wrapped his arms around something and hugged it tight. it was my book he stole from me when we first met. âiâm so so so fucking sorry iâm such an idiot.â
âmatt, please it wasnât your fault. but i am terrified, i donât want to ever go back to school.â my voice cracks while trying to get through that sentence. matt doesnât even utter another word before he tugs me into him, straddling him as he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug.
âiâm so sorry y/n, i didnât wanna face anyone after i left. when i walked in everyone was applauding and people shook my hand, i had no clue why until chris and nick texted me about it.â
his pure sincerity makes me suffocate him a little more not wanting anyone else around but him. he puts a hand around my cheek guiding it to him to kiss, i get a good look of his equally dishevelled face.
âwe are so fucked.â i giggle a little thinking about how much a shit show this will be when we get back.
âis this what they mean in everything has changed that high school life would take a bad turn? because iâm happy to go through it if it means we get our happy ending. youâre my end, end game.â
âyes matt, this is everything. we are the happy ending. we are end gameâ my quivering lips connect with his.
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i think the sanitization of the crows and the lack of moral ambiguity in lucanis' character (that ive observed so far-- im still technically in act one) is really a perfect metaphor for the series as a whole. yeah lucanis is a contract killer but it's okay bc now for some reason the crows only kill people who really actually deserve it and are freedom fighters so he's a good person!
like. for example. I saw someone in the replies to a post on here talk about da2 and attribute varric staying with a hawke that gives fenris back to danarius as just "bad writing". and, to be fair, i do think it is slightly out of character that a good hawke with a positive relationship to fenris is even able to choose that option, but i think just boiling it down to "bad writing" is how we get to where we are right now with veilguard.
Because if it's just bad writing then you don't have to think about the fact varric would potentually choose an advantaged position with hawke over leaving him and hanging onto any kind of moral compass.
additionally, i played as a dalish elf in inquisition and my problem was not necessarily that characters would be bigoted against mine, but that i couldn't fire back or stand my ground.
im still trying to have fun but a lot of the the depth has been taken out of this series. and genuinely if you don't see it that way id like to know why bc yeah it is kind of killing my immersion.
#bioware critical#and not to suck off bg3 or anything but at least when people are rude to tieflings or you as a tiefling you can tell them to fuck themself#da#dav#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#this is to say i like my rook and when i forget what dragon age is actually supposed to be like i have fun for a second lol
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Okay so I have a request đ at some point could you PLEASSEEEE make a series where itâs Anakin x reader with bipolar? Iâm pretty sure Anakin already suffers from borderline but I personally suffer from bipolar and 1. Could be such good angst , 2. Anakin could literally be insane and the reader would probably want to be around him bc bipolar sometimes craves danger, and 3. I feel like it would be really nice to see Anakin comfort a bipolar reader during a really bad episode where theyâre like hysterical and then manic
(Iâm so sorry this was so long)
Yes, Anakin has been diagnosed with BPD by many therapists!
Thatâs part of the reason I love him so much. I also have BPD and I really resonate with him. Because I get it you know? Heâs obsessive, he will do ANYTHING for his Favorite Person.
Heâd even spill blood.
The way it would pain him so deeply to see his FP in such anguish⊠heâll punch a wall and cry about it later but right then heâll be emotionless, heâd put on the best mask of comfort he could so he could soak up all your pain and take it away.
I got carried away. Oops. Warnings: inner monologue of: Self pity, gaslighting, verbal abuse, depression, self deprecation, co-dependency, death/suicide
Heâd be so strong and solid for you because you need him, but internally heâd be shattered. What if he caused your episode? What if you leave him some day when youâre manic and feral for change no matter what the consequences are? What if you never loved him in the first place and he made it all up and somehow youâve just went along with it this whole time? What if he doesnât actually love you and heâs just been using you because youâre vulnerable and you make him feel needed and important?
Isnât he just some attention hungry monster? He did this to you didnât he? He triggered this episode for the simple fact that you would be in pain, you would be dependent, you would be reliant, you would see that there is no way you could leave him because heâs the only one who can handle you. Youâll see that wonât you?
God heâs just insane isnât he? What a sick fuck. Treating you this way for personal gain. To hell with the fact that sometimes a Bipolar episode just sneaks up on you without a reason at all. Anakin knows he did this to you. Even if he didnât⊠heâs still a horrible piece of shit because he canât fix it for you.
Or even worse: what if heâs being used? What if you are playing him and heâs been too blind with infatuation to see it? Thatâs whatâs happening isnât it? Youâve fucking taken advantage of his kindness, his selflessness, his undying and unconventional love for you. Youâre faking it.
When you snap out of this âepisodeâ heâll lay into you about your true intentions with him. Heâd call you out on your selfishness.
Heâs better than this. He deserves more than this, canât you get that through your thick fucking skull? How could you be so stupid? How could you be so dense? Did you truly believe he actually cared about you? No, he just felt sorry for you.
He felt so fucking sorry for you. Pathetic little clingy thing. Heâs given and given and given to you and youâve been nothing but ungrateful. You didnât even try to get better for him. You rejected his help and this is the last fucking straw. Heâs given you every chance, heâs given you everything.
Oh god heâs given you his entire soul. Heâs laid his entire being out onto a platter for you to pick apart and terrorize but youâve done⊠the opposite. Youâve coddled him when he didnât deserve it. You made him happy when the world around him was devoid of anything but insufferable, heavy, suffocating despair. You were the light at the end of the long, cold tunnel.
And heâd almost extinguished you.
You were the key to every emotion he couldnât attain on his own. You kept his happiness, his love, his joy, his contentment, his comfort, his calm.
Without you heâd be nothing.
You should leave. You should run. You should leave.
You should change your name and flee the country because he would stop at nothing to prove himself to you again.
He needs you. You are the air he breathes and the blood in his veins. You are perfect, pure, angelic.
You are heaven on earth and he is a demon walking through the flesh world.
You deserved better. You needed better. You know you deserve better.
But you wonât leave him because you are too kind and loving, you are so sweet and caring. You wonât ever stop. You wonât let him hide. You wonât let him believe he is unloved. You wonât allow him to crawl into himself and go mute. You wonât allow him to let his mind go blank and his flesh move about on autopilot. You wonât allow him to convince himself that he is unworthy.
You wonât give up on him.
And thatâs why he has to leave. Permanently. Thatâs the only way youâll ever be truly happy and free. He wonât be there to feel the all consuming sorrow every fucking day. He wonât be there to make you watch him drown, suffer as he claws at the surface of the water. So fucking close to air and unable to reach it. So, when he gives up, he wonât drag you down and force you to wallow at the bottom of the lake of despair with him. He wonât suction the life out of you anymore.
Heâs selfishly sponged up every drop of life youâve given him and he knows you must be exhausted from the never ending battle of trying to make him feel human.
Itâs better this way. Maybe youâll meet in the next life and things will be different. Or maybe your soul will recognize his and urge you to escape as quickly as possible. Either way, in this life, Anakin is setting you free.
Because if you love something, you should let it go.
You should let him go.
Donât cry for him when you find him, feel the sweet relief of all your pain having died with him.
After all, he did this for you.
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đŁïžRize, they could never make me hate youđŁïžđđ€đ




I actually love her so much. Rize did not deserve a lot of the things that happened to herđ I havenât completely finished the manga and donât want to bc the ending is kinda meh and I do not want to see the nastiness that comes from Furuta towards Rize. Like bro is actually so crazy, I do not blame her for the way she turned out, she was rly going through it.
â ïžspoilers belowâ ïž
On another note, Itâs interesting thinking back on Kaneki as a character after these past couple yrs and how his apathetic personality that came out later on in the series may have been how he actually thought and wouldâve acted if he wasnât always trying to put up appearances. I never thought about his personality evolution like that until I saw a theory about it and how it could have been a result of his abuse and itâs just so cool to think about. That mixed with his unresolved feelings toward Rize after the aogiri arc was fascinating.
As I made this I imagined an AU or universe in which Kaneki understood and fully accepted Rize for who she was after he met her again and finding out she was alive the whole time and being tortured. Idk. Something about that situation rly had an impact on me when I read it in the manga and I always wished the two had more time together and got to know each other. Rize has always been a part of Kaneki since the start of the series so it wouldâve been interesting to actually see her as her own person and what she may have been like instead of only having an image of her throughout the experiences everyone else has had with her. I always hated that aspect of the manga, that we never really know who she is or ever find out her own personal desires and goals.
Whenever I think of those two specific versions of them I think they may have been like a found family in which they sort of adopt a sibling relationship. That wouldâve been so interesting. Kaneki has always been alone for the most part so I like to think having Rize as an older sister wouldâve helped him out a lot.
Other than that there was also another scenario I thought of in which Kaneki has had no contact with her until one of the final arcs with their dragon forms, he sort of then can understand why she is how she is after learning about her history throughout the story and tries to connect with her. Hence the angsty sketch in the corner. Iâd like to think Kaneki would help her take out those who have wronged her and put her in her current position. Afterwards is when theyâd form a closer relationship and maybe sheâd be like an aunt or older sister figure to both Kaneki and Touka since theyâre together and Touka never rly liked her that much at the start. I think thatâd be funny.
#artists on tumblr#digital art#drawing#anime au#found family#rize kamishiro#ken kaneki#tokyo ghoul au#tokyo ghoul#renji yomo#dragon rize#fanart#art#anime#tokyo ghoul re#tokyo ghoul scenarios#tokyo ghoul spoilers#black reaper kaneki#tokyo ghoul kaneki#tokyo ghoul rize#sibling au#they could never make me hate you#i love her#tramp stamps#meme art#out of context
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Why are u a Charlie hater? Perhaps I just sympathise with him too much but I really feel as though it takes a certain type of person to get him yk?
Also this isn't me hating on your opinion or anything bc obv it's yours I just like to know details, also lmk if you're ever down to talk more in depth about the series?
iâm not a charlie hater đ€·ââïž iâm sure i have used that phrase before but i definitely mean it more like im giving off negative vibes / opinions as in im being a hater but not that i hate charlie. sorry if that makes no sense im insane. what i mean is that yes i guess im a charlie hater but that does not mean i hate charlie or dont like anything about his character or think heâs entirely irredeemable.
also, please talk to me about this series literally ANY time! itâs basically my full time job outside of my actual full time job. there is nothing i enjoy more đ„° literally any time, any topic i am here for the in depth conversations. you just lmk and im there (also this is making me want to reread the entire like us series which is unfortunate because i am NOT supposed to do that this year)
i just relate to connor a lot more as a character and i donât get really what there is to sympathize with charlie over. i only bring up connor because everyone is so determined to make charlie out to be another âversionâ of connor but they are so different to me. kbr paint charlie as SOOOOOO TORTURED but itâs like dude be for real you have a great life. and whatever mental issues heâs battling that sucksâŠbut i do NOT sympathize with his treatment of the people around him especially his family
making disparaging comments about lily and loâs addictions TO THE PUBLIC, calling them weak to their children, literally EVERYTHING he has EVER said to sulli (which iâll admit is sometimes super funny but still MEAN AS HELL)âŠ..these things canât be excused. we donât really know a lot about his inner workings which is why iâm excited to get into his head but i doubt anything could justify his general behavior towards the people around him. everyone has problems, no one else is a massive dick and uses the fact that they are too smart (????) that it makes their life agony to justify it
get real. charlie is a LOSERRRRRR who has no capacity for managing his feelings despite the infinite resources he could utilize to learn how to do so
also iâm cranky as hell today if it isnât obvious but when you said âit takes a certain type of person to get him ykâ i didnât like your tone! i mean that lightheartedly đ«¶đ» i promise and i would be very interested in hearing why you DO like charlie and what you find sympathetic about his character and what i am apparently lacking in that makes me unable to do soâŠ
before i close this out i just remembered something else that really bothers me about him is the way he has always treated moffy. you can be sympathetic to his feelings about that whole situation and their dynamic but i find it VERY hard to sympathize with his response. he is immature as hell and never once actually tried to talk to moffy or explain his frustrations and he used moffy as a sounding board for his negative feelings about SO MANY aspects of the world it wasnât fair at all. itâs sort of the same with his behavior towards sulli like we all have family members we donât like or problems with people but they arenât supposed to KNOW thatâŠhow come everyone else in the world learns this lesson from childhood but charlie gets a free pass to be rude just because heâs charlie?
and again, itâs annoying because i really do think charlie is often quite funny (like when he threw that book at maximoffâs head? and farrow got so mad because moffy hadnât slept in days? that was objectively TERRIBLE but his determination to be a menace just HAS to make you laugh iâm so sorry maximoff you did not deserve that king đ)
#me saying i donât see connor and charlie as the same when my fav description of charlie has always been that heâs a mix of lo and connor#but yk what idc heâs such an asshole. maybe i do hate him#itâs touch and go sometimes i kind of like him#but whatever#today iâm in a hater mood#asks#anonymous#kbr asks
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You mentioning the Big Mac comic made me removed just how much I love that story lol. Itâs one of the only times we get a sense of real interiority for his character and itâs just fun to see him play off of so much of the supporting cast.
I especially love the running gag where heâs just effortlessly pulling mares left and right without even trying (including Luna? Maybe? Now THERES a ship for the ages).
Itâs even funnier when you consider the fact that he was canonically a chatterbox when he was younger, so his whole romantic arc throughout the series is basically âman tries shutting the fuck up for once in his life, immediately starts drowning in womenâ lol.
Anyways, all that preamble to bring you to my ACTUAL question:
Which other(s) of the non-main and/or background characters do you Headcanon as having ungodly amounts of game? Just having others swoon over them without even trying?
I always assumed Maudâs romance game was untouchable personally (pulling Mudbriar, Starlight, and hell probably Trixie too lol).
HARD MODE: Canât say Sunset.
Yeah that comic run is so cute, it shows a little slice of life of a festival day in ponyville and it feels so loving and fun and just cute, everyone is having a good time and enjoying themselves, even Luna! And I love that Big Mac, the big farmhand handsome quite man pulls so many bitches. Honestly I wish Applejack got the same treatment, she really really fucking deserved it, but the show is allergic to having the protags have any romantic relations.
Women literally fighting for him in the background. Good.
WOMEN REQUESTING AFFECTION, PERFORM EVASIVE ACTION
I wasn't gonna say Sunset bc she's not a sidecharacter đ
Also I'm not sure I even agree with the idea of Maud pulling a lot of bitches, I think it makes more sense for her to be someone that pursues that a lot, but rarely gets lucky because people are 'off put' by her. I feel like she and every Pie sister would suffer of this exact issue, tbh. Sure, Pinkie might get more bitches than the average because she's much more outgoing than the other Pie sisters, but even still, how many people could even stand Pinkie on average? Most ponies hate all the noise she makes in canon and are always annoyed when she's around. By all means both pinkie and maud got lucky... Limestone and marble didnt.
But about your question, honestly, that's a hard one. If nothing else, most of the show is like. So loveless and sexless when it comes to romance, and the little romance that is there tends to be incredibly monogamous. Like, I'd LIKE to say that Cadance should be a love madwoman that has dated dozens of stallions and mares but thats just unrealistic to all of her canon.
I'd like to say applejack, I've done dozens of jokes where every femme in a mile radius can sniff her out and wants to get closer, but still. Again, tragically goes utterly against canon. Even saying that a more obscure character like Raven Inkwell regularly visits gay bars is tragically reaching... So sadly I don't think I got an answer.
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2 + 2 = 5 ACOTAR SHIPWAR EDITION
Azriel questions the Cauldron + he wants the mated Elain Archeron = Azriel only wants a mate and Elain is the one available
Azriel spends time with Elain, rescued her, and kept her gift on his nightstand while looking at it for one whole year + Elain giving Azriel the offer and permission, didn't balk from him and called his hands beautiful = Azriel is an incel who only lusts after Elain, after one fvck he'll end up with the redhead
Elain who tracks the Suriel, foreseen Vassa, helped on planning where to place humans during the war, kicked a beast, volunteered on tracking the Dead Trove, and killing the KoH + Elain gardening, baking, and having friends on the NC = Elain is useless plant, she's passive, she plays no part on the series, only sulking.
Elain, a fae not a plant + Elain living in Night Court where sun also exists = Elain needs a sunlight!! She should live in the Spring/Autumn court! .
three mountains, three villains, three dead trove, three trials, and so and so forth + three brothers x three sisters = OMG so cliche, I hate it! I want them all to end up with their mate because it's not cliche.
Azriel desires Elain + Azriel cannot sleep properly thinking about her = oh he's sooooo toxic! He should end up with a redhead bcs she can fix him!
Azriel bought the necklace for Elain + Azriel just wanted to get rid of it, advise Clotho to even give it to other priestesses = he gave it to Gw*n! It is for her, he bought it for herâ„
Elain minding her own life, gorgeous and growing. + Azriel being a total simp = He deserves someone better!! Someone I can self-insert with
Elain stabbed a king, kicked a beast that's harming them, and "I hope they all burn in hell", "she's better at secret keeping" + Azriel = He deserves better! A badass, someone who can weild a sword, we need another training lovestory!
Azriel in his full rage ready to die to save Elain + Azriel telling Cassian they trained the Valkyries so let's go save the enemy = MATES!! GW***** ENDGAME!!
Elain making Azriel laugh, Feyre never heard such deep and joyous sound, Elain calling his hand beautiful, Elain "put it on me" Archeron + Azriel always reaching for her, Azriel who made her comfortable, Azriel "this is wrong, I don't care" Archeron = They're incompatible! They don't make sense! I don't find them romantic.
Elain balked from her mate, tried to be nice but still visibly uncomfortable, Elain who's book is not out yet, Elain who was never given a choice. Elain, a woman. + Lulu, hundred year old fae, not a baby. = I hate Elain! He owes Lulu everything! She's so pick me! She should just accept the mating bond and make my Lulu so so happy, he deserves it.
Azriel who has a secret feelings for Elain + Az who doesn't consider G a friend = he's such a fvckboy! He's so toxic ugh, he needs to apologize to them and then end up with Gâ„
Acotar, a romantasy + Elain who has two love interest = Elain should end up alone! She needs it to grow.
Elain, existing, being gorgeous and minding her own business, Elain being a woman in this series + Azriel and Lucien simping = She doesn't deserve both of them! She should be with her sister's abuser!! Tampon needs a redemption so
Ianthe, Tamlin, Beron, KoH, all abusive and villains + Elain, the sister who owns up to her mistakes and tried to fix her relationship with her sisters. Elain who is hopeful and kind. Elain who is a quiet dreamer = Elain deserves to be the most hated character, she's so useless.
Acotar a fantasy book where the dead came back to life, so any magic can happen + SJM, who's adopted and loved her adaptive parents. Sjm who wrote books empowering women. = Elain doesn't have a pliant bone!! She cannot have Az baby so not endgame đ
Elain and Azriel exchanging meaningful looks, brushing fingers, Azriel following the sound of her laugh, something charged between them, Elriel confirmed to desire each other + Az regifting a necklace because it reminds him of what happened between them, causing him pain = ACOSF ended Elriel
This is just one of the many arguments where a simple canon was twisted to fit on the wanted narrative. This is not how a story goes. A reader cannot control or forced the author on what they want to happen. Think of what the character can bring to the story, how they can make an impact and if they can move the plot forward. It will be very hard to enjoy a series if we keep on denying what's written on the books. Sjm has been clear. She could place other character on Azriel position or vice versa but she didn't. There's so many parallels between Elriel and sjm endgame couples. There's so many hints but the fandom twisted it because they simply hate Elain. They thought she's not deserving of love, of her own choice.
At the end of the day, Elriel is hated because some people cannot accept Elain is going to end up with Az and they thought she's less than for so many reasons they believed. It all rooted from internal misogyny.
So many lies/misinformation and total crap was spread in this fandom all because of Elain hate
How can you continue a series when you filled yourself all the lies and hate towards the character?
#good thing this is not my problem#basically all the arguments I see#elriel#pro elriel#elain archeron#azriel shadowsinger
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The Birthday Boy

A/N: couldnât miss out on the birthday celebrations for my favorite fictional man <3 I am wishing the happiest of birthdayâs to Mr. Joel heartthrob Miller. P.S this is not proofread. Itâs definitely a little silly and fluffy but thatâs what my man deserves on his special day (letâs just pretend the outbreak never happened đ)
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Pairing | horse dad! Joel Miller x f! reader
Summary: itâs your first time celebrating Joelâs birthday after starting the transition process of moving in with him and Sarah. You want to make sure the birthday boy knows just how loved he really is.
Warnings: none! Just a lot of fluff, feels, cheesy banter from our favorite horse dad!, implied smut bc it wouldnât be a birthday without some birthday sex, teasing, family love, light swearing, no outbreak! This takes place in the blue jeans universe but can be read as a standalone, Joel is 35 and not 36 in this universe, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!
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September 26th 2003: Joel Millerâs birthday. He wasnât particularly a huge fan of his special day. He never was the type to enjoy any kind of spotlight. He preferred a more simple and quiet birthday compared to some extravagant party where he would have to worry about entertaining his guests. No, he would much rather enjoy a night in with Sarah on his one side, and you on his other. Your only request was make him a cake. He begrudgingly complied to your thoughtful request, but before any cake baking could take place, you had to wiggle your way out of his death grip that he presently held on you under the soft duvet of his bed. The whole sleeping over every other day was proving to be an easy transition for all three of you, and at this point you were practically moved into the Miller household.
Your mornings always started with Joel doing his utmost best to keep you tangled between his legs for a few minutes longer. This morning however, you were all his. You had slept with him intimately enough times to pick up on all his specific quirks and mannerisms that were tailored to him. He snored, but only when he was laying on his back. If you got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or get a glass of water, he would be cuddling with your pillow until you returned. Sometimes his feet would get cold and heâd tuck them under your thighs to keep them warm. He talked in his sleep on the rare occasion. Most of it was gibberish, but youâd hear Sarahâs name and yours like the faintest of whispers.
You knew he was awake by the way his bare arm tightened around your waist as he lassoed you against his chest. His fingers were gently splayed under the soft cotton fabric of your sleep shirt (his of course) as he buried the bridge of his nose against the back of your neck. You could feel him inhale deeply through his nose before exhaling a warm breath of air that caused gooseflesh to pebble on your skin.
âIs the birthday boy finally awake?â You softly mused with your eyes half open like a crescent moon as you stretched your legs out under the warm confines of the comforter.
âMmm, nope. The birthday boy is not awake right now. Youâll have to try again later my darlin.ââ He teased, voice thick, gravelly and sticky with sleep as he pressed what felt like a dozen open mouth sweet kisses to your soft skin.
âJoooelâ You giggled, warm and sweet as your hand brushed across his that rested across your middle. âYouâre a shitty liar.â
âBaby, you canât be mean to me when itâs my special day. Yâtake that back right now.â He chuckled as he pulled you as close as he physically could. It never was enough, of course. Heâd do anything to just crawl inside of your skin and make a little home for himself there. (not in a deranged way you sickos). Thatâs just what love did to him. It made him turn into this ushy- gushy softy that sometimes used you as his own personal heater.
âWell, if the birthday boy isnât awake, then he doesnât get his present.â
Well, that did it.
You barely finished your sentence before your man was nearly rolling over on top of you with a soft grunt from the ache in his back. âOkay, okay! The birthday boy is awake, and ready for his present.â
âGotcha.â you peeked one eye open to find his not so impressed expression as a stray curl cascaded across his forehead. Dear god, he was truly so handsome, it hurt.
âYouâre a lilâ tease, Yâknow that? Gettinâ me all excited jusâ to goâin and break my heart!â He grasped his fist to his chest in mock despair as your sweet giggles filled the domestic air.
âRelax, Shakespeare. Iâm only teasing!â You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his theatrics before you playfully pushed him onto his back just so you could straddle his hips.
âShakespeare? Nah, I ainât no Romeo, baby cakes, but you can be my Juliet?â He had a shit eating grin plastered on his kissable lips as you grabbed his wrists gently and pinned them above his head.
âThat was so painfully lame, even for you, cowboy.â
âYeah, but I jusâ know it made your pussââ You cut him off with a swift kiss to his lips that sent his heart melting into a puddle. Sweet, and filthy. What a lucky son of a bitch.
âIs the birthday boy going to be good so I can give him his present?â You mumbled against his lips as he kissed you back languidly.
âAinât I always beinâ a good boy for my baby?â He hummed as he rolled his hips slowly against yours.
âThatâs a coin flip, cowboy.â He could feel your mischievous little grin blossom like flower petals as you slowly followed the rhythm of his hips with your own.
âChrist. Yâgonna fuck me or get me all riled up, baby? Câmon, please fuck me, honeybun. The birthday boy shouldnât haveâto beg.â he spoke with that deep Texas twang that always had you caving on the spot.
âWeâre getting to that part, cowboy.â
Some gibberish followed by a deep moan that traveled deep from within his chest when you finally sank down around him.
âShell?â Joel asked with a small grin and arch of his brow as Sarah set a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him.
âYep! Saved some just for you.â She teased. âIâm just kidding, Dad. Thereâs no shell! I promise.â
Joel seemed unconvinced as he used his fork to play around with his plate of scrambled eggs. âHmm..are ya sure about that, kiddo?â
âDaaad.â Sarah placed her hands on her hips with a huff which only caused Joelâs grin to grow wider before he was reaching out and pulling his baby girl in for a hug as he pressed a gentle kiss to her mess of curls. âI trust ya.â
Sarah wrapped her arms back around him in a gentle hug, but she was smart to move away quickly when he attempted to tousle her hair.
It wouldnât be a regular day in the Miller household without Tommy showing up with his own shit eating grin as he made a b-line straight for the fridge.
âHelp yourself, why donât ya?â Joel muttered with a mouthful of eggs.
âWhatâs it look like I'm doin?ââ The younger Miller brother responded with a cheeky wink as he pulled out a container of leftover chicken wings from the fridge. âHow old is grumpy today anyway, 50?â
âDo I look likeââ
âHeâs 35, but whoâs really counting?â You chimed in as you pressed a quick kiss to Joelâs cheek before sitting down beside him.
â35 and heâs already gettinâ some grayâs I see. Gonna have to wear diapers soon.â Sarah teased as she took a bite of her eggs.
âWho says I donât already?â Joel quipped back as he washed his eggs down with a big swig of coffee.
âBabe?â
âYes, my darlin?ââ
âYour shirt is inside out.â
Joel tossed his fork down with a huff as he wasted no time to pull his t-shirt over his head and switch it the right way around.
âYâgirls still planninâ on bakinâ me a cake?â He asked as he checked the time on his phone before standing up.
âYou bet your fine Texas tush that we are. Itâs going to be the best birthday cake youâve ever tasted.â
Joel probably would have said something highly provocative if Sarah and Tommy werenât listening in, so he opted for a quick kiss and a slight ass grab.
âBus is leavinâ in five. Canât wait to come home later and taste this delicious cake that youâre gonna make me, baby.â
âGross.â Sarah nearly gagged as she picked up her plate and brought it to the kitchen sink.
âHey, sugar? You think you can spare me a bit of cake too?â Tommy asked cheekily as he ducked down before Joel could thwack him upside the head. âYâgotta be quicker than that, big brother.â
âGânna kill him one of these days, I swear.â Joel mumbled as he looped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. âYâgonna pick Sarah up from school still? Dunno what time I'll be home later, but hopefully it ainât too late.â
You looped your arms around his neck as your fingers gently played with the curly tendrils of hair that rested along the nape of his neck. âIâll be there to pick her up. Try to not be home too late, okay?â
âGânna do my best for my girls.â He closed the short gap between the two of you with a sweet affectionate kiss with a mumbled I love you before he was reluctantly pulling away when he heard Tommy beep from his truck in the driveway.
âDid you get it fixed for him?â You asked Sarah as she climbed into the passenger seat of your car outside of the watchmaker's shop.
âYep!â She beamed brightly up at you as she held the watch box up proudly.
âHeâs gonna love it, kiddo.â
âWhat did you end up getting him?â
âWell, a little birdie whispered in my ear and told me that Curtis and Viper 2 is his absolute favorite movie. Itâs the version with the deleted scenes.â
âOh, wicked! Heâs going to be soo happy!â
âAs long as we donât royally fuck up this cake. I donât know the first thing about baking. Do you?â
âWell, if we happen to burn it..we can always cover the burnt spots with frosting?â Sarah suggested as she carefully slipped the watch box into her backpack.
âYouâre a genius.â
âOh, I know.â She winked before buckling up.
The cake turned out to not be a disaster..well, minus the first cake mix not rising properly. The best part was getting to decorate it with Sarahâs help. She insisted on the frosted red hearts while you piped out the letters spelling, happy birthday. It was nearing 10pm when Joel had finally arrived home. He was already feeling guilty for the fact that he was home later than he promised, but that all washed away when he found his two favorite girls cuddled up on the couch watching re-runs of Property Brothers on HGTV.
âSorry I'm late. They gave us the wrong size for the headers. Took way longer than I was expectin.â What are we watchin?â He softly asked as he kicked his heavy duty work boots alongside the doormat.
âProperty Brothers.â Sarah mumbled with her cheek gently pressed against your shoulder.
âTheyâre pretty good lookin.ââ Joel added as he maneuvered his way over to the couch and plopped down. âYâall make that cake youâve been ravinâ about?â He gently draped his arm around the back of the couch where your head was presently resting.
âWell, we almost had a serious mishap, but itâll still be the best damn cake youâve ever eaten.â
âGâin get it fâme, darlin.ââ He nearly yawned from being exhausted on the job all day as you leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to his temple before you got up and headed into the kitchen.
âYâall didnât burn it, right?â He asked his daughter who had shifted positions so she could cuddle up with him now.
âNope. The first batch didnât rise correctly, but two-times a charm, right?â
âThatâs not how it goes, baby girl. Good effort though.â He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arm around her just as you came out of the kitchen with one hand supporting the base of the cake while the other was held close to the candles to keep them from burning out. Joel could see your eyes twinkle brightly from the flames of the candles, as a soft smile spread across his lips.
âWow, yâall made this? Didnât buy it from the store?â
âHomemade, just for you, baby.â You smiled warmly at him as you set the cake along the coffee table in front of him.
âWell, I'll be damned. Thatâs one fine lookinâ cake.â He nearly whistled.
You and Sarah sang Happy Birthday to him under the soft light of the candles glow while Joel listened proudly with happy tears glistening in his warm espresso colored eyes. All three of you were wearing silly little party hats from the dollar store, despite Joelâs protesting. (He looked damn cute in that hat) The cake was nothing short of delicious, and he was more than appreciative over both of his gifts. He might not have always been the biggest birthday person, but he was now all thanks to his favorite girls.
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Liar pt.8
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader
Warnings: ANGSTTTT, but fluff at the end, cussing, drinking, grinding, NOT PROOFRED, i don't think there's anything else but as always lmk if there is.
Note- the italics is a flashback, actually, Satoru's entire section is a flashback from pt 7.
Word Count: 1.3K
A/N: VFYVKD. Guys, I think this might be the last part to this seriesđđđđ This has been a journey, thank you so much for everyone who has read this far, I truly and deeply appreciate every single one of youâ€ïžâ€ïž I don't want it to endddd, so lmk if you would like me to keep writing for this au bc I would LOOVE to.
(Requests open)
Satoru
He was beginning to feel like he was slipping. He hadnât had a glass since the shot he took before Kaito came to spend the night with him. Although it was now night and hours since his son had left, he naively thought that he had overcome his addiction since he hadnât felt the urge to drink the whole time he was with Kaito.
Oh how wrong he was. He needed to get a drink and fast. He jumped into his car and began speeding to the nearest liquor store, only to find it with an eight-person line. He didnât have the patience to wait that long and made his way to a bar. Any bar, honestly speaking, he had no idea where he even was.
He quickly went over, ordered, and chugged five tequila shots consecutively. Once the alcohol finally kicked in, he finally began to feel like himself again.
âHe is disgusting. What kind of pathetic, sorry excuse of a man canât survive without drowning himself in alcohol? How was he supposed to win you back and be a father for Kaito in such a state?â
These were the thoughts that ran rampant through his mind as he ordered a glass of whiskey, this time much more relaxed, seated on his stool, staring lifelessly into the endless abyss.
He was slowly sipping his drink when he felt a pair of hands clutch his shoulders before slowly gliding down his arms. Because of his inebriated state, he wasnât able to sense them approaching, however, he just chose to ignore, only seeming to amuse the stranger. He slowly turned his seat to face them.
He was completely unamused when his eyes landed on a young woman clearly intent on getting into his pants. She evidently thought that she was the most beautiful girl in the room, therefore deserving a chance at him, but all he could think of was how ugly she looked in comparison to you. He just rolled his eyes, trying to go back to wallowing in self-pity. The lady just wouldnât let up, turning around before she began grinding against him to the beat of the music. Foul, Satoru thought, feeling his patience run thin.
âGet away from me you fucking slut,â he hissed, venom lacing his words as he placed his hand on her waist, trying to push her away when next thing he knows, a palm is making contact with his cheek, landing a harsh slap across his face. It was only then that he finally sensed your cursed energy. He quickly turned to face you, heart plummeting when he saw tears streaming through your face.
Shit, he can only imagine what this looked like to you. He tried to reach out to you but you just screamed at him and ran away from him.
He began to panic.
His heart was racing.
The world around him was spinning and despite how hard he tried, he couldnât move a single inch. His vision was getting spotty and all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. He felt like he was going to vomit.
WHY! WHY HIM, WHY NOW! WHY COULDNâT HEJUST CONTROL HIMSELF AND STOP FUCKING DRINKING! He was absolutely torturing himself in his head as he spiraled.
He finally mustered the strength to run after you, leaving the unnamed girl where she stood, utterly confused.
He ran as fast as his legs could take him but you were nowhere to be found.
He leapt into his car and drove as fast as the vehicle could go. He was at Jujutsu tech in about five minutes but that was the longest five minutes of his entire life. He had to get to you. He needed to explain, he needed to make sure you know that it wasn't what it looked like.
Y/N
After crying your heart out on the sidewalk, you eventually made your way back to Jujutsu Tech. You texted Shoko and asked her if she could take care of Kaito for the rest of the night. You felt so guilty for staying away from him for two nights in a row but you just couldnât bear to have him see you like this.
Just as you were about to close the dorm door behind you, you heard running and frantic breathing approach. You didnât even bother trying to fight Gojo as he forced his way through the door you were trying to shut.
âY/N p-pleaseâ he took a pause, slightly hunched over as he attempted to catch his breath, âI pro- I promise it wasnât what you looked like!â he tried to explain, clearly panicked.
âWhat the fuck do you mean itâs not what it looked like, Gojo.â you questioned, putting emphasis on how you said his name. It felt like you were continuously stabbing him with a jagged dagger and he felt his knees getting weak but he couldnât let you go, not now.
âMy love please! I swear on my life it wasnât! I wasnât trying to do anything with her fuck! I donât even know her name!â âThen what was it Gojo! She was grinding on you and you were FUCKING ENJOYING IT, DONâT YOU DARE LIE TO ME! I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!â You yelled your throat raw.
âI was trying to get her away from me! Please, believe me, I promise,â He dropped on his knees, reaching for your hands with his own shaking ones. Tears began to trickle down his face as his breathing grew heavy.
A small part of you wanted to believe it, but you were struggling. Deep down, you were telling yourself that he was telling the truth. But that was a part of you you hadnât seen since Gojo was sealed. You survived this long without listening to it, so why start now?
âGojo⊠this is enough, let's get a divorce-â
âNO! NO! BABY PLEASE! Donât do this to me! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE, MORE THAN BREATHING, MORE THAN MYSELF MORE THAN ANYTHING! DONâT LEAVE ME-â
âGojo you were gone for years! I LIVED WITHOUT A HUSBAND FOR YEARS! And from what it looks like, you CLEARLY didnât feel my or Kaitoâs absence! It seems pretty obvious that youâve moved on-â
âBUT I HAVENâT! I HAVENâT! I GO TO BED HOLDING A PICTURE OF YOU CLOSE TO MY CHEST EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! I HAVE NEVER TAKEN OFF YOUR RING SINCE THE DAY I GOT BACK AND FOUND YOU GONE!â He cried, showing you your ring, which laid on his finger. You would be lying if you said you didnât notice it, but you just assumed that was due to how expensive it was. It wouldâve been a waste to let it collect dust in a drawer.
âY/N, you and our baby boy are the only fucking reason I wake up every day. You two are the light of my life and when I lost you. I was so distraught I even started drinking and you know better than anyone how much I hate that shit, but itâs the only thing that takes my mind off of everything!â
You were now crying too, touched by what he was saying. You could see in his eyes that he meant every word and it shook you to your core.
You stayed anchored where you stood, sobbing now as Satoru got up off his knees and took you into his arms. Hugging you as tightly as he could without breaking your ribs.
You couldn't even move. You just stood there and cried with him, feeling the weight of everything that had transpired over the past couple of years wash away.
All that grief, suffering, and pain over the past few years was washing away in your tears.
You love him.
You had pushed down your feelings for him so deep that for a moment, you forgot they were even there. But you love him, and he you, and you knew that there was know way either of you could live without each other any longer.
You love him, and he loves you, and nothing was going to change that.
Not now, not ever.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
The End...?
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Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 5

Propaganda:
Ame -
"Typical autistic childhood â doesn't want to go to school, doesn't talk a lot, his plans for the future are just to go to live as a wolf in the forest⊠He's basically a werewolf and I think werewolves are often autistic coded. Actually his whole family is autistic coded."
Floyd -
"Has no emotional regulation skills and will make it everyone's problem. Prone to mood swings and can get angry at the drop of a hat, but can also be so goofy, silly, and lovely. Sways side to side for that good good stim, and loves to squeeze others (with violent intent and affectionate intent). Who doesn't love a good pressure stim? His interest in things can be fleeting, and his motivation to do things can change as quickly as his mood. Spontaneous and feral extraordinaire."
Hibiki -
"he is canonically diagnosed with hyperacusis <3 my fav sensory issues guy (he's so relatable). also canonically pulled a bad bitch (uta) by being autistic."
Akira -
"He has a heartbreaking relationship with road racing and the memory of his dead mother, and while he is a major antagonist, he is given a lot of interesting looks into his internal logics that I personally find relatable as an autistic person. I also like how he expresses himself in unpleasant ways, but isn't always treated with disgust, its kind of refreshing."
Sang Woo -
"literally the first results on google is "sangwoo semantic error autistic." he loves routine + is extremely distressed by change in routine (contrasts w his ADHD-coded bf). very blunt/cannot read social clues which leads to some misunderstandings throughout the manhwa. he's very relatable to me as an autistic person but also as a queer man, and it's refreshing to see autistic characters being open with their sexuality/sexual life bc we're often displayed as asexual robots incapable of love (bad for lots of reasons haha). he's super cute generally and really grew on me throughout the series. definitely the best part of semantic error."
Douglas -
"Many other characters try to read into what he does and says, looking for deeper or different meanings but it's always revealed that he means exactly what he says every single time and the butt of the jokes is always the other characters for being dramatic and presumptuous, not Doug for being autistic. Also he's the mean autistic representation we deserve."
Scott -
"look at him. failboy autism. even more so than any previous version!"
Shinra -
"he's just like me forreal."
Soi -
"I mean come on, itâs Purson. He thinks heâs really good at talking to people but most of his conversations (at least at the start) are completely one sided. He just blurts out whatever heâs thinking and completely dominates the conversation (if you can call it that). I love him so much for it, I have a really hard time figuring out when I should just stop talking and let someone else have a turn and only tend to realize after he fact that I didnât really let anyone else get a word in and feel really bad. But the way Purson communicates is never shown to be a bad thing itâs a bit awkward at times but that just how he is and the rest of the misfit class live him for it. I think I could go on all day about how wonderfully inclusive Iruma-Kun is itâs such a good series, also in my brain Balam, Kalego, Clara and Opera are on the 4 outer points of an x-y graph that represents the autism spectrum. Everyone else fills the blanks in between. His bloodline magic is âdetection wardingïżœïżœ and for the first several arcs of the manga the rest of the class didnât even know he was there."
Makoto -
"In one sentence: Katai considers the titular Komi-san a communication master. Katai looks like a brutal thug, but he's actually extremely shy. Shy enough that after missing a couple weeks of class, it takes him months to build up the confidence to go to school. Katai tries to make friends once he does go to school, but he can't hold a conversation and doesn't realize that his mumbled half-sentences and resting bastard face make it look like he's threatening people. He's also pretty bad at reading the room, which is why he interprets Komi's behavior as a communication master trying to guide him from afar rather than a kindred spirit also struggling to hold a conversation."
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