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Ties That Bind

Peach VII | Show Off

Summary: Steve and Peach have thier first fight as newlyweds.

Pairing: Art Dealer (Mob Boss) Steve Rogers x Dancer!Reader (Peach)

A/N: Not sure If I am correct about any element of shibari, but I tried. Really nervous. This fic is a Peach Fic and is connected to the Bucky Barnes Knock You Down AU, and comes after the events in Peach VII. Interaction is life! Let me know if you like it by commenting and reblogging.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Subari (I tried ) Peach Peaching, Steve is angry and scared, first fight. Allusions to violence, talk of pregnancy, mistaken identity, veiled threats. Trust is a major theme. Rope play, dominance, submission, oral, (f and m receiving), nipple play, spit play, ass play, reference to anal, rough, raw p in v, sensory overload, breeding kink, 'lil bit of knife play, aftercare.

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You woke up before dawn, Steve’s arm draped over your waist and pulling you to him, his warmth wrapping around you and forming a secure cocoon.

You smiled as you gazed at his sleeping face, lightly brushing back the dark blond hair that had fallen over his face.

You were still tripping over the fact that you were Mrs. Steve Rogers.

He made you very happy.

These past few weeks were a wonderful whirlwind of love and affection. Steve was consistently attentive to you and gave you anything you wanted. 

And he was square with you about the realities of his life.

He, Bucky, Nat and Sam had made a lot of money, not only for themselves, but for the people they’d done business with. And some people were angry that it was over.

You heard that, but you didn’t listen.

And you’d left lots of loose ends in Atlanta.

There was Peach Preserves, your dance studio, and your students to think about. This was the preparation week for classes to begin again after the holidays, and you weren’t there to do your work.

Dance was your first love, and you didn’t want to give that up. Steve didn’t want you to either, he just wanted you to hire help and work out a schedule where you could have time together as a couple.

And then there was the question of where you would live, Atlanta or New York.

You were antsy to get back to Atlanta, but Steve wanted you to wait a couple of days longer to go down.

He’d distracted you the night before with some stunning cunnilingus, and a thorough rough fucking that you could still feel as you shifted in the bed. 

You bit your lip and smiled wider.

Being Mrs. Rogers had its benefits: Steve’s thick, stiff cock was top three. And it was always ready for you. That helped because you always wanted it. But he couldn’t distract you with that for long.

You were bound and determined that you were grown and that you could handle going to Atlanta by yourself. After all, it had been your city for almost 10 years before he came along.

It would be fine. And today was the day.

Before you escaped the bed, you let yourself revel in the warmth of Steve’s arms, daydreaming about letting him wake up, pull you close, press a kiss to your shoulder, and convince you, yet again, that waiting a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

It would be easy to just go with his flow. But you were you. You loved doing things the hard way.

You slipped from under his arm, moving slowly and carefully, barely breathing. Steve stirred but didn't wake.

Breathing a small sigh of relief, you dressed quickly. Your bag was already packed, tucked behind the closet door. You grabbed it, hesitating for only a second before leaving a note on the nightstand.

I’ll call you when I land. Love you.-- Your Peach

The rideshare to the airport was quiet, but your thoughts weren’t. You knew Steve would be upset when he woke up.

----

Steve reached out, fingers brushing the cool sheets where you should have been. His chest tightened before he even opened his eyes. He knew something was off.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat, scanning the room. Maybe you were making breakfast, or in the dance studio, but before he could go see if you were there, his eyes settled on the nightstand, and there it was.

A small piece of folded paper.

His heart thudded as he picked it up, unfolding it with fingers that suddenly felt too stiff as he read it.

Steve exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. Atlanta. You went. Even after everything you talked about, after he told you to wait, after he swore he’d go with you.

A slow burn of frustration and worry curled in his stomach. That feeling was rare before he met you. But then again, all feelings were rare before he met you.

Steve shook his head.

You thought you’d be fine. Of course, you did. That was just who you were, stubborn, independent. And that was why he loved you. But you didn’t know the danger, not like he did.

His jaw clenched as he reached for his phone. His fingers flew over his phone’s keyboard, and he took deep breaths to calm down. Then he went to his closet.

He needed to get to Atlanta.

-----

The second your plane landed in Atlanta, and you turned off airplane mode, your phone buzzed.

You really think you can just run off like that?

The message was from hours ago, when you were in the air. You exhaled slowly, gripping your phone as you replied.

I had to.

Almost immediately, three dots appeared. Stopped. And then appeared again.

You should’ve waited for me, Peach.

You closed your eyes. You could hear his voice in the words, low and growly. You loved him, but you weren’t quite willing to give up all of your spirit and independence.

The studio needs me.

A full minute passed. You didn’t move, despite others around you getting ready to deboard the plane.

I know that. But I need you to trust me. I need to be able to trust you. I need you to be with me, present in this marriage. Need you to be safe.

Shit, Peach, I just need you.

Your stomach was in knots. You didn’t have an answer to that. So you just said the only thing you could.

I love you.

The dots again

Love you, too. But this discussion isn’t over. 

Your heart started beating fast because you knew that he was coming for you. You knew he would never, ever hurt you, but you were filled with anxiety for what was going to happen when you saw him again. 

You locked your phone and got ready to walk off the plane, your heart pounding.

—--

The sun was setting by the time you pulled up to your townhouse, exhaustion weighing heavy in your bones. The day was long, checking in on your students, arranging for instructors and making sure the studio could run with you there day to day for a while.

You should have felt relieved. 

Instead, all you felt was restless. You missed your husband. Steve hadn’t texted again since you landed this morning.

You stepped onto the porch of your place, fishing your keys from your bag, when the hairs on the back of your neck rose.

That familiar tingle was there, the extra sense that alerted you to danger back when late nights at Regine meant dealing with more than just drunk men and bad tips. 

Someone was watching you.

“Well, well, well.”

You froze, fingers tightening around your keys. You knew that voice. 

You turned around slowly to find Sully leaning against his car at the curb, arms crossed and a smirk twisting his mouth. 

He looked the same as he did the last time you saw him, right before Steve forced him out of Regine. But there was something different in his eyes now. 

Your stomach flipped, but you kept your face neutral. 

“Sully.”

He pushed off the car, walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. 

“Heard you and Grant, or should I say Steve, took a little honeymoon.” 

His eyes dropped to your stomach, then back up to your face. 

“Didn’t take long for him to knock you up, huh?”

You didn't flinch or react at all, although you were confused.

“Now that you know who he is, you can probably guess that Steve wouldn’t take kindly to people showing up at his wife’s place uninvited.”

You hoped that Steve was really coming.

Sully laughed, a hollow sound.

“Is that so?” 

He tilted his head, watching you like he was trying to figure out how much of a fight you’d put up. He should’ve known from seeing you scrap a couple of times at the club. 

“See, I think Steve’s real good at running his mouth. All talk and no action. He let you come back here. Alone.”

You wanted to laugh out loud. Let this asshole fuck around and find out with Steve Rogers.

“What do you want, Sully?” 

You kept your voice calm and controlled.

His smile faded. 

“I want what I’m owed.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What are you even talking about, Sully?”

He stepped closer to you, and you didn't back away.

“You and that attitude, Peach. ‘S gonna get you hurt one day. I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Your husband put me out on my ass, and now, I’m gonna return the favor.” 

His lips curled as his eyes swept down your body again.

“And since you’re carrying the next little Rogers/Barnes/Romanoff/Wilson prince or whatever, that makes you real valuable.”

Your blood ran cold. That’s what this was. Sully thought you were pregnant. He had you confused with your cousin. He thought you were pregnant and that was why you and Steve eloped. 

Idiot.

You weren’t about to set him straight and put your family in danger. Your fingers tightened around your phone, and you forced yourself to breathe evenly. 

“Sully, you’re making a mistake. Whatever you think you’re doing? It’s not worth what Steve will do to you.”

He stared at you menacingly for a long moment, like he was waiting for you to break. But he was going to have to wait a long time for that. You held his gaze. 

Steadily.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

“We’ll see about that.”

He turned and walked back to his car. You didn’t move until the taillights disappeared down the street. Then, with shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and typed.

Sully was here.

The read receipt popped up immediately. Steve always had them on for you.

Stay inside. Lock the doors. I’m almost there.

—-

The traffic around him inched forward at a crawl, horns blaring. Steve swore under his breath, his pulse hammering. He needed to move. Needed to get to you. But he was trapped, locked in place.

You were okay, you’d just texted him, but he was beyond frustrated. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel, frustration boiling over. Every second wasted in this damn traffic was another second Sully could come back. 

His mind raced through every possibility. He should’ve been there. Should’ve made you wait.

He should have tied you to the bed. 

A gap opened up in traffic. Steve hit the gas, weaving between cars, eyes locked on the road ahead. He was coming. And if Sully was still anywhere near you…

-----

Ten minutes later, the knock at the door was heavy and deliberate. You don’t even have to check, you knew it was your husband.

Still, you hesitated, but not really out of fear.  It was more like anticipation. You exhaled, steadying yourself, and unlocked the door.

Steve was standing there, his broad shoulders tight, and his jaw set like he’d been grinding his teeth the entire time you’d been apart. There was a backpack slung over one arm and his eyes flicked over you, scanning, searching to make sure you were okay. 

The second he saw that you were fine, something else surfaced in his gaze.

----

The door opened and relief hit him first, because you were there, standing right in front of him, whole and unharmed. But the relief crashed straight into the anger, the frustration, and the fear that had been eating at him the whole morning.

He was still struggling under the weight of every worst-case scenario still running through his brain.

Still, despite everything, when Steve’s eyes locked onto yours, he couldn’t deny that he was a simp because all he wanted to do was to take you in his arms. But something had to change.

Because at the end of the day, you’re his. 

You were standing in front of him, looking at him like you knew exactly what he was feeling. And that was the only thing keeping him from going nuclear.

----

You knew Steve was angry.

And it made you weak, wanting to supplicate for him and beg for forgiveness around his cock. But of course you resisted that urge and chucked your chin higher.

Steve never felt so angry and so grateful at the same time. But then he saw the glint in your eye and shook his head, almost wanting to laugh.

This is what it was going to be like married to someone as stubborn as he was.

He stepped inside without a word, closing the door behind him. The space between you crackled like a live wire.

“Tell me what the fuck happened.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip meeting his stare head-on. Steve was angry and hard, ready to fuck you into submission.

But first he needed answers. You told him what happened, including the most important part.

“Sully thinks I’m pregnant.”

Steve’s entire body went rigid. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for a second, he didn't say anything.

Sully was threatening his family?

For half a second, the blood rushed in his ears as the adrenaline flooded his senses, and he had the urge to tear something apart. He had to consciously slow his breathing to keep from running out of the door after Sully.

“He what?”

“He thinks that’s why we eloped,” you said, keeping your voice steady. 

Steve turned away for a second, dragging a hand down his face like he was trying to keep himself from exploding. It didn’t work.

“He came here,” he turned back to you, eyes flashing, voice barely controlled.

“Because he thought you were carrying my kid?”

You nodded.

He stared at you before stepping closer. You were looking up at him, breathing his air, looking into those l blue eyes, with everything on you that could get erect standing at attention. This was going to be your first fight.

And what a fight it was.

“And you didn’t think to tell me the second it happened?”

“I did–”

“Not after, Peach," he interrupted.

“Not when he was already gone. When he was here. When you were standing face-to-face with the sonofabitch who threatened what was mine?”

“Steve, I handled it.”

“Oh. You handled it.” 

His hands raised to the sky and then raked through his hair, wild with frustration. 

“You think telling a man like Sully to fuck off is handling it?”

“I think if I’d called you while he was still here, you’d be dealing with a murder charge right now,” you snapped back.

Steve stared you down and you didn’t break eye contact. Neither did he. The air between you was thick, buzzing, and charged with frustration. You longed to put your arms around his neck and turn back time to the chalet. 

But the honeymoon was over.

Finally Steve took a slow breath.

“Sully needs to understand that he doesn’t threaten my family. Or his threat needs to be eliminated.”

Steve pulled out his phone without another word, already dialing. He paced the living room as it rang, muscles still wound tight. You watched him, fighting the urge to touch him.

His eyes were on you the entire time.

“You should’ve waited for me,” he said suddenly, voice quieter, but still railing, his anger simmering all over him. 

You exhaled, leaning against the table. 

“I know.”

He shook his head, not looking at you. His free hand gripped the back of his neck like he was trying to keep himself grounded. The call connected.

“Buck,” he said, his voice deadly calm. 

“We’ve got a problem.”

—--

Steve hung up the call with Bucky, his grip on the phone so tight you half expected it to snap in his hand. His jaw was clenched, his breathing measured, like he was barely keeping himself in check.

“What did he say?” you asked carefully.

“He’s on his way to get her now. Said he’d call me once they’re somewhere safe.” 

Steve finally looked at you, and the intensity in his eyes made your stomach flip. 

“I should’ve been here.”

You crossed your arms, lifting your chin. 

“And what? Sully shows up, you do whatever mafia thing you do, or worse, he does something to you and now we’ve got a problem and if you get killed or go to jail now, Steve Rogers, I will murder you.”

Steve moved closer to you, the space between you shrinking. 

“The problem is that you were alone. I wasn’t here to protect you. That is my one job in this life.”

You cocked your head and smiled at him, your heart wrenching.

“Baby. That is not your one job in life. You do lots of good work in the art world, with Rebirth…I can take care of myself, Steve.”

His jaw ticked. 

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point, then?” You held your ground. “Because as far as I can tell, I handled it.”

Suddenly, Steve moved, and although you expected him to come for you, he stepped past you, toward the door, his voice low and sharp. 

“I’m going to find him.”

Your reaction was immediate.

“Steve, don’t!”

He stopped at the door, his hand on the knob, thinking about tracking Sully down, and putting an end to this permanently.

“He came to this house. He threatened you. That is never going to happen again, Peach.

Steve's anger was controlled. Focused.

You stepped closer, and he could sense your strength, the kind of strength that always had the power to stop him in his tracks.

“Steve, I get it. I do. But you just got out of the life. You wanted out.”

He turned his head slightly, jaw tight.

“I did. Because of you.”

The weight of that settled between you.

Steve could feel the pull, the fine line between who he was now and who he used to be. The life he swore he left behind was still there, still waiting for him to step back into it. 

“Steve, Sully wants you to go back to that. You gonna let him win?”

Your fingers curled lightly around his wrist, grounding him, but he didn’t move for a moment. Then, his fingers relaxed on the doorknob. The storm inside him didn’t disappear; it shifted. 

His priorities realigned. He chose you over his rage. Always.

You two needed to work this out. Immediately.

You let out a breath, but you both knew this wasn’t over. He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin, watching the way your eyes flickered with wariness.

“Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

—-

Steve led you to the bedroom with slow, deliberate steps, picking up his backpack along the way. His grip on your hand was firm, to keep you close.

When the door shut behind you, he turned, those clear blue eyes searching yours, a mixture of anger and something deeper. You were so damn nervous.

Who was this man before you with this dangerous look on his face that was pointed at you?

“You don’t listen, Peach." Steve was willing you to understand. “You think you have to handle everything alone.”

You lifted your chin, defiant as ever. 

“I can handle myself.”

Steve let out a slow breath, a smile tugging at the corner of hisn mouth. He stepped closer, his thumb brushing your lips.

“I know very well that you can,” he admitted. “But, baby, you don’t have to. Not with me.”

Your breath caught, as his hand slid to your neck, fingers threading through to your nape as he tilted your head back, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“I love you,” he said, and it made your stomach flutter.  “And I won’t ever stand by while you put yourself at risk.”

The look in his eyes was molten blue.

“If Sully hadn’t left,” Steve continued, his voice rough with emotion, “if he’d put his hands on you… what would you have done?”

You swallowed hard.

“I would’ve taken care of it,” you whispered.

Steve hummed, like he wasn’t quite convinced.

“You’re not invincible, Peach,” his voice was softer now. “And you don’t get to decide when I protect what’s mine.”

The way he said 'mine' sent heat curling low in your stomach and moisture pooling between your thighs. His lips brushed your forehead, lingering there, and your chest tightened at the sheer devotion in the act.

Then he turned, reaching for the bag. When he faced you again, a length of smooth, ivory rope was coiled in his hands. Your stomach flipped and your heart started racing.

“Do you think you can just do whatever you want?”

You held your breath as he uncoiled the rope, and you watched his fingers working it with practiced ease.

“Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

His jaw flexed. His fingers paused on the rope. And then, slowly, he lifted his eyes to yours.

“Yes, I want you to trust me.”

You blinked up at him.

“I do trust you.”

Steve almost believed you as he looked down into your beautiful eyes. But then he shook his head.

“You didn’t this morning,” he said quietly. “You left without telling me. I need you to prove that you trust me to take care of you.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve stepped closer, jaw set.

“You’re scaring me,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You searched his face for meaning and he gave you nothing. Butterflies rioted in your stomach as he moved behind you and his lips touched the edge of your ear. 

“Good. You’ll cum harder that way.” 

You gasped as your cunt clenched. You couldn’t have heard him correctly.

“I’ll what?” 

“I need to remind you what it feels like to let someone else be in control.”

He slid his hand up your arm and turned your head so you could look at him.

“You gonna let me?”

It wasn’t really a question. But he waited for your answer anyway, his gaze steady. 

Slowly, you nodded. Steve smiled.

“Good girl.”

You had visions of him inside you right at that very moment, but he interrupted your thoughts.

"Take off your clothes." 

The command was quiet, but it left no room for defiance. You complied, the air cool against your skin as you got naked for him, excitement building inside you from the way he watched you.

“You put yourself in danger,” Steve continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And you expect me to just let that slide?”

His stepped behind you and his hands moved over your arms, holding you close against his rock hard body.

“You are my world, Peach.”

He whispered it into your ear and you shuddered.

“Steve…”

“You were reckless with your safety,” he interrupted as his fingers worked the first knot, wrapping the rope around your wrists, securing them just enough for you to feel it, but not to hurt.  

Steve worked quickly but precisely, bathing you in tenderness, preparing each area with soft kisses before his ropes made the next pass. 

He bound your wrists behind your back, the smooth fibers digging in just enough to make you feel helpless under his control. He moved swiftly, looping the rope around your torso, cinching it tight across your chest, down your waist, framing your curves in a way that made you lose your breath.

You were surprised at how much this turned you on.

“What is this, Steve?” you breathed.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over your temple.

“I'm teaching you how to let go, my love.”

His hands continued their work as he held your gaze, and strangely as he tied your body together, it didn’t feel like a punishment. 

It felt like a lesson in trust.  And surrender.

Steve stepped back, taking in the sight of you. His eyes darkened with awe.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Your cheeks burned. Your heart pounded. You never felt more vulnerable. Or more seen.

Loved.

He reached out, tilting your chin up with gentle fingers.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You swallowed hard and nodded and his thumb brushed over your lips.

“Good. Now relax, Baby. I’ve got you.”

You exhaled shakily, easing into the bindings. You felt better now. Safer, somehow.

Steve watched you, his gaze lingering on the way your body softened. His hands slid over the rope, testing its hold and making sure it wasn’t too tight on your satiny skin.

“Kneel for me, Peach.”

The deep baritone of his voice made your pussy clench, but you obeyed, sinking gracefully to the floor. Your breath caught as your knees hit the soft carpet, the vulnerability of the position sinking in.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

You did, and the sheer adoration in his expression made your chest tighten. His fingers skimmed over your bound body, teasing you, sending shivers racing across your body.

“Remember Peach, I’m doing this because I need you to know that you don’t always have to be the strong one.”

His hands moved over your back, tracing the rope, grounding you.

“You’re gonna feel everything I do, and you’re not gonna fight it.”

His eyes locked onto yours and you held his stare.

"...Okay"

Steve chuckled at your spirit. He loved the fuck out of you, but you needed this lesson.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes closed at the praise and he stepped back, his fingers once again skimming over your restrained skin.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, voice tinged with amusement. “Are you nervous?”

You swallowed. “A little.”

“Don’t be.”

He down beside you and leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, then to the curve of your jaw.

“Steve…,” you whimpered.

“You trust me, right?”

His lips were against yours now.

You exhaled a shaky, “Yes" into his mouth.

“Then let me take care of you.”

He pulled away and his eyes held yours for a long beat, making sure you understood. His hands moved around your rope-bound ass grazing the ropes framing your thighs, the ones holding your pussy lips apart. 

You gasped as his fingers brushed against your aching heat.

“You're dripping for me already, Peach. Do you like being tied up?”

You were delirious with anticipation. But you didn’t know how to feel.

“No!.. Yes… I don’t know.”

He got down on his knees behind you as you tested the binds instinctively, your wrists straining just enough to remind you of your helplessness. The pressure was intoxicatingly restrictive and unrelenting.

You didn’t know that you craved this.

A warm hand slid over your stomach, fingers grazing the rope cinched tight around your waist. He pressed in, letting you feel the heat of his palm against your skin and the graze of his fingertips against your clit. Not to mention his hard cock pressed into your spine.

You bit back a moan as he continued, his touch slow and purposeful. Steve’s hand slid to your throat, his grip firm, but not choking.

"You are my wife," he said, enunciating each word with quiet intensity. I am responsible for your safety… and when you forget that?"

His grip tightened for a fraction of a second before releasing and trailing down your neck. 

"I will remind you."

He murmured against your ear, his breath making you wetter. His other hand gripped your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back, exposing your throat to him. 

"Do you love me?" he asked.

"Yes," you whispered, the answer spilling from your lips without hesitation.

"Why?"

You’d been broken down to the raw truth.

“I don’t know. So many reasons.”

You were trying to collect your thoughts which were scattered like leaves in the wind.

"I see you in everything," you whispered. 

"In every work of art, in every song that I dance to. I feel you in places I didn’t even know existed."

Steve’s smile was angelic.

"Do you remember when I first saw you?"

His teeth scraped the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, a nip that made you suck in a breath and shudder. His lips curved into a wicked smirk against your skin.

You exhaled as your pulse quickened. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape the press of his body behind you and the overwhelming heat of him surrounding you just like the ropes.

"On stage at Regine’s?" you guessed, breath hitching.

"No," he said, voice rich with memory. 

"You were walking into the club, lost in your own world, bopping along to your music, completely unaware of me. You were gorgeous. Sexy. Free."

His hands traced the rope securing your thighs apart, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

"I had to know who you were. I had to get you to notice me. And when you did?" 

He exhaled, like the memory itself was intoxicating. 

"I felt like the luckiest man on earth, Peach."

Your body sagged into his, relaxing even more, drawn in by the absolute possession in his voice.

"I can’t tell you how many times I’ve envisioned you like this," he murmured.

"What?" Your voice was barely a breath. "Bound and helpless?"

Steve chuckled, the sound rich and sinful.

"Sweetheart, you are far from helpless." 

You closed your eyes as his fingers traced slow circles over your inner thighs, where the rope dug into your skin. 

"And you shouldn't be in any pain."

His lips brushed your ear, his voice dipping lower, a promise wrapped in silk and steel.

"I think you're going to enjoy the hell out of this."

He guided you down, so that your cheek was on the carpet, eyes searching for his as he ran his hands over you again. The ropes made every sensation more intense, and you couldn't help the sounds coming from your mouth.

You felt his breath on your ass before you felt his tongue strike out to lick a stripe up the center of you as your body arched. You needed more.

A finger worked inside you, then two, scissoring and curling with a sinful knowledge of your body. Steve worked you over with his hand as his mouth played with your emotions. You were so close to release because every thought was centered in that direction.

But then his fingers withdrew and his warm mouth left your pussy.

You moaned in protest as he pulled you up by the ropes and moved in front of you, unzipping his pants.

Every sense was magnified and the sound of his zipper sent waves of your slick sliding down your thighs and blood racing to your nipples. You were oh so hard and wet.

His hard cock was ready and silky smooth, rolling over your lips as his musky scent surrounded you. It only made you want him more as you opened your mouth wider to taste him on your tongue.

Steve hissed, groaning as you took him deep in your throat.

"So good, Peach..."

He rocked into your throat, careful to let you breath as you concentrated to focus on this one thing. You were moaning around him, the pleasure that you were giving him close to getting you off as well.

He stopped pulled off the rest of his clothes, depriving himself at that moment. Again, he lifted you by the ropes onto the bed and handled your ass again, spread open by his handiwork.

"Remember when you trusted me to fuck you here?"

Steve spit on your asshole and rubbed his finger there as you writhed in your binds.

"Ughhhhh! Steveeeee."

You could barely form coherent thoughts as you shook beneath him.

Steve rubbed himself up and down the split of you repeatedly while you kept moaning his name. You were both very nearly insane as he let his cock rest at your entrance, pounding on your door to get in.

His fingers grabbed the ropes on your thighs, pulling you sharply onto his cock. And you screamed, cumming almost immediately with his first stroke.

"Holy fuck, Peach!"

Steve felt you coming apart around him while held together by the rope and he threw his head back as he set a beautiful pace in and out of you. The sound of skin smacking soundly onto skin lent depth to the pornographic sound of your screams and his groans.

And the ropes on your skin lent an extra dimension of sensation. You were intoxicated with feeling, bound up but feeling so free.

“So tell me, Peach…”

Steve bent over you and his fingers found your nipples and pinched, rolling them hard. It was so much that you nearly came again right then then and there. The next words sent you further into the brink.

“What happens if you get pregnant?”

Steve rolled his hips over and over again into your pulsing, clenching cunt.

"Oh, Steve.. fuck..."

“Who is going to protect you and my child from the likes of scum like–”

“Don’t, fuck, Steve, don’t say his name…”

It would ruin your high, thinking of Sully at the moment.

“Say it, Peach. Who is supposed to do that, Peach? Who’s gonna protect my family?”

Steve said it through clenched teeth, but you knew he wasn't just angry. He was scared.

“Answer me, Peach!”

“You would, I know you would, Steve?”

“Are you sure? You gonna let me? Gonna let me knock you up? You gonna trust me to take care of you?”

His pace was frantic, the vision of you pregnant and safe in his arms propelling him forward into the abyss.

Tears stung your eyes at the thought that he doubted you.

And they fell when you realized that you’d given him reason to.

“I do, I trust you Steve. I promise. I’ll let you take care of us. I swear.”

Steve slammed into you harder, holding you tight with each thrust. 

“Is that what you want? Do you really want me to do that?”

You just wanted to soothe the hurt.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” you sobbed. 

“I want you. I trust you. I need you. I’m sorry!”

Steve’s thumb found your clit and rubbed your sparking bundle of nerves relentlessly, causing you to strain against the ropes again.

“Oh, Steveeee!”

You shattered into a thousand pieces, only to be held together by the rope Steve wove around you. He pulled out and stoked his cock over you, painting the exposed pieces of you with his cum.

You shook as each hot drop hit your skin, aftershocks rocking you as you found his lust blown eyes.

“F-fffuuuckkkkk!”

Steve was profane as he came all over you, lost to the feeling of your release and his. He reached in his bag again and brought out a knife and started cutting you out of your bindings, kissing and massaging each place on your legs that he cut free. 

He licked his cum off of you, paying special attention to your cunt, swiping you with his wide, flat tongue as he soothed your skin with his hands. 

When you came again, he moved on, cleaning you up and cutting you loose carefully and tenderly. The disparate sensations of his tongue on your skin, his hands massaging you, and the cold steel of the knife set you alight one more time, and as he sucked his spend off your nipples, you came again, untouched.

It was a perfect, tiny aftershock of pleasure.

—-

You opened your eyes to the harsher light of your bathroom, as Steve was lifting you with him into your garden tub filled with hot water. He cradled you in his embrace.

His hands, the same ones that had restrained you so firmly, now moved with infinite gentleness over your skin in the water, watching you closely for discomfort. 

"You okay?" 

His voice was low, quiet, and filled with genuine concern. You nodded, your limbs heavy, your body still floating somewhere between exhaustion and satisfaction. 

But Steve wasn’t satisfied with a nod. He tilted your face toward him, meeting your sleepy gaze, searching for any sign of discomfort.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he intoned, thumb stroking over your cheek. "I need to know you're alright."

A small, tired smile tugged at your lips. 

"I’m perfect," you whispered, and it was the truth.

The intensity of it all, the way he had pushed you, claimed you, and him caring for you made you realize how safe he made you feel.

And that was the point.

Steve exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath, then pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace. The contrast was stark, from restraint to absolute freedom, from domination to protection. 

You melted into him, feeling the steady, soothing rhythm of his heartbeat. Suddenly, a bottle of water was produced from the side of the tub and you wondered how long you were out after you came.

“Drink. Let me take care of you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

His hands never left you, fingers brushing over you in quiet reassurance as you drank.

"You did so well," he bragged, his voice laced with admiration and pride. "I’m so proud of you.”

You got emotional. You drank half the bottle and put it down, turning in the bath to put your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest, seeking the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Stay," you asked, as if it were even a question.

Steve lifted your chin and looked into your eyes.

"Always," he promised.

[nahoney22]

🥳🥳congrats on 4000 !!🥳🥳

For your follower celebration

May I request a sfw f! Reader x crosshair

In which reader is woken up from a nightmare and is comforted by cross, which leads to cuddles and falling asleep in his arms? 👉👈

Maybe reader has a crush and wasn't expecting to be shaken from a nightmare nor was she expecting cross to be the one to wake them out of it and comfort her (because despite his standoff attitude Mr. Snarky has a crush too )

Lol sorry if that sounds confusing or complicated

Totally fine if you pass this request up lol

Nightmare Rescue

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.2k

When a nightmare takes over your sleep, your roughly awakened by the squads Marksman. But what you didn’t anticipate was for him to crawl into the same bunk with you.

warnings: Safe for work, female reader, mutual pining, reader has a nightmare, moody Crosshair, fluff and comfort, cuddles. Can be read as GN.

authors note: many thanks for the support and request @secretthegriffin. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy 🤍

With intense, inscrutable eyes, Crosshair observes you from across the room, attuned to the slightest shift in your typically calm expression. Your brows furrow as you begin to mumble incoherently, your breath turning erratic, punctuated by occasional gasps.

He keenly discerns the distress etched on your face. The fluttering of your eyelids, as if ensnared in a tormenting dream, leaves him deeply unsettled. He can't bear to witness it any longer and he firmly grips your shoulder and shakes your body.

Abruptly, you awaken with a jolt, your heart racing and your body ensnared in tangled bedsheets. The nightmarish grip still clings to your mind, the vivid and unsettling images haunting you. As you strive to make sense of it, your thoughts race in a whirlwind of fear and confusion, your mind wrestling to distinguish dream from reality. But then you meet his gaze.

"C-Crosshair? What... are you okay?"

He hums, his moody facade making it hard to discern his emotions. "I'm fine. You're not."

You wipe the sweat from your brow and swing your legs around the bunk as you sit up. "Did I wake you?" you groan, running a hand through your untamed hair.

"Yes," he replies dryly, his moody expression giving nothing away.

Cursing internally, guilt gnaws at you as Crosshair moves back to his bunk and hunches forward once he sits.

“What was it about?” His unexpected question catches you off guard. You had anticipated Crosshair might wake you and leave you to your own devices, so his display of concern surprises you. It's a rarity, but not unwelcome. You've always found him intriguing since joining the Batch, though you can't envision a relationship beyond comrades, and perhaps, at most, friends.

His inquisitive "Well?" breaks your reverie, snapping you out of your thoughts. His frowning gaze meets your momentarily blank expression, making you feel like you've been gawking at him as if he has three heads.

"Oh, erm," you stammer, not eager to revisit those dreams, "just like... death, I guess." It's not far from the truth.

You glance back at him, finding his gaze unwavering. "You must dream about it a lot."

Your heart twinges, realising that Crosshair has likely seen your internal struggle more than once, and it's possible that the others have noticed too. It's not every time you sleep, but it happens often enough for someone to say, ‘oh, another one?’.

"Yeah, I guess," you admit.

The ship falls into a comfortable silence, with only the typical hum of the engines and the faint, rhythmic tapping of Crosshair bouncing his knee. His silence doesn't bother you; it's not unusual, and merely being in his company is enough, especially with your lingering crush.

Moments pass until he suddenly looks at you, his eyes piercing, a code you can never fully decipher. Your legs feel like jelly, and you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"You should go back to sleep," he orders abruptly. However, for that fleeting moment, there's a softness in his tone when he meets your gaze. "Long day ahead tomorrow."

You nod softly, releasing a deep exhale, breath-taken as usual when he speaks to you. "I suppose. Goodnight."

He doesn't respond with the same words, instead emitting a subtle grunt, his own version of 'goodnight.' But tossing and turning brings no relief as you fail to fall back asleep.

Uncertain whether your inability to sleep is due to the fear of more nightmares or the worry of disturbing Crosshair, you let out a subtle sigh. To your surprise, Crosshair remains awake.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope," you say, emphasising the 'p'. You turn your head to see Crosshair has maintained the same position for nearly an hour now. He sits in his stark, stoic silence. "What about you?"

"I don't need to," he mutters, reaching under his bunk to retrieve his rifle and a cloth. His hands move with precision and care as he idly cleans his most prized possession, a ritual he performs with unwavering focus.

You watch him for a moment, your eyes tracing the graceful movements of his hands. Then, you return your gaze to the dull and boring ceiling above you. A minute or two later, something shifts, and the whole galaxy seems to pause as Crosshair stands over you, his expression stoic. "Move up."

You blink up at him, words caught in your throat. "Huh?"

"Move," he commands, taking a step closer. His voice holds a hint of determination. "Up."

And you comply, shifting your position to make room for him.

He lays down, and the atmosphere in the cramped bunk is charged with tension. Both of you are stiff, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling, your hearts pounding in the confined space.

Summoning your courage, you turn your head to face him. "Why are you in my bunk?"

You see him suck on the inside of his cheek, a subtle sign of his nerves, and you wonder what's going through his mind. He turns to face you, his face incredibly close, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. "Do you want me to leave?"

You find yourself briefly lost in the depths of his eyes, drawn into their enigmatic allure, but you snap out of your trance before it becomes awkward, shaking your head slightly. "No," you whisper softly, your heart fluttering as you watch him turn his head away to gaze at the ceiling once more.

A silence descends once again, a little more comfortable than the last, and just as you begin to relax, you're nearly startled when you feel his fingers, with the utmost gentleness, twitch toward yours.

You hold your breath, uncertain if it was accidental, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his fingers gradually interlace with yours. Slowly, you close your hand, allowing the realisation to sink in that you are holding Crosshair's hand.

Crosshair remains quiet for a while, and you don't mind the silence. However, when he does speak, his voice is barely above a whisper. "You can sleep into me," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "If it would help you sleep better."

"Really?"

"Yes," he replies swiftly, anticipating your question. "Cuddle... into me."

How could you resist such an invitation?

You quietly shift onto your side, laying your head in the crook of his torso and armpit, your arm draping delicately over his toned frame. If this wasn't an innocent gesture, you might have melted at the sensation of his body against yours.

You half-expected him to flee, second-guessing his decision, but instead, he chuckles lowly. "Don't be scared, come closer." His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you shake off any distracting thoughts, pressing yourself more firmly against him and sighing contentedly.

But nothing feels better than when his arms snake around you, pulling you close, and he lays a hand on the back of your head, gently massaging your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you hum in delight. "Crosshair, you don't need to do this," you comment shyly after a few minutes.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't," he replies, gently meeting your gaze. For a brief moment, your gazes fully lock, not just fleeting glances. His eyes roam your face and pause briefly at your lips, but he doesn't give in. Instead, he smiles, a soft and rare expression.

"Go to sleep now, darling."

As soon as your eyes fall shut, you drift off into a peaceful slumber, and not a single nightmare disturbs your rest.

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[vorrentis]

Reader x Jihyo - Looking Out For You (Part 3)

Part 3 and FINALE!!!

Let's get to it!

WORDS: 9842

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"..."

"..."

"...w-who...am I?" Jihyo repeated while leaning back.

You were looking around the room.

"Also, where am I?"

Jihyo gulped.

"I-it's not funny (YN)," Jihyo believed it was a joke.

A stupid joke.

"What's not funny..."

Jihyo's breathing became erratic, as she placed herself on the chair in disbelief.

She did not want to believe this.

She cannot believe this!

"(YN) please stop it..." She sounded like a child begging.

"So, am I (YN)?" You pointed at yourself as Jihyo rose her hands to the side of her head.

"No, no no no no no..." She was muttering.

"So I'm not (YN)?" You questioned as Jihyo remained still.

If things weren't bad enough, this was the worst she couldn't imagine.

"D-d-doctor...doctor!" Jihyo stood up, knocking the chair down, and went to the hall, "C-can anyone help me!?"

"What's the matter," she heard from behind as a nurse came over quickly, seeing her anguish.

"S-something's wrong!" She pointed at you, "h-he doesn't know a-anything..." Jihyo broke at the last word as the nurse nodded.

"Okay, okay, let me get his doctor, calm down and take deep breaths."

But it was on deaf ears as Jihyo kept repeating...

"H-he doesn't know...he doesn't know..."

The nurse quickly got her pager as Jihyo walked into the room, staring at you like a wonder.

"What's going on?" You asked as Jihyo remained rooted.

"..."

She wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"Mr. Park."

From behind her, the doctor's voice was heard as Jihyo pointed.

"D-doctor, h-he-"

"I know, the nurse informed me," he passed her as Jihyo stared at the two.

"C-can you do something...give him medicine or..." Jihyo was having a hard time figuring out what to say.

"Do you know your name?"

"I don't know, is it (YN)?" You answered.

"What about her?" He pointed at Jihyo.

You looked at her as Jihyo held her hands in front of her mouth.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't."

"Oh god...oh god no..." Jihyo held a hand over her mouth.

"Do you know your parent's name?" 

"...sorry, I don't." You answered as the doctor pursed his lips and stroked his chin and looked at Jihyo.

"Tell me what you do remember, anything," the doctor's voice sounded demanding, but nevertheless, you thought hard about what you did remember, trying to figure out yourself. 

"..."

"..."

"..."

That was the problem though. 

Your memory was blank with not a trace of memory except a few moments ago.

"...I-I don't know...I'm trying but..." you trailed off, looking at the bedsheets with fixed eyes. 

"Oh my god, oh my-d-doctor he has to know something! Can you do anything!" Jihyo was panicking as the doctor turned to her.

"The best we can do now is call his parents and give him space."

"But-"

"I'm sorry Ms. Park, but please let's step out while I inform his parents." The doctor insisted as Jihyo ultimately had to agree, though she mindlessly left the room like a zombie.

Jihyo wanted to stay and comfort you to the best of her ability and tell you everything will be okay, but her nerves kicked in as her whole body started to shake while leaving the room.

Stepping out into the hall...

"(YN)...oh god...(YN)...what have I done..." She muttered.

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The hospital lobby was a sea of unfamiliar faces, the soft hum of activity filling the air. 

Jihyo sat alone near the corridor of where she left, her fingers nervously twisting a tissue as she anxiously awaited any news about you. 

The words she had heard just moments ago echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain: amnesia, unable to remember anything, including yourself.

The doctors instructed her that she wasn't able to come into the room until further notice.

'Whose (YN)?'

That kept repeating in her head.

You didn't even know yourself.

Worrying was an understatement.

Jihyo's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions.

Her heart felt heavy, a mixture of fear and sadness coursing through her veins.

Guilt was crashing into her as well as all this was her doing.

She didn't know what to even think of fixing this, clinging to the tissue, her knuckles turning white as her worry intensified. 

The minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity. 

Jihyo's gaze remained fixed on the hospital corridor, her heart skipping a beat every time someone approached. 

She desperately hoped for a familiar face, a doctor or a nurse, to come out and tell her that everything was going to be alright.

That is until...

"(YN)! We heard he's awake! We're his parents!" she heard from behind as Jihyo turned to spot your parents, over the counter asking the receptionist.

A chill ran down her body as Jihyo couln't comprehend what they were going through.

She didn't even know if she can approach them.

"Jihyo!" She gulped as your dad spotted her and he made his way to her as the mom stayed to get some answers, "(YN), d-don't tell me it's true, does he not know us?" 

Jihyo weakly shook her head as your dad got in front of her.

"Oh no..." He uttered as Jihyo's heart, whatever was left was sweeped away from hearing and seeing him.

"Jihyo," this time your mother came over and rather than words, she came and gave Jihyo a hug, "w-what happened, they told us that (YN) has amnesia, t-that can't be right, h-he has to remember us!?"

Jihyo felt a knife go through her.

She was the cause of this.

"...I-I-"

"Mr. (LN), Mrs. (LN), please calm down."  The doctor came towards them from the hall as your parents marched to him.

"You're telling us to be calm!? My son doesn't even know us!" Your mom yelled causing the room to have eyes on them.

"I know the situation is dire, but please, follow me and all will be explained."

"What is there to explain!?" Your mother shrieked.

"(Mother's Name)," your father came at her side, "please, I know it's hard, but we have to listen to what we can do."

Your mother turned to him with a glare, but tears forming as she gave a deep sigh.

"Fine..."

"Follow me please." The doctor was unfazed at the reaction as he grown accustomed to the reactions like this.

"Jihyo, come with us please," you father asked of her as Jihyo and your parents followed him and he led him to the window of your room.

The four looked through the window as you watched the TV in the corner with some commercials airing.

"He's awake..." your mother spoke and while it should be a momentous occasion, they couldn't even have a little spirit in that.

"Retrograde amnesia," the doctor began, "amnesia causes memory loss, some lose months, and some can lose decades. Your son, unfortunately, was the latter, sounds like since he was very young if he couldn't remember his own name or you two."

Your parents stiffened at the information.

"S-so...nothing?" Jihyo gulped as the three stared at you in the window. 

"Well, he's able to do normal things like walking and talking of course. Those aren't memories, more like a function of the body that we're all accustomed to." The doctor explained. "But besides that...I'm sorry,"

Each person just took that hard.

"...W-what can we do doctor?" Your dad asked with your mom hugging his side.

"As I said before when he was in a comatose state, the best approach was to be around him. The best thing is for you two to talk with him, and try to see if he can remember anything big. Vacations, family, school, and someone important to him. If not then show him something important: locations, items, pictures, whatever he may think was important in his life. Or continue to do your daily activities with him, a recurrence may trigger his mind if he does the same sequences."

Your dad nodded.

"...what if that doesn't work," Jihyo spoke up as the three turned to her, "w-what if his memory doesn't return? What then?" She asked the doc in a panic state, she couldn't live with this.

"All I can say is that it varies between people, some get them back and as blunt as it is...some are forced to start over."

Jihyo felt like she fainted.

Your dad stared in disbelief.

Your mother...

"That's it?! Start over!?"

"I know it's not-"

"No! No you can't just say start over! That's my son!" She pointed at the window, "Seventeen years we've been living with him, creating every memory and you're telling us that we have to start over!" 

"(Mother's Name)." Your dad held onto her tight as he said her name. "T-they tried everything they can. At least he's awake now. Believe me, I feel everything you're feeling right now. But we need to be calm and do whatever it takes to bring our son back. They've done everything they could to help him, now it's our turn."

Your mom just clenched her mouth as tears were dropping.

"He's strong (Mother's Name), he will remember, he'll push through."

About thirty seconds passed and your mom just took deep breaths as she looked at your dad and then back to the doctor.

"...I'm sorry."

"No apologies are necessary." The doctor said. "If anyone should be sorry it's me. You may speak to him but before you leave, we'll need to do some checkups before he's allowed to leave. If you have any questions, you have my number." He stated before making his way out to leave.

"Jihyo, do you mind us going alone." Your dad asked her as Jihyo shook her head and watched through the window at you.

Your mom and dad looked at each other, no words were spoken as they took a deep breath and went inside. 

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Thirty Minutes Later

Jihyo waited in the corridor for your parents to be done.

She didn't feel like staring at them and sat on a bench in the hall.

"Start over..."

She could have possibly ruined your family.

All because she didn't trust you.

She had her eyes shut as the amount of guilt piled up to a never-ending total.

She didn't call her parents or (FN) about you.

She needed to be alone.

"What can I do..."

Eventually...

SWING

Your parents came out as Jihyo heard and turned towards them.

"Did he remember anything?" she asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Their gaze dropped and shook their heads. 

"We tried everything we could think of at the moment, but he doesn't remember a thing. Not even us," Your father explained as your mother's shoulders slumped with him, "like nothing. Like a total stranger,"

It was like the doctor said, you didn't feel anything.

"...I'm sorry," Jihyo stated as the two nodded, "s-should I try?"

"Go ahead," your father stated, your mother didn't say anything, "We'll uhm, inform the doctor, sorry Jihyo, it won't be as long as us. We want him to get home as soon as possible."

"I understand, I won't take too much time." Jihyo agreed and went towards the room.

She didn't even know what to think, as every emotion was attacking her mind at once.

Panic, sadness, guilt, shock...

She got near the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door, walking in and when she did, you turned from the TV to her.

"You're that girl from earlier." You said looking at her as Jihyo felt hurt from the 'girl' comment.

"...yeah, my name is Jihyo. Park Jihyo." She introduced as you nodded.

"Jihyo..." she hoped that would have caused something, "...I'm sorry, I-I don't recongize that name either. My parents or those two who were here earlier told me about you though."

"T-they did?"

"They said you were my friend, a good friend."

That stung her.

"...I-I am, uhm, may I show you some things?" You nodded while Jihyo pulled out her phone and went to the photo section.

"That's what my uh, parents did too. I also didn't know anything from that." 

"Well, maybe this can work," Jihyo prayed as you nodded, "do you remember this?" She showed a photo of you and her around the first week of school, you and her were smiling while eating lunch at your usual table.

You investigated the photo as you leaned forward to her phone.

"Sorry no." You answered as Jihyo felt pain, but she didn't stop, sliding her finger across to show a couple of more photos of you and her.

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"..."

SWIPE

"...I guess we are good friends," you stated as Jihyo nodded..

"Yeah..." she managed to say, even if she didn't deserve you as one.

"So you know me well then? Like them?" 

She nodded while keeping her emotions in.

"Yeah, a lot. We've been through a lot together,"

As your gaze met hers, a flicker of recognition seemed to light up your eyes.

"A lot?"

She nodded and it was a small glimmer of hope, a reminder that even amidst the uncertainty, the bond you had shared was still alive.

"A lot and no matter what (YN), I'm here for you, no matter what. We're going to work through this together, and I promise you, we'll fix this."

Your brow furrowed as you tried to grasp onto the words she was saying, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. 

"Fix this?"

Jihyo nodded, her eyes unwavering as she spoke with conviction. 

"Yes, your memories, we'll find a way to help you remember. We'll go through old photos, revisit places we used to go and talk about the moments we've shared. I won't let this amnesia beat you, not you."

Your gaze softened, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability in your eyes, regardless...your smile appeared.

The same one that Jihyo prayed for weeks to come and now, it pained her even more than seeing you slumber.

"Well, thank you, uh, Jihyo?" You said her name slowly as she nodded, "I guess I'm glad to have you as a friend," 

...and that's when she lost it.

Your smile frowned as Jihyo's expression contorted and her eyes started to blink rapidly.

"Are you-"

Jihyo then slowly came at you, hugging you softly rather than a sudden pounce once more as you recall this happening a short time back.

You heard a few deep breaths while you remained still, didn't know what to say or do as your gaze clouded with confusion and uncertainty. 

For some reason, this didn't bother you as you didn't move your arms or made any attempt to have her move.

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"..."

BEEP

"...I promise you (YN)," you heard now as Jihyo pulled back from you. You saw watery substance under her eyes as she stared at you, her hands on the side of your arms, "no matter how challenging it gets, I promise you, I won't give up." you felt a squeeze on your arms, "I'll be right here by your side, guiding you through each step, holding onto the hope that we'll find a way to make you remember together."

Your lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of trust and gratitude in your eyes as you nodded at her.

"You mean that?"

Jihyo nodded emphatically, her heart filled with determination. 

"Yes, (YN). I mean every word. We're in this together, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you."

As their eyes intertwined, a silent promise passed between them.

A promise of resilience, of unwavering support, and of the unbreakable bond they shared as Jihyo's commitment was unwavering.

She'd wanted to help you and more though this is the first wall to break down.

After, when you do remember, she'd hoped that you'd let her be at your side still.

Then she dropped her arms, but her hands went to your right hand and took yours in hers.

"I...I miss you more than you know." She muttered as you stared at her.

"..."

A few seconds after, she retreated back a few steps, staring at you for a bit till halfway in the room as she turned around and left as you watched her leave.

When she did, you looked down at your hand.

You felt strange.

"Miss me? I guess we were really good frie-hmph"

A sharp hit came to your head and your eyes closed for a few seconds as the pain was gone like that.

"W-what was that?"

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Jihyo stepped out of your hospital room, her shoulders weighed down by a mixture of frustration and concern. 

She thought you would remember something from their photos, but your memories remained elusive.

Walking down the corridor, she spotted your parents waiting anxiously. 

Their faces lit up with a mix of hope and expectation as they saw her approach but Jihyo's expression revealed the disappointment she was feeling.

"No? Not even a bit?" your mother asked, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

Jihyo's gaze dropped momentarily before she met their eyes. 

"I'm sorry,"

Your father's shoulders slumped, and a heavy silence settled between them. 

Jihyo could see the disappointment etched on their faces, and it mirrored the frustration she felt herself.

Your mother's eyes welled up with tears, her voice quivering. 

"I can't believe it...not being able to remember us, his life, us...that bastard took him from us..."

Jihyo knew who she was talking about.

No, she didn't ask them about suing Dan, she let it be as she didn't want to be associated with him anymore.

"He got what he deserved (Mother's name), there's nothing we can do for that. Now we have to focus on (YN)."

Jihyo nodded in empathy, her heart aching for both you and your parents.

Your mother sighed heavily, his frustration evident. 

"...you're right (Father's name), we have to focus on (YN). And Jihyo,"

She reached out and gently squeezed your Jihyo's arm. 

"Thank you. We appreciate everything you've done for us to start with, but we need your help even more now."

"I'll do everything I can Mrs. (LN)," Jihyo's determination shone through as she met their eyes, hiding the true guilt she had, "I care about (YN) deeply too, and I won't stop until he's back. I promise him and you both."

Both mom and dad gave faint smiles, happy to see that you made a wonderful friend in Jihyo.

"Thank you Jihyo, we know you will, well, the doctor said that we can take (YN) after an hour of checkups. I don't think there's nothing for you to be here at the moment and after we'll be leaving to home."

Jihyo nodded.

"I understand. Can you keep me on notice too please?" She said as your parents nodded.

"We will, don't worry. We'll let you be with him after a while okay." She said as Jihyo nodded.

"Thank you. I'll see you later then," they nodded as with a final nod of reassurance, Jihyo left your parents in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.

'I can't tell them that it was me...I can't...'

"She really cares for him doesn't she?" Your mom said as they watched Jihyo leave their sight.

"Very much. I'm happy he's friends with her." 

"Me too...he'll remember right?" 

Your dad turned to his wife and wrapped his arm around her torso.

"He will (Mother's Name), he will."

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ONE DAY LATER

It had been a day since you were released from the hospital, your memory still a jumbled puzzle waiting to be pieced together. 

And now, Jihyo was standing outside your room, hoping that perhaps talking about the past could trigger something, anything, to help you remember.

She informed her parents when coming home and boy did she let the water works out as her parents comforted her, thinking the worst happened.

But when she informed them that you woke up with amnesia, they understood.

With comforting words, they were telling her that you'll pull through just like you pulled through with the coma.

It took twenty-ish minutes before she returned to her room, taking a while to begin researching what she could do with amnesia.

Turns out, there was no known cure. 

The doctor's words about being around you were the only thing she could read.

And if that is what she has to do, then she'll do it.

She'll tell every word, every story, and visit every place the two have been.

She doesn't care if it takes a thousand stories or a thousand places to make you remember even a fraction of a memory.

If that thousandth trip did it, then she'll do it again.

But now looking at your door, her mind came to what happened before.

Before she wanted to be with you and here she was, a door away from you awake.

With a determined exhale, Jihyo knocked lightly on the door before entering. 

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello?" She heard like nothing.

This would have been an average door before, but now...it took all of Jihyo's willpower.

"...(YN)? It's Jihyo, from yesterday. May I come in?"

"Oh yeah, come in."

She found you sitting on a chair in front of your desk, a laptop in front of you and a contemplative expression on your face. 

You looked up as she entered, your gaze meeting hers in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

"Hello," You waved at her as she nodded.

"Hey (YN)," Jihyo said softly, closing the door behind, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and uncertainty.

"..." It's sad to think that here you were, looking like nothing had happened and yet, everything between was gone.

You offered a faint smile, though it was clear that her presence was a puzzle to you as Jihyo walked further into the room, her heart racing. 

"What's up?" You asked as Jihyo needed to be strong.

For you.

"I wanted to be with you." She said, "Remember what I...said yesterday, I'm going to help you." 

Remember probably wasn't the right word to use now.

"I do, so what's your plan?"

"I thought we could talk about the photos I have about us more. I didn't really have a chance yesterday."

"Oh yeah we could, I was watching some movie about large animals attacking people. Supposedly it's my favorite movie." You pointed at the laptop as Jihyo came closer and gave a small smile.

"Jurassic Park, it is your favorite, I had fun watching with you a while back. We could watch it again later on?" She suggested as you nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good, so far it seems, eh though."

Jihyo at least had a smile on as hanging out with you was what she wanted to do the most before all this began.

"Well, the best parts haven't happened yet."

"I see," You shrugged and closed the laptop, and turned to her, "Guess we'll watch those together then,"

"..." Jihyo merely stared at you as you sounded emotionless.

"You okay?" You asked as Jihyo took a shaky breath.

"...sorry I'm-this reminds me of our times so I'm-..." Jihyo took a breath to relax.

"..." 

"Sorry, it hasn't been long so I shouldn't be like this," Jihyo explained as you frowned.

"...I'm sorry too."

Jihyo heard and it hurt her to hear you say that.

"I'm sorry I can't remember anything quickly, believe me, I'm trying but-"

"Don't say you're sorry for that," Jihyo countered quickly, "I can't understand what you're going through, but I know you're trying your best, you always do in everything (YN)."

You gave a quick smile at her, but it turned flat.

"Hopefully, but now we have all the time to hang out like before. I mean I may not know anything, but just from now I can tell you're a pretty nice person, I wouldn't mind being with you more." You stated as this time Jihyo gave a quick smile as well.

'Even with his memory gone, he's still the same (YN)...but if he really knew...'

"Thank you, same to you (YN), you're everything great. Really, I'm not just saying that, you really are a great guy to be with," you nodded in appreciation, "we'll figure things out later, for now I'd just want to talk,"

"Sure, let's sit then?" you pointed at the bed as Jihyo didn't have anywhere else to sit.

She nodded and joined you as you two sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, how was yesterday coming home and staying here? Were you scared?" 

You shook your head.

"No, my parents are treating me nice so there wasn't anything to be scared about. I didn't feel worried at all."

"Well that's good, your parents are nice people too."

"Yeah, they are. They were showing me a lot of things yesterday, but, yeah."

"Well that's okay, it's one day, we'll keep trying," you nodded, "so I saved everything that we did together in my laptop," Jihyo removed a backpack she had on and pulled a laptop from it, but turned to you, "you do know what a laptop is right?"

"Not really, my mom told me about that one," you pointed at the one on the laptop, "i guess it shows all sorts of stuff. There was this site called Youtube that had a lot of vidoes to show, she showed me who I followed and watched them this morning."

"...oh," Jihyo couldn't even comprehend that, she didn't think you'd lost general stuff like that, if that's the case, did you knew about phones? Cars? She'd hoped it wasn't that bad. "well, it's mainly a electronic that can give you information on just about anything, videos and shows and well a whole lot of things. It's pretty easy to use."

"Yeah, maybe you can show me?"

Jihyo nodded, but concerned was on her mind as if you didn't know this, it'll be like a whole new world for you.

"Yeah, but for now, pictures," you nodded as Jihyo went to her image gallery and had a set of photos ready before coming here.

"These were taken during our trip to a lake."

"Lake?"

"Yeah, there's a lake not too far and you wanted to show me because it reminded me of an old time."

You nodded as your gaze shifted to the photograph, your expression contemplative. 

You stared at the image, your brows furrowing as you attempted to conjure up any hint of memory.

Jihyo's heart went out to you, her voice softening. "Don't try to think too hard, take it slow. Look at the photos, and I'll tell you what happened that day."

You nodded as one pic at a time, she explained that particular day.

Her words painted a vivid picture of their laughter, the feel of water at their feet at the shore, and the sound of wilderness around. 

She showed the impromptu skipping stone competition they had, the way they had raced each other to the water's edge, fishing with a kit that you borrowed from your dad, and the way they had watched the sunset together till they left.

It was a top-tier day for Jihyo.

You listened intently, your gaze fixed on the photograph as if hoping that Jihyo's words would spark a connection.  

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo watched you closely, her heart aching with a mixture of sympathy and hope. 

She knew that helping you remember wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to do whatever it took to fix that bridge.

"...sorry. I should know this."

Jihyo reached out and placed her hand on yours, her touch gentle and reassuring. 

"It's okay, I'm not rushing you, it's your pace. I know it's not easy, but you're not alone in this (YN). We'll figure it out together. I'll help anyway I can."

As you looked into Jihyo's eyes, a sense of comfort washed over you. 

Her presence, her determination to help you remember, was a lifeline in this sea of uncertainty. 

Maybe, just maybe, with her by your side, you could weave forgotten memories and find your way back to the person you-

"Argh!" You held your head in your hands, pulling from Jihyo's as Jihyo immediately panicked, putting the laptop aside and kneeled in front of you.

"(YN)?! Hey!? A-are you okay!?"

As you held your head...

SQQUUUEEEKKKK CRASH

Wee woo...Wee woo...Wee woo...

THUMP THUMP

'Car...Blood...Head.'

Loud sounds and a voice were heard, someone you didn't recognize as you winced for a few seconds before the pain disapparated.

You opened your eyes slowly and spotted Jihyo's concerned look right in front of you, inches away.

"You okay?" You nodded slowly, "w-what happened?"

"I-I had a sudden pain in my head and...it's gone now," You informed as Jihyo looked at the top of your head.

"S-should I call the doctor? Your parents?"

"No, I'm good, really."

"...I-okay, are you sure you're okay," you nodded, but Jihyo didn't let her tension go.

"Yeah, but it's strange, I heard this sound and a voice." Jihyo rose her brows, "the sound was like something broke and I heard three words: 'car, head, and blood' w-what could those mean?" You questioned Jihyo as she looked away.

"Car, hea-" she turned to you, "have your parents told you of what happened to you?"

"Not much, just that something happened and-that's what those are?"

"I'm pretty sure, can you remember anything now?"

"..." You gave a blank stare.

"..."

"..."

You shook your head.

"Sorry, I-I don't-"

"Don't be, it's okay, don't think too hard after that jolt." Jihyo informed as you nodded, "Listen, I'm gonna tell your parents okay," then she gave a soft smile, "Maybe our talks actually worked." Jihyo's spirits, despite you getting hurt, increased slightly there.

"But it wasn't like yesterday though."

Jihyo's interest rose immensely.

"Yesterday? It happened too?" Jihyo questioned as you nodded, "Tell me."

"I didn't hear words that time, just a sharp pain like this one and it happened after you left. I was thinking of you and it just came."

'Thinking of...'

"About what?"

"About how we probably became friends and it happened. That's it. But nothing else."

"...so, me too? Right now?" She asked.

You nodded.

"...I'm gonna go tell your parents." You nodded as Jihyo stood up, "don't think of anything else while I'm gone, or if it happens again, tell me right away when I come back," she instructed as you nodded.

She hurried and left the room and you sat there looking forward.

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"And it happened twice with you?" Mom asked as Jihyo nodded.

"And he remembered those words specifically?" Dad stepped forward as Jihyo turned to him.

"I think because it's the most recent before he went into a coma. Remember the doctor said that he went it during the ride to the ER," Jihyo hypothesized as Mom sighed.

"I'll call the doc." Dad went to get his phone from the kitchen as your mother licked her lips.

"But how can he remember that though?" She questioned.

"At least it's something Mrs. (LN)." Jihyo responded.

"No, you're right, I-I should be happy, but, we've been showing him childhood films and photos and stories and nothing clicked for him, but he remembers the day he got injured? That's not a day I want him to remember."

"I know, me neither, let's hear what the doctor says," your mom nodded to her idea and it was a couple of minutes before...

"Okay, they're on speaker," your dad came in and held his phone in between the three.

"So he remembered specific words?" The doctor's voice was heard.

"Yes, 'Car, blood and head,' I think it's what you talked about during his ride to the ER," Jihyo informed him.

"It's his diagnosis. The staff was alerting us here of what to expect."

"But why those words doctor? Till now we've been showing him his childhood memories of shows and movies and pictures and nothing, but yet now?"

"Well, it could be since it was the most recent before his comatose state that he probably could remember those days easier. Tell me, was there something that could have been a trigger? What could you have been talking about during the two conversations?"

"It was me, he was thinking about me and he felt these sharp headaches in his head, once yesterday and just now, but this time was the words," Jihyo explained.

"Well, it's early to tell, but I think Ms. Park could be a key figure in this."

Your parents looked at Jihyo.

"Me?"

"Well early to tell as I said, but you could be the trigger that brings back the most recent memories. I noticed you were here with him daily as well, so it's safe to assume that you're a very close friend?"

"Uhm, well not for long, just three months," Jihyo stated.

"Anyhow, it seems that you and he have developed a, and if you don't mind me saying this, a strong connection that Mr. (LN) apparently reacts to. Now I'm not saying that his parents aren't important, but for Mr. (LN), it could be that more fresher memories are more likely to get triggered than the old, it's not well known but it does tend to be that way."

"So we should start with the most recent then?" Your mom asked.

"Add that with what you're doing, along with Ms. Park's assistance I'm sure (YN) will be able to recall something in a bit."

"But what if he only remembers up to a certain point doctor?" Dad spoke up this time, "Just those three months of him and Jihyo?"

"Well, that could be a possibility, or it could be a trail to lead to older ones, like a coma it varies between people, it's Mr. (LN)'s mind, there's nothing scientific or medical that we can do to have him recover those."

The three looked at one another.

"I guess it makes sense, but doctor, are these sudden pains bad?" Mom asked.

"It's not unheard of, people struggle with traumatic memories in particular since they're intense and they take control of our whole bodies. They can be visual flashbacks that cause us to feel physically ill and cause us to experience headaches, profuse sweating, stomach aches, and feel weak. I'm sure the accident he had will cause these pains, but should only be for a while. If it does continue, I would suggest coming here for a check-up."

The three exchanged some worried looks.

"Alright, thank you doctor."

"Of course, any other questions."

The three looked at another as your dad shrugged.

"No," Mom answered.

"Alright, well I must be off then, if you have any questions, contact me and I wish you the best of luck."

"Thanks doctor," "Thank you," "Bye,"

DING

And your dad hung up as the two turned to Jihyo.

"Well, at least he showed some sign." Dad said as your mother nodded.

"Jihyo, I know it's a lot to ask, but-"

"Say no more Mrs. (LN), I'll be with him every step of the way,"

"Thank you," she spoke and then turned behind Jihyo, "let's go talk to (YN) about this," Jihyo nodded as the 

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ONE WEEK LATER

"(YN)? Are you hungry?" Jihyo asked. "What about something to drink? I don't mind getting something for you."

You shook your head, "I'm still fine Jihyo. Thank you."

"Alright but don't be afraid to tell me, I'm here for you."

Currently, you and Jihyo were at the mall.

It's been a week since you left the hospital and you've remembered a couple of things through your head hurting.

While still alarming and concerned, Jihyo and your parents found that the doctor may have been right as both moments of you were in Jihyo's presence.

Thought it was only words of conversations you both had, nothing too major like their argument, but smaller hearings like everyday chatter.

While all were minor, your parents and Jihyo were happy that it was a start.

Hopefully, Jihyo can make you remember something major herself so today was a visit to the mall.

While it may be easier to start fresh, that isn't how she wanted it.

Not a chance.

She didn't want to create new memories with you. She wanted the old ones back, the ones that made them friends since.

True to her word, Jihyo has been spending time with you every day.

Once she got the word that she can hang with you, every day after school she would go straight to her home only to leave an hour later to your home. 

Your parents didn't send you to school as they wanted to get a footing on you remembering first, worried that the students might just bug or ask many questions about you. 

For now, it was just the parents, Jihyo, and (FN) that should worry about this. 

She would just do whatever to pass the time with you just like the times before, there wasn't a moment where both weren't doing anything.

You just went along with everything she had to offer.

Jihyo brought you here to the mall today to see if you would remember anything at all for her, this was the usual hangout for you and her, walking down the mall, looking through each window. 

Both hadn't bought anything, but she just wanted to walk with you, to see if you walking around might give help.

Thought that wasn't the case for you.

Around the first days, you were a bit uncomfortable with her, but as the days went by, you enjoyed Jihyo's company for some reason. 

You can't explain it, but if felt...natural to you. 

You just stared at her as she walked and wondered...what exactly is your relationship with her, she said you were friends, yeah, but she kept on trying to help you each day.

"So how have you been?" She said out of nowhere.

"I've been well." She nodded.

"That's nice, did you remember anything yesterday?"

You shook your head. 

"Sorry."

"It's fine (YN). Let's see, how about we go there, but I need to use the restroom quickly." She asked.

"Okay." You said. 

She then grabbed your hand and dragged you along the way into a hallway where there were two doors.

As she held your hand you stared it entangled with yours and had a...feeling to it. 

"Just wait (YN), I'll be quick." She said, cutting your thought as she let go.

"Sure." You said as she went inside. 

A minute passed and as she was washing her hands, she got a buzz from her phone from her pocket and after drying her hands saw a text from your mom asking how everything is going. 

The reason she was texting her was that you didn't have your phone, they couldn't find it on you since the crash.

She replied with everything is doing okay and was met with more questions from her as she left the restroom.

"Sorry (YN) I-(YN)?" You were nowhere to be found.

"(YN)? (YN)!" Jihyo was panicking as she looked down the hall. She didn't see you anywhere.

She then went and opened the door to the man's restroom, but she didn't step in as she yelled out your name to which no answer.

She then rushed out of the hall and onto the main mall section and kept looking left and right.

"(YN)!" She shouted, ignoring the people around her glancing at her.

She kept pacing around, seeing to where you might have gone, fast walking to the left, she didn't know where to go.

"Excuse me?" She turned to three teens, "have you seen a someone who has (your characteristics)?"

She asked in a hurry but the three shook their heads as Jihyo didn't reply but went the other way.

"No no no, I knew I should have-" her eyes landed on someone's back at a stall in the middle talking to a man, "(YN)?!"

Upon hearing, the person turned and you looked at her.

"Jihyo?"

She ran at you and wrapped her arms around you as you couldn't do anything, but let her do so as your arms were trapped as well.

You tumbled a bit as Jihyo  let go after a bit and looked at you.

"Why would you leave? I told you to stay." 

"I wanted to-" you pointed at the wares of jewelry-

"No, you should have waited for me (YN)! Walking by yourself is dangerous, no matter how far!" Jihyo explained in high tone, making you frown. 

"..."

"Miss, I don't understand what's going on, but there's no need to get upset at him," the stall owner tried to lessen the tension of Jihyo.

She turned to the gentleman, and hearing his words, she eyed you and let out a silent breath.

"Come here," she held your hand and pulled you away from the stall and towards the other side of the hall, the wall of the mall and turned to you, "I'm sorry about raising my voice, I got really worried that you just walked away."

You nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, I only went there because I wanted to get you something."

Jihyo tilted her head back.

"Me?" She asked as you nodded slowly.

"For what you've been doing for me, for your troubles. I didn't think I went far, it was just-sorry," You apologized once more as Jihyo's shoulders fell slightly.

Still in a hand hold, she rose both hands up and pressed her other hand on the other side of yours, trapping your lone in both of hers.

"No. Don't be sorry (YN). That's very kind of you, but please don't go anywhere without me. If you need something at all (YN), or want to go somewhere, just tell me. I don't mind going anywhere you want or anything you want to do, okay?" Jihyo spoke softly to you while you smiled and nodded, "and when you said 'for my troubles' I would never think that, never. And you don't have to get me anything, being with you is all I need (YN)."

She gave a lovely smile to finish her mini speech while your smile increased at each word with you nodding at the end. 

"Alright, I'm-argh!"

You free hand went to your head as your trapped hand tried, but was trapped between Jihyo's hands, which were pulled just slight.

"(YN)!?" she knew you had to be remembering, "I-I'm here, I'm here," she squeezed your hand more, "I know it hurts, but it'll go away," she hated seeing your expression of pain while she couldn't anything.

As your eyes winced, you were seeing several images, mostly it was all Jihyo in one spot.

'First time eating...'

 'Favorite place...'

'Pretty cozy...'

'The shakes are my favorite...'

'Let's go for another...'

After ten seconds or so, your eyes opened slowly as you groaned just slight, your attention at Jihyo's concerned ones.

"You okay?" She asked quickly as you nodded slowly, "okay, just relax and when you're ready tell me what you heard."

"...I-I saw you," you didn't take a moment to answer as Jihyo's lips parted.

"S-saw? You mean you didn't just hear?" 

"Y-yeah, we were both sitting somewhere and-...(Restaurant Name)..."

"(Restaurant Name)!" You jumped a bit to Jihyo's sudden yell, "I told you about that place! We go there almost every weekend, that's your favorite diner. I was going to take you after this!"

"...that's right, I get the vanilla chocolate and you get cherry?" You guessed as Jihyo nodded quickly.

"Y-Yes, that's our usual!" 

Jihyo let out a blissful sigh, smiling largely and couldn't help but get a bit emotional.

"You remembered...you remembered something (YN)..." 

"I-I did, but was it because you told me about the place and-"

"No, you remembered, that's all that matters, I'm proud of you (YN)," a small smile formed as you nodded, "h-how about we go there now, maybe you'll remember even more," Jihyo was filled with newfound energy and passion.

It worked.

She helped you remember even more and it looks like it's evolving to images now.

And something nice this time.

"O-okay,"

"Then let's go,"

Jihyo nodded and went to your side, wrapping her arm around yours, hand in hand and she led you towards the exit and quickly to (Restaurant Name).

"I remembered something..." you muttered as Jihyo heard, turned and smiled at you.

"You did (YN) and hopefully soon, everything," though some parts Jihyo hoped you didn't remember.

"Hopefully...thank you Jihyo, really."

"It's no problem (YN), I told you I'd be there for you."

"Still...also, with what you said a bit ago Jihyo, I enjoy being with you too." You repeated and Jihyo, well, her heart was racing.

Her face lit up as her smile grew and she wrapped your arm tighter, leaning into your shoulder to tighten the bond.

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THE NEXT DAY

DING DONG

Jihyo rang the door bell of your home.

After leaving school, she was greatly excited to spend time with you more.

Today she was hoping for another great day and hopefully more results.

SQUEAK

The door opened to reveal your mother.

"Hi Mrs. (Last Name), how are you?" Jihyo asked, but...

"..."

Jihyo's smile lowered with each second.

"Mrs. (Last Name)?"

"Is there something you'd like to tell me Jihyo?" She asked in a rather cold tone as Jihyo didn't know what was going on.

"Uhm, I don't know."

"Because (FN)'s parents came this morning," Jihyo's body froze, "and I was informed of what (FN) told them last night, that (YN) was at his place. That's when they gave me this," she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone.

Your phone.

Right then and there, Jihyo felt her heart bursting with fear.

"(FN) had it this whole time and I figured it was best to give it to him, but before I did, I looked at it myself and I found some interesting messages."

Jihyo's shoulders fell and her stomach felt ill.

"Is it true? Were you were the reason why he left?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...yes."

"Come in and sit, I want to talk," your mom sidestepped as Jihyo stepped in your home, sitting in living room couch.

To say that Jihyo's heart was pounding in anxiety was an understatement.

She was mortified at what was to come, her mind shutting down as she trembled in fear.

As your mother sat down next to her...

"Tell me everything, I want to hear your story." She asked in a rather same tone.

Jihyo turned to her.

"...Mrs. (Last-"

"No, tell me."

Jihyo gulped and nodded.

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TEN MINTUES LATER

"-...that's why he was in the hospital."

Jihyo proceeded to tell everything, from the moment she started dating Dan to everything she said to him about the accusations of cheating, even telling her about the voicemail she left and even (FN)'s side of the story when you were there.

Your mother took in her story as Jihyo didn't feel at ease, even with confessing.

"...were you planning on telling me this?" She questioned

"I knew I had to soon. I am so sorry, it's not enough, I know. But I want to help (YN) out and then...I'll be gone. I promise I won't see him anymore and stay away from him."

"I read and heard your voice mails Jihyo," she then gazed at Jihyo who was hunched, "did you really miss him that much?" She asked.

Jihyo figured to answer with the fullest of truths.

"I couldn't do anything without him. I've spent every day, since he was missing, just thinking about him." Jihyo answered sincerely.

"Then answer me truthfully," your mother asked, "do you love him?"

"..."

"..."

That got her off guard.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...I-I do."

"Only after you caught this Dan guy?" She rebutted.

"..."

"Only after you realized that (YN) was right?"

"N-no I-"

"Because if you truly loved (YN)...then you shouldn't have hurt him, you shouldn't have dated that Dan, and you should have known that (YN) was only looking out for you."

"..."

"..."

Jihyo had her eyes sealed at that point.

"I know...you're right. I can't lie about that. I was so stupid. I know I can't take back what I said, I can't take back what I did...the only thing I can do now is to help (YN). Looking back, I don't know why I was with Dan, I truly don't anymore, because he means nothing to me...(YN) is everything that Dan's not...he's everything to me. He's been there for me since my first day here. He didn't even know my name and he was helping me out. Every day since then he's gone out of his way to aid me in studies, the language and shown the town around for me. And I can't help, but regret what I've done to (YN). But right now, I will do whatever I can to help him...not just because of what I did, but of what he's done for me."

Your mom continued to stare at Jihyo.

"And I promise, once that he remembers everything, I will leave him alone forever...so that he wouldn't get hurt-"

"No."

Jihyo looked up.

"Why would I want you to leave him? (YN) has been telling us about you, about everything that he's done with you before the incident. He wasn't afraid to give out details, but I could tell that he had something for you and that perhaps you for him if you kept on hanging out with him constantly as well, until Dan."

Jihyo flinched.

"Now I don't know how you got involved with Dan, but none of that matters anymore according to your speech...and you've been seeing (YN) every day since the accident and been helping him so much, that I believe you when you said that you regret it. So promise me that you'll never break his heart again."

Jihyo shook her head.

"I promise, never again." Jihyo said at once.

"And are you doing all this because it's your mess or because you truly care for him?"

"I truly care for him."

"Now let me ask again. Do you love (YN)?"

Jihyo nodded once.

"I do. From the bottom of my heart."

Your mom nodded slowly.

"Then that settles it."

Jihyo felt a ton fell of her, she admitted her feelings about-

"I trust you you'll make (YN) happy as you've made him before. And I want (YN) to hear it again. If you're that important to him, then maybe, maybe it'll trigger something."

Jihyo nodded.

"So...are we okay?" She asked.

"We're okay Jihyo. Everything is okay between us. I understand what happened, but at least (YN) is here with us. Don't worry. Now go see him."

Jihyo nodded and went towards your room, leaving your mom staring as she left.

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KNOCK KNOCK

You opened the door to see Jihyo standing there.

"Hi." You said.

She gulped and looked at you.

"(YN)...I want you to hear something." She said.

"Okay, what is it?" 

"You might want to sit."

You did so on your bed and she sat near you.

"I don't know your reaction to this, but maybe it'll bring something."

She then put it on speaker and brought it near you.

"Just listen."

You sat upright and prepared to listen.

(YN)

I know you don't want to hear me or probably even see me. Not after what I've done to you.

You were right. You were right this whole time. I caught him too. I should have listened to you, but I was so stupid and blinded by some stupid emotions and...that's no excuse I know, but I don't know what else I can say.

'Its Jihyo, but wh-'  

"Hmm..."

You then grasped your head with the your right hand as it started to hurt.

"K-keep listening (YN)." Jihyo said, but she didn't like that she was forcing you.

...you know Dan right...

...in a relationship...

...personally make you suffer...

I know you hate me now and I don't blame you. Eerything we've done together and I threw it away, destroyed what we have that I need back.

You said you'd love me and I hurt you instead.

...why can't you understand (YN) that he loves me and I love him...

...you're trying to break us up so badly because you're in love with me...

...I would chose him over you...

Your head was hurting even more as the voice of Jihyo was increasing.

Jihyo watched and winced.

What I said to you, sorry isn't good enough, it was cruel of me to say so after you confessed and I can't make you forget hearing that. 

I can't even think about how painful it was and I know I can't apologize for it.

Your head thumped with every phrase, visions started to appear left and right as you shut your eyes and grasped onto your head.

...I'm sorry Jihyo...

...I was only trying to look out for you...

...take care Jihyo... 

"I know it hurts (YN), but keep listening, try to endure it." Jihyo said as she held the phone to your ear to aid you.

But if you are hearing this, please. I'm begging you to come back home. I need you. I need to see you. I need to hear you, be with you, talk with you, anything with you.

I want to make things up, no matter how long it'll take I want to make up for what I said.

Even if you just want to come and shout at me for my stupidity and being the ungrateful friend that I am. 

I don't care, I deserve every word if it means that you'll come back to me

(YN), please, I need you now more than ever

Images of Jihyo popped into your head as you heard each sentence and you-

"E-Enough!" 

Jihyo dropped the phone on the bed while you were holding your head as the memories of you and her were coming in. 

You grunted as Jihyo watched you in pain, coming closer, it looked worse than the other times.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Jihyo kept saying with her hands on her chest.

You were huffing at the pain in your head, but it was getting over slowly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...J-Jihyo?"

"..." She kept her eyes on you, not replying.

"I-...r-remember...alot..."

"..." She was afraid to ask.

"I-I remember...what happened...it's coming back..."

You looked at it as you recall her message.

"Do you mean it...everything you said on the message?" You asked her.

Once again, tears are coming down her cheeks.

"Yes, I mean everything (YN)...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She said repeatedly as she stood there, "please. Please forgive me (YN). I didn't mean what I said..." She kept wailing as she said whatever she could.

"Jihyo-" 

"You were completely right (YN), I was stupid!"

"Jihyo-"

"I-I should have listened to you!"

"Ji-"

"You mean everything to me! I never meant to-"

"JIHYO!"

Jihyo straightened up after hearing your shout.

"Enough, stop it. Don't blame yourself for that."

Jihyo looked back down.

"But I hurt you. I said what I said, I made you crash and you forgot everything and-...I-I'm s-sorr-" She stopped talking and now was crying.

What she didn't expect was you stepping closer and hugging her.

But Jihyo brought herself into your chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She kept saying as you cocooned her in your arms, not saying anything till she stopped, when? 

You didn't know.

-----------------------

Five minutes have passed still and Jihyo sobs turned into sniffles.

She stopped apologizing a minute in and you kept on soothing her.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...better?" You asked as Jihyo nodded slowly, "good," you pulled away from her as Jihyo looked up with her stingy eyes, "I don't blame you for anything Jihyo, I really don't."

"But-"

"But nothing, what happened happened, but what matters is what happens now and later. There's nothing we can do about the past. Nothing."

Jihyo felt a mix of relief and confusion. 

She had expected anger, resentment, or at least some frustration from you. 

Instead, you were being remarkably understanding.

"But," she continued, "I feel responsible. I wish I could undo it all. I was freaking out that you would be gone from my life (YN). Since I got here you were there for everything, helping me whenever you can and for that I am grateful. You're nothing like him (YN), you're everything he's not...you're everything to me." She was repeating the same she said to your mom as you smiled down at her, "I know I can't take back what I said, but I want us (YN) to happen...I love you." You smiled in return, "I love you (YN)...I truly do. I know I don't deserve you, but-hmph"

Jihyo stopped talking because you brought yourself down to her lips, pressing yours onto hers as Jihyo was in another world.

It felt like time stood still. 

It was as if all the stars in the universe had converged in that single moment. 

She felt a rush of warmth and butterflies in her stomach, and a profound sense of connection with you. 

It was a kiss filled with a depth of feeling that words couldn't express.

As they pulled away, their eyes still locked...

"And I love you too Jihyo. No matter what you say or do won't ever, EVER, change that. Got it?"

Jihyo felt like crying again, not of sadness, but happiness as she nodded, her smile forming into a goofy state.

"Y-yeah, I-I love you, (YN). I will always love you."

"Then, Park Jihyo, would you like to go out with me?" 

Jihyo reached up and her arms were around your neck.

"I would love to. And I promise (YN) I will help you remember everything else."

"That would be nice." You joked as Jihyo smiled and in a sudden, she pulled you to her and the two of you kissed you again as you pulled her into your body, arms were bringing each other closer.

And Jihyo's heart felt light.

She knew that this kiss was just the beginning of something beautiful.

She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensation of being loved and cherished by someone who meant so much to her.

It was a moment she would treasure forever.

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That's that.

So...the ending probably sucked. I went and revised it about four times now and the other endings weren't that great either. Just went with this one with the images of Jihyo, I even made it to look like the actual things that she said.

So hopefully everyone is happy about this one

Please comment if this final part was okay. Was it bad, was it ehh? Please I would like to know. I don't care how bad the comment is, just wanting to know.

Thanks for taking a pause in your life to reading this. Vote/Comment if you want. And thanks again.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Friday, 11-22-24, 8am Pacific

'Mornin', folks...Mr. Baggins here with our Morning Coffee Music, selections to get us in gear and in good cheer on this very rainy Friday morning here in The Bay Area. While we wait for the java to finish brewing, let's keep going with that boxed set of Malcolm Hamilton playing Bach. Here he is with Prelude and Fugues numbers 4, 5 and 6 from Book 1 of The Well-Tempered Clavier.

Let's move now to another of Schubert's Symphonies, played by Marriner and The Academy. Let's hear his Symphony No. 3, in D Major, D.200 today.

And now let's have a live performance by the Camerata Pacifica, a Chamber group from Santa Barbara, their splendid reading of the Dvorak Serenade for Winds, Op. 44. Amazing performance!

Now we turn to Our Favorite Canook, Glenn Gould, playing Bach. Let's hear his second recording of The Goldberg Variations, made in 1981. This is Gould near the end of his days, although he was not old by any means, musically it was as if he knew he didn't have long. This recording, made 25 years after that first whirlwind performance clocks in a full eleven minutes longer than that performance.

Now let's listen to one of the tone poems of Richard Strauss that doesn't really see a lot of air at all, and that is his "Sinfonia Domestica", Op. 53, his paean to home life. Here is Fritz and The Band on an RCA Living Stereo recording from 1956.

I thought a little more Bach would be nice, here is his Concerto for Three Harpsichords in C Major, BWV 1064, in the classic large-orchestra recording by Karl Richter and the Munchener Bach Orchester.

Here is the divine Elisabeth Schwarzkopf with Gerald Moore at the piano to sing Schubert's lied "Die Forelle", or "The Trout". The lyrics tell of a beautiful trout in a stream who is (sadly for him) caught by a fisherman.

And now, let's hear the Piano Quintet that Schubert built off/around that very song! Here is Schubert's "Trout" Quintet in A Major, played by pianist Clifford Curzon with members of the Vienna Octet, their landmark recording from 1958. Pour a fresh cup and enjoy!

That wraps up this Friday edition of Morning Coffee Music. This is Mr. Baggins, signing off for now. I'll return at 2pm Pacific with your Afternoon Stack of Classic Wax.

Until then, be kind, babies, be kind.

Baggins out.

[pwurrz]

yakumo doesn’t remember what happened last night that got him into this position. all he remembers is having a nightmare, quincy comforting him (which, as yakumo quickly found out, he’s very unexpectedly good at!), and then promptly falling asleep from exhaustion.

he doesn’t remember, at any point, quincy getting into bed next to him, curling up around him protectively, and using him as a pillow.

but.. this is his bed. perhaps he invited quincy to.. share the bed with him, and he was too tired at the time to remember it? that could be what happened. yakumo remembers he can do some pretty embarrassing things when he’s sleepy, especially when it’s his brumation period.

but yakumo just didn’t think he and quincy were that close! he wasn’t even sure if quincy really even liked him or just tolerated his presence! sure, they had spent ample time together since becoming associated, but he found the forest guardian to be incredibly hard to read at times. his quiet nature and stoic, hardly changing expression made it difficult for yakumo to guess what he was thinking, and his anxiety often filled in the gaps.

which is exactly what’s happening now.

yakumo can’t deny he’s incredibly comfortable, wrapped securely in quincy’s embrace with his face pressed snugly against the forest guardian’s bulky chest. but his mind can’t stop reeling, terribly shy about being in such close proximity to the other man.

he tries to wiggle free from out of quincy’s arms, giving into his serpent nature, but quickly finds that impossible as his squirming only causes the other man to wrap his arms even tighter around yakumo’s waist.

quincy lets out a displeased grunt, and yakumo freezes. the last thing he wanted was for quincy to wake up! he thought he was a heavy sleeper! daring to look up at the man currently holding him ‘hostage’, yakumo is met with a sleepy amber gaze staring back at him quizzically. yep, he’s definitely awake.

yakumo whimpers, ducking his head and accidentally burying his face in quincy’s chest as a result. he feels his cheeks burn and he just knows even the tips of his ears are bright red from embarrassment. he can still feel quincy’s gaze on him, so he decides to break the silence before he combusts from the awkwardness of the situation.

“u-um.. m-mr. quincy? i-i’m not.. mr. eiden so.. c-could you let me go? please?”

quincy blinks a few times, seemingly not used to be spoken to so soon after waking up. what he says next does nothing to quell the butterflies in yakumo’s stomach, especially considering how deep and rough his voice is first thing in the morning.

“…i know. you’re enjoying it though, aren’t you?”

he doesn’t let yakumo answer, considering the mortified squeak he lets out as good enough of a reply. quincy moves one arm from around the serpent’s waist and wraps it around his shoulders instead, using his hand to gently encourage yakumo to nuzzle his head back into his chest.

“too early. go back to sleep.”

and with that, quincy’s out like a light, leaving yakumo to deal with a whirlwind of emotions completely on his own.

on one hand, he still has absolutely no idea how he ended up in this predicament, or what happened last night that lead to this.

on the other, he can’t deny that he feels very safe and secure wrapped in quincy’s arms like this. it doesn’t look like he’ll be escaping anytime soon, and he hardly gets to sleep in. he can feel the previous night’s exhaustion coming back to him, the warmth of the forest guardian’s embrace overpowering his anxious mind.

it wouldn’t hurt, just this once, to give into these.. irresponsible and quite frankly embarrassing desires, would it?

[187days]

Day Two

Today really flew.

I spent the first hour making sure folks in my department were squared away, particularly our two new teachers, Mr. V and Mr. Q. Then I had to join my fellow ninth grader teachers and advisors in the auditorium for freshmen orientation. That was awesome, and our student ambassadors did a terrific job organizing it. But anytime you assemble the entire ninth grade class, it's A LOT of energy, and it's a whirlwind!

We started with a welcome and some introductions, which was fun for me because the student ambassadors introduced the school's administrators, and- official as of last night- Mrs. T is now Dean 2, so I obviously cheered and caused a ruckus for her.

After the assembly, all of us advisors took students to our respective classrooms, did some icebreakers, went over some school rules and expectations, distributed chromebooks. Then students had time to walk through their schedules before heading back to the auditorium for a wrap-up with The Principal. Lunch was provided for all students and staff (note: pizza and tots!), so we all ate in the cafeteria.

I had just enough time after that to chat with Mrs. C about the trials and tribulations of being understaffed- that's unfortunately going to be a theme for a while- and to grab my water bottle. Then we had two back to back meetings: discipline nuts and bolts stuff, info from the assistants in the main office about how to do things/where to find things (a lot changed this year).

Those meetings ran long, so I ended up staying about half an hour late to put the finishing touches on my classroom, make some photocopies, that kind of thing. I am pretty much ready to go, in spite of the lack of time I had (notoriously quick), so tomorrow, Mr. B and I have plans to clean out the social studies office because it's chaos at the moment. Will let you know how that goes!

[alolanroy]

2025 Watch Thread

Lower Decks S5 - I finished this last year, but I think it got lost in the whirlwind. I watched this as soon as it dropped, like I do for every previous season. A few episodes didn't hit as strongly as I expected, but I think it tied all the characters together well by the end. I think it played better with the multiverse concept that a lot of stuff does these days, but the multiversal time travel ending feels a bit off. I appreciate the hint that DISCO might be a parallel universe. Helps me sleep better. Can we get SNW, Picard and that god awful Section 31 thing? 7/10

A Christmas Story - Still the Goat. 8.5/10

note - He looks like Mr. Beast in the poster.

Marvel Rivals S0 - Great character pics with really interesting kits. The effort to make so many characters feel like they are out of different gameplay genres. I had so much fun with a buddy messing around with them in the training map. Unfortunately that didn't translate into actual matches at all. The few casual matches I played was the bad kind of low ttk competitive nonsense I don't play video games for. It wasn't fun at all. Weeks later I realized I never got around to that second session to 'give it another shot'. If the game's not fun, why bother. 4/10

Doogal - Who had dirt on all these actual actors to mumble out a seemingly improvised script. Sadly is barely scans at the level of a C-grade abridged parody. -4/10

Garfield (2004) - Theres a sense of low-effort here. I'm sure the Garfield graphics were mind-blowing at the time, but the plot and voice acting just feel pretty phoned in. -4/10

Jason X - Sadly, this did not hold up on a repeat viewing with friends. Its not campy enough to be consistently entertaining and it isn't scary at all. The kills aren't even gory or creative. I wish he unlocked his cool cyborg form earlier or we get a movie dedicated to Jason's SCP containment. It just felt like an episode of a low-tier Canadian sci-fi show. -4/10

Bermuda Tentacles - This scifi channel original ended up being a springboard for my friend group going down a character actor rabbit hole. It didn't leave any real impression and didn't manage to keep our attention in any meaningful way. I don't know how much of our good times to attribute to this nothingburger. NA/10

Mantracks - Another banger from Folding Ideas. This cozy story covers an aspect of Americana that doesn't get much play, and the subject matter it pivoted to is fascinating. 8/10

Wallace and Gromit: A Matter of Loaf and Death - I can't help but feel like this recombinates the previous shorts in a way that undercuts the craft on display here. 6/10

Wallace and Gromit: Vengence Most Fowl - The Norbots were pretty fun and the type of humor feels like a nice change of pace. I can't help but feel the change in voice actors bugged me the whole time, even though my partner claims to be unable to tell the difference. 7/10

Shapez - I think this game rides on the addictive nature of this genres structure, but doesn't give players the tools early enough to do anything interesting. I felt if pushed me to chase scale rather than efficiency. Pushing back wasn't rewarding. Good music though 5/10

Foodfight! - While the initial wave of WTF hits like a freight train, this movie gets really dull in the second act. I'll be honest I was more interested in installing some blinds and just listened to the audio and the confusion of my friends. I do recommend https://youtu.be/xgBO9c3WKII?si=I0mzOnVe2tX-Ttqn this documentary though. Far more fascinating that the film. -6/10

Xcalibur - Lore is a lot less interesting than story. -3/10

Cleopatra 2525 (first episode taster): Sometimes raw enthusiasm and a cool snake puppet can move mountains. -5/10

Enderal: Forgotten Stories - This game delivers where it counts. Massive scale for a small map with only 3 real towns. Intense density. Fantastic, and I mean this, writing. English voice acting that charms its way through any translation awkwardness or script failures. My only real complaint is that it should've had fast travel out of the box and getting the other endings is more of a time sink due to some unskippable conversations and scenes. If the Scrolls game has even half this ambition, we would be in a better timeline. 9.5/10

Brain Powerd - I watched this with one of the most disjointed dubs of all time, but I'm not sure how much of it can be attributed to Tomino's writing being what it is. For the most part, it felt meandering, but at random episodes, it locked in. It oddly paralleled the themes of Enderal (which I was playing in tandem), specifically how everyone was trying to project meaning upon unknowable forces with mixed results. 6/10

Tron Legacy (again) - This might be the last thing Disney ever did with any real vision. I spot more of the 'references' every rewatch, but unlike the modern 'pause to clap' moments you see in nostalgia reboots, every moment stands on its own. Perhaps this is because Tron has no real nostalgia to lean on. A true legacy reboot takes the kernel of the idea and evolves it into what it always could have been. 10/10

Ghostrunner 2 - The secret to making good cyberpunk is to make all the weird orientalism one guy's fault. Even in death, everyone hates his ass. Solid gameplay and some mind-blowing setpieces in the second act, but I can't help but feel that the final stretch felt a bit off. The final level didn't feel climactic at all, even relaxing, and the final duel was easier than a few of the other bosses. The transition to a more AAA game experience went surprisingly well. The bike sequences had me raving despite my initial skepticism. 8/10

Pikmin 4 - I've been playing this with my partner on and off for about a year. Adorable presentation and a few bursts of cute fun, but overall I felt too much time was spent with repetitious dialogue and the difficulty never hit that sweet spot. 7/10

Fight Another Day - Occasional cool dialogue and camera work is undercut by some production design limitations that lower the wow factor of potentially cool fight scenarios. 6/10

Chopping Mall - Nice to see a scream queen movie with characters that have agency. I don't think it had any particularly fun kills or anything. the title, premise and soundtrack is doing the heavy lifting here. -7/10

Leprechaun: In the Hood - A great example of a negative character arc in a crime movie. Our hero loses everything he loves until all he has left is cold ideal of the gangster rapper he set out to subvert. It almost made me forget this was an trashy movie about a rapping leprechaun. -7/10

Force of Execution: I swear all the dialogue was made up on the spot. Ving Rhames needs an award for being in this thing. -6/10

Hanna-Barbarra Rock Odyssey - Holy Shit the first few segments went crazy with the raw imagination and imagery. However the narrow view of music as time went on forgot a lot of important trends, and at some point they gave up and just made a Flinstones AMV. 7/10 when taken as a whole.

Gundam Gquuux Premier:

Gqux Beginning - This short actively damaged Gqux for me. It ruins the mystery of this alternate timeline by showing how the sausage is made, and the reveal is that its the most basic alternate history shit I've ever seen. It doesn't use any potential drama, and Char never gets to do anything cool or betray anyone. The classic style ends up jarring with the new MS design and Gqux itself. 4/10

Gqux - There wasn't a lot to grab on here tbh. The characters didn't get any standout moments, and I don't really know who they are. There's not much Trigger here and no big punch moments to get behind. The 2v2 format might be good if it ends up being a tournament thing with strategy and color commentary to differentiate it from Gwitches' duels. The problem is that it invites comparison to Gwitch, and not a favorable one. This is my way of saying that this is the most sauceless attempt at a bisexual love triangle I've ever seen. 5/10

Flipwitch: Forbidden Sex Hex - I wouldn't normally add this type of game, but it had a certain charm and had good gamefeel. Once I got used to the nsfw artsyle, I got to enjoy a good small scale metroidvania. It's not without flaw: having major upgrades needed only for traversal as a subweapon charge combo is really clunky, and having those have only female options kinda defeats the purpose of the game. I think the ending was a little anti-climactic, but I was also fully upgraded. 7/10 I hope it gets an iterative sequel.

Fallout London - I really tried to like this one. I don't enjoy Fallout (Bethesda era at least), but I hoped that my good history with Skyrim modding would transfer over to this ambitious fan project. Unfortunately, putting some funny accents and union jacks in a shitty rubble pile is barely more fun than a rubble pile. I had some bad crashes and save problems, and even past that I didn't have any fun. Fallout is not for me, so I'm withholding a score.

Space Warriors 2000 - The initial comedy of nonstop poorly dubbed ultraman fights wears off after 30-40 minutes, but it hits like a brick. Especially if you check the wiki for trivia. -6/10

DragonForce/PowerForce - A surprisingly down-to-join-a-kung-fu-cult 007 does a C-tier bond plot. Alright fights and some weird set pieces. -6/10

Bratz Super Babyz - This movie fucking sucks in a funny way. 0 budget DVD movie type beat. Please invest in a fourth music track. They weren't fooling anyone by playing it at different speeds. -7/10

The Devil's Sword - Sometimes, the crocodile queen should kidnap the price and seduce him. Let men be damsels in distress. It's equality. This movie is pretty dull, but it understands that croc monster costumes and zany fights can take you a long way. -5/10

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Moving Forward - Chapter 23

*Warning Adult Content*

Distractions

If Max was honest, he knew he wasn't a proactive person.

As an aspect of nature, he'd be a lake, placid and stagnant without any outside forces.

That was probably why he was approached by people like Marie-Ann, like Lara, people who couldn't walk in a straight line without something happening as a result.

Whirlwinds, a pair of beautiful whirlwinds that liked to push him about because they knew he'd let them.

Max grimaced, as sat at the coffee table, he resolved to never let them meet.

In the back garden, Blake was video-chatting with Max's sisters, so staying inside and pretending he didn't exist was in Max's best interest for now.

His sisters wouldn't be offended, they knew what he was like.

They knew he loved them and would give them a call to check in eventually.

A fast, insistent knock at the front door had Max leaving his still-too-hot cup of tea at the table to answer it.

Of course, he didn't move fast enough, so the person knocked again, louder.

"Alright, alright," he muttered.

The moment he opened the door a sliver, a blonde hurricane pushed through.

Lara grinned at him, seeming incredibly pleased with herself, meaning Max was on his guard in an instant.

Knowing Lara, anything that she was pleased about was definitely something that Max did not want to do.

Dressed in just joggers and a t-shirt, Lara looked like she was going for a run but Max doubted that was what she had in mind.

"We, my broody friend, are going to the lake," she announced.

"Okay?" Max raised a brow.

"Why?"

She cocked a hip, huffing.

"Do I need a reason to drag you out of your house?"

Max shrugged.

Blake's footsteps announced his entrance.

"Who's this?" he asked, a bright smile on his face.

"This is Lara," Max shrugged.

Lara smiled, looking a little lost.

"My dad, Blake Waters," Max told her, giving a vague hand gesture towards his father.

"Oh. Well damn, no wonder Max is so dang hot."

Max rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah."

She laughed.

"Have you met Kyle, Mr Waters?"

"Blake is fine," he answered.

"And yes I have met Kyle, he seemed, bossy, territorial and just a mention of 'Luke the ex' had the boy growling."

Lara blinked.

"Seriously?"

"I'd be disappointed if he wasn't," Blake grunted.

"Max is just like his parents, needs someone with some fight in 'em."

"Yeah but Kyle was growly?" Lara repeated.

"I don't believe it, he's too nice a guy, to be growly."

Max snorted, turning to head for the stairs.

'He's not that nice,' he wanted to say but didn't.

Maybe that was a little rude, Kyle was lovely but at the same time, Max knew that not all of Kyle's smiles were real but telling Lara his reasoning felt like a betrayal to Kyle, so Max kept his mouth shut on the subject.

"The lake?" he prompted instead, standing on the first step.

"Huh? Oh, right. Wear your swimming trunks and bring a change of clothes," Lara ordered, hands on hips and practically staring him down.

Though, when she turned to his dad, she visibly brightened.

"Would you like to come to the lake with us, Blake?"

"Oh, no thanks. Water isn't really my thing."

Most lion shifters were in agreement that bathing was the most they could tolerate when it came to being in water.

Max knew that even his step-moms rarely took more than ten minutes in the shower.

Max was a jaguar shifter, though and had no issue with water, so he did as he was told and returned to Lara in the living room wearing a white shirt and navy blue trunks, a rucksack with a towel and trousers inside it hanging off his left shoulder.

"We good?" Max asked and Lara was already bouncing out of the door, hmm-ing her assent along with a thumbs up.

The lake wasn't exactly what Max had imagined but he hadn't spent much time around lakes in general anyway, so his opinion probably didn't hold much value when it came the appearance of lakes.

Max snorted at his thoughts, looking around and helping Lara to unpack her car.

The lake itself was huge, a person could almost be forgiven for thinking that they were looking at the ocean, if not for the fact that the other side was visible, just barely and the entire lake was surrounded by trees, with barely any space between them and the water.

The road to the lake itself was a difficult drive.

There was no concrete but dirt tracks that appeared to be driven regularly.

Lara was grinning as she lay out her supplies.

Max took his time in making his way over to her but it wasn't out of reluctance.

More just the fact that he wanted to breathe in the air without the distraction.

The lake was unlike any other place he'd been, it smelled different, felt different, felt... new.

It made Max feel new, in a way.

Whatever it was, Max knew that being here was good for him.

His body relaxed and his nerves calmed and he kind of wanted to roll around in the grass but he wouldn't.

Maybe in his jaguar form but not as a human.

Max turned to Lara, who had laid out a picnic blanket on the grass.

"You're lucky I'm amazing," she said with a grin.

"Because I have brought you food."

Max mirrored her grin and sat down, letting himself just be in the moment, feeling the warmth of the sun sink into his bare skin, breathing in the fresh air that washed over him on a breeze.

The food Lara brought with her was nothing to complain about and once full, Max rested his eyes.

Just for minute, just a moment, he dosed off.

[legendarywizarddetective]

Hi everyone, I know it took me a while to finish my part of my lovely joint venture with @nashibirne ... Please don't be mad at me because life was a bit of a whirlwind lately. So now I just hope you will enjoy it.

PART 2: Hidden Treasure

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: you are trapped in writers block but as you saw Henry's new post on Instagram your wheels start to turn

Words: appr. 2500

Warnings: smut, dirty thoughts, sextoys, pleasuring yourself

Featured stories:

Close-up/Up-Close

The Widow and the Witcher

Diegosbutt

No Beta! English is not our mother tongue, so there will be mistakes and they're all ours

Part 1

Writers block sucks so damn much. Y/N was sitting on her sofa trying to write on her WIPs but it didn’t work. She had to face the truth "witchersgirl91" was out of order at the moment.

She felt bad about it. All those followers she had gained since she joined Tumblr that waited for the next chapters. Frustrated Y/N took her phone and started to scroll through her dashboard, hoping that some of her favourite blogs could give her some comfort. Soon she found a story that she loved dearly, "Close-Up/ Up-Close" from nashibirne. Damn was she talented, all her stories were so amazing and well written that Y/N could just wish for being as good as her one day. There were so many super talented writers in that fandom... Which fandom you might ask yourself now... well "witchersgirl91" was obviously a part of Henry Cavill's fandom. She was part of it since she saw the mighty white wolf on Netflix in 2019.

Intrigued and fascinated by his acting skills she digged deeper and soon found fanfics about him, something she read the last time in her teens. Inevitably Y/N fell down the Tumblr rabbit hole and what started as silent reader led soon into a "writing career". Well sometimes she had to remind herself, that she was writing for herself at first hand and that besides the number of likes and reblogs the most important thing was that she herself liked her stories. Up until now Y/N made quite a decent number of followers and found some incredible friends online. One of them she even talked to daily and Y/N was happy to have her in her live because she came close to an older sister she never had. Scrolling further down her dash Y/N found another gem she had already read before but "henryobsessed" "The Widow and the Witcher" was totally worth another go through. In contrast to Y/N many of the writers on Tumblr wrote not just only rpf about Henry himself but also fics about his many characters. Especially diegosbutt who wrote incredible stories about Henry's Captain Syverson. After half an hour into reading about The Witcher and his romance with the handsome widow Y/Ns Instagram notifications came to life. The object of desire, Mr. Cavill himself finally had posted something again. Damn him... such a tease Y/N thought to herself as she looked at the pictures. At first there was a sweet pic of Kal sniffing at some grapes at a vineyard, so gorgeous and heart-warming. Mr. C knew exactly how much in love his fans were with his fury companion. But the third slide made Y/N gasp in shock... "Holy crap these motherfu*****" The photo showed Henry on a boat in nothing else but swimming shorts. His hair all natural and curly, his strong hairy chest nicely on display, a Caipirinha in his hand and the most beautiful smile on his lips. He looked so stunning, relaxed and sexy as hell. So here comes the thirst trap Y/N thought. As she scrolled through the comments below the post she saw that the thirst had already begun. Well who was she to judge anyone, she wasn’t any better. Henry Cavill lived rent free in her mind most of all time and honestly these swimming trunks and his body did things to her and she involuntarily clenched her thighs together, heat spreading through her core. Y/N let her mind flow for a bit and then BANG "plot bunny alert". She was exited, for the first time in weeks she had an idea for a story. Y/N stood up, nearly spilled her coffee and walked over to her desk where her sketchbook laid. Yes, a sketchbook, Y/N was a little old-fashioned when it came to creativity, she had to write down her ideas onto paper, just let the words flow and make them persistent with ink.

Ok so this one will be pure pwp, but that’s a good start to go back to business and the cavillry will hopefully love it anyways. And so Hidden Treasure came to live.

 

Hidden Treasure:

 

you were finally living your dream and made it to be a part of the second season of the Witcher. Even if you were just an extra with just a short amount of screen time, it did not matter to you, you were extremely grateful for this opportunity. It was your sixth week on set now and you were still completely mesmerized by the detailed work and the fantastic world the producers had created. what made your work all the more exciting was the fact that you had a massive crush on the lead actor Henry Cavill. Up until now caught glimpses of him during lunch breaks and when you saw him leaving the hair and makeup trailer. Admiring him from afar was more than you had ever hoped for. He lived rent free in your mind for quite a while now and was one of the reasons why you fell in love with the series. To see him in real life now did things to you. Nearly every night you laid in your trailer and got off to thinking about Henry in his Geralt costume. You were fully content with that situation because you would never even consider that Henry would notice you. But in the last two weeks you had the strange feeling that he watched you during your small scenes and your fight training... but honestly that must have been your mind playing a trick… never would THE Henry Cavill look out for a small nobody like you but nonetheless you enjoyed the feeling of being seen and important.

Today you got a notice from the producers that you needed to go to another filming area with just a small part of the team. Just the two other extras, the producers and camera crew and Henry. As you heard them talk about it your heart nearly stopped... how should you survive this? Watching Henry from afar was one thing but being in the same space as him for nearly two days was something completely different. You knew you would be constantly aroused by his presence and just hoped that you could hide it to not embarrass yourself in front of your bosses.

When you reached your destination it soon became clear that there weren’t enough bedrooms for everyone. So, you needed to share a room with the two other extras. That was no problem for you because you liked your female colleagues very much and the three of you had much fun together, they even made fun of your crush sometimes. After you put your bags in your room you already had to go to hair and make up to get ready for the scene. As you opened the door you thought you must faint. Henry himself sat in one of the chairs... topless, his broad chest on display... his wig already on his head... without thinking you clenched your legs together as a heat started to spread from your centre "get your fucking act together..." you scolded yourself silently and stepped into the trailer and greeted Henry with a short and shy Hello. He looked up to you and met your eyes with one of his Hollywood smiles... "gosh that jawline “As you sat down in your chair you felt how wet your panties already were and started to shift uncomfortably. As subtle as possible you tried to clench your thighs to get some release. From the corner of your eye you thought you saw Henry smirking but you tried not to think about it too much. You grabbed the script in front of you and started to read through the scene for today ... and that hit you hard. Now you knew why Henry was topless... it was another bathing scene in a pond in the woods. great now you had to endure your arousal for the whole goddamn day and you couldn’t do anything about it.

In between the several takes it felt like Henry could smell and sense your arousal and the slick between your folds because every once in a while, he looked at you with an undefinable spark in his eyes...and if you wouldn’t know it better you could have thought that his eyes seemed to be blown by lust... that thought alone nearly drove you mad. You prayed for the day to find an end so that you could finally provide yourself some relief.

Which wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be because obviously you had to share your bedroom and the bathroom too. so, you had to wait until everyone fell asleep and slip into the empty and dark bathroom on the 2nd floor. Fortunately, you had packed your pink dildo so you were able to fill yourself up while dreaming of Henry. As you stepped into the dark room you wasted no more time and placed the dildo onto the wall in the shower and dropped your panties to the floor, they were of course soaking wet from all day’s arousal. You started to play with yourself slowly, stroking your sensitive folds and your clit gently. But you were already so worked up that you needed a quick release. In one swift move you pushed your tight cunt against the dildo on the wall, closed your eyes and imagined Henry grabbing you by your hips and pounding into you relentlessly. You started to moan and shiver... the feeling of Henrys cock inside of you made you dizzy ... he felt so good hitting your cervix with each deep thrust "Oh fuck Henry...harder... deeper...fuck me please" escaped your lips without thinking. You circled your clit to the rhythm of your slapping hips already near the edge to earth-shaking pleasure. You felt your own juices flow down your thighs and kept on fucking yourself with the toy, throwing your head back your moans grew louder and louder. You already lost it now but what was your undoing was your imagination playing you the trick of Henrys deep guttural growl while he pounded even deeper and harder than before "fuck... ahh.. Henry ... I am Cumming" with shaking limps you fell over the edge and your release gushed down between you. With closed eyes you rode out your orgasm not aware of the fact that the growl you heard wasn’t born out of your imagination... not in the slightest.

What you didn’t know was the fact that Henry was as worked up from the day as were you. What you didn’t know was the fact that Henry had a crush on you since he saw you first. What you didn’t know was the fact that he needed his sweet release as well and came to the empty bathroom for the exact same reason as you...with the only difference that he didn’t find it empty. In your haste you did not close the door properly and as Henry stood in front of the door he heard your silent moans and the squelching sound of your wet pussy around the dildo. He slowly and carefully pushed the door a little more open and nearly lost his mind seeing you standing there pleasuring yourself in the most sinful but sexiest way. He pulled down his briefs a bit so his already hard cock sprang free and started to stroke himself. Precum dripping down his length. He knew it would not take long for him to cum with the sight you provided and he had to bite his lip hard not to make a sound. but as he heard you moan his name he could not hold back his deep growl ... which surprisingly sent you over the edge hard and fast... that sight alone brought him to ecstasy as well and he spilled himself over his fist. As he came down from his high he was sure about one thing... he needed to have you... he needed to search this hidden treasure.

 

She dropped her pen, leaned back in her chair and could feel the adrenaline rush...yes that’s it... that’s a good piece to come back into action. Now the only thing was to post again. Hopefully her old followers would like what she wrote and maybe she could gain some more. Half an hour later she already had the first notifications on her story and could fall asleep grateful and with of course Henry in mind.

Taglist: @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @artandotherdelights @notabronte @littlefreya @eldarwen333 @marantha @liliumdream @enchantedbytomandhenry @greensleeves888 @witcherfan @radaofrivia @a-little-counter-esperanto @starstruckkittyangel @sillyrabbit81 @wheretheriversrunintothesea @kingliam2019 @pandaxnienke

[strangerficsforeddie]

Rebuilding a Shire: Eddie Munson X reader: part 5

I almost didn’t upload today so ya’ll better be extra nice to me because my back feels poopy and I want to do the skiddaly five thousand and kms lmaooooo so lets get the writing going shall we

Typical tw: drugs, language, creepy vibe, 

When your eyes landed on the guidance counselor they were nothing but big and in shock by the sudden entrance without much of a knock, however, she seemed unphased. Unhappy and unphased, her eyes seemed tired but almost like this was not the first occasion. 

There is that shiver again, unease trickling down your spine with a whirlwind of confusion following to put you on autopilot when you enter the room ever so slightly to exit the doorway. Why here? Why now? Why twice today? Surely this has occurred before in life, this isn't a first-time thing, is it? 

Suddenly your eyes are analyzing the whole room as though this was your first touch with civilization since the 50s, minus the look of repugnance which you kept to yourself. She had a similar-sized office to Mr. Lendenburg, except the layout was different. The room was decorated with three bookshelves around a desk and two windows; trinkets, books, stacks of papers, and a few assumed family photos were cascaded around the room. To be fair, it was a lovely office and she did seem nice even if there was something slightly… off. Your eyes land on her when she finally speaks to whoever was on the phone, breaking the silence; the voice was sweet but confident in a way that was confusing to you. 

“yes yes, I’m going to have to call you back. Yes, I’m so sorry, new student… Alright, I’ll call you.” 

The phone was placed back in its holder with one hand as the other traced the curly-haired wire to the base, to the desk, to her other hand. “(y/n)! correct?” She asked as she grabbed a packet of papers from the front of her desk which was cascaded in highlighters, sticky notes, and papers with paragraphs of single-spaced, tiny- 

“I have your class schedule right here,” She says redirecting your eyes to another small stack of papers that were all stabled to one slightly larger green sheet. “Now the back page is for you, it's the calendar for the football game,” she's referring to you as though you are perfectly neutral and in a way, you are? Maybe you would’ve chosen to participate in the football games if you hadn’t met  “that Munson kid.” However, that seemed rather unconvincing. 

“I’m going to need you to fill out these papers at home with your parents to get you into the system and then you should be good to go on everything. Your schedule is on the front and you’re about to go into third period and there will be students going to your class to help you get there.” 

Maybe she was the one on autopilot? I’m sure there comes a point where you could speedrun indoctrinating a new student into a basic understanding without breaking a sweat, maybe it’s even something she holds a record in. She stared at you as though you were to ask a question but you had none, it could be the weed but at this point, it was hardly noticeable. Maybe it was her eyes? You couldn’t help to analyze her fully and fixate on a necklace she had around her neck, a gold key with a clock on the inside. You wondered mainly if it worked or if it was costume jewelry to give a little flare, but more than that, it seemed like she had a thing for clocks. Then again, you’re the one spending your time thinking about her clocks so really who here is the clock-obsessed weirdo? 

“Well, if you don’t have any questions then I guess you should go off to your third period, which is…” Her fingerpad and nail glided against the white paper as her eyes followed from afar, “Yes, band.” She sticks out her hand with the stack of papers, which forces you to enter deeper into a therapist's office than you’ve ever thought you’d get to. “Come back anytime, (y/n).” She says with a smile and then immediately reaches for her phone to counter any sincerity. 

“Awesome.” you sarcastically whisper as you exit.

The only thing you can hope for is to find the next class before the school day ends, and it seemed the guidance counselor was preoccupied. You could ask Mr. Lindenburg… Limburg? Limburger? Yes, you’re sure that's right… god, he had a difficult name to remember.  

Your eyes follow down the hallway until you spot the bathrooms and suddenly you remember what Eddie said about the bathrooms prior, and off you went. The walk was uneventful except for when your shoulder bumped into a girl as you were exiting. 

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I’m just not feeling like myself today. I’m really out of it, oh you must be new here, I’m Chrissy! I’m really sorry, are you alright?” She was cute your eyes were stuck on her heart-shaped face and doe eyes, her words were almost speaking too fast for her own mouth to keep up but she still managed to be articulate. 

“Chrissy, you're good my girl,” You wink and smile as you pat her shoulder. “I’m the one who almost body slammed ya against the wall, take a chill pill.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs, “ Well I have to go… get back to class, see ya around new kid.” and with that, she walked away. From a distance, you could properly see her outfit which was a green cheerleader fit that complimented her red hair and pink-tinted skin. With that, you entered the bathroom that had orange stalls and blue tiled floors, the blue tiles followed up the white walls in a geometric pattern until they met a straight line in a similar tile on one wall farthest and parallel from you. The line was at the top of the wall which was slightly lower than the four windows that were equidistant from each other. Underneath the far left window, there was one stall that you sped walked to. Sure this was probably an asshole move to take up a stall someone should use just to kill time but hey, that was your getaway, not theirs. 

You climbed up the toilet seat to get a better look at the window and did a silent atheist prayer to not get caught. There was a large, foggy window to the left of you that had a smaller window at the top that was about the size of your torso. Stepping on the small ledge near the base of the window you find the latch and open the window, and a part of you was impressed. Not too much, but enough to deserve a treat. You sniff and suddenly there was a pungent smell that was similar to gasoline and skunk if it was earthy, something way too familiar. You stick your head out the window and turn to your left to see a smoking Eddie only a few inches from your side. You both jump and do a short gasp, “Jesus Christ, (y/n).” Eddie cursed before handing you a spleef. “Oh yeah, Edster? My full name?” he laughs and you follow after a hit and felt a warmth flood through you. Maybe it was Eddie, maybe it was the weed or the nic, or maybe it was the fact that some girl was just in here and you could get busted any second. Nonetheless, you pass the bud and smile at him, “Were you hoping I would be in here?” you teased and he turned a little red, “What? No way, I just wanted to try this new blend.” he said with a smile and then dramatically flips is hair, “ Perhaps I was implanting the idea. What gave it away?” 

“Maybe it was the fact you said, ‘most people just smoke in the bathroom’ like you know half of these students are on a different wavelength. What's in the blend?” You change the subject to something far more interesting and he smiles, “Just nic and weed,” “no lavender?” “What am I, Chrissy? Sorry, you don’t know her, but she's some cheerleader chick and-” “Nah, she's alright. She nearly knocked me down walking to Mr. Limburger’s office.” you correct and take another puff.  Eddie’s laugh starts escaping from his lungs and it floods both of the bathrooms and a part of you is embarrassed but more so pleased that he is laughing this hard, even if you don’t know why. “Limburger, it never gets old,” he says with a smile. 

“Hindenburg? Oh, is it Lendenburg?” Eddie continues to laugh and you both smile until the bell rings to interrupt you from your solitude. You both power through another hit to get extra toasted and agree to meet in the hallway to go to band together. 

Band with Eddie, this should be fun.

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Hello again 🥰

Could I please request a Peter Parker (18) x Male Reader(23)? If you're comfortable with a little age Gap?

I was thinking reader works in the library or university or something and Peter bumps into them while doing research for his suit etc?

Thank you 🙏✨💖🌟

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male reader

Y/n: Your name

L/n: Last name

H/c: Hair color

E/c: Eye color

Warnings: cussing, fluff, Peter’s shy, small age gap, small amount of angst, identity reveal, Y/n almost gets hurt, ends on a happy cliff hanger Word count: 968

Having friends as a superhero was hard, let alone having a significant other. Peter had learned this the hard way over the past 5 years of being Spider-man.

Keeping a secret identity from the most important people in your life was soul crushing, and in the end the important people in his life knew his alter ego, even if it scared him shitless.

May, MJ, Ned, and Mr. Stark all knew of his alter ego, and even supported him on his rough days after patrol. He’d tried a relationship with MJ once and to say the least, they weren’t compatible.

So he didn’t go out of his way to look for anyone to date, he wasn’t ready to anyways. There had been to many times where the ones he loved had been targeted by his enemies, so he’d rather have a small group of people in his life.

The universe wasn’t going to grant that wish though, throwing a whirlwind of a man at him when he had least expected it.

He’d met Y/n L/n on a cool autumn day at the New York library, where the H/c haired man was a librarian. When Peter first saw him, he had been speechless, cheeks flushed as he looked at the man who positively glowed.

His sketchbook open with drawings of his Spider suit forgotten as the man quirked an eyebrow, easy going smile on his lips.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was smooth like honey, making Peter’s heart jump to his throat.

His E/c eyes flicked down to his sketchbook; head tipped to the side curiously.

“Are those sketches of Spider-mans suit?” He questioned, causing Peter to jump forward and slam the book shut.

“Uh, no?” He squeaked out, the flush spreading up to his cheeks. Thor strike him down right here, let the floor swallow him.

Y/n held up his hands, smile still on his lips.

“Hey, it’s cool, I love Spider-man. I think he’s badass. Seriously we don’t have many vigilantes out there protecting the people of New York on a smaller scale.” He shrugged a bit, and Peter decided right then and there he was whipped.

After a moment of staring at the mysterious man he held out his hand.

“I’m Peter Parker.”

“Pleasure to meet you Peter, I’m Y/n L/n.” The boy clasped their hands together, giving a firm shake. Peter was so screwed.

Peter went to the library every day and saw Y/n there every day, his heart always jumping at the sight of the bright E/c eyed man.

They shifted from formalities to friendliness, Y/n tossing his arm over Peter’s shoulder playfully every afternoon, a toothy grin on his lips.

“Sup nerd.” He’d greet, thumb brushing over the back of Peter’s neck in a way that made his knees weak.

It felt wrong to say, but it was the easiest relationship Peter ever had. There were no expectations on him. Y/n never questioned the new bruises, or the random Spider-man gadget drawings Peter had shoved in his backpack.

The older man just seemed to understand Peter in a way no one else had, and before Peter knew it, he looked forward to seeing the man every day.

He looked forward to the shitty book quotes, and the playful jokes poking at his ‘Spider-man obsession’ from time to time.

He’d wait on patrol to hear the familiar ding of Y/n texting him, his heart skyrocketing every time he saw Y/n’s name flash across his screen.

The blissfulness that Peter got with Y/n was shattered on Halloween, he knew the H/c haired man had been working late and had been waiting for his text when he had heard a frighteningly familiar voice crying out for help.

Peter had dived from the roof he had been situated on, swinging towards the cries to find Y/n in a dark alleyway with two men cornering him.

Peter’s body worked on auto pilot as he took the two baddies down, dodging their punches with skill with the help of his Spidey sense.

As soon as the two men were webbed to the wall he turned to Y/n’s shaking form, heart aching for the man he adored so deeply.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, reaching out slowly to offer the man his hand. Peter pulled him up with ease, forcing his heart to slow down when Y/n leaned into him.

“Thanks, Petey.” Y/n breathed out, resting his forehead on the other man’s shoulder with a shaky huff.

Peter stiffened, clearing his throat.

“Who’s Petey?” He questioned stupidly, big bug eyes blinking repeatedly.

“Peter I’m not an idiot, I’ve known you were Spider-man since the first time we met.” Y/n slapped his chest lightly, leaning his weight against his friend.

Peter sighed defeatedly, taking his mask off so he could look his friend in the eyes.

“How’d you know?” He asked, tipping his head to the side curiously.

“You had a book full of sketches of confidential Spider-man suits and equipment.” Y/n said bluntly, rolling his eyes in exacerbated fondness.

Peter chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“That does kinda give it away, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does.” Y/n replied fondly, before looking at his phone with a sigh.

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow Petey.” Y/n pressed a kiss to the arachnid’s cheek before heading out of the alleyway, leaving the doe eyed boy behind gaping.

His fingers brushed against his cheek before he grinned widely, heart thumping wildly. This meant he had a chance!

[misssolitudesmusicblog]

My Music for March 2023

Dear Tumblr,

They don’t call it March Madness for no reason, believe me this month was complete and utter madness. I went through a whirlwind of emotions. It was really the passing of my grandma that caught my family and me off guard. No one thought she would be taken out from under us, in a brief moment it happened so fast and at that moment her heart gave out. I couldn't believe it and I’m still in shock. My grandma was very dear to me and I’ve been grieving and going through the motions of her loss. The music I have been listening to has been very therapeutic and has brought that healing feeling I’ve been aligning to. I wasn’t joking when I mentioned in a previous blog that the leading ladies were back at it again. With Kali Uchis and Lana Del Rey both dropping their albums in March, the Top Songs for 3.2023 playlist on Spotify is lit and jammed packed with new music that was released this month among other songs I fell in love with while listening to my Spotify Discover Weekly.  Shout out to Kali Uchis for putting her whole love and couchie in Red moon In Venus. Shout out to Princess Nokia for “i love you but this is goodbye” the album that brought closure to that situation that you didn’t think you needed. Last but not least, shout out to the Queen and mother to us all Lana Del Rey. The song Grants couldn’t have come at a better time in my life. The lyrics hit close to home. The lyric in particular, “My grandmother’s last smile I’m gonna take that too with me It’s a beautiful life” It’s these music synchronicities that tell me everything is going to be okay. The reason why I take time to share the music is important because you don’t know how impactful a song can be to a person who can relate to the music or feel understood in the poetry of that artist. Anyways here is the link for March music on Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4Q3s9yQvOZANGV8r5bRdxg?si=f850cbb0801644af

Without further adieu coming in at … 

71. Jon Batiste Interlude by Lana Del Rey

70. Bigger Pictures by Atmosphere

69. Night Vision by Mareux

68. Left Behind by The Plot In You

67. Locked out of Heaven by Gideon

66. Me Matas by Eslabon Armando

65. Plane Vs. Tank Vs. Submarine by Tigers Jaw

64. Stop the Fucking Gar by Circa Survive

63. Spirit Desire by Tigers Jaw

62. 70s Haze by VIKA

61. You’re Gonna Miss Me by 13th Floor Elevators

60. Mr. delivery man by ExistentialBeing, Kota the Friend, OGP!nkboi

59. Missing My Exxx by HYMN.

58. More Than Friends by Indie Anthony

57. Colour of Joy by DILLY DALLY

56. Live Your Fantasy by Israel’s Arcade

55. Where Have All My Friends Gone?

54. Happy by CLIP

53. Lua by Bright Eyes

52. Lions by Tune-Yards

51. Yellow Brick Road by Sudan Archives

50. MONA LISA by Tei Shi

49. BAD FRUIT* by Jean Dawson, Earl Sweatshirt

48. Since I Have A Lover by 6LACK

47. The Mourning After by Mac Miller

46. STILL C U by Jessie Reyez

45. Hola Soledad- Cover by Ragnunath

44. NN12 by Julian Dysart

43. Bette Davis Eyes by Kim Carnes

42. ルージュの伝言 by Yumi Arai

41. Bound by Dana and Alden

40. Soulful Strut by Young-Holt unlimited

39. Glorious Game by El Michels Affair, Black Thought, KIRBY

38. I Am Progress by Prozack Turner, The Grouch, Deuce Eclipse

37. Birds by Daisha McBride

36. The Party by Portraits Of Tracy

35. The God hour by A$AP ANT, A$AP Rocky

34. NASTY by Russ

33. Diana by Armani Caesar, Kodak Black

32. Can I by Kehlani

31. Red Ruby Da Sleeze by Nicki Minaj

30. Hasta Cuando by Kali Uchis

29. Come Te Quiero Yo by Kali Uchis

28. Love Between… by Kali Uchis

27. The Way by Manchester Orchestra

26. Lose You Again by Manchester Orchestra

25. Quietly by Manchester Orchestra

24. Yellow Love by Citizen

23. The Tide by Hit-Boy, Nas

22. But You Alexandra Savior

21. Candy Necklace by Lana Del Rey, Jon Batiste

20. Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey, Father John Misty

19. Fishtail by Lana Del Rey

18. Blue by Kali Uchis

17. Deserve Me by Kali Uchis, Summer Walker

16. Not Too Late (interlude) by Kali Uchis

15. lUcky girl synDrome by Tommi Aura

14. Just A Girl by Florence + the Machine

13. Letting Go Manchester Orchestra

12. Freak In Me by Mild Orange

11. Love Is Only a Feeling by HOMESHAKE

10. Up In The Sky by Emilee Moore

9. As The Sun Sets by Sorry

8. Happy by Princess Nokia

7. Angels & demons by Princess Nokia

6. Worth the wait by Kali Uchis, Omar Apollo

5. The Grants by Lana Del Rey

4. Moral Conscience by Kali Uchis

3. Taco Truck x VB by Lana Del Rey 

2. Lo siento by Princess Nokia

1. Peppers by Lana Del Rey, Tommy Genesis

Thank you for tuning in.

Sincerely,

Miss Solitude 

[fandomfiish]

Mission Failed, Successfully

This was not how Meeks planned to celebrate Valentine’s this year.

“It’ll be fun! Plus we’re the only ones who don’t have a date on the friend group, Todd has Neil, Charlie has Cameron, Knox has Chet and I’m sure Ginny and Chris will be with them.”

“So?”

“Aren’t you tired of being alone during Valentine’s Day?”

“I don’t really mind that much?”

“Why?”

“Cause I’m with you?”

Pitts stopped himself mid-rant to smile at what Meeks said.

“Aww Meeks, I feel the same way …”

“BUT it would be nice to celebrate it this year.”

“I don’t still see why we have to pretend that we’re dating?”

Pitts sighs. “Come on Meeks, remember what Mr. Keating said. Carpe Diem!”

Meeks sighs, knowing that he really can’t say no to Pitts.

“Fine.”

And if he felt his cheeks warm when Pitts hugged him after that, no one will know.

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“You’re going out?”

Charlie’s outburst almost got Meeks and Pitts laugh but they’ve had years of practice in pranking the other poets that this seems like child’s play.

The poets are now at a coffee shop outside Welton, meeting up before they separate for their own plans for the day.

“Yeah, is it that so surprising?” Meeks asks, as his hand meets Pitt’s lacing them together.

“Not really,” Cameron said, who was sitting beside Charlie. “We just can’t believe you two finally got together.”

“What?” Meeks's surprise was genuine, and when he looked at Pitts he looked surprised as well.

“Well, you two looked like you’re already a couple.” Todd’s chimed in. “But when you told me you’re both single I was surprised.”

Pitts and Meeks looked at each other genuinely confused at what was happening. They planned on pranking them for the whole day but the fact that they believed it so easily was something they found quite confusing.

“Yeah, Honestly I thought if there was going to be anyone who’s going to be the couples first, it’ll be you two.”

It got Meeks to think about his dynamic with Pitts, how they were the only ones in the group who liked to tinker with machinery, how the two of them danced together after their radio finally worked.

How they were always together whenever they were not hanging out with the poets.

How much Pitts understands him and makes him laugh.

That he knows he wants to be by Pitts's side.

Those were things he loved about Pitts.

Shit.

He loves Gerard Pitts.

And from the way he saw recognition in Pitts name, he knew it too.

“Can you excuse us for a second?” It was Meeks who spoke which got them some acknowledgment from the other poets, and they left to go inside the male bathroom.

And now that they’re alone, they can’t seem to speak.

They looked at each other and Meeks won’t like that Pitts isn’t attractive. But seeing this in a new light has caused his cheeks to warm.

“I…” Pitts speaks first. “Gee when I proposed us fake dating for Valentine’s Day, I didn’t know that It’ll cause me to realize my feelings for my best friend.”

“Y-Yeah.” Meeks was breathless, can’t believe this is happening. A whirlwind of events that he knows won’t end now.

“I … I don’t really know how to do this.” Meeks was the one who spoke. “But, I want to be a part of your life Pitts. And maybe this is just fate steering us together but I want to try this…” He took a step forward towards Pitts. “With you.”

“M-Me too!” Pitts took a step forward too, interlacing their fingers when he grabs Meeks's hand. “I guess we really already seem like a couple huh?”

Meeks smiles at that. “It seems we did Pitts, it seems we did.”

A beat.

“I really want to kiss you right now Meeks.” Meeks just forgoes his expectations on how this date would go out of the window as he felt breathless from Pitts's words. “What’s stopping you Pittsie?”

And no second later Pitts lowered his height to reach Meeks lips for a kiss. It wasn’t anything great, both of them have no experience in kissing so it was a mess, but it was their mess and Meeks loved it. Loved how Pitts's lips felt on his and loves this feeling of being in love.

It felt quick, but it also felt natural. Like nothing really changed except now they’re dating.

And Meeks loves it.

When they separate both have grins on their faces.

“We have to get back there you know?”

“I know.”

“Then, are you ready to go back to our date, Mr. Gerard?”

“Wait doesn’t this mean that this is our first date as a couple?”

“Yeah Pittsie, it is.”

And Meeks wouldn’t trade anything for the smile Pitts gave him. “Well then Mr. Steven, prepare yourself because I have a lot planned today.”

Pitts held out his hand.

And Meeks took it.

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Your Toy (Vincenzo) 1/2

Summary: Y/N and Jang Hanseok are lovers and she notices when he pulls away from her. In effort to find out why, she finds out who he really was and what he has done. //SMUT WARNING, MINORS DNI

Characters: Jang Hanseok x reader (romantic), Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Mr. Nam x reader (platonic)

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Sweat drips down your chest as your body arches under Jang Hanseok's thrusting fingers and rolling his tongue along the stripe of your bundle of nerves. He's been distant the past few weeks but whenever he stumbles his way onto your door step, nine times out of ten, you end up naked and spasming under him with tears of pain and pleasure staining your cheeks.

To say he has a lot of pent up anger is an understatement. Your fifth orgasm of the night ripped through you and your body goes limp Soft sobs leaves your lips and you say, "Please, I c-can't."

Your breathing turned shallow when he pulls away for you and climbs over your body. The only thing you're wearing is his shirt that was rolled up to give him access to your throbbing core. Your walls were still sore from his dick nearly splitting you in half with fury and lust.

"Alright, baby." He lifts your chin and his lips devours yours. He leaves more love marks across your chest and neck. He settles himself between your legs and you moan when you feel his rock hard length rubbing against your sensitive core. "Again?" You say breathlessly. He smiles against your neck and grabs the back of your neck to kiss you warmly.

The smile soon fades when his phone rings. "Damn it." He reaches over to the night stand and answers it. "Hello?" "He did what? He can't get anything right. I'm on my way." He sighs as he hangs up. "I have to go, baby." "Alright."

He puts on his sweatshirt and jogger pants. You roll over on your stomach and reach for your phone when he puts his hand over yours.

"Don't be mad at me, please." "I'll think about it." You were fed up with him coming into your life like a whirlwind, wrecking your soul and body and leaving like nothing happened only to do it again weeks later. He leans in to kiss you but you pull away from him. He smooth a hand down your back before kissing your shoulder tenderly and leaving.

You wait until you hear the front door open and close to yell into you pillow.

**

Today was the day you finally cut ties with Jang Han-seok. You deserve better than to be treated like a toy. You were convinced that he was a sociopath. You overheard him talk about killing people like it was a game, like a sport he loved playing. He was incapable of emotions and that gave you chills.

You were sleeping with a cold blooded murderer, and he gave you the best sex of your life. You barge into his office to see him leaning against the front of his desk talking to Ms. Choi. Now that you think about it, he's been with her more times than not.

"Why is it that whenever I come by to see you, you're with her?" You ask. "The question is why you're stopping by at all?" Ms. Choi asks. "You're wearing down my patience, old hag." You sneer. She glares at you and Jang Han seok slowly approach you in his grey vest with a white dress shirt underneath and grey slacks.

"What are you doing here, baby?" He says softly, making your heart race. "We should stop seeing each other." You blurt out. "And I'm done being your toy that you can use and toss aside whenever you wanted," "Awe, but you were my favorite toy," he says, touching your chin. You slap his hand away and push him into the sofa.

"Now where was that when I needed it. It would have made the sex much better." You roll you eyes and say, "Lose my number." You advance towards the door only to be stopped by Ms. Choi's annoying voice. "Don't think we don't know you've been eavesdropping on our conversations. Your eidetic memory makes your dangerous."

"If you're doing to kill me, do it quick. I have places to be." You say over your shoulder before leaving. You change your outfit and put a wig on. You drove your rental car to the plaza you know Vincenzo Cassano and Hong Cha-young worked from. You walk in not only to see Vincenzo and Cha young, but Han seok's brother, Han seo.

Han seo's eyes widens when he sees me and you chuckle. "Who are you?" Vincenzo asks. Before you even had a chance to open your mouth, Han seo says, "Han seok's girlfriend." "Ex-girlfriend." "Why are you here?" Cha young asks. "Because I overheard what he did. Killing all those innocent families without blinking an eye. He needs to go to jail." You explain.

"I agree, but how do you know if we can trust you?" Vincenzo asks. "I have an eidetic memory, ask me anything. But I have one condition." You state. "Name it," "I'm ninety nine percent sure that Ms. Choi ordered a hit on me. It's just a matter of time." "We'll protect you," Vincenzo says, standing up from his chair. "Tell me everything," he adds.

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Provisionary License: Part 1

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Prompt: It’s time to get your provisionary license. :p

Word Count: 1193

Reader: Female

Warning: very americanized, im so sorry. i kind of proof read

Author’s Note: Wow, another katsuki series ahaha

Masterlist

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The teacher stands at the front of the bus, giving a speech about how today some of your classmates will leave semi-heroes while the others will leave with something to work on. He goes on about how, no matter what happens here, you all will be heroes in his eyes. He continued to drone on causing you to close your eyes and lean your head back on the seat, the soft pang of a headache drumming in the back of your head.

“Does he ever, like, shut up?” Camie whispers, turning to you with a curious look on her face. You open your eyes to be met with her large brown eyes causing you to roll your own. She’s been trying to talk to you this whole trip which was odd, she knew not to annoy you on the bus ride here. It was an unspoken agreement the two of you had since you met.

You don’t respond as you grab your bag and stand up. The teacher continues to talk as you walk down the bus aisle, Camie following close with a skip in her step. The teacher commands the two of you to sit back down but you ignore him. He quickly gives up as the rest of the class slowly follows.

You step off the bus, backpack slung over your shoulder. (Y/E/C) scanning the arena to take it all in. There was a slight breeze causing your skirt to swing in the wind and your hair to blow. It was bright out, a beautiful day to get your provisional license

Taking in the rest of the landscape, you move your eyes over to the group of students next to you. All had on white dress shirts with green epaulets sewn on the shoulders, slacks or skirts to match along with red ties around their necks. Various types of hair colors sprouting from their heads ranging from ashy blonde to purple… balls?

Camie lets out a giggle from behind you, snapping out of your daze. “You’re such a bad girl, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, wait till the teacher is done talking to get up like that.” Shishikura scolds with his hands behind his back. “His words had meaning, it was to--”

“His words were giving me a headache.” You cut him off, turning to him. Inasa, the only other person in your class that was here, stares off into the distance. “Hey, Whirlwind, you good?” You ask but he pushes past you making you scoff.

Camie, Shishikura, and you turn to follow him. The teen wiggles his way into the group of students that you were looking at earlier. 

You can tell he was excited by the look on his face as the red-haired boy yells “Plus--”

“Oh no.” You knew where this was going.

“Ultra!” Inasa yells, surprising the crowd of UA students.

Camie tilts her hat down, covering her eyes in embarrassment while you cross your arms across your chest, cringing at the encounter.

“Y’know, it’s pretty rude to barge into other people’s huddles like that, Inasa.” Shishikura reprimanded your classmate, his stern tone from earlier not wavering.

“What? Pardon me.” His pupils turn into pinpoints, his teeth clenching as he realizes what he did. He slaps his arms at his side and bows, “I am so… very... extremely… sorry!” He intensely apologizes while bowing his head to the ground in very Inasa fashion. The UA class screams as he slams his head into the concrete. 

You take a step forward and reach a hand out to touch your friend’s back in a comforting manner. Over the year of getting to know Inasa, you’ve learned how overbearing politeness can come off a bit extreme and hurtful…to himself. He still hasn’t learned that randomly slamming your head into things can lead to damage.

“Who is this guy? I do not trust his enthusiasm.” A blonde with a black stripe in his hair says making your eyes snap to him.

“Shut it, rat face.” You spit at him while Inasa’s back straightens. They didn’t know your friend and it was rude of them to make assumptions so fast. He was very sweet and meant no harm to any living thing so the boy’s comment sparks something in you.

“Tch.” Someone snorts out redirecting your glare to the same ash blonde you saw earlier. His hair was standing up in spikes, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his red eyes glaring back at you.

“What? Got something to say, Pomeranian?” You ask him, a shocked looked appears on his face then it switches into a scowl.

“What did you just call me?!” He demands while his hands ball into fists at his sides. You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to your friend who seemed to start rambling.

Inasa goes off on a tangent about how he’s excited to meet all of them and how honored he was to compete against such an incredible school. Blood starts gushing from his hairline and you flick your wrist, a handkerchief appearing between your fingers. You hold it out to him and he gladly accepts it while the rest of your class starts to walk up the stairs.

“Come on, ‘Sa.” You grab his arm and lead him with the crowd, knowing very well that you’d probably lose him before you walk through the doors. He carries on with gushing about the school, talking about how he was close to choosing that school instead of Shiketsu.

You could feel their eyes on the two of you, watching in curiosity as they ask their teachers questions about the strange boy. A specific pair of red eyes feel as if they were burning holes into the back of your shirt but you don’t let it bother her.

“Indeed. He’s strong… So is the girl.” Mr. Aizawa tells the class of 1A causing them to gasp. “They’re the same year as you all. Yoarashi received the top score for students admitted through recommendations. (Y/L/N) received a little under our Todoroki, her attitude being the thing holding her back.” 

“He turned down his acceptance for unknown reasons.” He informs then lets out a deep breath, “(Y/L/N) turned her’s down, calling our school a joke. A school full of people who cared more about fame than saving lives.”

“That’s very not nice, ribbit.” Asui frowns at the confession while Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“She’s not nice but she’s one of the best in her class… Her brain is in the right place but her heart isn’t.” Aizawa continues, taking a side glance at Bakugo before being interrupted by a green-haired woman bouncing her way over.

Bakugo watches as the students of Shiketsu High School walk away. He keeps his focus on the (Y/H/C) girl as she talks with her classmates, hitting one of them on the back of the head with an entertained smile on her face. He shakes himself out of it and tries to turn his attention to Aizawa and the other class that appeared in front of them… there was just something about her, though.