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Hamliza shipper here! You're not alone, don't worry!
pls tell me I'm not the only Hamliza shipper left in this fandom đđđđ
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#hamilton#hamilton fandom#hamilton musical#hamliza#reblog#just re listened to hamilton recently#and ohmygod#it AWOKE my old love for it#slowly getting back into it now
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making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it
(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)
episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice
i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)
episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement
this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like đ¶
episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement
the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them
episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement
augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin
episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement
i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!
episode 6: "Not sca- This isnât some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles
i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy
episode 7: "Itâs not like weâre wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia
STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Knowâą too much maam i cant with you
episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. Iâm Gerry!"
RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry
episode 9: "And honestly, itâs kind of compelling by this point." - sam
they got him đđ the horrors got sam đđ also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material
episode 10: "Gosh youâre sexy, hereâs a twenty for your trouble.â - alice
does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.
episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen
dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard
episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice
she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her
episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen
each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(
episode 14: "Christ, theyâre in the wallsâŠ" - statement
theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh
episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway
episode 16: "Itâs not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers
episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen
episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1
episode 19: "Youâre going to throw it in the fishtank, arenât you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive
episode 20: "I suppose itâs too late for remorse, isnât it? And why should I be sorry? This is what IÂ deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(
episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.
episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.
episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said âlove you, bitchâ and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full
episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and Iâve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3
episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over
episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY
episode 27: "You didnât tell me the room was labelled, âArchivist.â" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO
episode 28: "So youâre telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude
episode 29: "Alice, er⊠weâve got to talk. Itâs important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? đ
episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.
#honorable mentions:#âcanaries should stay above groundâ because holy shit (1)#âi donât scare so easy these daysâ because oh my god its our celia (7)#âi like themâ/âof course you doâ because weeping weeping weeping (8)#âoh no not again! oh the horrors! noooooâ that one was just really funny and not exactly part of the episode (9)#âcan he read?â (10) bc it enforces the gwen/jon parallels (âyou dont sound?? russian??â)#âthe deep will care for his bonesâ (11) it creeped me out and i loved it#âthe cover had this awful comic sans title 'mr. bonzo's on his way'â (12) comic sans font was so funny it almost made it not horrific#âI have a baby. Jack. Heâs just over a year old now.â (13) like BARNABAS. i know him.#âThe only drama is the dilemma of how I could possibly get by without you all to myself!â (14) alice.... alice....#âOh no! Who keeps taking Georgieâs face?!â (18) SHE'S BACKKKKKKK#''I swear if I hear one more word about Trevor-bloody-Herbert MP I am going to blow up Parliament.'' (27) because WHAT LMAO??? WHATTT#''when I first awoke I knew nothing nothing but the dream of things that sliced my who from me with claws like scalpels'' (30) i cried#''Theyâre gone Alice. Theyâre gone.'' (30) tweaking#''What happens now? You push me? Stab me? Or do I need to jump in myself? Come on whatâs stopping you?'' (30)#can i just put the whole episode in honorable mentions too atp.#''We are the hilltop. It is me and I am it and we are. We areâŠ'' (30)#''Yeah sure. Sorry to bother you. Goodbye Alice.'' (30)#okay i'm done#i can't i .. i ..#the magnus protocol#tmagp#magnus protocol#tmagp spoilers#tmagp season 1#the magnus pod
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THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]
One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.
#luckys original content#dungeons and dragons#MY OCSSSS MY WONDERFUL OCSSS ITS BEEN SO LONGGGG!!this is a fairly old character that i made foreeeever ago#i was trying to go full on into DND LORE ONLY instead of makin up my own stuff. so when i was lookin around i learned abt THE HELM#the god of protection or watever it was. i also like playing paladin bc i love to hit things w my sword. i also like aasimars bc theyrprett#im sure i ahd other Min Maxy reasons for her but i dont have her sheet n ive forgotten everything. never got a chance to play her but yknow#maybe someday. I LIKE HER ALOT TOO. big and strong and well meaning but a lil dumb. justa lil dense n stupid. but she tries!!#I LIKE CHARACTERS THAT HAVE JUST SMALL THINGS DIFERENT ABT THEM. i knew some1 who had that condition. where everythings just flipped#aint that fucked up? that ur organs can just be flipped? and inever see it in fiction. its so neat. imagine finding out like THIS too#she had blacked out from the sword through the heart. the last thing she heard from her mentor was;#'you were a great student. that is why you above all else must die. i hope you understand' spoken through a gentle voice and a gentle smile#the very same that had guided Gjör so far through her journey.A BETRAYAL LIKE NO OTHER! she awoke utop a pile of comrades#each bloodied and dead and cold. she used her own magic to heal herself. to catch herself from the precipice of bleeding out#when she stepped out of the barn she had found that the village was burned to the ground#she was shellshocked!! it took her weeks to limp all the way back down that mountain. all the way back to the place she called home#only to be spit on and kicked back out. being a Paladin of the Palms was her entire life. what was she to do now?#OH SO THE ART. I RLY LIKE HER DESIGN.heavily based off of THE BABY SITTER from HALO LEGENDS. i fuckin love halo so much guys.....#i just love that trope of Big Strong Person in Armor that we all thought wasa fullgrown MAN takes off the helmet to revel shesa PRETTY GIRL#my favorite in the WORLD!! i also like the silly frilly pretty dress sorta motif in gjors armor. it hides all the stuff i dont wanna draw#thats all the ramble i got in me for now. PLEASE ENJOY. and ask me abt my ocs
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Icebrood Saga.
#at this point Endobelles's default expression will be that of a war vet caricature#the exaggerated thousand-yard stare that's somehow even worse than the IRL one is#my poor salad isn't even 10 years old yet and 99% of his life has been nothing but Trauma#he wasn't even fucking safe in the Dream he was already tempered as a war machine before he even awoke#no fucking wonder he's so emotionally unstable now he got love mixed in there with the Living Weapon and it sucks
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love thy neighbor âą r. sukuna
(Y/N) moves into an apartment complex on the other side of town and winds up living right next door to one of the most notorious drug dealers in the city nonetheless! But looks can be deceivingâŠ
đ: black!fem plus size reader, plug!sukuna, age gap (6 years or so) mentions of toxic relationship and baby trapping, religious trauma, anxiety, alcohol + drug use, comfort + fluff and angst to smut, missionary, prone bone, oral sex, reader cries during, daddy is used a couple times, size difference, lots of kissing, positive affirmations, creampie
wc: 3.0K
đïž: I swear imma get back to posting regularly! Iâm just being lazy and hating my writing rn (it sucks) đ but I hope yâall enjoy
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you didnât know what to expect when you found yourself residing on the same floor as plug!sukuna..it was your first time living on your own. Fresh out of your parentsâ house with minimal belongings and all of the savings you had managed to scrounge over the years. Enough to cover first and last monthâs rent with some extra left over..working as a receptionist in a local doctors office by day and offering online tutoring services at night to suffice your income. You'd return home from your shift, ready to relax by at least eight o clock..meanwhile, plug!sukuna was just beginning his night. Heading out into the streets to do God knows what until the early morning hours. But heâd never leave until heâd done two things: said hello and made sure that you were straight. You never really understood the logic behind it..especially considering the fact that you werenât exactly close friends or even acquaintances beforehand. Hell, he didnât know you at all and yet, he was just as kind as an old lady bringing you cookies to welcome you to the neighboorhood.
nonetheless, plug!sukuna would always tell you â..keep that door locked, donât answer that shit for nobody and call me if you need anything, aight?â his deep voice was the last voice youâd heard for the evening and the first when you awoke in the morning. Sometimes, heâd even bring you breakfast per your request and youâd eat together. Youâd cut off all ties to your controlling, religious fanatic family and the narcissistic ex whoâd all but attempted to stick you with a kid you didnât want and turn you into his personal dollâŠtrapped inside of the house with no purpose other than to serve him. It was the way all of the men in your former faith operated. But you werenât interested. Not in the slightest. In fact, you wanted change so drastic, itâd make their goddamn heads spin! Over time, youâd grow closer to plug!sukuna. His second long check ins and warnings became full blown conversations as the two of you congregated downstairs in the pool area or at the mailbox for a cup of coffee. A cigarette dangling from his fingertips to go light once he went outside.
âI know this place seems nice and all from first glance butâŠimma let you in on a lilâ secret, baby. Itâs all types of people who come here..looking for trouble and hell, Iâm not gonna lie to you. Iâm part of the reason. Thatâs why I tell you to keep your door locked. Your pretty ass answers for the wrong person and somebody is bound to try and take advantage. âDamn shame Iâd have to fuck someone up if something were to happen to you..â
plug!sukuna was sweet and endearing in his own right. But thatâs what drew you into him..he was the very antithesis to what you knew men to be. Brutally honest yet so empathetic to your feelings. Rough as hell around the edges but a total gentleman. He may have done horrible things but he was a good guy..the best damn one youâd ever met. Unbeknownst to him, youâd watch him from the window leaving out; others surrounding him in the parking lot in similar cars. Blacked out with tinted windows..doing sleight of hand to pass something to other tenants who youâd recognized. Only what you could assume to be drugs. A couple of the guys youâd recognized from church, talking to deacons and pastors..now itâd all made so much more sense. Even so, plug!sukuna kept you out of that part of his life as much as possible. Eventually, some months would pass and it was a secret to no one that youâd grown quite fond of him..damn near smitten even.
however, plug!sukuna was adamant on not taking it there with you! Heâd admitted himself that you were beautiful and in another life, any other circumstances..he wouldnât hesitate to make you his. The problem was, you were still too vulnerable and he was knee deep in a lifestyle he wanted you to steer clear from. You were healing from years of trauma and downright abuse..trying to navigate this world on your own. If he were any other scumbag, he could have easily sucked you into his world and had you out here doing his bidding.
â(Y/N) baby..do you know how many girls just like you..who leave bad situations and end up in worse ones because some nasty motherfucker saw how vulnerable they were and used that to their advantage? How many girls went from being in the church to being on their knees for some pimp? I care too much âbout you to let that happen. Iâm no good for you, I swear. Youâd only end up hurt because I canât give you all of me. Shit, I canât even promise Iâd make a good boyfriend. Iâm selfish as hell, Iâm always gone..Iâve slept with more women than I can remember. What could you possibly want with somebody like me, huh? What could I possibly do for you, (y/n)?â
but you saw right through plug!sukunaâs facade. He was gentle at heart..a romantic even. He wanted his person to spoil and adore just as much as you did. The streets were his only love for most of his life. Heâd seen many things but nothing quite like you..those round, doe eyes; so innocent and pure. Pouty lips, chubby cheeks and the soft, ringlet curls that surrounded that gorgeous face. That soft, plump body and those thighs that rubbed together when you walked away. He wanted to devour you whole sometimes..many nights had plug!sukuna lied in his bed next door, thinking of you being on top of him. Those perky breasts jiggling as he bounced you up and down on his cock. Those nails clawed at his chest as sweat poured down his skin. But those thoughts were far too lewd and disgusting for someone like you! He was ashamed of even having them. But he couldnât help himself..especially when that sweet, airy voice all but begged him to take you.
âBecause I love you, Ryo..I love everything about you. Even the bad shit. I donât care what you do because itâs not who you are..youâre the man that brings me food and coffee in the morning so I donât have to rush before work. Youâre the man who kisses my forehead when he leaves because you know, deep down..it could be the last time I see you. Youâre the man who calls me every time he hears a gunshot or sirens because he worries himself sick about me when Iâm not near him. You carry my laundry baskets and groceries, you clean my apartment while Iâm sleeping because Iâm too tired. And not once have you ever tried to touch me. You never made me repay you with sex or anything. You could easily hurt me and you canât even bring yourself to raise your voice, even when Iâm dead fucking wrong. No one has ever cared about me that much, boyfriend or otherwise and I donât give a damn if you sell drugs or blow up buildings. A man whoâd do all of that for me and never asks for anything in return is exactly who I want.â
plug!sukuna found himself dumbstruck for the first time in a long time..standing there with your small hand cradling his chiseled jaw, tears streaming down your face, heâd find that his own eyes were welling and burning. Heâd never heard anyone speak about him in such a way. âDamn, I guess you can read me like a book.â Hell, heâd never acted that way with anyone else either. Yet here he was, treating you like a princess. He couldnât pretend anymore..he had to be honest with you..and himself.
âIâI love you too, (y/n). So much..â
âThen make me yours. Right now..right here.â
âyou know once we do this, we canât go back..â
âPlease..leaving the past behind is kind of my thing.â
it didnât take long for your lips to meet in a fiery haze, tongues intertwined in a moment of heated bliss. Your hands roaming one anotherâs bodies as moans slipped through..your clothes all but becoming discarded heaps on the living room floor like a movie scene cliche. His lips traced from your neck to your collarbone; slightly dredging his teeth along the skin in the process.
âHere, baby..take my hand.â plug!sukuna, in one fell swoop hoisted you into his arms as if you weighed practically next to nothing. Continuing to feed you those slow kisses, heâd carry you to a nearby wall and part your thighs. With your legs resting on his shoulders, heâd mark every inch of you. From your sensitive nipples which he cradled in his mouth to that pudgy tummy he loved so much to that juicy center, which was practically leaking for him.
âThis all me? Just from some kissing?..â âThis is nothing. I touch myself every night thinking about you..you should see the mess I make then.â plug!sukuna could barely sate his urges now, hearing how nasty this supposedly innocent girl was for him! He wasted no time slithering his tongue into that aching cunt. Swirling it around on that throbbing clit, spitting into those pretty pink folds and those succulent brown lips encasing them. He feasted like a man unhinged; greedy and selfish as fuck, just like he claimed. Youâd grasp a hold of those dark reddish and black locks, grinding yourself into his face. Rubbing his nose in between your slit.
âMmmph! RyoâŠâ âYeah, fuck my face. Donât hold back now. You donât know how long Iâve been waiting to do this.â
plug!sukuna would eat your pussy until he heard you sobbing and felt that orgasm come barreling out. Your tight hole spasming on air as those juices trickled down his throat, chest and mouth. He couldnât help but to laugh as he watched you writhe in pleasure. Attempting to push him away as you rode out that orgasm.
âWhaâhow did you?ââ âWhat? I told you..Iâve had a lot of practice.â Choosing to omit the fact that heâd fantasized about you sitting on his face more times than he could count. Tossing you a wink and one final lick before carting you over to the sofa. Where he laid you down gently against the cushionsâŠpinning those legs back whilst hovering over you. The entire time, he couldnât take his gaze away from those gorgeous eyes..they glimmered so bright. Full of lust, adoration and excitement. No matter how much you smiled, he always sensed a certain emptiness behind them. A light stolen from you and now, he hoped to reignite it.
observing your movements, plug!sukuna began to chuckle when he saw you pawing at his crotch. So eager to unsheathe that hard on from his boxers. He could tell that the shy, bashful demeanor you presented was only a front. If given the opportunity, he could turn you into his personal slut with ease..but for now, he wanted to focus solely on making love to you. Giving you every part of him that heâd long to for months now. Youâd examine his chiseled torso, reaching up to caress his abs and trace your fingertips along his various tattoos. But you couldnât distract yourself from how large that bulge was..protruding and leaking with precumâŠ
âCan I?ââ Go ahead, baby..take it out.â And without hesitation, youâd tug that elastic waistband back and let it spring forth. He was so girthy and long. Clean shaven and although he was erect now, you could tell he was huge even when flaccid. Nonetheless, plug!sukuna grasped those thick thighs of yours and mounted in between them; gliding that aching tip along your folds. âNow you tell me if it hurts, okay baby? If I see you flinch or look uncomfortable, Iâm pulling the fuck out. We clear?â And you knew when he spoke, that was law. Nodding in agreement, youâd consent to his terms as you rubbed your folds, waiting for him.
âGood..and tap my arm if you canât talk. Iâm âbout to start moving. You ready?â with your permission, heâd glide in slowly and immediately, he thought heâd seen stars! Plug!sukuna, by his own volition, had been with countless girls. From strippers to models, but never had he felt pussy this tight! The warmth immediately cradling him and not letting go. Heâd suck his teeth before muttering a single âfuckâ under his breath. You were going to be some pressure, he was certain of it. But heâd continue on, gathering his footing and working that cock into your entrance. A single pop, along with wet, squishing sounds rang out across that living room as you lie underneath him.
âGoddamnâŠyour shit feels incredible, baby. I know you had some good pussy..I can tell just by looking at you.â Forcing a wide, toothy smile on your face. Youâd never heard him talk so vulgar but it was the side youâd brought out. He was officially obsessed!
âYeah? Well Iâve been wanting to give it to for so long..I never thought youâd fuck me..â
âI kept you waiting, huh? Iâm sorry..guess it just means we gotta make up for lost time then, huh?â
plug!sukuna was thrilled to know that heâd no longer have to hold back because you were on the same wavelength. Youâd have no issues matching his energy..so with that, heâd speed up those thrusts. Pounding you with gentle but well paced strokes. The sound of your thighs and skin slamming together, coupled with the sounds of both your moans, made for a beautiful chorus. Your hands around his neck, scratching at his back; legs around his waist and his muscular arms planted right at your sides. Drilling you just as youâd requested and there was no limits between the two of you.
âYes! Keep fucking meeee..oh my goodness. Iâm gonna come again!â
âYouâre so fucking cute..damn..â adoring how you sounded squealing and laughing as you met his thrusts. He couldnât believe how receptive you were and how it took no time at all for you to open up.
âAnd you look so pretty taking all this dick for daddy. I canât stop staring at you.â That deep voice showering you with praise as his thick cock thrashed around your insides. Even though you had always been a bigger girl, he made you feel so dainty and small..like a precious treasure he never wanted to lose. âYou deserve this, baby..to get fucked just like this. To be spoiled and get whatever you want. I can put you up..you ainât ever gotta worry about shit. Not a bill, not rent, your family..I got you, baby. I promise. I love you..â You believed every single word and clung to them with every fiber you had. Youâd never had anyone treat you with such grace and care before..and that wasnât the end. Heâd continue doting. Telling you how proud he was of you and how far you'd come. How he admired your strength to get out of your situationâŠhe was in awe. plug!sukuna would continue singing your praises until he looked up and spotted tears coming down your face. He was tempted to stop until you told him that you were just fine. He on the other hand..was struggling to maintain his stamina.
âNo no..please donât stop. You just make me feel so good. No one has ever fucked me like this.â
but that alone seemed to ignite a second wind and in a moment of haste, youâd find yourself flipped over into your stomach with his entire body weight shifted on top of you.
âYou mean that, baby?â Those outer fangs of his teeth glistening and mouth slicked with saliva as he began pounding you once more..hands pinned to your back and his frame covering your own. The plumpness of that ass ricocheting off of him as he penetrated those walls. Youâd come once again, dripping onto the leather couch and making that aforementioned mess heâd been dying to see. This time, his pace was rougher..less structured and sporadic. He couldnât help it..he was running on pure fumes, trying to give you the first time experience you deserved. Tugging your head back by those thick curls, plug!sukuna fed you the deeper strokes he could muster until those chocolate eyes rolled back.
âY-yes! This dick is amazing..â
âTell me who it belongs to. Whoâs this good pussy belong to now?â
âY-you, daddy. Itâs yours! Oh fuck..â
never having uttered such lewd words in your entire life, you reveled in the fact that he had been the one to bring this side out. And now, you were about to bring a side out of him. One far more vulnerable than the public witnessed..one that would beg you to let him come inside of you and cry out your name in sweet ecstasy as he did so. Youâd feel those warm seeds pouring into your womb as he came to a halt and you welcomed them. plug!sukuna didnât hesitate to swaddle you in his arms for kisses and comfort.
âI donât want this to end..tell me it doesnât have to, Ryo. Can we be this way forever?â
âWe can stay like this for as long as you want, baby. Iâm not going anywhere.â
and it was a promise he intended to keep. Not just as your neighbor or the guy next door looking over you. But now, as your lover and the man whoâd never leave your side.
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me and my husband
In which gwayne hightower is overprotective of his pregnant wife, and she begins to worry about the outcome of the birth
PAIRING: gwayne hightower x reader
WARNINGS: angst, anxiety, rough pregnancy, mentions of blood, arguing, fluff ending
WORD COUNT: 3.2k
đ¶ : me and my husband - mitski
AN: I read "chose me" by @entitled-fangirl and had to write something similar for gwayne!! this could also be read as part of the come back to me universe, but you do not have to read any other fic to understand the context!!
She watched from the dark hall, her heart fluttering as he leaned back in his chair, exposing his neck and upper chest. Pregnancy awoke a dangerous animal inside her, one that needed her husband near her at all times.Â
Instead, he sat in his office.Â
She could not blame him; it was hard work, taking care of Old Town in place of his uncleâs absence. Seeing as his cousin had died recently, Gwayne would stand to inherit the Hightower title, and he all but jumped at the chance to begin his training.
But as of late, it seemed as if she needed him more than he needed her. Mere thoughts seemed to drown out her happiness, every attempt to block them futile. The larger she grew, the closer she got to the inevitable. She cleared her throat, making herself known to her husband.Â
âGwayne?â He looked up, smiling brightly.Â
âMy love! You should be in bed.â He stood up, ushering her over to a cushion. She glared, letting him coddle her for now.
âI am not inept.âÂ
âI know, darling.â He knelt in front of her, kissing the back of her hand gently. âBut you also know that I cannot help but worry for you.â He caressed her stomach, whispering. âAnd how is our little one?âÂ
âYou have no need to worry, I assure you. The Maesters say the babe is perfectly healthy; there is no cause for concern.â
âAnd you?â He kissed her hand once more, his tone softer than before. âHow do you fare?â
She was taken aback by that question, avoiding a direct answer entirely. âDo not worry about me.âÂ
âThat is my job as your husband.â He walked back to his desk, putting out the flickering candle. âAnd Maesters are not always correct.âÂ
âThat is a rather skeptical view.â She grabbed the chair's armrests and pushed herself up. Gwayne glared.Â
âPlease ask for my aid next time you plan on standing.âÂ
âShall I ask you to help me relieve myself as well?â She glared back. âI love you; you know that I do. But I am not a frail piece of straw. I will not break from a gust of wind.â
âYou are carrying the future heir to the Hightower name, my dear.âÂ
Terms like that make her uneasy. That is all she heard all day. âFuture heir,â âHightower name,â âa boy.â All phrases she had heard over a hundred times. She just wanted a moment of peace where she was not reminded how little she mattered in this situation. A tight smile graced her lips, and all humor once held in her tone vanished. âAs I am ceaselessly reminded.âÂ
He grabbed her hand, walking slowly out of the office. âAll I ask is that you take care. If not for me, then for the sake of our child.âÂ
âI am careful.â She glared. âYou know this. Itâs not as if I go looking for things to hurt the babe. Do not treat me like a child to be watched over.âÂ
He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand. âI do not mean to upset you-âÂ
âWell, you have.â She scoffed. âYou have somehow managed to insult my care for your future line and my child in one blow. It is astonishing, truly. I applaud you.âÂ
âYou know that was not my intention.â He shut their bedroom door, removing his shirt. Y/N tried to keep herself from blushing at the sight, but when he looked like that, it was hard to do. He knelt in front of her, holding both of her hands in his. âI am sorry.âÂ
She hummed, walking away and sitting in front of her vanity. âYes, well, I suppose I forgive you.âÂ
He grinned. âI am glad of it.âÂ
The woods were peaceful, a nice retreat from the bustling of Old Town. Her velvet green dress dragged behind her as she strolled along the frequently traveled path. She hummed, closing her eyes and listening to the sound of the trees swaying.
There was a lake nearby that she desperately wanted to swim in and stare up into the sky of blue. Pushing the tall grass out of her way, the clearing stretched out before her, the lake at the center. She grinned, running down the hill with a newfound joy.
âY/N? Where are you?âÂ
Her smile fell, remembering the whole reason she had even been âallowedâ to go on this excursion. Heâd only let her go if he came along. She sighed, turning around and walking back up the hill. âComing, my love.âÂ
The auburn-haired man smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. âWhere did you run off to?âÂ
âThe clearing.â She traced shapes on his chest. âI was thinking, perhaps you could join me for a swim. It is the perfect day for it.âÂ
âI woul-âÂ
âMy lord.â Their guardâs voice echoed through the forest. Y/N groaned, falling against her husbandâs chest. Gwayne kissed the top of her head, smiling sympathetically. âAnother time, I swear to you.â She sighed, nodding. A finger hooked under her chin, his eyes serious. âYou look far too melancholy, my love.âÂ
âWell, perhaps if-âÂ
âMy lord, Iâm sorry, but it is most urgent.âÂ
Gwayne sighed, intertwining his hand with hers. âWhat is it?â
The Maesterâs Wing was dim, with just a few candles keeping light. Gwayne had been summoned to settle a squabble between the townfolk, leaving Y/N to visit the old man herself. She tapped her foot against the stone floor, waiting for the Maester to ask her the questions she dreaded.
But those questions never came.Â
âMy lady.âÂ
Y/N smiled, nodding. âMaester Jon, it is wonderful to see you.â She held her stomach. âTell me, any developments my husband or I should be aware of?âÂ
âUnfortunately, yes, my lady.â He sat down. âIt seems, from what we can tell so far, that the birth may result in a breach pregnancy.â Y/Nâs blood ran cold, and she felt her breath catch. âA breach pregnancy may result in a choice needing to be made.â He leaned forward, a sympathetic look on his face. âDo you understand what this means, my lady?âÂ
She nodded, standing up quickly. âI do. Thank you, Maester Jon. I shall relay the news to my lord husband.â
She gave one last glance at the dark corner before practically running out of the wing. She burst through the hall doors, dinner in full swing. There sat Gwayne, eyes drooping, visibly exhausted from his duties.Â
Who was she to worry him anymore?
Y/N sat beside her husband, kissing his cheek. âHow was your day, my love?âÂ
âInfinitely better, now that you are here.â He smiled. âHow was the visit?âÂ
She took a large sip of her wine. âWell. All is well.â She grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. âI love you.âÂ
He grinned, squeezing back. âI love you much more, my dear.âÂ
If he chose the babe, she knew she would surely die from heartbreak before she bled out. She laughed, her eyes watering ever so slightly. âI do not think that is possible.âÂ
Since learning of the news, sheâd been restless, barely sleeping and often waking before the sun. Its bright rays peeked through the curtains, hitting her skin. The warmth soothed her for a moment, but it was just that, a moment.Â
The babe kicked harshly, a quiet groan leaving her lips. She stared at the ceiling, thinking that in just a few short weeks, sheâd be giving birth in this very bed, staring at the very same ceiling.Â
It had always been described to her as horrible and painful beyond recognition. And now that she was carrying an heir, which could possibly be breach, she almost wished she could go back to when they first met and stop herself. When she didnât have to worry about what she did or where she went, she could just be free.Â
He would be pressured into choosing the child over her; she knew this. Sometimes, when the need for an heir was strong, women had been carelessly cut open, being left for dead. It had been done many times, most notably in her lifetime, by King Viserys. Rhaenyra had told her of his actions: how heâd carelessly cut Aemma open, and her mother bled out on the bed without ever getting to hold her babe.Â
She looked over at her husband, fast asleep and dead to the world. His hair covered his eyes; his face was shoved into the pillow haphazardly. She giggled; heâd always slept like there was no tomorrow; it was heartwarming, to say the least. She leaned over, pushing the hair out of his face, kissing his forehead gently.Â
 Rolling to her side, she quietly stood, careful not to wake him. Pulling on her deep green robe, she made her way to the dining hall, eager to eat something of actual sustenance.Â
After learning of the news, she'd picked at her dinner, telling Gwayne it was because the babe made her nauseous.Â
In a way, it had.Â
The smell of bacon and eggs flooded her senses, and she rounded the corner, the doors of the hall wide open. Greeting the occasional servant that passed by, she sat down, piling food onto her plate.Â
âMy lord.â
Her attention was drawn to the threshold of the hall, smiling for a moment at the sight of her husband.
He looked angry, stalking toward her, not even acknowledging the man who had greeted him. Odd, he normally slept as long as he could before starting his day. She smiled brightly. âGood morning, my love.âÂ
He raised his eyebrows. âIs it a good morning?âÂ
âQuite.â She tilted her head. âWhy? Is something amiss?âÂ
He nodded, crossing his arms. âI awoke, and my wife was gone. Imagine my surprise.âÂ
She felt horrible leaving him, she could admit. And fighting would only give him more cause to choose the babe over her. âI am sorry if I scared you.âÂ
âYou should be. And another-â He stopped, shock adorning his features. âYou are sorry?âÂ
âI should have woken you. It was my mistake.â She pat the chair next to her. âPlease, join me.âÂ
âIâm afraid I cannot. I have to meet with the steward this morning.âÂ
Her heart clenched. âI can join you if youâd like-âÂ
âIt is not necessary. I will only bore you.âÂ
She murmured, reaching out to grab his hand. âYou have never bored me.âÂ
âYou are kind, but Iâm sorry, I cannot be distracted.â He grabbed a plate, placing a biscuit and two pieces of bacon haphazardly.
She scoffed, glaring at her lord husband. âI did not realize I was such a distraction."
"Y/N...."
"Perhaps I should stay in my chambers for the remainder of my pregnancy. To keep you from further distraction.â
âThat is not what I meant, and you know it.âÂ
She stood, her eyes cold. âI know nothing of the sort.â She looked over his shoulder, beckoning over a servant. âPlease move my things into the adjoining room. I will be sleeping there-âÂ
Gwayne sat his plate down, looking at the servant. âDo not move her things.â Â
âMy lady?â The young girl looked frightened, scared of the argument she was caught in the middle of.Â
Y/N sighed, dismissing the girl. âIt is alright.â She walked away, yelling back at her husband. âI shall do it myself.âÂ
âY/N!â Gwayne yelled, dropping his plate and running after her. âCome back here at once.âÂ
She ignored him, walking faster. The stairs proved to be a challenge, holding the railing tight. Gwayne placed a hand on her back. âLet me-âÂ
She flinched, pushing him back. âDonât.âÂ
He mumbled. âYou may hate me all you want after this.âÂ
âAfter what-â He hooked his arm under her legs, carrying her up the stairs. âGwayne Hightower! You let me down right now!âÂ
The top of the stairs was a relief; she practically leaped out of his arms. She walked into their joint chambers, filling her trunk with things she would need. Gwayne sighed, watching from the doorway. âWill you please just-âÂ
âI will leave you to your devices, my lord. I hope your meetings prove well spent.â Dragging the trunk through the door, she slammed it in his face.Â
That had been three days ago. Other than the meals they shared or meetings both were forced to attend, she had steered clear of her husband. For the better part of the day, he would be in a meeting with the patrons of Old Town, or so sheâd heard. Y/N took that as an opportunity, rushing out of the castleâs gates. Squealing, she cut through the tall grass once more, racing down the hill towards the lake. She threw her dress off, her petticoat barely revealing her modesty. Not that anyone would see, this part of the wood was only known by the family.Â
The water did wonders for her nerves, cooling her skin. Her hair stretched out past her waist, flowing like the tall grass that surrounded this oasis. She floated for what seemed like hours; the babe had not stirred once. She hummed, caressing her bump gently. âIt is quite peaceful here, is it not?âÂ
A kick.Â
Y/N grinned, her eyes tearing up. âPlease, try your best to make this an easy birth. It would break my heart not to meet you. If that is the case, donât worry. Your fatherâs a good man; heâll raise you well.âÂ
No kick.Â
She laughed. âDo not ignore your mother. Itâs quite disrespectful.âÂ
A kick.Â
âI miss him too, my love.âÂ
A voice broke through the silence. âMiss who exactly?âÂ
Y/N jumped, standing in the water. âMy lord, I did not expect you-âÂ
âI was in a meeting when a guard informed me you were running out of the castle gates.â His face looked conflicted, but she didnât want to address the fact that he most likely heard that whole âconversation,â so she remained silent. âIs there something you wish to tell me?âÂ
So he had heard.
She smiled, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. âI do not know what you are referring to, my lord.âÂ
âStop.â Gwayne sighed. âYou havenât called me that since before we were engaged, and I do not wish for you to start again.â He stepped forward, extending his hand. âPlease come out of the lake.âÂ
She walked past his hand to her dress, every attempt to retrieve it proving futile. âHere.â Gwayne knelt down, picking it up off the stump. âWhat would you have done if I hadnât been here?âÂ
âI would have figured it out, thank you very much.â She glared, pulling the frock over her head. âDo you not have another meeting to attend, my lord?âÂ
âI canceled them.â He laughed, stepping forward. âAfter I heard my wife was running away from our home, I thought it best to tend to the matter myself.âÂ
âHow wise of you.â Y/N crossed her arms.Â
âShall we go to bed?âÂ
âI am not tired.â She walked up the hill, leaving him behind. âHave a restful night, my lord.âÂ
She slammed her bedroom door shut, leaning against it. She was tired; she hated to admit it. But she wouldnât have told him that. She walked over to the window, placing the bouquet she picked on the mantle. A reminder of the freedom she once had. A reminder of life before she faced death itself.Â
A knock rang out. âMay I come in?âÂ
She tensed. âIf you must.â She faced the window, too scared to face him. If she looked at him, truly looked at him, his eyes bearing into hers, she knew she would begin crying. âTo what do I owe the pleasure of your company?âÂ
âI have to ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly.â
She nodded, walking away from the window and placing her robe in her wardrobe. âAsk it then.âÂ
âDo you still love me?â
Her heart stopped. âI-âÂ
Gwayne stepped forward, wrapping a singular arm around her waist. He drew her in, his scent engulfing her senses. She fought herself not to fall for his spell, but as he leaned his head down, and his breath hitting her neck, she knew she would not last. âIf you do not, speak it plainly because I- I cannot go on like this any longer.âÂ
She turned around in his arms, placing her hands on his chest. âI do not believe I could ever stop loving you. Trust me when I say this.â She smiled. âIâm afraid itâs terminal.âÂ
âAh.â He let out a sigh of relief. âThen what is it that troubles you so?âÂ
âI do not know what you-âÂ
âI beg you, do not finish that sentence.â He tilted her chin up, worry in his eyes. âWhat ales you, my love?âÂ
âI am simply nervous.â She could not be in his arms any longer. The more she lingered in his embrace, the more compelled she would feel to tell him. âIt is nothing, I swear to you.â
He raised his eyebrows, pulling her hands from his chest and kissing them gently. âPlease do not lie to me.â
âThat night I visited the Maester, he told me something.â He nodded. âHe said with the way the pregnancy is progressing, it is possible that the babe will be born breach.â Her voice grew quieter the longer she spoke.Â
âThatâs not all, is it?âÂ
She pushed out of his hold, walking to the other side of the room. âIâm so sorry, Gwayne. Truly, I am. Please forgive me-â a sob wrecked her body. âBut I want to live. Please.âÂ
Gwayne shook his head. Where was this coming from? âWhatever are you talking about?âÂ
âI know I have been acting radical as of late, and I apologize, I just thought-â She hiccuped. âI thought it would make your choice easier.âÂ
âWhat choice, darling?âÂ
She whispered. âBetween me and the babe.âÂ
âWhy would I-â It dawned on him. Had she really been dealing with this all by herself? âOh, my sweet girl. Why did you not tell me?âÂ
âI didnât want to stress you any further.â She hugged herself. âPlease, Gwayne. I swear I will give you another heir if this pregnancy-â She shivered. âJust donât cut me. I beg you.âÂ
He dropped down in front of her, grabbing her hands in his. âListen to me well. I could sire a hundred children, but you. You are one of a kind, and I will always choose you.â He kissed the back of her hands once more. âIrreplaceable. You must know this.âÂ
âNo one is truly irreplaceable, Gwayne.âÂ
He stood, his eyes dark. âDo not say such things again. Swear it to me.âÂ
âI-âÂ
âSwear it, Y/N.âÂ
âI swear.â She whispered, cheeks red. âI swear to you.âÂ
He nodded, smiling lightly. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
âFor coddling you.â He stepped closer, caressing her bump. âI am scared as well. My own mother had many a difficult pregnancy, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.âÂ
âI am sorry as well.â She placed a hand on his cheek. âI should have come to you with my worries. I did not want to burden you. And I will make sure you have your heir. I promise you that.âÂ
âI do not care if the Hightower name crumbles away into nothingness. As long as you are content, I will be as well.â He leaned down, their foreheads touching. âThere would be no point to this without you. I fear I could not do this if you were not by my side.âÂ
âYou have been doing perfectly fine as of late.â She frowned. "I truly am sorry.âÂ
âNo more of that.â He whispered, staring at her lips. âMay we please go to bed?âÂ
She nodded, knowing if she tried to speak that words would fail her. She lay on the bed beside him, tracing his freckles. âSleep, my love.â He wrapped an arm around her waist. âI will be here when you wake, I promise.âÂ
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i get off - e.m.
perv eddie munson x perv fem reader
you donât know that i know, you watch me every nightâŠ
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), eddie is lil peeping tom but reader loves it, they both steal each otherâs shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mean!dom eddie, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, squirting, they both are nasty freaks
a/n: this is another edit and repost from my old account. itâs one of my favorite fics so i had to move it over here. enjoy freaks xx. đ
based on i get off by halestorm
word count: 3.8k
youâre sprawled out on your bed, fingers running through your drenched folds. clad in only an oversized iron maiden t-shirt and a pair of knee high socks, youâre everything heâs ever wanted. plucked directly out of one of his dirtiest fantasies.
you can feel his eyes on you, you always do.
not that he realizes that.
and while youâve lived barely ten feet apart for your entire lives, eddie has never had the courage to make a move.
so he settles for thisâ watching you through his bedroom window.
fantasizing that the delicate fingers now dipping inside you were his. and the fist currently wrapped around his thick cock was smaller, softer. yours.
the first time he witnessed you like this it was a complete accident.
you had been pent up all day, and didnât think to shut your bedroom curtains before slipping your hand inside your panties. the bedside lamp bathing your room in a muted yellow hue. eddie had been working on a new song, guitar perched on his lap.
he was frustrated with trying to string together this new melody, glancing up in utter annoyance. that is until his gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes widened and his cock stirred in his jeans.
you looked beautiful, you always did. however this was the most vulnerable state you could be in, and the fact that he got to witness itâ made you all the more enchanting to him.
heâd be embarrassed to admit that watching you touch yourself made him cum in his jeans, completely untouched. and that first time you were none the wiser, not noticing the dark eyes that were trailing your figure. but once eddie had gotten a taste he couldnât get enough.
eagerly waiting by his bedroom window to enjoy his new favorite nightly program⊠you.
you werenât sure exactly how long heâd been doing it for, but the night you caught him in the act, it awoke something within you. while eddie made sure to keep his bedroom light off, the moonlight was not on his side that night.
it had filled his room in a soft white glow, highlighting his pale skin. his naked form perched on the edge of his unmade bed, stroking his shaft in tandem with each thrust of your fingers.
his moans are what gave him away, as your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. but heâd gotten a little too carried away, thinking about how pretty your pussy would look stuffed full with his cock.
the thin walls of the trailer doing nothing to conceal his sounds. when your eyes finally opened, you were met with the most glorious sight youâve ever seen.
eddie fucking himself into his fist, his head tilted back as he spilled all over his ringed fingers. the image alone had your eyes rolling back, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. one of the most intense youâve ever had, and from that night on you always kept your curtains open.
desperately chasing that euphoric feeling again.
while you didnât always see him, you knew he was there. the feeling of his greedy eyes on you was enough to have you cumming harder than you ever have in your entire life. your whimpers were muffled but still rang through his ears as heâd make a mess all over his hand and chest.
different images of youâ on your knees, on top of him, taking you from behind, or his favorite with his head buried between your thighs.
it was slowly driving him crazy, and he couldnât seem to get enough of you. he needed more. he quickly found himself staring out his window any chance he could. gazing longingly as you floated around your bedroom.
he watched you change, get ready for the day, study with your college textbooks. your pencil resting in between your teeth. eddie knew it was wrong, that if you ever found out you would be revolted.
if he only knew it was the exact opposite, and how you couldnât finish without feeling his eyes on you. but you also needed more, desperate to feel his weight on top of you. his mouth trailing over your skin, his cock stretching you out perfectly.
so you became bolder, going as far as to leave your bedroom window open. letting your moans drift through the night air, teasing him further.
and when you noticed some of your panties had gone missing it only heightened your desire for him. knowing he was in your room, touching your things⊠holding your panties up to his nose as he came all over himself.
grunts of your name escaped his pouted lips, and his left yours as you drenched your fingers. but it wasnât enough.
you needed him.
fueled by your insatiable lust you found yourself gazing at him more and more. as he sat on his messy floor, playing guitar or working on a dnd campaign. focusing intently on his fingers, and imagining just how good they would feel inside you.
but your favorite was when he was fresh out of the shower. his dark curls were drenched, water dripping down his inked chest. the patch of hair that disappeared beneath his towel drove you absolutely mad.
so you took a play out of his own book, sneaking into his room while he was working at bennyâs. or coming home late from a gig at the hideout, surrounding yourself in everything that was so distinctly eddie.
eddie honestly wasnât concerned when a few of his shirts had gone missing. or a pair of his cum stained boxers, a guitar pick⊠as he lost things all the time. he simply chalked it up to his forgetful nature, either he misplaced them or lent them to someone.
that is until tonight, as he peered through your window for what felt like the millionth time. his heart was in his throat as he instantly recognized the iron maiden shirt adorning your frame as his.
the realization dawns on him that you knew exactly what heâd been doing this whole time⊠and instead of being disgusted or upset, you liked it. enough so that you began doing the same thing to him.
that epiphany made any reservations or fears he still had fade into nothingness. the male decided that he couldnât sit back and only watch you anymore.
he had to have you.
the brunette rose to his feet, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his long legs before slipping out of his bedroom window. quickly dropping onto the ground as he walks the short distance to your adjoined trailer.
his large hands grip the bottom of the window sill, pushing it open the rest of the way before heâs hoisting himself through it. a small gasp leaves you as he tumbles inside and onto your bedroom floor.
eddie is quick to get up onto back on his feet, as you eagerly eye the obvious tent in his gray sweats. he licks his plump lips as he practically sizes you up. he stalks forward like a predator, slowly crawling onto your bed and between your spread legs.
the male grabs your wrist, coaxing your fingers out of your drenched cunt. raising them up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips with a deep groan. âsuch a dirty little girl, arenât you?â
for once youâre speechless, his actions jumbling your already fuzzy thoughts. you never imagined heâd actually come through your window, like youâd been dreaming about for weeks.
âspeak for yourself, munsonâŠâ your confidence suddenly comes rushing back, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. feeling your wetness pooling onto the bed sheets as he swirls his tongue around them.
âguess weâre both a little dirty, huh baby?â eddie chuckles as he removes your fingers from his mouth, now leaning over you.
letting yourself fall back against the pillow, his face mere inches from yours. this is the closest youâve ever gotten to him, now noticing the light freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose. the dimple that indents his cheek as he smirks down at you, little things that you found utterly endearing.
his hands begin drifting down your sides, his smirk only widening as you shudder beneath him. âis that what does it for ya? you like being watched, sweetness?â he grips the fabric of his shirt, starting to push it up your torso.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. âi get off on youâŠâ you slowly trail your lips up his throat, sucking harsh bruises onto his pale skin. the male letting out a husky moan as you nip at his ear, âgetting off on me.â
eddie curses under his breath before heâs pinning you down against the mattress, his lips crashing against yours. your fingers tangle in his wild curls, kissing him back just as forcefully. all the pent up sexual tension and desire now spills from both of you, as his hips rut into yours. you can feel his hard length pressing onto your thigh, causing you to moan into his mouth.
your impatience seems to get the better of you as you grip onto one of his wrists, guiding his large hand in between your thighs. a not so subtle way of telling him exactly what you wanted, the male nips at your lower lip before heâs leaning back onto his knees.
he spreads your thighs even wider, as his dark eyes zero in on the mess between them. his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your sticky nectar on the digits. swirling them around your swollen clit before moving lower.
the metalhead teases you as he circles the tip of his middle finger on your entrance. barely pushing it inside you before removing it, a wet squelch filling the room. âoh listen to her purr for me, baby⊠you want my fingers inside you?â
you nod frantically, lifting your hips up in an effort to get him closer to where you needed him. but he pulls them away immediately, causing you to whine from the loss. eddie grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he meets your hooded gaze. âi asked you a question, sweet cheeks.â
he watches as your eyes glaze over more, the dominance he was exuding turning your brain to mush. âand i expect an answer, or is that pretty little head of yours too fucked out for me?â his tone is condescending, borderline rude but it only seems to fuel the fire in between your legs.
you let out a soft whimper, the male letting go of your cheeks to trail his sticky fingers down your jaw.
âneed your fingers, eddieâŠâ the male chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. hovering his face over yours, his thumb stroking the column of your throat.
âneed them where, hm?â
youâre quickly becoming impatient, and he can tell from how your lips jut out into a pout. thighs closing in around his own, in an attempt to feel some kind of friction.
âcome on now⊠donât ya wanna be a good girl for me?â he can see the effect those words have on you, your pupils dilating and your breath hitching in your throat.
âput them inside me.â
while your tone is meant to be demanding, it comes out as more of a plea than anything else. your heart is racing in anticipation as his fingers trail down your stomach. cupping your cunt in the palm of his hand, âand what do good girls say?â
you now realize your mistake, the male raising a brow as he awaits your answer. âplease touch me.â eddie is quick to reward you, plunging two fingers into your awaiting heat.
âsee? now youâre learning,â another string of curses leaves his mouth as your walls tighten around his fingers and a high pitched moan falls from yours.
âshit sweetheart, youâre so fucking tight.â he curls the digits up, watching in awe as your back arches off the mattress.
âfuck i need to taste you,â he mumbles more to himself as he lays between your thighs. his tongue darting out, encircling your clit with an urgency youâve never experienced with anyone else before.
the noises youâre making are music to his ears, and while heâs heard them beforeâ youâve never sounded quite so needy. pride blossoms in his chest knowing it was because of him, you needed him. he was making you feel this good.
your thighs begin to tremble as he increases the pressure of his tongue, pumping his fingers faster.
âm-more need more.â while eddie wanted to reprimand you for not using your manners, heâs been waiting to have you like this for far too long.
but heâd make sure you didnât forget next time⊠if there was a next time. he hoped there would be.
he slips a third finger inside you, the long, thick digits reaching places you never realized existed until now.
and now that you knew what they felt like, your own would never suffice again.
âaww pretty thing, you gonna cum?â he chuckles mockingly as the sound vibrates against your core.
the feeling only aiding in bringing your release that much closer, as your eyes flutter shut. a harsh slap on your thigh has them flying back open, your eyes meeting his as he looks up at you from his position between them.
âeyes on me,â his tone is stern, commanding as his tongue returns to assaulting your swollen bud.
as you start to grind your hips up against his mouth, it pushes his fingers even deeper inside you. hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out a broken, âoh god, please.â
eddie hums against you, increasing the speed of his fingers. âi prefer master⊠but god has a nice ring to it.â if you werenât on the brink of an orgasm you might have found that funny, not registering his soft laughter as he sucks harshly on your clit.
the sensation is what finally sends you over the edge, your thighs squeezing around his head and trapping him there.
not that he would ever dare complain.
once you settle back into the mattress is when he pulls away, crawling back up your body towards you. your excitement covers his chin in a light sheen, now tasting yourself as he kisses you with a bruising force.
you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his legs. feeling his cock rubbing against the bare skin of your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel it hard and heavy on your tongue.
âwanna taste you too, eds,â you whine as he trails his lips across your jaw, sucking onto your skin. as much as he would love to have you gagging on his cock, his impatience had reached its peak.
ânext time, sweetness⊠need to be inside you.â
you clench around nothing at the thought of him filling you up. the promise of a next time making your heart flutter beneath your ribs.
eddie unwillingly untangles himself from you, now standing at the edge of the bed to remove his sweats. his cock stands at full attention as you sit up, eagerly crawling towards him. your mouth waters at the sight, finally able to admire him how youâve been dying to for the last few weeks.
you wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as you lick up the pre-cum that was smeared across his pink tip. the male grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, tugging you off his dick as a small whimper leaves you.
âhands and kneesâ now.â he nearly growls at you, releasing you as you continue to look up at him in a daze.
âdonât make me repeat myself, baby.â
and as much as you would love to test how far you could push his buttons, that would be saved for a later date. so you do as youâre told, crawling away from him now on your hands and knees.
feeling his eyes trailing over the plush skin of your ass, âtake a picture, munson, itâll last longer.â
what you donât expect is to hear the snap of your polaroid camera, whipping your head around to see the shit eating grin he was sporting. setting the camera and picture down on your dresser once more, âjust following orders, sweet cheeks.â he chuckles, crawling onto the bed behind you.
eddie lands a firm smack on your ass, his chest now draped across your back. his hot breath fanning over your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, âface the mirror, you arenât gonna wanna miss this, baby.â
your thighs clench together, now turning to face the full length mirror that stood across from your bed.
you glance at yourself briefly before your eyes trail upwards, now meeting his in the reflection. a cocky grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his hands now roaming the full expanse of your ass.
feeling the tip of his cock brush against your core, pushing your hips back so you could feel more. eddieâs calloused hands grip you tightly, stopping any further movement on your part.
âdonât be fucking greedy, youâll take what i give you.â
you squeak out a small apology, keeping your eyes focused on him as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. gasping once he slowly pushed himself into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan tumbling from his lips.
his eyes squeeze shut as he bottoms out, his balls flush against the curve of your ass. you feel incredibly full, the stretch so divine it makes your head spin.
âeddie, please.â you mewl, watching as his brown eyes meet yours.
desperate for him to do somethingâ anything.
eddieâs rings dig into your hips, his eyes glancing down to watch as he slides his cock back out. groaning as youâve already coated his length in your arousal, a sight heâd only ever seen in his dreams.
âgonna give you everything,â he grunts before slamming himself back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as you fall forward onto the mattress.
you grip the edge of it for support as he continues to rock his hips into yours, this new angle allowing him to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. keeping your eyes locked on the mirror, the image of him behind youâ thrusting into you will be seared in your memory forever.
the black ink swirling on his skin, the light sheen of sweat on his chest. the veins in his forearms that are much more noticeable as he grips you tighter. he looks more like a greek god than anyone had a right to.
your jaw is slack, mouth hanging open as you continue to watch him. the little âuh uh uhsâ that leave your lips mix with the sound of your skin slapping together. now filling the quiet space of your bedroom.
âtaking me so wellâ this pussy was made for me.â
eddie moans, completely distracted by the way your pussy flutters around him. the creamy ring thatâs formed around the base of his cock expanding with each thrust of his hips.
âlook at me,â you whine, that signature smirk returning to his features as he meets your eyes in the mirror once more.
âaww poor little, baby,â he coos, slipping his hand between your thighs and landing a harsh slap on your already sensitive bud. âalways need my eyes on you⊠donât you?â
a string of curses slips past your lips as you nod your head. âneed it,â you whimper as his calloused fingertips circle over your clit. âneed you.â
your words seem to have quite the effect on him, a low growl leaving him as he fucks into you even harder.
âwhat do you need me to do, pretty girl? tell me.â it takes you a minute before you can answer him, the male having fucked any coherent thoughts from your head.
ân-need it inside.â is the best you can manage, but eddie understands all too well.
itâs what he had hoped you would say, âyeah, you want me to fuck you so full? ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else?â your eyes roll back in your head, as the male wraps his other hand around your throat.
he handles you like a rag doll as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his sweaty chest. the action forces his cock even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix. his hand that was wrapped around your throat is now cradling your jaw, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.
your half lidded eyes watch as he leans forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, âthis pussy is mine now, got that, sweetness?â
itâs suddenly all too much, the rubber band in your middle finally snaps as your body trembles in his embrace. cries of his name and âyours yours yoursâ tumbling from your mouth.
the brunette watches in amazement as you drench his thighs, your bed sheetsâ the pressure almost forcing him out completely.
the metalhead curses as he continues to bounce you on his cock, the wet squelching of your pussy finally sending him over the edge. grunting as he pumps you full of his cum, your body falling limp against his chest.
youâre both panting as you come down from your highs. his touch on your hips is much more gentle than before as he coaxes you onto your back.
you hum contently, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion hits you. eddie cradles your face in his palms, pressing soft kisses to each of your eyelids before his touch suddenly disappears.
your eyes fly open in alarm, reaching out for him as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, âdonât worry⊠you arenât rid of me just yet.â
eddie chuckles as he spreads your thighs apart, his dark eyes watching intently as his cum drips out of you. pooling onto the bed beneath you, making an even bigger mess of your sheets.
his head dips lower, inhaling as he gathers the mixture of both your arousal onto his awaiting tongue. moaning before diving in deeper, âshit, we taste good together.â
âtoo much,â you whimper, wiggling your hips away from his eager mouth due to the oversensitivity.
eddie presses a kiss to each of your thighs before he joins you once more, collapsing next to you with a boyish grin on his face. you reach out to trace the stubble along his jaw, your fingertips brushing over his plump lips.
you feel him release a shaky breath against your fingertips, the look heâs giving you makes your stomach do a little flip.
âso⊠is it too late to ask you out on a date?â
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MOMMY KNOWS BEST âŁïž
Chapter 20
            Brian awoke with a sopping wet diaper. He started to cry wanting out of the crib. He soon heard the door open as both women walked in. He immediately noticed that both of them were wearing nightgowns. Why would Samantha be wearing one of mommyâs nightgowns? But he was more concerned about his soggy diaper. âOh mommy is here,â Rebecca cooed. âLetâs get you changed out of that icky diaper.â
            He laid on the changing table sucking his thumb while she cleaned him up. She decided to leave him in just his diaper for the afternoon. âMe no nakey,â he exclaimed indignantly.
            âBabies donât mind at all. Besides, that way mommy can tell when you need changing. Now letâs go snuggle. Mommy and Auntie need to talk to you about something.â
            The three walked out into the living room. They sat down on the couch and Rebecca sat him on her lap. âMommy thinks you can be a big boy for a few minutes.â Brian felt his grown-up mind in control again. âFirst off, I want you to know that mommy loves you with all of her heart. I am so happy to be your mommy. Mommy would never leave you. Mommy knows that you love being a baby. But,â she paused. Brian felt apprehensive.
            âBut mommy knows that its hard for you to be a big boy now. I need you to know that you cannot be both my baby and my husband. That isnât fair to mommy.â
            Brian grew upset and tears began to flow. He got off of her lap and cried out, âIâm not a baby, Iâm not a baby. I can go back to being your husband. We can forget all of this and go back to how it was. Please!â
            âBrian, please donât be like this. Iâm not mad or angry at you, but I think you know deep down that you donât want to go back to being a big boy. You are happier as mommyâs baby. Brian this isnât up to you anymore.
            Brian sobbed, âPlease let me try being a big boy.â He dropped to his knees begging for her to hear his plea. He felt his bladder release and he peed his diaper.
            âBrian, look at me. What did you just do in your diaper? Big boys donât pee themselves. You arenât a big boy. I want you to repeat after me. I am just a baby.â she instructed. He looked down at his swollen diaper. She was absolutely right and he was always going to be her baby. âIâm a baby,â he repeated over and over again.
            Something clicked in his brain and he knew exactly who and what he was. He was a baby and she was his mommy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and decided to show her just how much of a baby he was. With a grunt, he filled the back of his diaper, âMe went poopy mommy.â
            âMommy is so proud of you,â Rebecca said. âThere is one more thing you need to know. Auntie Samantha is going to move in with us and help take care of you. I want you to also start calling her mommy.â
            Brian was shocked, but knew his old life was over. This was his new world. His only response was that he wanted to nurse. Rebecca placed him laid him on her lap and he started to suckle. He tasted a few drops of milk. As he quietly nursed, Rebecca knew that he would never again object to being a baby again. Maybe it was the effects of the file she had played or maybe his deep-seated desires had completely taken over. Whatever the case, his transformation was complete.
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The End
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The Road Not Taken (Looks Real Good Now)
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Youâre home, back in Minnesota for the holidays, and you're really missing Paige's smile.
Paige Bueckers x Reader
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Word Count: 1.7k
Themes: Pining, falling in love with you childhood best friend
A/N: well I was listening to Tis The Damn Season in the shower and daydreaming so thatâs how we got here. I really like this, and I hope you do too :)
Please enjoy
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âNostalgia is a mind fuck.â
That was the first thought in your head as you awoke in your childhood bedroom, peeking through the sparkly purple curtains that adorned your window.Â
The backyard was blanketed in a soft, thick sheet of snow, illuminated by the golden sun of the late morning.Â
You had traded the bustling streets of Los Angeles for the sleepy, quiet suburbs of Minnesota, and for a moment, you almost forget the real reason you decided to come home for Thanksgiving this year.Â
It wasnât for your momâs famous pumpkin pie. And it certainly wasnât to explain to your nosy family members why you were in your mid-twenties and still single.Â
It was all because of Paige and her ridiculous ability to pull you away from every rational thought in your brain. It was almost laughable.Â
Paige Bueckers was your childhood best friend. But there was always an underlying pull that you felt towards her, like your soul physically ached to be close to hers.Â
You think back to the moment you knew it was more than just a friendship, the sudden realization slamming into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving your head spinning.Â
You never told her.Â
Your head was still spinning.Â
It spun throughout college, as you followed her to UConn like a pathetic puppy. It spun as you watched the plane leave as it took her to Dallas when she first got drafted. And when you moved away from home to try and forget about the love in your heart, the desire to be close to her grew, rendering you forlorn.
You could feel the ache now, mixing with a drafty air floating in from the window. You shiver, pulling your blankets in closer around you, cocooning yourself in a protective layer.
You glance around your old bedroom. The holidays always bring back the harsher memories of your childhood. But you were a grown woman now, thank you very much, so youâd push down those old feelings of worthlessness and insecurity.
You were going to see Paige today. And maybe, for just this weekend, everything would be okay again.Â
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âSweetheart, please tell me youâve finally found a nice, young man to settle down with,â your grandma croons from across the dinner table just as you put another forkful of mashed potatoes into your mouth.Â
A strangled sort of groan escapes your full mouth, her words not necessarily shocking you. You get this question every single year.Â
You swallow, sipping your wine, desperate for the alcohol to sink in and take the edge off. âNo, grandma. Still single,â you reply politely. She tuts and shakes her head with disapproval.
âWell thereâs this nice boy I can set you up with. He goes to my church, and heâs just lovely,â she simpers, drawling on about how he was so proper and wears a cross across his chest.Â
âPaige goes to church,â you think bitterly, trying not to roll your eyes.
You look despairingly around the table, glaring at the smirks that adorned the faces of your cousins who were obviously glad they were not the brunt of the family matriarchsâ matchmaking.Â
âOh thatâs okay, but thank you. Hey! Did Aaron tell you about his new girlfriend?â You exclaim, as your grandmaâs attention turns toward your older cousin, finally leaving you in the clear.Â
You take a deep breath, taking another, longer drink of your wine as your watch buzzes against your wrist.Â
Your eyes slyly glance down, not wanting to be accused of being rude at the dinner table, and your heart jumps dangerously in your chest as you see who is messaging you.Â
âI love my family but, god, theyâre too much. Pick you up at 8? Iâm using my dadâs truck.â Paige had texted.
âAmen. If my grandma tries to set me up again, I might just light myself on fire. See you then.âÂ
The words were so simple. But there was so much more that was unspoken. And later as you finish your pie, you canât help but think that maybe those unspoken words would finally be coming to head tonight.Â
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You stare at yourself in the mirror for the third time in five minutes, pushing your bottom lip out in a subtle pout before glancing at your phone again.Â
You hadnât seen Paige since she was in L.A playing against the Sparks this past summer, and the idea of being wrapped in her arms again, listening to the familiar sound of her heartbeat was becoming just a little overwhelming for you.Â
You think back to the way you had cried the whole way home from the arena, wanting to beg her to take you with her. You had never felt so alone after that day, the realization settling in your chest with a thick, harsh finality that it was definitely more than just a tiny crush.Â
You had spent years pushing your feelings down. You had become accustomed to seeking bittersweet releases in strange beds in last-minute efforts to momentarily forget the image of bright blue eyes that plagued your sleep. Â
Your friends thought it was great, encouraging your forced promiscuity because theyâd simply never understand. Because they werenât Paige.Â
You look back at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Blinking harshly, you look out your window, headlights illuminate your dark driveway, and your phone buzzes a moment later.Â
You take a deep breath, standing up on shaky legs that carry you down and outside to meet Paige.Â
The air was freezing, sucking out all of the warmth from your body. You shiver, wrapping your sweatshirt closer to you, watching as your breath escapes into the cold air in small clouds.Â
You open the door to the truck, quickly hopping in and rubbing your hands together. âFuck I forgot how cold it gets here,â you whine, noticing how the heated seat was already flipped on the passenger side for you.Â
Paige chuckles, looking you up and down. âI missed you, too,â she teases, pulling you in for a hug.Â
It was slightly awkward, the console pressing into your ribcage unpleasantly, but you sink into her arms, her warmth and her familiar scent putting you more at peace than you have felt in months.Â
You finally pull away, your gaze locking with hers before letting it momentarily drift down to her lips and back up. She licks them as she notices you staring, forcing your eyes to quickly shift back up to hers.
âI did miss you,â you murmur, your words soft and vulnerable.Â
âCourse you did,â Paige laughs, throwing the truck into reverse and pulling out of your driveway. You ignore how your stomach flips as she puts her hand on the back of your seat and looks behind her as she reverses. Her hand moves across the spinning wheel with precision.Â
âI miss having you drive me everywhere,â you confess wistfully, thinking back to high school and even college. She had gotten her license a month before you, but once you had yours, you rarely drove. You had always preferred her to drive you around.Â
âYou always were such a passenger princess.âÂ
The name slips off the edge of her tongue so casually, but behind your cool exterior, you were spiraling.Â
She pulls into the parking lot of the high school and parks the truck, unbuckling and turning her body to face yours.Â
Her hair is down, flowing over her shoulders like a soft, golden curtain, and the parking lot lights shine across her pale skin, almost making her glow. Â
âHowâs L.A?â
You shrug. âIt's been fine. The weather is nice, and Iâve met some nice people the past few months. But it gets lonely.âÂ
âThatâs how I feel about Dallas. But thereâs talk about me getting traded,â she says looking down at her hands.Â
âTraded? To where?âÂ
âThe Sparks.âÂ
Your breath catches, and your eyes widen. Her face has a giant smirk that sends your heart throbbing with a rushing urgency.Â
âYouâre fucking joking,â you whisper. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
âNah. Iâm trying not to get my hopes up but I wonât know for sure until next month probably.âÂ
Your mind is flooded with images of the two of you living together in the city, but you blink them away, keeping your hopes small and quiet.Â
âThatâd be cool.âÂ
The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds before busting out in loud laughter.Â
âYou and Cameron Brink together would, like, change lives,â you giggle.Â
âYouâre just sayinâ that because you think sheâs hot,â Paige says, rolling her eyes.Â
âShe is,â you shrug. You werenât going to admit to Paige that you thought she was in fact hotter than Cam. That was a conversation for another time.Â
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Time flies in the small space in the front seat of the truck, and youâre shocked to look over and see the clock reading 11 pm. You stifle a yawn, despite sleeping in this morning. The warmth from the car mixing with the peace that Paige brought was enough to lull you into a blissful sleepiness.Â
âYou wanna sleep at mine? For old time sake?â Paige asks, voice husky and raw.Â
You look back over to her, trying to memorize the slope of her nose and the curve of her mouth. She was utter perfection, always had been and always would be. And with the distance, you were afraid you were going to forget her features.
The space created between the two of you had stretched to unbearable lengths since you had both graduated college. And now, sitting here, you didnât think you had it in you to walk away this weekend.Â
So as you mumble a quick word of agreement and as Paige pulls out of the familiar parking lot, your stomach ties itself into knots.Â
Because the road not taken was starting to look real good now.Â
And you werenât sure if youâd ever be able to stop.
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The snow falls, we fall apart.
summary: when heartbreak looms on your life, and winter becomes a time you loathe, hyunjin helps you rewrite your memories with the season, and with it, everything you once believed about love.
genre: producer student!hyunjin x reader. roommates!au. friends to lovers. acute descriptions of heartbreak and general sadness. slow burn. hurt/comfort. healing and hopeless romantic hyune. very inspired by long for you so lots of pining and yearning. (wc: 13k)
warnings: mentions of alcohol. it is implied that reader was in an a very toxic relationship but no details are shared.
a.n: happy birthday to my hyunjin, my muse, my light. thank you for being so full of love that it made me love love again in return. this is i think my most personal piece, and i hope it reminds those who need it that love should be soft and kind, that it shouldnât hurt, that it should heal not break. i love you guys and i love you my xi, writing this collab with you has been a true honor <3 also!! please listen to long for you while reading :,)
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Youâve only ever felt utter despair twice in your life.
First, when you were seven years old, playing hide and seek with your cousins at your grandmaâs house. It was a warm summer afternoon, the air sweetened by pastries you devoured hours ago. You decided to hide in a wooden cabinet up in the attic, only to end up stuck there. The walls felt like they were closing in on you, the oxygen seeping away from the cracks underneath the door, leaving you deprived of air, of life.
Second, at twelve, when you've come to discover sorrow's new facet, clad in grief's heavy cloak. Your parents adopted a hamster for your birthday, but they did not know he had a terminal disease. You were distraught, to say the least, when you awoke to its still form, death claiming a frail heart unaware of its imminent fate.
And now, third, many many moons later, you are knocking on Hyunjinâs door a few minutes after midnight. It is cold out, tears tracing rivulets on your cheeks, your fingers tinted pink from roaming outside in the harsh winds, your heart much heavier than when you were a child. More grief-stricken, at your own hands, this time.
A disheveled Hyunjin opens the door, his blonde ash hair tousled and sticking upwards, a clear indication of the many times he had run his hands through it in fits of frustration. His gray hoodie zipped up hastily, revealing the silver cross necklace he was wearing, nestling perfectly against his honeyed skin.
You've always had an aversion to seeking comfort, saw it as revealing your deepest vulnerabilities to a world that isn't always kind. It was easier, much simpler to do so when you were a clueless childâ when you sank in your cousin Lia's hold as she attempted to steady your breathing, when your mother cradled you in her lap after Pinky died.
It is much harder now, much more embarrassing because Hyunjin has never seen you this sad, never glimpsed your shadows that now swarm his doorstep, unannounced.
âWhat's wrong?â he quickly asks, eyes darting over your figure in a rapid search for visible wounds. He wouldnât find any. All your injuries stem from withinâ blood doesnât have to be spilled for your heart to weep.
You had rehearsed a lie as you walked up to his doorstep. You would say that your car broke down near his place and ask if you could stay over for the night. He would insist he could drive you to your place and youâd refuse, saying that it was too late and you did not wish to bother him. Youâd sleep on the couch and slip away in the early hours of the morning.
Yet, it is the genuine worry etched in his eyes that dismantles the fortress you've hidden in, melts the lie in your throat, morphing it into a steel lump coiling in your throat. He looks concerned when all youâve had directed towards you recently was anger. And you missed someone looking at you in care, not reproach.
âI didnât know where else to go.â You admit, your voice shattered, fragments of your vocal cords scattered out in the wind like a broken mosaic, the sound of it scraping against your ears.
Blow one hurt. It felt like your body turned against you as it deprived you of oxygen. The sobs that escaped you once you perceived the light pained you, perhaps more than being confined in the darkness.
Blow two was even worse, it was your first time experiencing grief. It was too hard of a concept for your innocent heart to grasp, too complicated for you to find solace in anything as adults do.
You promised yourself that youâd reserve blow three for monumental agoniesâ big pains and big sorrows only. Thatâs how you managed to keep all your tears at bay for most of your life. Would they be worth losing your third sob for? No, you've always found the answer to be.
And in all the twisted scenarios youâve conjured up in your mind, deaths and illnesses and the haunting tale of failure, you did not imagine that it would happen on Hwang Hyunjinâs doorstep. That youâd burst into sobs at the compassionate look in his gaze, and the sad smile he sent your way. As if he knew, as everyone did around you. That you had handed a knife to a serial killer and it was only a matter of time before he stabbed you in the heart.
Two weeks ago.
âIâm trying to understand you but you arenât helping me,â Seungmin is frustrated as he paces relentlessly before you from left to right like a swinging pendulum. You sit on the couch, beholding only his shoes, avoiding his gaze that would reflect the truth you dare not confront.
âHeâs sucking the life out of you, canât you see that?â
You can, out of everyone that surrounds you, you can see it the most. You feel as if you are carrying a skin that isnât your own, weighed down by a relationship that has taken everything from you. But admitting it is admitting that you were wrong, in trusting him, in loving him. You couldnât bear it.
âWe are fine!â you shout back, the defiance in your voice surprises even you. This is a familiar script with Seungmin, a recurring conversation spurred by your puffy eyes and diminishing appetite. He tells you, begs you to leave, but where could you go? How could you leave a home where you've shed all your treasured belongings at the doorâ your skin, your bones, your very self.
What place would welcome you now that you're stripped bare of your soul?
âWhen was the last time he made you smile, huh? All he does is hurt you, and you...â he chuckles incredulously, running his hand through his hair. âYou are letting him.â
Deny, deny, deny.
âThis isnât true. He loves me,â the words taste foreign in your mouth like rusty metal dragging across your lips. A small voice whispers that love shouldn't feel like this, but you quiet it down.
âAre you hearing yourself? Yn, IâŠâ he kneels before you, his hands resting comfortingly on your knees. This is Seungmin, your best friend of five years. You know he has your best interests at heart, you are even more sure of it when his voice softens, shakes slightly when he utters your name. âYn, please. Iâm trying to help you. Please.â
âI didnât ask for your help,â you push away his hands, standing up. âI donât want your help, and I donât need it.â
You quickly leave Seungminâs dorm, your heart heavier than when you entered it, foolishly hoping that he'd ignore your distressed state after yet another fight with your boyfriend. But Seungmin doesn't understand, no one around you doesâ youâve gambled your heart, and you cannot stop drawing the cards, even in the face of losing strikes.
â â â
Hyunjin offers you a cup of tea with a gentle smile and you grab the steaming drink from his hands. The smell of chamomile wraps around your senses, and your brain fizzles out for a second before the soothing aroma. But it is a fleeting respite, the tempest of your thoughts crashes back onto you with an unsettling force, causing you to almost drop the drink as your hands shake. You place it down the table without taking a sip.
âIâm sorry for coming unannounced,â you apologize, wincing at the intrusion, âI hope I didnât wake you up.â
âI always sleep late. Donât worry about it,â he smiles, but you know it isnât a genuine grin, because his eyes betray an unsubdued concern, refusing to morph into their usual moon crescents.
Youâve always thought that Hyunjin wears his emotions openlyïżœïżœïżœ when he laughed, he did so loudly, his boisterous giggles traveling around Seungminâs dorm. When he hurt himself, everyone in the vicinity would know so from his loud yelps. And when something worried him, he would bite his lip, toying with the plush flesh to ease his nerves.
As he is doing now. Looking at you.
âWe broke up,â you quickly say, and your words hang over you like a gloomy cloud. âBut I donât want to talk about it.â
âDo you want me to fight him? Iâll bring changbin too,â he suggests a serious tone underlying his playful offer, and it manages to tear a reluctant giggle out of you.
âChangbin doesnât know me well enough to fight for me,â you counteract and he shakes his head. âHeâll fight for me, I'm his princess.â
âAre you now?â The giggle escapes your mouth less forcefully, and the smile that graces Hyunjinâs face is a genuine one.
âI am. My proposal stands,â he extends his hand and you wrap your fingers around his palm. âThank you, Iâll keep it in mind,â you smile but he frowns, flipping your hand around in his hold.
âYou are freezing,â he whispers, using his other palm to rub warmth into yours.
âItâs fine,â you lie, slipping your hand out of his grasp, not feeling deserving of his kindness.
Wordlessly, Hyunjin stands, walking into what you assume is his bedroom. You only know of his place because you dropped off Seungmin here some time ago. You are too exhausted to even drink in the interior.
âHere,â he returns, handing you a navy hoodie of his and black joggers. âThis will keep you warm at night.â
âThank you,â you whisper, hesitating for a few seconds before speaking again. âCan you please not tell Seungmin, I... I can't face him right now.â
âOf course. Iâll be awake still if you do need something.â
Hyunjinâs clothing is warm, although peeling away your own garments felt like shedding layers of your skin, as if the fabric melted into your very flesh, just like memories from the day did. You have never felt this worthless before, discarded like a forgotten leaf on the roadside, one he stepped on for his own enjoyment, leaving you crushed in his wake, unable to fly away again.
Hyunjinâs rose perfume wraps around you, and you find relief in sleeping somewhere where your, his, scent was no longer around. You foolishly hope that if you close your eyes hard enough, youâll manage to convince yourself that youâre someone else, tonight. Someone who isnât tethered to the heartache, someone who can slip away from the clutches of a love that hurts more than hate could ever manage to do.
â â â
Heartbreak isnât beautiful, no matter how eloquently you try to dress it in the syllables of poetry, no words can soften the burn in your lungs, the searing ache that courses through your very core, reminding you that deep within, down to the fundamentals of your being and the most basic alchemy that ties your atoms togetherâ you are unlovable. Whether you cut your hair or allow it to grow, change your heart, or leave it as it has always been, you will remain so.
You donât remember much of the past week, blurry fragments here and there that float in your mind like a distorted water reflection. There is little room for memories when you are busy trying to remember how to breatheâ one inhale in, one exhale out. The simple concept seems harder when there are unkind hands permanently lodged into your heart, squeezing it tight.
What you do remember is telling Seungmin through text the next day, because you couldnât bear the way his eyes would soften if you spoke to him in person. No signs of surprise cast on his figure, because he knew that it was long coming, a train with one final inevitable destinationâ you in shambles, him okay.
You remember Seungmin cradling you in his arms when he came to see you, and you trying desperately to keep the tears at bayâ too focused on pinching your arm to let Seungminâs warmth radiate through your being, Hyunjin lingering uncomfortably by the entrance of his living room.
You remember begging Seungmin to grab your belongings from the apartment you shared with your ex because you were unable to face him, him, and everything that your old place spelled out for you. Stand in the ruins of what you once thought would be your permanent home.
And now, you watch as Seungmin and Hyunjin bring suitcases full of your stuff into the latterâs place. And you feel like an outsider in your own body, standing at the corner of the room gazing at utter destruction, unable to stop it, unable to mend it. Seungmin quickly reassures you that you could crash in his and Minhoâs place until you find a new one to live in, already taking out his laptop to search for new apartments for you.
But you did not care for it, your eyes zeroed in on the satin shirt peeking out of your suitcase. The one he bought you on your first month anniversary. Back when love felt like a gentle feather running down your spine, and not a dull knife slicing away at your skin.
âThis place's expensive too,â Seungmin sighs, rubbing his temple warily. Your logical best friend could not fix your heartbreak but he took it to heart to alleviate your other troubles. You would thank him for it, later, when your tongue finds enough will to move.
âWhat if you move in with me?â Hyunjin suddenly says and his words filtrate through the fog in your mind easily, as if he rehearsed them enough times so theyâd roll out smoothly out of his mouth. âI mean, Felix is away for the next year since he went back to Australia. And I was looking for a new roommate anyway.â He shrugs and Seungmin turns to look at you, his eyes convey the question his mouth doesnât articulateâ is it okay with you?
âI donâtâŠâ your voice is croaked, so you clear your throat. âI donât want you to do things out of pity.â
âIâm not. If I was, I would've told you to move in with me for free. I still need you to pay rent,â he raises his eyebrows, a playful tease and you smile in relief, nodding, âOkay, I will. thank you.â
Heartbreak is ugly and all-encompassing, weaving through the roots of your heart and infecting each organ with its insidious touch. It renders you immobile, incapable of performing the simplest tasks, burdened by a weight unseen by the world. But you try your best, your very best to contain it.
You smile at the cashier as she hands back your money only to wonder if her soft, well-manicured hands would too crush a soul without remorse. You go to all your classes without fail but your mind is elsewhere, contemplating why the sun filtering through the windows no longer warms your skin. Can nerve endings perish when subjected to too much pain? What's left of life when you can no longer feel the caress of the sun?
You watch a movie at Seungmin's dorm but your mind is elsewhere, fleeting to this morning and how you refused to stay in the shower for more than three minutes because your thoughts might become haunting ghosts tempting you to follow them. You brush your hair and spray your perfume, only because you have to, because you live with Hyunjin and you wouldnât want your sadness to taint him too. You wonder how long youâll have to bear it. You wonder if itâll ever leave you or if the veins in your heart have molded themselves after the pain and they wouldnât know how to accept happiness anymore.
You greet Hyunjin as he walks past you, shaking your head when he asks you if you want to eat dinner with him, quickly retracting back into your room. You have ten unread messages and a pile of growing laundry you need to do, but all you can muster is to gaze at the empty walls, mirroring the void within you. Your mom told you to call her again and you donât know how youâll speak to her without bursting into a sob, how youâll tell her that all it took was one person to break you. Or maybe it was two people, your hands and his tearing apart your flesh and bones. Maybe thatâs the worst part about it. So you donât call her.
And you only ever emerge from your room when you need to, just like now because your water bottle is finished and you need to refill it. You go to open the kitchen door when you hear Hyunjinâs muted shatter, Felixâs distinctive deep voice coming out of the phone speaker.
âNext you add the melted butter and stir it,â Felix instructs, the sounds of pots and utensils clinking in the background. You fidget slightly, mustering the strength to paint a fake smile on your lips.
âWhat next?â
âSift the dry ingredients then add them to your wet mixture,â Felix explains, met with a few seconds of silence. You can almost visualize Hyunjin's perplexed expression, blinking rapidly in confusion.
âExplain it to me like Iâm five years old,â he requests, prompting a small smile to etch itself onto your face.
âHow are you surviving without me?â
âIâm not please come home,â Hyunjin sounds horrified as Felixâs rich chuckles fill the air. âWhy do you suddenly want to make brownies anyway?â he then asks.
You go to open the door when Hyunjinâs response catches you off guard.
âTheyâre for Yn.â
Hyunjin's words resonate in the air, causing a hitch in your throat and Felixâs teasing whistles simultaneously, but Hyunjin is quick to stop him. âNo, no, no, itâs not like that. Theyâre just a bit down and I remember them loving your brownies. SoâŠâ
It takes you a fleeting moment to dig the memory out of your mind, a year ago, right before your ex came to pick you up from Seungminâs dorm. You had a bite of Felixâs brownies, a surprised gasp escaping your lips at its delicious taste, back when food had taste and happiness came easily to you. It was an insignificant memory, you did not imagine Hyunjin, out of everyone, would remember it.
But he did, and heâs now pacing before your closed door, contemplating how heâll convince you to finally eat something with him. He throws a thumbs-up in the air for no one but himself, inhaling deeply before knocking on your door.
âHey,â he greets with a hopeful smile, his gaze meeting your tired form. He hesitates for a second, clearing his throat. âBrownies?â You remain unmoving and he falters, âHm? Please?â
âSure,â you nod and a wave of relief floods through Hyunjin as you step out of your room. His joy is short-lived when he takes the brownies out of the oven, only to find them thoroughly burnt.
His mouth hangs agape, and he walks back shamefully to the oven, lowering its door only to scream inside of it.
âThis will be more therapeutic,â you say, pointing nonchalantly to the fridge and he agrees, opening its doors and yelling once again in the much larger space.
Your melodic laughter fills the kitchen, Hyunjinâs embarrassment is suddenly a forgotten memory.
âIâm craving kimbap. Should we get it instead?â you propose, a touch shyly and he quickly agrees, afraid youâd change your mind and walk back to your room where he can no longer ensure you are okay.
Hyunjin absentmindedly dances along to the music blasting through the convenience store when a girl sidles up to his side, a saccharine grin on her lips as she looks up at him, âhi,â she greets and his tentative smile mirrors hers. âHey.â
âAre you single?â she asks, her gaze briefly fleeting to the window. âI think you are really cute.â
âIâmâŠâ he glances at you but you're suddenly engrossed in the ingredients of the tuna kimbap you are holding, pretending not to listen. âI am but Iâm not interested, thank you.â
âOh, come on,â she places a hand on his arm and he physically recoils. âGive me your insta and we could talk.â
âNo,â he repeats, grabbing her hand to remove it when a loud voice startles him. âBaby, whatâs taking you soâ What are you doing?â Hyunjin watches in horror as the girlâs eyes grow wide, before she scrambles to the manâs side, feigning fear.
âHe kept hitting on me when I said I had a boyfriend, baby.â
âWhat?â both you and Hyunjin gasped in comical unison. He would find it amusing if not for the escalating anger radiating from the man, who looks like he spends all his days in the gym. Hyunjin suddenly regrets not working out with Changbin.
The man strides towards Hyunjin. âDo you want to die?â
âNo? thereâs a misunderstanding,â he replies, swiftly standing before you and shielding you with his arm. âYour⊠baby,â he wiggles his finger in front of the man's face, âshe was the one hitting on me!â
The man scoffs loudly, his face growing redder from the anger seething in him. âSo you hit on my girlfriend and then accuse her of cheating?â His fist rises threateningly, prompting Hyunjin to step back, accidentally bumping into your chest.
âWait, wait, wait! Letâs go talk outside, man to man,â Hyunjin pauses, his voice taking on a taunting edge, âunless you're too scared?â he smirks as he feels you pull at his shirt, whispering an incredulous- âWhat are you doing?â He shakes his head, grabbing your hand and leading you outside, throwing a sly wink at the man behind you now.
âAre you seriously going to fight him?â you ask, your gaze shifting towards the deranged couple who are about to step out of the grocery store. âNo, of course not. I'm a lover, not a fighter.â
âYou said you'd fight my ex,â you point out and his eyes soften surprisingly.
âYou are an exception.â He looks back at the man, who's now walking towards you both. âBut anyways, do you know how to run?â he asks and you frown, âwho doesnât know how toââ you pause as realization dawns on you. âNo," you whisper furiously.
âYes.â
âNo,â you shake your head, horrified and he nods, eyes apologetic.
âYes.â His fingers entwine with yours, he squeezes your hand once before he takes off running.
âHwang fucking Hyunjin!â you shout and he looks back at you, a mischievous smile on his face. âIâm sorry Yn my face is too pretty to be beaten up.â
âHeâs following us!â you yell, looking back horrified as the, even angrier, man runs after you.
âWell, run faster!â
âIâm wearing fucking slippers!â you curse and he giggles, tipping his head back, the wind slamming into you both, his hand never letting go of your own.
âOh my god why is he still running!â you groan and Hyunjin picks up speed, moving you even closer to his sprinting figure
âI know, is it ever that serious?â he yells above his shoulder and you dig your nails into his palm.
âShut up, this wouldnât have happened if you werenât so gorgeous.â
âSo, you think Iâm pretty too?â Hyunjin grins proudly and an incredulous laugh escapes your lips.
âReally? Is this what youâre getting out of this situation?â
âSilver linings, Yn, silver linings,â he shouts as you round a small alley, finally stopping to catch your breath. You both fall to the ground, heavy breaths escaping your chests.
âHoly shit, Iâm not athletic at all,â he heaves, his eyes meeting yours. He expects to find anger lingering in your gaze but all he can grasp is your amused smile before you collapse into a fit of laughter, clapping loudly and clutching your stomach with your hand.
âOh my god, Iâm crying,â you laugh harder, wiping away at the tears falling from your eyes. Hyunjinâs weariness disappears in the blink of an eyeâ he did not realize how much he missed your smile until he glimpsed it again. And it is beautiful. Happiness looks beautiful on you.
âIdiot,â you hit his shoulder playfully, and his response is delayed for a few seconds, the warmth from your smile rendering him immobile.
âIâm sorry,â he chuckles, pulling you up. âHere, Iâll carry you home,â he squats slightly before you. âHow impolite of me. How dare I make your majesty run.â
You shake your head, amused, before climbing atop his back, his warm palms holding your thighs securely. âOnly because the slippers hurt my feet.â
You walk in silence for a while, your arms wound up around Hyunjinâs neck, the ghost of a smile still lingering on both your faces.
âThey said it will snow tomorrow,â Hyunjin speaks suddenly and you stay silent for so long he starts to wonder if you even heard him.
âMm? Thatâs nice,â your tone is melancholic, and he pauses at the peculiar sadness in itâ as though you were trying to act nonchalant about something that has once meant the world to you.
âDonât you like the snow?â he asks and your hold on his neck falters.
âI loved it. Loved ice skating and building snowmen.â Your voice is light and airy, like Hyunjinâs favorite mint chocolate ice cream. âBut now it reminds me of bad times, bad memories.â
âI understand.â
Hyunjin knows what it feels like to relinquish parts of yourself you never wished to part from. For someone to grab your happiest places and to cast a gloomy filter atop them. Sometimes it is the loss of a season that hurts more than the departure of a person.
And Hyunjin loves winter.
Heâll do everything so that youâll come to love it again too.
â â â
Is it a nightmare if the person in it is one you once loved, looked forward to beholding with your gaze, hoping theyâd never slip out of your reach? You donât know, but you are growing tired of having the same dreams every night. Of waking up with an exhaustion that goes beyond your restless sleep but pleads from your soul to rest after almost a year of torment.
You sigh wearily, rubbing a hand through your face before walking to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. You find Hyunjin there, eating a cupcake while standing shirtless, scrolling through his phone. You blink at the sight.
âHey,â you clear your throat and he startles, dropping the cupcake on the ground. He goes to pick it up only to bang his head on the table, a loud yelp escaping his lips. You barely contain your giggles as you walk to his side, rubbing your palm soothingly on his head. âI'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you.â
âAt least pretend you are sorry,â he mumbles, pointing to your amused smile and you chuckle, taking his hand and helping him to his feet.
âWhat are you doing up now?â he asks as he grabs some napkins to clean up the pink frosting smeared across the floor.
You hesitate for a few seconds before whispering, âJust nightmares. And you?â you quickly add, not keen on pushing the subject any further.
âI'm working on a song,â he explains, as his gaze lingers on your sunken eyes, weighed down by dark circles from too many sleepless nights.
âAnd the cupcake?â
âSome people need caffeine to function. I need flour.â
âI literally see you drink three americanos per day.â
âOkay well maybe I need both,â he admits sheepishly and you grin, drumming your fingers along the countertop.
âCan I sit with you while you work?â you ask quickly, before the words linger enough in your mouth that you no longer wish to spit them out.
The smile that Hyunjin sends you is kind, pushing the shadows of your nightmares just slightly out of reach.
âOf course, yeah you can. Donât even need to ask.â
Hyunjin walks first into his bedroom, quickly slipping on a hoodie while you take in the interior. It is a quite simple roomâ a large bed with gray covers, and a desk filled with what you assume to be his producing equipment sits adjacent. But what catches your attention is the dried rose hung delicately on the wall, and the array of paintings surrounding it. You edge closer to it, drawn to the well-crafted paintingsâ a sun-drenched beach, a couple lost in an embrace so intimate their forms can no longer be separated, and an elderly pair riding a motorcycle, their love radiating vibrantly as if enclosed in eternal youth.
âYou paint?â you ask, turning around to find Hyunjin watching you. He steps closer, enveloping you once more in the fragrance of his rose perfume.
âIn my free time.â
âYou are amazing, Hyunjin,â you compliment sincerely, your gaze fixed on that imagery of the old couple, one that most likely grew together. It tugs at your heartstrings, stirs a painful longing within you, a memory of a time when you too believed youâd find such boundless love.
âThank you,â he murmurs, before brushing his fingertips gently against your forearm, for a fleeting second. âAre you okay?â he asks, a tenderness youâve been aching for latched into his question. Your eyes refuse to peel away from the paintings and the love spilling from each paint brush stroke, a love that refuses to rest on your being as if you were harboring an armor that repels it.
âNo,â you reply sincerely, turning to face him. âItâs really hard,â you say with a smile, hoping that the mechanical display of happiness would keep your tears at bay, tricking your brain into believing you're not as sad as you feel.
It fails to do so, and the tears well in your eyes like a gathering storm. Frustration twists your features as you shut your eyes, tilting your head upward in a desperate attempt to contain the flood. It pauses as Hyunjin cradles the back of your head, drawing you close to the warmth of his neck. His palm glides soothingly along your spine, before patting your back ever so gently.
Your back stiffens, hands curling into tight fists, breath catching in your throat. You've grown accustomed to pushing away comfort, putting up tall barriers to shield yourself. But tonight, Hyunjin seems to break through your defenses.
Tonight, you soften, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, head nestling deeper against his tender skin.
âIt wasnât your fault,â he whispers and another sob wracks through you, but he only holds you tighter. âItâll get better soon.â
âI loved him,â you hiccup, your voice breaks, âa lot.â
âI know, thatâs why it hurts.â His voice is gentle, and yet his hold on you feels secure as if you could stumble and fall, and he would be there to catch you
âI want it to stop hurting.â
âIt will, with time.â
Your next words are tinged with a childlike vulnerability, reminiscent of blow one, then two. But you do not care for it, in that instant, you crave the reassurance, you need someone to plant a seed of hope in your soul because your hands are too frail to dig for it.
âDo you promise me?â
His response doesnât come hastily, carelessly thrown into the air like idle chatters. He takes his time, considering it with the gravity of an oath.
âI promise you.â He finally says, each syllable infused with sincerity. A brief pause hangs in the air before he adds. âAnd if it doesnât then you can hit me.â
âOn your pretty face?â you ask, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.
âOn my pretty face,â he confirms with a chuckle.
âWhat an honor,â you roll your eyes playfully as you lean back and he grins, tenderly wiping away your tears with the back of his fingers.
âI can't believe it took three minutes for you to cry in my room. This isnât good for my reputation.â
âGood thing this will never leave this bedroom, right?â you point a finger at him threateningly, and he pretends to zip his lips, tossing away the imaginary key. âYou got it.â
âSo what are you working on?â you ask as you settle on the edge of his bed, knees drawn up to your chest.
âItâs a pretty sad song, wanna hear?â he offers, sitting across from you on his chair.
âYeah, I'd love to,â you smile, and Hyunjin deftly adjusts a few buttons, before his melancholic whistles weave through the air, coupled with the somber melody of a piano. Your breath catches in your throat, the music reaching into the very depths of your soul. It's as if the notes are calling out for a loved one, for a time that has long passed, for a past that will never come back no matter how much we long for it.
The instrumental continues, each piano note and each violin string echo like a bittersweet lament, springing tears to your eyes. But the melody remains beautiful, akin to the beauty always found in the sadnessâ in the tears that cascade down your cheeks like glistening crystals, in the tremble of your hands akin to branches swaying in the wind, in the rise and fall of your chest with each breath, mirroring the ebb and flow of the waves.
Hyunjin watches you intently as the music envelops you both, his gaze softening with each passing moment. You bring a hand to your chest, almost unconsciously, too engrossed in the melody to even blink. He feels a blush sprout on his cheeks as your teary eyes hold his with the last fading guitar strings.
âYou keep on making me cry,â you whisper, your voice choked with emotion, and he grins, tilting his head shyly against his shoulder.
âYou like it?â he asks, a tad eager and you nod, not bothering to wipe the lone tears that are falling down your cheeks.
âI think this is what my loneliness sounds like,â you confess softly.
âAs do mine.â
A silent beat runs between you both, it isnât uncomfortable, but safe. Because you understand him, just as he understands you.
âSometimes I long for things that have passed," he admits, âalthough I know I can't get them anymore.â
âThe most terrible thing you can long for is yourself.â
âBecause no oneâs to blame for that loss but you?â he muses and you nod, a sad smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, exactly.â
You bite your lip, casting a glance back at the paintings adorning the wall. âI don't love him anymore,â you begin quietly. âI stopped a long time ago because there was no room for love anymore to grow amid weeds and thorns.â
He remains silent, sensing that this is a weight you need to unburden yourself from.
âBut in the midst of it I think I stopped loving myself too,â you whisper, a confession too terrible to be uttered out loud. âThat's what I long for. The things I used to love that I'm indifferent to now.â
âLike youâre a stranger before everything once familiar to you.â
âYeah, you express it prettily,â you remark with a small smile.
âIt's my job,â he grins lightly.
âI think when your heart is pure,â he begins after a while, pausing to carefully choose the words that will soothe your burn, help sleep come more easily to you. âYou give love to others more readily than you do to yourself. And it takes time, patience, to redirect that love back to your own heart once again. But it's not a mistake to love, you shouldnât hate yourself for it. Nor should you blame your past self for loving the wrong person because they did not know what you now do.â
âThink of it as a caterpillar in their cocoon,â he continues gently, âwhen they finally emerge from their chrysalis, they might long for who they were, where they once were because it is the only place they've ever known. But they do not realize that they've transformed into a beautiful butterfly, that they can now fly, and witness much more than their chrysalis. So maybe, your new self will love the same things as before, or maybe youâll find new, better things to love that you would have not known before. But in either way, your heart is beautiful. That is what matters, no?â
A small pout draws on your lips, your eyebrows scrunched as you gaze at him.
âYou have a very tender soul, Hyunjin.â
Your words linger in Hyunjin's mind long after the sunrise, as you lay peacefully asleep on his bed. The melody of the instrumental he produced continues to play faintly in the background, serving as a gentle lullaby that eases you into slumber, entwined in his sheets, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself, one hand cradling your shoulders and the other resting gently on your stomach. The image sears into his eyes as he sketches the outlines of a figure holding itself absentmindedly, long into the night.
Hyunjin has had his fair share of compliments, mostly pertaining to his face, and others to his craft. but it is you who seems to have sensed that a part of his soul resided in his art, that he left pieces of his heart hidden in the notes he composes and the lyrics he writes, hoping theyâll find soft hands that will take care of them, just like your own.
Five days later.
hyunjin [11:34 p.m.]: are you home?
yn [11:34 p.m.]: yeahh, do you need anything?
hyunjin [11:35 p.m.]: come downstairs, im waiting for youu
if you say no iâll freeze to death..
hurry i canât feel my fingers anymore (please please) ă
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âThis better be a life and death situation Hwang Hyunjin,â you say threateningly as soon as you appear before Hyunjin, causing him to straighten up from the wall he was leaning against.
âIt is a very dangerous life-altering situation that requires your immediate assistance, indeed,â he responds solemnly, ushering you gently to his car and opening the door for you.
âWhich is?â you ask as soon as he settles inside the car and he simply grins at you, his left dimple coming forth like the very sun on a gloomy day.
âYouâll see.â
Hyunjinâs eyes fleet to your figure every now and then, but you do not seem to notice, your gaze lost into the blurring lights ahead. He can tell you're still not entirely yourself, so he was prepared to forcibly drag you along with him. Heâs almost surprised you accepted to come down so easily.
âIs that⊠Seungmin?â you speak suddenly, pointing to a man waving in the distance, as Hyunjin parks his car near an empty field.
âAnd Changbin? And Minho?â you continue, squinting your eyes, âand a bonfire?â you giggle with a hint of excitement.
âYou love sâmores during the winter, right?â
Hyunjin smiles, your soul softens.
âI do,â you say quietly, âI really do.â
You quickly exit the car, running into Seungmin's arms with a grin of disbelief plastered on your face. âThis is insane,â you almost shout, squeezing him tight in a hug.
âIt was so hard to find the perfect middle of nowhere for this,â Minho grumbles as you move to greet him, but the warmth of his embrace assures you he's only teasing.
âThank you,â you say with a smile as you hug Changbin, who affectionately ruffles your hair. âIt was Hyunjinâs idea,â he reveals, and you glance back at Hyunjin, who stands with his hands buried deep within his sweatpants behind you. You mouth a silent âthank youâ to him, but he shakes his head modestly as if it is nothing to bring happiness to a bruised heart.
The night unfolds in endless laughter, with Minho and Hyunjin taking turns roasting marshmallows over the crackling bonfire, and Seungmin serving you hot coffee to keep your hands warm. Your stomach aches from the uncontrollable fits of giggles that overtook your being as Minho recounts the time he danced so vigorously on stage for his dance club that he ripped his pants, feeling a breeze where there shouldn't be one; and Changbin tells you the story of the time his voice cracked in the middle of a rap battle, and how none of the boys stopped teasing him about it for months to come.
And as the four of them take turns making you laugh, a quiet, tender realization dawns on youâyou are loved. It is something he tried to convince you was impossible, that no one around truly cared for you but him. And even then, you werenât deserving of his love whole, only scrapes of it, as if you were a beggar tugging at the outskirts of his heart.
But Hyunjin reminded you otherwise. And if your friends found something worthy of love within you then perhaps so will you again, one day.
âDid you have fun?â Hyunjin asks as he opens the door to his, your, apartment hours later. What he doesn't expect is for you to respond by wrapping your arms around his slender torso, squeezing tight in gratitude.
âThank you,â you whisper and he nods, though you cannot see him, returning the embrace by wrapping his arms around your shoulder blades.
Hyunjin doesn't let go first, sensing that perhaps you need this hug more than he does. He smiles as your eyes meet his again, but his grin falters when he notices your gaze flickering towards your bedroom, a hint of unease clouding your expression. It's as if behind that door lie monsters only you can grasp, wearing the faces of people you once knew, once loved.
âWanna stay with me while I work on the song?â
âLast time I ended up sleeping on your bed,â you say a bit shamefully, recalling the morning you woke up to find yourself covered with a thick blanket that wasnât there before, alone in Hyunjin's room.
âIt's okay,â he shrugs, âI missed sleeping on the couch.â
You stare pointedly at him and he chuckles, âFine, I did not miss it. But you needed the sleep, so itâs okay with me.â
âFine,â you concede, though you did not need much convincing for it. âBut only if you promise youâll wake me up if I end up falling asleep again.â
Hyunjin tilts his head, thinking to himself for a few seconds before shaking his head stubbornly, a small pout drawn on his face, his eyes semi-closed. âNo.â
âHyunjin!â
âNu-uh,â he insists, shaking his head once more as he walks back towards his room. âI'm waiting for you!â
âI'm not coming!â
But you do eventually join him, after changing your clothes and washing your face. You find Hyunjin clad in beige and white checkered pajamas, his glasses pushing back his silky hair as he hunches over his journal, scribbling away before erasing what he wrote.
âStruggling with lyrics?â you ask, leaning against the wall and he startles. âDo you float on the ground? Why can I never hear you come in?â
âOr maybe you just love being dramatic,â you sing-song, laying atop his bed, much more at ease than the previous night.
Hyunjin sticks his tongue out childishly in response, and you playfully mimic the gesture before both of you dissolve into happy giggles.
âKind of,â he explains once you both settle down, âI have this specific feeling in mind that I need to convey.â
âYou'll do well,â you reassure softly, âyour lyrics are always so beautiful. Remember Cover me?â you smile and he scratches the back of his ear, a shy grin spreading across his face.
âYou still listen to it?â he asks and you nod eagerly, attempting to belt into Seungminâs ending high note. You fail horribly and Hyunjin throws a crumpled piece of paper on your face to get you to stop singing.
âMy poor ears,â he laughs loudly, and you retaliate by throwing back a pillow on his head.
âYou just donât get my artistic abilities.â
âIâd get them more if you stayed silent.â
You gasp, faking offense as you stand up to tickle Hyunjin on his chair, he starts squirming immediately, his loud giggles spilling all over the room, coating it in vibrant hues of happiness, and youâre suddenly captivated by the sight of himâ his head thrown back, a golden lock framing his laughter-filled eyes, his top lowering slightly to reveal glimpses of his collarbones and the delicate veins that trace enticing paths on his neck.
You pause, your hand hovering over the side of his stomach, as a long-forgotten warmth spreads through your heart, like the first rays of dawn greeting the earth after a long winter night. It doesnât diffuse quickly through your being, but rather drapes like sticky honey on your veins, making you well aware of your growing blush, of how beautiful Hyunjin is in his joy.
âNever singing to you again,â you clear your throat, laying atop his bed once again, and quickly reaching for your phone, anything to avoid his eyes which rival the crescent moon outside his window.
Hours pass before a warm hand gently settles on your shoulder, rousing you from your slumber. Blinking away the fog of sleep, you find Hyunjin leaning over you, his grin wide and infectious. âWake up,â he whispers, but you only groan, burying your face deeper into his pillow.
He doesnât yield, taking hold of your wrist and guiding your drowsy figure upright, before wrapping the blanket snugly around your shoulders. Without a word, he leads you out onto his balcony, carefully putting his neon green beanie on your head to shield you from the cold.
âItâs snowing!â he smiles, and his excited tone manages to dissipate the fog in your mind. You blink repeatedly and soon enough, you too behold the fallen snowflakes, each one resembling a tiny speck of light bidding farewell to the sky to greet the earth.
âYou missed the first snow so I didnât want you to miss this one too,â he explains, and his thoughtfulness blankets you with a warmth that seeps into every crevice in your body, drips down your fingertips and makes the cold of 4 a.m. seem less harsh, less biting to the touch.
You donât know how to say thank you, because those two words donât encapsulate the depths of gratitude that you feel for Hyunjin. Because he is speaking to the person within you who still loves snow, the part buried underneath layers of dust from a ground heartbreak. But you still manage to hear him, and you squeeze his hand tightly, and he doesnât let go until you finally do.
â â â
Remembering has become easier for you these past two monthsâ both the good and the bad. And each day, the scale tips towards one side or the other. Sometimes you recall the suffocation you felt with him, the feeling that no matter what you did you could never please him, that your hands were crafted to break rather than mend. And on those days your wound grows, it throbs and bleeds different emotions.
Sometimes it's angerâ at him for treating your heart so carelessly as if you were a being devoid of feeling. And then at youâ for staying, for giving him excuses and desperately searching for goodness within him, for the one redeeming quality that would convince you he was worth the pain.
And other days bring an excruciating sadness along, a weight that presses down upon you until you're paralyzed. Because you feel bad for yourself and for everything you went through. Because youâre unsure how to rise when unseen hands push you deeper into the abyss.
And on these days, Seungmin becomes your anchor. He buys your favorite food, skips classes with you, and takes you to your favorite gardens. He talks and he talks and you try your best to laugh because you do not wish to worry him more. It is enough to be your own burden, you do not wish to burden him too.
But when he drops you home, your facade slips away, the smile fading from your face as if it were never truly yours to wear. You are too tired to pretend so you donât, and Hyunjin doesnât let you, either. He brews you tea and orders takeout because he knows you lack the energy for cooking. He goes with you on walks and drapes you in pieces of his clothingâ scarves and beanies and gloves because he knows you couldnât care less about a cold when there is a frost coating your bones. He lets you sit in his room while he works on his songs, and while he paints. Sometimes you talk and often you don't need to. But heâs there. He's there with you.
But you also remember the good. You remember your movie night with the boys, Hyunjin building an entire fort for you, adorned with twinkling lights and the softest blankets. How you watched movies until 5 a.m. your bodies so closely huddled together that there was no room left for sadness.
You recall Hyunjin begging you to build a snowman with him at the crack of dawn, the two of you collapsing in fits of laughter as you threw snowballs at one another, your footsteps marking the fresh fallen snow.
You remember being so exhausted after one of your showers that you simply laid atop the couch, gaze fixed on the void, too drained to even untangle the knots in your hair. Yet, it is not the tiredness that you exactly recall, nor the salty tears you shed underneath the scorching water jet. But it is Hyunjin's tender hands as he brushed through your hair, his fingers tracing the nape of your neck, his knuckles ghosting over the slate of your shoulder. You remember whispering that it was a particularly hard day and Hyunjin understanding. You remember him watching many YouTube tutorials to prepare your favorite seaweed soup, only for it to end up being too salty. But you still ate it all, because he made it for you, to lift your wounded spirits. And that alone was enough for it to taste good.
You remember your heart hardening then softening again, breaking then stitching itself back together, closing off then blooming like flowers on the first day of spring. You remember smiling only to cry then smile again. And you remember liking snow, a bit more than you thought you would. Because Hyunjin was there, holding your trembling hand, steadying it enough for you to rewrite your memories with winter.
So, you want to say thank you.
You do not wish to spell it out, because there are too many things to thank Hyunjin for and too few words to do so. Instead, you drag him to the farmerâs market near your home, and you tell him to help you pick flowers.
âI could be in bed watching my favorite show and yet here I am bestowing you with my enchanting presence,â he sighs, not too modestly, as you both eye the array of colorful blooms.
âOkay, Shakespeare, are you done?â you roll your eyes, attempting your best to hide your grin.
âDone annoying you? Never. These are very pretty,â he adds, pointing to the white roses in full bloom, their delicate petals emitting a sweet fragrance into the air.
âI agree, what else should we add?â you ponder, picking out four roses.
âMm, Hibiscus? The red in the center is so vibrant,â he suggests, taking out his phone to capture the flower.
âCute. Baby breathâs would look good too,â you say as you gather the flowers, heading to the cashier with Hyunjin trailing behind, still admiring the delicate blooms.
âCan I write a note?â you ask the middle-aged man as he wraps the bouquet in a powder blue paper.
âSure,â he replies with a smile, and you return the gesture, quickly jotting down your words.
âAre you done?â Hyunjin grins when you return to his side and you nod, exiting the flower shop.
âWhat do you think?â you ask, angling the bouquet towards him.
âIt's beautiful.â
âItâs yours,â you smile, growing shier at the intensity of his gaze as it lands on you, then the flowers, then on you again. âTake it,â you hand it to him, your cheeks flushing like the hibiscusâs crimson core.
âActually?â he says softly, his fingers trembling slightly as he accepts the flowers and you nod in response. You bite your lip as you watch him take out the note, his eyes softening once he reads the words inscribed in itâ thank you for making my winter less cold.
âShould we go?â you say a tad too cheerfully, turning away, but Hyunjin grabs your wrist, spinning you around once more. His fingers trail up your arm, coming to rest gently on your cheek as he leans down to plant a tender kiss there.
âThank you,â he murmurs, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary. You think that if his soft lips grace your skin a few times more, your nerve endings might forget the harshness they were subjected to. If his gentle hands remain on your cheeks, then maybe, your heart would heal quicker, better. Maybe your past self that you long for would emerge again, maybe Hyunjin would be able to unearth it.
Your hopeful thoughts disappear as quickly as they arrive, overshadowed by a sense of helplessness that crashes over you, all of the sudden. You sense him before you hear him, the familiar anxiety that is only synonymous with your exâs presence.
âYn?â the sound of your name feels harsher in his mouth, the syllables spat out rather than spoken tenderly, as they are when Hyunjin pronounces it. Your veins run cold as his voice pierces the air, your heart skipping three beats at once before plummeting to your knees. You wrap your hand around Hyunjinâs forearm instinctively, and he looks down at you, his expression morphing into one of concern.
Youâre unsure of what he sees in youâ whether it is your pale face, the quiver of your lower lip, or the fear that has coated all your featuresâ but his eyes harden, his brows furrowing as he gazes at the man behind you.
You refuse to turn around, bracing yourself for his next words. âYn,â he repeats his tone laced with anger, his fingertips grazing your arm as if intending to force you to face him. But before he can touch you, Hyunjin intervenes, swiftly stepping in between you and your ex, shielding you with his own body protectively.
âLeave,â Hyunjin's voice is cold, dripping with a venomous edge you've never heard from him before, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury.
âIs this your new shiny toy, Yn?â your ex taunts and his voice cuts through your being against your will, triggering a flood of memories you've tried so desperately to suppress. Memories of his cruelty, his manipulation, and the pain he inflicted upon youâusing your love as a weapon to bolster his own ego.
âWhat's in it for you?â you find your voice again, though it trembles when you speak. He is the very embodiment of your pain and everything you loathe about yourself. You wish for the ground to swallow you whole, for a bolt of lightning to strike the earth, anything to spare you from facing him.
âIt's only been three months, I didn't know you were a whore.â
Hyunjin's fist connects with his cheek before you can register his words. It all unfolds so rapidly that you barely have time to comprehend it. Your ex staggers back, blood trickling from the cut on his lip, while Hyunjin stands before you, his chest heaving with restrained anger, his right hand clenched into a fist, the bouquet still held tightly in the other.
âFine, I deserved it,â your ex chuckles, his voice laced with mockery as he wipes the blood from his lip. His gaze meets yours briefly behind Hyunjin's back.
âYou might not be a whore but you are unlovable, keep that in mind.â He spits out before walking away, crude words that tear at every scab covering your wounds, reopening them with a brutal force. Hyunjin moves to follow him, but you grab his shirt, pulling him back.
âHeâs not worth it,â you murmur.
Your words seem to snap Hyunjin out of his haze as he turns to look at you, worry cast across his figure. He moves to cradle your cheeks but you step back, refusing to meet his eyes. He swallows thickly, clutching the bouquet in his hands. âAre you okay?â
You let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping as you shake your head slightly. âLet's just go home,â you whisper, eyes fleeting to his for a split second. All the lights in your gaze are muted.
Youâre crumbling before him once again and he cannot stop it, no matter how much he yearns to.
It's long past midnight when you find yourself seated on the floor of your living room, a bottle of red wine placed between you and Hyunjin. You exchange it wordlessly, taking turns sipping from it, the alcohol warming your insides but doing little to ease the ache in your heart. You donât exactly recall when Hyunjin sat next to you, but you donât mind. You were too lost in your own thoughts to even register his presence.
âYn,â he calls out softly and you hum absentmindedly, memories of when your ex spoke your name haunting you, each time he yelled your name, uttered it in disdain as if it was the starting point of everything wrong with you.
âTalk to me, please?â he pleads, angling his body towards your own. But you refuse to meet his eyes and Hyunjinâs heart twists in his chest. He is afraid of all the ugly thoughts that must roam your mind. He wishes he could enter it, open the windows wide, and usher the light in.
âI'm sorry you were dragged into this,â you say, your gaze fixated on the bouquet placed atop the table. The crimson painted on the hibiscusâ petals reminds you of the blood that spilled from your exâs mouth, and your gaze fleets to Hyunjin's hand, slightly bruised from the punch.
âDonât apologize,â he whispers, âthere is nothing to be sorry for.â
Itâs as though you donât hear him, your fingers trailing gently across his scraped knuckles, tears pooling in your eyes the more you stare at his hand.
âDoes it hurt?â you ask, voice thick with emotion, and Hyunjinâs quick to shake his head. âNo, donât worry about it. He deserved it.â
âYou didnât deserve to be hurt.â
âNeither did you.â
Your disbelieving scoff that follows scares him. What if youâre slipping away into a dark place yet again, one void and barricaded, in which the only sound that echoes is your exâs hurtful words? What if he canât reach you again?
âIf the only person Iâve ever loved says Iâm unlovable then maybe I am.â
Youâre drunk, you wouldnât have said such an ugly thing otherwise, wouldnât have allowed this sentiment to materialize into the air, to take a tangible form apart from your abstract thoughts.
âNo,â Hyunjin says in a panic as though heâs trying to quickly pull the brakes on your free-railing thoughts. He cups your face between his palms, your tears falling freely atop his hands but he does not move away.
âNo,â he repeats, more calmly this time. âHow he treated you is a reflection of who he is. And how you see him is a reflection of who you are. And you wanted him to be loving because youâre full of love. You wanted him to be good because you are a good person. And he canât stomach that, canât stomach that you are happy without him so heâs trying to ruin you again.â
âHyunjinâŠâ you shake your head but he only inches closer to you, his thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. âNo, listen to me. Seungmin loves you so much he couldnât eat properly for the first few days you stayed here, texted me all the time asking me how you were and if you were feeling better. He isn't good with words so instead he tries to make you laugh. He wishes he could give up parts of his happiness for you.â
A sob swells within you but Hyunjin presses on. âAnd Minho, he tried to memorize all your favorite recipes so he could cook them for you. It isnât a coincidence that every time we go over to their dorm it is your favorite food that we eat. He takes more pictures of his cats these days so he could send them to you because he knows it cheers you up.â
âYou told me Changbin doesnât know you well enough to fight for you but when we saw your ex across the campus one day he wanted to get up and beat him. He always asks me if you are well and if there is something he can do for you, anything.â
He inhales deeply, tears welling up in his eyes as well. âAnd meâŠâ a tender smile graces his lips as he gazes at you, âyou make this house a home. I feel like my true self when you are around and loneliness doesnât come to me as often as it did. Because you are here. You are like a beam of sunlight that lightens up every life you touch, mine first,â heâs baring his soul to you, vulnerable yet resolute. âSo tell me, Yn, whatâs not to love in you when you yourself are so full of love?â
âHyune,â you speak the nickname for the first time, and Hyunjinâs heart thrashes achingly around his ribcage. âIf you keep talking like this I might end up loving you,â you smile sadly at him as if it is a terrible thing to be loved by you.
âBut I donât want to love you, because I wonât know how to, not anymore. So I'll end up leaving. And I'll long for you, and I don't think I can stomach longing for you from afar.â
âSo please,â you place one hand atop his own, wipe away the lone tear rolling down his cheek. âDonât make me love you, hm? You deserve more than to be loved by someone like me.â
You leave Hyunjin in the living room, alone before the white flowers you gifted him. He doesnât want to put them away in a vase, for as soon as he grabbed them from your hold, everything around you both crumbled. So he leaves them there for the night, the creamy white petals aglow underneath the moonlight. He spends the night painting the bouquet from memory, but the petals end up too tinged with red, perhaps mirroring the blood his heart refuses to stop spilling still.
He did not realize it before, maybe he blinded himself so he wouldnât see what was before him all along. But it is all the clearer to him nowâ that in his attempts to make you love winter again, Hyunjin only ended up loving you.
A week later.
hyune [1:25 a.m.]: i miss you
You and Hyunjin spent the last seven days avoiding one another, well you more than him. He just understood your silent plea when you took a step back the one time he tried to talk to you in the kitchen, swallowing thickly before inching away, allowing you to move past him.
You did not know how to face him after what he said, partly because you were embarrassed by your own response, mostly because even in your drunken daze, his words etched themselves permanently into your memory.
It is his reassuring words that echoed in your brain for the past week, not those of your ex.
hyune [1: 26 a.m.]: and i miss sleeping on the couch
You giggle, shaking your head before replying.
yn [1:26 a.m.]: no you donât
hyune [1:26 a.m.]: no i donât ă
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but i finished the song
wanna hear?
Walking to Hyunjinâs room feels as familiar as going into your own. And when your gaze finally meets his you canât help but break into a relieved smile. It was foolish of you to punish yourself, enough people have done that for you already.
âHey,â he greets tentatively, and you respond with an awkward wave, a moment pregnant with anticipation passes before both of you dissolve into laughter.
âWhat is this? Are we in middle school,â he teases and you giggle, settling comfortably on his bed once more.
âI know. We are so lame.â
âYou are,â he corrects with a grin and you gasp, pretending to leave but he quickly catches your hand, stopping you. âNo, please stay. I meant it when I said that I missed you,â he repeats quietly, as if afraid that his confession would make you run away once again.
Your heart aches, the knots in your stomach tightening and unraveling all at once. âI missed you too,â you admit softly, and he smiles, his thumb tracing a gentle path above your pulse before releasing your hand.
âSo it's done then?â you ask and he nods, running a hand through his hair with a hint of anxiety. âHow do you feel about it?â
âGood. I hope youâll like it, mostly.â
âI'm sure I will,â you reassure him with a soft smile, and he nods once more, pressing a few buttons before his melodious whistles fill the air once again.
Nothing could have braced you for the sound of Hyunjin's voice that followed, its timbre soft as silk yet imbued with profound sorrow. It's as though he recorded the song on one of his loneliest nights, his honeyed vocals dipped in an excruciating nostalgia that seeps into every corner of the room, every corner of your heart.
In the faded photo, I come across a smile spread across a youthful face, overlapped with the seasons.
Your gaze flickers to Hyunjin as a shadow of recollection dawns on you. You remember telling him that you couldnât stomach looking at pics of your past, ones in which you smiled so freely because you were blissfully unaware of what was to come.
The nightâs so cold that itâs almost unreal.
Because you werenât aware of the winter that will follow and the biting cold that it would bear, for everything that will go astray in your relationship, for your ex's facade to crack like a glacier succumbing to the pressure of lies and pretense.
I wake up in another silence, and I close my eyes.
You remember Hyunjin confessing that silence haunted him more than words ever could, and you had agreed, sharing how sometimes you shut your eyes, pretending that the reality you woke up to wasn't the one you were living.
The white flower we planted together has bloomed. I do not dare pick it. Now it withers away.
You gaze at the white flowers you brought him, now wilted in the vase placed on his desk, yet Hyunjin refuses to throw them still. You see the card you wrote for him hung on the wall, right next to the dried red rose. He kept it. Though it withered, he kept it all.
So I long for you. And I long for you. And I'll long for you.
You remember the longing you both spoke of, how he understood a feeling you felt so incredibly alone in. How he tried to reassure you when he too was caught in the webs of the past. How you longed for him in the past week. How you wished he longed for you just the same.
So I can keep loving you. So I could be loving you. And morĐ”.
The violin swells and so does the emotion in your chest. You remember him asking you âWhatâs not to love in youâ and how you've spun those words in your thoughts ever since. You remember thinking that if he gave you a few more weeks, just a bit more time, you might have found it in you to believe them.
You see Hyunjinâs glimmering eyes holding yours, you see his heart atop a platter handed to you, and you see the resignation in his being. Donât make me love you, you told him. You didnât dare to tell him not to love you in return, deemed it too foolish of thought to entertain.
For he was Hwang Hyunjin, the quiet producer who paints in his free time and who wears his heart on his sleeve. Who remains hopeful, loving, and tender, despite the thorns pricking at his side. Who is beautiful, so much so that he allowed you to see beauty in the universe once again, through his eyes.
How could he love you?
How could you not love him?
âThe song,â you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips as you stand, trembling, on your feet. Hyunjin rises too, meeting you in the center of his room.
âIt is about you. For you,â he says simply as if his words donât cause your world to burst at the seams only to mend itself once again, too eager to fix itself and exist in the same timeline as Hyunjin.
âI don't⊠I donât know what to say,â you say earnestly, feeling your heart pound in your chest, its beats resounding loudly in your ears.
It is wrong of you to assume he wishes you to say something. He is Hyunjin, the one who finds words in your silences too, after all.
âI donât need you to say anything,â he shakes his head, taking another step closer to you. âI don't want an answer, I don't wish to pressure you. I just wanted to tell you that my love is here, it is yours to take or to leave, to cherish or to discard. But it is yours, because this is who I am. I am someone who loves you.â
âSo do not tell me to forget you because I don't know how to. And donât tell me that youâll leave because I will love you still, because youâd still be you, near or far, you are you. And you are someone I long for.â He pauses, his voice softening. âAnd I long for you, Yn, more than anything I've ever longed for. And I've spent all my life longing.â
His lips meet your forehead tenderly, and you feel your entire being grow limp at the chaste kiss, as if your limbs wish to liquefy and form a puddle on the floor. His touch is soft, and you miss it the moment he parts from you.
âThere must be something in this room that keeps on making you cry,â he smiles and you bring your hands to your damp cheeks, surprised to find there tears you didnât realize had fallen.
âItâs you,â you pinch his arm playfully and he squirms away from your hold, stabbing his toe on the desk in the process. A loud fuck echoes around the room, and your laughter dissipates the tension clinging into the air.
âCan you play it again?â you request softly and Hyunjinâs theatrics fade as a shy smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
âIs it good?â
âIt's everything to me.â
âIt's called âlong for youâ, by the way.â
âLong for you,â you repeat quietly. There has never been a prettier combination of words.
The title all but makes sense as you lay on the bed, your gaze fixed on the paintings hung on the wall, Hyunjin sketching quietly on his desk, the song resonating softly in the background. You've longed for many things in your lifeâthe person you once were and the tender love you once cravedâbut amidst it all, nothing has weighed heavier on your heart than the longing for the man sitting just two meters away, almost in your loving grasp. Almost.
â â â
It is an excruciating five days that Hyunjin spends apart from you, the both of you too caught up in your assignments to find a moment to properly speak. But you do not shy away from him when he greets you, and your grin is kind as it drapes across his being, and Hyunjin swears he has never seen a prettier sight than you smiling.
On the sixth night, Hyunjin completes the cover for the songâ a figure wrapped around itself protectively, mirroring the way you hug yourself in your sleep. He hangs it on the wall, right next to your thank you card and the white bouquet he drew once again, wishing to properly immortalize its beautiful flowers, to purify that memory from the tumult that followed it.
On the sixth night, the house is quiet, the full moon high up in the sky, snowflakes falling softly to the ground. Hyunjin wonders if you too mimicked the snowâs descentâ both of you falling apart with it.
But then, thereâs a knock on his door.
His heart catches in his throat, his body freezing as if it forgot how to move. You are here.
âCome in,â he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. You push the door open, and Hyunjin's words wilt on his tongue as he sees what you're carryingâanother bouquet, filled with white flowers, yet again.
âHey,â you smile, standing by the door.
He remains silent, unsure of what to say, or how to speak. He longs for you when you are away, even more so when youâre before him.
âWe shouldn't let these white flowers wither away too, right?â you smile slightly, placing the bouquet on the desk before walking to Hyunjinâs bedside. His voice falters, vocal cords refusing to move and overshadow your voice.
You sit beside him, gently pulling his hand so that youâd both lie on the pillows. Your hand doesnât leave his own, instead, it moves to rest on his cheek, reminiscent of the many times he had cradled your face before. Inch by inch, you close the gap between you, nuzzle the tip of your nose against his own. âHi, Hyuneâ, you say softly, and he swallows thickly, his voice coming out just as quietly.
âHi, my Yn.â
âIf we take care of the white flowers together do you think theyâll survive a bit longer?â you ask, your gaze never wavering from his, countless stars twinkling in the depths of your irises.
âI believe so,â he says tentatively, too aware of the warmth of your palm against his skin, of the sweet ache unfurling within his being.
âMm, and even if they wilt we can always buy new ones. We can learn how to care for them better, with time,â you say, and he nods in agreement, laying his hand atop your own, tilting his head to bestow a chaste kiss on your palm.
âWith time,â he echoes softly and you smile, vulnerable yet secure in his gray sheets, in his hold.
âWill you give me time too?â you ask, and Hyunjin reads in your eyes what you mean, understands in the shake of your voice the question you are too afraid to voice. Will he give you time to heal in order to love?
âAs long as you need. Iâm not going anywhere,â he reassures, pressing his forehead gently atop yours, and you both close your eyes, as a running warmth encloses you both, blooms a blush on both your cheeks.
His arms wrap around your back, drawing you close until your chests are pressed together, your head resting naturally in the curve of his neck. And it is long forgotten in your mind, all the nights you slept in this very bed alone. You feel safe, safe enough to long for love knowing that it patiently awaits you behind the door, once you find enough courage to turn the doorknob. You feel serene, as Hyunjinâs warm palms glide soothingly up and down your spine, as every muscle, every nerve, every atom in your being relaxes in his hold.
You are healing, slowly, with each fleeting second that passes in which Hyunjinâs heartbeat resounds within your chest, as its melody runs through your veins, melds with your own as if it was destined to be there all along. As you rest in Hyunjin, as you find a safe home within his soul to discard your worries at the doorstep and breathe.
âIt did get better,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. âHm?â He leans back to look at you, and heâs so beautiful, so tender as he gazes at you, you canât help but trace the contours of his face with your fingers, hoping to commemorate him with your eyes, with your touch.
âYou promised me itâll get better, and it did,â you smile, as your legs further intertwine with his, and his rose perfume becomes an indelible mark on your skin. âToo bad I can't hit your pretty face now,â you joke and he giggles, tipping his head back.
He's so beautiful, body and soul, and he longs for you, you alone.
âBut I can still do this,â you murmur before finally pressing your lips against his like a boat finally reaching the shore after months of sailing. You both exhale, in yearning, in relief, as your mouths move together in a slow, languid dance, his hand finding the pulse on your neck, yours settling atop his jaw.
He would kiss you again, this intimately, in the coming months, when your heart expands enough to contain the love Hyunjin deserves. He would kiss you again, when your past comes to haunt you, and healing sounds like an elusive myth youâd never encounter in your life.
And he would kiss you again, over the kitchen table and under the fridgeâs light, in between paintings and in supermarket aisles, while picking flowers and watching the first snow.
He would kiss you, this tenderly, in the next winter, and the ones after it, as if his longing for you never wanes. Till blow three disappears from your memory, till all you remember is the love, the true one, the kind one, the soft one Hyunjin alone could have brought you.
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Donât Hate You- Joel Miller
An enemies to lovers story.
Word count: 3,298
Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, one spank, rougher sex, slight degrading, oral (m receiving) hate sex, but they actually donât hate each other!
Authorâs Note: Love a good enemies to lovers. I did not proofread because I was ashamed!! :D
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He was your neighbour; an interesting concept after 20 odd years of being alone with no sense of community. The apocalypse had torn through the world, separating friends from foe and dividing humanity into crushed pieces.
And then there was Jackson.
Jackson was small when you first showed up, bloody and beaten, tired of fighting. There were about 20 people at that time, all working hard to fix up the old town they had taken residence in. Maria had taken you in without any thought, allowing you to be someone after years of just living as another being, untrusting and rough, a shell of who you once were.
Five years later, you, along with the town, had blossomed. Buildings were now as new as they could be, with the resources the townspeople could find. Jackson had a bar, a laundrette, a clothes and a grocery store; things that had been hard to adjust to because your brain had been hardwired to live a certain way, were now able to just relax.
Slowly but surely, you were able to build yourself up into the personality you had before everything fell apart. A nicer, happier version of yourself. You knew everyone in town, always being greeted when you stepped out your door, they called you Honey.
âSweet as honey, you are.â Eugene had said to you, an older man who had fought alongside Tommy in the fireflies.
The latter man scoffed, âNot to me, always teasinâ me, makinâ fun of me.â
You smile at him, âChin up, Tommy. Someone has to keep that ego of yours in check.â
Every face in that town you could put a name to, until one day you couldnât. Two new faces, one gruff with a frown, and the other smiley with her mouth constantly moving. You learned of their names; Joel, and Ellie. Before you could get the chance to introduce yourself, they had left.
âWhereâs your brother? And the girl?â You hesitantly asked Tommy one day, raising the glass of whisky to your lips.
He shook his head once, downing his drink in one go, âJust needs to get something done. Heâll be back.â
Tommy's short reply had irked you more than it should have. Everyone in town was talking about the mystery man with his mystery kid; who were they? How long would they be away? You wish you knew the answer.
A few months later, you awoke to a distinctive voice; Tommy, yelling orders right outside your bedroom window. You tried to endure it for a while, a pillow placed over your head in an attempt to muffle the echo of his voice, but that proved to be a fail.
Thin cardigan around your body, fluffiest socks you could find, and a frown on your face, you move down the stairs in your house, muttering to yourself angrily. "Tommy!" You call out, gently closing your front door.
Tommy looked up with a guilty expression, "I'm sorry, I know-"
"It is the crack of dawn, you better have a good reason why I'm hearing your voice so early!" You finish, standing by the edge of your fence, arms crossed against your chest.
A third voice. A man stepping out of your neighbouring house. "Sorry, Ma'am, Tommy was just helpin' us settle in."
He was unapologetically handsome. Simply wearing jeans and a short sleeved shirt, with one expression plastered across his face at all times. Joel. You hated how at the sight of him, your arms unfolded from your body, hated how you couldn't really find yourself to be angry anymore.
You shift on your feet, cheeks flushing pink, "You're back."
Tommy raised his eyebrow, eyes moving between the two of you, "Honey, this is Joel, my brother, and your new neighbour."
Joel nodded in your direction, looking at you curiously. You shake your head softly, "Keep it down, Tommy." Your eyes move over to his brother, "Welcome to Jackson."
Then you were moving, back into the comfort of your own house where you slapped yourself in the face, embarrassment bubbling its way inside of you.
Two days later, you felt bad. Your bad impression with Joel replayed in your head endlessly, so bad that you had avoided going outside whenever you could hear voices next door. It was later when you knocked on their door, now in more appropriate clothes and with a clearer mind.
If he was shocked you were standing outside his door, he didn't show it, you spoke straight away. "I just wanted to properly introduce myself, I know you mustn't think too fondly of me." You give him your name along with a small smile.
Joel watched silently as you rambled an apology, only offering a small grunt and a nod of his head before closing the door in your face. You stood there for a moment, taking in what had just occurred. The rejection stung slightly, your inability to make amends with him weighing down on your shoulders. You hated how small that made you feel, hated how much you yearned for him to say something, just so you could hear his voice in that low, Southern drawl.
Tommy couldn't understand why your face soured whenever Joel's name was brought up, or why your fists clenched after watching his brother talk with other people. Why Joel seemed to talk to everyone except for you. Tommy sat in front of you in the booth at the bar, waiting for an opportunity to finally figure out what he had been suspecting. His eyes locked onto someone behind you and before you could ask, he was already calling out. âJoel! C'mere."
Your eyes widened slightly as you sat up straighter, kicking Tommy's leg under the table. You heard his boots stop next to you, his presence looming over the table you were leaning on. Tommy nodded his head slightly at you, "How're you guys gettin' along as neighbours? Haven't gotten any complaints yet, so must be goin' well."
Joel stayed quiet for a moment, eyes glancing over to you for a split second, "'S fine. Nice house you put me in."
Tommy scoffed, shaking his head with a smile, "Wasn't asking about the house, brother. You guys good?"
Joel looked down at you, eyes flickering down your face and to your hands that rest on the wooden table. âWeâre good. Sheâs uhâŠâ He paused, seemingly uncomfortable with what he was about to say. âSheâs a good neighbour.â He confirmed, suddenly looking everywhere but you and his brother.
Tommy smiled triumphantly, looking at you again. âHoney? He a good neighbour?â
You look at him unimpressed, feeling uncomfortable to be put in such a position, and furthermore the sight of Joel tapping his fingers against the table impatiently from the corner of your eye, made you feel angry. Unnecessarily so.
âActually, Tommy, no. Heâs not a good neighbour. Heâs a dick. Always⊠slamming his gate when he gets back from night patrols.â You breathe out deeply, feeling the brothersâ gazes on you as you looked away. âI needa head back, Iâll see you Tommy.â
You hastily make your way out, âOh god, why did I say that?â You whisper to yourself, embarrassment coursing through your body.
Three days after that incident , you had managed to avoid Joel like he was the plague; more than how you used to ignore him. His little girl, Ellie had approached you a few times, mocking your silence and asking why you didn't get along with the oldest Miller. You couldn't say that it was because how unnecessarily hot his accent was, or how he liked to wear tighter shirts that made your skin crawl with need, so you shrugged.
On the fourth day of ignoring Joel Miller, you had lost your streak.
It was later in the evening, everyone was either crowded in the dining hall, or in the comfort of their own homes, everyone but you. The winter coat you had on was not doing you justice, the freezing wind managing to slip through the small cracks, touching your skin. Although, you could barely call it a coat, material so worn and thin you would've been better in a long-sleeve shirt. You had been walking for a few minutes, nose pink, when you heard your name being called behind you.
"What the hell are you doin, wearing this in the middle of winter?" None other than Joel Miller scolded, grabbing you by the arm when he was close enough to. "You suicidal, woman?"
"Charming." You responded, trying so hard to ignore the warmth he provided by holding your arm. "Just walking, don't see the problem."
Joel scoffed, looking genuinely annoyed, "Don't see the pro-..." He trailed off for a moment, "You're going to freeze. And given our unpleasant history, I'll probably be blamed for your death."
Not waiting for a response, he started to pull you behind him, making a beeline for his house. You stuttered out, trying to object, "Joel, I'm perfectly capable of walking back to my house."
"Don't want you going back to your house. Need to talk with you." He shortly responded, ignoring your tugging. Once he had opened his door and you could feel the heat emitting from his house, you had settled slightly, but still shot Joel a glance as you entered.
"Go sit by the fire." He ordered, walking off into his kitchen, "Fuckin' hell." He mumbled.
You scowl at his back, debating with yourself for a second before deciding to follow his orders, sitting yourself down on the floor in front of the hot embers. You moan out in relief, shuffling a bit closer before turning your head to the side, watching Joel frown as he poured something in two mugs.
"Coffee." He grunted, walking over and placing the mug in your hands before sitting down on the chair next to you, sported with his own cup. "Drink it."
The mug helped you warm up faster, the heat reaching your fingertips and moving up your hands. "Prefer tea." You shortly respond, taking the drink up to your lips.
A moment of silence commenced before either of you talked again. Joel sighed deeply, and you saw from the corner of your eye his hand resting over his face, "Why're you so difficult?"
His words sunk into your brain. You scoffed, "I'm difficult?"
"Yes. You are."
You place the mug down beside you, looking into the flames for a moment. "I tried making amends with you, Joel. Tried being nice."
His silence fuelled your frustration. "Talking and smiling to everyone but me... Because I, what? I scolded your brother for being loud?" You continue, shaking your head.
Joel didn't talk, he didn't move. Only when he was sure you were finished talking did he speak. "You did try bein' nice... And uh... God, I hate this." He paused, taking a deep breath, "Didn't think it was a good idea for us to be nice. To talk."
"What?" You asked, turning to look at him, "You didn't think it was a good idea? That makes no sense, Joel. If you just don't like me, say that, don't try making up all these excuses!"
His eyebrows furrowed, he too had abandoned his mug onto the side table next to him. "Not makin' any excuses."
You laugh shortly, "Okay, Joel. I'll leave you then, get outta your hair... Seeming as this,' You gesture to the both of you, "Is not a good idea."
As you stood, Joel quickly followed, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you from running. "I knew it would be a bad idea because the second I laid my eyes on you, you had me wrapped around your finger. Fuckin'," He took a breath, looking away from you for a moment, "Can't get you out of my head, you're everywhere."
"I don't..." You frown, looking up at him, your uneven breathing matching his, "I don't understand."
"I can't stay away from you, I can't do it anymore." He confessed, letting go of your shoulder, instead running his hands through his hair. "You don't even know what you do to me."
You watch him for a moment, trying to rationalise your feelings, "So, you... You act like a dick, and ignore me, shut doors in my face, and now I'm finding out it's because you can't stay away from me? That's so stupid!"
His neck was flushed, the pink hue travelling down to his chest, you forced yourself to keep your eyes on his face. He looked borderline desperate now as he stepped closer, "Tell me to stop, I will. If... If you let me have you, I don't think I'll be able to stop."
"How did we go from hating each other to this?" You ask, eyes flickering over his face.
Joel shook his head gently, his hands moving up to touch your neck, fingers ghosting your skin. "Didn't really hate each other. Did we?"
"Hated you. You're arrogant." You whisper, taking off your thin jacket, a shirt on underneath.
"Keep goin'." He nodded, frowning at your choice in clothing.
His fingers moved on his own accord, moving down to the bottom of your shirt, tugging on it. "You slammed your door shut in my face." You continue, pulling the shirt off your body and throwing it on the floor.
"Like an ass." He agreed, his eyes taking in your upper half, hungrily staring at the bra you were wearing.
As if in a trance, you pulled your pants off yourself, "Just wanted to apologise to you for my bad impression." You tell him, now standing in your underwear in front oh his clothed self.
Joel nodded, his breath intaking as he looked at you, "Didn't care what you were sayin' that morning, baby. Comin'. out in that singlet of yours, tiny shorts. You thought that cardigan was gonna help ya? Was hopin' you'd yell at Tommy all day."
Your pussy clenched at his words, a gush of heat travelling upwards. "I was rude to you in the bar the other day... In front of Tommy." You confess, kneeling down in front of him, your face now in line with his growing bulge still restrained in his jeans.
"Yeah, baby." Joel agreed, "Had to listen to him lecture me for an hour." He reached down and moved your hair out of your face, looking deeply into your eyes.
His zipper was down before he could blink, quickly helping you pull down his pants, his boxers following soon after. His cock was big, bigger than you had expected it to be. Its red head was dripping with pre come, falling down the sides of him. Your hand experimentally wrapped around him, seeing how much you'd be able to take, only to find that your hand was not able to close properly.
"It's big, I know." Joel hummed, his cock twitching in your hands, "You can take it."
Your hands began moving after he spoke to you, making sure to squeeze down on him. His head fell back in pleasure, a groan releasing from his throat. After a few minutes of slowly jerking him off, you brought your head closer to his tip, carefully wrapping your lips around him. At the added pleasure, Joel looked down, letting out a whimper.
"Fuck, feel so good." He told you, scrunching his eyebrows together, "Look so good." He added, his hand coming down to hold your cheek.
With new profound confidence, you moved your head faster, making sure to match the speed with your hand. His moans grew louder, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head, fisting some of your hair. "Alright, alright." Joel quickly said, pulling your head off his cock, now topped with the glisten of your saliva.
"Need it." You whisper, using his hand to help yourself up, tugging down your underwear before helping Joel out of his shirt. You look up at him expectedly, legs clenching together.
Joel looked down at the sight, mockingly sighing, "You wet, baby? Need me to take care of ya, huh?" He gently grabbed your hand pulling you behind him as he approached his couch. You watched as he sat down, spreading his legs widely, a sight that was truly sinful.
He gestured to his lap, and you took the hint. Climbing onto him, you didn't break eye contact, your chest pressed against his as you looked into his eyes. "Here." He whispered, reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra, peeling it away from your body. "God, you're..." He sighed, leaning back against the couch as he stared at your breasts, "You're gorgeous."
"Still hate you." You mumble, leaning up with your hands on his shoulders. He gripped his cock from under you, dragging the tip across your clit and down your pussy.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking up at your face as he placed himself up near your entrance, your legs already shaking with need. Your arousal dripped down the side of his dick, fluids mixing together. "Doesn't feel like you hate me."
You shook your head, moving downwards gently, just far enough that the tip of him slipped inside you. You both groan. "I do hate you." You try and convince him, taking him further inside you with every second that passed. When your ass met his thighs, you moaned out loudly, tilting your head backwards. "Feel so deep."
Joel smiled lazily, pressing his hand against your abdomen, "Right up here. Go on, show me how much ya hate me. Fuck it all outta ya." He slurred, his accent becoming more pronounced the further he lost himself inside you. You started with small grinds, getting your body used to the intrusion first, shaky breaths and pants falling from your mouth as your clit rubbed against his pubic hair.
He helped you bounce after, his large hands on your ass, pulling you up and down on his dick, roughly meeting those movements with his own thrusts below. Once he was confident you had found your rhythm, he leant back, watching. "Still hate me?" He shakily asked, his hands moving from your breasts down to your clit, rubbing slow circles there.
"No." You cry out, moving your body forwards so you were laying on him, your face resting in the crook of his neck. "Please." You beg, although you weren't sure of what.
Joel wraps his arms around you, holding you tight as his hips drive faster up into you. The sounds of your skin colliding echoing through his house, aiding in the pleasure you were feeling. Joel grunted in your ear, one of his hands coming down onto your ass, slapping it. "Gonna cum, baby. Come on, need to feel it."
You lean up slightly, chest heaving against his. "So close." You whisper, leaning your forehead against his. The sensation of his hands roaming your body, the feeling of his cock pistoning up into you, and your own need for him fuelled your orgasm. Just as you started clenching around him, Joel moved his head up, catching your lips in a kiss before his own orgasm escaped him. You came together, legs shaking and breaths coming out hot as you kissed.
Somehow, the kiss felt more intense than the mind-blowing sex you had just had, the intimacy of it had your heart clenching. "Don't hate you." You sighed, pulling away from his lips. "Hated how you made me feel. Wanted you so bad."
He nodded. "I know, baby. Me too."
As they dressed themselves and sat with each other by the fire, discovering new emotions and sensations with one another the rest of Jackson had continued moving around them, acting like another day; though your life would now be irrevocably changed.
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filling the void masterlist filling the void (7) II a.putellas
"te quiero mucho mi fresa, tanto tanto tanto hermana."
"i love you too, can i breathe now please?" you wheezed out with a little difficulty, exhaling as alexia let go of you and wiped the corners of her eyes with the pad of her thumb.
"tan blandito." you teased with a soft smile, your sister rolling her eyes and pushing you gently. "can i ask you something else?" you braced yourself but nodded, having hoped this little heart to heart might be over so the pair of you could move forward.
"mariona-" alexia started as you sighed, cutting her off. "mami told me that she already told you and alba what happened with her. ale i really do not want to explain it again, no i don't know why it happened, yes it hurt, yes i probably should have seen it coming but that was my first real relationship. well, i thought it was anyway." you mumbled, chest tightening at the memory of the humiliation, cheeks burning red and the laughter of those you'd considered peers and friends ringing in your ears.
you were brought back to earth by a hand on your shoulder, looking up to meet your sisters concerned frown. "no hermana. i was just going to ask, does she still live in the same house?"
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"is this really a good idea? you are a public figure around barcelona alexia and you are the captain of the spanish national football team if we get caught-" you whispered as your sister waved off your concerns and shushed you.
"we will not get caught fresa relajarse, and that pendejo mariona has it coming." alexia mumbled, hand tightening around the carton of eggs in her grip.
"ale this really feels like a bad plan." you chewed on your bottom lip, the two of you camped out in some bushes awaiting the last light in the house to go off before you launched your attack.
"you said you and mapi egged that other puta's house, sĂ? well she got what was coming to her and now its marionas turn. nobody messes with a putellas hermana." alexia whispered poking your shoulder and turning her focus toward the house again.
you regretted telling her about that now, having recounted the story of how you'd gone to mapi after the humiliation of the fake relationship and the girl had seen red, packing you into her car and driving the pair of you to the store and then your ex 'girlfriends' house.
luckily she'd been away on vacation with her family for a couple of weeks and the two of you had both egged and tee pee'd her house entirely undetected.
but of course having heard this story alexia was drowned in a sea of guilt that you hadn't felt like you could come to her, though grateful you'd at least had mapi in her place and hadn't had to go through it alone.
so swallowing the bubbling jealousy at the fact and reminding after all it had been her fault that you'd not felt like you could go to her in the first place, this seemed to be how she was determined to make up for it.
"we've done this before alexia and it didn't go well!" you reminded, grabbing her arm before she could leap out of her hiding spot, eyes wide with worry as your sister sighed, the memory fresh in both your minds.
you'd been only ten years old, alexia twenty three and alba twenty. alba had just been cheated on by her latest girlfriend, a fact you hadn't quite fully understood but you knew she was upset and alexia was ropeable.
it had been a common theme throughout the years that you'd never really liked any of alba's partners, which was perhaps alexia's influence given she'd been vocal that she always felt alba settled for girls who didn't deserve her or treat her as such.
but this particular girl alba had fallen head over heels for hard and fast and learning that she'd not been loyal, crushed her more than she cared to admit but it was easy enough for both you and alexia to see just how much she was hurting.
"fresa despertarse. hermana. fresa!" you blinked as you awoke, groggily wiping your eyes and exhaling, vision adjusting to the dark to notice your eldest sister hovering over you.
"qué?" you mumbled tiredly, your sisters hands on your shoulders pulling you into a sitting position. "is it time for school?" you asked sleepily, rubbing your eyes again and frowning as you noticed it was still dark outside.
"no. i need your help with something, but you have to be quiet pequeña and you are not allowed to ask any questions until we are in the car, vale?" alexia whispered as you nodded still half asleep, slumping over as the older girl moved to grab you some clothes.
"no no fresita, hora de despertarse!" alexia chuckled as you started to doze off again, catching you before your head could hit the pillow. "but its dark out." you yawned, shivering lightly as your covers were tugged away.
"i know. i will explain in the car hermanita, just get dressed please." alexia placed down a bundle of clothes beside you, flicking on your lamp before slipping back out of the room and closing her door behind her.
hopelessly confused you'd done as she'd asked, dressing yourself in the all black outfit she'd chosen, alexia joining you in a few minutes time also dressed all in black with a backpack slung over her shoulder.
"what are we doing?" "shh." "but its dark and-" "fres i said no questions till we get to the car!" "but-" "fresa." "fine."
"why do we need eggs?" you whispered with a frown, falling silent at the look your sister flashed you as she very quietly closed the fridge and motioned for you to follow her.
alexia held her breathe as she slid open the back door as quietly as possible, ushering you out and wincing as she slid it back closed with a click.
grabbing the back of your hoodie and holding you alexia watched eli's room with baited breath, sighing when the light didn't turn on. "vamos." she whispered, nodding for you to follow her down the back steps and around the side of the house.
"i'm not allowed to sit in the front." you reminded as your sister opened the passenger door and gestured for you to sit inside. "well tonight you are, get in."
once again as alexia started her car she paused, watching eli's window and only backing out of the driveway once the light remained off. "thank god mami snores." alexia mumbled with a shake of her head and a sigh of relief.
"can i ask questions now?" you asked eagerly, properly awake and almost vibrating in your seat as alexia exhaled and nodded her head, still driving to a place only she knew.
"where are we going? what are we doing? why do you have eggs? why did we use the back door? why isn't alba coming? why did we not tell mami? why are we wearing all black? why am i in the front? am i in trouble? are you in trouble?" you rambled out all nearly just in one breath, finishing and inhaling deeply, chest heaving.
"jesus you ask a lot of questions." alexia grumbled not having expected all of that, but with a shake of her head she gave you your answers.
"alba's ex girlfriends house. defending alba. they're for throwing. the front door squeaks. alba needs some sleep. mami wouldn't understand. so we blend more into the night. because i said so. no and no."
"i am still confused." "you'll see when we get there pequeña."
and that you had, the two of you pulling up to a house you'd not seen before in a street that wasn't familiar to you, not a soul in sight given it was around three in the morning.
"i don't think i can throw that far ale..." you chewed your bottom lip nervously, your sister chuckling and ruffling your hair. "thats fine hermana i will be throwing. your job is to hand me the eggs and keep a lookout, vale?" your sister instructed as you nodded, determined frown on your face.
so unloading a carton of eggs onto this girls house you both managed to sneak out undetected, proud grin on alexia's face as you rambled on and on the entire way home about how cool she was and how cool this was.
but you deflated slightly when you were sworn to secrecy after making a comment about how you couldn't wait to tell your friends at school about your adventure, pinky promising alexia you wouldn't tell a soul bar alba.
but there had been a reason you'd gotten away with it, and that was that despite thinking you were defending your sisters honour and practically falling asleep in your cereal that next morning, you and alexia had egged the wrong house.
"how was i supposed to know she moved house! i dropped alba off there when they were still together." alexia huffed, back in present time as the two of you crouched down in the bushes.
"you could have checked!" you rolled your eyes as your sister gave you a look of disbelief. "oh so true you are so right fres, maybe i should have gone and knocked on the front door and checked she still lived there?" alexia whispered harshly as you pulled a face.
"that wasn't what i meant." you mumbled, alexia handing you a carton of eggs. "vamos! its time hermana." and before you could even say another word alexia was leaping out of hiding and you were stumbing after her.
"least you can throw them now!" alexia teased as you both hauled egg after egg at your ex best friends house, admittedly feeling quite a sense of joy as they cracked and exploded all over it.
"mierda, go go go!" alexia almost shouldered you to the ground as the lights all turned on in the house, the pair of you sprinting away into the night, a belt of laughter leaving your lips as your sister glanced over her shoulder with a grin, the pair of you stopping once you were a safe enough distance away.
"feel good?" alexia asked with a smile once you'd caught your breath. "sĂ." you admitted, unable to argue her point that this would help you take back closure you were never given. "told you." your sister nudged her shoulder into yours.
"there is one other thing that would make me feel better." you added meeting her gaze as she frowned but nodded on encouragingly for you to continue.
but much to her shock what followed wasn't words, rather it was a cold egg smashed against the top of her head, your sister gasping in surprise as your lips curled into a grin.
"muchas gracias hermana, i feel much much better now. about everything!" you smiled happily, alexia wiping away the yolk which dribbled down her face with a hum. "i guess i deserved that." your sister sighed in acceptance given how she'd treated you the last year.
"but...as la hermana mayor." you recognized the glint in her eyes right away but before you could run her hand grabbed your hood, an egg smashed against your forehead. "alexia!" you gasped, wiping yolk out of your eyes as her laughter rang through the night.
"qué? you used to always want us to match, no?" the blonde grinned wickedly, shoving your head with a wink and rummaging around in her pockets. "fresa!" alexia groaned pushing you off as you wiped your face on her jumper.
"diablillo." your sister grumbled, huffing as she checked her pockets time after time. "did i give you the keys?" alexia asked as your eyes widened. "no. you had them, did you lose them? ale we need to get out of here we can't be found at the scene of the crime with egg all over us!" you hissed at the older girl.
"you can't find them. can you?" "they must have fallen out while we ran. hijo de puta!" "do you have a spare?" "sĂ...at home." "alexia!" "relajarse, i have to make a call."
you perked up as headlights appeared at the end of the street, hood pulled over your head and hair matted with egg as you counted down the minutes until you'd be back home and in a hot shower, a familiar car coming to a stop in front of where you and alexia sat on the curb.
"honestamente. do you two idiotas ever learn?" alba sighed, rolling down the window and holding up alexia's spare car key, twirling it around on her finger.
"we got the right house this time?" you shrugged as alexia snagged it with a grateful smile and a mumbled thank you, kissing your sisters cheek in appreciation.
"one day i'm going to get a call to bail you two tontos out of prison and it will be for...eggs."
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you felt a strange sense of calm settle over you as you lay on alexia's couch watching a movie, your sisters settled on the other side of it allowing you the space you needed, though things were on the mend they weren't fixed.
but you'd be lying if you said that it didn't feel good to get a sense of normalcy back, watching movies and staying up late with the two of them just like you used to before everything changed.
especially given everything going on with your mami you did need them more than you realised, the thought of laying in an empty house by yourself while eli was in hospital not something you wanted to experience as much as you thought you could handle it.
you needed them, and you'd been needing them, but you were growing tired of pretending you didn't for the sake of saving your own feelings. your walls were still up but with your mami's words ringing in your ear you knew you didn't have to knock them all down but you needed to start lowering a draw bridge at least.
though between all of your thinking and the emotional exhaustion of everything catching up to you, it wasn't long before your eyes started to grow heavy and you dozed off.
"ale." the blonde looked away from the screen at the knock of alba's knee against her own, the younger girl nodding to where you were dead asleep, sprawled across the end of the L shaped sofa.
"some things don't change." alba chuckled, the pair of them now staring at you soundly sleeping, chest rising and falling. "just like when she was a baby, never makes it through a movie." alexia smiled fondly, getting up to grab a blanket and draping it over you, tucking in the sides like she knew you liked.
"she's still a baby, even if mami says we're not supposed to tell her that anymore." alba smiled, catching alexia's eye who chuckled, hesitating for a moment before leaning down and softly kissing your forehead.
"sĂ, our pequeña."
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"so she can come home on tuesday? they're sure?" you asked in disbelief, alexia having just returned from the hospital and picking you up from work.
your eldest sister worried about you returning even just for a half day, but the clinic was rarely open on saturday and they were only testing all day, and your boss had reached out offering if you felt up to it it would be a good learning opportunity.
so trying her best to let you take the lead in letting her know what you needed alexia had taken you to see eli this morning before dropping you off to work and returning to the hospital, picking you up afterwards firm in her word you weren't taking the bus.
"they're keeping her for observation over the weekend but things seem to be stable. she just needs to avoid anything that brings her stress, watch her cholesterol, go for her check ups, take her medication and if anything feels weird she has to go back to the doctor to let him know." alexia recounted the instructions from the doctor as you nodded along.
"did you tell her about the game?" you winced as alexia sighed with a nod. "sĂ, it did not go over well with mami but the nurses agreed, its too much stress." alexia explained, the two of you and alba having yesterday discussed with one another your mami's game watching tendencies and how it would spike her stress too much for her to even watch on television.
"maybe they can just sedate her during the game." you mumbled rummaging through your bag, alexia chuckling in agreement as a comfortable silence fell between the pair of you.
"i thought i was staying at home tonight?" you frowned confused at the change of the plan as alexia pulled into her own driveway. "tĂș eres, alba is already there but there is something i need to give you first." alexia motioned for you to follow her inside as your frown deepened.
much to alexia's surprise you'd planned to go to her game tomorrow, already having had breakfast plans with alba and brushing it off as being easier to just go to the game with her after rather than making her take you home, alexia forcing herself not to make a big deal over the obvious steps forward not wanting to scare you off.
none the less you left your bag in the car and followed her out of the car, still in your scrubs from work and curiosity peaked as alexia let the two of you inside and called out for her girlfriend.
"hola ol." you greeted the older girl with a smile and a kiss to the cheek as she appeared, kissing alexia when she thought you weren't looking, the habit making you roll your eyes.
but before you could have a chance to properly speak to olga, alexia was pushing at your shoulders and nodding for you to go to her bedroom, olga shrugging as you gave her a curious look.
"you're being weird." you sighed as she told you to take a seat on the bed, ignoring your comment and disappearing into her wardrobe, returning a moment later with a large bag and dropping it on the bed beside you.
"hermana, i know you asked not to speak about it anymore and i will not make this a big thing but-" she paused to tug open the strings of the bag as you peeked inside and frowned again.
"-i know i have not been around and i ignored you and made you feel pushed aside, i acknowledge that. but, you were not ever not on my mind. which is why i kept all of these for you, and i admit i should have maybe just given them to you and made time for you and maybe some of this might have been avoided." alexia explained softly, eyes flickering to read your face but struggling to find a story.
"some are from champions leagues games, the game i scored my first goal back since my injury, the first game i played the full ninety, the captains armband when i first wore it again for barça, my first national game back for españa-" alexia pulled out the shirts one by one, your face still unreadable as your hand ran over the material.
"you kept these for me?" you asked, finally looking up and meeting her gaze as she nodded.
"por supuesto. fresa i have always given you jerseys which are special to me, you might have stopped coming to my games which i understand. but me wishing you were there and wanting you to have these, that never stopped, and you will always mean more to me than any camisa, any game, anything." your sister spoke firmly, a nod all you could manage at the emotions which cascaded down on you.
but never the best at expressing these your sister cleared her throat, quickly packing the jerseys back into the bag and pulling the drawstrings tight again, grabbing it and making a beeline for her bedroom door.
"vamos fres you must be tired from work, i will drive you home."
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i wanted this to rhyme like a dr seuss story but lowk some of them don't make much sense so i apologize!! working on other katsmas stuff now, will hopefully get them out soon <3
grinch!bakugou once celebrated christmas, just once, in his life. though truly, it was only because of you, the perfect girl he'd envisioned as his future wife. he remembers it oh so clearly, that day, so grim and dreary when his punk 8 year old self felt the most bleary. stupid shoto todoroki, with his stupid calmness, had stolen your heart with ease on christmas eve.
grinch!bakugou doesnât recall how you stared at him in agony when heâd threw a heartbreaking fit over the cruel laughs that had pierced him. he never saw the angry tears in your eyes, the hurt that you couldnât speak. your quiet sorrow made him believe you were just as weak.
grinch!bakugou spent most of his life on a tall, lonely hill, avoiding the world below, hiding from all the chill. every few weeks, when couraged dared to grow, bakugou would venture to torment whoville, that idiotic little town, to spread his own woe.Â
grinch!bakugou hated when little eri strolled into his cave and begged him to come to her town to celebrate christmas. he hated it even more when she whispered with a grin, that youâd be there too, at the whobilation as you'd always been.
grinch!bakugou not so subtly quizzed the precious girl about her âinterviewâ with you, in a twist of a swirl. heâd scrunched up his nose when she shyly quoted your words, âhe was a gangly thing, katsuki. i almost fell out my seat when he threw the christmas tree.. nobody knew he had such muscles.â if only you could see him now! all grown and spry, with jacked arms and thighs that could surely defy. bakugou's pride swelled, though heâd never admit, he'd certainly show you, just wait, just sit.
grinch!bakugou who had an internal wrestling match with himself before deciding heâd go.Â
grinch!bakugou never hated shoto todoroki as much as he did this day, when he came upon him, the mayor of whoville, standing besides you in his usual cool sway. you, his darling, love, and lady. and believe it or not, bakugou was quite shady, throwing grunts and growls of curses toward the man.
grinch!bakugou couldnât believe it when the whos around him began cheering at his participation in the whobilation traditions. when heâd harshly judge their puddings with a scowl, they cheered. when he rode around in the chair of cheer as the crowned cheermeister of the year (an odd affair), they cheered louder. when he won the sack race, you cheered too loudly, by mistake, joy bubbling from you, making his heart start to shake.
grinch!bakugouâs festivities were cut short when todoroki handed him a hateful âpresentâ to cause pain, to remind him of his past days as a measly 8 year old strain. his scowl grew bigger still when half and half proposed to you with an abnormally large diamond ring with an icy thrill, along with a brand new car. whoville truly believed the brawn was going to blow up into the stars.Â
eri thought for sure that heâd blow them all away, but the grinch had his own role to play. he didnât like the spotlight, not unless it was for praise, but this time, he took it-- much to their daze. with a sharp nail, he scratched the shiny new ride before grabbing some mistletoe, standing with pride. he flocked up next to you with almost cheeky eyes, and bent over, yelling to all of the town, "KISS MY ASS WHOVILLE!"
that's when chaos began.
the great christmas tree, right in the square, caught fire, ablaze with a fiery flare. but that was just the start of grinch!bakugouâs plan to steal christmas away and ruin the the whos' year.
in a manner so vile, he dressed up as santa, sneaking through homes with a wicked smile. he swiped all the presents, the food, the lights, the furniture too-- and the evil did it with delight.
the next morning, whoville awoke with a cry. the town was in shambles, with no gifts left to buy. while eriâs father, aizawa, stood filled with shame as the mayor accused him at fault, eri climbed the eerie mountain once more, calling bakugouâs name.
she pleaded with him, "save the town, please do!" but he'd come to a realization before she arrived. however, her kind words still reached him, and his heart grew. so down he came, with a sleigh full of loot, riding through whoville to present their belongings.
the whos cheered with relief, but then you cried out, âwait!â you took your ring from the sleigh, and handed it to shoto, sealing your fate. "iâm sorry, my dear, but my heart belongs to another," you said, and then turned to bakugou, who also, turned around, before realizing you meant him!
grinch!bakugou, surprised, paused for a beat. though quickly, a wicked grin spread across his face, his joy complete. with a cruel cackle that rang out, dark and sly, he wiggled his finger at an astonished todoroki who'd sighed in defeat.
grinch!bakugou wrapped an arm around you with a loud, proud shove, still laughing in the mayorâs face. his true love was love. âi guess,â said the crowd, âheâs not changed that much, but perhaps he's found a soft touch.â
#kinda wrote this super messily aaaa#i wanted to make this a bit more detailed but i didnt wanna write another oneshot lol#đđ ăËâ đ« katsmas 2024ăâË âč#katsuki bakugou <3#bakugou katsuki#bakugo#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou fluff#mha x reader#bakugo x you#katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha x reader
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âSUMMARY: you will only find true love once in a lifetime. you claim to have seen it through the craft of art, but when you met the boy who laughed at your dad's jokes and waited for you in front of history class with a bag of cherries, love was marked differently for you. â âTAGS: friends to lovers, fluff, modern setting, slightly aged up characters, nerdy/popular history major jacaerys. corny, slight cliches. golden retriever boyfriend. ââââââââââââ âbased on this idea âWORD COUNT: 3k
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The music was loud to the point it vibrated against the wall in small rhythms, matching every beat of the sounds blasting through your record player. You hummed to the song playing, your right hand moving more delicately and intricately. A soft whine awoke you from the bubble you always created whenever you worked. In the figure of a small, one-year-old puppy sat Vermax who opened his mouth as he yawned, his nose twitching as a cute sneeze came upon him. You laughed softly, reaching down to cuddle the poor thing into your arms.
âIâm sorry buddy, mama has been mean to you huh?â you said as Vermax attempted to bite your fingers that now reached to ruffle the small ears of the golden retriever pup - his tailed waggled in annoyance. You swore you saw him frown. You feigned an offended gasp, âOh my bad, I didnât know the sir wanted attention.â
Vermax barked as he licked your face before resting his small head on your chest. It was a sign he wanted to stay by you. You grinned. Vermax was incredibly clingy and a needy dog, at times you thought Jacaerys - your now one-year boyfriend - influenced his behavior.
Your head tilted to the side, behind the canvas, onto the clock mounted on the wall. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth. âYouâre late.â
As you resumed to continue painting with a now snoring puppy on your lap, your phone rang. The flutter in your stomach made you grin, forgetting the small frustration that Jacaerys had not stopped by.
Before the words slipped out of your mouth, the rapid chatter of your boyfriend rang through your ear beautifully making you chuckle.
âIâm so sorry baby!!â
You heard panting and harsh heaving as he apologized before the sound of the slamming of a door. You figured he ran to his car after class was over. You shook your head in amusement, listening to the ramble of your never-ending chatty boyfriend.
He took a deep breath, âSo, I meant to finish with the class before 4 but Professor Adams wanted to give us a surprise pop quiz before the finals next week! I swear that old lady wants to murder me! Can you believe she called on me five times in a roll attempting to embarrass me? Bad for her because I know the material, but couldnât she call on fucking Lannister?!â Jacaerys rambled. You wondered how in the world did he talk so fast without breathing for air. You did not mind; in fact, it made your day whenever Jacaerys Velaryon spoke to you.
âJace,â you said attempting to talk but your boyfriend was not done. Your mouth twitched, stifling a very heavy laugh now.
âAnyways! Iâm sorry baby! I will be there soon! I hope Vermax wasnât too much, I swear he likes you more than he likes me. But who can blame him? Youâre amazing and beautiful. Kind. Did I say beautiful?â His chatter all landed in one breath.
You laughed hard, âJacaerys breathe!â
Jacaerys paused before he took a big breath of air, âSeven hells⊠sorry. I did it again.â
âApologizing for just telling me about your day? You must be insane now,â your fingers tangled themselves into the soft fur of Vermax as you continued, âI miss you. Vermax is okay, he slept all day and ate. Heâs currently on my lap sleeping once again after throwing a tantrum of not being held. You are influencing him.â
Jacaerys laughed, âI didnât! He just loves you as much as I do,â he paused, âActually no, I love you more than he does, donât let those big eyes of him fool you.â
The sound of your boyfriendâs voice echoed through your body, as if swimming, the waves relaxed you, floating through the deep waves. The grin never slipped.
âDrive safely Jace,â you said, âI miss you.â
The next words that came automatically had your heart jumping out of your chest like a rubber ball. You almost, almost, wanted to scream. You composed yourself.
âI will, Iâm rushing to be yours soon, I love you.â
You released a small squeak, Jacaerys smiled smugly knowing you were blushing, the red staining your cheeks that began to hurt from all the smiling you held. He prided himself on such power, he was the only one who would ever make you swoon, and he swore to be the last.
âI love you more,â you squeaked, the heat of embarrassment overcoming the flatter as you cleared your throat to be heard as normal, âSee you soon.â
Jacaerys chuckled, his laugh deep, âBye my love.â
You hummed in response, knowing if you spoke another word, it would put you as a fool. You hung up after, your hand flying to your chest where you felt the rumble of your heart beating against your chest like hard slams against a drum. Get it together, you thought.
Vermax was awake now, his blue and green eyes shining bright as they eyed you. You felt judged by his stare. Even more so when he tilted his head to the side, his tongue licking his nose before continuing with his stare.
âWhat are you looking at you clingy baby? Your dad is silly! If you want to find a girlfriend Vermax, donât be like your dad, your girlfriend will bite you,â you spoke to the child on your lap who continued to stare, his eyes holding a hinge of judgment, so you claimed, âI hate your dad.â You hmphed.
Vermax barked, his eyes rolling slightly. You gasped, a pout on your lips, âYou traitor,â you picked him up before placing him on your bed where he laid his head on his paws as he stared.
You checked the clock on the wall if you calculated correctly, Jacaerys would be here in 20 minutes, which meant it gave you time to shower. You grimaced when you looked down to judge your state. You were wearing an old jumper, stained with paint everywhere, your hair was pulled back, held by a big hair clip. Quite frankly, you looked like a mess, but when you painted the outfit never mattered. You knew Jacaerys would never mind the way you looked, he never did, he would always receive you with a big smile that made his glasses slide up his nose and a kiss. A kiss that left you breathless every single time.
This time, however, you needed to change, so you rushed into a quick shower and a rapid change of clothes which was your boyfriendâs frat sweater and warm sweats as the weather was getting colder. Winter was here. By the time you finished combing your hair, the door locks being unlocked was heard and suddenly barking - excited barking. You rolled your eyes, of course, Vermax would make a ruckus over Jacaerys.
You applied lotion on your hands before hands wrapped around your waist, a low rumble was enough to make your knees weak. The power of Jacaerys Velaryon. You cursed inwardly. You feigned to be angry knowing it would not last more than ten seconds.
Jacaerys sighed into your neck, âIâve missed you today.â
You hummed in acknowledgment, tapping his hands where they lay on your stomach.
Through the mirror you saw the way Jacaerys frowned, his bangs hanging over his eyes. You stifled a laugh.
âMy love?â he attempted to coddle you, his voice softer, whinier, âBabe⊠Iâm sorry! I should have called you earlier to let you know I was going to be home late.â His hands tightened around your waist when you showed no reaction; he began to press kisses on your neck. âPlease donât be mad,â he pouted.
You giggled, your body twitching as he pressed another kiss on your neck which tickled. He exhaled a breath of relief, âDonât do that!â
You laughed, twisting around to meet him face to face, your hands wrapped around his neck as he leaned you against the bathroom sink. âWhy not? I think itâs funny.â
âNot,â he said, his eyes shining with mischief, a smile on his face as he softly stared. The feeling returned then, the feeling of wanting to scream.
You nodded your head with certainty, a serious look on your face as you tried to hide the loud beating of your heart, âOh yes.â
His eyes shifted to something dark, he licked his lips. Jacaerys scanned you, his eyes moving to trace the details of your face, memorizing every freckle, the shape of your eyes to the faint hue of his favorite color on your cheeks. His eyes stopped on your lips that were parted. His fingers dug into the sweater you wore, a sharp intake from his nose was all it took for you to know.
Jacaerys raised his eyebrow, the motion sending you into an immediate heart attack.
âOh yeah? So do you think it will be funny if I,â he leaned towards you, a smirk on his lips as he saw you dazedly lean in, â⊠do this?â You were ready. Always ready. You needed it. The substance of his love and his dedication. You closed your eyes waiting for the flesh that melted against your lips, the taste of his cherry Chapstick. Jacaerys hummed, you felt his breath giving you a whiplash. He was so close. Suddenly he chuckled.
In a flash, you opened your eyes, and you saw your boyfriend leaning against the wall, a smirk on his lips. You growled in annoyance, jumping on him. A loud âoof!â was heard.
âYou evil!â you exclaimed as he held the flesh under your thighs to push you against him.
Laughing he looked up at you, âWhat? I think itâs funny,â he recalled the same words you gave him. Your eyes flashed with jest, âI hate you,â you pouted, your fingers into his small curls. You knew if he let his hair grow, the curls would be bigger erasing the flat of his hair.
âYou know they say opposites attract,â his lips in a wide grin, âbecause I love you.â
Your face scrunched before groaning, âUgh.â
Jacaerys raised his head to reach you, âGimme kiss, I missed my girl.â
Your hands laid on his cheeks, a soft smile now rested on your lips, âYou saw me this morning doofus.â
He peeked an eye open, before he whined, âGimme a kissssssss.â
The explosions erupted, as it always did every single time you kissed Jacaerys Velaryon. His lips covered yours with such fire that left a tingling feeling after. You molded into his body as he did yours, your legs wrapped around his figure as it gave access to his hands that moved to rest on your back and another into the wet strands of your hair. A groan was heard as his hands pressed you closer. You smiled.
Jacaerys softly bit into your bottom lip before he smiled into the softness of your mouth, âI love you.â
To love Jacaerys felt easy for you, it was as if breathing. You loved everything about him, he was kind, patient, loving, a family man who fought for what he believed in, and he held such fire when it came to defending his family and loved ones. Cregan Stark once told you, âAn angry Jacaerys is like watching a dragon feed on a sheep.â
You remembered how you looked at the tall man, you stared at him dumbly, âCregan what the hell? How do you even know what a dragon looks like or how they hunt?â
Cregan only shrugged as he sipped on his beer, âLook, all Iâm saying Jacaerys is scary. I feel for the people that cross him, shorty got fire.â
Jacaerys was very responsible, and calculative and walked with such confidence that made you wonder how in the hell you managed to grab his attention, but he claimed it was love at first sight. What you will never know was how Jacaerys admired you on the first day of orientation when you wrapped your hand around Alysanne, Creganâs girlfriend, as you chatted about how excited you were to join the art club. He will never tell you how amazed and inspired he felt when he saw your artwork displayed in a gallery, your picture with a small introduction next to it was enough to send his head in a spiral. You were talented, quiet, and reserved, but you were also kind, as he often heard of a girl who helped the elderly in a local shelter that his family often helped out.
History was something he took pride upon, he loved to study, to learn of his ancestors, the history of his people, and the treasures lost but soon to one day be discovered. He took a lot of pride in his eagerness to expand his knowledge despite the person he looked like on the outside. Popular, rich, soon-to-be co-president of the frat house, a nerd? That was a contradiction, out of the status quo. However, he cared about nothing other than succeeding and making his family proud, the opinions of his family never made him hesitant or ashamed. He carried his last name with pride.
During the first year, Valyrian history was a class he excitedly enrolled in, and he almost broke his legs coming down steps to his seat when he saw you sitting in the second roll of the grand hall. He told the old gods how thankful he was to share a class with you. More he thanked the gods when the professor assigned a teammate project. There you sat, an awkward expression on your soft features, you looked around in anxiety, you knew no one and you had no idea how to approach someone new.
You jumped when a soft voice spoke from above you, âDo you want to be my partner?â
The book in your hands slipped as the stranger stood confidently, waiting for your response. Your cheeks became hot, âUh⊠yeah., of course! Iâd love to.â You cringed at the stutters and the disorganization of the spot where you sat. Jacaerys only smiled, though inside he was doing cartwheels.
âIâm Jacaerys Velaryon, first year,â he said as he smiled softly towards you. You organized your books, before eyeing his hand that reached for yours. You smiled politely as you gave your name.
âThatâs a pretty name,â he said before he focused on the board as he listened intently. You blushed.
âThank you,â you mumbled quietly, your face feeling like it was going to melt.
A friendship grew then, and in two weeks, you and Jacaerys became the biggest friends. You always thanked him for helping you with your history homework, but the only response you got was a shake of the head and a wave. He was more than happy to help you. Every Tuesday and Thursday in the mornings you met Jacaerys on the stairs to the main hall where the history lecture was held and in his hand was always a bag of cherries. Your favorite. The color stained your lips just as the color of your cheeks never left when you were beside him.
âHere,â you said one day before class. Jacaerys pushed his glasses up his head to hold his bangs back. His eyes rounded with confusion. You chuckled, âThis is for you, as a thank you. You know⊠for being a good friend and helping me every single time.â
Jacaerys heart felt as if it was going to be heard by you, uncovering the deepest feelings he felt for you. In his hands now laid a handmade ceramic piece in the form of a dragon. The details were very defined, and he wondered how long it took you to finish, it looked professional, very rich in the colors, and you spent dedicated time crafting all the details onto the piece. He gasped as he saw the hidden message.
From you, comes the blood of the dragon.
His head snapped to meet you, his expression tender and appreciative, âThank you, y/n.â
You smiled widely, your toes curling into the soles of your shoes as you beamed proudly, âYouâre welcome Jace.â
The term ended but your friendship with the man you grew feelings for did not. In hidden messages, you showed your love through crafts, taking every technique, you learned in your studio classes to craft small things for the friend who held your heart. Jacaerys cherished those gifts more than his life, proudly showing it off that Cregan called him âLovesick Romeo.â
Whether he kept the gifts or not, you will never know, but you hoped that he did, they were messages of your love for him.
During midterms, you jokingly mentioned his name sounded so ancient.
âIâm telling Mom youâre calling her old,â was all he said before he smiled when he saw you stop your giggles in fear. Rhaenyra adored you, often did she texted you a good morning and a wish for you to have the best day. To you, she was your other mother, and never did she let you call her Rhaenyra or Ms. Targaryen, nagging your ear off to be called mom.
âYou know, as ancient as it sounds, it does look pretty in cursive,â your eyes shined with intrigue, Jacaerys knew already your small habits, the expressions you pulled whenever you switched moods. He knew that now you were about to tell him about art. He only leaned back on his chair, his arms crossed against his chest as he softly smiled, his full attention on you.
You grabbed your drawing pad and your bamboo brush; your small tube of black ink was uncapped as you excitedly showed him what you meant. He watched as you concentrated, your hair falling perfectly around your face, your eyes focused as the inner of your forehead creased and you frowned. He only watched you counting down the days for the perfect time to ask you the big question.
âOkay! Look!â
Jacaerys leaned over you, your hands touching sending your skin in goosebumps. You cleared your throat to show indifference. âYour name is beautiful,â you mentioned softly. Jacaerys locked eyes with you, his brown eyes so glassy that you saw your reflection through his. You gasped softly.
âYou made it beautiful,â he said, âYour writing is beautiful, are you learning that now?â
You were thankful he switched topics as you swore you almost puked from the overwhelming feelings that consumed you whole. âYeah,â you cleared your throat once again, âTypography, though itâs in digital, is something about tracing different fonts and all that helps too and is effective in the real world.â
Jacaerys hummed, his long fingers tracing the ink on the paper, âSounds cool.â
You smiled, âItâs very cool.â
You were finally done with finals, cheering softly into the softness of your pillow. Vermax jumped on you, his mouth nibbling on your hair, âVermax,â you groaned when he pulled a little too hard, âYou evil baby.â
A soft âroof,â was heard before he flopped beside you to chew on his plushie Jacaerys had gotten him from Dragonstone.
You flopped on your stomach, your arms hugging the pillow closer to your face, your brain empty, enjoying the comfortable silence. Jacaerys was at his last final of the semester, he left for school after you did so you took the time to relax before going out later that night. Cregan and Alysanne along with Benjicot and a few other friends of Jacaerys invited you both to the bar to celebrate the end of the semester.
As you stared around the bedroom you noticed a shiny box hidden under the cabinet where you and Jacaerys stacked a collection of films and books. You raised an eyebrow, watching the box glimmer against the light of the room. âHuh.â
You stood up to approach the box you had never seen before. As you were about to open it, the phone rang making you jump in fright. âSeven fucking hells!â
Eyeing the box you answered the phone, âHello?â
âHi baby, sorry! Just a quick question before I head to the test hall. Mom invited us to the city for a family dinner and she asked if you were up for it. Joff has been whining her ear off how much he misses you,â Jacaerys spoke quickly and quietly, you knew he was outside the hall.
âAbsolutely! Yeah, Iâll call her right now actually.â
âOkay, thatâs all. Iâve gotta go, the professor is here, Iâll see you soon. I love you!â
You smiled, the hold on the phone tightened, âI love you so much more, good luck!â
The phone call was cut short, you prayed he did well, but you never doubted he would do terribly. Jacaerys was very much a nerd hidden behind the popularity of his name and the circle of friends he had. He loved his books more than anything, always eager to know more.
Your eyes went back to the box that tempted you to open, you clicked your tongue. Untying the ribbon, you lifted the hard lid off, your jaw dropping at the contents of the box. âWhat the -â
Inside the box held every piece of love you ever crafted for Jacaerys, every piece you made with a small sticky note with a date. Your eyes watered, he had kept it all. For two years, Jacaerys Velaryon kept every message you gave him, the small dragon you gifted him sat by his bedside with a picture of you and him. He claimed it was to keep you close whenever you went to work or class. The tears ran down your cheeks as you went over every piece, every painting, and sculpture, until you stopped at a note.
âOh, my g-â
Jacaerys.
The piece of paper was old, the edges where it seemed to have been ripped off a book glared at you. The memories flooded upon you. You recalled how angry and sad you were when the paper you wrote his name in calligraphy disappeared from your drawing book. In your hands laid the same people you mourned over. On the bottom relied on a new message. A message that made you choke on the sob you released. One of full love and happiness.
February 8th, the day I began counting down the days I would ask her to be mine forever.
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Imagine Being Loved By Me (Sylus x Fem!Reader)
Summary:
âIâll relent. Give my kitten a few hours toâŠplay with her toy. To do as she pleases.â
In short, itâs the MC/Readerâs birthday and Sylus letâs her have her way with him.
Pairing: Sylus x Fem!Reader or MC
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY
Words: 4.6 K
AO3 Link Here
Tags: Light Dom/Sub, Dom!MC or Dom!Reader, Sub!Sylus, Bondage, Cumming (kinda) Untouched, Overstimulation, Porn but there's a thread of a plot
Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy! I haven't really written anything like this in a LOOOONG time so if it's not great I apologize. This is basically just me going hmm, what if you tied him up and made him cry. And well uhhâŠ.idk this happened. If you aren't into Submissive Sylus then I'm sorry, you'll probably want to skip out on this one â„ïčâ„
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You awoke to rays of sun gently fanning across your face. Your nose scrunched up and you stretched your hands above your head, groaning slightly as your joints began to pop. You felt arms wrap around your waist and you smiled slightly, eyes opening slightly, glancing to the side.
âSomeoneâs up bright and early,â Sylus sighs, arms bringing you closer to him. His head moves to the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath and giving you a gentle kiss on your pulse point. Your smile widens, cradling the back of his head and guiding him upwards. You share a small peck before pulling back, adoration clear in your gaze.
âHappy birthday, my love,â he whispers into the morning air. You kiss him again as he envelopes you in his embrace.
The day progresses as any other day would, aside from the fact that itâs your birthday and Sylus will stop at nothing to shower you with gifts and attention. Did you mention a beautiful Tiffany & Co. necklace you wanted? He got you the entire collection. You said you wanted a new purse right? He took it upon himself to get you every Birkin he could find in person. It was all too much for you, having a more reserved and shy personality usually, but itâs your birthday so why not live a little.
Sylus led you from place to place, joining you in all of your favorite hobbies before surprising you at the end of the night with your closest friends and coworkers at the local karaoke bar. Sylus had to use his pseudonym, Skye, just as he did when you had coincidentally met him in a similar circumstance. Only this time, instead of trying to distance yourself from him the entire night, you were doing your best not to drag him towards you and kiss him until you saw stars.
âSweetie,â he whispered in your ear, a shiver running up your spine, âyou still have one more gift that youâll need to open.â
âOh?â You questioned, your eyebrow raising ever so slightly. âAnd what might that gift be? Donât tell me you bought me an entire island or something ridiculous.â
Sylus was silent for a beat, causing you to straighten and whirl around, eyes wide and mouth agape at the implication. He chuckles while shaking his head, eyes scrunching up at the corners. âNo my dear, though it can be arranged. All you need to do is ask,â
âNO, no Iâm definitely happy and definitely donât need you to spend anything more than you already have,â you stammer, a light blush coloring your cheeks. His laughter dies down and he smirks, leaning forward so his mouth is up against your ear.
âNo love, this gift wonât cost me a thing,â his breath fanning out across your ear. Almost as if he could hear your confusion, he clarifies for you.
âIâll relent. Give my kitten a few hours toâŠplay with her toy. To do as she pleases.â
You could feel warmth rush through you in that moment, understanding the implication of his words. You never believed in the phrase âbutterflies in your stomachâ until now, feeling the strange sensation combined with your heart stuttering in your chest, you could tell that it was going to be a long night.
After Sylusâ slight teasing, you slowly begin to exit the karaoke bar, hugging friends and catching up with some old co-workers here and there before finally making a subtle departure. You didnât want to ruin the party for everyone else, but you also had a present waiting at home that had been plaguing your mind for hours now. You snatched Sylusâ hand and started dragging him over to his motorcycle, the man squeezing your hand gently.Â
âI see someoneâs anticipation is slowly getting the best of her,â he teased. The motorcycle came into view, which only made you take larger strides.
âIf I had known how much youâd enjoy this gift, I wouldâve departed a long time ago-â his voice was cut off by you suddenly swinging him forward, leaning him against the bike before cupping his cheeks. His eyes widened before you brought his face forward, your lips colliding in an aggressive kiss, showcasing your pent up frustration. He hummed into the kiss before his hands came to rest on your hips.Â
As the kiss deepened, his hands snake towards your ass, that is until you swatted them away. You broke the kiss to find an adorably confused expression on his face. You lean forward, slightly on your tiptoes to try to make eye contact.
âIâm sorry, I thought the birthday girl was going to call the shots. Isnât that right?â You questioned him with a smug demeanor. His eyes darkened before nodding. You grabbed his chin and pulled him in for another kiss, where it was obvious that you were in complete control. He could feel the smile on your face before pulling back again.
âThatâs my good boy.â
He groans, eyes closing again before you bring him back into a possessive kiss. You wanted to muffle any sounds he might make in case anyone had the audacity of hearing him in this state; a state only you were allowed to see. You broke apart from him again, his eyes opening again and looking towards you for further direction.
âLetâs get you home baby, Iâll take care of you,â you softly tell him, hand cupping his face and thumb gently wiping just before his eye. He nods mindlessly at you before whispering âyes maâam.â He climbs atop of the motorcycle as you follow close behind. Before you realize it, Sylus is weaving in and out of traffic at speeds you knew were nowhere near safe. Could it be due to your hand squeezing his inner thigh, your chest pressed against his back ever so tightly.Â
When you arrive at home, you notice that the twins and Mephisto arenât there to welcome you home. You sigh slightly out of exasperation, taking Sylusâ hand once more before leading him inside the house. The darkness and silence is all encompassing, all that can be heard in yours and Sylusâ breaths desperately trying to calm yourselves of your racing heartbeats.
As you move through the house, you finally locate the bedroom door, noticing that candles had been lit, illuminating the room in a gentle glow.Â
âIâll have to give the boys their thanks later,â you state, giggling slightly to yourself at the turn of events.
Sylus frowns slightly before squeezing your hand harder to indicate his irritation at the mention of the twins. You laugh openly now, ushering Sylus to sit on the bed.
âIt seems that someoneâs a jealous little toy huh,â you speak, an authoritative tone engulfing your words in a new weight. Sylus scoffs, crossing his arms and turning his head to the side.
âAs though you wouldnât be upset with me if I starting bringing up other women in the bedroom,âÂ
âWhat other women Sylus,â you speak up, your hands grabbing his wrists and unfolding his arms. You widen your stance and take a seat on his lap, your index finger and thumb grasping his chin to force him to look you in the eye. He looks at you with a slight scowl on his face, but his widening pupils and growing bulge in his pants tells you that the expression is just for show.
âEnlighten me,â you tease, leaning forward so your lips ghost his ever so slightly, âwhat other women are you talking to?â The question falls upon deaf ears as your hand moves from his chin to his hair, curling around some strands before gripping tightly, tugging his head backwards. Sylus gasps sharply as you feel his cock twitch below you. You move your head swiftly to his neck, kissing up his neck before reaching his jawline just below his ear. You start sucking sharply, nipping at the skin to ensure that a mark appears in your wake.Â
He moans low, his hands fisting the sheets below him. His head falls to the side, allowing you greater access to his neck. You let go of the sensitive skin, but you donât move away. Your breaths dampening the skin below you before you ask again, âAnswer me Sylus: What other women are you talking to?âÂ
âNo one,â he states, sounding out of breath and ragged before groaning again as you bite his neck with pressure just enough to leave a mark. You release his neck before licking a stripe upwards, whispering in his ear, âthatâs a good boy,â before softly biting his ear lobe.
Sylusâ hips buck upwards, searching for any kind of friction. You let out a âhmphâ before grinding down harshly, forcing a muttered âoh fuckâ out of his mouth.Â
âNow that wonât do,â you state, slowly getting up from his lap. He opens his eyes slowly, half lidded. His eyes watch you as you move your way towards the dresser, his breath stuttering as he sees you grab rope you both are all too familiar with. He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees with his hands behind his back.Â
âHow obedient,â you observe as he sits, awaiting for your instruction, âbut we wonât be in this position today.â He quirks an eyebrow up at you, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. You smirk as well, knowing that the poor bastard had no idea what he had signed up for when offering his last present to you.
You kick off your heels and crawl in front of him on your knees. His chest starts rising and falling more noticeably and he tries to calm his breathing. You start undressing him, giving gentle instructions as needed. He obeyed without any resistance and as you were slowly peeling off his last layer, cock springing upwards and onto his stomach, you heard a quiet moan leave him.Â
You remove the boxers and throw them to the side, attention stuck on the pretty pink length twitching slightly at your gaze. You lean forward, licking a fat stripe on the underside of his cock, reveling in the way his breath stutters and his thighs shake. You give a quick suck to the head before pulling back, raising your head upwards to make eye contact with the man.
âSweetie please,â he whispers, hand reaching forward to grab your waist. You quickly took his wrist and put your other hand on the middle of his check slowly pushing him backwards on the bed, pinning his hands above his head, straddling his hips. You could feel his cock underneath you through your jeans, moving your hips in a subtle circular motion. You hear him whimpering faintly, and you squeeze his wrists before letting them go. His wrists stay above his head, his gaze pleading with you to let him feel you in his rough grasp.
You grab the forgotten rope at your side before cupping his cheek, bringing him into a tender kiss. Sylus attempted to deepen the kiss, but you smiled and pulled away.Â
âSpread out baby,â you say to him, unraveling the rope. He rolls his eyes and spreads out, his hands and feet pointing towards their respective corners.
âYou know, when I offered up this as a present, I wasnât expectingâŠâ he trails off, trying to find the right words, âall of this enthusiasm. I thought you enjoyed begging underneath me, begging for my co-âÂ
He was cut off from his bratty tirade by a sharp slap to the inner thigh, causing his hips to buck and the words to die on his tongue.
âI didnât think I needed to keep that pretty mouth of yours in check,â you say with a bored tone, sighing slightly. You finish up tying the last ankle to the corner of the bed, using a single column tie for his wrists and ankles. As you lean back to acknowledge your handiwork, you can see his arms and legs straining a little, testing out the ropes. Unfortunately for him, the ropes are secure and unless heâs willing to beg, there's no getting out of them now.
You straddle his midriff and he looks up at you with a slight scowl at you tying him down. You cup his cheeks with your hands and kiss him deeply, languidly. Youâre able to take your time now and youâre going to savor every second of it. He kisses you back, matching your leisurely pace.
You part the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. âI have scissors in the left hand drawer,â you mutter, kissing the corner of his mouth. âThe safe word is Featherstar. Do I make myself clear?â You look at him sternly, wanting him to take this seriously. He nods his head and attempts to lean forward to kiss you once more. You click your tongue at him, moving away.Â
âIâm gonna need you to use your words my love,â you tell him in a hushed tone. He pouts at you but nods again, replying with a simple âYes maâam, I understand.â
âThank you sweetie,â you whisper in his ear, causing him to shiver. You start kissing down his neck, leading the middle of his chest. You start sucking and biting different areas on his chest, knowing that the man would start unraveling at the seams. Sure enough, he was humming and groaning at the attention his chest was receiving.
You moved towards his nipple, dragging your tongue across the sensitive bud. You felt it perk up and start to harden as you swirled your tongue around it in small circles.
âOh sweetie, fuck,â he sighs, his arms straining against the ropes. He lets out an annoyed huff followed by a low pitched groan and you start to suck on the raised bud. You continue sucking and your other hand caresses his side, trailing your fingers upwards until they reach his other nipple. You tweak the unoccupied nipple in between your fingers, pinching and rubbing it in small circles similar to your tongues movements before swapping the two. Your mouth comes and replaces your hand while your other hand comes up to caress his pec.Â
Sylus moans and twitches underneath you, becoming more and more agitated by his inability to touch you. âBaby, when will you release me? This is getting a bit boring, donât you think?â He tries his best to keep his voice from wavering with arousal.Â
You look up at him and bite down on his nipple, causing the man to moan and tip his head back on the bed. You release his nipples and kiss your way to the center of his chest again. âBargaining isnât going to work my dear, Iâm afraid youâre just going to have to get used to this.â
He tries to calm his breathing as you start caressing his body, your fingers applying feather light pressure to him, goosebumps rising on his skin. You venture lower until youâre sitting back, his cock straining against his stomach in a red color that looks somewhat irritated from the lack of attention.Â
Your touch delicately brushes against his length, his cock jumping and twitching with every touch. âYouâre killinâ me sweetie,â he says, sounding out of breath. You continue the movements, making no effort to apply anymore pressure or stimulation. He whimpers as his dick starts leaking a constant stream of precum, creating a shallow puddle on his stomach.Â
âYou can come just from this canât you?â You ask, tilting your head to the side. He shakes his head slightly before flinching as your fingers gather some of the precum, teasing the tip. His thighs flex, trying to plant his feet onto the mattress but to no avail. You giggle at his reaction, playing with the slit before leaning forward, licking the shell of his ear.
âDonât you want to make me proud? It is my birthday after all,â you purr into his ear, his breathing becoming erratic. You could tell he was close, all he needed was some pushing. You took your free hand and grasped his hair.Â
âDonât you want to be a good boy, make me proud?â You say, tugging his hair so his head would be pulled back. He made a choked off noise and shut his eyes suddenly, whimpering as he came, hot streaks of cum shooting up towards his chest. You could see the veins in his arms protruding from being restricted. You smiled, cooing in his ear praises of how well he was doing.Â
Sylus took a few calming breaths before looking at you, his eyes glassy and gaze filled with longing. âPlease baby, let me go,â he tries again. You shake your head before getting up, straddling him again. He quirks an eyebrow before you start to undress yourself, shimmying out of your jeans and pulling off your top, only left in a matching underwear set you treated yourself to for your big day. His eyes widened as he gazed upon the maroon lace seemingly painted across your breasts.
His distraction was evident as you started to crawl your way upwards, pussy hovering over his face. Even so, his eyes had not left the lingerie once. It seemed as though he was unaware as to what your next move would be, completely taken aback by your choice of attire to ask any questions. You gripped his hair again to tilt his head backwards so he made eye contact with you.Â
âTry to keep up,â you stated, using your other hand to push your panties aside. His mouth drops open, saliva beginning to pool in his mouth. Before he can retort, your thighs spread further apart, sitting yourself on his mouth, nose nudging your clit. You moan out as he tongue begins to work you open, lapping up the wetness with a new refound vigor. You started rutting against his mouth, grinding downward so his nose would grind against your clit at an addicting pace.
âYour tongue-â you groan, removing your hands so you could place them behind you, leaning back against his thighs, âGod youâre good at this.â You gripped his upper thighs, feeling the firm muscle underneath your hands quivering. You lifted your hips up and away from his mouth for a moment to let him catch his breath. The smug satisfaction pools in the pit of your stomach as you see his chin glisten, mouth open while he takes a brief reprieve.Â
âYou better get your ass back over here sweetie-â he starts, impatience in his voice. You roll your eyes at him once more pushing yourself back into his mouth. âIâm gonna need to punish you for speaking out of turn like that, ya know,â you tell him, grinding down harder and harder as he works you open. You gasp as he starts fucking you open with his tongue, moaning at your taste.Â
You glance behind you and find not only is he fully erect again, but it seems heâs just as close to release as you. And well, we canât have that can we?
You could feel yourself getting close, and as rode him harder and faster, you reached for his cock behind you, squeezing just under his head. Sylus whimpers loudly in response, but continues to bring you closer and closer to the edge.
With one last nudge of his nose against your clit, your eyes rolled in the back of your head, body going stiff and you came on his tongue. You could feel him pant against your thigh as he tried to calm himself, hips thrusting upward to try and reach his release as well.
âLove please let me come, please, you tasted so good I wanna come too, please,â he begs, mumbling against the inside of your thigh. You pull back from his mouth as he whimpers in protest. You raise up, letting go of his cock as it falls against his stomach heavily. You take off your bra and panties, looking at him with a devious glint in your eye.Â
You grab him by the chin so his mouth would open slightly. âOpen up,â you ordered and he reluctantly obeyed. You realized he was going to try to come up with a witty retort, but you knew how to satiate him for the time being. You took your panties coated in your wetness and shoved them in his mouth, gagging him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and moaned loudly.Â
âDonât worry Sylus, I just wanted to save your stamina,â you tell him, moving backwards so your cunt was hovering over his cock. He shivered and moaned at the feeling of you grinding down on his dick, heavy with want and radiating with heat. You moved your cunt against him, slicking up his dick. You finally lifted up and grabbed the base of his shaft, circling the head around your entrance. He started breathing heavily through his nose, the pressure from his yanking causing the ropes around him making the bed frame creak.Â
âSuch a patient boy, youâve been waiting so nicely,â you gasp out as you slowly start to sink down on him. He moans loudly, voice muffled by the panties. You take him inch by inch before sitting fully on him, feeling filled to the brim. All that can be heard are the desperate breaths between the two of you. You place your hands on his abs before raising yourself up, tip almost slipping out. As your hips come down forcefully, you hear a punched out moan escape Sylus, little noises escaping him the more you move, however slight.
You start riding him with new vigor, bouncing up and down on his cock, trying to get him to reach deeper and deeper inside you. His moans are becoming louder and louder, with whimpers escaping him whenever you take a moment to sit and swivel your hips in circular motions. The sounds Sylus begins to make sound more and more frantic, wobbly from desperation.
âItâs ok, cum for me Sylus. Fill me up, I wanna be filled with your cum,â your tone sounding strained and you uncontrollably start moving on his cock, desperate for him. It only takes a few more times bouncing on his cock before you hear a muffled shout, feeling warmth spread through you. You moan out, a high pitched squeal leaving your lips as you cum around his cock, milking him inside of you.
You look over and see his head lolled to the side, saliva dripping out of the side of his mouth around your panties. You lean forward and gently move his face so he looks at you. You cup his cheek and praise him as you gingerly remove the panties from his mouth. He breathes through his mouth deeply, coughing slightly.Â
You had planned to be done from here, thinking that you've had enough fun, but you canât help but think of how far youâll be able to push the infamous leader of Onychinus. A devious part in you wants to break him, while another part of you wants to give him mercy.Â
You decide to be selfish, still craving more and more from him. You squeeze around his cock and he groans out, mumbling a soft âbaby, pleaseâ. Before long, you start moving in circles again, and Sylus is below you, pleading with tears in his eyes.
âOh God, oh fuck, I donât- I donât know if I- SHIT!â He yells out, tears escaping from the corner of his eyes, head hitting the bed behind him hard as he tries grasping for something, anything to keep him grounded.
âMiss please, please, I canât I- I need to touch you please please,â he begs, voice coming out shaky as you start lifting yourself up and down on his cock again. You were getting tired and felt as though his punishment had gone on long enough.
âJust your legs-â before you could continue, Sylusâ evol appears out of thin air, slicing the ropes that are connecting his ankles to the corners of the bed. You startle, stopping for a second before yelping, bracing your hands on his chest as he plants his feet into the bed, roughly thrusting up into you. You moan out harshly, sounds punching out of you with every thrust of his hips.Â
âYou feel so good around me sweetie, so hotâŠso softâŠkiss me,â he babbles. You prop yourself up and surge forward, meeting him in the middle. Your teeth clash and you can feel desperation in the kiss as you both try to ground yourselves with the other.Â
âSylus pleaseâŠplease I need more, I need you to mark me, claim me, Iâm all yours,â you whimper. His arms flex and his biceps bulge at the urge to grab you, feel your plush skin against his roughened palms. He whimpers at the realization of the restraints, giving you a pleading look that could send you to your knees.
âTouch me Sylus,â you order. Within an instant, his voice evol slashes the ropes and heâs grabbing you, taking you by the hips and physically lifting you up and down his cock. You scream out in pleasure as you can feel your release approaching swiftly. You can tell by his sloppy movements and frenzied expression that heâs close as well.Â
You begin to chant his name over and over, having the words be punched out of you by his thrusts. You feel him hitting you deeper and deeper, fucking his cum back into you over and over again. You grasp the back of his neck and pull him to you, kissing him sloppily.Â
As he returns the kiss to you, you break away slightly with a silent scream, hurdling over the edge and feeling nothing but a white static. Your body feels euphoric and, at the sight of your pleasure, Sylus gasps and thrusts up into you with one sharp movement, cumming hard to the point where it bordered on painful. After coming down from your highs, You languidly grab one of the random pieces of clothing you had discarded before to wipe off his chest.Â
Before you could get up to get some more cleaning supplies, Sylus holds you captive in his arms as he slowly leans back onto the bed, cradling your head and bringing you to his chest. As your breaths slow and the drowsiness starts to appear, you look up at Sylus.
âThank you Sylus,â You whisper to him, kissing the center of his chest. He clutches you harder, kissing the top of your head. âI had no idea my love could be soâŠdomineering,â he chuckled as you blushed, hiding your face into his chest. He laughed once more before kissing your head again.Â
âI donât mind it though. We can play around a bit more in the future but,â he stops, contemplating for a moment. You look up at him with hope and mischief in your eyes. He sighs and holds you tighter, mumbling âmaybe for special occasions only though. Donât want my kitten to get too greedy with her toys now.âÂ
You laugh and hug him closer to you, craving the intimacy of just being close to him. He tugs you upwards and burrows his head into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in before he confides, âI donât think Iâll ever be able to let you go.â
You giggle a little at his words and kiss his shoulder, âI donât think I mind that. Not at all.â
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Author's Note: HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! If you'd like to see any other stories or continuations of this let me know, I'd be happy to write some more.
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Fall Into Me
dbf!Joel x f!reader
The first TLOU fic I ever read was a dbf!Joel story and it left an indelible mark on my soul. Unfortunately, I never bookmarked it so I have no idea which one it was. It's only natural that I had to try my hand at one at some point. So, here we are.
Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.
Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.
Word Count: 4.1k
Series Warnings: Mature to start, but will ultimately be Explicit, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. There will be angst, drama, fluff, humor, romance, smut... basically, the works. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname from her dad, which will be explained at some point.
Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics
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Chapter One: The Day That I Met You
If you asked him over a decade ago where heâd be now, Joel Miller would not have placed himself as a single father to a tenacious pre-teen desperately trying to keep things afloat. He spent too many hours in the week working to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He would be lost without the help of his brother and the few friends he had. He had no social life to speak of and could not for the life of him remember the last time he went on an actual date.
No, back then, Joel thought heâd be living the good life in ten yearsâ time â traveling, going out with the boys, maybe have a girlfriend or wife. Basically, just getting to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Donât get him wrong, though. He was still living a good life; it just was a different sort of good than what he hoped for back in the day.
He loved his daughter with every fiber of his being. Sarah was the best damn thing that ever happened to him, his entire world, and he wouldnât change the past ten years for anything. He bent over backwards doing whatever it took to make his little girl feel cared for, happy, and loved. He just wished there was a little energy left for something for himself at the end of the day.
Joel Miller was drained. Mentally, physically, and emotionally.
He awoke with a groan as the bright sunlight broke through the gap in his curtains. It was Saturday â his birthday â and he hoped to sleep in, at least a little. Between the brightness of the morning and the stifled sounds of clanging pans and voices carrying up the stairs from his kitchen, sleeping in was not happening.
He hauled himself out of bed with a groan worthy of a man twenty years his senior and stretched out his limbs to ease the achiness in his bare back and chest from too much manual labor. Throwing on a pair of well-worn sleep pants and a faded tee shirt, Joel slipped from his bedroom and down the stairs. He moved rather quietly for a man of his size, stealing a moment to lean against the entryway into the kitchen and watch as Sarah and Tommy worked together making breakfast.
The counters were a mess of spilled pancake mix, eggshells, and⊠was that coffee dripping over the edge and onto the floor? It was a toss-up on who made the bigger mess, his ten-year-old daughter, or his grown ass brother. Still, Joel could not stop the smile spreading across his face as he watched them laughing and teasing each other. That, right there, was the reason he worked so hard, why the loneliness was worth it.
When Tommy flipped the stovetop off, Sarah turned to find her dad smiling goofily at them. âHappy Birthday, Dad!â she exclaimed, launching herself at his chest. Her lanky arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her off the ground in a big bear hug.
âThanks, baby girl,â Joel replied, pressing his lips to her forehead in a quick kiss before he settled her feet on the ground.
âWe made you breakfast!â Sarah declared, gesturing toward the disaster zone formerly known as his kitchen.
âI see that,â he chuckled, voice still slightly rough with sleep.
Tommy turned with a smirk, hands grasping two plates filled with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. âTake a seat, brother. Let us take care of you on your birthday.â Placing the food on the small dining table, Tommy roughly patted his brotherâs shoulders. âDonât worry âbout the mess, Iâm on cleanup duty after we eat.â
âWe expectinâ company? Thatâs a helluva lot of food,â Joel grumbled. He needed coffee, stat.
âYeah, JB is cominâ over to see ya before heading to the airport. His daughter finished grad school over the summer and is moving back home.â Tommy set more food and a full mug of dark roast coffee in front of his brother. The scent alone made Joel perk up a little.
The Millers hadnât met you yet, having only become friends with your dad through work after youâd already left for college on the east coast. Your dad had a good decade on Joel, but he and the Miller brothers got on like a forest fire from what he told you. With visits home always short and rushed, busy catching up with family and your own friends, there was never time for your dad to introduce you all. Now you were coming home for good and would have plentiful opportunities for spending time with your dad and his friends.
âSpeak of the devil,â Tommy muttered as the doorbell rang. Sarah bounded to the door to greet your dad with a hug. In many ways, the girl reminded him of you when you were young, and it always brought a smile to his face.
âThere he is! The man of the hour. Happy Birthday, buddy!â Your dad, John, or JB as the Millers called him, ruffled Joelâs already mussed hair, leaving a few locks standing straight up in further disarray. Pulling a 12-pack of beer from behind his back, your dad set it on the table in front of Joel, topped with a little red bow. âI gotcha a lilâ something to celebrate.â
âGood man,â Joel replied with a chuckle. âHave a seat and help me eat all this. Tommy just told me your lilâ girl is coming home, finally.â
Your dadâs face lit up even more at the mention of you coming home. âSheâs not so little anymore, but I sure am glad sheâs moving back here. Said she had enough of the east coast, but I think she just missed her olâ man.â After wolfing down some food, he added, âThink we could host a small barbecue here this coming weekend to celebrate? Your backyard is way nicer than mine and you got the pool and all.â
âNot to mention that fancy ass grill,â Tommy chimed in.
Swallowing a long sip of his morning go juice, Joel nodded. âOf course. Invite whoever you want. Iâm looking forward to finally meeting your daughter.â
âMe too!â Sarah added. She heard a lot about you from your dad and hoped you were as cool in person as he made you out to be.
Joelâs mind started spinning upon hearing his daughterâs excitement. With her school hours being so different from his typical work hours, he was spending a small fortune on after school care for Sarah. She was still too young for him to leave home alone, especially on those days where heâs stuck late at a job. He was barely scraping by as it was and couldnât really afford the cost of after school programs. PerhapsâŠ
âJB, ya think your daughter would mind watching Sarah during the week while sheâs home. Drop off and pick up from school and keeping her company âtil I get home from work? I could pay her â it wouldnât be much, but better than nothinâ, I imagine.â He watched Sarahâs eyes light up at the suggestion and knew it was a good choice.
âIâm sure sheâd love to. She wasnât planning on finding a real job until after the holidays, so I know sheâll be free during the day,â your dad replied. âIâll talk to her about it on the ride back from the airport and let you know.â
Three suitcases and a carry-on bag. Thatâs all you had left from six and a half years of pursuing higher education in North Carolina. You sold or gave away anything that did not fit into your luggage or hold sentimental value of your time away. Now, you were moving back home to save some money before you had to start chipping away at the mountain of student loan debt you accrued.
You loved learning, always have, but you were relieved to be done with school. Equipped with a bachelorâs degree in earth sciences and a masterâs in education, you felt like a real adult ready to take the world of middle school by storm⊠well, starting after the new year, maybe. For now, you needed several months of limited to no responsibility to recoup your mental and physical energy. That last couple years of school really burned you out. Not to mention the last-minute rejection of a teaching position you thought was in the bagâŠ
Anyway, you were better off leaving North Carolina behind and returning to Austin. You missed your dad something fierce and his particular brand of caring for you was exactly what your weary soul needed. It was you and him against the world, just like when you were a kid.
You flight was smooth and uneventful, yet you were relieved to deboard the plane. Something about being stuck in a tin can at the mercy of someone elseâs ability to keep the thing from plummeting to the ground really aggravated your anxiety. Flying was something you would never enjoy; it was merely a means to an end when you wanted to travel long distances.
The journey to baggage claim was a slog with the crowd of passengers all heading to the same place. You were wondering how youâd wrangle three large suitcases by yourself when you caught sight of your dad. His broad smile took over his face when he spotted you, rushing over to sweep you up in a big bear hug.
âHey Spud, how was the flight?â he asked as you waited for the baggage carousel to begin moving. âLooks like it was a full plane.â
âIt was, but the flight was good. Iâm really glad to be home.â
âMe, too, kid.â
You settled into a comfortable silence, watching various pieces of luggage pass by on the carousel. Your bags were scattered, and you had to wait several cycles to get all of them. Your dad lugged the final suitcase over the carousel with a grunt. âJesus, what you got in this one? Bricks? A body?â
âThat one has my gaming system and half a closet full of clothes,â you replied with a laugh.
Before long, everything was loaded into your dadâs truck, and you were heading back towards town. The radio hummed at a low volume as you both chatted about everything and nothing all at once.
âHey, so I know you said you werenât looking for full-time work until after the new year, but I have a proposition for you.â Your dadâs eyes stayed focused on the road, and you merely quirked a brow waiting for him to continue. âMy buddy Joel â you know the one I told you about? Well, his daughter is ten and he needs some help with the school run and after school care. Our work hours arenât exactly the same as elementary school, you know?â
You nodded, remembering all the times your dad spoke to you about Joel, as well as his daughter and brother. Despite never meeting them, you felt like you already knew their whole life story. âSo, heâs looking for a nanny or something? I could do that. It would keep me from getting lazy while I navigate getting my Texas teaching certificate.â
Your dad grinned, one hand patting your leg. âI was hoping youâd say that. Joel will pay you, of course, but just⊠donât expect much. It ainât easy for him being a single dad trying to keep everything afloat.â
Again, you nodded, a soft smile creasing your lips. You knew all too well how challenging it could be for single parents, having grown up with just you and your dad. Much like what your dad told you about Joelâs experience with the mother of his child, your mom split when you were barely a toddler. Things werenât always sunshine and roses, but your dad sure did his best to make sure you had a great life. Honestly, you wouldnât trade it for the world, that life with your dad. You had a feeling it was much the same for Joel and his daughter.
âIâm happy to help, even if he doesnât pay me. Iâm sure his daughter will enjoy having a female influence in her life if nothing else. Whatâs her name again? Sarah?â
Your dadâs eyes twinkled with pride. âYup, thatâs it. Iâm proud of the woman youâve become, Spud.â
A mist of tears prickled your eyes as you mumbled out a âThanks, dad.â After a beat, you added, âMust you keep up with that nickname?â
âOf course. Youâll always be my little Spud,â he laughed as you rolled your eyes. âOh, by the way, weâre going to the Millers on Saturday for your welcome home party.â
âWhatâs all this?â Joel questioned as Tommy and Sarah placed a heavy, wrapped package on the table before him along with a few smaller presents. The remains of a birthday cake sat nearby, having been delightfully devoured by the Millers while celebrating Joelâs birthday.
âJust a little somethinâ from me and Sarah,â Tommy replied, a boyish grin alighting his handsome features.
Joel gazed between them with curiosity. Not big on celebrating his own aging, he rarely got big gifts. âYou wanna help me open this, nugget?â Sarahâs eyes lit up, small hands reaching to tear the wrapping paper into shreds. It only took a few moments for the contents to be revealed, leaving Joel confused at the modern contraption sitting in front of him. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â
âYou play video games on it, dumbass.â Tommy harumphed as he began a diatribe on the features of the gaming system â he had one just like it at his place and it provided hours of entertainment when he didnât feel like going out. âI figured it would be a good hobby for you since you never want to join me in going out.â
âHuh,â Joel grunted in return, brows furrowed as he read the instructions on how to setup up the machine. His attention was diverted by Sarah shoving the smaller parcels into his lap.
âHere, dad! These go with it.â Together, they tore into the wrapping paper to find several video games, a few of which were family friendly. The final gift was a spare controller for the gaming system so he and Sarah could play together.
Despite still being unsure that the gift was a good fit for him, Joel was grateful to Tommy for the effort. âThis is too much, man. You shouldnât spend this kind of money on me, Tommy.â
His brother waved him off. âI found a great deal and you never get anything for yourself, brother. You deserve something to indulge in. Believe me, youâll have fun with this.â
The rest of the evening was spent with Tommy setting up the system and showing the father-daughter duo how to play some of the games he picked out. The living room filled with lots of laughter and teasing, and Joel found himself really getting into the fun of the video games.
After tucking Sarah into bed, Tommy showed Joel a game that was too violent for the little girl but entertaining for the men. The game was set in Washington DC which had been ravaged by a brutal pandemic and the main character was part of a group of agents fighting off nefarious gangs trying to take over the city. Joel caught onto the gameplay quickly and the two men found themselves building the loadout for Joelâs character, taking out bad guys, and chatting well into the night.
At two in the morning, the pair looked at each other with bleary, red-rimmed eyes and finally called it a night. Joel directed Tommy to crash in the spare room as he shuffled off to bed upstairs.
It didnât take you long to get settled into your dadâs house. It wasnât the home you grew up in and you only visited a few times after he bought it. After years living away on your own, you thought it would be an adjustment being under his roof again, but it wasnât. He understood the need for personal space and never hovered unless you were hurt or sick. He gave you the downstairs bedroom â it was the largest in the house, with an ensuite bath and huge walk-in closet.
âDad, no! Why in the world is this not your room?â you questioned when he placed your bags on the brand-new, king size bed he had delivered the week prior.
âHell no, Spud. What do I need all this space for? I like the upstairs rooms better â the light is all wrong in this one anyway.â
You looked around, holding in a giggle. The room faced south, giving you just the right amount of natural light all day. Thatâs what your dad didnât like. He preferred to live like a bat in a cave with blackout curtains and limited lighting.
âAlright, well, I love it. The natural light is perfect for me. I can actually put some plants on the windowsills. Thank you!â You kissed his cheek as he left you to get settled.
You spent the week rearranging the bedroom how you wanted it, setting up your gaming system, and putting all your clothes into the walk-in closet. Your dad hadnât done much with the room other than furnish it, so you made a few trips to the store to get a bathroom set, floor lamps, and wall dĂ©cor to make the room your own.
Before you knew it, Saturday morning dawned bright and warm. The day of your welcome home gathering arrived, and you would finally get to meet the Millers. An excited energy had you moving about your space in a flurry, tidying up and getting ready early. Youâd seen some photos of the Millers that your dad sent you â Sarah was adorable with her dark, springy curls, and Joel⊠Joel was handsome, in a broody, overworked kind of way, with dark, riotous curls and big, warm chocolate eyes. Kind eyes, you called them.
âHey Spud, you ready?â your dad called from the kitchen as you put the finishing touches on your hair. It was pinned up, leaving the smooth skin of your neck bare. The sundress you picked hugged your curves in just the right way, falling just at your knees in a flow of lightweight material. In early October, Austin was still hot, and you hoped the Millersâ yard was shaded.
âBring a swimsuit! They have a pool!â he yelled as you grabbed the last of your things. Turning back to your closet, you grabbed a dark green one-piece suitable for family-friendly swimming and tucked it into your bag.
âIâm ready!â
Your dad smiled at the sight of you. âLetâs go then. Weâre heading over early so you can officially meet the Millers and weâll help them setup before everyone else arrives.â
âSounds good. Who allâs coming anyway?â Your eyes widened as your dad rattled off a list of people he invited, including his work buddies and some of his and Joelâs neighbors. He would have invited some of your old friends from high school, but you all lost touch over the years. The party was turning out bigger than you thought. Your heart swelled with how happy your dad was to have you home for good.
The Millers lived in the same neighborhood, only a few blocks away, so close you could have walked if not for the scorching sun. The drive took only a few minutes before your dad pulled into the driveway of a two-story home similar to your dadâs, with simple landscaping and two wooden rocking chairs on the wide porch. Lovely and quaint, the house made you more curious about the people who lived there.
âDayum! Get a load a JBâs daughter, Joel,â Tommy called from the living room, leaning over the couch to look out the front window. âSheâs smokinâ hot!â
âDammit, Tommy. Stop spying on âem,â Joel growled, sneaking a peek over his brotherâs shoulder to do a little hypocritical spying of his own. Breath caught in his throat at the sight of you and he couldnât break his gaze away, even as JB led you toward the front door.
âWhat was that about spyinâ, brother?â Tommy teased, practically dragging Joel away from the window as a knock sounded against the door. âDonât worry, Iâll get it.â
Tommy opened the heavy wooden door revealing the pair of you standing there, matching bright eyes and wide grins greeting him. âWell, hello there, beautiful. Iâm Tommy.â Reaching a hand toward you, Tommy completely ignored JB, who just scowled at him.
âNice to meet you, Tommy,â you replied, offering him your hand and name in return. Joelâs scowl matched your dadâs expression as Tommy held your hand for several beats too long.
âBack off, Tommy,â your dad grunted, swatting at the younger Miller brother. âThis here is Tommyâs brother, Joel. The one who actually owns this house and the better Miller, if you ask me.â
âAinât no one askinâ you, old man,â Tommyâs smart mouth shot back at your dad.
Joel ignored both men, eyes like dark pools as he gazed at you, awed at how small and delicate your hand felt in his. âHowdy, darlinâ,â his voice rumbled from his chest. âCome on in. Thereâs someone else lookinâ forward to meeting you.â
Leading the way through the kitchen into the backyard, Joel felt the heat of your gaze burning his back. Were you checking him out? There was no way. You were beautiful and likely in your early twenties. He felt ancient, though he was only in his early thirties, the hard labor of construction work having taken its toll on him.
âHi Dad!â a young, sweet voice called from a small swing set where a precious little girl entertained herself. âWhoâs this?â
Joel introduced you to his daughter, leaving the two of you to get acquainted as your dad called him away.
âYou were away at college?â Sarah questioned, motioning for you to take a seat on the swing next to hers.
âI was,â you replied. âBut Iâm back for good now.â
âThatâs good. What grade did you get to? Iâm in fourth grade.â
You thought about it a moment. âI guess it would be 18th grade. But you stop counting grade numbers after 12th and start using different words to describe what year youâre in during college.â
Sarah listened raptly while you explained the different terms, what you studied in school, and what kind of job you were hoping to get.
âYou want to be a teacher?â she asked, awed.
âI do! I want to teach middle grade science.â
âI love science! Maybe you could be my teacher when I get to sixth grade!â
Joel returned with your dad and Tommy in tow to find you and Sarah having a blast. The little girl sat in your lap as you kicked your feet out, swinging as high as you could, singing some camp song you remembered from your youth.
âSee? Told ya sheâd love to spend time with Sarah,â your dad said to Joel. He couldnât tear his gaze away, staring at the two of you with a glazed look in his dark eyes.
Shaking himself off, Joel turned to your dad. âGuess I better work out some details with her.â He stepped over to the swing set, taking a seat on the empty swing and hoping to the heavens above that it held his weight. He struggled internally on how to start the conversation and was just about to blurt something out when his amazing daughter saved the day.
âDad! She wants to be a teacher! A science teacher! Isnât that cool? Did you ask her about watching me yet? I think sheâd love to.â Sarah rambled on excitedly, amusing you and Joel. Turning to you before Joel could chime in, Sarah turned to you with baby cow eyes, adding, âYou would love to, right?â
How could you ever resist that look? No one could. Both you and Joel were powerless as you nodded, and the offer became official. Cell numbers were exchanged and before you knew it, you had a job starting Monday.
Hours later, slightly drunk on spiked fruit punch and buzzing with energy, you thanked Joel for hosting the barbecue and giving you a job. You kissed his stubbled cheek, forcing thoughts of how attractive he was as far down as they could go. You could not develop a crush on your boss. âIâll see you Monday morning, bright and early!â you declared before following your dad through the front door.
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