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[gigiwritess]

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dr. jack abbott x f!resident!reader!vega aka "wildcard"

wc: 2,100 synopsis: the weeks go by—until the pittfest happens. jack wasn't even supposed to be working, but there he was. he didn't expect to have to save vega from herself, too, as her personal dark spiraled out of her control.

contents: 20-year age gap (vega is 26, jack is 46). vega's worsening mental health issues; she's having an anxiety attack, but it's not heavily described. usual pitt dynamics. probably lots of medical inaccuracies that i'm not gonna apologize for. this is totally self-inserted and vega is totally based in lots of aspects of myself. this list is concerns general warnings and specific chapter warnings—i'm gonna keep updating it as i go

gigi's notes: hi people!!!! i'm sorry for not posting the 3rd piece sooner. besides work, classes, organizing and academic conference, my depression keeps getting the best of me and i dissociate and don't do all the shit i need to do and it's an endless cycle. so it took me a bit longer to be able to flesh it out exactly how i wanted this to go and to find the right voice for the things i wanted to write. i really loved this piece and i hope you like it to. i'll try my best to write the next one sooner <3 about the 'jack abbot x reader x frank langdon love triangle', i can tell she's here and she's called TRAITOR (based on the song TRAITOR by elley duhé). i'm nowhere near finished but i'm already at 3k soooo it might take a bit longer to finish cooking it. i should probably make a list of jack abbot's works in progress because i have many lol i'm also gonna write jack abbot x firefighter!reader bc it's my alter-ego, probably a mini-series shorter than BRIGHTER, and i'm also thinking of somethinng like jack abbot x brat!reader in nessa barrett's vibes. as you can tell, jack abbot is rotting my brain :()

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There was something wrong.

The worst of the Pittfest chaos had passed. The ER wasn’t quiet—it never was—, but now the screaming had dulled down to murmurs, the steady beep of machines, the last critical cases being dealt with. Even though it wasn’t over, there was finally a small semblance of quiet starting to spread.

Jack was hands-deep in a tracheotomy when it happened—a kid. Couldn’t have been older than ten. Vega had been working on him since he arrived; Jack caught a glimpse of her across the room as she stopped her compressions and called time of death. He saw the way she stilled for a second, the way something in her eyes cracked. She didn’t lose it, didn’t panic, didn’t break protocol. Just took a deep breath and moved on. But he saw the look in her eyes. He knew that look.

He knew, the moment she stepped out of Trauma Two, her shoulders sagging, her hands shaking as she pulled the latex gloves off with far more force than necessary, there was something wrong.

The beeping from the monitor finally went back to a steady rhythm; his patient was stable. Jack could finally breathe normally again; no one else was calling out his name to go help another patient. He ripped off his gloves, shoved a blood-soaked gown into a bin, and wiped the sweat from the back of his neck. By the time his patient was finally handed off, Vega was gone.

He probably shouldn’t have been paying that much attention to her all this time working together, but he couldn’t help it—he was, by nature, an observant person; he had thrived in workplaces exactly because of that. But Vega was the biggest mystery Jack had ever faced—the most fascinating one.

Every time they worked together or were near each other—which happened way more frequently than it should’ve, considering they worked opposing shifts—, he noticed something about her, sometimes without even meaning to.

It was almost as if she were a giant magnet and he was made of iron (part of him was, at least). He noticed the way her forehead would furrow whenever she was in deep thinking; he noticed the way she would let a quiet groan escape when stretching her back, always a grimace of pain she was quick to disguise when there were people around. He noticed how picky she was with her fingers, always scratching something, filing her nails, finding something to fix in her cuticles. He noticed how expressive she was; how her face always showed what she was feeling, even when she was trying to pretend otherwise.

He noticed a lot of things about her. Especially how well she held herself together, but her eyes gave her away—he always saw right through them.

It took him longer than it should’ve to find her. She wasn’t in the break room, wasn’t in the stairwell. Not in the far supply closet that staff usually went to scream into empty shelves, not in the ambulance bay.

It was one of the old, near-empty trauma bays, half-lit, curtain drawn. Vega sat on the edge of a gurney, knees close to her chest, elbows on her knees. Her hands were covering her face, her palms pressed against her eyes as if she could absorb back her own tears.

Jack didn’t announce himself. He just stepped inside, quietly closed the door behind him, pulling the curtain shut. For a moment, he just stood there. The room felt too small, the air too heavy.

“Vega?” He called out in a low voice, rough from a long, chaotic day.

No response—she didn’t move. He could hear her small, soft sobs.

He crossed the room in two strides, invading her space, her knees touching his chest. Carefully, gently, Jack took her hands in his and slowly pulled them away from her face, her eyes, wet with tears, sealed shut as he lowered her hands to her sides.

“Look at me,” Jack said, both his hands coming to cup her face, firm and steady, warm palms against the sides of her neck.

She did. Her eyes, usually so full of fire and life, were dark, red-rimmed, almost vacant as they met his. It was as if an angry, destructive storm had passed through them, taking everything in its wake, taking a piece of her with it. A storm that had been hidden deep, brewing for some time—not just the Pittfest.

“Breathe.” Quietly, she did. “In and out.”

Her breathing hitched, the tears subsiding, the tremor in her chest slowly fading away. His thumbs brushed the sharp line of her cheekbones—not soft, not tender. Grounding. Just enough to tether her back to Earth, back to the present, away from her spiraling thoughts, back to him.

“Good girl,” he muttered as her breath came in shaky but obedient, almost even now.

It was meant to come out as a tease, something for her to laugh, to bring her back to reality. But it didn’t sound that way, not as she shivered, not as his thumb grazed the corner of her mouth. Not as her gaze fell to his lips once, twice before flicking back to his eyes. It shouldn’t have made his stomach twist—but it did. They stayed that way for a moment, just breathing, just looking at each other, existing in each other’s space. Simply being with each other, her pulse a steady rhythm against his fingers.

But his eyes betrayed him—his gaze dropped to her lips before he could stop himself. Maybe it was the tiredness. Maybe it was the blood stuck under his nails, or the way his chest still ached from all the patients he’d lost. Or maybe it was the way that here, in this room, right now, with her, none of it mattered.

Jack leaned in—Vega met him halfway. It wasn’t a careful kiss, not sweet. It was like a collision of exhaustion and adrenaline, and months of looking at each other as if they were two souls who knew something about each other, who recognized something in each other. Her hands gripped the collar of his scrubs, his palms sliding to the back of her neck—it was a kiss meant to ground them both. Hard and a little desperate, meant to translate everything that couldn’t be said yet. No promises, no words, no soft confessions. Just here, right now.

When they pulled apart, their foreheads stood almost touching for a moment. Jack’s breath was ragged; his hands still cupped her face.

“Keep looking at me like that, old man,” she said, voice hoarse, “and I might start thinking you like having me around.”

The wicked smirk on her lips, swollen from his kiss, was the first real thing he’d seen on her face all night.

It took a moment for her teasing to hit its mark, for him to realize she was back. “Yeah, yeah,” he laughed. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

Jack was the first to pull back, hands falling away slowly, reluctantly. The air between them still crackled, was still charged as they stared at each other for a moment longer, the memory and the weight of the kiss too fresh, too sharp. For a second, neither of them spoke.

Outside, someone faintly asked about more negative O units—the world hadn’t stopped.

He jerked his chin toward the toward.

“Come on, Wildcard,” he said, the usual sharp-edged version of him settling back into place, “you’ve got a shift to finish.”

There was something about the way he uttered ‘Wildcard’. It was not in the usual teasing, mocking way people did. It felt personal—he spoke it like a secret kept between just the two of them.

She slid off the gurney, her hand brushing his as she walked, her pinkie tangling with his for a single moment before she put distance between them. Her expression was the same as it always was—cool, a little cocky, composed. But her pulse was still visible at her throat.

Jack noticed. Of course he did.

The world was calmer now as they sat down on the park benches, Matteo happily handing beers to whomever would accept. Life still went on around them—music thudding faintly against the night air, sirens going off in the distance—but here it felt quieter. Slower.

Vega looked up; the night sky was clear and bright, stars twinkling faintly. Jack sat beside her on the same worn-out bench. He was sitting close, almost too close. His thigh brushed hers, solid and warm; his arm bumped hers when he shifted slightly to accommodate his prosthetic leg, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned closer, the barest tilt of his body, casual enough that no one would notice.

She noticed—every single second. She could’ve inched away, could’ve created a little space. She didn’t.

They hadn’t spoken since leaving that trauma bay, hadn’t worked together—only traded stolen glances throughout the ER, glances full of everything they didn’t recognize yet.

“You held up good today,” Jack said, nudging her leg with his left knee, beer in hand, “better than most.” He angled his body towards her, looking at her profile.

She nudged his leg back, turning her head to look at him, finding his eyes. “Even with a breakdown?”

“Even then,” he said, sipping his beer and staring intently into her.

Vega tried to play it off, act cool—but her throat still tightened all the same as she held his gaze, as she tried not to think about the anxiety black hole she’d just barely clawed her way out of. She tried not to think about how everything had been spiraling each time worse than the previous, each time getting far out of her control, until his warm, steady hands pulled her out. She didn’t want to think about how grounding his touch felt—or how his kiss felt like a lifeline she didn’t know she needed, how his kiss felt like being above the surface after being underwater for so long, how his kiss felt like feeling a spark of something after being numb for so long.

But that was all she could think about as she looked into his eyes, as the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them under the amber streetlights.

She looked away; her heart sounded stupidly loud in her ears, overwhelming. She took a breath, trying to quiet it down.

“You don’t have to babysit me,” she said, breaking the moment, pretending like it didn’t weigh heavily on her chest. “But thank you.”

“I know,” Jack said after a beat, a half-smirk ghosting across his mouth. “Guess I just have a thing for trouble.”

Vega let out a breath of a laugh, genuine, small, and surprised, meant just for him. Something warm started to spread over her chest, something good. When she turned to him again, her eyes were brighter, crinkling just a little at the corners. She shouldn’t say anything—or at least say something else. But she couldn’t help it when his eyes had a spark of something daring, of something dangerous, something familiar.

“Yeah? That why you keep hanging around?”

The air between them went still. Heavy, charged. Like something coiled and tense, just waiting for someone to make a move—any move.

Feeling just a bit emboldened by the spark in his eyes, she reached out and snagged the beer right out of his hand. Jack’s eyebrows shot up, surprised, but he let her do it, watching as she lifted it to her lips and took a long sip. Brave. Almost defiant.

Vega handed the beer back. Eyes still locked on Jack’s hazel ones, his fingers closed around hers, slow, deliberate, and his head tipped toward her, just a bit, like he was going to say something to Robby instead—he didn’t.

Jack’s mouth brushed near her ear, low enough that only she caught it, meant just for her.

“Careful, kid. Keep that up and I’ll think you’re flirting.”

It was her turn to stay silent, her breath caught like a deer caught in a trap, just for a split second before she masked it into a tiny, sly smile. Her cheeks, her whole face, felt like it was on fire. She didn’t need to look at him to feel the wicked grin tugging at his mouth.

Vega leaned back against the bench, purposefully pressing her shoulder against his. She said nothing as she stole his beer again, brushing his fingers—and he let her—, acting as if her heart was beating normally. It wasn’t. Not since his kiss brought her back to earth.

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Could I request Itachi or Sasuke with 🐕 Once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go, 🍁 You belong to me and only me and 🦔 Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone. If it can be only one you can choose any of the ones I chose. thank you

Grievance

Contents: Yandere!Itachi with prompts: 🐕🍁🦔

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WARNINGS: SOFT YANDERE, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.

A scroll is delivered to your doorstep. You recognize the handwriting.

"My dearest ___,

Do not alert of my presence to anyone. I know I'm a bad man, I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but in truth, I don't care too much about that. What I do care for is my wish to see you, and to fulfill a promise I made a long time ago, when I was something entirely different to the monster I am today.

Please, do not be afraid. I do not wish to hurt you or your family. I only wish to see you once more. Although, I feel obligated to warn you, once I have you in my arms, I'm never letting you go.

Sincerely yours,

Itachi"

Your eyes grow damp at those words. Itachi seems like a stranger to you in that moment. The man who killed his clan and left, disappearing in the night. You remember him, you remember how he didn't leave without saying goodbye. You remember he told you to not mind the stench of blood that plagued him in that moment, that he told you to stay quiet, and to wait, because he would be back for you.

That promise seems so distant. And even so, when you read those words, you can't help but hope he comes back soon.

The night is cold, summer heat transitioning into autumn coolness. And the moon is full, and your hopes are slowly getting crushed. Why would he come back? He hasn't been near you in years, and now all of the sudden he's interested in seeing you once more? Foolish. You're a foolish girl for believing a man like him, a criminal, a murderer, a... a sight for sore eyes.

"You came." As soon as those words leave your lips you throw yourself in his arms. You don't care if he might stab you and kill you in that moment, you can only think of his warmth and his love and his promises. He came back, he really did. He's standing there, tall and menacing, in the middle of your room.

"I'm a man of my word," He whispers, his lips pressing against yours in a firm caress. And you cling to him, afraid he might be an ilussion, that he might dissapear in any moment. His red eyes darken, going back to the dark grey you grew so familiar with. "I would never lie to you, ___." He cups your face with his hands, rougher and more calloused than you remember them, his expression serious. "But... It's time for us to leave, ___. We can't stay here for much longer."

"Eh? But you just arrived? And... leave... us?" You are confused, and he only gives you an indulgent smile in response, as enigmatic as always.

"I cannot leave you here on your own. I cannot leave you here knowning you might be promised to someone else one day. You're beautiful, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And to think... to think some other man could have you, I can't stand the thought," His grip on your face tightens just enough for you to feel a little scared. "You belong to me and only me."

Your expression clouds with something akin to anger, and you don't know what to say without blowing up.

"You disappeared for years, Itachi. You have done... unspeakable things," You exhale, a dark, shaky chuckle leaving your lips. "And now... after years of letters as the only confirmation that you were still alive. You... you want to take me with you? Why?"

"Because you're all mine, I won't hand you over to anyone." He's being blunt, sincere. "I would rather destroy this village before letting you be wedded to another useless man who won't be able to care for you, to protect you, to do things like I could."

"And what if I refuse?" You say, and his gaze softens, eyes glowing red once more.

"I'm afraid you don't have that choice, my love."

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Forever Young Part 4

Hey guys! We are back with this amazing fic! Since it's been a bit I'd recommend reading the last chapter: here or the from the beginning: here.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

A bit of a longer chapter with lots of twists and turns and a brief cameo of Joyce and Hopper.

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Will and Dustin looked at each other and sighed heavily.

“I forgot that there is a distinct messy side to science,” Dustin said, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the bags and bags of garbage out by the garage.

“Let’s see if we can’t find gardening gloves or whatever to protect us...” he waved at the piles with a grimace, “from all of that.”

“Good idea,” Dustin agreed. “There is bound to be broken bottles in there and I really don’t have the desire to call Wayne about needing a ride to the hospital, thanks.”

They found gloves and got to work. They sorted out the bags that were clearly from earlier in the week and focused on the two bags that were the most likely culprits for being from last night.

“So I’m just seeing beer and joint butts,” Will said about twenty minutes later. “How about you?”

Dustin sighed and pushed his bag away. “A whole lot of nothing. Like chip bags and other junk food detritus, no real heavy alcohol or anything that might mix badly with the weed.”

Will nodded. “It just seems like their every day party with out us underaged teenagers. Different kinds of soda and other drinks but nothing that screams body altering drugs.”

He got to his feet and dusted off his knees. “This was a complete bust.”

Dustin got up too. “I don’t think so. Yeah, we didn’t find anything, but that means that it wasn’t drug or alcohol related. That’s something we cross off the list.”

“I suppose,” Will sighed as he pulled off his gloves. “Let’s go tell everyone we didn’t find anything.”

“Let’s hope Dr. Owens has some ideas,” Dustin agreed, pulling off his gloves too. “But I’m plumb out.”

The other four kids were sitting on the sofa, talking among themselves.

“Sorry, guys,” Dustin said flopping on the arm chair, while Will sat cross-legged on the floor. “That was a bust. All they had last night was the usual stuff to get high and drunk.”

“Ours was unfruitful as well,” El said with a sigh. “Dr. Owens said that they had never encountered physical regression before. But he’ll look into it further and call back. I worry he may want to take blood tests.”

“He can fuck off back to whatever hole he crawled out of,” Mike growled. “I’m not letting them do to Nancy what they did to El. I don’t care.”

Lucas put his hand on Mike’s arm. “And we won’t let them either. Especially with Wayne knowing what’s going on. I have a feeling that if they tried to take Eddie, he’d storm the lab with nothing but a shotgun and enough ammo take on a third world country.”

Mike straightened and blinked for a moment. “Oh, yeah. He’d go all Rambo on their ass. Huh. That does make me feel better. Thanks!”

“No problem,” Lucas said with a smile. “Plus if we add El and Erica to the mix, the lab would be razed the ground in seconds.”

El just batted her eyelashes at them sweetly.

“So we’ve got absolutely nothing,” Dustin said with a heavy sigh. “The lab was no help, the garbage was no help. They can’t tell us what went wrong. We’re pretty much stuck until something else happens.”

“Pretty much!” Mike huffed, throwing his head back against the couch cushion. “This sucks. I’ve looked up to Nancy my whole life and after the monsters I’ve admired what a badass she was. But that little girl isn’t the Nancy I grew up with. Like she knows she’s going to be a big sister, but she doesn’t understand what that means right now. For her it’s diaper changes and bottle feeding. Not being a reporter and shotguns.”

There was a creak on the stairs leading down to the basement and everyone looked over expecting Steve as he had slept earlier, but no it was Little Jonathan.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” he whispered shyly, sucking on his thumb.

Will was on his feet in an instant. One of the things that Lonnie liked to yell about either of his sons was that they were too soft. That they needed toughening up. The fact that Little Jonathan was still sucking his thumb at this age was sure sign that Lonnie was an ass and that there was no doubt he had hit his son for trying to get comfort somewhere in this big, wide world.

“Come with me,” he said gently. “I’ll take you to the one up here and then show you where the one downstairs is so you if you spend the night you know where it is, okay?”

Little Jonathan nodded, taking Will’s hand. Will led the way and as he was about to close the door behind the toddler, Little Jonathan looked up him and cocked his head.

“Will the Wise,” he said solemnly. “You’ll find someone who loves you for you some day.” Then he toddled into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving a very stunned Will staring at the wooden surface.

When Little Jonathan came out he didn’t seem to remember what he said before going into the bathroom. So Will just led him back to the living room where the teens were gathered.

“Hey there, buddy,” Lucas said with a soft smile. “Did you want to try to go back to sleep or did you want to color until everyone else woke up?”

“M’mm awake...” came the slurred voice of Little Eddie from the floor. “Just restin’ my eyes.” He sat up sort of cross-legged and rubbed his eyes.

Max giggled. “Sure are, big guy. All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

Then Little Robin came in, hair a mess and drool all over her face. “I’m thirsty, can I get some water?”

“Sure!” Will said, his voice cracking. “El won’t you take them to the kitchen, I’m sure Eddie and Jonathan are thirsty too.”

El looked at him curiously, head cocked to the side. Then she nodded. “Come on, everyone hold hands like they did for lunch.”

The kids did as they were told and El took Little Robin’s hand to lead them into the kitchen.

The kids ooh’ed and awed when El used her powers to get the glasses down from the cupboard because it was too high for her to get.

“Cups are easy,” Little Robin said with a giggle. “She can throw cars with her mind, too!”

El froze and the cup headed for Little Eddie stopped too.

“Supergirl!” Little Eddie agreed, clapping his hands and reaching out for the cup. It took everything El had to let go of the cup so that Eddie could take it.

“You should see her fly a helicopter!” Little Jonathan crowed. “It’s so cool!”

She watched them in wide-eyed amazement as they didn’t seem to understand what it was they just said. They just happily drank the water given to them and then handed the cups back to her. She put them in the sink and then led them back out to the living room.

There was Little Nancy and Little Steve sitting on the floor with their heads together, playing tic-tac-toe as they waited for the other kids to come back.

“I think they’re getting some of them memories back,” El said bluntly. “But only in spurts.”

“I agree,” Dustin said putting his hands on his hips. “But when it does happen, it doesn’t stick around for long. Just a memory and then it’s gone.”

Max narrowed her eyes and then cocked her head back and forth. “Well you want to know what I think? I think we should just let them be kids for awhile.”

“What?” Lucas cried, springing to his feet. “We need them as adults!”

“And that’s the problem!” Max snapped back, getting to her feet, too. “We rely on them too much. When do they get to be kids? Especially Jonathan, Steve, and Nancy. They were our age when they first met the Upside Down, when do they get to shirk their duties and have fun?”

Mike grabbed both Lucas and Max and started pushing them toward the hall, but before he could even get them turned around, Little Jonathan and Little Robin burst into tears. Mike closed his eyes.

“I was trying to avoid that,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Please take this argument elsewhere. Dustin and El, too. They don’t need to hear this.”

There was a lot of shouting and protesting as even more of the kids started to cry.

Suddenly there was a piercing whistle from the doorway to the hall. All the teens stopped arguing even though the kids kept crying. They turned to the door and there was Joyce and Hopper standing there. Hopper had his fingers to his lips, pointing to him as the cause of the whistle.

The teenagers stared at them in shock and maybe a little bit of fear too. They were so busted.

“Where did you lot get a bunch of children?” Hopper groused. “I don’t think I’d let any of ya babysit for love or money.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Joyce smacked his chest. “Jim!” she cried in amusement.

Suddenly Little Jonathan broke from the crowd of children and dashed straight for Joyce’s legs.

“Mommy!”

Joyce scooped him up out of habit and then froze. “All my babies are grown up, little one.”

Will and El shared a grimace.

Little Jonathan traced a scar on her chin. “Daddy did that. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

Joyce and Jim both went wide-eyed.

Joyce moved Little Jonathan to her hip to get a better look at the little boy in her arms. “Jonathan?”

The little boy nodded.

Of course the other kids were still screaming so Mike and Lucas each grabbed one of the girls to calm down first. Mike took Nancy and began cooing a lullaby. She hiccuped softly, her sobs slackening until they stopped all together.

Hopper waded in and picked up the two boys, bouncing each on his hip. El immediately stood up and grabbed Little Steve from him so he could focus on getting the one quiet. El reading Little Steve’s mind to find a song that would calm him and started humming that.

Once everyone had stopped screaming and Joyce was over her shock, she sat down on the sofa, her son in her arms.

“Will, what’s going on?” she asked her other child.

“We don’t know,” Will huffed. “We know it’s not Upside Down related. El and I checked, but they just woke up like that.”

“They?” Hopper said, looking closer at the child in his arms. “Holy shiiiiivvva,” he said changing the last word at the last second.

“What’s a Shiva?” the little boy asked, cocking his head to the side and looking up at him with chocolate button eyes.

“Shiva is an Indian god,” Hopper huffed. “With too many arms and lots of rage issues.”

“So holy Shiva makes sense,” Little Eddie said solemnly, nodding. “Uncle Wayne said not to swear because they’re big people words. Can I say holy Shiva instead of cussing?”

“Sure, kid,” Hopper said with a huff of laughter.

“Oh no,” Joyce said softly. “If that’s Eddie, and this is Jonathan are those...?”

Will sighed putting his head in his hands.

“I’m afraid so Mrs. Byers,” Dustin said, putting his hands on his hips. “Steve was the first one found like this, then Nancy and Jonathan. We assumed, rightly unfortunately, that Robin and Eddie were affected, too.”

“Does Wayne know about his nephew’s cute-ifaction?” Hopper asked.

Max chewed on her thumbnail. “I think he was the first to know, but didn’t reach out to the rest of us because he didn’t know it had happen to the others, too.”

Hopper set Little Eddie down. “Sounds like you’ve got a bit of a mess. Especially since the reason Joyce and I stopped by is that we’ve got to head out of town for a bit. We were hoping to make sure Steve was aware he had to keep an eye out for you lot.”

“I’m not sure we can leave knowing the older teens are kids now,” Joyce said, holding Jonathan to her chest.

Hopper just shook his head. “I’d agree with you, but Murray was pretty insistent we both be there.”

“Is it Upside Down related?” El asked, cocking her head to the side.

Joyce sighed and then looked over at Hopper.

“We don’t know yet,” Hopper explained calmly. “We know that the Russians tried to open a gate before and if they’ve got someone like Henry Creel, they might try to insert them into the Upside Down to get control of it for their own ends.”

El nodded. “I’ve been keeping an ear out for any stirrings, but there haven’t been so far.”

He kissed her forehead. “That’s good to know.”

“How long will you be gone?” Will asked nervously. He remembered the last time his mom left and really didn’t want to repeat that experience.

Joyce looked up at Hopper and then back at him. “I don’t know love. I know things went bad last time, but that was because a general went crazy and tried to kill El. That won’t happen this time, I promise.”

“No offense, ma’am,” Lucas huffed. “But I really don’t think that’s a promise you can make. I get that it might be Upside Down related, but I don’t know about anyone else, I’m getting tired of grown ups leaving us behind to take on problems well beyond our capacity.”

“You watch your tone, young man,” Joyce said sternly. “It’s not your place to tell adults what they can or cannot do.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’ve still got PTO coming to me then, isn’t it?” Wayne growled from behind them.

“Wayne!” Lucas breathed in relief.

“Went out bought somethings for youngsters,” he said holding up his loot. “You two can go do what you want. I’ll handle this.”

Joyce chewed on her lip and then set Little Jonathan down gently. “I’m going away for a couple of days, but Mr. Munson is going to watch you and your new friends. You’ll be safe, I promise.”

Lucas rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.

“I’ll take care of it,” Wayne repeated more sternly.

Joyce pressed her lips tightly and then nodded. She pulled money out her purse and handed it to Wayne. “To help cover any food they might need.”

Wayne set down some of the bags he had and took the money. “Thank you.”

“We’ll be in contact,” Hopper said squeezing his shoulder. “Keep the walkie nearby.”

They all nodded.

“Who wants to help me make dinner?” Wayne said with a grin, turning back to the other kids.

A cheer went up.

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[bespeckledstars]

I was thinking about how Scratch leaves the party to go live with a little girl in Baldur’s Gate, and I can understand why. He’s been adventuring with the team that stopped the end of the world, and though you and the Tadfools obviously shielded him from The Horrors, he obviously deserves a nice comfy place without any stress, lots of fetch, and all the treats and snuggles he can handle.

But if you go with Astarion on more adventures, I don’t think you’d give him up. But he can be a distraction, according to the elf.

One day you’re resting at an inn, or in your home in the Underdark. It’s mid-day, and light is pouring in through a window in the room you, Astarion, and Scratch are resting in. He’s been moody all week, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your torso and burying his face in your hair, as well as asking to feed from you more than usual. He’s in some clingy state of mind, and you’re perfectly content with it. While you have been busier than normal, it’s not been anything the two of you aren’t used to dealing with. And yet, he won’t let you out of his sight for more than a minute. He’s too busy staring at you with his signature brooding face.

Sitting on a sofa facing a kitchenette, you rest comfortably in his lap while Scratch gives you the biggest, saddest, wettest eyes you’ve ever seen. So used to taking “Speak with Animals” you ask, “Oh, is someone feeling a little hungry? Does someone want a wittle snack?” in your best baby voice. You pet and pat his face as you always have, watching his face squish around in the cutest way possible. You pepper little kisses on his silky white fur, and as you do you hear the most annoyed of scoffs hit the side of your head.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask him.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all,” he says, with all the weight of the world bearing down on him, clearly.

The two of you have been working on taking each other at your words, so you decide to wait for him to share his feelings without pushing him or accusing him of lying.

Slipping off your elf is a bit hard with a dog in between your legs, but you manage without falling over. At the kitchenette, you prepare a quick meal for the Bestest Boy, but you can feel a prickly sensation at the back of your neck as you do so. Almost like two little eyes boring through your neck. Or perhaps two sharp fangs. Either way, when you set out Scratch’s bowl in the room over and return to your vampiric lover, he’s sitting with his arms crossed and sporting scowl sour enough to make a lemon scrunch up. His foot is tapping a mile a minute and you know he’s getting ready to talk, just that he’s letting out his anger before he speaks.

“Are you ready to talk now?” You say, parking yourself in front of him.

His face scrunches up farther than you’ve seen it do in quite some time. He lets out a breath before slipping on a version of his old mask.

“You’ve been forgetting something, darling,” he says like dry ice.

“Oh.” You reply. Now that he’s actually saying something, especially something you’ve forgotten, it worries you.

“Oh? That’s all you have to say for yourself? All week I’ve been doing everything in my power to give you hints. Affection, intimacy. And yet, nothing! You’ve neglected me at every turn! What do you have to say for yourself?” he cries.

You take a moment to think of all the things you and he still need to do, and all that you’ve completed this week. Your to-do list is near its end, he’s always fed and you haven’t missed any scheduled times to spend time together. It has been busier lately, but you can’t think of anything. Until it hits you: you haven’t given him a single kiss in days.

Ever since you modified your mornings at the beginning of the week to accommodate a large-scale event at the end of it, your entire routine has been totally messed up. Each morning you start by kissing your partner’s face, and he bemoans it, and you know he loves, and then he tells you as much in hushed and someone stinky whispers. You never mind his morning breath as you lazily let your lips collide, and he doesn’t seem to mind yours either. You can’t say for certain, but you think your strict routines and schedules are just as helpful for him as they are for you. He knows what to expect, and can plan for it. It demystifies his life and calms his anxiety. But now that things have been different, he’s clearly more elevated.

When you zone back in (when did you zone out?) you can tell he’s been talking for a while. His hands are more animated, his voice is just like when you first met with all those silly theatrics, and there’s just a hint of a glimmer in his waterline. Your eyes lock and then you step to him, bending down and capturing behind his neck all in one graceful arc of your body and hands.

When your lips press against his, his eyes go wide and the most precious little yelp sounds off from his throat. You don’t need to see anything else, so you close your eyes to lose yourself in the feeling of his tongue and yours reintroducing themselves for the first time this week. And when you settle yourself over him to get better access to his shoulders, he whimpers at the feeling over you resting over his most vulnerable parts. And when you wrap your arms around him, his hands fly to your back and hold you like you’re the last thing on Faerun.

Each press of your lips to his is carefully calculated to make sure all of your mouth is available to him. So cautious have you both been to never nick your lips on his fangs, but now, you throw that caution to the wind. Each connect and disconnect of you and he is languid, wet, and sensual. You know now the neglect he speaks of, and hopefully, the smooth glide of your tongue across his lips make up for it.

Running your hands through his hair, caressing his neck as you lap and suck at his ears, and most importantly, laying thousands of kissing on every part of him you can reach, all contributes to the blushing, heaving elf in front of you presently. His chest rises and falls in time to his quickened heart, and you make no indication you recognize the effect you’ve now had on him. You brush your nose across his like a kiss all its own, and settle one last brush of your lips against his, like an invitation. When you rise from his lap, you will never confirm nor deny the brushing of yourself against him is purposeful. But when you glance over your shoulder, he jumps at the chance to follow you, and you know you’re more than happy to make up for as many neglected days as he asks.

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Haha who said that? Anyways…

[mtcloudsworld]

What do you hc your jason to look like

Anon has requested what my HC would be for Jason and I didn't think much about doing one myself but now that I've got some ideas in place, it's a pretty lengthy hc than intended���� Warning: I did make the reader more personal than expected, I kinda got lost in the sauce and was having way too much fun with it. It is black!fem/college!reader based HC because that is what I can relate to.

I can understand if most of you won't read it cause it's not generalized but I just really had fun placing my personal life into a reader who may relate to what I've gone through in some way (hopefully that made sense 💀)

Tbh, if you can relate, you can relate. If not, then my apologies. This was just a really fun thing for me to do and think about. But it's not like I can't do another one so 🤷🏾‍♀️ with that being said, enjoy!

Please ignore any errors. Like, comment and reblog

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𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑'𝑠 𝐴𝐵𝐶 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

۫ ִ✶ ࣪ Warning | nsfw/sfw, +18, mdni, black!fem reader, college student, boyfriend!Jason, husband!Jason, friends to lovers, black!fem reader is described in the way I want, if you can't relate that's okay. I just found this to be fun to do and imagine, plus!size reader, curvaceous, introverted!reader, wifeblackfem!reader, sweet! Jason, protective!Jason, dom/sub, mentions of insecurities, trust issues, trauma and abuse, losing v card, intercourse, marriage

𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑑'𝑠 𝐴𝐵𝐶 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠

𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒 ; 𝑚𝑡𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 ; 𝐼𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦

𝑨 = 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒

Sometimes your independence can get the best of you. Actions speak louder than words though and best believe you don't have to ask Jason to do a damn thing because he's already ten steps ahead.

Oh, the dishes are already taken care of? Sweet.

Oh how sweet, he did the laundry this morning!

*Sniffs the air* is that... Alfredo I smell?

Oh yeah, baby, Jason's got it all taken care of. There's no reason to fret, no reason for you to get frustrated or stressed to the point you want to pluck your braids from out your head. He follows through with his word. If he says he's gonna do something, consider it as if he just signed a contract with his blood.

Despite trying to receive practical support, you can feel the trust in his promises through and through. He shows up and shows out when you least expect it. And it's not like you ask him to do these things or, once again, expect him to do it because he's your boyfriend. No, in your mind it's your responsibility it's your shit to deal with, not his. Understand he does it because he sees your struggling, he sees your stress and cares for your well being. If you can do it with his problems best believe he's gonna do the same for you.

And you grow to love that about him. You love that Jason goes out of his way to take care of you, especially as a full time college student working the night shift who has studies almost every single day? It's a relief to come back home and see the apartment spotless, opening the fridge to see food ready to be eaten, and a text message (that you failed to look at) list the things he did while you were away.

Now you're not one to be emotional but best believe you may have felt a tear or two slide down your cheeks while mentally yelling, OH MY SHAYLAAAA, MY SHAYLAAAA!!!

He's attentive, boo boo, that's his specialty. He notices every little obstacle in your way.

And please don't think he doesn't love the fact you can take care of yourself, because he does. Oh, he is more than happy that you have self reliance, but he's here now ── he's present. Asking for help doesn't make you weak, it doesn't make you a bother. In fact, it lets him know you can trust him. You trust him to do these things for you unconditionally.

"Thank you." The book is forgotten the moment you slip yourself on top of him comfortably. You feel the deep rumble beneath his chest as you lay your face against his pec. The book is marked and placed on the floor. Bulky arms engulfing you into a bear hug. Your body laxes and your mind goes mush. The feeling of his face buried into your braids, leaving kisses to your crown while massaging the nape of your neck, makes everything around you grow peacefully still. "No need, baby. I got you."

𝐵 = 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡

He loves you. Every part of you, sexually and nonsexually of course. But if he had to choose his favorite body part on you, it'd be your thighs.

Mhmmm, those thighs. Those beautiful sexy thick thighs of yours? They just do something to him.

The size of them? Their perfect. Perfectly perfect for rh size of his hand to grope on. His hand practically occupies most of the space. The way he squeezes it, how his hand effortlessly slips between them to feel your warmth and allow his thumb to caress and sooth over your soft bronze skin, makes him feel so laxed. It lets you know he is feeling some type of way and just need you're attention for good, hot, minute.

I mean how could you deny them? They're so plump and plush, and the way your stretch marks adored them really makes him salivate at the sight. He loves how your legs effortlessly reach for him with the quickness, when you want his attention, when you want to talk to him, have eye to eye contact, wanting to crave him. Your determination drives you to wrap them around his waist, pulling him back and trapping him between your lucious thighs. You watch with a smirk how his eyes widen at the gesture, bringing yourself to wrap your arms around his neck and push your tits against him. "Where do you think you're going Mista?"

Most importantly, your thighs never fail to suffocate him when you sit on his face. He loves to smother himself into your skin, allowing his rough veiny hands to caress up the gentle parts of your body, groping at your ass to push your cunt further down for more.

It's safe to say, you're content to know he could die happily by them.

For you, it's not necessarily a "body part" but a part of his body. It's his voice. Like how he is with your thighs? It's the same way for you with his voice. The deep raspy baritone in his voice every time he calls you mama or mamas, baby or dollface makes your panties soak. His moans, whimpers and groans, ugh!! When he's being flirtatious and needy with you he has a way of being charming and cocky with you but also there's a tender side of him that makes you fall deeper.

You're proud to know he's comfortable showing his skin, whether that's walking around shirtless in only sweats or basketball shorts. He can approach you in just a towel with his hair soaking wet and tussled knowing that you wouldn't judge him of his scar or the huge Y at his torso. You practically gleam when he gets out of bed after a moment of intimacy with you to stretch his limbs showing off every aspect himself to you in the naked eye.

Nothing, preferably you liked him in nothing. Why? Because that body of his was made by the gods themselves, Lazarus pit or not. In a bashful yet proud way, he's happy knowing that you love how massive and bulky he is compared to you. At first he wasn't used to the shower of compliments and praises, he didn't know how to take it all. But the more he opened up to you, the more he grew to love your crazy obsession for him.

His autopsy scar beneath your lips isn't bothersome as you litter kisses over his chest, appreciating every little thing about him. Cyan eyes observe how you maneuver yourself between his legs. Hands wrapping delicately around his thick cock, he stiffens a little as you start to kiss along the underside of his cock, slowly moving your hand up and down his shaft, you feel the way he twitches at the palm of your hand. "It's okay baby?" Heart eyes gazing up at him for approval. He hums in response, reaching down to cup your face, brushing his thumb along your cheek to feel the tender texture of your velvet flesh makes his heart beat faster as a rush of excitement runs through him.

You start to tease him at first, leaving open mouth kisses at the base, dragging your lips up the underside of him to then lick and suck at the beautiful blush colored tip. You gradually invite him into your mouth. The warm embrace of your mouth engulfing around him makes your cheeks hollow. As you take him little by little, stroking him in the process, it brings his body into deep euphoria. Head lulling back into the pillow and eyes flickering close, a deep throat moan is heard as he feels your hands placed at the center of his thighs. "Mm, shit. Such a good girl for me, mama." He praises with sultry, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as you bob your head slowly. "So sweet for me. Such a sweet girl. Just know how to treat me..so well-- f-fuck." His eyes flicker shut, listening to how you suck him off tenderly at the tip before allowing your tongue to swirl round and around and around, "Mm, take me baby, take all of me. Fuck, that's it mama, show me--ugh, show me just how much of a good girl you are. Uh huh, that's it baby, go faster for me. Yes that's it." He whimper moans at the way your mouth messily deep throat him, slopper starting to roll down to his pubic hair where you then go to deep throat him.

He groans as a wave of pleasure runs through his veins, you sense the way his hand rests at the top of your head, using you as leverage to start deep fucking your mouth. He hears and feels you start to choke, your throat closing in on him just in time to feel his seed. You pull away breathless, observing the mess you made give his dick a pretty little shine underneath the limelight. Jason runs his fingers through his hair shocked by the short amount of time you made him cum. Though he didn't mean it, you didn't look at him with judgement or disgust. Nah, you looked to him with pride, bringing yourself to straddle on top of him and give him a passionate wet kiss. He groans at the feeling of you welcoming his fat cock to your needy soaking hole, shared juices playing as lubricant for him to slip right in you. With ease, the girth of him stretches you out more and more as you start to bounce back on him.

𝐶 = 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Communication with Jason was... rocky at the start of the relationship. Especially when he was hiding his past and the fact that he was Red Hood. He knew if you got caught up in the mix of all his mess that would not only be detrimental to you and your safety but also to your shared relationship. Although he didn't want to hide this major part of his life from you and lie about every little thing, he didn't want to lose you. He couldn't lose you, that would be the death of him.

Then again, It was infuriating having all these unanswered questions left untouched.

And Jason knew you weren't stupid, you were attentive to the things he said and the things he does. He could see it all over your face. You're a very patient woman, always slow to anger with him. But that night in particular? The way your face twisted bitterly with worry and frustration in your eyes while you dabbed the alcohol covered cotton ball against the cut along his cheek. He dared to lock gazes with you.

No words are shared but he can see the hesitation, the wanting to furiously question every little thing, to argue and force him to tell you what the hell is going on.

But you don't.

Instead you sigh, bandage his cut and stand up to throw away the rest of the trash.

Your quiet. Too quiet and that's never a good sign. But you chose to be knowing if you argue with him it'll drive a wedge between you. And he hates it. The overwhelming tension and silence in the air, he hates it. He hates how distant you are. He hates how the bridge keeps growing longer and longer the more he dodges your questions. Because when you turn to walk away, you feel the firm yet tender grasp of his hand reach out for you. Pleading for you to come back, he pulls you into his embrace-- and you cling to him like a vest. Like your life depends on it. and he can't help but bury his face into your hair, telling you, "Please, please understand it's not that I don't want to tell you because I do. I just..." Sigh, "I can't risk it.* You feel his arms hold you tighter. *I can't risk losing you because of it. I can't bear the idea of you getting hurt by it. I just...can't let anybody know about you. Not yet." Not his family, not his friends, not the world or his enemies, could know a thing about you. He couldn't think of the worst possibility of someone finding out.

And after a moment of silence, you break.."I just want to be aware, Jason, I don't want be blind sided by whatever this is" your voice is shaky, so soft, so...broken. like the walls of Jericho falling at his feet. Your guard is down, allowing your tears to wet at his hoodie and it surprises him. He's so used to seeing you tough, being able to handle things without breaking down. You're never this emotional. Never this intense to the point of crying, and you hate crying, you hate showing your vulnerability. You hate being this intense about the situation. But because of your trauma, because of your past, the empty promises, hidden secrets and lies it's gotten you to this point.

You care and it shows in the way you fight with him about this. The way you fight with him just shows he's always on your mind. "I just.." you're trying not to cry, your hand clenching at his hoodie as you bury your face into his chest. "I just wanna know you're okay that's it, that's all I ask."

He groans internally. "It's not...safe. there's a possibility I could get hurt, to the point of death. It could make me go radio silent for months upon months and then come back acting like nothing had ever happened, it could become triggering for me but I know I need to do it."

There's a silence. A silence that has your mind spinning and you'll pull away, take a moment, bat your soaked lashes at him and say, "and when that happens? Can you give me a sign? A text or something to let me know of these things? I won't ask you, I won't... force you to tell me until you're ready but for the sake of my mental and not being left in the dark, all I need to know is that you're okay or that you're gonna be gone for awhile?"

His jaw clenches and he nods in consideration.

I love you endlessly.

The first time you saw that text it made your world stop. Okay, it's happening. It's..time.

A shared phrase, a shared promise, a shared code. He's gonna be gone for awhile but best believe you're the only one he's coming back to.

You eventually find out near the brink of death who he truly was. The worst time to find out but because you were his emergency contact someone had to know he was okay (Which some would find weird since his family was there with him but when shit hit the fan and he has no other options.) You were the only person to call when he found himself in a pickle. When he couldn't tell you himself what's going on. You had the right to know the whereabouts of your lover.

Your mind was swirling when you found out Bruce Wayne was his adoptive father, that Dick Grayson and the rest of the bat family were all his siblings that happened to be the most famous vigilantes in all of Gotham.

You stood before him, laid in bed unconscious with a heart monitor, IV bag attached to his vein and any other machine to make sure his body doesn't crash, feeling nothing but relief, confusion and worry.

"He talks about you ya know?"

"I didn't know, any of it, I swear I didn't."

Bruce nods in understanding. "He has his reasoning, all of us does. Its not your fault. It just comes with the job. However, we're glad to know he has someone other than us to rely on. You clearly care, if you didn't you wouldn't have rushed down here crying and asking what happened.

"I love him. I wouldnt want this for him but I do understand. I understand that this is just part of his life and that I have to adjust."

"ya know you don't have to. You have every right to walk away. It may hurt but we understand."

Your jaw clenches at the idea, walking away? After everything you've been through? Not a chance.

"I can accept this."

"Can you really?" Damian asks, moving to stand beside his father. "Can you really accept the fact that one day his life will be on the line? That you and your future may be in danger because of it? Can you really be that stupid to stand here and say you can handle any of this?"

"If it all means being by his side, cleaning his wounds, hiding his identity, hiding your identity-- taking care of him through and through, yes I can handle all of this." Your answer was serious as you gazed back at the youngest out of all of them, "If you love someone that much you'd do just about anything for them, wouldn't you? I would. I would because he deserves to know someone is in his corner, waiting for him at the end of the tunnel, he deserves that much support no matter what."

Bruce and the rest didn't say much more after that.

You stayed at the manor majority of Jason's time of healing. He wasn't exactly happy about it but talking your way out of it was no use. You were as stubborn as a mule.

Alfred and Bruce made effort in taking you to campus and picking you up after work. You made some time getting to know the Wayne family for who they were. You'd let Alfred take a break from caring for Jason as it had been a minute since you last saw him.

And after dressing his wounds, you'd feel him reach up to twirl a braid between his fingers grasping your attention. A small smile plays on your lips. Your fingers reach over to brush the white strands from his face before proceeding to caress at his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

He grunts, pondering in thought as glances over himself. "Like a bus ran me over ten times over." His humor was dry, but a smirk still appeared onto his lips when hears you stifle a laugh. "Yeah, well next time? Maybe look both ways before crossing okay?"

"Hm, duly noted."

You shake you're head with a smile pulling away to throw the trash. You come back and sit on the side of the bed gazing over his healed face. You notice how his face grows serious. He gulps, brows knitted as he's now in deep thought. He looks to you with hesitation, wanting to say a lot but don't know how.

"Y/n, I--" he gulps, lips parted a little. "I..I don't know what to say. I'm sorry I really am I just─" his lips twist to the side. Trying to find the words to say but can't bring himself to. He's frustrated with himself. Frustrated that it came down to this in this way. It's all out of fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of losing this relationship. Scared that you might reject everything because of his lifestyle

"Don't."

Your gazes lock. You give him a reassured smile, allowing your fingers to entwine in comfort. "You don't have to tell me now. I'm not expecting an explanation right off the bat. For now, just heal and rest, please?"

He was hesitant at first but nods, placing a kiss at the center of your hand.

𝐷 = 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

Jason was a nervous wreck when he asked you out. He thought he was supposed to show off and what not but really you were simple and subtle. You found it cute when he'd make a fool of himself, giggle when he'd say something stupid. You'd hold onto his arm, strolling down the sidewalk after leaving the restaurant and tell him I really had fun tonight, it was sweet, but please don't think I'm the kind of girl who loves all that fancy shit. I mean it's gorgeous don't get me wrong but I'm not into all that.

Dates with you were never difficult. If Jason had planned something ahead of time, you were usually satisfied. If he didn't, you're indecisive, unsure of what you want. Jason would start listing things, anything that sounds remotely good or he'll suggest a new restaurant or whatever and that usually goes well.

You're not the kind of girl to go to fancy restaurants where you have to dress up, drink wine, where the chandelier is dazzling approve you, and ballroom music is playing in the background. You didn't need all that expensive shit, y'all had enough of doing that at Bruce's galas.

It wasn't you and it wasn't Jay either.

A good ol' family diner, Italian restaurant, bowling, seafood or soul food spot, movie theater or drive in theater, Korean restaurant etc was just enough to get you out of your norm. For more quieter spaces such as a cafe or a library where it's subtle and cute was more up your alley.

There have been a few times where you'd spend your time on the fire scape and watch the sun set on the horizon or stargaze in each other's arms.

And if you weren't ready to end the night, a good ol' ride around the city became the cherry on the top.

"You so cute," Jason coos, smirking from ear to ear, "such a Tatortot." Your eyes roll playfully and your lips smack at the annoying ass nickname. Although you hated it you couldn't deny the burning along your cheeks and the meekness on your face when he pulls you into his embrace. With a cute pout your head turns to the side as you sway from left to right, "Mm, you know you love it." Listening to him speak sweetly to you, you feel how he kisses up your neck, leaving lingering kisses to your flesh while he drags his nose along the underside of your jaw, smelling the scent of strawberries and vanilla through his nose. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...I love you too." You say before feeling the deep baritone of his chuckle beneath his chest.

𝐸 = 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

Neither of you knew what you were doing. Neither of you were experienced. You were both virgins at heart but your minds were anything but innocent, body yearning, body wanting. Both equally attentive, nurturing and loving. Y'all learned through and through how to take care of each other's bodies like a temple.

The closest thing to anything remotely sexual was masturbation and oral sex. Undoubtedly you both craved for it, wanted it, needed it beyond what you were used to. At first you took things slow, gentle essence with grace, no need to chase the high when both of you wanted to enjoy the expanse of bliss running through your veins.

𝐹 = 𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

It might take y'all some time to cool off.

You're a very patient woman who is slow to anger, you're not quick to assume but sometimes your thoughts want to lead you to it. And once you're at that point, it's hard to snap back out of it. You need to collect your thoughts and come back with a sound mind. You can't talk to Jason when you're angry because you may say some unnecessary things, your voice may get loud out of anger and feeling like your patience wearing thin.

And after you two are able to sit down and talk like adults, I can say you are quick to apologize if you're in the wrong and quick to forgive if he's in the wrong. Undoubtedly you hate being mad at each other for so long but there are times when you just need space.

If there was ever a time Jason were to get mad at you, I can imagine Jason being the same way. He doesn't like raising his voice but it can overpower you. Just because he's mad and you aren't on speaking terms doesn't mean he's gonna stop caring for you. He's not gonna stop watching over you when you head back home from work. Tracking your every move. Making sure your drinking enough water, eating, resting, taking breaks in between studies. He's still gonna do the things he needs to do, kiss you on the cheek and tell you that he loves you before leaving.

𝐺 = 𝐺𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑

This man is your protector through and through.

Tracking devices, security systems and weapons of every kind is much needed when dating a vigilante, you are bound to be protected at all costs. He can't risk losing you to foolishness, can't risk you getting hurt. As Red Hood, he watches over you nightly, jumping from rooftop to rooftop he makes sure that you are home from work safe and sound. I'm telling you this man does daily check ins to make sure you're good. Jason is definitely the type to live, die, and breath by you. He'd jump in front of a bullet, a car, a moving train just for your safety. He's just that reckless when it comes to you and although you hate to think of something so damaging, it's the reality of his world.

𝐻 = 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑟

I could imagine Jason being so caught up with his own shit he'd forget to care for himself. He's not worried about himself right now, he's worried about cracking this damn case. Now that he has you, he makes sure he's got a nice shave and clean cut. As far as pubic hair goes that's really up to you, he doesn't really have a problem with that. You do love the happy trail that leads into his pants, especially when he's shirtless and just wearing a pair of sweatpants. Mhmmm.

You barely grow hair. Your friends call you a hairless cat because you never had to shave your legs. Every girl you've come across was all astonished and jealous of you because of it. They were so smooth like butter, and glossy and moisturized as if you had just shaved. It would explain why Jason has an attraction for your thighs/legs. They're like velvet, they're just so soft to the point he wants to bite them. You barely got hair under your armpits─ you shave them every once and awhile but it's not distracting.

Your curls can be a lot to deal with but you love to wear them out naturally. It's not often you get your hair braided but when you do, Jason can't help but to get all smiley with you. He can't help but to look, (with permission) touch it. He even goes as far as to educate himself with asking questions about how long it takes, how they fo it etc etc etc. The same way you look at your man when he gets a nice cut, is the same way he looks at you, gorgeous and yummy. You always make sure your hair looks good and stays good before it's time to take them down.

With pubic hair, you personally love it clean, if not a clean shave you love when your hair is cut low. Jason doesn't necessarily have a preference. As long as you keep yourself clean and squeaky, he doesn't care.

𝐼 = 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦

Intimacy started with innocence and uncertainty. Equally unsure of how this should go. Insecurity came to play and then doubt and hesitation. Both of you had to learn. Step by step. It had to take time. Sweat and tears, effort and patience. Acknowledge each other's likes and dislikes. How to be cared for. How do they like to be kissed? Are they dominate or submissive? Do they like to be overpowered? Overstimulated? Do they like it rough? Slow? Hard? Fast? Etc etc etc. Undoubtedly it took time. Your kinks and all weren't really discovered until later on in the relationship when communication and trust was solid.

It just depends on the timing and mood. You can equally be playful. A painful tease. Turn role play into something deliciously nasty. Due to trauma and abuse, some kinks are experienced more than others. Consent is always key no matter what.

Jason's a switch so he can be rough and possessive, delicate and sweet when he needs to be.

You're assertive and blunt, and most times that kind of takes Jason off guard. You come when he least expects it but it keeps him on his toes and he likes that. He likes how mischievous you can be, how your words can be as charming as the moon, how your eyes constantly look at him with love and hunger at the same time. You care for him with confidence, you know what ticks him off, what drives him insane. You have a mouth on you, but he knows how to handle it, how to punish you.

Though, you can also be submissive and shy.

You haaaate your submissive side, though.

Those are the times you're sexually frustrated and need him to do unimaginable things to your body, it's rough and unforgettable. It leaves your body spent and slumped afterwards.

It's the side that's too shy to ask for it after weeks or months of not getting any. It's the side that Jason adores the most because you are your most purest. The side that wants to be told you're a good girl, that you're doing so well for baby. The side that wants to be clingy and babyed. It's also the side where you're the most compliant, agreeing to almost anything that remotely makes you feel good and cum ten times over. This side doesn't really show until later on in the relationship, after all the tension and rocky moments together have passed. This is the side he loves to lavish on.

Blame it on ovulation if you want, but these are the times─ if you're not careful, where you might get pregnant. You're so desperate, so in tune at the idea of being breeded, of having his cum deep inside you that the consequences aren't really thought of afterwards.

It's the time when you haven't really craved for it in awhile and it just...suddenly hits you. It hits Jay too, but sometimes he's not really thinking about it because he's so deep into his missions. He doesn't neglect it though. Like I said he's very observant, very attentive. He can see it all in your eyes, the way you look at him, stare at him, glare at him─ you're practically fucking him with your eyes. He doesn't do things to intentionally make you a soaking puddle but he does. The way you act. You're like a helpless prey. You're not yourself, even when he touches you your body flinches but you yearn for it. He can tell you're just acting funny yet he's waiting for you to say something. Admittedly, Jason feels the same way too. There are times when he sees you just sitting there innocent minding your business, you're doing school work, stressed out, cooking─ doesn't matter what you're doing he just wants to ravish you. Shower you with praise and worship, fuck you like there's no tomorrow.

The poor boy is starving!

He's more forward than you are, he's asking you to tell him what's wrong, is there anything you need? Is there something he can do? The tension is there and he's on you immediately, begging to hear those sweet sultry words fall from your lips. Begging for you to just say it as plain and simple as 123.

Undoubtedly he's fucking you with no breaks in between, from sun down to sun up. He's fucking you so good to the point that you're crying and sobbing into the sheets, you're pleading for him, desperate for him and only him, you just want him to do his worst on you in the most softest way possible.

You're your most loudest, poutest, whiney moans that are high pitched and whimpering like crazy. This side has a chokehold on him the most because he has you in the palm of his hand.

Undoubtedly sex can make you feel like you're most rawest. You feel bare emotionally, physically, and mentally. You're souls are connected and senses every right and wrong thing about each other.

The aftercare is top tier, five star. Talking through what just happened makes you both feel more open, amenable and vulnerable with your emotions, mental state and well being. There's no hiding the tension, no secrets of any kind─ it's just rapport

𝑱 = 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦

I'm very iffy with this one because you don't really go out much outside of school and work, barely like people as it is so it's rare of you to be at bars/clubs or parties of any sort. I feel he wouldn't be jealous, moreso protective. You're not that kind of girl, so the idea of him being jealous is pretty low. He knows you’re loyal, so there's no reason to be jealous when he already has you. The most he’ll do if he’s jealous is wrap his arm around your neck, pull you in close, cold exterior while glaring at the other person, letting them know that you're obviously taken and going any further would be a big mistake

You're not gonna talk to anybody that's not Jason, point blank period.

Same goes for jason, however I feel like the situation with him would go like from him declining them the first time right? Telling them "Hey I got a girl, back up off me." And if they keep pushing up on him, not getting the obvious. He'll chuckle dryly, knowing in the back of his mind that they're playing a dangerous game and that you're not too far from seeing what's going on. "You might not wanna do that, lady." And if she still aint getting the hint. Best believe you're ass is gonna give it to her. Because no means no, what part of that do you not understand?

𝐾 = 𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

Kissing you is like the heavenly flood gates spreading wide open. Kissing you is like a nice massage on a good tuesday night. Kissing you is escapism. Kissing you is listening to the blues under the midnight moon. Kissing you is like wedding bells chiming in the background. Kissing you is like all his problems melting away. Like the world stops spinning. Like time is of the essence but theres no rush through it. Its loving, its tender, its delicate, its gentle-- its a moment to forget everything but you. Though his cheeks may burn, his heart may flutter and body yearn, kissing you is a craving--an addiction he can never let go. Public PDA might not be his forte, but privately? He kisses how he fucks you, possessive and suave, warm and needy, dominating every sense of you. Kissing you gets him love drunk. It's just enough to gain a radiant high from the heavens.

𝐿 = 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒

His one and only true love. His only exception. The only constant in his life that makes him feel like a good man, that makes him feel worthy of it all. You had a drive, a curiosity, a determination that turned him on. He doesn't talk to anybody else, doesn't show his vulnerability to anybody else and surely doesn't pin someone's home as his safe haven when he's hurt from patrol or just need time to get away from everything── you, you were his only exception.

He couldn't pretend like the feelings weren't there. It struck him like a nerve, like a cord the day he realized. It was sudden, it was quick, it was hard to be nonchlanat when you were standing here looking as good as you do.

His resolve disappeared the moment he leaned over to place a kiss to your lips. Full and juicy, they lingered with love and moved leisurely. He wanted to make sure you felt and tasted every part of him, made sure that this wasn't just any ol' kiss. It meant something. Something so meaningful. Something so out of his norm that it was hard to explain it all in one setting.

His actions were subtle but intentional, and as your lips departed, bodies still close, clinging onto each other. Your faces were still so close, to the point of nudging your nose against his, hood eyes gazing into each other's, there was a pause, a second when things just became...still, "I love you." he breathes, gulping nervously, hands gripping you tighter, scared to let you go. Your eyes flickered up at him, internally shocked.

"I--what?" He stands his ground, "I've...loved you for a while now. Wasn't too sure how else to tell you without being a nervous wreck but.. I do. I love you more than you think. And I know it may be difficult to believe or you're just not ready for it, but I felt you should know."

It takes a minute for you to register everything. For a smile to come on your face, to see the flirtatious yet teasing gaze in your eyes as you pout and coo at him, "You love me, baby?" Your arms move upward around his shoulders feeling yourself melt into his embrace. His hands drifting past your lower hips, making you sway from left to right, smirking like an idiot. "Mmhm, I love you, I love you so much, princess."

𝑀 = 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚.ᐣ)

Weekdays; If Jason is lucky, he's usually home before you're awake. Gets himself a quick nap in before cooking you breakfast, preparing you some snacks and lunch for the day before waking you up. You're not a morning person, you hate getting up so damn early!!! You're a night owl at heart, it's hard to go to sleep at a reasonable time, so he has to get you up two hours before to get your body going and what not. Some hugs and kisses, maybe a quickie here and there before dropping you off at campus. Weekends; are your only time to be lazy, to sleep in late, have brunch, take a break from any and everything (and thats only if you don't have upcoming exams) otherwise you're spending most of your time with either Jason, Wayne family and or your friends.

For Jason, insomnia is a bitch. He tries to come home at a reasonable time (and by reasonable, i mean the lastest could be 2 o clock in the morning, but once again it all depends on his missions ya know?) but that never happens so sleep for him is off and on. On rare occasions, he's usually his best when he can sleep for a good 8 hours or so. I could imagine him being a snorer, loud or not. the kind to slot himself up against you and bury his face into your neck as he holds you tight at night, making sure he has that body to body contact helps him feel laxed and know that you are with him safe and sound.

𝑁 = 𝑁𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠

Nicknames for you: ma/mama/mamas, suga plum, buttercup, doll or dollface, baby, sweetheart, princess, tatortot (he uses this when he's being playfully annoying with you, it's funny to see you deadpan at him because you know he's targeting your height), hot pocket (comes into play when you have an attitude or your getting a little snappy at him), babygirl

Nicknames for Jason: pookie, baby, honey bun or bun bun (use this when you want to get something from him), sugar daddy (this is used to be playful, flirtatious, to watch how his face gets all red and shy but he always comes back with something so smooth and slick. It's meant to be funny but you think Jason honestly takes it seriously, in a good way ofc), mi amor, darling, Mista peaches because why not.

𝑂 = 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛

Like I said before at the beginning the relationship was still rocky because Jason was hiding his secret as Red Hood. It was kinda hard to be honest about everything, but when he told you his true lifestyle you took it to heart, and both made a vow to stay honest with each other from there on out. No more lies. No more secrets. Just being bluntly honest about everything, which neither of you had a problem with.

𝑃 = 𝑃𝘩𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎�� 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩

Publicly, PDA isn't too extreme. Y'all are not the average couple where you're constantly on each other. Being by each other's side-- knowing when your presence is near is, in your defense, just enough for you to feel okay. Holding hands in crowded areas helps with your anxiety (the idea of being claustrophobic and people touching you unwillingly makes you cringe and feel icky afterwards.)

Placing his hand on your thigh when you're nervous or anxious (you tend to bounce your knee unknowingly), lower back hand placement-- another way to give you comfort, especially when his fingers slip beneath your shirt and drift over your waist to pull you a little closer, hand kisses, a kiss to your temple or cheek-- it was all just enough for the public eye to see.

Privately, the skin-to-skin contact is a must. Kisses and make out sessions are a must. Bear hugs and cuddles is a must. Feeling your hands run through his hair and scratch at his scalp is enough. Giving each other massages is a must. Big spoon, little spoon kinda love. Making time for each other, communication is a must, just sitting in each other's presence is all that's needed.

𝑄 = 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

No distractions—just genuine connection. Deep, meaningful discussions. Doing something enjoyable together, like cooking, playing games, reading together, taking long walks in the park or just simply laying on the couch with your back against his chest, hands entangled, his face burired in the crown of your head playing light r&b music in the background. Times like these you cherish the most, no ones rushing to get anywhere, the time is slow and love is just dazzling in the air.

𝑅 = 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠

Spoiled rotten. Both of you-- moreso you, but definitely both. You'd give each other the world, moon and stars, hell even the galaxy. Jason isn't one to ask nor beg for anything because he feels he doesn't deserve it but you give it to him anyway because he does. Same way with you, if you even as look at something for so long, or you wanna buy something from amazon or at a store but you know you can't because you're a broke college student and can't afford shit-- more than likely he has already bought it for you. He always buys your favorite snacks and small little gifts here and there.

"Baby? What's this?" You ask coming over to sit close by him with a pretty cute gift bag in your hand. "Oh, just a lil sum sum for your hard work. Plus, i thought you might like it." He says resting his arm on top of the couch behind your head. He gives you a moment to open it. Watching as your smile turn into a pout as you pull out the gift makes his heart flutter. You turn to look up at him, "You spoil me too much." you expressed sweetly. Jason chuckles, shrugging like it was no big deal with a smirk on his face, "Hm, you deserve it baby. But i believe a 'thank you' would be much appreciated." Your eyes roll playfully hooking your finger over his chain, pulling him down to give him a few kisses before pulling away, "Thank you, mi amor, I love it."

𝑆 = 𝑆 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑑

Snacks and cuddles are all you ask for. Venting about it helps a lot. consulting and comforting you is the best. He lets you have your moment, whether angry, sad and happy, he lets you have your moment because feeling emotions is valid, you're able to feel how you feel.

Jason is really good at communicating his feelings with you. Sometimes he'll try to push it off to the side but he knows that won't work in the long run. So having you by his side with a listening ear, catering to him makes him feel content. He just needs to know someone is there for him, that he won't feel belittled or judged for feeling the way he does.

𝑇 = 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛-𝑜𝑓𝑓 '𝑠

Lying, broken promies, secrets are all the reasons you have trust issues with people. I mean, look at the people you have in your circle. Not very many huh? It's the same old story; you've gotten your heart broken way too many times to count. You've witnessed abuse emotional and physical and so opening up to people is very difficult on your part. If you don't like their vibe, or they betrayed you in any type of way. You're cutting them off or ignoring them immediately. Don't even bother asking them to be friends because the answer is no.

We all know Jason ain't the one to follow rules, he despises people who claim to stand for justice but act selfishly or cruelly, wary of people who try to control him or others. Loyalty is important to him, so if you betray him in any kind of way, he ain't taking it lightly. Ain't shit funny about that. He has little patience for people who are all talk and no action, back it up with some proof please, he dares anybody to do so. Lastly, when it comes to you, you're off limits, anyone hurts you, speak to you rudely, touch you nonconsensual-- they're a dead man walking.

Neither of you take any disrespect, discrimination or threat of any kind, don't even think about crossing that line.

𝑈 = 𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒

Your determination and independence is what sold him. You have enough excitement for taking risks just like him. You rebel against the rules every once and while. You're the kind person who knows they have the authority and power to do something for yourself. You don't need anyone's approval for anything. When you want something, you work hard for it. It'll take blood, sweat, and tears but best believe you're gonna get it at the end of the day. The freedom you have over your life. No one else can decide your shit for you, only you can. You're the leader of your life.

His loyalty is what makes you feel secure. You don't ever have to wonder if he's on your side or not, if he's with you and for you. He's proven himself time after time that he's with you till death. He's here and ready. He's willing to do just about anything for you. You've never had someone this down bad for you. Never had someone willing to hold you down. He loves you through and through and wouldn't do anything to betray your trust.

𝑉 = 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦

Personally you hated the size of your tits, the pudge of your stomach, your back rolls, the shape of your nose, the gap in your teeth. You just...uggggh ─ had a hard time accepting yourself for you. You're a curvaceous girl, thick in all the right places. You'd believe that you're holding up the most space because of your wide hips. Try to scrunch yourself up as much as possible. In Jason's eyes he doesn't see it that. I mean you take up most of the space in his heart but that's to be expected, that's suppose to happen. You take up his love and mind, you live rent free. He loves every part of you. He loves your gorgeous skin, your curls, your wide smile and the gap between your teeth. You're gorgeous in so many ways. He loves every inch of you.

Now I'm not saying you'd have any operations done to yourself unless there was a medical reason to or you want to lose weight, he's gonna love you regardless. It's not his body to control. What makes you happy will make him happy.

Jason was always insecure with his appearance after the Lazarus pit. Everything about him changed. He always avoided looking himself in the mirror because he just wasn't the same, it's not him, he feels like he's in someone else's body. Stolen someone else's image. He didn't feel attractive, he didn't feel confident in his own skin. It had to take you telling him that he was handsome for him to slowly approach the obvious; that he was a great looking man, sexy as hell. There was nothing wrong with him, scars and all. The shape of his build, the way he towered you like a sky scrapper. The way he could pick you up effortlessly making you feel like a feather.

𝑊 = 𝑊𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔

Mr. And Mrs. Jason Todd got a nice ring to it don't it? The day you and Jason decide to get married, it's gonna be subtle and small. Nothing to extragvant but a few of your shared friends and family members will witness this happy moment. I'ma tell you the reception is gonna be chiefs kiss, on and poppin'. The day you both say I do and move on to the next chapter, is the day you will move into your shared home. Somewhere a little safer. A home built from the ground up with security all around. Somewhere closer to your job so that way your not driving miles around. Things are gonna be set in place for when you two are ready for kids. It might even be the time when Jason won't be a vigilante for too long. For when he wants to stay home most of the time with the kids till they've grown up and gone to still and be able to take care of themselves. For when they get spoiled and babyed by everybody. Oh yeah the married life is gonna be different fasho.

𝑋 = 𝑋𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑒 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔.ᐣ)

Mona Lisa by J-Hope

Soft Spot by Keshi

Her light by Cleo Sol

Stan by 6lack

𝑌 = 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.ᐣ)

"Fuck I've missed you so much." He's breathless, hands roaming all across your body groping at the parts of you that made you feel sensitive. "You missed me baby? I can tell the way you're saying my name. Listen to you, so soaking wet." Kisses and love marks are spread all throughout each other's body. And as he crawls himself back up your body. Slotting himself between your legs his dick slides in your pink milky hole, thrusting in and out─ not waisting any time to feel you squeeze around him, clothing him with your warmth and sucking him deeper till he reaches your pillowy cervix. He's cursing underneath his breath feeling like a fish out of water. Your nails digging into the expanse of his back, whining his name as he fucks you so deep and slow. You gasp bucking into him more. "Fuck you're so deep. So fucking deep." you whimper, tilting your head to the side feeling his face bury into your neck. His hands were settled on either side of your head gripping the sheets, his hips swiveling into your pussy with need and greed. You spread your thighs wider, invitingly wanting him to bottom out. You feel sticky and hot, unable to control the hunger that strives you both to bliss. Begging for him to go fast, to dig himself harder. He's fucking you like a damn rag doll. "Mm, cum in me baby, cum in me baby please! I wanna feel it. I wanna be filled to the brim─ s-shit!" You're crying at this point. Tears streaming down the side of your face as you tilt your head back into the pillow. He growls, jaw clenched as he gives it to you ruthlessly now, still so fucking deep. His hips begin to stutter after a while, slamming himself into one last time to feel his dick shoot his warm cum into your womb.

You both can't be far apart from each other. It's a recipe for disaster yet it's the best time to crave for each other. Your touch starved and in need of attention. It's hard when he's on his missions because he can't contact you and you can't contact him until he's in the clear. So those times when he's back him standing in front of you, neither of you will be coming out of that bedroom anytime soon.

𝑍 = 𝑍𝑧𝑧

Having you cradled up in his side clinging to him like a life vest with the scent of each other being the last thing on each other's mind is the best sleep either of you could ever ask for. Being secure in the confines of his arms feels like home. It feels like love. It feels like even the world couldn't disturb you no matter how hard it tries.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[coquettebratzdoll]

PASSIVE VERSUS ACTIVE CONSUMPTION

I'm sure you've heard this all before but a reminder for those in the back: overconsumption doesn't exist (... unless you assume it does but that's another story). However, if you find yourself scrolling on tumblr on the daily with zero plans to stop, let's make that consumption useful for you!

There is nothing inherently wrong with consuming loass or shiftblr content, but what do you do with that information? Can you even remember what the last three posts you liked were about? If not, we've got a problem. All that info (which you already know, btw) is just floating around in your head with no real direction or goal.

I like to think of it like a messy wardrobe. You already have all the clothing inside, and you can make outfits, but they might seem mismatched or unstylish to you. It's not because you don't have the clothes you like, but it's because you can't find good outfit pairings underneath all your clothing.

No, I don't expect you to make 10/10 outfits every time blindfolded with your hands tied, but I do expect you to be more intentional with your scrolling. The next post you see, take a moment to actually read it. Don't like it or reblog to read it later, just take your time with the words. Give each one the gravity it needs. Read it twice, even. Then ask yourself some questions:

What is the poster trying to tell me?

What message do I get from this?

Can I apply this?

Does it resonate with me?

This list is not exhaustive, but it is a good starting point for more intentional consumption. There are other steps you can take, too:

1. Start a journal, digital or physical, to document your progress. It can bee a good way to reflect on what works for you and learn more about yourself in general.

2. Try things you wouldn't think to. Instead of looking for the "best" ways to manifest, try things that haven't been talked about before. Toss a dice and that's your lucky number for the day? Every time you like a post you manifest? The possibilities are literally endless

3. Draw your own conclusions from posts. Really critically think about it. Now, imagine you're explaining the post to a friend who's new to all this. How would you approach teaching them? What phrasing would you change? How do you understand it?

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[beauty-and-passion]

Eurovision 2025: the problem you cannot ignore

So, another Eurovision comes to an end.

And it was the 69th, so you suppose it was probably filled with sexual jokes only. But nope, aside from a couple more sexual songs, it was quite tame overall.

Am I happy about that? Eeeh. Eurovision’s experience includes stupid, silly jokes, so the 69th edition should’ve given a free pass to all of that. But I suppose the main atmosphere wasn’t too much about joking.

At least, Switzerland did its best to try and keep the competition as neutral as possible - both in terms of jokes and politics. 

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Rules for a good hosting

After last year’s hosting catastrophe, this year's was particularly good. I faced the first semi-final with fear in my eyes and heart, but it was way better than expected.

Please, allow me to explain why - oh and, Sweden: take notes, you might need them.

The Swiss are able to make fun of themselves, while telling us something about themselves. “Made in Switzerland” is a funny joke song, but it also taught me something new about Switzerland. Like that they invented LSD, which… makes both no sense and too much sense. But at least they’ve been able to tell me something about them that wasn’t just “Bo-hoo, we’re good for Eurovision only, stop blaming us for wanting to win, we’re good for nothing else”.

The Swiss made good interval acts and didn’t spend the entire time talking about Eurovision. Sure, they made sure to repeat that they were the birthplace of the competition, but didn’t talk just about that. They talked about the people behind the scenes, the fans, all stuff related to the competition. It wasn’t just a constant “greatest hits of the past compilation”.

They knew that last year, they lost to the people’s winner (Baby Lasagna), yet they invited him and gave him the chance to shine. They didn’t reduce his presence to 20 seconds into a joke song that insulted his country by saying: “Ah ah, we’re so much better than them at hosting, see how stupid their show would’ve been.”.

For the same reason, they invited Käärijä because they just knew that’s what people wanted and justice had to be made.

They didn’t try any stupid AI shit, by bringing up people who clearly didn’t want to participate: ABBA are not available? No problem, let’s make the whole stadium sing Waterloo. It wasn’t so hard.

Last but not least, they used only two hosts. Not three, not five, not twenty. Two competent hosts were more than enough.

And yes, I know Michelle Hunziker was in the finale - which was extremely weird for me, because I am used to seeing her on Italian TV. But she was mostly there to have an Italian speaker for the Italian side of Switzerland, so I suppose it’s fine.

In the end, the overall show and hosting were good. Nothing too life changing, nothing too shitty. Even the cringy moments are not so terrible: it’s mostly Hazel being awkward or having fun. Even the tongue thingy, that made me cringe in the first semi-final, when it came back in the final, it made me burst into a laugh. It was just too stupid to handle.

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The list of robbed kings is endless

My Australian Milkshake Man. My beautiful, funky, shirtless guy didn’t make it into the final.

The ignominy. The treachery. 200% sure it was rigged, because he was too good for this world, his song was perfect Eurovision material and his voice was great.

But if we have to mourn all robbed kings and queens the list would be endless and Käärijä and Baby Lasagna would still be on top. So let’s do the only sensible thing possible, which is follow them, listen to their songs, support them and shower them with love.

They deserve it.

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Sweden and Estonia: A joke can take you far

This year proved that you don’t always have to bring a serious song to get a high vote. Sometimes, something funny, carefree and different is enough.

And I think it’s beautiful that a silly song about sauna and the espresso macchiato came respectively 4th and 3rd. They were fun and people enjoyed them. So, they rightfully voted for them.

I hope this teaches something important to all countries, especially Sweden: there’s no need to always bring Generic Pop Song #36 performed by Generic Good-Looking Person #47. You can bring this too: a song in a Swedish dialect about something typical of your country. Something you enjoy.

Heck, I’ve learned more about Sweden thanks to this song, than by following last year’s show! At least this song tells me you like saunas: all I learned last year was that you have nothing but Eurovision.

But Espresso Macchiato teaches us something important too, which is: Italy is always good. It doesn’t matter if it’s Italy’s own entry, a song about Italy performed by San Marino or a song about Italian food. When in doubt, resort to Italy.

Which is comforting, at least. Our economy and politics are shit, but at least we still have a good reputation about the important things in life, aka arts and food.

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An overall good winner

At the end of the day, JJ was a good winner. The song was good, his vocals were incredible and the mix of three genres (opera, pop and electro) was new and original.

Sure, the theme is stale and old (a song about love, groundbreaking), but the means he used were interesting. A mix of genres is always appreciated and opera singers are great in general. Also, this song wasn’t a boring ballad and this is always the most important thing.

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The elephant in the room, behind the scenes and center stage

I’m tired.

Trust me, I would do anything else, aside from talking about Israel. But it’s not me that is bringing politics into a “nOn-PoLitIcAl ShOw”.

Israel is literally buying its place in the contest. It did it for a while and we ignored it. Now it’s more insufferable than ever.

Last year, it was all about bullying the other artists and buying votes with ads spread all over the Internet. Now it’s bending the rules and buying votes with ads spread all over the Internet.

And if this enraged me at first, now it makes me sad.

Israel is acting like a rich kid, who desperately wants to be part of a group. It has money, so it thinks it can buy anything. And, in a way, it can: it can buy a spot in this group and stay close to the other kids and show to the world that, hey, look, it is part of the group! It is just like the other kids!

But the other kids don’t like having Israel around. So, Israel buys their silence. It uses money to get posters all over, which show it close to the other kids, as a member of their group. See? Israel is part of the group! And no one protests, because clearly others are fine with its presence! It is just like the other kids!

But the group has rules to follow. So, Israel bends them and closes the protester’s mouths. This way, no one can say Israel has done something wrong or that it doesn’t belong to the group. It is just like the other kids!

But the kids don’t want it and want to say it. So, Israel bends rules again, uses bots, tampers with votes. It tries everything it can, to show how much the other kids love it. See? They love Israel! Israel is part of their group! It’s just like, it is exactly like them. And everyone loves it and treats it well and applaud when it appears because Israel is so normal and so loved and so appreciated.

For me, that’s just pathetic. The kind of pathetic only someone alone, unloved and in the wrong can make you feel. The sadness of a spoiled kid, too weak and coward to take responsibility for its own actions. A kid who prefers to hide, to lie, to bend truth and rules. All because it’s too difficult to admit it’s in the wrong.

I don’t believe the public’s votes were the ones given. I am 95% sure they were all rigged. And maybe the same didn’t happen to the jury votes, because they’re less likely to be tampered with by a government that has its tendrils all over the EBU. A government that is so blind and ignorant, to give 12 points to the Greek song. A song about genocide. Yes, they’re this oblivious.

When we reached the final, I was holding my breath too. And I am so, so relieved Austria won. But as many others pointed out, when you end a competition not by feeling happy or satisfied, but relieved… well, then there’s something wrong.

And something wrong is here indeed. It’s the participation of a spoiled, oblivious nation, that uses money and bends rules, because it really REALLY wants to pretend to have a good reputation, when it has not.

The truth is different and you know that, Israel. You know your reputation is not as good as you pretend it to be. You know your 2nd place isn’t the result of an incredible appreciation from all over the world.

You brought that placement, just like you brought your place in Eurovision. Because, deep down, you know Europe doesn’t want you here. You know that it would never invite you on its own accord. You know that, if you remove the anti-booing technology and stop the protests, you won’t hear loud cheers but just complaints and protests.

And not even all the money in the world can buy you the love and appreciation you so desperately crave.

So please, please try again and spend even more money. Bend the rules, use propaganda, lie and bully the other innocent participants, use bots and rig the voting system. Do your worst, to shout down all the voices that don’t want you there at all. You might actually win, if you rig the competition well enough.

And once you’ll have won, please, tell me how does it feel. How does it feel, to hold a cold trophy and pretend not to see the disgust on the world’s face? How does it feel, to buy an empty, soulless victory? How does it feel, to know you are not loved at all?

Please support your favourite artists.

And when in doubt, donate to aid agencies.

[midnightquips]

What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth.

She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff, smut, mild praise kink, foreplay, 18+

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Author's Note: Honestly hate to be doing this slow-burn to y'all but I SWEAR there'll be some development in the next chapters/parts!

Chapter 2

Part IV - Too Close to Pretend

It’s only the third morning of being home but it already feels like you're stuck in a time loop. Your mom is the constant final boss every day. You should’ve known something was up the moment she brought out her clipboard.

“I’ve reworked the sleeping arrangements,” she says, holding the thing like it was the Constitution. “So we’ll have everyone under one roof. Isn’t that lovely?”

You blink, still holding a forkful of scrambled eggs. “What happened to the hotel rooms?”

“Oh, the hotel messed up your brother’s reservation,” she replies, like that answered everything. “Apparently there was some mix-up with a convention. Comic something?”

“Comic-Con?” Jake offers, sipping his coffee.

“That’s the one! Anyway, no rooms left. So I told Benedict and Laura to take your old room, sweetheart.”

Your mouth falls open. “Then where am I supposed to sleep?”

“Oh, you and Jake can share the guest room.”

Your fork pauses mid-air.

“I—what?”

Your mother looks over her glasses like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re dating. Couples share rooms. Unless there’s something you two need to tell us?”

Jake, ever the helpful one, leans back in his chair and smiles with all the confidence of a man who wasn’t currently watching your entire nervous system short-circuit.

“Nope,” he quips cheerfully. “No objections here.”

You kick him under the table.

He coughs before crossing his arms and leaning forward. “I mean—unless Y/N isn’t comfortable?”

Every eye at the table turns to you.

You smile tightly and say through gritted teeth, “Of course, darling, I’m comfortable.”

Jake raises his mug in a mock toast. “Look at that. Domestic bliss.”

The guest room used to be your dad’s study, but somewhere between Celine’s wedding and Benedict moving out, it got converted into an all-purpose guest suite. Unfortunately, “all-purpose” meant a single queen-sized bed and a dresser older than both of you combined.

You throw your duffel bag onto the bed with a groan.

Jake follows, clearly enjoying himself far too much. It takes all your willpower not to smack him immediately.

“This is cozy,” he says, flopping back onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. “You, me, one bed. Just like old times.”

You scowl, “We were 6 the last time we shared a bed.”

“Technically, we kinda shared a bed a few years ago when I was in New York and we both passed out from a night out.”

The memory creeps in. Jake flew in to surprise you for your birthday. You were both too happy to see each other which also led to too much alcohol. He took a snapshot of you drunk eating a pizza while twirling to prove you were not drunk, only to stumble in his arms. Then you both passed out on your bed at some point when you got to your apartment.

Seeing Jake’s wistful face, you knew he was referring to the same memory.

“I promise to keep my hands to myself when I’m awake.” He wiggled his fingers

You shot him a look. “Don’t make me sleep in the bathtub.”

He laughs and pats the mattress beside him. “Come on, Y/L/N. Let’s just agree to some ground rules.”

You sighed, reluctantly toeing off your shoes. “Fine.”

Jake held up his fingers as if ticking items off a list. “No spooning. No wandering limbs. No sleep-talking about Rooster.”

“I do not talk in my sleep.”

He grinned. “You talk so much. One time in high school, I heard you have a whole conversation about cupcakes with your pillow.”

You threw a sock at him this time.

It was the most exhausting 3 hours of your life. Family members had flown in causing a min-reunion over dinner and it seemed you spent the entirety of answering how you convinced Jake to be in a relationship. It felt like your eyes were going to pop out from the amount of times you kept rolling it. 

At some point, Jake had grounded you by entwining his hand with yours, before directly addressing your nosy Auntie Theresa and emphasizing that it was him who made the love ‘declaration’ first. A round of ‘awws’ and ‘ooohs’ happened. It took you to point out that everyone’s focus should be on Celine and Henry, which effectively worked in getting the attention of you two.

In the guest bathroom, you changed into your pajamas—an oversized T-shirt and bike shorts—and came back to find Jake already in bed, shirtless, with a book in hand. Was it the first time you’ve seen him shirtless? No. But it’s the first time you feel this nervous and you absolutely hate yourself for it. 

It’s time to deflect, something your mind has terribly mastered recently.

“A book?” you raise an eyebrow. “What happened to your Playboys and Red Bulls?”

He looked up at you with a mock-wounded expression. “I’m mature now. Sophisticated. I moisturize.”

You laughed and crawled into the bed, keeping to your designated half.

The pillow barrier between you was laughable. One small, flat cushion that wouldn’t stop anything if either of you rolled over.

You stared at the ceiling, arms tucked close to your body. You shuffle your feet, trying to get comfortable. Jake can sense the unease but remains quiet. He knows to give you space.

“This is weird,” you finally whisper.

Jake shifts slightly beside you. “Doesn’t have to be.”

You turn to your side, facing him. “You ever think we’re too good at pretending?”

He’s quiet for a moment before looking at you directly, “I don’t really have to try too hard with you.”

Your heart stutters.

“Jake,” you began.

He reaches out and gently brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. The touch is featherlight. Careful. Your heart skips a beat from the intimacy. 

“Can I tell you a secret?”

You weren’t aware that his recent revelations in the past few days were common knowledge, but you okay. You just nod to signal him to go on.

“The first year or two in the Navy, when things got difficult, you were the first person I’ve always wanted to call. I think the reality of not having you within an arm's reach weighed heavily on me.”

You look at him, questioning, “You rarely called though.”

“I didn’t know how to call without saying I missed you.”

You unconsciously move your hands until your fingers brush Jake’s under the sheets.

He doesn’t move away.

“I thought… You were fine. That you were doing what you’re supposed to.” you admit. 

Jake’s eyes search yours. “I was. But also part of me also thought I should let you go. You know?”

You hum before the silence between you take over. The gravity of years you both had tiptoed around was heavy in the air. The fear of what would happen if you really looked at each other.

Finally, you whisper, “We should sleep.”

Jake nods once. “Yeah. Okay.”

But his fingers stay tangled with yours that night. Calming. Assuring things unspoken.

You wake to the feeling of warmth against your back. It takes a second to realize that Jake was wrapped around you. You figured that at some point in the night, you’d both moved. The pillow barrier is gone, probably kicked to the floor. His breath is warm against the back of your neck, and his body is pressed along yours from shoulder to hip.

Your entire body flushed hot. You don’t move and truthfully, a part of you didn’t want to.

You feel Jake’s arms tighten around your waist as he sleepily nuzzles into your neck. Your hands automatically soothes him. It felt oddly comfortable and domestic, which you decide is a feeling probably best not entertained.

After a few long minutes, you decide to gently peel his arm away and slip out of bed, careful not to wake him.

You need air.

You find yourself on the back porch, hoodie pulled tight around you, mug of tea in hand. You stare out into the dark yard, your mind racing. This whole pretense was getting out of control. Every second you spent with him blurred the lines you had spent years drawing.

Jake had always been an anchor—safe, comfortable, submerged.

But now, he’s being hoisted back in your life and you were realizing that he was also the storm.

The one person who could ruin you with a single confession.

“You alright?” Speak of the devil.

You turn to find him standing in the doorway, hair a mess, dressed in a white shirt and barefoot. A coffee mug in his hand.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, voice hoarse

He steps outside and sits beside you. “You didn’t.”

You both sit in silence, sipping your drinks, the tension thick and unspoken. Jake keeps stealing glances at you. Legs crossed and hair softly framing your face as you blew on your tea to be able to sip. It’s not like this was the first time he’s ever seen you like this. It had been countless, but perhaps it’s never been in this situation, where both of you are particularly vulnerable from the pretense you are both keeping up. 

A part of him is scared that you are both opening this box that seemed to have been kept behind the veil of your friendship, but he is also basking in the relief of slowly releasing the hold on the lid.

“Feels like a dream.” he says suddenly. 

“What is?”

“This. Us. Together like this. Quiet mornings, coffee, you in one of those stupid hoodies.”

You stare at him, goosebumps forming on your arms beneath your sweater. The revelations in the past days slowly build a pile of confusion. Hell, what was one more right?

“Why are you suddenly saying all of this?” you ask, voice barely audible.

Jake doesn’t look at you. “Just feels like the only chance I’ll get.”

Your heart cracks open a little more. For a moment, you almost believe that you and Jake feel the same way. Have the same reason for always holding distance despite the facade of closeness.

You don’t respond. You couldn’t.

Instead, you lean your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t move–just sits there, still, solid and warm. It briefly allows you to pretend your fake dating story was real.

That it hadn’t been made up in a truck to avoid awkward questions.

That the boy you loved had always loved you back—and that he’d finally said it out loud.

But morning would come, along with it the truth that you are nothing but friends. And all you’ll have are happy lies you’ll keep telling so no one would notice your heart was breaking.

Because you're Y/N Y/L/N.

And Jake Seresin?

He's your best friend.

Nothing more.

And definitely nothing less.

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[oligbia]

omg yes plsplspls

domestic daichi comes home from work (timeskip fs) and you cook his fav meal and hes just like omg im so in love how did i get so lucky 😼

SO okay this started as a 3k word thing but I cut it down to make it more bite-size... this only means I have another Daichi thing I'm sitting on teehee. I also didn't edit this as close so... my bad

Labor of Love

Sawamura Daichi X Reader

Tags: Sawamura Daichi X fem!reader (reader is referred to with she/her pronouns), Fluff, yearning, small and vague mentions of 'home checks' in police work

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Songs I thought about while writing this: "Unkown/Nth" by Hozier, "So Highschool" by Taylor Swift, "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson

Daichi swore he would spend the rest of his life wondering what he did to be so lucky. He lived what he thought was a good life, holding doors for strangers, acting with kindness, and saying “sir” and “ma’am”, but he was convinced that a lifetime of goodness would have ever been enough to be blessed with an angel like you. He would spend the rest of his life devoted to you, the rest of his life spent solely to make sure he treated you right. 

When he married you, writing vows was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Not because he didn’t have anything to say, but rather because he had so much to say there was no possible way to put it into words. There was no way to possibly capture just how much he loved you. No words could ever convey the way that you are the reason he continues to breathe, his devotion to loving you is his only purpose. He would get on his knees to worship every inch of you. He would go to the depths of the earth and claw his way back to show you how much he loved you. 

And if he ever had to doubt why he loves you, it is the little scene in front of him that reminds him why he loves you. 

You stood over the stove, humming a soft song to yourself as you cooked- wearing one of his discarded police academy shirts you reclaimed as your own and pajama pants. You were ethereal in the soft lights of the kitchen, glowing beautifully. He didn’t need to see your face to feel the familiar warmth in his chest when you smile- that soft, almost subtle smile when you think no one looking. But he’s looking, he sees it every time. and he cherishes it- revels in it. 

He undoes his police shoes, hanging up his hat and vest in the coat closet, trying to be quiet- not wanting to startle you. He didn’t want to ruin such a perfect moment, such a perfect view. His blue police button down and black slacks still on, he creeps up behind you, wrapping his large arms around your waste. 

He presses a firm kiss to the back of your neck, body immediately relaxing the second he notices the softness of your scent- the smell of home in his arms. He lets his head rest on your shoulder, eyes closed. He doesn’t say a word. 

“hi, ‘mura,” You say with a soft laugh, resting one arm above his and the other still stirring dinner. 

He hums softly into your neck. 

“My love,” He mumbles softly, arms tightening, “I missed you.” 

You sit the spoon down entirely, both of your hands now on top of his as they rest wrapped around your waist. He’s wearing the watch you bought him as a gift when he finished at the Police Academy. “I missed you. Long day?” 

He just nods against your neck in response. It had been a long day, it was the day of the month all the community officers had to visit the homes listed for home checks. He hated those days- he hated the guilt he felt when he couldn’t save everyone who needed it, the guilt of knowing sometimes there is nothing he can do. 

“Dinner will be done soon if you want it,” you offer softly to him, your fingers loosely intertwined with where they rest. He nods and reluctantly pulls back to change. He notices what you’re making- 

“Shoyu Ramen.” 

It was his favorite. He knew that you knew that. But what he also knew is that making it was a multiple days-long process of preparing meats and broths that need days to sit before you can cook. It’s a labor- but a labor of love. Once again- he wonders what he ever did for the universe to ever even consider allowing him to have someone as perfect as you. 

You turn your head back to smile at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “yea, it is,” you say softly, your voice sounds sweeter than honey to him. “Go put your work clothes to wash,” 

He nods and catches your face gently in his hands, pressing a soft and firm kiss to your lips, all the worries and weight of his day melting as his lips meet yours. “Have I told you lately  how much I love you?” 

You smile again- this time one of the smiles you give him, a grin that makes your eyes sparkle just for him. “You have-“ 

He had told you- he told you the first thing when he woke up, he told you right before he left the house, he told you at least three times over text, and he was telling you right now. But to him, with how you absolutely held his entire universe in his hand, it would never be enough.

 He takes your face in both of his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Well, then let me remind you,” he starts, his voice soft and smooth, forehead to yours, “You, my love, make my world spin. You make me a better man, you keep my heart beating and my soul warm. I would be nothing without you, and I am forever grateful to be loved by someone as perfect as you.” 

You hands come to rest on top of his,he can see the wedding band he put on your finger as soon as he was able to, a constant and physical reminder that love for you would be everlasting and would be with you for the rest of eternity. Until you were both in the ground next to each other, he would spend his lifetime loving you. 

You were the best thing to ever happen in his life, and he was determined to make sure he could spend the rest of his life repaying the universe for the blessing of your life by being nothing but good. 

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5 Underrated Things or Tactics That May Aid Bell's Hells to Victory

Spoilers up to Campaign 3 Episode 116 below

Well Critters, it all comes down to this.

Vox Machina dismantled the Malleus Keep, killed Ozo (the Bozo) Kruft, and freed the Champion of Ravens which removed the tidal lock on Ruidus, and now the Mighty Nein have disintegrated the Weave Mind, completing essentially a full dismantling of the Kreviris Imperium, all of which quicker than I anticipated. All that's left is the Hallowed Cage, where Ludinus Da'leth and his inner circle are using his harness to try and fully destroy Liliana Temult. Bell's Hells begin a race against time to save her, but also a race to defeat Ludinus before he unleashes his intentions unto Exandria and its Pantheon with Predathos, and then decide for themselves what they do with the God Eater.

Suffice to say, and I dunno about everyone else but, I am terrified. I believe they can win but Ludinus is not to be underestimated, this second harness means he may be stronger - and he was already the strongest wizard alive - and have access to more powers compared to his simulacra, plus Predathos may come during or after this battle, which can put the Hells in a weakened state. Matt has likely prepared his best and worst for this final battle too, but the Hells aren't Lv. 20 combatants like the other groups; there's no 9th level spells, no Divine Intervention, and the group lost their cleric ~20 episodes back, so even though VM and the Nein were ultimately successful within 1-2 episodes having to use both of their auto-succeed Divine Interventions from their two clerics in the process, this is the battle. And with that is a ridiculous amount of tension for Ludinus and for what comes after. For all we know, the cast may've already recorded ahead enough to have finished the final fight, maybe even finished the campaign (though I hope not, partly because I don't want it to end yet but also I feel like the dawn of the new era should be explored regardless of what choice the Hells make, plus some characters could use a bit more resolution after the big fight and the pressure of stakes and time sensitivity have been alleviated) but for us it's a nervous wait, and a wonder of what can be done to win and what choice will be made to determine the future of Exandria, Ruidus, their faith and their people. So, this is my indulging into that first part, 5 lower-key things or tactics that might not have been initially thought of that could make things easier to defeat Ludinus.

Liliana, the Inner Circle, and the Arcane Battery Provided that the Hells make it in time to stop Liliana from being totally destroyed by the harness (which is very possible since Laudna does have that tracking spell on him since Aeor, it's all about speed and not running into enemies) she will still be without her magic to fight. Ludinus' inner circle holding her down is comprised of Reilorans but also other Ruidusborns, and that's something the Hells can expose. Liliana cannot fight, but Ruidusborns can take spell slots from each other, so Liliana and any KO'd Ruidusborns from the inner circle can be used as spell slot fuel for Imogen and Fearne. Ludinus also gave a 9-slot fully-charged Arcane Battery to the Hells in order to trigger Delilah within Laudna for his escape, the battery can help recharge Laudna's slots too which makes this tactic handy for the witches of the group.

Dunamancy One of Ludinus' most important tools for his plan has been Luxon Beacons, a device able to unravel even divine magic, but much like the Harness it can prove his undoing. Dunamancy hasn't been touched upon as much as early C3 hinted it could have, but for lack of a better phrase, the possibilities are still endless. The Hells have multiple Potions of Possibility at their disposal to aid with rolls, but they also were given a Sphere of Dunamantic Restoration by the Kryn, which will trigger the effects of a Short Rest and a health and spell slot recharge - which can be handy in a pinch and to reuse some once per short rest abilities. Ashton is the key factor though, I've mentioned it a few times already but we don't know if these items will behave differently with them, via their own internal dunamancy abilities. Given the unknown factor, that's why it's not deemed as much of a tactic as it is a Hail Mary, but it is one that could lead to Ludinus' own magic unraveling, and maybe even Predathos' too

The Whirling Dervish & Conditional Advantages In Vassalheim, Dorian received his family sword: Gambolcleft, the Vortex Blade. One of its yet to be used abilities involves a once a day repetitive use of striking an enemy, similar to how Ozo killed Vex, provided that they attack with Disadvantage. Dorian is already looking at a high attack roll given Gambolcleft's +3 to attack and hit rolls, and Master's Flourish means he doesn't have to use a Bardic Inspiration to stack a Blade Flourish (Defensive Flourish is probably best, the damage is also doubled by Gambolcleft), the only quibble is the disadvantage. Fortunately, most of the Hells have skills that can force Ludinus into conditions where attacks would do advantage on him: stunning and rendering him prone being most likely, but paralysis is possible if a Hold Person is successful. It would of course require his Legendary Resistances to be used up first, but if Ludinus gets stunned or knocked prone within Dorian's range, Gambolcleft could easily carve its way through him with continual hits, stacked potentially by Bless and Mark of the Messy End, for perpetual damage and make Dorian himself impossible to hit on his next turn. Stunning or Proning Ludinus also leaves Ludinus at the vicious mercy of the martial players, especially for conditions that auto-crit when hit.

The Hole (or the Bag of Holding) Occam's Razor. An old but gold tactic of the Hells could very easily be used against Ludinus too. The portable hole or the bag of holding are devoid of air, left in one long enough with it sealed would mean suffocation as have been the fate of many of the Hells' past opponents that they didn't have time to deal with. The Hole's downside is that a Strength check can lead to a creature forcing their way out, but the Hells do have plenty of skills that can impose disadvantage on Strength rolls and the aforementioned conditions could help that, Ashton's Hammer may also make it more difficult to unfold the Hole if its Immovable Rod is propped atop of it - but that'd be down to Matt's discretion. The Bag of Holding doesn't have the strength save, but it is smaller so it may not be able to fit him in it. I'm not sure if Ludinus can use Gate to escape either, dunno if that leads to the whole extradimensional rip thing that happens if you open one while in the other, but if he does it's a concentration spell so the Hells could just keep knocking him back from the other side, a bigger group of enemies in either also reduces the time needed before they suffocate.

The Harness and the One-Chance Polymorph Right now Ludinus is using a harness to destroy Liliana, comparing it to the one in Moleasmyr it'll potentially take about an hour to finish the process providing that this factor wasn't improved upon. However, removing magic within a being for a whole day only required a minute of contact in the Hells' one and maybe Ludinus', thus his creation and reason for long life and power can also be the key to his downfall. Holding Ludinus down for a minute is of course not as easy as it sounds but that's where Polymorph can come in. Polymorph lasts at most an hour, so as long as Ludinus is changed into a creature that can easily be restrained they can use the harness on it and remove Ludinus of his entire arsenal in order to finish him off without the risk of his high level spells. The tricky part is getting Polymorph to succeed; Wisdom is after all a Wizard's bread and butter, but there is a single gambit that could make it work. It requires all Legendary Resistances to be gone of course, and for Laudna and Braius to be conscious; Braius has a once per long rest ability to change a Wisdom saving throw to a Charisma one, which he used to allow Dorian to succeed in making the Dominox dance in the live show, Laudna's Void Puppet can force disadvantage on saves to those within 5ft of it, which will negate his magical resistance to just a clean roll. Orym can also use Hex to impose a disadvantage, which may be able to stack, but this would also hinge on Ludinus' charisma not being super high and if the Polymorph fails once it will likely not be able to be tried again.

The fight won't be easy, but there are avenues that can make it less dangerous, a strategy is very much required for such a foe. All the while my strategy remains keeping up the prayer circle. Deep breaths everyone.

[infamousbrad]

I warned you.

About 15 years ago, I had a minor moment of Internet fame when I wrote a lengthy essay series on LiveJournal called "Christians in the Hand of an Angry God." In it, I argued that right-wing evangelical "Christianity" was literally Satanic by scriptural standards, was literally the cult of anti-Christ that Jesus prophesied in Matthew 25:31-46, that they were literally worshiping a made-up guy with the same name to justify cruelty, just like Jesus predicted they would the week before the crucifixion.

And at least half of the people who read it and praised it called it excellent satire. They saw my point, thought I was onto something, but couldn't take seriously that I literally meant what I literally said.

"Do not commit the sin of empathy."

Jesus' prophesy that these people were coming was not especially miraculous, in hindsight. No philosophy or theological movement becomes a large organized church, let alone a majority faith of a nation, without needing rich people's money, and/or government funding, to pay for it all.

And rich people in general, and right-wing governments in general, get to be the way they are by believing that the poor and the down-trodden can never be shown anything but cruelty, should never be rewarded, or else they'll lose all motivation to obey, to work hard, to be good. (By contrast, they believe that the same thing would happen to rich, powerful, popular people if they were ever punished in any way, if they were ever anything but rewarded.)

And rich people and governments are not going to subsidize your church foundation funds, your church repair funds, et cetera if you tell them that they're evil. But someone definitely will come along and offer to take that money. The people who take that money and conform won't even all be lying psychopaths; if you truly believe that your organization matters, is doing irreplaceable good in the world, you'll sacrifice any principle of your faith to keep the bills paid, you'll look away from or excuse any sin. It's that or see it all shrink and crumble into irrelevance.

I've come to the conclusion that it may not actually be possible to be a good person while practicing the majority faith of the land you live in. Or, if it is possible, well, like the man said, "straight is the gate and narrow is the way, and few there be that find it."

The Episcopal Church has its own legacy of sin, they've long overlooked a laundry list of crimes to pay their own bills, so don't rush to congratulate a mainline bishop for preaching mainline Christianity or take too much pleasure from Trump and his fascist followers being surprised that that happened. But do remember this:

From the mid-1970s to the present, right-wing billionaires have poured a LOT of money into church expansion and maintenance conditional on them distorting the Bible's teachings to make it appear that Jesus was pro-fascist. "To deceive, if it were possible, the very elect." So when honest theologians tell you that this is literally anti-Christ, literally checks every box in the Bible's description of the future cult of anti-Christ, you need to hear us.

The modern book and movie image of "the Antichrist" was a well-funded propaganda campaign to distract you from the plain language of the scriptures. The biblical anti-Christ is not some socialist liberal peacenik. The biblical anti-Christ is everyone who tells you that Jesus wants you to be cruel to "the least of these, my brethren" so that they'll straighten up and fly right.

[baepsays]

cw: incubus Gojo, dub-con, borderline non-con, gloomy loner reader, exhibitionism, groping.

a/n: full length work is in the progress, please leave a comment to be added to the tag list. this will be out next month so i will let this marinate.

INCUBUS!GOJO Who latches onto gloomy and loner reader. And for the first few days he just floats around you without trying anything.

INCUBUS!GOJO just moves around you, nuzzles in your cheeks, sniffs your hair, sits beside you and twirls a strand of hair while you work. Or comes up from behind and places his head on your shoulder and stares at your face.

Until one day INCUBUS!GOJO catches you off guard by poking you in the eye, out of curiosity, because he really liked the color of your eyes, and realizes this entire time you could see him. You shriek in pain and start cursing him out. And he takes full advantage of that.

INCUBUS!GOJO Starts with just caressing you here and there. Building things up. Talking your ear off. Mostly with dirty talk.

“Ughhh I wish I was inside you right now.”

“I bet I can fit my entire cock in one go.”

“I want to eat you out and have you watch me. I bet you'll like that.”

And it takes you everything to ignore INCUBUS!GOJO 's words. While you silently sit and get more agitated and flustered with each word. As he simply leaves you tightening and rubbing your thighs together.

And god forbid INCUBUS!GOJO catches a whiff of it. “Oh shit! Did you get wet already!??? Ahhh, see I knew you were special! So sweet and sloppy, ice cream sundae has nothing on you. I would rather eat a hundred of you.” Is what he will say while he groped your thighs over your pants and runs his hands under your shirt.

INCUBUS!GOJO is a hazard to have around. From every waking moment to until you sleep. He makes you cum at least six times a day. And it is getting more annoying with the limited amount of underwear you have left to wear. But he would rather prefer you did not wear one. Better access. And takes the initiative to make you realize how much better it is to just go commando, by stealing and hiding your clean underwear as well.

INCUBUS!GOJO will sit in a seat that you're about to sit down in, then flash a big grin while patting his thighs. If you are in no position to opt for a different seat, count it as his lucky day. Once you were in a meeting, and he sat down in your designated seat at the table before you could take it. And left you no option but to sit through the entire thing on his lap.

And he made the most of it.

Roamed his hands all over your body, opened up your shirt and pulled your bra down to put your tits out on a show. And bunched up your skirt to push aside your panties and ram his cock into your hole, which is still wet and stretched out from him waking you up in the morning by eating you out and fingering you.

At that moment you were first confused why no one gave any reaction, only to later get so engrossed into the whole thing that it took your coworkers at least four times to call you out of it .

Thankfully INCUBUS!GOJO later told you that anything he does to you isn't noticeable by the ordinary eyes, except for your own reactions to him. That he told you reluctantly, because he finds it more fun to have you melt and become a nervous wreck in his arms, thinking that everyone can see you doing these obscene things. Only because you got really angry and threw salt at him thinking you might be losing your job, which made him unable to pester you for a few hours. 

INCUBUS!GOJO is the worst in public, crowded spaces. Because on your way to work, he is pressing himself against you in an already crowded train. 

“Ah, let me have my fill, sweets. Didn't even get to have my breakfast since you woke up late.” And his chest is pressed up to your tits, his one hand is holding up your leg, while the other rubs your pussy through your underwear. Which is already wet enough. So he further ruins them.

INCUBUS!GOJO will shove one finger in at first and rub it around. Watching you trying your best to not contort your face in a way that deems you as a criminal charged with public indecency.

“Aw. come on sweets. You can scream right? It's not like anyone will notice.” He will say as he shoves two more fingers inside, while his thumb rubs on your clit. And he will finger you until your station comes and you cum as well.

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[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑎𝑔𝑎

Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.

Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.

Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.

Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...

Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...

Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.

Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.

He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.

"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."

"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"

Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.

"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"

He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.

"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"

"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"

He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.

"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"

"It hurts... please–"

He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.

"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"

He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.

"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"

He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.

"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"

He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.

"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"

He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.

"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"

He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.

"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"

Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.

"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"

Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.

"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."

[vintagebuckybarnes]

In Vino Veritas

Pairing → Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Lab Assistant! Female! Reader

Total Wordcount → 3.5K

Summary → It all started when you and the Avengers enjoyed drinks during the afterparty back at the Avengers Tower. There, Tony revealed one of your deepest secrets, and even though you wish it had never come to light at first, you’re glad it did when the man you love stands on your doorstep, ready to start the rest of your life together.

Tags & Warnings → Semi-canon compliant, Avenger! Bucky Barnes, Female! Reader, Tony’s Lab Assistant! Reader, Bucky’s past as TWS is mentioned, emotional hurt/comfort, mutual pining, some cursing, and explicit sexual content.

Tags: Smut → Grinding, begging, some dirty talk, praise, teasing Bucky, protected sex, cowgirl position.

Story Rating → Explicit

Author’s Note → This story is beta'd by the wonderful @late-to-the-party-81, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I hope you'll all enjoy my story, which is filled with some angst, lots of fluff, and some smut to top it all off! 💜

Writing Prompts @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition → “There is no us.” | Riding | In vino veritas | “Touch me.” @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition → Crush at first sight @julybreakbingo Post-JBB → Being confronted about their feelings for another

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The evening starts fine, good, even. But it all takes an unexpected turn when the man you work for - Tony Stark - reveals your secret. A secret that you’d only recently revealed to him.

Earlier that day, you’d spotted Bucky as he was working out and from that moment on your mind has been with him instead of your usual work and tasks.

“Hello, Y/N? Anyone home in there?” Tony asks as he lays a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. You look up at him with a worried look while he smiles back at you with a kind expression. A soft sigh escapes your lips as the thoughts in your head wander off again, specifically how his back looked underneath the tank top he wore in the gym while doing squats. Not only that, but you also can’t stop thinking about the way his ass looked in the sweatpants he wore. In a word, magnificent.

“Is everything okay with you? You’ve been a bit off your game today.” As Tony sits next to you, you put down the screwdriver you were holding - the one he asked you three times to pass to him - before turning to face him, your gaze focusing somewhere on the wall behind him. For a moment, there’s a silence between you as you gather the courage to tell him what’s been on your mind.

“Well, uhm- There’s something, or someone, that I can’t stop thinking about, and it’s taking over my mind every second of every day. It- It’s Bucky,” you say almost in a whisper. For a few seconds, Tony is completely silent as he lets the thought of you having a crush on one of his fellow Avengers sit in his mind. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he reaches out for your hand and takes it between his warm ones.

“You know that I’ll always support you in everything, right? I supported you when you expressed your desire to halt your life as an Avenger and retrain as my lab technician, and I supported you when you moved out of Avengers Tower to have your own home with more peace. This is not going to be any different. All I’m hoping for is that he will make you the happiest and best version of you, as you deserve nothing less.”

Tears brim at your waterline as Tony tells you this, and even though you deeply appreciate him, his words, and everything he has done for you, you can’t help but still feel a bit… odd about the fact you told him you’re having a crush on Bucky. That you have a crush on the man who was once the most feared assassin in the world under the hands of HYDRA.

“Now, can you hand me that screwdriver before your thoughts wander off to him again?” your boss asks in a teasing tone, making you smile as you grab it and hand it to him. Somehow, he always seems to know the right thing to say, and it's exactly why you enjoy spending time by his side while learning everything there is to know about his lab and what's going on in there.

Just as you’re about to get comfortable with another drink in your hand, you meet the gaze of the man you’re crushing on, and you feel heat coursing through your veins. The lines around his deep blue eyes intensify as he smiles at you, his attention making every last thought in your brain disappear. You’re so captivated by how Bucky looks at you that you miss your seat as you sit down. However, before you fall, you’re caught by a pair of solid arms that prevent you from hitting the floor.

“Careful there, Little One,” Thor says in his deep voice, his accent always making the butterflies in your stomach go wild. Even though you’d known Thor since you were young, you couldn’t help but get a little flustered by the nickname, and he smiled at you as you were finally sitting on the chair you intended to use.

“Thank you, Thor,” you whisper before sipping your cocktail. Around you, the conversations are starting to become a little blurry as you focus on Bucky and everything he has to say, his lips forming around the words effortlessly. When you suddenly feel a little shove against your arm, you yelp, making everyone go silent as they look at you.

“What did you do that for?!” you ask Thor in a low voice, but all he does is point to Tony, who obviously has something to say as he’s waving for everyone’s attention. There are moments when you enjoy the fact that alcohol can bring out people’s true feelings or thoughts, also known as in vino veritas, but not now. Oh no, now you wish you could disappear as you listen to the words coming out of Tony’s mouth.

“Guys, you really shouldn’t say this to Bucky or Y/N, but they’re having a massive crush on one another!” Tony says in a loud whispering tone, but what he fails to notice in his inebriated state is that you two are sitting right across from one another, enjoying the afterparty just like everyone else. Or at least, you were enjoying the afterparty until your secret got out.

The glass you were holding falls out of your hand before shattering into pieces on the floor, and your feet carry you as fast as they can away from the party and away from your worst nightmare come true. The music behind you fades away as you turn one corner after another, tears burning in your eyes as the event repeatedly replays in your mind. Your lungs start to burn as you keep running, the stinging feeling in your side increasing as you run out of the Avengers Tower into the night.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s world feels like it has taken a 180-degree turn. Mere minutes ago, he could only fantasize that you could have feelings for him, but now? A wave of disbelief washes over the super soldier, his expression showing pure surprise as he takes the moment in. For him, it was a crush at first sight from the momentyou walked into the training room on your first day. Over the years, his feelings have intensified, although he has only told Steve about his crush - or rather his now deep-rooted love - for you.

And yet, now that the pair of you have been confronted about your feelings for one another, he doesn’t know what to do. He has replayed the moment he’d confess his feelings to you more times than he can count in his mind, and in none of those versions, this is one of the scenarios that had appeared. It’s only when Steve grabs his arm and pulls him away that he seemingly comes back to reality again.

“Bucky, how does Tony know about your crush on Y/N? I mean, I’m, of course, fine with you sharing it, but-”

“I don’t know, Steve, I don’t know, and it kills me,” Bucky says as he runs his fingers through his cropped hair.“Fuck- I was planning on telling her this week but… but now it’s ruined, and I didn’t even get the chance to talk to her, and-” It’s all Bucky can say as he fights the urge to punch the wall with his metal fist, both hands clenched by his side as he tries to regulate his breathing. Without warning, Steve pulls him into a hug, and Bucky’s arms snake around his best friend's waist as his fingers clutch at the fabric of his shirt.

“It’s going to be okay, I promise,” Steve whispers, though he’s not entirely sure that’s true because he knows as well as anyone that things don’t always go back to how they were before. Still, Bucky decides to believe him as they stand there for a little while longer, and he soaks in every bit of comfort he can get for now. Lord knows he’s going to need it.

The past few days have been strange, to say the least. You haven’t been to the Avengers Tower since Tony revealed your now not-so-secret crush on the super soldier. You’re afraid of what will happen if you do. This also means you haven’t seen Bucky in a few days, and you miss him. You miss hearing his laugh, and you miss seeing how his mouth turns slightly upward as you hand him one of your baked goods, but most of all, you miss how his arms feel when he pulls you in for a hug.

Just as you’re about to make yourself a cup of tea, you get pulled from your thoughts by a soft but familiar knock on the door; only one thing can make that sound: Bucky’s metal hand knocking against the wood. For a moment, you contemplate your actions, but decide to give him at least a chance to talk, especially as it wasn’t him who laid out your feelings in front of everyone.

“Bucky, hi,” you say softly as you take in his appearance, your heart sinking as you do. It’s evident he hasn’t slept at all the past few days. There are dark circles under his eyes, and he doesn’t look as healthy as usual—more disheveled. The struggles he’s facing are apparent in his entire demeanor, and all you want to do is wrap him up in a warm blanket and cuddle him until the end of time.

“Hi,” he says hoarsely, and you step aside, allowing him to enter your apartment. He’s been here a few times already, and usually there’s a warmth radiating from you and every inch of the little place you call home, but ever since the party, it hasn’t been the same. It isn’t just the apartment, either. You feel different.

“Would you like some tea before we talk?” you ask to break the tension. “I was about to make some.”

He nods at you before wandering further into your apartment, and you head to the kitchen, picking out another mug for Bucky to use. Once he’s caught sight of your couch, he immediately takes a seat, a soft groan audible as he does. There aren’t many places more comfortable than the large couch that’s standing right here in your living room.

When you emerge a few minutes later with two steaming mugs of tea and a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies you baked fresh this morning, Bucky can’t help but smile at you. He gladly takes the tea with one of the cookies, as they’re his favorite, and when you sit down next to him, it feels just like it always has, as if nothing has changed. But you both know it has, and that’s why the super soldier’s now in your living room.

“So…” you start, unsure what to say now that he’s sitting on your couch. Bucky’s eyes are trained on the steaming tea in his hands, his thoughts going a mile a minute as he’s thinking about what he wants to say - other than confessing his love for you.

“So… uhm, we missed seeing you around the Tower,” Bucky starts, though you both know it’s mostly him who has missed seeing you there. You have always been a staple there during his mornings as you make him a cup of coffee, and during movie nights, you were always the one he could sit next to and enjoy the movie, but now that you’re not there, it’s like a piece of soul has left the Tower with you.

“I mean, yeah. It’s been a bit awkward for me to go back after what happened a few days ago,” you tell him, and a shudder of horror runs down your spine at the thought of having to face Tony again. A smile tugs at the corners of Bucky’s lips as he thinks back to what happened that night, a happy memory of your first meeting resurfacing in the back of his mind as he does.

“Good morning, Sergeant Barnes. I’ve made some chocolate chip cookies, if you want some. However, I should warn you, Tony’s been on the prowl since I took them out of the oven, so I’ll advise you to be quick,” you say with a glare towards Tony, who has been eyeing them up since he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. For the first time in a long time, Bucky showed something akin to a smile, and everyone looked at each other to ensure they saw it, too.

“Thank you,” he says lowly, grabbing one of the smaller ones on the plate, followed by a cup of coffee, before swiftly leaving the kitchen to spend more time in his room. Before Bucky even left the kitchen, Tony was on the cookies as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks, and this time you let him.

“Can I- Is it okay if I tell you something? Because if I don’t say it now, I don’t know if I ever will,” Bucky says softly, and you nod before repositioning yourself so that you’re facing him. His gaze is still trained on his mug as he thinks carefully about his next words, afraid he might accidentally say the wrong thing.

“Tony was right. He is right, actually. When he said, we’re crushing on each other. I’ve been crushing on you since you offered me those chocolate chip cookies when Tony threatened to eat them all before anyone else had a chance to get them. It was like a switch flipped inside me back then, and I haven’t been the same since,” Bucky says, his mouth now in a line as he tells you about his feelings.

“Each time I look at you, it’s like I’m seeing an angel, and every time I hear your voice, it’s like a little piece of my soul is healing, too. I find myself drawn to you in every room and wonder what life has in store for us. But deep down inside, I know there is no ‘us’ yet. But I want there to be us. I want you, Y/N. I want you to be mine, in whatever capacity you’ll have me. If you want to stay friends, that’s okay with me, but if you want more, I’ll happily accept every bit of love you’re willing to offer me.”

Once Bucky’s done, you’re unsure what to say. What to think. What to do. You want to say that the feelings between you are mutual, that you’re in love with him and that you want nothing more than to be his, but something inside you is stopping you. So, instead of saying anything, you place your hand over his flesh limb, and his eyes slip shut at the feeling of your soft fingers against his rough hand.

“Bucky.” His name is a whisper on your lips, but it’s enough to make him look at you, to meet your gaze.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, Bucky carefully put his tea on the coffee table before hauling you onto his lap, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your waist as your lips interlock in a passionate dance. He can’t get enough of your soft mouth slotting together with his and the way his tongue fights for dominance with yours as your fingers dig into his neck. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt a strong connection with someone, and you’re happy to explore it with Bucky.

Your hips grind over his growing length of their own volition,your body looking for any bit of friction it can get. Without warning, one of Bucky’s hands slides lower until he’s cupping your ass, making you gasp into his mouth as a result. Bucky can’t help but smile into the kiss as he pulls you impossibly closer, your legs spreading just a bit further as you sink against his muscular body.

“Hmm, I’ve been wanting this - you - for so long,” he says between the kisses trailing your jaw towards your ear, his teeth nipping on your earlobe as your head lolls to the side. With every passing second, your thoughts are melting away more and more, and all that’s left inside your mind is Bucky. Soon, his other hand joins the first as he helps you grind onto him, a groan falling from his lips as he sets a perfect pace for you both.

“B-Bucky—" his name sounds more like a whine than anything else. “I—I want you.”

“But you already have me, pretty girl, ‘m right here,” he says with a teasing lilt to his voice, his hands continuing to help you grind until you’re a complete mess for him. Your shorts are ruined, your arousal soaking through them and onto the bulge in his black jeans, much to Bucky’s joy. He was wondering what it would take to get you to this point, and it turns out it won’t take much.

He smiles against the skin of your neck, where he’s taking his time to mark you with hickeys and small bitemarks, all of which leave you a bit more of a moaning, begging mess on his lap, much to his pride. When one of your hands moves away from his neck and down his torso, he quickly catches on to what you’re doing. “Someone’s a little impatient today, huh?”

“Yes, oh god, yes! I need you to touch me, Bucky. I want to feel you inside me as you make me fall apart on your cock, and I need you to fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!” Your voice sounds more breathy than usual, but every care you thought you had has gone out the window. All you want is Bucky and his cock to ride, until you’re orgasming so hard and long you can’t remember your name.

“Okay, I will. Don’t you worry about anything, okay? Let me take care of you, and I’ll give you everything you need and more,” he reassures you in a shushing voice. You nod before kissing him again, which immediately deepens before he gently helps you get up, allowing you to take off your panties and shorts, and he can take off his pants and boxershorts, too. As soon as you’re both freed from your last pieces of clothing, you hand him a condom you retrieved from the side table drawer while he took the time to undress himself.

“Hmmm, looks so thick,” you tell him as you look at it with wide eyes, wondering how he’s going to fit inside you as you’re positioning yourself on his lap once more, your legs bracketing his thicks thighs as you get comfortable.

“I know, but I’m gonna go slow. Wouldn’t want to hurt you and your perfect, sweet little pussy.” He smiles as he holds his cock in place, your pliant body sinking onto him slowly as your fingers dig into his shoulders to steady yourself. Your hiss of pleasure is audible and your face contorts at the slight sting of him stretching you, but just like he promised, Bucky is taking it slow to ensure you’ll both have the most amazing first time.

As soon as you’re fully seated on his lap, your body goes limp against him, your face tucked in the crook of his neck as you adjust to his girth, and Bucky places soft kisses on your head while praising you through it all. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Such a good girl for me, letting me take the lead and giving you exactly what you need.”

A small smile appears on your face as you look up at him with big, doe-like eyes, and he can’t help but smile back as the back of his fingers gently caress your cheek. He may have thought you were beautiful before, but nothing compares to this moment. 

“I love you, Y/N, and I promise to take care of you with every fiber of my being,” he whispers, his lips sealing his promise against your cheek. Your eyes fall shut at his words, and his hand moves down your side until it’s on your hip again, ready for you to let him know when you’re good to go. Your bodies work in complete sync with one another with every rise and fall of your chest, and his hands guide you beautifully as you slowly sink and rise on his length.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to find your highs for the first time, and they’re serving as a promise of everything else that’s still to come in this lifetime. A few days ago, you and Bucky didn’t even know you felt the same about one another, but now you’re sharing the start of the rest of your lives, and it’s all thanks to Tony. Because without him, you wouldn’t have been able to tell the man of your dreams how much you love him.

Masterlist → Bucky Barnes

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[anxiouscherubs]

find you in my heart

✦ summary: the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive

✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader

✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡

✦ word count: 12.9k

✦ read it on ao3: here

Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had. 

He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.

Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages. 

loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways. 

loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand. 

loser: wish you the best. xx 

You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions. 

“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.” 

You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy. 

You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t  left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell. 

“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again. 

y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight? 

yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.

Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that. 

y/n: long story. i’ll explain later. 

y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30? 

Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore. 

That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him. 

yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening… 

You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away. 

y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon 

yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit. 

25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat. 

After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name. 

Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you. 

“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.

”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,”  another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing. 

“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.

“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest. 

“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes.  “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.  

“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”

“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.

“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles. 

“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together. 

His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles. 

“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you. 

You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. 

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You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like — 

“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.

“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”

”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.

”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes. 

Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him. 

“She cheated on me.” 

Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” 

You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed. 

“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.  

”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response. 

“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you? 

“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason. 

“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company. 

“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”

“Then let’s go, sweetheart.” 

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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually. 

You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you. 

You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.   

You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.

“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes. 

“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either. 

He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head. 

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.  

“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong. 

“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.

He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you. 

“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have. 

“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long. 

“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.

“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time. 

“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”

“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”

“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself. 

“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you. 

“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—” 

”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?” 

He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?” 

“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”

He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?” 

“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself. 

“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.

“I want you, Yunho.”  

The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation. 

He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him. 

You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,”  his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet. 

You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly. 

You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you. 

The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.

“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“

His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.

You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt. 

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.

He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. 

“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match. 

“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“Yes, abso—“

His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him. 

You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently. 

“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights. 

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him. 

“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.” 

“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms. 

“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.

”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin. 

“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through. 

“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.

“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment. 

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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh. 

“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle. 

“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.” 

“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.

”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?” 

“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours. 

“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you. 

“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.” 

A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine. 

“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.” 

Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together. 

“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.” 

“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”

“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.

“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.

“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours — 

“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks. 

“Hm?” 

He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.” 

“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder. 

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.

”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers. 

“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently. 

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.

The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years. 

He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch.  His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment. 

“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra. 

“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,” 

“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat. 

“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him. 

“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.” 

He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more. 

“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you. 

“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy. 

He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.

“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes. 

“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?” 

“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain. 

Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit. 

“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge. 

“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.

“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner. 

His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over. 

“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation. 

“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening. 

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,” 

“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning. 

“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words. 

Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?” 

“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease. 

“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”

Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.

“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.

“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.  

“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him. 

“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper. 

“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.

His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.

“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers. 

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough. 

You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,” 

“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen. 

“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue. 

“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?” 

You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so  full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.

He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much. 

“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat. 

“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.” 

“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap. 

“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,” 

He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body. 

“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,” 

“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.

“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come. 

He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.

“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.

“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”  

“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.

The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that. 

You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear. 

He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale. 

“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining. 

“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles. 

“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot. 

“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.” 

“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.” 

“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,” 

“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,” 

“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock. 

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans. 

He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat. 

“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud. 

“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance. 

One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach. 

“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his. 

“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,” 

“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high. 

“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you. 

“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,” 

“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound. 

“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock. 

“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper. 

“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move. 

“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.” 

“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.

“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him. 

You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center. 

“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot. 

“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air. 

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit. 

“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip. 

“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,” 

“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,” 

“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,” 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,” 

“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,” 

“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you. 

“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow. 

He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.

“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you. 

“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again. 

“One more time?” 

“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips, 

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.” 

You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt. 

“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?” 

“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.” 

You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full. 

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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen. 

“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?” 

Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper. 

“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug. 

“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room. 

“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again. 

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry. 

“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.” 

“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying. 

Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.

“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own. 

“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”

“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.” 

You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true. 

“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.” 

“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.” 

“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.

“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.” 

“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face. 

“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you. 

You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.