#please they are both EQUALLY BAD at flirting

[dollycxre]

LMAOO I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THIS THIS IS HILARIOUS

CRYING at Galinda performing the most flamboyant like...tropical bird mating dance the world has ever seen

Meanwhile poor Elphaba, who has never experienced flirting with ANYONE before, let alone the world's most flamboyant closeted lesbian tropical bird, has no idea what the hell she's looking at and is just like ??????

Still, points for at least attempting to match Galinda's freak

Truly the most magnificent sapphic fail-flirt scene of all time.

[nereidprinc3ss]

slumber party

in which there's only one bed. fem bau!reader x spencer reid

fluff! warnings/tags: dark humor, (the word molest is used jokingly once but in my defense your honor its completely on brand for early seasons cm humor, if u cancel me u have to cancel the whole cast those are the rules, its just a joke cause reader always flirts w him aggressively, pls don't come for me i have a wife and children and three boyfriends to take care of,) mutual pining, bullying and death threats as flirting, they love each other so much and bicker like children, glasses spencer, (moans), emily and rossi are mentioned bc canon means fuck all to me, i think thats it but this is my most out of pocket duo so if i'm wrong lmk a/n: just a silly little thing that i cooked up, not a masterpiece but i think its cute!! I hope u enjoy!! lmk what you think!! looooveee youuuu

“Oh, there is no way.”

Your duffel bag hits the dingy carpet as Spencer is still closing the door behind you. 

“What? Is it—”

You give him a look over your shoulder, eyebrows raised as if to say, what are you going to do about this?

But he only manages to meet your eyes for a split second before they’re back to the singular queen bed, darting over the white sheets and pillows like he might find another mattress if he looks hard enough. 

Sharing a room with Spencer, you can handle. You've done it before. Whenever the team has to pair up at a hotel, you two are an obvious choice. And while you occasionally butt heads, mostly you adore each other and it's great.

But sharing a bed is a whole other situation.

One you were not prepared for. And evidently, neither is he.

Watching his big anxious eyes flit around the room nervously, you feel sort of bad for your reaction. You know you can be a bit… abrasive, sometimes. 

“It’s fine, I’ll just—I’ll see if I can share a bed with Emily or JJ in their room—”

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Spencer looks relieved to have something else to focus on, turning back around and quickly undoing the latch again before opening the door to reveal your favorite raven-haired SSA. Emily leans past the doorjamb, eyes immediately honing in on the awkward sleeping arrangement. 

“Oh my god! You guys too?”

“What?” You and Spencer ask at the same time. Emily raises her eyebrows at this and glances between you, but otherwise doesn’t comment. 

“Me and JJ only have the one bed. I thought it might just have been us.”

You frown. There goes your plan of sharing a room with them. 

“What about Morgan and Garcia?”

Spencer snorts.

“Something tells me Penelope wouldn’t be too torn up about it if that's the case.”

“Hotch and Rossi?”

The room goes quiet and a little chilly as the thought disturbs everyone equally. Emily frowns deeply.

“I don’t even… I can’t picture that.”

“Can we please not try to picture it?”

“Great. Okay, well. I just wanted to make sure everyone is suffering equally. Good luck, champs.”

“Thanks,” Spencer mutters dryly. Emily smiles, eyes darting between the two of you for just a moment too long, before pushing off the door frame and disappearing from sight. Once the door is closed again, a heavy silence ensues. “I’ll… I can take the floor—”

“It’s fine, Spencer. I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor. We’re both grown-ups. Besides, we like each other, right? It’ll be like a slumber party.”

“I’ve never had one,” he admits. His glasses slip further down his nose as he frowns. Your fingers itch to push them back up. 

“Then I’m happy to be your first,” you tease, facing him fully with your hand on your hip and barely resisting the urge to add, I’ll be gentle. “Do you want the shower first or can I?”

Spencer has a habit of looking you up and down like he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. Some might find it odd, but his utter lack of social graces is, lucky for him, incredibly endearing to you. 

“You can have it first,” he says, meeting your eyes again. “Just don’t do that thing where you get the entire bathroom soaking wet.”

“Aw. But I love doing that. It’s my favorite part,” you tease, scooping up your bag once more.

Twenty minutes later you’re emerging from the bathroom with damp hair, clad in loose shorts and a college hoodie. 

“Nice outfit,” Spencer says from the spinny-chair at the desk, examining your outfit choice with a scrutiny you wish you’d been prepared for. Really, you wish you’d known ahead of time you’d have a roommate and brought some alternate sleeping clothes. “I had no idea you felt so passionately about… Scooby Doo?”

“Shut up right now,” you grit, tossing your bag into the corner of the room and tugging your hoodie down over your cartoon-patterned shorts as far as you can. 

“What?” He’s laughing as he brushes past you on his way into the bathroom, bearing his own bag. “It’s a good look for you.”

Your face is burning as you choose the side of the bed furthest from the door. Springs creak underneath your weight as you sink down, sitting with your legs hanging off the side for a moment before swinging them up onto the mattress, leaning against the headboard and side-eyeing the empty space next to you. There’s really not very much of it. The bed feels even smaller than it looks. 

From the bathroom you hear the sound of the shower squeaking and starting up again—a cacophony of droplets against tile on the other side of the wall. You try not to be nervous as you imagine Spencer filling the space beside you in just a few minutes, hair wet and in pajamas. And yet you spend each second wondering if he’s almost done, wondering if the shower will finally sputter to a halt, and once it does, wondering how long it’ll be before he’s out again. It’s ridiculous how impatient you're getting—and by the time you finally watch the door knob twist you feel crazy. 

“I think that was your longest shower yet, Dr. Reid.”

The teasing affords you a moment to ogle him head to toe, taking in his choice of pajamas—tonight, familiar plaid pants and an MIT crewneck—as well as his hair which has already begun to dry. Briefly you wonder if he does that thing guys do, where they lean down and haphazardly dry their hair with a towel because they have no concern for its texture whatsoever. But you kind of doubt it, because his hair always looks so soft. 

“You were sitting here waiting for me?” He chuckles, and honestly you’d been expecting a shyer response. But you adapt quickly. 

“Maybe I was. Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Ha-ha.” He opens a drawer in the dresser and begins unpacking his clothes into it. It's a funny habit of his. You never unpack your duffel. “You took the better side of the bed.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the woman. I get to do that.”

“Well you should know that if an intruder breaks in, I’m not fighting him off. You’d probably have a better chance than me.”

“And my chances will be even better if he’s distracted with you first.”

“So I’m just bait?” He scoffs, looking back at you. Strands of wet hair hang so prettily around his face, like the perfect frame around a work of art. You smile sweetly from your spot on the bed before playfully biting at the air in his direction. The message goes unspoken but reads loud and clear. Of course you are. You make such good bait. 

That gets a blush out of him and he has nothing else to say as he turns back to his drawer. Happily you lean back against the headboard, stretching your legs out and bouncing slightly in place. Beneath you the mattress springs groan and squeak in protest. 

“I hope you're not going to be this irritating all night.”

It's clearly lighthearted, but you promptly stop and frown at his back. 

“Call me irritating again and see where you end up sleeping tonight.”

“I just don’t see how you’re even more hyperactive than usual right now. Has anybody ever told you that you’re crepuscular?” Spencer asks, finally sliding the drawer shut and going to shut the overhead light off. Your eyes narrow. 

“Obviously nobody has told me that.”

“It means y—”

“I’m most energetic within the few hours around dusk and dawn. Contrary to your belief, Dr. Reid, other people are also capable of looking up words in a dictionary and remembering what they mean. Are you going to stand in the corner all night or are you gonna come to bed?”

“I am,” he scoffs, clearly embarrassed and shy and embarrassed of being shy. “I’m just… you look like you kick in your sleep. And hog the blankets.”

You shrug, folding your knees to your chest and hugging them quaintly. 

“I’ve never had any complaints. In fact, you should be so lucky to share a bed with me. All five star reviews, baby.” 

You toss a suggestive wink in at the end, which seems garish enough to break the tension so that Spencer can stop lingering in the corner like a sleep-paralysis demon and move to carefully take his place next to you. He almost mirrors your position, but his legs are too long to quite manage your level of compactness and so they simply fold underneath him. A few silent moments go by, in which you have the dumbest smile on your face and you keep glancing over to the side, waiting for him to be looking back at you. 

“This is already the least relaxed I have ever been in a bed.”

“Good thing we’re not going to sleep yet.”

Finally he looks at you, a casual mix of hesitance, concern, and moderate curiosity coloring his features. 

“We’re not?”

“Oh, my god, Spencer,” you snort. “I’m not gonna molest you. We have to do slumber party stuff, remember?”

He flushes again, glancing at the digital clock in his bedside table. 

“But it’s late. We should go to sleep.”

“At slumber parties you have to stay up until you literally can’t keep your eyes open anymore. Those are the rules. I don’t make them.”

Still, your insistence that you follow the international code of sleepover law goes unabided by Spencer. He simply leans over to flick off his lamp, bathing the room in darkness. 

“I appreciate the effort,” he says, and your eyes haven’t adjusted but you can hear the rustle of sheets and blankets as he gets under them, “but unfortunately we have to be awake and alert in five hours.”

“You’re no fun,” you huff, but climb under your own side of the cover and scoot down until you’re flat on your back, covered in blanket and hands folded on your sternum. 

Spencer doesn’t respond. 

It’s silent for maybe five minutes, during which your brain doesn’t slow down at all. Maybe you are crepuscular. Or slightly nocturnal. You have nothing but energy. 

In an attempt to get comfortable, you try adjusting your position.

The mattress squeaks. 

You do it again. 

Another squeak. 

A second goes by, and now you’re intentionally jostling about, squeaking the mattress as much as you can. 

“Would you stop that?” Spencer says, voice already gravelly with sleep. You manage, but you’re already devolving into a fit of giggles. “I’m going to smother you with this pillow,” he threatens, but you hear the disgruntled smile curling his words. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood to rest.”

Another moment passes. He sighs deeply. You smile into the dark. 

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks flatly, and you’ve won. 

“Tell me a secret,” you immediately demand in a hushed tone, flipping on your side to face his back. “Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

“I don’t—”

“Shh! You have to whisper it. Those are the slumber party rules.”

“I don’t have any secrets,” he whispers, clearly flustered, and to your delight, rolling to face the ceiling. “None that you’d want to hear.”

“Oh, now that’s just not true. You’re an enigma, Spencer Reid. You fascinate me.”

You’re only sort of kidding. 

“I… fascinate you?”

“Completely. You know, ever since you moved your desk across from mine I get distracted just staring at you and wondering what you’re thinking about. But you’re very�� hard to read, sometimes. I think it’s because you’re a Scorpio.”

“The position of the stars at the time I was born has no bearing on my personality.”

“Fine,” you concede, still in a glorified stage whisper. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t display the archetypal Scorpio traits. You’re all brooding, mysterious. Kinda, I don't know... intense and sexy and unknowable…”

“Sexy?” He laughs, breaking the whisper rule. You grin and let it slide. You’d hoped he would catch that one. 

“Hey,” you snap, losing the smile immediately and lightly shoving against what you hope is his shoulder. “You’re supposed to be telling me a secret, damnit. I won’t let your wiles and charm distract me from getting what I want.”

“When have you ever let anything stop you from getting what you want?”

Truly, your cheeks are going to start aching with this constant back and forth between poker-faced and huge Cheshire smile. 

“Stop flirting and answer my question, Reid.”

With the amount of times you’ve made him sigh tonight he must be dizzy. You chew your lip apprehensively in the silence, picking a loose thread on your pillow. It’s so pitch black in the room, you can’t see him where he lies only a few meager inches from you. But you can feel his presence. You can feel the unexpected bass to his voice when he’s tired and speaking this lowly, which you’ve never heard before.

“All the secrets I’ve never told anyone are just… depressing.”

Your heart sinks a little at the way he swallows between words, like that in and of itself was hard to admit. Unthinkingly your hand slides into the small gap of white cotton between the two of you. 

“Not very good slumber party material, I think,” he laughs self-consciously. 

“You’d be surprised.” 

The sentiment comes quieter and more serious than you’ve been all night. If only you had the words to tell him that he can tell you anything. That you want to hold his secrets for him under lock and key. That you would never, ever do anything less than offer him kindness and support—even if it doesn’t always seem that way when you’re teasing him. 

“Do you have any secrets you’ve never told anyone else?” He murmurs eventually, so soft it could kill you. 

And you do. There are plenty of dark ones, probably not all dissimilar from those he’d elected not to share only a moment ago. 

But you don’t bring those up. 

Instead, you decide to admit to something silly. Still, it makes you nervous as you feel it coming loose in your chest. You’ve really never told anyone this, and it’s perhaps more vulnerable than you’d realized before the words were already leaving your mouth. 

“I, have…” You pause to laugh at yourself, and continue on. “I have a stuffed dragon that I take with me on every single case.”

“You do?” Spencer laughs, so loud and unexpected it almost hurts your ears, angling his head toward you. Blood rushes to your face. 

“Yes. He usually sleeps in bed with me. He’s an excellent listener and has been the origin of several of my most genius breakthroughs. You remember Gibson Cooper?”

“Family annihilator from Houston?” 

“Correct. He���s in prison because Oscar helped me make the Cook Creek Campground connection between the O’Hara and Diangelo families.”

“You have a stuffed profiler dragon named Oscar? Is he here?”

“He’s—I mean, I wasn’t expecting to share a room with someone.”

“So he’s in your bag.”

“Yes,” you seethe, “and I will not be introducing you to him. He doesn’t do well with men.”

“You are genuinely psychotic.”

You huff.

“Fine. I’m sorry I told you anything.”

You’re about to roll over onto your other side—but Spencer surprises you by catching the hand that had been outstretched in his direction. He carefully intertwines your fingers and squeezes gently. 

“You’re right. That was mean. Thank you for telling me about Oscar.” His tone is surprisingly teasing, and you’re so uncharacteristically flustered by this rare show of physicality and affection that you can’t muster an adequate comeback. Spencer doesn’t seem to mind filling your silence, though, sounding a little more solemn now. “I’m sorry I don’t have any secrets for you.”

The way his voice gets all thin and scratchy sometimes—it’s like the earnest sincerity just pours out of him. He can’t control it. He can’t be anyone other than who he is. Maybe that’s a part of why you love him so much. You wonder if he knows how much you love him. It’s not exactly a secret—anyone on the team would be able to tell as much. You’ve been relentlessly teased for the way you are with him. For your batting lashes and your lingering touches and your unabashed flirting. But beneath it all is true affection, and nobody doubts that. 

“It’s okay,” you decide with a squeeze of your own, after a moment of deliberation. “You’ll think of something. ’Cause, y’know—you’re stuck with me for at least a few more days.”

“Oh, god,” he laughs, and releases your hand, rolling over to face away from you. But you don’t mind. You’ll get lots more time to invade his personal space over the coming week or so. “Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams,” you sing-song, turning away to face the wall with what is perhaps your biggest, stupidest smile yet.

[venerawrites]

Aww I love that you write for Kiba! He really doesn't get enough love so thank you! Can I please request headcannons for married and family life with Kiba, Kakashi, Gaara and Neji (with female reader)? Like being married and having children with them? They're my favourites and you write them so, so well. I hope that request is alright, please don't feel pressured to write it if you don't want to. I hope your week is amazing 🫶🏻

author's note: Kiba was one of my first fictional crushes and I totally agree he doesn't get enough love! Thank you so much for this beautiful request! I really hope you enjoy and that so far your week has been good! <3

➤ Kiba

Kiba as a husband is everything but boring!

During the first year or two, marriage would feel just like your relationship before that - laid back, chill and maybe a bit immature.

He is an amazing partner - he is very affectionate, never fails to make you smile and loves to surprise you.

However, when it comes to taking care of himself, he is like a big baby - I don't really see him doing any chores in the beginning of your relationship and even when he tries, more often than not he either burn or flood the kitchen.

Maybe it was fate or karma of some sorts, but I totally see you with twins or triplets!

If you thought life was crazy, wait till your house is full with hyperactive, unpredictable and loud Inuzukas.

Surprisingly, Kiba actually enjoy his role as a dad - probably because they all take after his personality, and tries to spend as much time with you and the children as possible.

Every time he has a free day, he organises a "family fun day" - more often than not, it is not that fun for you, as you have to run or yell after them to be careful while running/swimming/climbing etc.

While he would never get too much into housework, he will try to help around the house as much as he can, especially once you get back to work. (also, wouldn't do a good job and you would have to clean after his cleaning all the time, but it is the enthusiasm that counts!)

His attitude towards you would remain the same - he is just as in love with you as he was as a teenager, constantly trying to flirt with you with cheesy pick-up lines and smack your bum when you least expect it.

With multiple children, you probably won't have a lot of opportunities for spend time alone or go on dates, but you are both quite comfortable with your chaotic life.

He is definitely the laid-back and fun parent. Sorry, but you are going to have to be the "bad cop" - he can just bring himself to scold or punish your children.

He would often team up with them in order to prank you or his mother. Also, every bad word they learn by the age of six, is definitely his fault. (But hey, is it his fault they can remember every slip up?)

Kiba absolutely wants more children, so you better brace yourself, because I totally see you with another set of twins/triplets... it's these Inuzuka genes, what can I say!

➤ Kakashi

Surprisingly (or not so much since we are talking about Kakashi) your two children came before you got married.

You have been together for years and it worked perfectly, so what would a ring and a signature on a paper change? In the beginning, both of you were of the opinion "why fix something if it isn't broken?" and none of you see the point in marriage.

More or less, you were already acting as spouses - you tried to equally divide the household chores, but since he was working most of the time, you naturally took the role of the carer of the house, while he was the provider.

Once your first child was born, however, Kakashi started to seriously think of a change.

Since being a child, his life has been filled with battles, blood and loss - and he surely did not want for these things to be present in your baby's life.

However, change was hard and while he tortured his mind with ideas about how much happier you are going to be if both of you give up the shinobi life and move somewhere far, far away, he never voiced his thoughts out loud to you.

Kakashi is a very calm and loving dad - it almost come naturally to him, but you would notice something was bothering him, since as a partner he acted a bit more withdrawn.

When your second child was born, this is when he knew for sure he has to step down as a Hokage and retire from the ninja lifestyle once and for all. I imagine at this point, with two kids at home, you were retired as a shinobi.

When he brought the idea of moving in the outskirts of the village, he didn't expect for you to agree so quickly. You knew Kakashi for years, even before you got together, so you knew he really needed this break and detachment in the name of your family.

Once he left the position as a leader of the village, he focused 100% of his attention on you and your children - your oldest was a toddler by that time and while he felt sad because he felt like he missed the first two years of their life, he tried to enjoy every moment and stay grounded in the present.

He also finally decide it is time to propose and make you officially Mrs. Hatake - everything in your life was slowly falling into place and this felt like the only thing missing. (I imagine a small ceremony with both of your children as flower girls/page boys.)

Kakashi as a husband is the same as he was before that - loving, gentle, romantic, sometimes lazy, yet always attentive. The only difference is that he is even more relaxed and probably would pick up a random hobby such as gardening or maybe even writing?

Your have a very idyllic and peaceful life with him, and you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

➤ Gaara

Married life with Gaara is hard in the beginning.

His work has been his whole life since he was a teenager, so when you finally tied the knot and, a few months later, welcomed your first child, he didn't know how to handle it.

He tried to juggle his job and his new role as a husband and father without any help for the first six months, but failed miserably.

The long hours he spend in the office definitely affected your relationship, especially since you are the one who had to give up your career in order to stay at home and take care of the baby.

There will be a rough period of time during you will be either ignoring each other or fighting with each other. Each of you will be upset, frustrated and annoyed with the other, but will not know how to fix things.

Don't get it wrong - this man loves you to death, but this is all new to him too! And it is especially stressful, since he never had a proper functioning family anyway.

Eventually, one night after another fight, you will sit down on the floor and share (or more likely scream at him) all the pent up frustration and worries you had been keeping inside.

From that moment everything changes.

Gaara would realise he needs to spend more time with his family, so he will probably promote Kankuro to a "shadow Kazekage" or any other title, under which he can replace him in the office some days of the week.

You start communicating more and soon fall in a natural rhythm - he is definitely a man that likes to do everything 50-50 with you, including care of the baby and household chores.

A very gentle and attentive husband - he always listen to your advice and tries his best to keep the spark between you by organising surprise getaway weekends for both of you every so often or by bringing you flowers/gifts when he comes home from work.

I would imagine given his position, he would try to influence to remain at home - he has always been worried about your safety and the potential risk of his enemies targeting you, but since you were now also the mother of his child, his worry slowly turned into a paranoia.

He will respect your decision no matter what, but if you decide to go back to work at some point - he will forget his morals and will abuse his role as a Kazekage in order to arrange some extra security to be around you at all times.

I feel like he will be a very calm dad in the beginning, but the more his children grew, the more nervous he became - babies are easy to manage, but toddlers? Pre-teens? Oh, Kami!

Naturally, he is very anxious about his performance as a parent, so please provide him reassurance every now and then, just so you can ease his mind!

Nevertheless, he is great with your child and they absolutely adore him. If you had a girl, she will totally be daddy's girl. If you had a boy, he would dream one day to grow up like Gaara.

I totally see you guys adopting some family traditions like Sunday dinner, "come-with-dad-to-work" Thursdays or book Fridays.

Gaara is going to be satisfied with one child, two at most (only if they have at least five years difference).

➤ Neji

Neji was made to be a father and a husband!

Raised in a very traditional family, he has been dreaming about becoming a husband and father pretty much from the moment you got together.

I think you would be married for about a year, before your first child is born, during which you will get you own house in the Hyuga compound, arrange its interior and enjoy your life as newlywed couple.

He will never command you or restrict your freedom in any way, but he will definitely influence a lot of your decisions.

For starters, it is expected that you will stop working and become a housewife, as any other woman married into the clan has done before.

I feel Neji loves you enough to respect your wishes if you decide not to do it, but he will still insist being the main provider for your family. (Do not resist him on this one, it is quite important for him!)

That doesn't mean he won't help around the household, especially after your child is born - he is actually very, very good cook and will take care of your dinners at least a few times per week.

As a father, I imagine he is very caring and loving, but will become more strict as they start to grow older. He values fairness and order a lot, so it will for sure reflect in his parenting style.

Your child absolutely adores him though - Neji is definitely their role model and the best teacher. You, on the other hand, will be the more laid-back parent, using any chance to spoil them or treat them with some extra sweets/toys behind Neji's back.

Neji is very confident as a parent, so he won't really have any worries about how you are raising your little one. What worries him, however, is how much less time you are both spending together.

I think once your child reach toddler age, he would start declining more and more missions, so he can stay at home. I also imagine that seeing his growth and commitment to the family, Hiashi would involve him in the leadership of the clan.

He will still find time to organise little dates just for both of you or late midnight walks, when you can enjoy only each other's company.

He would grow more serious and less fun with time, but given how much responsibilities he how stressful his life is, you would try and support him in every decision he makes (even when you are not fully convinced by his reasoning).

Your love would blossom from fun and carefree to mature and responsible. (& tbh I think that is absolutely beautiful!)

Both of you want at least one more child, so I imagine you would get pregnant a two or three years after you gave birth to your first born.

cc artwork: Daniel Clarke

[eeldritchblast]

They’re Not “Playersexual”, You’re Just Biphobic

(I was going to save this until September 23 because I thought that would be an appropriate date, but the Ask I got included in this essay just put me over the edge. So, here it is now. Buckle up.)

Bisexuality/Pansexuality is the attraction to people regardless of gender. About 4% of the USA alone (over 13.6 million people) openly identify as bisexual, according to Gallup’s latest polling. But unfortunately, bi/pan identities are so scary to some folks that they need to make up terms to avoid calling their favourite characters such. Thus, the term “playersexual” was born: a term to describe a game character who is attracted to the player character... regardless of gender.

If that sounds like it’s just a circuitous way of describing a bi/pan character, it’s because it is.

I first heard of the term “playersexual” almost a decade ago, from a Dragon Age fan complaining that Dorian was gay and thus it was “unfair” that she couldn’t romance him as female character. This fan said they wished BioWare would go back to Dragon Age II’s model of everyone being “playersexual” for “equality”.

Now, if you’ve actually played DA:2 and you’re not a bigot, you’re probably rolling your eyes just as hard as I did when I first read such a ridiculous statement. Well, prepare for this next one:

“When you make a male Hawke, Anders and Fenris are gay and Merrill is straight. Opposite is true if you make a female Hawke.”

These people are so afraid of bisexuality that they cannot even fathom its existence. They can believe in dragons and magic, but they cannot believe that a character is simply bi/pan. I find this especially hilarious for Anders, considering he had a canonical boyfriend, as confirmed both in-game and in The World of Thedas: Vol. 2 book.

I truly thought we were past this nonsense in 2023. I really, truly thought that. But then Baldur’s Gate 3 was released in full, and suddenly these same fuckers came out of the woodwork to bend over backwards avoiding calling these characters anything except bi/pan.

Note how in the above Ask, the anonymous questioner actually doubles down on avoiding addressing these two characters in particular as bi/pan!

“Playersexual” doesn’t even truly work for the characters of Baldur’s Gate 3 regardless, because the definition is oriented around attraction to the player character… which these characters are not exclusively attracted to. Here are some examples that prove otherwise:

If neither Lae’zel nor Astarion/Gale/Wyll are in a romance with the PC, Lae’zel will say she plans on propositioning one of the men for sex at the night of the tiefling party. She also flirts with Karlach in party banter.

Shadowheart expresses interest in Karlach, (“I like her. She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety, should the need arise”) as well as Halsin if he leaves the party, (“he may have been misguided, but I liked looking at him.”)

Astarion flirts with nearly everyone in the party, but to just pick two examples: he mentions Wyll is the type of princely figure he used to dream about marrying, and says to Shadowheart “such a grim name for such a beautiful flower”.

Gale used to date Mystra. He also debatably flirts with Astarion by offering him some blood, after Cazador’s battle.

Wyll flirts with Lae’zel in party banter, and also refers to Halsin as a “delight” and “hunk”.

Karlach seems to have a little crush on Jaheira by the way she reacts to meeting her. She also says of Halsin, “everyone in this camp wants to climb that oak”.

Please keep in mind these are just a few examples I’ve picked out from screening through the dialogue, and there’s even more that prove the attraction to different genders these characters have is not related solely to the player. It’s just part of their identities.

In the Ask sent to me above, the anonymous questioner said they “cannot see Karlach as anything except lesbian and Astarion as gay.” This is just as bad as saying they are “playersexual” in my opinion, because yet again it’s erasing their bisexuality/pansexuality. Worse yet, it’s doing it because of the way the characters act. You cannot measure queerness based on actions and appearances being in line or not with queer stereotypes—it’s not a scale! And bi/pan folks are just as queer as lesbian and gay men, by virtue of simply being bi/pan!

All in all, I think this entire “playersexual” debate boils down to the fact that some people still refuse to see bi/pan identities as anything but “discount straight”. And that’s why people are rightfully angry when folks try to further this myth by pretending bi/pan characters don’t actually exist.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 17/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Language, age gap, flirting

Word Count: 8591

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jensen guided you to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and helped you step inside.

Jensen quickly stepped out of his own clothes to join you in the shower. You were still weak on your legs, so you leaned against him for support, feeling the solid warmth of his body grounding you. He gently rubbed your back with some shower foam, his touch tender and caring.

You let out a soft, contented sigh, the warm water and Jensen’s soothing touch relaxing your tired muscles. “We might as well just stay in the shower”, you mumbled with a playful smile, “since we seem to need it so often to clean up”.

Jensen chuckled, his hand moving in gentle circles on your back. “Well, it’s not a bad place to be”, he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment as he continued to wash you with gentle, thorough care. His fingers trailed over your skin, massaging away any remaining tension. The intimacy of the moment, the feeling of being so completely cared for, filled you with a deep sense of peace.

After a while, Jensen tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours with a tender gaze.

As Jensen looked into your eyes, the three words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to slip out. But he knew better than to rush things, to potentially overwhelm you with his feelings. Instead, he leaned in and kissed you softly.

His lips met yours with gentle reverence, a silent expression of his affection and desire. The kiss was tender, a reassurance of his feelings without needing to voice them aloud. He held you close, his touch conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn’t fully capture.

You responded to his kiss with equal tenderness, feeling the warmth and love that radiated from him.

After a lingering moment, Jensen pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes searched yours, silently communicating a wealth of unspoken emotions. He smiled softly, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

“I care about you so much”, he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “And being with you like this…it means everything to me”.

You felt your heart swell with affection, touched by his honesty and vulnerability. You reached up to cup his face in your hands, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips in return. It was a wordless acknowledgment of the connection you shared, a mutual understanding that transcended words.

Jensen held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The water continued to cascade around you, the sound soothing in the background. In each other’s arms, you found solace and comfort, a sanctuary where love blossomed freely.

Jensen lay in bed, feeling the comforting weight of you nestled against his chest. He savored the peacefulness of the moment, his mind drifting as he watched the soft rise and fall of your breath. The day had been filled with intensity and passion, culminating in a deep connection shared between the two of you.

As he closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take over, Jensen’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with JJ’s name and a video call notification. He glanced down at your sleeping form, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the tranquility he felt when you were near.

Jensen hesitated, torn between the desire to answer JJ’s call and the reluctance to disturb the serene moment you both shared. He knew how much JJ missed him, yet he also valued the quiet intimacy of this moment with you.

His phone buzzed again, drawing his attention back to the screen. Jensen sighed softly, realizing he couldn’t ignore JJ’s call indefinitely.

He reached over and answered JJ’s call, trying to speak softly so as not to disturb you from your peaceful sleep. The familiar face of his daughter filled the screen, her eyes brightening at the sight of him.

“Daddy!”, JJ exclaimed in a hushed tone, mindful of the late hour.

“Hey, sweetheart”, Jensen replied with a warm smile, his voice a gentle whisper. “How was your day?”.

JJ launched into a lively description of her day, recounting her adventures with friends and her latest school projects. Jensen listened attentively, occasionally nodding or smiling in response to her stories. He glanced over at you from time to time, relieved to see that you remained undisturbed, breathing softly in your sleep.

As JJ continued to chatter excitedly about her day, Jensen's heart swelled with affection for his daughter. He cherished these late-night conversations, even though they sometimes tested his ability to multitask, especially with you nestled against his chest in peaceful sleep.

You stirred softly against him, your arm tightening around his stomach. Jensen froze for a moment, his hand instinctively brushing over your head in a soothing gesture, hoping to prevent you from waking. Fortunately, you settled back into a deeper sleep, your breathing steady and even.

With a relieved sigh, Jensen adjusted his position slightly, holding his phone higher to ensure JJ couldn't see you on the screen. He continued to listen attentively to JJ's stories, occasionally nodding or smiling to show his engagement, all the while careful to keep his voice soft so as not to disturb you.

As JJ's excitement gradually ebbed, she yawned softly, her voice becoming more subdued. "Are you coming home soon, Daddy?", she asked, her eyes filled with a hint of longing.

Jensen's heart twinged with a pang of guilt. "I'll be home soon, sweetheart", he reassured her gently. "I miss you too".

JJ smiled sleepily, her fatigue finally catching up with her. "Okay", she murmured. "I love you, Daddy".

"I love you too, JJ", Jensen replied softly, his heart swelling with love for his daughter.

Setting his phone back on the nightstand, Jensen turned his attention back to you, his hand gently brushing through your hair. He marveled at how peaceful you looked in sleep, feeling a surge of warmth and contentment at having you in his life.

Carefully, Jensen shifted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you snugly against his chest. He pressed a tender kiss on your forehead.

The next morning, Jensen’s alarm pierced through the quiet of the bedroom, signaling the start of a new day and the beginning of the convention. He stirred awake, the warmth of your body nestled against his a comforting reminder of the night before. Gently, he reached over to silence the alarm, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to disturb your sleep.

As he turned back to you, Jensen couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of you still peacefully asleep. Your hair was tousled from the night, and a serene expression graced your features. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, marveling at how effortlessly beautiful you looked even in sleep.

Leaning in, Jensen pressed a tender kiss against your forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the closeness between you.

You grumbled softly against Jensen's chest, not quite ready to wake up and face the day. Despite his gentle kiss and the warmth of his presence, you were reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed.

Jensen chuckled softly at your sleepy protest, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "Come on, sweetheart", he murmured affectionately, his voice low and coaxing. "We have to get ready".

You let out a soft sigh, nuzzling closer to him. "I know", you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. "But can't we stay like this a little longer?".

Jensen smiled tenderly. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "As much as I'd love to", he replied softly, "we have to get moving".

He gently began to untangle himself from your embrace. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and met his gaze, the warmth and affection in his eyes pulling at your heartstrings. With a soft sigh, you nodded, knowing he was right.

Together, you both got out of bed.

As Jensen styled his hair in the bathroom, meticulously applying gel to achieve the perfect look, you stood in the bedroom holding up the heels and the black dress with a cutout back. You turned to him expectantly, eager for his opinion, but his amused glance dashed your hopes.

“What?”, you asked, a touch disappointed, knowing you had hoped to impress him with your choice.

Jensen chuckled softly, his hands still slick with styling gel. “Baby, that dress and those heels”, he began, shaking his head slightly. “You can wear that for me tonight, but at the convention, people don’t walk around like that. You’d stick out like a sore thumb, and that’s the last thing we need—drawing unnecessary attention”.

Your shoulders slumped, feeling a bit dejected by Jensen’s gentle rebuke. “But what do they wear?”, you grumbled, looking at the other outfits you had chosen, which were all in a similar, dressy style.

Again Jensen chuckled softly, clearly amused but also touched by your effort. Deep down, this situation confirmed something for him: you knew how to dress elegantly for events like red carpets, and you were a good fit for him, even in the public eye.

He came over, wiping his hands on a towel before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Think casual and comfortable”, he suggested.

Jensen’s smile widened as he watched you toss the dress and heels onto the bed with a dramatic flair. “Most of the fans wear simple clothes”, he said, still chuckling. “Jeans and a t-shirt, or maybe some merch from the show”.

Your eyes tightened slightly in frustration. “I don’t do simple”, you grumbled, walking back to your closet. Still only in a thong and no bra, you could feel Jensen’s gaze lingering on you, making it even harder for him to concentrate.

After a moment, you turned back to him, holding up a shorter white pleated skirt and a thin grey sweatshirt that would fall loosely off your shoulders. It had a playful, schoolgirl vibe to it. “What about this?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he took in the outfit. “You’ll definitely stand out”, he teased, but his tone was approving. “But it’s casual enough to blend in with the crowd. And you look amazing in it”.

You grinned, feeling a bit more confident. “Alright, I’ll go with this”, you said, setting the outfit aside. You quickly slipped into the skirt and sweatshirt, adjusting the fabric so it draped just right over your shoulders.

Jensen washed his hands and carefully slipped on his black sweatshirt, being extra cautious not to mess up his freshly styled hair. As he closed his belt, he watched you fidgeting with the fabric of your cropped sweatshirt, which revealed a tantalizing glimpse of your smooth belly. Your uncertainty about the outfit was endearing, and Jensen couldn’t help but smile.

He glanced around the room, spotting your bra on the bed. With a playful grin, he picked it up and walked over to you, holding it in front of you. “You need to wear this for me”, he said, his tone teasing but earnest. “Or I won’t survive today”.

You followed his gaze and noticed how his eyes lingered on the slight bulges of your nipples through the thin fabric of the sweatshirt. Blushing slightly, you took the bra from him and turned around to put it on, feeling his appreciative eyes on you.

Once you were properly dressed, you turned back to him, feeling a bit more comfortable and confident. Jensen gave you an approving nod, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Perfect”, he said, pulling you into a quick hug.

You sighed in mock exasperation, grabbing a simple bag and muttering under your breath about simplicity. Jensen chuckled, clearly amused by your playful frustration. You shot him a mock glare, but couldn’t help a smile when he grinned back at you.

He licked his lips, a wide grin spreading across his face as he teased, “You’re adorable when you’re all grumpy, you know that?”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed your amusement. Jensen slipped on his shoes and spritzed on some cologne while you did the same.

As you finished, Jensen approached you, his hand gently pulling you close by the waist. He looked into your eyes, a serious expression replacing his earlier playful demeanor.

"We've talked about this", he began softly. "When the driver picks me up, you'll need to get a cab or drive yourself. As soon as I step out of this apartment, we don't know each other".

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of disappointment. You looked down, avoiding his gaze for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in. This was the agreement you both made to maintain privacy and avoid unnecessary attention during the convention.

Jensen's touch remained reassuring, his hand on your waist a comforting anchor. "It's just for a few hours", he continued gently. "Once we're back, we can relax and enjoy ourselves together. It's what we have to do".

You nodded slowly, meeting his gaze again with a small, understanding smile. "I know", you replied softly. "I just… It's weird to act like strangers after everything".

Jensen's expression softened, his hand sliding up to cup your face. "I promise, we'll make up for it later", he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

After Jensen pulled back slightly from the kiss, he retrieved his wedding ring from his wallet and slipped it back onto his finger. You couldn’t help but shoot him a disapproving look, though you understood why he needed to do it.

“Jensen”, you began softly.

He sighed, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I know”, he murmured, his eyes locking with yours. “It’s just part of the deal, especially at these events. It’s not how I want things to be, but it’s necessary”.

You nodded slowly, swallowing back the unease that threatened to rise. The sight of that ring back on his finger was a stark reminder of the reality you both faced. While you cherished the moments you shared, there were boundaries and obligations that couldn’t be ignored.

Jensen kissed you one more time, a soft and lingering press of his lips against yours, conveying both reassurance and longing. As he pulled back slightly, his hand remained on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin.

“I can’t wait to see you for our photo together”, he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leaned back just enough to give you a playful wink.

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the lingering unease in your chest. Jensen had a way of lightening the mood, even in the midst of serious discussions or challenging moments.

With that, Jensen gave you one last tender look before leaving the apartment. You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself. The weight of the situation was still heavy on your mind, but you knew you had to push through.

Grabbing your phone, you called for a cab, instructing the driver to arrive in about five minutes to give Jensen a head start. You spent those few minutes making sure you had everything you needed for the day.

When the time was up, you stepped out of the apartment and into the awaiting cab. The driver nodded as you gave the address of the convention center, and you settled into the backseat, your mind racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Arriving at the convention center, you paid the driver and stepped out, blending into the crowd of enthusiastic fans making their way inside. You adjusted your outfit, hoping it was casual enough to avoid drawing too much attention.

You showed your VIP pass at the entrance, and the staff guided you through to the designated area. The buzz of excitement and chatter filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere that was both exhilarating and a bit overwhelming.

As you made your way through the halls, you kept an eye out for familiar faces, knowing that Jensen would be somewhere nearby. Your heart raced with anticipation, eager for the moment when your paths would cross.

You found your seat in the front row, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The room was buzzing with energy, fans chatting animatedly and eagerly awaiting the arrival of their favorite stars.

After a while, a man with a friendly smile walked onto the stage and introduced himself. “Good morning, everyone! I’m Rob, and I’ll be your host for today. Are you ready to meet some incredible guests?”.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the excitement palpable. Rob grinned, clearly enjoying the enthusiastic response. “Alright then, let’s get started. Please welcome our first guest…”.

One by one, the guests took the stage, each greeted with enthusiastic applause and cheers. The atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the anticipation building as the introductions continued.

Finally, only Jared and Jensen were left to be introduced. Rob looked out at the crowd, his smile widening. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Please give a huge welcome to the dynamic duo themselves—Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!”.

The crowd exploded into deafening cheers and applause as Jared and Jensen stepped onto the stage together. Jared, with his tall, imposing figure and infectious smile, waved energetically at the audience. Jensen, looking effortlessly charming in his casual yet stylish outfit, gave a warm, appreciative smile as he took his place beside Jared.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and excitement seeing Jensen up there, knowing the special connection you shared. Despite the distance that had to be maintained in public, the sight of him brought a comforting sense of familiarity and warmth.

Rob continued, “Let’s hear it one more time for Jared and Jensen!”.

The applause and cheers grew even louder, filling the room with an overwhelming sense of admiration and excitement.

After a short greeting, Rob spoke up again.

With the announcement of Jared and Jensen’s panel, Rob and the other guests left the stage, allowing the spotlight to shine solely on the duo. A few fans also began to leave the room, heading towards the photo ops and autograph sessions with the other actors and actresses.

As Jensen settled into his chair, he instinctively scanned the first row, his eyes quickly finding you. For a brief moment, his gaze lingered, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he refocused on the audience. It was a small, almost imperceptible acknowledgment, but it made your heart skip a beat.

Jared followed Jensen’s gaze and noticed the subtle exchange between you two. He couldn’t resist giving Jensen a playful nudge with his elbow, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Jensen, you’re looking a bit tired today”, Jared announced into the microphone, his voice dripping with mock concern. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?”.

The audience chuckled along with Jared’s teasing, enjoying the banter between the two actors. Jensen, always quick on his feet, decided to offer a partial truth to deflect any further probing.

“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out, Jared”, Jensen said, rolling his eyes with exaggerated annoyance. “It was a combination of a bumpy flight and some late-night calls from my daughter. You know how it is”.

Jared raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but willing to let Jensen’s explanation slide for now. “Sure, buddy”, he replied with a grin. “Whatever you say”.

The audience laughed again. Jensen took a moment to scan the crowd, his eyes briefly meeting yours again.

“Alright, let’s get to the questions”, Jared said, turning to the crowd.

Jensen did his best to maintain his composure, keeping his attention focused on the crowd rather than letting his gaze linger on you.

As the panel moved on to questions from the audience, Jensen smoothly transitioned into host mode, addressing the fans with genuine interest. He called on a young woman standing nervously in front of the microphone.

“Hi there”, Jensen greeted warmly. “What’s your question?”.

The young woman, clearly starstruck by being in Jensen's presence, took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Fan: "Hi Jensen, I'm a huge fan! I was wondering, what's been the most challenging scene for you to film throughout the series?".

Jensen listened intently, nodding thoughtfully as he considered her question.

Jensen: "That's a great question. There have been quite a few challenging scenes over the years, but one that stands out for me is…".

He proceeded to recount a scene where his character faced a moral dilemma, delving into the emotional and technical challenges of portraying such complex moments on screen. Jared leaned back in his chair, nodding in agreement and occasionally interjecting with a humorous comment to lighten the mood.

Jensen: "It was emotionally draining, but those kinds of scenes are also incredibly rewarding as an actor".

The audience listened attentively, hanging on Jensen's every word. After answering the fan's question thoroughly, he thanked her and turned to another eager attendee.

The panel continued smoothly, with Jensen effortlessly balancing serious reflections on his craft with lighthearted banter with Jared and the fans. Each question brought out a different side of his personality, from heartfelt sincerity to playful wit, captivating the audience throughout the session.

As the panel neared its end, the final question came from a fan whose curiosity touched on Jensen’s personal life.

Fan: “Jensen, you’ve been married for quite a while. How do you manage to keep your marriage alive after so many years?”.

Jensen’s gaze dropped momentarily, his eyes flicking toward you. You were looking down at your fingers, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of hearing him talk about his wife. He took a deep breath, knowing he had to answer the question .

Jensen: “That’s a really good question”, he began, his voice steady. “Marriage, like any relationship, takes a lot of work. It’s about communication, trust, and making sure you always support each other. We make an effort to spend quality time together, even with our busy schedules”, he lied.

Jensen: “We’ve been through our ups and downs, like any couple, but at the end of the day, it’s about being there for each other and making each other a priority”.

As Jensen spoke, Jared noticed your discomfort. With a quick, subtle glance at you, he decided to intervene.

Jared: “And of course, Jensen here has a secret weapon—his amazing sense of humor”, Jared chimed in with a playful grin, drawing the audience’s attention towards him.

The crowd chuckled. Jensen smiled appreciatively at Jared, grateful for the diversion.

Jensen: “Yeah, laughter definitely helps keep things balanced”, he added, his tone more relaxed.

Jared: “And let’s not forget the importance of good friends to lean on, right, Jensen?”, Jared continued, keeping the focus on their friendship and away from any uncomfortable territory.

The audience clapped and cheered, enjoying the camaraderie between the two actors.

With the panel wrapping up, Jared and Jensen thanked the audience once more, waving as they exited the stage. As they made their way backstage, Jensen looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and affection.

Stepping into the green room, Jensen let out an annoyed groan. “Can’t there be one fucking convention without a fucking question about Danneel?”, he muttered towards Jared, frustration evident in his voice.

Jared gave him a sympathetic look, patting him on the back. “You handled it well, man. It’s just part of the territory”.

Jensen pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message to you: "Hey, hope you’re doing okay. Get yourself something to eat and drink, and I hope you had fun despite that last stupid question".

He sent the message, hoping to bring some comfort to you. He knew that the last question might have dampened your spirits, but he wanted to remind you that he was thinking about you.

Jensen glanced at Jared, who was watching him with a knowing look. “What?”, Jensen asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Nothing”, Jared replied with a smirk. “Just thinking how lucky you are to have someone who cares so much about you”.

Jensen smiled faintly. “Yeah, I know”.

Jensen and Jared sat down on a couch. Jared leaned back, looking at Jensen with a curious expression.

“So, what’s the deal with you and her?”, Jared asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. “You labeled it?”.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair. His brow furrowed as he considered Jared’s question. After a moment of silence, he looked at Jared without saying a word.

Jared chuckled softly, recognizing the expression on Jensen’s face. “Oh, I know that look, man”, he said. “You love her”.

Jensen shook his head slightly, trying to deny it. “It’s too early to tell, Jared”, he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “I care about her a lot, but…”.

“But what?”, Jared pressed gently, leaning forward with a supportive expression.

Jensen hesitated, grappling with his emotions as he tried to articulate his feelings to Jared.

“But what if it’s not what she wants?”, Jensen finally admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “I don’t want to complicate things for her. This life, my commitments… it’s a lot to ask someone to take on”.

Jared leaned back again, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “You won’t know unless you talk to her, man”, he advised, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re both adults. If she cares about you too, she’ll understand”.

Jensen nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in contemplation. “I just don’t want to mess things up. We have a good thing going, and I don’t want to risk losing that”.

Jared raised an eyebrow at Jensen, his expression thoughtful yet decisive.

“Look, man”, Jared began, his tone earnest. “From everything you’ve told me about her, it’s clear she’s not looking for some meaningless hookup. And let’s face it, the way you two already act around each other, it’s like you’re practically a damn couple already. Why not just name it?”.

Jensen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Jared’s words hitting close to home. “I don’t know, Jared”, he replied quietly. “It’s just… it’s a fucking big step. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to use that word yet”.

“You don’t have to rush anything”, he said. “But don’t ignore what’s right in front of you either. You care about her, she cares about you. It’s okay to admit that”.

Jensen mumbled, almost to himself, “But as soon as I admit it, everything will change”.

Jared sighed. “Remember a few weeks ago, when I had that talk with her? She was devastated, thinking you had already lost interest in her. That wouldn’t have happened if she knew you actually had feelings for her”.

Jensen’s stomach churned at the word ´feelings´. It was a heavy word, one that carried a lot of weight and implications.

“I know, I know”, Jensen admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I just… it scares me, okay? What if I can’t give her what she deserves? What if she ends up getting hurt because of me?”.

Jared shook his head. “You’re overthinking it, man. She’s a grown woman. She can handle herself, and she knows what she wants. You just need to be honest with her. It might be scary, but it’s better than leaving her in the dark, doubting herself and you”.

Jensen sighed, feeling the weight of Jared’s words. “I don’t want to hurt her”, he said softly.

“Then don’t”, Jared replied simply. “Be honest with her. Tell her how you feel. You might be surprised by how she responds”.

That’s when Misha stepped into the room, followed by Cliff, who just had to pee. Misha glanced between the two of them, his curiosity piqued. “Who might surprise Jensen?”, he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jared quickly waved off Misha’s question, mumbling something about a fan taking videos of Jensen in the hallway. “Yeah, some fan was out there with a camera, making a big fuss”, Jared said, his tone casual but clearly trying to divert the conversation.

Jensen looked at Jared, nearly surprised and proud of his quick distraction. He gave a slight nod of appreciation.

Misha, always eager to join in on the fun, grinned. “Speaking of fans, did you see that (y/h/c) haired girl in the front row? The one with that little white skirt?”.

Jensen’s heart skipped a beat at Misha’s mention of you. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the mere thought of you brought a rush of warmth and nerves.

Jared chuckled, catching Jensen’s reaction. “Yeah, I saw her. Hard to miss, right?”.

Misha smirked, clearing his throat before chiming in, “Yeah, definitely. Can’t wait for my panel with that view”.

Jensen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his discomfort evident at Misha’s playful comment. He shifted in his seat, feeling a mix of irritation and protectiveness towards you. Jared tried not to grin too much, sensing Jensen’s unease but unable to resist teasing him just a bit.

“Come on, Misha”, Jared interjected, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s keep it professional”.

Misha raised his hands in mock surrender, grabbing a bottle of water from the nearby table. “I didn’t say anything inappropriate, even though I have a few thoughts in mind about those legs”, he quipped, letting himself fall back onto the couch.

Jared shook his head, chuckling softly. Jensen’s irritation was still evident, but he was doing his best to keep it in check.

“Well, since the two of you are off the market, I’ll check my chances with her. She’s hot”.

Jared raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Misha’s antics. “Good luck with that”, he said with a chuckle, glancing over at Jensen again to see his reaction.

Jensen’s jaw tightened briefly, but he forced a smile, trying to play along. “Just remember, Misha, we’re not here to scout dates”, he said, his tone light but with an edge of seriousness.

Misha laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender once more. “Relax, guys. I’m just kidding… mostly”, he said, winking. “But seriously, you have to admit, she’s definitely eye-catching”.

Jensen stood up, mumbling about how he had to go to the autograph session. As if on cue, his assistant walked through the door, followed by Jared’s assistant who informed Jared that it was time for his photo op. With a nod, Jared left with Cliff and his assistant, while Jensen was accompanied by his assistant and another bodyguard.

Meanwhile, you checked your phone and saw Jensen’s message, sighing softly. He was right—you should eat something. Determined to find some food, you wandered around the hotel, your stomach growling softly. Just as you rounded a corner, you collided with someone, smashing right into a hard chest.

Flustered, you quickly excused yourself, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”, you stammered, not daring to look up as you hurriedly made your way to the nearest food stand. Behind you, a surprised Misha and his bodyguard stood, momentarily taken aback by the sudden encounter. A few fans nearby watched the scene in disbelief, whispering amongst themselves.

Misha, recovering from his surprise, turned to his bodyguard with a bemused expression. “Did that just happen?”, he asked, shaking his head with a chuckle. The bodyguard nodded, equally amused.

You reached the food stand, still feeling the heat of embarrassment on your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you focused on ordering something to eat, trying to shake off the awkward encounter.

As you waited for your food, you couldn’t help but glance around, making sure you weren’t drawing any unwanted attention. Fortunately, most of the fans were preoccupied with their own excitement, allowing you a moment of peace to collect yourself.

After a while, your food was ready. You walked towards the waitress, retrieving your grilled cheese and coffee. You made your way outside the hotel, searching for a quiet spot to enjoy your meal and gather your thoughts. Finding a peaceful bench under a tree, you sat down and took a deep breath, savoring the moment of solitude.

Before digging in, you quickly snapped a photo of your food and sent it to Jensen, who was still waiting for a reply. You texted him, “I will feel much better with all this cheese in me”.

Jensen’s reply came almost instantly, his playful tone evident even through text. “Something else inside you would make you feel even better”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his teasing, your cheeks flushing slightly as you imagined his grin. You texted back, “Behave yourself, Mr. Ackles. I need to eat first”.

Jensen grinned at his phone, before he sat it down just as the next fan approached for an autograph, shifting gears smoothly into his public persona.

“Hi there”, Jensen greeted warmly, his smile genuine as he signed the fan’s item. “What’s your name?”.

The fan, clearly excited to meet him, introduced herself with a beaming smile. Jensen engaged her in conversation, asking about her favorite moments from the show and making her feel special with his attentive demeanor.

As he signed her item, Jensen’s mind briefly wandered back to your text. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, appreciating the light-hearted connection amidst the busy convention atmosphere.

“Thank you so much”, the fan said gratefully, clutching her signed item. “This means the world to me”.

“You’re welcome”, Jensen replied sincerely, his focus entirely on her now. “Enjoy the rest of the convention”.

After the fan walked away, Jensen glanced at his phone, his fingers quickly typing out a message to you.

“Does the ‘behave’ part include tonight when I’ve got you all to myself?”, he texted.

“Depends on how persuasive you are”, you responded, your heart racing at the thought of the evening ahead.

Jensen saw your reply just as he finished signing another autograph. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. The rest of the autograph session seemed to fly by, his thoughts frequently drifting to you and the promise of the night to come.

In the green room, Misha was already waiting for Jensen, leaning casually against a table while chatting with a couple of the crew members. As soon as Jensen walked in, Misha straightened up, giving him a friendly nod. With their bodyguards in tow, they made their way to the stage together.

When they walked on stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Jensen scanned the audience, quickly finding you in your seat. His heart skipped a beat as he saw you watching him, a soft smile on your lips.

Misha took the microphone first, his voice carrying through the enthusiastic crowd. “Hello, beautiful people! Are we all having a blast?”. His rhetorical question was met with cheers and applause, the energy palpable in the room.

His eyes swiftly found you among the audience, and a playful grin spread across his face. “So, earlier today, I had a bit of a clumsy moment in the hallway”, he began, his tone light-hearted yet sincere. “I happened to bump into someone who was clearly on a mission for a grilled cheese”.

Laughter rippled through the audience as Misha recounted your unexpected collision. He continued, his expression becoming more earnest, “Honestly, it was entirely my fault. I should have been paying more attention. By the time I realized what happened, you were already gone, probably off to enjoy that sandwich”.

The crowd chuckled along with Misha’s self-deprecating humor. “So, to the lovely person in the white skirt”, Misha said, his gaze locked on you, “I owe you an apology. And as a gesture of goodwill, how about joining me for a meet and greet after this panel? My treat”.

The invitation caught you off guard, and you felt a mix of surprise and amusement at being singled out in such a public way. The fans around you murmured excitedly.

Jensen stood beside Misha, trying his best to keep his calm demeanor and overplay the twinge of jealousy gnawing at him. It seemed like everyone else had the freedom to meet with you or speak to you so openly, but he couldn’t. And after hearing Misha’s playful comments about you in the green room, Jensen wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of you meeting Misha alone.

He plastered on a smile, though, and kept the panel moving. “Well, looks like Misha’s making new friends already”, Jensen quipped into the microphone, eliciting more laughter from the audience.

You nodded and smiled at Misha’s offer, still a bit flustered but managing to look composed. “Sure, that sounds like fun”, you replied, your voice carrying over the noise of the crowd.

The room erupted into cheers and applause once more, the fans delighted by the spontaneous offer and your acceptance.

Jensen took over smoothly, his professional demeanor never faltering. He knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him, especially in front of an audience. Ignoring the simmering jealousy, he focused on the fans who had lined up for questions, engaging them with his usual charm and wit.

The Q&A session flowed seamlessly, with Jensen and Misha sharing anecdotes, jokes, and heartfelt moments from their time on the show. Despite his inner turmoil, Jensen’s responses were thoughtful and entertaining, keeping the audience captivated.

As the panel continued, you could see Jensen’s effort to maintain his composure. You admired his ability to stay professional, even as you sensed the underlying tension. It made you even more eager to talk to him later and reassure him of your feelings.

After the Q&A session ended, Jensen and Misha thanked the fans once again for their support and enthusiasm. The crowd cheered loudly, clearly appreciative of the duo’s time and effort.

Backstage, Jensen’s phone buzzed with a message from you: “I’ll talk to you after the meet and greet. Don’t worry, okay?”.

Jensen felt a bit of relief at your message, though the knot in his stomach remained. He quickly replied, “Enjoy your time with Misha”.

Meanwhile, Misha approached you at the side of the stage, waiting there with a security guard, ready to escort you to the meet and greet. “Ready to join me?”, he asked, his tone warm and inviting.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Yeah, let’s go”, you replied, following Misha to the designated area.

As you walked together, Misha’s assistant and bodyguard followed closely behind, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Misha glanced at you with a curious expression, trying to sound casual.

“Your first time at a convention?”, he asked, his tone friendly.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, it is. It’s been pretty overwhelming, but in a good way”.

Misha chuckled softly. “I remember my first convention. It can be a lot to take in, but the energy from the fans is incredible. They make it all worth it”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling more at ease with Misha’s easygoing nature. “I can see that. Everyone’s been so welcoming and excited”.

Misha led you to the designated area for the meet and greet, where a line of eager fans was already forming. He turned to you, his expression sincere. “Just relax and have fun. These meet and greets are all about connecting with the fans and making their day”.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks. I appreciate it”.

When the meet and greet finally wrapped up, Misha signaled you to wait a moment as the last few fans exited the room. Once they were gone, Misha sent his assistant and bodyguard away, telling them he’d be right outside in a moment. Left alone with you, he approached with a friendly, slightly flirtatious smile.

“So”, Misha began, his tone casual but his eyes twinkling with mischief, “did you enjoy yourself?”.

You nodded. “Yeah, it was great. Thanks again for inviting me”.

Misha leaned in slightly. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, it’s not every day I get to spend time with someone as interesting as you”.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his words. “Oh, come on”, you said, trying to laugh it off. “I’m sure you meet plenty of interesting people at these things”.

He shrugged, his gaze steady. “Maybe, but you stand out. There’s something different about you”. His smile grew a bit more sincere. “Seriously, though”, Misha said, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate tone, “you’ve got this… I don’t know, something captivating about you. It’s… refreshing”.

You chuckled nervously, trying to deflect the attention. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you to say”.

Misha leaned in slightly, his smile widening. “And you’re not just interesting. You’re also really pretty”.

You felt your cheeks heat up, blushing under his gaze. You opened your mouth to say something but found yourself momentarily speechless.

Misha took your silence as encouragement, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “How about we grab a drink later? I’d love to get to know you better”.

You hesitated, carefully considering your response. “I, uh, appreciate the offer”, you began slowly. “But I’ve got something going on later”.

Misha raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Oh? Something going on, huh? Is that a polite way of telling me you’re taken?”.

You smiled awkwardly, not wanting to give too much away. “Let’s just say it’s complicated. I’m… figuring things out”.

Misha nodded, his expression understanding but still playful. “Fair enough. But if you ever change your mind, the offer stands. No pressure”.

You nodded, grateful for his understanding. “Thanks”.

He straightened up, giving you one last charming smile. “Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to your day. It was great talking to you”.

You watched as Misha walked away, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty.

Misha went back to the green room. As he entered, he found Jared, Jensen, Matt, and Rob deep in conversation. Jensen, who had been absentmindedly checking his phone, looked up and raised an eyebrow at Misha’s gloomy demeanor.

“How’d the meet and greet go?”, Jensen asked, curiosity and a hint of concern in his voice.

Misha let himself plop onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his head falling back against the cushions. “Miss Skirt’s got a boyfriend or something”, he grumbled, his frustration evident.

Matt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Who are you talking about, man?”.

Misha waved a hand dismissively, staring at the ceiling. “Just this girl from the meet and greet. She was interesting, you know? Captivating, even. But she’s got… something going on”.

Rob, who had been strumming lightly on his guitar, paused and looked over. “Sounds like she made quite an impression on you”.

Jared smirked, nudging Misha’s leg with his foot. “Yeah, and it sounds like you made an impression too. A grumpy one”.

Jensen chuckled but his eyes kept darting to his phone, clearly waiting for a message.

“So, she said she had something going on, huh? Maybe she’s just playing hard to get”, Matt mumbled.

Misha shook his head, sitting up and looking more serious. “No, I don’t think so. She seemed genuine. Like she really had something to figure out”.

Jensen couldn't help but feel a swell of respect for you. He knew how Misha could be, and it took a lot to turn him down. He finally spoke up, trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe she's just not looking for anything right now. People have their reasons".

Misha nodded, though he still seemed a bit dejected. "Yeah, maybe. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if she changes her mind". With that, the conversation drifted to lighter topics.

A while later, the photo ops with Jensen were next. You stood in line, watching as Jensen hugged all the fans, posing with them and smiling at the camera. Each interaction seemed genuine, his charisma making every fan feel special.

As the line moved forward, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness build inside you. Finally, it was your turn. Jensen’s eyes scanned the crowd, and the moment he spotted you, his smile grew automatically, brighter and more personal than the ones before.

“Hey there”, he greeted warmly, stepping forward to close the distance between you. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up”, he whispered.

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world”.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you a little tighter and a little longer than he had with the others.

As the photographer signaled that it was time for the shot, Jensen pressed you slightly tighter against himself. His hand dropped possessively down to your waist, squeezing your soft flesh between your skirt and shirt. The contact sent a shiver through you, and your own hand instinctively dropped to his hips, pulling him closer. Your face leaned against his chest, finding comfort in the familiar scent of him.

Both of you smiled into the camera, the chemistry between you undeniable. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. The click of the camera felt almost distant, a backdrop to the intensity of your connection.

As the photographer snapped the photo, Jensen’s hand brushed over your back and slightly over your ass, a touch so subtle yet filled with intent. His fingers lingered for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked onto yours.

“Thank you”, he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but the emotion behind it spoke volumes.

You felt a rush of warmth spread through you, both from his touch and his words. “Thank you”, you replied, your voice equally soft, but filled with sincerity.

The next fan in line stepped forward, breaking the spell. Jensen gave you one last meaningful look before turning his attention to the eager fan, his professional smile back in place.

You walked away, your heart pounding and your mind racing with the intensity of the moment. The feel of his hand, the way he had held you, and the depth in his eyes—everything had felt so real, so undeniable.

As the day went on, you found it hard to focus on anything else. You wandered around the venue, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside you.

Jensen, meanwhile, went through the motions of the photo op, his thoughts repeatedly drifting back to you.

Eventually, the first day came to an end. With a milkshake in hand, you sat outside of the hotel, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the day’s intensity. You had sent Jensen a message an hour ago, asking if he wanted to order some food or if you should grab something on the way home. The wait for his response felt longer than usual, each passing minute filled with anticipation and uncertainty.

Finally, your phone buzzed with his call. You quickly found a quiet corner and answered, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. “Hey”.

“Hey”, he replied, his tone apologetic. “Listen, my colleagues want to go out to a restaurant tonight. It’s sort of a last-minute thing”.

Your heart sank, though you tried to keep your composure. “Oh, I see. No worries”.

“I’m really sorry”, he continued, his voice sincere. “I wish you could come with us”.

“Yeah, me too”, you said softly, trying to hide your disappointment. “It’s okay, though. Enjoy your dinner”.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, filled with unspoken words and emotions. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”, Jensen finally said, his voice determined.

You managed a small smile, even though he couldn’t see it. “I know you will. Have a great night”.

“You too”, he replied softly. “See you later, okay?”.

“Sure”, you said, though deep down, you wondered when ´later´ would be. You hung up and sighed, feeling a mix of emotions—understanding his commitment to his colleagues but also wishing for more time together.

As your taxi arrived, you got inside and drove home, the city lights blurring past the windows as you tried to distract yourself from the disappointment weighing on your heart. Once you reached your apartment, you dragged yourself inside, the emptiness of the space echoing your mood.

You decided to eat something simple, not really feeling up to cooking anything elaborate. After finishing your meal, you decided to draw a bath, hoping the warm water would help you relax and take your mind off things. As you sank into the tub, the soothing heat wrapped around you, but it couldn’t completely wash away the sadness lingering in your chest. You weren’t mad at Jensen—you never could be—but you were undeniably sad about how the evening had turned out.

Meanwhile, Jensen and the rest of the cast were seated in a lively restaurant, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and conversation. Despite the lively environment, Misha was still a bit grumpy, the earlier rejection from you clearly still on his mind. Matt, noticing Misha’s mood, couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Cheer up, Misha. Plenty of fish in the sea, right?”, Matt said with a grin.

Misha rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. “Yeah, yeah. I know”.

Across the table, Jared leaned in towards Jensen, his voice dropping to a more private tone. “Did you talk to her? What did she say about the convention so far?”.

Jensen nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I talked to her. She seemed to be enjoying it, but… she was a bit disappointed when I told her about dinner plans”.

Jared gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sure she understands. These things happen”.

“I know”, Jensen sighed, glancing at his phone as if willing it to give him a reason to leave. “I just wish I could spend more time with her. It feels like we’re always missing each other”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 18

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[snowwybear]

𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗼𝗹 𝗩𝗜

Warnings: fluff

𝟏.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱?

Vinnie.

Compared to you, Vinnie is a heavy sleepier. While it may take a while for him to settle down once he’s out, he’s out. Most of the time he doesn’t make noises in his sleep, however when he’s really tired he falls asleep on his back. And that’s when the noises start. It’s nothing too bad, he snores a little and mumbles in his sleep which can be a little distracting when you’re trying to fall asleep. As long as you’re by his side Vinnie can sleep without trouble. He is so used to your presence that when you’re not with him it makes it harder for him to fall asleep (especially for long periods of time). If you wake up in the middle of the night, a few minutes later Vinnie is bound to wake up and look for you.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝟐.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦?

It depends on the situation.

The two of you can be equally possessive and jealous over one another. At parties you tend to be more possessive, a lot of girls either don’t know or disregard the that fact Vinnie is in a relationship. You’re just scared that something might happen and you try to prevent that from happening. You’ll either walk up to Vinnie overly flirting, faulting yourself in front of whoever dares flirt with your boyfriend, or you walk away and avoid him for the rest of the night until he’s chasing after you. There have been times where you have just up and left the party because of how sick you are with people being all over your boyfriend. You always text him to let him know you’ve left, but by the time Vinnie reads it he’s already panicking looking everywhere for you.

Vinnie on the other hand is possessive and jealous on like a day to day situation. Some guy is making you laugh a little too much, possessive. Some guy has been leaving thirsty comments on your socials, possessive. Guys are ogling you for a bit too long, possessive. When he is possessive over you he has this tough guy persona (which you just laugh at). His arms a crossed, showing off his tattoos and he has this scowl on his face. He may say a few petty things to the other person, but never enough to start a fight. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or want you to think he being controlling over you.

Both you never verbally express your possessiveness, you only show it through your body language. At the end of the day, if something goes too far you both are able to come together a talk things out, reassuring each other that you love each other and only want one another.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝟑.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳?

Vinnie, he literally doesn’t let you drive.

You are Vinnie’s passenger princess. Don’t have your drivers licence yet? Don’t worry babe Vinnie’s got you. This man literally doesn’t let you drive. You want to go somewhere, Vinnie will take you. You need to get picked up, Vinnie’s already on his way. You need to drive around in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep, Vinnie will gladly get in at the crack of dawn and help you. Vinnie does genuinely get quite upset and annoyed if you don’t ask him.

Vinnie loves having you in his car, he loves places his hand on your thigh with he driving, holding you hand on top of the gear shift, he just loves your presence in the car. Vinnie also has things all around his car just in case you need them. Little snacks, makeup wipes, extra tampons or pads, whatever you might need he has stashed in his car somewhere. If he’s driving with other people in the car, you’re only allowed in the front seat no one else. Vinnie loves his cars so having a hot ass car and having your fine ass sitting in said car is a win win for him.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

I’m slowly running out of ideas, someone please help 😭

In case you made it this far, my requests are open if anybody has anything. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[gloryofroses19]

Just You, Just Me

“You look like a war bond poster.” Major John Egan smiled big and bright as he exited Colonel Harding’s office. More like a pin-up, he thoughtfully amended walking closer to the Lieutenant.  

The 0400 hour offered little light but John could recognize the silhouette sitting on the hood of his jeep. He did it with the ease of someone who memorized those smooth curves and soft edges. 

“Now remind me, does the poster say ‘a woman’s place is in the war’ or ‘save some wings, smile at a fly boy’?” The Lieutenant asked playfully as her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders. 

“I believe it’s ‘lonely lips crash B17s’.” Slotting himself between her legs, he was grateful for her fashion choice to wear slacks in the early morning cool air. The war had done a lot for women but he selfishly loved how easily he could get close to her in a way her uniform skirt didn’t allow. Not that he wasn’t adept at that either… 

“Oh, we can’t have that can we?” She airly replied, beginning to play with the baby curls at the back of the pilot’s head. Soft and irresistible were just two of the many positive qualities the curls shared with the man they rested on. 

Warmth blossomed in John’s chest by her gentle movements. He allowed himself the comfort of brushing his nose against hers. The action gave him a vision of another life and time, where he could do it again in the safety of their shared bed, where Krauts and colonels were a faraway nightmare. 

But at the moment, that wasn’t their reality. Their current reality were stolen moments and cherished nights, where they were just a man and a woman who met on a fateful rainy afternoon. 

With a gentle peck to the tip of her nose, he distanced himself just enough for cerulean to meet [eye color]. She matched his soft gaze with one of her own, equal parts affection and longing. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” 

John smiled at [y/n]’s raised eyebrow, as if she was asking if he read her mind. However, [y/n] learned early on she couldn’t run from John Egan. He was far too intelligent, emotionally aware and observant to allow her to be too far once he learned she liked him back.  

“I know that look,” his voice teased, his warm hands squeezing her hips. “It’s your ‘‘John, darling, baby, light of my life, be my good bad boy and be safe’”. 

She wasn’t shocked that John knew the bubbling anxiety inside of her. In the dead of night, they had shared many things. Dances, bottles of beer, kisses, fears and the emotional intimacy born from two souls finding comfort and love in each other.  

“Well, now it’s saying ‘kiss me senseless and never let me go John Egan’”. His honeyed tone matched his sweet smile. 

“Sounds like an order to be me then Major.” She gently replied. Batting her lashes at him, [y/n] considered her options. She could tease him and they’d flirt and banter until the tension was too high to avoid. Or she could strike first and allow them to have some rare moments together before he has to fly away.  

So without further warning, she tightened her arms around his neck and guided his lips towards her awaiting ones. Kissing him softly, but without inhibition. Kissing him to disarm his teasing retort. Kissing him to relieve any doubt for the both of them that this mission was going to be his last. 

When he felt her soft lips on his, John melted further into her, her scent invading his mind. He exhaled against her skin, hot and full of desire, breathing nothing but her, the uncertainty of the mission forgotten for a moment. 

Reluctantly, he pulled back, slow and hesitant, stealing another three kisses from her lips.

“Be careful on this mission, please.” She murmured against his mouth. Placing a lingering kiss on his Cupid’s bow, smiling as his mustache tickled her. 

Cupping her cheek, he didn’t let her get too far. “I’ll come back to you,” he sealed the promise with a lingering kiss. “‘Sides, we gotta bet to settle.”

Giggling, she busied herself with fixing his disheveled sheepskin. Smoothing her hands across the front of his jacket, she suddenly gripped the open lapels and pulled. Successfully, she surprised the pilot who could only brace his palms on jeep’s hood caging [y/n] between his arms. “Good, I want my souvenir and bragging rights that I beat Major Bucky Egan at the navigator exam.” 

“You don’t stand a chance.” The pilot began matching her haughty tone before his deep voice turned accusatory. “And don’t think I don’t know about you asking Bubbles to tutor you.”

Mouth opening in out rage at the implication, she scoffed. Pointing his left pointer finger dangerously close to her mouth,  [y/n] considered biting it. 

“I saw you two talking in cahoots!” John argued with a huff of poorly hidden humor as his baritone voice raised. 

As was expected when it came to Major Egan, it was a half truth. She was good at navigating, her job as Major Bowman's lieutenant required it, but she wasn’t as good as John. She could claim it was because a well rounded pilot, especially a commanding officer, could and should be able to complete any job on his fort. But truthfully he was just smart, he wouldn’t successfully carry out missions and be named Air Exec for nothing. One of her favorite sights was watching him correct and inform new recruits. 

“Cahoots?” Removing her arms from what John deemed ‘their rightful spot’, she instead crossed them. “We were doing this called working, who do you think plans your flight missions, Major?”

He barely bit back a laugh, instead settling on a cheeky smile. “Speaking of flight missions, wanna kiss my lucky deuces?” 

Tilting her head quizzically, [y/n] regarded the pilot. “Is that what the kids are calling their lips now?” 

His callused hands picked up her smaller ones. “I meant my lucky two bucks, baby.” 

Despite her nose scrunching up in what seemed like disgust, [y/n] linked her fingers with John’s.  “You want my lips to touch the money that has touched yours and Gale’s hands and sat in both of your pockets?” 

“Technically, I split it with Gale so it's only one dollar.” With a squeeze to their interlocked hands, he brought one up to his lips. Placing a gentle kiss onto the back of it, he brazenly added. “But my lips are welcome as well.”

With her head thrown back in laughter, John appreciatively watched the unencumbered laughter spill from her saccharine lips. Moments like this were the reason why he was fighting and why he was coming back. John Egan wanted many things out of life. He wouldn’t let any Krauts take the many more laughs and kisses he could share with [y/n] away without a fight. 

Winding her arms around his neck, she placed a kiss on his lips. John accepted her soft kiss at first and then with a swift shift of intensity, as if moving the control of a B17, he found her clinging to him as if he was the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. 

Pulling back slowly, John placed a final kiss on her forehead. “Drive me to the airfield?” 

Closing her eyes, her hands bunched in the warm fleece of his coat lapels. “Your chariot awaits.” She whispered softly, taking solace in their last few moments. Gathering herself, she lightly pushed her hands against his chest asking for space.

John took a step back, allowing [y/n] the room to slide off the jeep. However, once her feet were firmly on the ground, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his warm body. “Take the long way?” 

“Sure thing, fly boy.”

A/N: Appreciate any and all feedback!

[imaginespazzi]

i wanna get on the pazzi train so bad but paige moves so weird that i want better for azzi. flirting with someone on live, entertaining tiktoks of people thirsting over you, idk it's just mad weird and it makes me think there's no way they're together and if they are then azzi's putting up with a lot of shit and i don't like that.

Stay off the train 🙏🏾😑

You know I was gonna ignore all this Jada-Paige commotion (beyond how it related to my Kazzi agenda) because I found the whole thing kinda funny (Jada's hella real for her reaction to Paige) and I'm not in the mood to get into discourse these days but then I got like three asks similar to this and so now, I needa rant because y'all piss me off

Genuinely, genuinely do y'all like either of these girls? Because this narrative is so ridiculous and disrespectful to both of them.

Paige, is literally a sweetheart. Like that girl is a golden retriever of a human being and values trust and loyalty so much. Y'all she would not hurt a fly, let alone Azzi of all people. How is her joining someone's live or liking a couple of tiktoks equal to her "moving weird?" And quite frankly if "do you guys have a shake shack in Iowa" and endless basketball schedule talk is what y'all consider flirting, then bestie I'm so sorry but I don't think you've ever had someone flirt with you before. Paige has never given anyone any reason to think that she'd ever step out on anyone and it's so unfair that people make their own assumptions based off of the literal most mundane things.

And then we get to Azzi. In what world does Azzi fucking Fudd, strong independent gorgeous successful queen, give you the impression that she'd put up with that kind of disrespect if it existed? She might be horrendously down bad enough for that girl that she'd begrudgingly take 3562 photos of her, but stay with her if she was cheating/"moving weird"? Absolutely not. She does not need your protecting or your so-called sympathy, because a) Paige isn't doing anything wrong and b) Azzi is not a fucking doormat who's "putting up with a lot shit".

I'm not going to get into it but there is implicit racism in this narrative. It happens with a lot of ir/fictional interracial couples where people think the white person in the relationship must be cheating or whatever because they can't possibly just be happy with their bipoc partner and that said partner will just put up with it because they don't know their worth.

If you don't think Pazzi are real, that's perfectly fine. I've never been one to say you have to believe in them but please, for the love of god, just use the most obvious reason which is that neither of them have outwardly confirmed a relationship. Please stop villainizing Paige and please stop infantilizing Azzi.

[luveline]

hi!!! i really love your writing, i was thinking maybe i could request something for the steve zombie! au? maybe the reader and steve get separated (maybe the reader and eddie go outside of camp and don’t come back for a couple of days, so steve thinks something went wrong and maybe someone got to them) but after days they reunite and it all protective steve fluff? idk if you don’t like it it’s fine just ignore me hehe 🫶🏼

sorry this wasn't very angsty but there is fluff! ty for requesting ♡ steve zombie au. fem!reader, 1.4k

You and Eddie lie with an amicable space between you, though you've agreed to share a huge sleeping bag to conserve a modicum of heat. His hair touches your shoulder whenever he moves. 

"Why are you looking at me?" you ask. 

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly. 

"No. I… yeah, I'm okay." 

Eddie never tries anything, doesn't touch you beyond friendly pats on the shoulder or knuckle touches after a job well done. He's never given you any reason to worry, but Steve said he's a guy. He didn't think Eddie was gonna hurt you, but there was a possibility he'd flirt. All I'm saying is that it didn't take long for me to fall in love with you, Steve'd said, his hands in your waistband, tucking in your shirt. 

You laughed. Steve, you didn't like me. 

Well, not out loud. And I was dumb enough to miss how lucky I was for a while. Eddie's not that stupid. He's not gonna try nothing, but… You know, don't fall in love with him. Please.

You'd wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders and had him take your weight, impressed and in love at the subtle strength he used to keep you both standing. Don't worry. I won't. I never would. 

Not with Steve in this world. Even then, if Steve somehow met his demise, you're pretty sure you'd be done with love. 

"Worrying about loverboy?" Eddie asks. 

You're definitely worrying about loverboy. "I told him I'd be back in the morning. It's been a whole extra day. He gets– gets so worried. Honestly, it won't surprise me if he turns up looking for us."

"You've been apart?" 

"Two or three times." You wince, thinking about Steve the last time you'd been separated. How he'd put his hands under your arms and hugged you, even though you couldn't open your eyes. The time before, how he'd cried into your stomach, hands grasping blindly at your back. "I think he worries about me 'cos I'm kind of useless." 

"That's not true. Robin told me all about your psycho takeover." 

"She did?" you ask, covering your face with your hand.

"I wanted to know why she calls you killer." 

"That's pretty much the only time I've defended myself. He always does the hard work."

"If you're really that useless, why'd you come?" He turns on his side away from you. "You're fine. You've learned to fight just like the rest of us. Steve knows you can take care of yourself. He's probably sleeping like a baby waiting for you to bring him back his new jacket." 

You dig for the necklace Steve gave you so long ago under your shirt. You'd thought you lost it, having taken it off before bed the night you escaped the College, but he had it. He gave it back. The little diamond is hard between your fingers. You press it to your lips, wondering if he's really as okay as Eddie claims.

—

Steve lies on his back in the clearing, wishing he was dead. The anxiety is genuinely so bad he's agonised and prone. 

Robin laughed at him for worrying when you didn't show up in the morning as you planned to, but by nightfall she was equally worried. A day later, she sits cross legged by his head, her hand on his arm. She's feigning reading, her bottom lip nibbled raw. 

"You want some chapstick?" he asks. 

"Nah. Stings." 

He sits up feeling like someone's kicked him all over. "The brain is a stupid organ. I'm worried about Y/N, so sure, I get to feel like a jet engine fell on me."

"She's fine." He and Robin have been playing a game where one of them mentions you and the other immediately reassures that you're alive. He quite likes it. It makes it easier to breathe. "You need to chill out, that's all. Eddie had that fucking shotgun. They're not in any danger." 

"What if she fell and broke her leg or something? He's carrying her across the country like a backpack. That should be me." 

"What if he fell and broke his leg? You wanna go give Eddie a lift?" Robin asks, grinning. 

Steve thinks the worst part is that he misses you. He's so worried about you he could throw up (he almost did at breakfast, every mouthful cement thick), but he just hates turning to talk to you and finding empty space. He misses the way you smile, your tentative hand holding, even the way you look at him. He remembers the first time he realised you liked him, how your gaze had slowly gone from annoyed to admiring, how your eyes would catch on his arms or the corner of his mouth. 

He remembers wiping sleep from your eyes, how hot your cheek felt under hand, and the pit it opened in his stomach. It's a strange thing to notice someone's fallen in love with you by themselves. He had catching up to do. It's probably why he feels like he's on death's door whenever you're not around.

"I don't wanna give Munson anything. S'already stealing my girl, smarmy bastard. They ran away to be together."

Robin gasps. He thinks, Well, I was kidding, then, Holy shit they've actually run away together.

"Stevie!" your voice echoes. "Hey! I've been looking all over for you, why are you guys out here?" 

Steve's neck clicks like a Jacob ladder as his head whips up. The fear and anxiety drains from his body, a rapid exsanguination. You look tired but blissfully alive as you jog across the grass clearing, your backpack weighed down and your empty canteens rattling against your thigh. 

Steve trips over grass whorls to get to you. Your little laugh before he grabs you drives him crazy. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asks. 

"Got lost. Sorry. Love you," you say, rubbing your cheek against his, your hands bunching up his shirt. You smell like dirt, grass, and tent plastic. It's frankly the best smell in the whole world. He sniffs at you greedily.

"I thought you died," he says. 

"Yeah, I did. Eddie gave me sloppy CPR–" You screech as Steve sweeps your leg from under you and giggle as he holds you up, begging for forgiveness as he threatens to drop you. "Sorry, it was just so easy! You set it up for me!" 

You laugh as he drags a kiss along your jaw, his stubble scramming your softer skin. 

"I love you," he says, "even if you're seeing other boys."

"Never." You close your eyes and wait for a kiss. Steve's more happy that you expect one than he is to give one, which is saying a lot —he wants to kiss you bad enough to feel the phantom of it before he's closed the gap between you. 

He gives you way too many kisses. 

You push your head down into the crook of his neck and hold him tight. "Sorry I didn't come back when I said I would. Didn't scare you too much, did I? 

He was scared shitless. "No, it's alright. It's okay."

He takes your face into his hands and checks you're all in one piece. Same smile. Same dazzled squint when he kisses you. 

You leave his arms too soon for his liking. Robin waits patiently for her own hug, less so when you shed your backpack. She hugs you as it falls to the floor. 

"Miss me?" you ask into her hair. 

"Thought I'd be stuck with mopey Steve forever." Her insult doesn't land, her voice heavy with relief. "You know coming back in the morning doesn't mean any morning, right? Just checking." 

"Sorry, Robin. I missed you." 

"Eddie bad company?" 

"He's nice, he's just not you guys." 

Steve puts a hand on your back, fingers hooked in your belt loop. "Where is he?"

"Playing Peter Pan in the mess tent. I got you guys the best winter jackets ever. Though me and you are sort of matching, Steve." You look at him over your shoulder sheepishly. "Sorry." 

"The horror," he murmurs. 

[mxbbadperson]

(warning: objectification and fetishization)

...you know the idea where jayce gives viktor his last name and everyone thinks they're married? well...

of course viktor knows what having jayce's last name and being called his partner looks like, has told jayce what it looks like, but jayce just shrugged and said they're not actually so really it's not a problen, that's just a weird rumor. viktor shakes his head and lets him be, he knows what the consequences of jayce not thinking this through will bite him in the ass later

and it does lol because the first time jayce gets together w/ someone, people thinks he's a cheater and they're convinced of that when jayce gets together w/ other people. has a partner but is a serial cheater? oh, fuck no

(when people from the undercity hear of viktor they're proud of him, that's their man of progress! so when they hear abt what jayce is doing well. the people of the undercity heavily dislike jayce) (viktor is seen as the similarly brilliant inventor but not equal to jayce bc he's the poor spouse suffering his husband's infidelity w/ dignity. is it not so tragic yet so admirable?! yes, there's lurid penny dreadfuls of him and jayce both in piltover and in zaun and yes, sky has seen them and... yes, she has bought and read them)

(and of course mel knows, this is a public relations disaster unseen before! but... mel won't help bc jayce brougut this onto himself and... mel finds it all so funny lol she is delighted when sky starts handing her penny dreadfuls abt the men of progress. is this why councilor hoskel likes bribes?)

it finally comes to a head at a party when a man asks viktor if he's ok with jayce flirting w/ someone and it takes the implication of jayce being unfaithful that viktor gets what the man is talking abt. viktor is... amused, and tells the man that jayce can do whatever he wants, it is, what do people say? an open relationship. and the man pauses. then if it's an open relationship... the man looks viktor over, can i bring you home?

viktor pauses. he probably shouldn't, he's already said enough w/ the open relationship thing and this will fuel it. but this man is rather handsome... viktor says yes and the next morning, everyone is in a tizzy. it was open rationship after all?! so scandalous! yet... so intriguing, is it bc viktor talis is a zaunite?

and it's like the flood gates have opened bc after it, whenever viktor goes to a party, men start propositioning him left, right and center. viktor is baffled, he knows he's attractive but this is a bit much isn't it? he rejects most of them and somehow that just makes men want him more. bc of course the zaunite man of progress is picky! he's beautiful and brilliant and he won't be satisfied so easily!

and it escalates even further, when a man flirts w/ viktor. in front of jayce. well. not actually in front of jayce, jayce was approaching viktor when he overheard it but! it's the same thing, ok, it's the same thing! jayce pauses, his mind jerking to a stop as if it's hit a bump in the road. he knows where viktor's interest lies, he has heard of what people have been saying after all! but it's so different to actually hear it. even more different when he overhears the low and considering note in viktor's voice. jayce is listening intently to viktor's conditions (clothes on, don't touch me w/out me telling you, you don't move without me telling you, don't come inside me unless i allow you too, do you understand? good boy)

viktor and jayce both go home. viktor w/ his admirer in tow and jayce w/ his head filled w/ viktor's voice. jayce can't stop thinking abt it. he admires viktor, is pleased viktor is getting the credit and praise he deserves but... this is something else. there's something hot and heavy in his chest when he thinks abt the men that viktor has allowed in his bed. and oh, this is bad, jayce knows this is bad

(mel and sky sees jayce's realization and they're delighted, eager to know what jayce will do and where this will go)

[marthawrites]

Harrenhal Butterflies

Modern Harwin Strong x fem reader

Word count: 3.7k+

About: Sparks flew between you and Harwin before slinking off together during a work dinner, and they continue to fly afterwards. Unprompted, you both slink off together once again during an elective work trip to Harrenhal. Tension ends up breaking in a most unexpected place.

Includes: Smut featuring reader receiving oral, light/playful degradation, some praise, some dirty talk, vaginal fingering, and unprotected protected vaginal sex

Note: Hello lovely reader! This story was inspired by the request "may I request revenge sex in someone else’s car with harwin strong?" from angsti who's no longer on tumblr. She probably won't see this but I still wanted to write and dedicate it to her! As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy!

Working as a dispatcher for the City Watch had its perks. Three times a year, for "team building exercises", fellow employees would plan a day trip for those who wanted to participate. Luckily you were able to take the day off, which, for you, led into a long weekend – perfect! You were equally excited and nervous for this trip: a hike in Harrenhal amongst the lovely fall colors.

"Isn't Harrenhal one of the most haunted places in all of Westeros?" You asked one of your favorite co-workers, Sara Stark, as you both killed some time in the break room. 

"It's said to be," she said excitedly. "Supposedly there's blood mixed in the mortar," she added with curious delight. Sara had been living in King's Landing for a year or so, and worked for the City Watch maybe half that time. Having lived in Winterfell her whole life she had a soft spot for dark folktales of the world.

You came to realize, affectionately, that people from the north were built differently.

You laughed, half nervous. "The woods are probably filled with ghosts! My time off request is already accepted, but maybe I'll skip going on this trip…"

Sara snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! Ghosts can't hurt you, scaredy cat!"

"What's this I hear about someone skipping out on the best hike of the year?" Harwin asked after overhearing the conversation. He refilled his coffee mug and leaned against the counter, mischievous brown eyes panning curiously between you and Sara.

It was stupid – absolutely stupid – how good Harwin looked in his uniform. Big, tall, broad… his dark curls mussed in a way that made you want to push your fingers through them. After yours and Erryk’s break up, you and Harwin were known to banter. Some office teasing was innocent, right? At least… that’s what you told yourself before the workplace dinner last month where you both had a steady buzz and ended up making out in the bathroom. In hindsight, making out in a bathroom was super gross. He looked so fucking handsome in his blue suit, though! Encouraged by alcohol, you couldn't stop your flirting tongue once it started. And, next thing you knew, he had you pressed against the hallway’s wall kissing you with no care of smearing your lipstick. Giggling, you dragged him into the nearest bathroom and locked the door. Aside from smeared lipstick and kiss swollen lips, nothing else happened that night. The flirting continued, however. 

"The veil is thinnest right now and we're going to Harrenhal of all places!?" You asked, expression – comically – equally bright and uneasy.

"Oh please," he scoffed. "I grew up there and know the whole land like the back of my hand. It's not that bad," he winked. "You gotta come. It's gorgeous this time of the year."

"Yeah, scaredy cat!"

You groaned. "The peer pressure is suffocating!"

"Come on," Harwin drawled. "I'll stick close to you. Throw you over my shoulder and run from any ghosts if I have to."

Sara snorted. Harwin smirked. You blushed. "Fine. Fine! I'll go."

"Aye! There's my strong girl."

-

Whether it due to the location, time of year, or general disinterest, only a quarter of the City Watch's employees participated. You were surprised to see a couple of the higher elite squad, too. Targaryen's had to take their royal safety very seriously, and King Viserys – as well as any and all members of his family whom he deemed needed protection – always had a member of the Kingsgard near. 

Harwin had spoken the truth: Harrenhal was beautiful in the chilly fall glow. Oranges, reds, and yellows contrasted starkly against gray clouds. Despite tales of hauntings, ghosts, and monsters, the surrounding land was deeply fertile. Native plants of all colors and sizes were on fiery autumn display. Trees, shrubs, and even mushrooms decorated the land in a fairy-tale fashion.

People naturally gathered in smaller groups while everyone waited to hear the day’s game plan. You, Sara, and Harwin were nearest the front. Sara happily chatted with you about mycelium and how excited she was to photograph and harvest fungi for her collection. Harwin and another man of the City Watch went over the plan one more time to make sure they were both on the same page.

All the while, you and Harwin made (perhaps not so subtle) flirty eyes at each other. You’d never seen him in casual hiking clothes, and doing so now made butterflies twirl in your belly. 

“Alright, folks!” Harwin said with a clap of his big hands. A smile warmed his face as people turned their attention to him. “It’s about a three mile hike to the Rushing Falls. There’s a nice trail to the top of the waterfall, and from up there you can look across the God’s Eye to the Isle of Faces. Hopefully the fog will lift by then so we can get a proper view. It’s stunning this time of the year. After we’re done, we’ll all come back here and head over to Raventree Hall to share a meal together. That’s the overall plan! Any questions?”

Excitement buzzed in eagerness to start. “I have extra water and granola if anyone needs some!” Someone said. That was enough to break the ice. Sara, and others, began walking ahead – so much for her info dump about mycelium!

“Ah shit,” you groaned, running a hand down the side of your face.

“What’s up?” Asked Harwin, dark eyes soft and concerned as he looked you over.

“I forgot my spare lens in my car. I brought it so I could take some wide shots,” you admitted, half annoyed with yourself. Leave it to you to forget something even though you triple checked that you had everything! “I’m gonna double back and get it. I’ll catch up.”

He chuckled. “I’ll go with you. Don’t want any ghosties scaring you along the way,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hide your smirk. “Pfft. I can handle myself.”

But, it was already too late. Harwin hollered ahead that he and you would be back in a few. If you could see Sara you knew she’d be giving you finger guns and a shit eating grin. She knew of your little crush on Strong and wasn’t above pestering you about it. 

It was only the two of you, now. You peered up at him just in time to watch him point. “There’s a shortcut around this way,” he said, gesturing in the direction. “It goes through a small parking lot that leads to the main one.”

Nodding, you said, “sure! This is only my second time here. And it’s been a long time since then.” Alone with him, now, your mind drifted to the bathroom makeout session. It drifted even further as you remembered how his hands felt on your…

He smiled in a way that made you feel like he knew exactly what you were thinking; brown eyes twinkling with boyish amusement. He led the way and you followed close behind. The pathway wasn’t very wide, and you’d have to be tucked under his arm for the both of you to fit across it. If it were colder, or you bolder… you could probably get away with it. But, those same butterflies from before still twirled around in your belly making you feel more self-conscious than you cared to admit.

Right as you were about to walk out of the smaller parking lot and into the larger one, something unexpected caught your attention. You gasped. “What! No way. I didn’t even see Erryk. When did he get here!?”

“What?” Asked Harwin, looking between you and what stole your attention.

“There’s his Bronco! God I love that thing. I only got to ride in it a couple times before we broke up.” You two had been broken up for awhile now, and since then he’d done some work on his four door black Bronco. It had a lift, larger wheels and tires than what came as stock, and it was all blacked out. It looked good. And mean. You wanted to take the top off and drive it! “I’m gonna go look at it,” you said with mischievous delight.

Strong whistled beneath his breath. “Damn. That thing is nice.”

You b-lined it and tipped up on your toes to get a peek inside. “I want one of these so bad! This is pretty much my dream car. Truck. Whatever you call this thing.”

Cargyll really did have good taste. Harwin slowly walked around it and checked it out the whole time, taking notes of this and that as he did. Once he saw you looking through all the windows realizing that it hadn’t sounded any alarm yet, his dark eyes glinted with impishness. He pulled one of the back doors open. “That idiot didn’t even lock it!”

You squealed. “What! Oh my god,” you said as you swung the other backdoor open. “Holy shit. He’s lucky he took the keys otherwise you’d have to chase me down, a newly offended car stealer, on foot!” You sighed dreamily as you flopped on your back in the backseat. Your legs still hung out the car but you didn’t mind. It felt good – and fun – to be laying in someone else’s car without their knowledge. You giggled behind your hand; the risk of it gave you a rush.

“Bad girl,” he said as he leaned against the edge of the doorway your legs hung out of. You didn't even hear him walk around! “I'd expect better from you,” he added with an easy curve of lip.

“Are you scolding me?” You asked as you sat up.

“I am. A good, smart girl like you, threatening to steal a car like any petty thief?”

Something flexed in your abdomen as boldness took hold of you. Perhaps it was the risk that egged you on, or the way Harwin's mouth looked as his lips pouted in the slightest manner, or the way his brow furrowed beneath a wayward curl. Whatever it might have been, a thrill danced up and down your spine. “And what are you going to do about it, Strong?” You asked daringly, gaze lingering on his mouth before slowly flickering up to his regard.

“Tell me, pretty girl, did Erryk play these games with you in here?” He leaned forward to deliberately invade what little remained of your personal space, voice dropping lower the closer he came to you. That same easy curve of lip decorated his mouth while his gaze remained on yours, the blackness of his pupils beginning to widen in those deep brown irises.

The width of his shoulders took up all the space in the door and you swore you could feel heat coming off his solid bulk. “Not as much as I wanted…,” you answered, lower and slyer than his own tone. You looked up at him through your eyelashes before glancing to his mouth again, leaning closer into him as he did you.

“What a shame.”

In the next breath your mouths collided in an instantly searing kiss. Nothing about it was shy, or tentative, or reserved. The distant familiarity of his lips had you sighing in bliss against them. You grabbed at the front of his jacket – that odd water resistant material that somehow felt smooth and rough alike – and pulled him further into you. And, as if they’d suddenly gained a mind of their own, your legs spilled open to accept his wide hips between them. “I like this much more than a bathroom,” you mumbled through the kiss, grinning. Blood warmed your cheeks and fuzzed your mind; low muscles in your belly tightening with eager anticipation.

Harwin answered by holding the back of your head with one large hand, the size of it allowing him to graze his thumb along your cheek in a way that deepened your kiss. A pleased groan sounded from somewhere in his chest. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he drawled, dragging his tongue against yours before biting on your bottom lip. “At your desk… in the break room… anytime I see you walking around the office. God. You have the perfect mouth for kissing.”

Heat thrummed beneath your skin and you were full on dizzy, now, drunk on Harwin’s words. “I haven’t stopped thinking about this since the last time we did it,” you admitted as you pressed your legs tight against him, wrapping your arms atop his shoulders.

He groaned again, louder this time. “If you wrap those pretty legs around me I won’t be able to help myself,” he said huskily as he kissed and bit all along your neck. 

You wrapped your legs around him, then, pulling him fully against the heat of your body. Daring. Tauting. Needing.

“Mmm that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He growled. “Driving me crazy all on purpose now? You really are a bad girl.” He pushed his wide hands up the front of your body – over your hips, along your sides, up beneath your breasts to feel their weight upon his touch – all while leaving tiny love bites on your shoulder. “Will you let me make you feel good this time?” He asked, finally pulling away from you long enough to look at your pretty face and parted mouth.

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “yes,” in a hot breathy tone. “Shit, yes. Please, Harwin.”

“Right here in your ex’s rig?” He asked as he slowly slid down the front of your body, thick fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings.

“Yes,” you squeaked, watching him. You lifted your hips in time with his hooking, and he wasted no time in pulling your bottoms down your legs until it caught on your shoes. Somehow it felt more lewd than having them fully removed.

Those big, calloused, warm hands felt over the smooth skin of your thighs. His fingers splayed as he felt down the full length of your legs, and then up again, fingertips denting into your soft flesh. “So pretty all sprawled out,” he whispered, shamelessly trailing the pad of one thumb up the center of your underwear covered center. Much to his delight it coaxed a little sound from you. “And so sensitive…”

“...please don’t make me wait,” you begged with soft doe eyes.

He smirked. “I don’t plan to,” he said as he pulled your underwear down. Instead of leaving them balled around your feet, however, he tore one of your shoes off and tugged your bottoms and panties off in the same motion. They still remained bunched up and hanging off one foot.

If you thought it lewd before, this felt dirty.

With Harwin’s palms holding your thighs open both his thumbs gently parted your folds, opening your pussy for his greedy eyes. “You’re such a good girl for getting all wet for me. Do you think you can stay quiet?” He asked cheekily with an arch of brow before kissing the front of your hip. He kissed the other side, too, and dipped his head low. 

Just as you started to say something Harwin dragged his hot tongue up through your soaken folds. Your lungs swelled with excitement and the breath you gasped came out in a broken moan. “Oh my god…!,” you whispered when he lapped again and again, relaxed tongue sliding over your clit in a way that sent goosebumps tingling all over your body. One of your hands lowered to his hair and you shamelessly sprawled your fingers through his brown curls, tugging appreciatively when he lavished all his attention to your bud. “Mm fuck..! Just like that…!”

He moaned a satisfied rumble against your cunt. Turning his gaze back up to you, he said, “poor baby. Your little clit is so achy and needy, isn’t it?” While still looking at you he worked his tongue in deliberate motions, learning your body more and more by the second. He circled, and flicked, and kissed, and ‘mmm’d’ his approval into you. “What a sweet treat you are,” he said barely above a rumble. He didn’t stop lavishing your clit until your thighs were trembling beneath his hands.

“You’re gonna make me come like that. I’m close… ‘m so close,” you whimpered as you ground your pussy against his mouth, seeking more and more of him even as he was giving you all his mouth could. 

“Shh… shh, quiet, princess. I know it feels good, but we can’t have someone hearing you,” he said, eyes dark and dancing, as he slipped a finger into you. He worked it in time with his tongue, then, curling and testing your walls. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. As soon as he found that wonderful patch of nerves inside you, he squeezed a second finger into you and pumped them in and out, hitting that spot every time without fail. He latched onto your clit, licking and sucking in tandem with his fingers.

Bliss, and electricity, and fire blazed through your body as Harwin pushed you to peak. Orgasm flooded your muscles with pleasure and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle all those lovely sounds of release. Harwin pushed you through it steadily; prolonging without overstimulating. Once you stopped trembling he gradually pulled away from you, grinning. “I could do that all fucking day,” he whispered against your mouth before stealing your satisfied moans in a kiss. 

You could still taste yourself on him. You needed more.

“I need more,” you purred, one hand grazing over the bulge at the front of his bottoms.

“Not here, princess. I don’t have a condom,” he replied with an edge of mournfulness – wanting nothing more than to bury himself in you and fuck you silly on his cock.

Butterflies filled your belly again as you answered, “I’m clean… and on birth control. If you are too..? Then fuck a condom.”

He twitched and somehow grew even harder against your palm with your words. “Fuck… gonna let me have all of your pretty pussy?” He fumbled with the front of his bottoms and you helped him pull them down. Lust overtook you and you were unable to answer, only able to help free his cock. He sighed in relief as it was freed. You gasped, too. It was like the rest of him; thick, solid, hot. He bit your lip as your hand wrapped around him, smaller and cooler than the rigid desire of his length. “Open your legs. You can take it, I know you can.”

You did as told, propping up on your elbows so you could look down the front of your body to watch as he pushed into you. He guided himself to your entrance and pressed forward, easing into you, slowly stretching you out around him. You mumbled something incoherent at the sight and gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled you to your body’s end. When he began to pull out your arousal gleamed on his cock. Your head buzzed and your desire soared. “More. Harder… faster.. Fuck me like you mean it,” you pleaded, spilling your thighs open as far as they comfortably could in the confides of your ex’s backseat.

Something changed in Harwin, then, and his gentleness began to crumble away. He held tightly onto one of your thighs and one side of your hip, driving into you firmer and quicker. “This pussy just needs to be filled so bad, huh? Don’t wanna take this big cock slow… no, you need it slamming in and out of you,” he growled lowly, accentuating his words with drives of his strong hips. 

Wordlessly, you nodded at him with desperate eyes. You moaned behind a hand as he speared in and out of you; full, so full of him. The pressure, the stretch, the thrill of finally having him sent a second orgasm creeping along your spine. You wrapped your legs around him and drew him further into you.

“My poor needy girl. Should’ve came to me sooner if you needed fucked this bad,” he said, grinning, before sliding his gaze down to where your bodies joined. “This little cunt is starving, baby, you’re taking me so well.” He changed his angle slightly and picked up his pace, pounding into you with added vigor. If your moans weren’t muffled enough then the sounds of skin slapping on skin would be more than enough to give you both away. The Bronco, despite its size, began to rock with the motion of Harwin’s fucking. 

If heaven was real, surely it was here.

Your legs flexed around him as your back arched, body tightening as Harwin pushed you to peak again. Your eyelids fluttered before they rolled closed, wholly blissed out. Climax washed over you and your walls convulsed round him – squeezing – urging him to join you.

And he did.

With one final thrust he buried himself as deep as he could be and unloaded into you. The warmth of his cum filled you in a way that had you sighing in relief. He panted, spent and deeply satisfied. “I’ll buy you your own Bronco. Whatever color you want,” he said as he pressed his forehead to yours, basking in the sensation of post-climax bliss.

You laughed. “You don’t mean that! Shut up.”

“I mean it. I saw a pretty blue one driving down the road the other day. You’d look so good driving one.”

Slowly you unwrapped your legs from around him and giggled. “Who knew Strong got so pussystruck?,” you teased.

Laughing, he carefully pulled out of you. “Ah, hell. You’re gonna have to sacrifice your panties to clean yourself up. Hiking with no underwear? You really are a dirty girl,” he quipped back.

Both of you took a minute to wipe clean and fix your clothes before walking away from Erryk’s rig as innocently as you could. Which, more than likely, wasn’t innocent at all. “You’re not buying me a car. But… maybe dinner?”

“Of course I’ll buy you dinner. And a beer?”

“As long as you promise we don’t end up in a bathroom or backseat of someone else’s car.”

“Ha! Last I remember it was you who egged both of those things on,” he taunted, glaring at you playfully.

Well, he wasn't wrong. 

You snerked and slapped his backside before finally retrieving your lens from your car.

Now to come up with an excuse as to why you two took so long. Maybe no one would notice?

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Pierro x Reader (gn) in SAGAU

I'm rushing this one a little bit because I have work in 2 hours and I want to get this out beforehand but if you're seeing this later than normal, then i failed at that! (spoiler alert, she did, in fact, fail at that) I gotta say, I didn't have many ideas going into this one. For most of the others i had already thought something up to work with, but I'm going in blind this time! hope it's okay!

Previous post for context - Dottore version - Tartaglia version

Contains - Pierro either teleporting or being really good at sneaking, reader losing their mind over Pierro because he's equal parts hot and dangerous, reader probably has a thing for being in danger, flirting and suggestive comments, Pierro is down bad but is doing his very best not to show it (and mostly failing)

"Pierro?"

"Yes?"

Of all the things you had expected when you had called for the leader of the Fatui Harbingers, an instant response was not on your list. Where was the wait, where was the hesitation to respond? Then again, for one to be leader of the Harbingers, hesitation must not be something that Pierro would be familiar with.

"Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Of course." His voice hardened slightly as he seemingly addressed the other Harbingers. "That is all, please continue with your missions."

The soft rustling of clothes and retreating footsteps was the only response to his order. No time for pleasantries, you mused. You supposed that if they saw each other all the time, 'goodbyes' and 'yes sirs' would quickly become wasted time.

"Divine One."

You jumped slightly, eyeing the Harbinger standing near the fire. He hadn't opened the door, right? Surely you would have noticed? His face was half-covered with his mask and only brief flickers of light from the flames revealed his features. Nothing that you could see betrayed even a hint of what he was feeling. For a man not born in Snezhnaya, the coldness that he radiated was rather impressive. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, both refusing to break the silence, before he let out a low sigh.

"What is it that you wanted to ask me, Your Grace?"

You cleared your throat, the rising sense of anxiety at being trapped in a room with quite possibly one of the most powerful people in Teyvat finally kicking in. But mixed with the anxiety was another emotion, one that was harder to decipher, and that you refused to linger on for too long. But still, it was that emotion that ruled your next words, however much your anxiety hated it.

"Would you come a little closer? I can barely hear you from all the way over there."

Pierro stared you down once more, before he caved again and stepped a little closer, to the foot of your bed. It was strange, you thought, how quickly he heeded your words, however unwilling he seemed to be to listen to you. You had to wonder then, what or who was making him follow your will?

"Is this close enough?" The slight bite to his tone, the subtle mocking surprised you, if only for the fact that you didn't expect him to show such emotion, however subtle. "Or would you like me to be closer?"

It felt like a trap. Like beckoning a wolf to sit by your side, like handing a killer the knife, like throwing yourself into the Abyss. With every step you asked him to take towards you, you were signing your own gravestone. And you told yourself it was the fear that made your heart beat so fast when you told him to come closer again.

Pierro settled beside your bed, his presence looming over you as you fought to truly recall why you had brought him in here to begin with. The question of the other nations was the last thing on your mind, a quickly fading concern.

"Where am I?" you asked carefully, trying to buy time as you gathered your thoughts.

"Zapolyarny Palace, the residence of Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa. However, if you are speaking in more general terms about the room you are in, this is Her Majesty's bedroom, which will be yours until the completion of your chambers."

It took you a second to truly comprehend the words he said, but when you did, your back straightened slightly and you clutched your hands to your chest, suddenly nervous about touching the sheets.

"This is the Tsaritsa's bed? And what do you mean by 'my chambers'?"

Pierro looked almost amused at your sudden distress, a glimmer of mirth in his visible eye.

"Yes, the Tsaritsa insisted that you stay in her quarters for your comfort. As for your chambers, did you expect to be staying in any old room? They were built many years ago for you, during the construction of Zapolyarny Palace, we are just now in the process of furnishing them, so they are as perfect as possible for you."

He was silent for a moment after that, the amusement fading slightly from his face as he stared blankly at the floor, seemingly lost in thought.

"I hope... I hope that you will be happy here, Your Grace. Although I understand that you have been treated unfairly by some of the other nations, know that you have many loyal followers in Snezhnaya who would be very grateful should you choose to stay here."

"Choose to stay? Pierro, where else would I go?"

"Many of the other nations have already sent apologies and have begun begging for you to return to them. I think it would be ... unwise to reside in a nation that turned against you so quickly, however it is certainly not my place to dictate what you choose to do."

"Pierro?"

"Yes?"

"When you said that I had many people who would be happy if I stayed here, did that include you?"

Pierro tilted his head at that, a flicker of confusion passing across his face.

"Have I done something to make you think otherwise, Your Grace?"

"You just didn't seem very happy with my requests of you to stand closer to me. I wondered why you listened even if you disliked me that much."

He dipped his head slightly at that, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"I apologize, Your Grace. I simply thought it would be ... easier for me if I kept some distance between the two of us. You, however, seem to think the opposite."

"Easier for you?"

He stepped back away from you, eyes flickering across your skin for a second before quickly glancing away.

"I'm afraid I have said too much. It is best that I leave you to rest, before I say things that I should not."

He turned sharply, making a beeline to the door. However when he reached it, he paused with his hand on the door handle, almost lost in thought.

"I will not be far away, so should you need me during the night..." He murmured quietly, almost hesitantly.

"... come find me."

He pulled the door open sharply, leaving you with four parting words.

"Sweet dreams, Your Grace."

Yes, this particular ending will probably have a second part (if you guys want it) but I'll be doing it later after I get through some of the other Harbingers. Man, this took a while to write (this is a day later than I wanted to get it out) but I hope its okay? Pierro's another difficult one to write, especially in SAGAU. Next on the list are my personal favorites, Capitano and Pantalone! Also, comment which fatui women you would like to see and I'll add them to the list!

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[BAD DECISION #48] Bickering

warnings: an everything shower!! self control? what self control? mutual masturbation, a lil mean dirty talk from jk, sex toy (f), lots of flirting, lots of banter, important info for upcoming chapters

notes: last one for today, as im gonna update the wedding chapters in a cluster! <3

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bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

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A creature of habit, is Jeon Jeongguk . He's proven it time and time again – the gym sessions that look identical to sets done the day before, how he always goes for the French toast at his favourite café and, more recently, the way he can't keep his bloody hands off you as soon as you're naked.

It doesn't come as a surprise, how he hooks onto your waist and drags you beneath the steaming shower with him, nor how his deft palms stroke up and down your skin as he greets you with a kiss. Mumbles into your lips how much he can't stand showers without you. Pouts when you pull away and grab your shampoo – but hums in complete satisfaction when you hand it over to him.

"Please," you simper quietly, wet lashes sultry, though the request is as innocent as could be.

It's a ploy, you see. A little scheme cooked up in that sparkly little brain of yours that Jeongguk loves so much. A guaranteed free head massage- because he's a perfectionist and constantly needs to be doing something with his hands.

If he gets them lathered up with shampoo, and adds the combination of it being your hair he's washing, and his desire to be touching you, it'll equal an excellent outcome for both parties.

It will also get his hands off your body, which you don't particularly want, but being naked with him is a dangerous game. He's not hard (yet), and so this is prime time.

He does as is requested of him, and sure enough, he gets far too into it. Ends up rinsing and repeating. Is taught about shampoo brushing, and the concept of an everything shower . Decides that you should have one. That you deserve one.

"They take an absolute age," you tell him with a serene smile, toying with his hands, chin pressed to his chest. Just out of the direct line of the shower, Jeongguk looks down at you, wet hair sticking to the sides of his face, damp skin glistening in the overhead lights. The light he basks in reminds you of your favourite steps of an everything shower – candlelight .

You tell him of your ritual - how you turn all the lights off and keep your phone out of the room with only candles as a light source - and his expression doesn't change. Doesn't contort in confusion, nor question your sanity, no. He's just as enamoured as he always was.

"Well, then, what are you waiting for, B?" He simpers, pressing a kiss to your lips. Oh, how he treasures you, and the fact that he gets to do that now. Does it all the time. Does it again. And again, and again, and a- focus . "You got a lighter?"

You always tend to have them in your bags from nights out – never know when you might need one, or when you might make a new friend in the smoking area of Dionysus – but your ritual doesn't call for such sophistication.

"Use matches for this," you tell him of your personal tradition.

"Well, then have you got matches?" he smiles, not caring in the slightest that you're particular about it. Likes it, in fact. Matches him and his strict routines. When you nod, he lets you go gently. Whispers, "Go light them, baby."

Despite the sheer number of times Jeongguk has been in your bathroom, he's never noticed how many candles you have in the room. They're on the windowsill, the shelves, the countertop. There's even one by the sink – a long candle wedged into an old wine bottle.

A towel loosely drapes around your body as you strike up matches, lighting the candles one by one. Jeongguk is surprised the steam in the room isn't causing an issue, but you do also crack the window open to funnel some of it away.

"Okay," you whisper, turning to face him. "Close your eyes."

He does as he's told, with no hesitation.

Dipping out of the room quickly, you flick the lights off, then re-enter and drop the towel. Get back to the shower with him. Hold his hands, and say, "Open."

There's something quite spectacular about Jeongguk's eyes and the galaxies he holds within them. You're not sure what NASA are currently up to, but you know for a fact they'd be dumbfounded if they were to ever see Jeongguk.

The warmth of the candlelight sparkles in his dark irises, as if stars are fighting amongst themselves for you to make wishes upon them – and yet it's when he looks at you that they really begin to gleam. Magnificent in their magic, Jeongguk's eyes are impossible to look away from.

"You do this like... a lot?" he questions, a little smile on his pretty lips, not even looking at the room. Only at you.

You want to kiss him; simply, and completely.

Instead, you nod. Bite your lip. "Like, every week."

"Y'know I've always wondered how you're so..."

"So?"

"So..." he struggles to find the word, but settles with, " Dreamy . Like, the way you carry yourself, B. You're just... You're a literal dream, and I always wonder how."

You know what he's getting at - that your little ritual is somehow responsible for, well, the rest of you.

It's no secret that it's not the most conventional of showers. Danbi swears you'll burn the place down one day. It's impractical and a nuisance, but it is enchanting, and that's all you really need from it.

You've never left a candle-lit shower feeling horrible. Even in the worst of your Seokjin era, they'd remedy your woes and help you feel slightly human.

While you had never believed they helped you to transcend human status, Jeongguk is certain of it.

He thinks there's no way he's made of the same stuff as you. He doesn't know fuck all about classic literature, but he knows enough to know that Emily Brontë got it all wrong (even if he doesn't remember which of the Brontës wrote Wuthering Heights).

He could consider stardust and atoms and what it really takes for a human to form, but none of it matters. He's stardust. He's atoms. He's clusters of cells.

You're ethereal. Intangible. Transcendental. A star, in its truest form.

It's a miracle you haven't blazed right through him - though the way he feels could be argued as a side effect of that very affliction.

Of all your little habits and rituals, this one is your most sacred.

And you're sharing it with him.

You're not sure why.

Cause you trust him, maybe, or potentially because you only ever want him to feel good, and know that this is a failsafe for you.

Or, most likely, it's because your candle-lit showers are yours . They've never been shared.

But with Jeongguk, it's different. You want to give him something of you that really will only ever be his. He's worthy of your ritual.

"Well, let's hope it makes you feel dreamy, too," you grin, arms wrapped around his waist as his palms cup your jaw and bring you closer to him.

He nods, a smile relaxing on his lips. "Already feels like I'm in a dream."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he swears, ghosting his lips against yours. His kiss, when it finally greets you, is slow. Patient. Calm. Missed, when it ends. "How did I get so lucky, hm? How is this my life?"

You could argue that you're the lucky one – and you no doubt will in the near future – but you're enjoying his display of adoration far too much to derail the conversation.

"You are a lucky boy," you tell him – 'cause he is.

Nobody sees the world quite like you; looks at him like you do. What he's found in you is special. Rare.

And he'll do well to remember it.

It's not that you love Jeongguk (even if you totally do and are just playing a game of chicken against yourself), but you've loved others before who were unworthy. Who didn't realise what they had until it was gone. Losing him doesn't bear thinking about, so you're putting worth on yourself. Making an asset of your mind, your body, your company. Making yourself too valuable to lose.

As if you ever need to worry.

"So lucky," he agrees. "What next? What's after shampoo?"

"I'm so glad you asked," you beam, before talking him through your routine.

The ritual took you a while to figure out. Had spent your early twenties as a low-maintenance girlie, quite enjoying the hot mess look, but definitely leaning more towards the mess side of the scale.

With time, you learned how to be high-maintenance for the sake of being low-maintenance, in a roundabout way.

It's still not a perfect routine – but you also still enjoy being on the hot mess scale, so it's no issue. You're more polished these days, even despite the glitter.

You'd lost yourself for a little while.

Are thankful to have found a beacon while searching for yourself. He never insisted on finding you, but helped light the way for your exploration. Now, he reaps the rewards of restoring a disco ball, as your radiance shines upon him.

He might not care for extensive shower routines (as if he doesn't have three shower gels going at all times, and designated towels), but he cares to learn yours. Knows that what you're sharing with him isn't just a little quirky thing you like to do.

This is how you unwind. How you reset yourself; your mind.

To be invited to witness such a thing, to experience it, is no small honour. It's huge. Monumental.

Trust, shared, in a way he doesn't think he's ever experienced before.

The weight of your agreement to not let things get too heated until five dates in is heavy on his shoulders. He doesn't wanna do anything to jeopardise that, but equally knows sex has been how he communicates his desperation for you. Without it, it feels like all these emotions are bubbling up inside of him, but he can do nothing about it. The pressure just builds and builds. 

It's precisely why having this time without the physical intimacy you so often hide behind is essential. It's forcing you to be honest with one another.

Like when Jeongguk lets you shampoo his hair, and finds him mumbling, "I like this. Like this so much."

His eyes are closed, skin warm in the flickering candlelight, and there's a tranquillity to such acceptance of his feelings. Not only is he content with them, happy to sit with these emotions, and make room for them, but he's happy sharing them with you."Shampooing?" You hum, lightly teasing him. "Don't you normally shampoo?"If his eyes were open, he'd be rolling them. 

Instead, he baits you on. "You're supposed to shampoo?"

"Ah, that explains why your hair always looks like shit," you smirk, rinsing his hair through.

"Fuck off, you love my hair."

"I think your hair looks like it belongs on your head," you correct (although he is right).

Jeongguk can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult, so he just laughs. Doesn't care to think too hard. You're right when you say your little ritual relaxes the brain.

While skincare is usually the step that follows your everything showers, part of you forgets tonight. 

It's the same part of you that just can't stop staring at Jeongguk.

Towel wrapped around his waist, there's an arrogance to Jeongguk in moments like these; the effect he has on you, and how he knows just the right way to tweak his brow and say, "You're staring, Byeol."

You think anyone in your position would be. A wet, naked, Jeon Jeongguk all yours for the taking. Shameless in the way his head tilts, smirk lingering on his pink lips, he doesn't care to hide himself from you. Allows the muscles of his chest to do the talking for him: hard, rigid, and oh-so eager for your touch.

It's not the only part of him that shares those... sentiments .

Hidden by his towel, there's a bulge that you know is obscuring something far larger than it appears right now.

A small trail of hair peaks from the top of his towel, an inch or so beneath his belly button, and it makes you sigh, all hearty and wanton, desperate to see where it leads.

"So?" You reply with just as much arrogance, because you're not gonna let him win, even if you're going crazy looking at him like this. "Should I stop?"

He pouts. Shrugs. Sinks his thumb beneath the waistline of his towel. "Should I stop?"

There's no subtlety to the way you're looking at him right now. None whatsoever.

It's how he knows it's a lie when you say, "I don't care what you do."

If you didn't care, you wouldn't swallow back your desire in the way that you do.

If you didn't care, your lips wouldn't part, then meet once more as you bite down on your bottom lip.

If you didn't care, you wouldn't almost fucking whine when his towel is finally relinquished.

It hits the floor with a shallow thud; an announcement of his nakedness. It's almost like he wants you to stare. Wants you obsessed.

There's a mindlessness in the way his hand drops – not to cover himself, no, but to tug on himself. Stroke the firm length of his cock. Roll his hand down his shaft. Just twice. Three times, maybe. You sort of can't comprehend it.

But then you realise he's winning – and you can't be having that.

"Cute," you smirk. Look at him with eyes that are just begging for a challenge as you drop your towel, too.

And oh, he is just so cute. Looks at you like you're a Grecian statue; as if he's witnessing a Goddess making herself known to mere mortals for the very first time. It's no secret that he loves your body. Has buried himself inside it enough times for you to be certain he'd die for it.

"Cat got your tongue?" you tease when his reaction is written all over his face, but not on the tip of his aforementioned tongue.

He smirks now, too. Shakes his head, but not in denial – in adoration. "Wish it did."

His innuendo sparks a little something inside you – and given the fact Jeongguk can light you up like the fourth of July with the most innocent of remarks, it's no surprise that you consider just saying 'fuck it.'

Would it really be so bad?

Snapping yourself out of it, you nod towards your chair. Tell him to sit. He does.

Facing your bed, his legs are spread, cock hard. He knows he's in no position to tease, 'cause his need for you is obvious.

Perching up on your bed, you sit by the pillows. Are as far from him as you possibly can be. It's the only safe way to do what you're about to – and as Jeongguk watches you spread your legs and display yourself for him, he knows that he needs the distance. It's bad enough having to look at your pretty cunt without being to touch it, but if he could smell your arousal? And couldn't lick it up? Oh, well, he'd simply die .

"You're playing with fire," he tells you as your hand dips between your legs for his viewing pleasure.

With a small sigh, letting the touch travel through you, you laugh. Simper, "No, Gguk. I'm playing with myself."

"Fuck," he groans, watching with unadulterated interruption as you refamiliarize yourself with your own body. "Tits."

The command is brief, but enough for you to know to use your spare hand on your chest. Slow circular motions are used for both, your head dipping back, the beating of your heart getting heavier and heavier. "Feels so good."

"As good as me?" He husks. You rejoin his gaze. Are pleased to see him slowly stroking up and down his shaft. Is matching his timing to yours.

"Better," you lie, desperate to have him prove you wrong – but he won't. He's a man of his word, so even if you bait him out, he won't bite. Not really. Might have a little nibble, but you'll never sink a hook into him.

"Liar," he smirks, then deepens his gaze. Adjusts his posture as he touches himself. Gently toys with his balls, letting you have the full visual pleasure of his throbbing cock. "You just want me to touch you, don't you?"

You don't deny it.

"Look at you," he smirks, unadulterated sin written all over his angelic features.

"You already are," you tease right back, because you both know you absolutely should not be doing this.

"Wanna know what I see?" He asks.

The way he tilts his head back, almost looking down at you, gets you excited. Sends a shiver down your spine all the way to your toes. He looks like he's about to be an asshole - and it's all you want.

"Depends," you bait him on. "Are you gonna be nice?"

"Do you me to be?" He bites back a laugh. Knows exactly what kind of mood you're in. Are far less heavenly than you were earlier. In fact, you're hellish in the way you want him to misbehave.

You raise a brow. Smirk. "Not particularly."

God, if there's one thing Jeongguk loves, it's a challenge; and when it's you, naked and practically begging for him, he'll play to win. Will go all in. Toss his car keys on top of the poker chips. Will call your bluff. Aim for a Royal flush.

There is a small part of him that considers packing it in. Saying something about how you shouldn't be doing this. Behaving himself.

But it's a very small part.

Naturally, his brain ignores it.

Instead, he takes on a prowess. Looks at you in such a way you almost regret giving him permission to be mean - but all that dissolves the second his pretty mouth starts saying filthy things.

"I see a needy little slut that wants me to fuck her," he grits, palming himself with far more determination now that he's vocalising what he wants to do to you, even if he is acting like you're the only one who wants it. Jeongguk is paper-thin. Hold him up to light, and the word desperate would shine through. "Correct?"

"Incorrect."

"No? So you don't want me to touch you?"

"No."

"Don't want my fingers inside you?"

"No."

"Cute," he gives you a light chuckle. Nods towards where you're playing with yourself. "Baby look at how small your hands are. You really think you can make yourself feel as good as I do?"

"Better," you assert– as if you could even compare. The second he touched you, thanks to a God damn origami bird, you knew you'd never be able to come undone from the touch of another.

"Oh yeah?" he smirks. "They fill you as well? Get your pussy squirting like mine do?"

"Anything you can do, I can do be-"

"No you can't," he interrupts. "No one fucks you like I do, B. Not even you." Jeongguk nods towards your pussy. Doesn't look at you. Only looks at the mess between your legs. Husks, "That cunt is mine, 'cause I've fuckin' earned it, B. Now spread it," he grits. "Let me see what's mine."

Manners seem to be lost on him.

"Say please."

He laughs, but bites down on his bottom lip. Nods. Gives you what you want, 'cause he thinks he'll die if you don't give him what he wants. "Please spread that pretty cunt for me, gorgeous."

And who are you to deny such a request?

The way Jeongguk groans at the sight of you is nothing short of addictive. Primal, Jeongguk wants you in the simplest, most human of ways. Doesn't care for the outside world, or expectations, or whatever stupid deal you've agreed upon. If he was put on this earth for one thing and one thing only, it was to stargaze. He'll go blind before he stops. Even then, you'd be all he thinks about. All he wants.

He has to have you.

Needs you so badly it hurts.

He stands. Walks to your dresser. You pretend not to be mesmerised by his cock. When he reaches the dresser, it's his ass you pretend not to be obsessed with. He's just so toned. So pert. The gym is working wonders for him. 

You know what he's doing. What he's getting. He's the only person who knows what hides in that drawer, after all.

Smirking when he pulls open your top drawer, you're somewhat perplexed by the fact he doesn't even ask permission. You don't mind. What's yours is his, or whatever they say.

As he turns, that black silicone rabbit of yours in his hands, you have to suppress a gasp.

"Cute," you hum, as if you're totally unphased by the sight in front of you. "You gonna fuck your ass?"

The way he looks at you is fuckin wicked. Sinful. Unholy.

The way he doesn't utter a single word as he walks to the bed, is even more so. 

There's a darkness to him when he's like this; one that so heavily contrasts the light he so often is. You think that's why you like it so much. He bares all sides of his soul for you; is vulnerable, even in his dominance.

"Gonna fuck your mouth if you don't shut up," he promises, as if that would be a bad thing.

"I can talk for days, babe," you smirk. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

There's a sweetness to his smile as he looks down at you. So sweet, in fact, that you almost don't realise what he's doing as he lines up your toy with your pouty lips. 

He tweaks a brow, and says, "open", then smirks, when you do as you're told. Curses, when your tongue flattens to accept it into your mouth. Groans, when your lips wrap around it as if it's his cock.

We shouldn't be doing this, his brain yells at him. You shouldn't be doing this.

But the way you look right now is hypnotic. He's in a trance. Can't listen to his own damn mind.

There's a hollowness to your cheeks, expert in how your mouth takes cock, even if it's a pathetic replica. It's far smaller and far less impressive than Jeongguk's, but it still gets the job done.

"Not so chatty now, are you, baby?" He teases, gentle in the way he fucks it into your mouth.

You hum something incoherent around the toy, and it makes Jeongguk's cock twitch. Hard and engorged, he wishes it was him inside you; wishes he could feel that vibration, your tongue, the back of your throat. Eyes wide as he deepens the toy, Jeongguk is careful not to outright choke you – but the way you're working your way down the shaft even without his movements confirms only one thing: you wish he was choking you.

He builds the pace. Gets you noisy. Mouth wet. Sloppy . God, he's just obsessed with everything you do, but the way you keep your eyes on his? He thinks he'll die .

It's only when your eyes get a little watery, toy repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, that Jeongguk pulls away. Leaves you panting, chest heaving, chin wet – and still, you look at him in that needy way that always begs him for more.

He drops the toy down beside you, and strokes your cheek. Is tender. Whispers, "Three more dates, baby. Three more."

"Then what?" You reply, just as quietly but infinitely more breathless.

"Then it'll be my cock," he promises. "You want that?"

Nodding, you don't even pretend to have dignity. You give yourself up for him at the drop of a hat. Now is no exception. "Want you so bad."

"I know you do, baby," he nods, then spreads your legs apart even further. Still standing by the side of the bed, Jeongguk has your body right where he wants it – and as he begins to rub the tip of your toy between your folds, he knows he can't be beside you for too long. It's just too tempting.

Slow as he sinks it into your soaked entrance, Jeongguk is almost surprised by how easily it slides in.

"Fuck," he mutters beneath his breath, your body writing from the welcome intrusion. "You're so wet. So wet, and so... Fuck. Take over from me, baby," he encourages as he begins to pump the toy into you. "Fuck yourself for me."

Shaking your head, you whine. "You do it."

"I can't."

"Why," you pout, as if it takes a genius to figure it out.

All of his willpower is being channelled into going against his human desires. You're naked. Wet. Wanting. Are practically begging for him to fuck you.

But if he fucks, he loses the inner battle he's having. Jeongguk hates losing.

Sort of hates winning, now, too.

Cursing beneath his breath, he pulls the toy from your pussy. Doesn't take his eyes off yours. Says nothing as he brings it to his lips and licks up the shaft of your dildo.

He's always been a slave to the way you taste and now is no exception. None whatsoever. 

Which is why you really shouldn't be shocked when Jeongguk takes it in his mouth. Locks his eyes on yours, then lets them close for a moment while he pushes it deeper. Takes it all. Makes you fucking gasp, cunt twinging with pleasure at the sight of it. He bobs his head up and down the shaft of the toy, and cleans it of the mess you made – then withdraws it from his mouth with a pop.

Clenching around nothing, your pussy is desperate for him – but he simply stuffs you fullonce more with the toy. A euphoric buzz takes hold of your body as he fucks it into you, shivers running all over your bare skin. Pulling one of your hands to the base of the toy, Jeongguk finally steps away. Can't keep going. Feels like he's gonna keel over with how badly he needs you.

"Keep fucking yourself," he husks, retreating to the chair. "Keep fucking that tight cunt for me."

"Gguk," you whine – both because you need him, but also because you fear you'll finish far too soon.

"Do it for me, baby," he instructs – then softens his gaze. Looks at you with soft eyes, and a tender smile. "Let me watch you cum, gorgeous. Let me."

For all of his talk of dying, Jeongguk fears it. Knows what heaven looks like. How it sounds. Tastes. Fears he'll be stuck in eternal hell without you.

And so you give him a little death of your own; a promise that where he goes, you'll go too.

Though your eyes are closed, your head is full of him; his touch, his smell, his voice.

"Look at me, B," he implores. "Look at me when you cum."

"C'mere," you nod down towards your spread legs – and while he knows he shouldn't, he can't help but move closer to you. Gets on your bed, between your legs. Sits on his heels. Doesn't dare get too close, 'cause he knows that you both want him inside of you.

Right hand tight around his cock as he jerks himself off over you, the other strokes down your thigh. There's a carefulness to Jeongguk. The desire to perform well, yes, but more so the need to keep you satisfied. 

"You're so pretty, baby," he whispers, and there's something endearing about the way he's literally looking at your pussy as he says it. "You were made for me."

Jeongguk thinks it applies to all aspects of your body – brain included – it's just that he's currently enthralled by your cunt; the way you sound, taste, feel. Can never get enough. Craves you, constantly.

"That's it, Byeol," he encourages as your body begins to writhe. He knows the signs by now. Is jealous of the toy that's inside you. Knows your walls are throbbing, desperate to milk a cock, much like his cock is begging to be milked – and the deprivation is only making you want each other so much more.

"Gguk," you whine, desperate to reach out for him.

As if he knows that you want something – anything – he presses the hand that was on your thigh down on the cute little tummy of yours he loves so much, and helps to deepen the sensations you're experiencing. 

He lets go of his cock. Doesn't care about his own orgasm. Doesn't give a shit. Knocks your hand to the side. Take's dominance over the toy that's currently keeping you full and begins to fuck it into you at a pace you wouldn't have been able to do yourself. 

The pleasure that comes with his movements is only taken to new heights when he flicks the switch at the base, and gets it vibrating inside you.

You always could have turned it on yourself – but he put it inside you. If he wanted it on, he would have turned it on, much like he just has.

Like he says, your pussy is his . You'll let him dictate the pleasure it receives in moments like these.

The pressure of his hand weighing down on your tummy and the speed he's building sends you reeling. Gets you gasping. "Gguk-"

"I know, baby. I know. It's okay. You can cum, okay? Please cum."

There's an urgency to his request; a need to watch it happen. There's no greater gift, he thinks, than watching you orgasm. Knowing that he's the reason why? Oh well, it makes it so much sweeter.

Still rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, there's an overwhelming need within you to come undone but you're holding out. Don't want it to end. Don't want it to stop – but fuck . 

It's too much. Too good . Your shoulders press down deeply into your pillows, body jolting as a familiar sensation waves over your entire being. From the very tips of your toes to the moans that get caught in your throat, you can't stop yourself from cumming for him.

"That's it, pretty," Jeongguk grunts. Doesn't relent. Sends you reeling. Your body shakes, jerking and tensing erratically from the sensation surging over you. "More, baby. Give me more ."

Time ceases to mean anything when Jeongguk is devouring your orgasms – and god, he wishes he really was. Wishes it was his mouth on your clit, not your hand. Is jealous of you. Wants to be where you are.

And so as your trembles begin to stifle, moans laboured as they escape like sobs, Jeongguk lets himself go, too. Holds his cock with a firm grip and rolls back his foreskin, jerking himself to the point of no return.

In a state of hedonistic bliss, you watch on as Jeongguk unloads. Are enamoured with how it looks. Sounds. How his brows grow taut and lips grow loose. 

God, he's a vision. Angelic. Otherworldly – and then he's painting you in all that he is. Laying claim to your body. Marking you in him . It's a mess quite frankly; all of your slickness and his cum on your tummy, dripping down your pussy. It's a waste of a shower, but an excuse to have another.

Slowly, he pulls the toy from you. Is greeted with a sight worthy of preserving; pussy soaked and swollen, still needy for him.

With the toy in one hand, Jeongguk reaches over to your bedside table. Grabs the Polaroid. Watches on with a fond smile as you giggle at his actions.

"Really?" You raise a brow, against your forehead so you can shyly cover your eyes if needs be. You don't hide your smile though.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispers, pointing the camera to the mess between your legs. Presses down on the shutter, and lets the mechanical whir echo into the room. "My pretty girl."

In classic Jeongguk fashion, he nips the Polaroid with his teeth as it prints, just so he can take another shot.

Reaching for your hand, you're not really sure what he's gonna do with it. What you are sure of is the fact that you'll let him do whatever he likes with it.

Much to your surprise, he simply holds it. Positions your linked hands on top of the ruffled duvet, and takes the shot. Says nothing. Kind of hard to, given that that other damn Polaroid is still between his teeth.

Instead, he lets you take the camera from him. There can't be more than a couple of shots left, but you don't check. Just hold your hand out. Are aiming the be touching his chest, but he takes your hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss, instead. Aiming the camera from his belly button upwards, the picture you take hides the sin that's really occurred – and yet it couldn't feel more apt.

"Such a gent," you giggle as the photo prints. You set the camera back on your bedside table, and pull Jeongguk down to meet you. A nudging of noses occurs, because you are you and Jeongguk is Jeongguk. He smiles. Giggles.

"How did I ever live without you," he simpers, kissing you softly. There's a star-like quality to him in the aftermath of your orgasm. There would have been, even if he, himself, hadn't finished. In fact, he only ever finishes these days by making sure you do.

"It's a miracle," you agree.

There's no talk of the rules that were broken. There will be, eventually, but you're both telling yourselves it didn't count. You didn't fuck . Barely even touched one another. Mutual masturbation; one of the oldest birds in the book. Revision, some may call it. Cheating, others may view it as.

"C'mon," he eventually whispers after an eternity of being curled up beside you. "Let's get cleaned up, then bed, yeah?"

"You staying?"

"Well, I hadn't planned on leaving," Jeongguk smiles. "Unless you want me to?"

"No. Stay. Please."

As he nestles his nose into the crook of your neck, the scent of your hair products lingering ever so subtly, Jeongguk finds he likes it just as much as he loves your perfume. Hums. Says nothing, just presses a soft kiss to your throat.

Stay , he thinks. Knows that he'd love to do nothing more.

"Hey," you whisper, toying with a little bit of his hair.

It's a small word. Insignificant. A greeting uttered in passing to strangers and lovers alike – yet when Jeongguk is curled up against your body, his chronic need to have you near manifesting in the way he's unable to let you go, it's entirely different. It's no longer just a greeting. It's acceptance. This is life, now.

That's what you're saying hello to. Not to him, but to how things are.

And to be welcomed with such warmth? Such tenderness?

It's like giving Jeongguk a key.

He knows you've been his home for quite some time, but there's always been a fear he could get evicted, or that someone else might move in. That the bricks and mortar could come crashing down.

With a key comes permanence. Permission to help reinforce the walls. Safeguard the house from hurricanes.

In his fantasies, fueled by your perfume, Jeongguk is home.

Trapped in his domestic delusions, Jeongguk is home .

Bare feet on cold kitchen tiles in the midst of winter, Jeongguk is home.

Coffee steeping in a pot, the sound of your record collection humming out from the next room over, Jeongguk is home.

Sash windows ajar to let in fresh air and give him permission to complain about the energy bill, Jeongguk is home .

Your simpering smile as his arms wrap around his waist, early morning sun framing you both in a glimmering brilliance, Jeongguk is home.

The sway of your bodies in time to the music, no care for a world outside of those four walls, Jeongguk is home.

You're always older in these fantasies. Him, too. Working 9-5s. Have a dog. Have everything you need. Have each other.

"Hey."

The echo of his voice vibrates against you; a reminder that even the smallest of interactions with Jeongguk have the power to shatter you completely.

You think of the stars that linger in the night skies, and how they disintegrate in nothingness. Know that if Jeongguk were ever to see you collapse like that, he'd use his bare hands to hold you together. Much like the grip he has on your body, he keeps you secure, no matter what.

"Tomorrow," you begin quietly. "You have work?"

Nodding, he groans a little.

"Same," you sigh. "Evening shift."

"Grab coffee before you start?" He offers. "I'll probably head off early in the morning. Need to go to the gym, considering you're not helping me out with cardio these days."

Laughing at the crassness of his remark, you find yourself comfortably smitten with the current state of affairs.

"Yeah, we can grab coffee," you confirm. "Walk me to work?"

"Was planning on it."

"Good," you smile. "Was just checking."

It's not like you expected any less. He always walks with you when you get coffee together before a shift. Makes no change now, even if the nature of what you have going on has altered ever so slightly.

Or, so you tell yourself.

See, when Jeongguk meets you the next day, everything is exactly as it was.

Laughter is shared between you, like the sips of each other's coffees that are exchanged when you go rogue and order a coconut coffee instead of your usual Americano.

"Tastes like shit," he tells you, decidedly not a fan.

"So you don't want to kiss me?" You tease.

"I do," he counters. "But I'm scared your little group of Ajummas will see us and rain hell down upon me again."

"If they do, it's cause you deserve it," you laugh. "You're not in their bad books anymore."

"No?"

"Well, it's been a while since I last gave them the down-low. Truth be told, I think Minsu will have a heart attack if I tell her."

"It's the tattoos, isn't it?" He pouts, not really caring in the slightest. "I'll wear long sleeves around them."

And as a surprise to Jeongguk, you slip your fingers between his. Pull his hand up and nod towards the ink on his knuckles. Say, "Gloves, too."

"You just wanted to hold my hand," he teases, not letting go as you try to drop your grasp.

Smug, you don't give him a direct response. Just shrug. Let your hand settle comfortably, his thumb resting on top of yours.

Jeongguk uses it to his advantage, pulling you down a side street. Part of you thinks he's just after that kiss you mentioned, but he quickly says, "Wanna show you something."

The roads are familiar to you. You're not too far from work, in the downtown area. These streets look different in daylight, typically only traipsed down by you in the dark of night, often in a drunken stupor. The way Jeongguk has you feeling – all giddy and giggly – isn't too dissimilar from a star fucker heading straight into your bloodstream.

Takes you a second to realise the direction you're heading in, until it becomes far more apparent.

In the distance sits the empty unit Jeongguk has had his eye on for as long as you've known him. The FOR LET signs have changed. They're no longer yellow.

Now, they're red.

And they read FOR SALE.

Easing to a halt, Jeongguk nods towards the derelict building. Says nothing. Lets the mid-afternoon traffic on the main road a few streets over soundtrack the melancholy ache in his chest.

"Y'know, I just thought it was up for lease for so long because the economy is bad," he says softly. Purses his lips. Looks down towards you, then back up at the building.

It's easy to imagine the place bustling. Lights on, Jeongguk's laughter echoing from the rafters. The sound of sizzling meat fills your ears, and the clink of glasses being cheered creating the perfect harmony.

Truthfully, you've no idea how Jeongguk would decorate it. Just know whatever he chooses would be perfect.

"So why has it been empty for so long?" You enquire.

He takes a second to form his response. Hasn't told anyone yet. Not even Yoongi.

"The owners passed away," Jeongguk exhales. "I'd spoken with them a few times, and I, uh... Yeah, I didn't know it had happened. Anyway, their son inherited it and-" he nods to the new signage "-has no interest in keeping the place."

There's a devastation in his tone that breaks your heart. The puzzle pieces begin to fall into place, but you wish they wouldn't.

"So what does it me-"

"Means that my business proposal is void in the eyes of the bank. The loan was good to go, just had to sign a few documents," Jeongguk hangs his head down as he talks, ashamed, almost, for taking so long to get his shit together. If he'd have just been faster . More pro-active. Gone to school earlier... He could have done so many things differently. Eventually, he looks up. Shrugs. Continues, "Majority of the loan was intended to be used on the premises. Without it, the business plan and expenditure predictions all fall apart. Bank won't touch the application with a ten-foot pole, now."

"So," you say quietly, fully intending on following it up with more words, but find yourself falling short. You know exactly what this means, yet you fear speaking it into existence.

Jeongguk's come to terms with it. Sort of.

"So," he nods. "Loans gone."

And with it, so has his dream.

"But can't you-"

"Trust me, B, if you've thought of it, so have I. Been wracking my brains how to raise enough capital, but I'm in no position to buy the building outright," he tells you.

"There must be another building-"

"B, this building is the dream."

You know, in your heart of hearts, that Jeongguk is responding emotionally right now, even if he is delivering it as facts.

His dream is his restaurant.

He can build it no matter which four walls it's within.

But the whole point of a dream is to have everything you want. So yeah, he is being a little defeatist right now, but you can't blame him.

"So what are you gonna do about it?" You ask, because he's clearly not after advice right now.

And yet he shrugs. Quietly admits, "Don't know."

Accepting his answer, you choose not to press down on the wound too hard. Instead, you ask when he found out.

"Pohang," he sighs. "On the drive there."

You loosen your grip on his hand and slink an arm around his waist. Squeeze.

You're content when he drapes his arm over your shoulders and does the same thing back.

"I'm sorry," you offer, because it's all you can do right now.

"Not your fault," he says, pressing a kiss to your head. "I'll figure it out, B. I always do."

Turning your head, you stand on your tippy toes. Wait for him to turn his head a little lower. Smile as his lips press against yours for just a moment. Eyes closed as he pulls away, there's a radiance to him despite the rainfall of bad luck he's experienced.

A kiss fixes nothing, but it does make him feel so much better.

"I know you will," you agree. Don't doubt him for a second.

"C'mon," he insists, taking your hand once more, heading for the main road. "You'll be late."

You won't be. Jeongguk just doesn't wanna dwell on it any longer. Was unsure if he was even gonna tell you about what happened. Is a little embarrassed.

But if there's one thing about Jeongguk, it's that he commits.

Committed to his dream. Committed to seeing it through, regardless of the outcome.

And more recently, even if nothing has formally been declared, he committed himself to you, too.

The topic of conversation is changed to something far lighter – Yoongi and Seoyeon's wedding – with the both of you deciding that honesty is not the best policy when it comes to your friends.

"Not yet," you admit when Jeongguk asks if you want to share the change in status from 'just friends'. "Sort of want to indulge in it for a while, you know?"

Jeongguk smiles. Makes no change to life as it has been, if you choose to keep a lid on things for now. Both of you want to focus on their big day. It should be all about them.

As ring bearer, Jeongguk has a vital role to play. One of the few roles, actually.

Seoyeon elected not to have bridesmaids, opting for her older sister to be her Maid of Honour. Likewise, Yoongi's opted to have just a best man, and picked his brother for the role. Easier that way. Less people to offend, and more focus where it should be – on the couple you're all celebrating.

Jeongguk only scored the gig as keeper of the rings because Seoyeon thought he needed a purpose – something to look forward to – after the breakdown of his friendship with Hayun all those months ago. Kind of remarkable, how much has changed since then, but neither Yoongi nor Seoyeon wanted to take the privilege away from him.

Credit where it's due; they've never met a more diligent man for the role. Every few weeks, he texts Yoongi, and asks him to check if the rings are safe.

They remain where they always are: in the safe hidden under the bed in the spare room.

Jeongguk doesn't think it's a very good hiding place. Tells Yoongi so, every single time he confirms they're safe.

"Got your suit sorted?" You ask, curious about what he'll be wearing.

"Mhhm," he hums. "Got your dress sorted?"

"Mhmm," you hum right back.

"Colour?" Jeongguk checks, just so he can be prepared.

Seoyeon had sent out a colour palette which had, admittedly, helped you narrow down your choices – but sage green and deep teal weren't colours you wore too often. All options felt a little bit alien to you.

"You'll see," you simply smile, not really wanting to give anything away – after all, you've something to prove now. A man to impress (even if he is seemingly entranced, no matter what you wear).

"Tease," he pouts – but when you ask him the same question, he smirks and says, "You'll see."

When you round the corner towards your place of work, you both separate a little. It isn't discussed, nor premeditated, just a habit.

The pretence of being just friends still lingers, even if his eyes sparkle as he says goodbye, like the glitter on his skin catching in the mid-afternoon sun. He bites down on his bottom lip. Lets his ring do the thing. Keeps looking back even as he walks away.

Turns out, you are late for work, only by a couple of minutes, and not Jeongguk's fault at all.

It's all yours, and the fact you refused to stop watching him walk away until he was out of sight entirely, your hand twiddling with silver bird around your neck.

You're reminded of winter. Christmas. The gift he'd given you that wear with pride, and the chopping board that sits next to his stovetop that had been intended to live inside his restaurant.

"Hobes," you call out as you make your way into the art café, not caring for any punters who may overhear. "I need your help."

He cocks a brow. "Nice to see you, Hoseok. How are you? How's your day been?"

Rolling your eyes as you set your bag down, you counter his sarcasm with a bribe you know he won't refuse.

"I'm asking Namjoon for help, too – are you in, or not?"

He narrows his eyes, mainly so you can't see his pupils dilating at the mere mention of his terribly hidden crush.

"You're a witch," he assures you.

"And it's why you love me," you smirk. "Now are you gonna help me or not?"

Tossing his phone down onto the desk, he relents. Was always gonna help you, but was always gonna be a little tricky about it. Typical him. "Fine. Tell me your spells."

"We've got an issue."

"Hm?" You sleepily mumble into your phone, rudely awoken from an evening nap that probably would have ended up turning into sleep had it not been for the violent buzz of Jeongguk blowing up your phone.

"It's Yoongi."

"What?!" You gasp, bolting upright from your relaxed position. "What do you mean?"

Just a few hours until midnight hits, it's the day before the wedding.

"He forgot the rings-"

"Oh my god," you practically yell into the phone. "Lead with that next time, Gguk! I thought something awful had happened!"

"It has!" He whines, and you just know he's pouting. "Ring bearer is my job; without the rings, I have nothing ."

"Okay, so are you gonna do anything about it?" You groan through the telephone, far too tired for his indecisions.

"Yep. Gonna get them," he tells you.

"You mean to tell me you had that planned already?" You deadpan.

"Well, yeah."

"God, I'm gonna kill you when I see you next," you half laugh, half mumble, trying to fight a yawn. "Woke me for nothing."

"Okay, well, hurry up," he says, dismissing your threat of murder. "I'm parked outside your place-"

"What?!"

"You didn't answer my texts!"

"Because I was sleeping ."

"And now you're not," he says, and you just know he's got a smug little grin on his pretty face. How can you refuse?

"I'll be down in five."

In his car, Jeongguk is radiant. Has missed you over the past few days. Wanted to spend time with you, but didn't wanna have too much of a good thing.

Yoongi had called him in a panic about half an hour ago. Already at the wedding hotel with their families, neither he nor Seoyeon could leave to go and get the rings. Luckily for them, Jeongguk was quite possibly the best choice they could have made regarding their wedding. Offered to go and get the rings before Yoongi had even finished his sentence.

He'll keep them safe up until the ceremony.

The thing is, the drive to their home takes an absolute age – and he misses you. Of course he was gonna ask you to come with.

"Sorry for waking you," he offers as you pop his door open, sinking into the passenger seat. He can see your sleepiness in your eyes, and the way you carry yourself. Posture sloped, he knows you must have been cosy.

"It's okay," you reassure him with a sleepy smile, body clad in a pair of leggings and one of his shirts.

He reaches over. Holds your cheek. Reconfirms how enamoured he is when your eyes close, head leaning into his touch.

"You can sleep if you want," he says. Feels quite bad, now.

"The quicker you start driving, the quicker I can go back to bed," you smile softly, even if your words are a little snippy. You don't mean to them be, and he knows this, so he smiles back.

"Right you are."

The drive is everything you'd expect it to be: roads pretty empty, skies dark, light pollution obscuring the stars. He's got a chilled playlist humming through his speakers, encouraging you to sleep again, but you're restless. Have something on your mind that you desperately want to ignore – but if you can't share things with Jeongguk, what on earth is all this for?

You're nearly at Yoongis by the time you eventually blurt out, "Hayun messaged me."

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment. Frowns. "Saying?"

Part of you thinks her message is the reason for your grouchiness. Tiredness, too. Sleeping to avoid dealing with it.

"Some bollocks about getting off on the wrong foot," you sigh. Wasn't even that bad, even if it was total bullshit. "Reckons she doesn't want things to be awkward tomorrow, so was offering a white flag."

Hayun has presented Jeongguk with many flags in the time he's known her – and none of them have ever been anything other than red.

"Okay," he nods. Doesn't wanna say too much but fears saying too little, too. "Did you reply?"

"No," you admit.

"Are you going to?"

"Feel like I should."

"But do you want to?"

"No."

"Then don't, B," he says softly. Shrugs. "It's not like you owe her anything."

"Yeah, but if I don't reply, then I'm the one being difficult," you stew. Danbi had told you to ignore it, but you're a chronic people-pleaser. If you can ease a situation, you'll try to. "I just don't want drama. Especially not tomorrow."

"There won't be," he assures you. Genuinely thinks you needn't worry, but knows it's far easier said than done. "Look, Hayun is a lot of things, but she's not the type to ruin one of her best friends' weddings just because she's jealous of someone."

"Jealous?" You almost scoff. Of all Hayun's gripes with you, jealousy has never seemed to be one of them.

"Jealous," he nods. Thinks it's obvious. You're the artsy one – surely you realise that red hides green. Obscures it. Balances it out on the surface, but beneath it all, the green remains. "You've got something she can't have, B – and she doesn't like that."

"Are you trying to say she wants my tits?" You chirp, deliberately playing dumb, but also because you know she's gorgeous . It's the only department you think you come up trumps in. Stupidly wanna remind him of it.

"Probably," Jeongguk smirks. Reaches over. Squeezes one. Loves the way you feel. "Mhmm. Yeah, definitely ."

Laughing, you swat his hand away, pleased that he doesn't take the occasionally petty nature of your reactions too seriously. There's an ease to Jeongguk that remedies your woes. Makes everything feel a little effortless; like you aren't restricted by the gravity of this planet. With him, you're floating. Free. Orbiting around him, 'cause there's nothing that centres you more than he does.

Not letting your hand go, Jeongguk brings your knuckles to his lips. Presses a sincere kiss against them. Says, "I'm not gonna force you to be friends with her. Do what feels right to you."

And see, it's funny, 'cause Jeongguk treats you with such compassion, the only thing that feels right is telling him to pull over so you can show him exactly how thankful you are.

You won't.

But you want to.

Truthfully, you want him in the most explicit of ways. Want him to pull into a layby, not even off the main road. Want to be in his lap, lips on his. Want his hands all over your body, the sound of his stereo pale compared to the harmony of how you whine for one another.

Almost as if you've conditioned yourself, your brain tells you , 'that's not very friendly' .

The thoughts get you crossing your legs, and gently reclaiming ownership of your hand.

"Unless you want to be friends with her?" Jeongguk questions, aware of the way you're closing off.

"No," you say without any malice. "There's no point."

"If she bothers you tomorrow," he glances over to catch your expression, and is pleased to see a light smile on your face as you look towards the dark road ahead. "Just come find me."

"We not gonna be keeping a distance?" you hum, having understood that Jeongguk wasn't keen on other people knowing just yet.

And while it's true, he wants to hold on to your little affair for a while longer without the intrusion of outside opinions, it doesn't mean ignoring you entirely.

"Would we be keeping a distance normally, B?" He questions.

"Well, no."

"Exactly. Would be weirder if we were avoiding one another, wouldn't it?"

He's got a good point. You tell him so.

"What was that?" he grins, because you did not , in fact, tell him so. You grumbled an incoherent noise that was supposed to indicate that he made a good point. It also meant admitting you were being a little overdramatic and didn't want to do that.

"You heard."

"I didn't."

"Should get your ears checked."

"B," Jeongguk laughs. "Just admit I'm right."

"No."

It's the principle, more than anything, that makes you not want to give in. You also enjoy the flirt of it all, but you'll never admit to that weakness.

"I'm right," he tells you – and something about his confidence has your brain back on your desire to have him pull over.

As he knocks the indicator to turn up the road to Yoongi's home, you're thankful that you'll be out of the car soon. Know that there's no way you could have survived any longer in there with him.

"You're a right dickhead," you banter as he comes to a stop. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you don't hesitate to open the side door.

"What's gotten into you?" He laughs, softly closing his door without much fuss, following you up towards the house.

"Nothing!" you almost whine. "I mean-"

"You wanna fuck me, don't you?"

The question is so abrupt that it stops you in your tracks.

"Oh my God."

"Oh, don't play coy," he laughs, reaching for your waist.

The only reason he even knows that sex is the issue is 'cause the lack of it has been making him act all irrational, too. Finds relief that he's not the only one going insane.

You shake him off. "I'm not playing anything ."

"Yes, you are," he continues laughing, and paws out for you again. This time, there's a little less resistance, but you eventually rid yourself of him. "B, c'mon. I know you. I know your tells."

"You know nothing," you insist. "And I'm actually getting away from you, not trying to get in your pants."

"Only 'cause you don't trust yourself to be too close," he smirks, gripping your wrist. It's firmer, this time. Dominant, when he pulls you back. Turns you. Gets your chest pressed up against his. "That's it, isn't it? You want me."

"I don't want anything."

"No?"

"No."

"Shame," he husks, nudging his pretty little nose against yours. "If I'd have known how insatiable you'd be tonight, I wouldn't have gotten off to videos of you earlier. "

"You did what?!"

"What?" He smirks. "The ones of us. You filmed them for a reason."

"And you-"

"Uh-huh," he nods, the position of his nestled nose deepening as his voice softens. "Came so hard."

"Fuck."

"You should watch them," he tells you. "See how pretty you are when you're taking my cock."

"Gguk," you exhale.

"Pretty all the time," he admits. Sinks his lips into yours without objection. Keeps his lips on yours even as he talks. "But fuck, B. Should see yourself cum."

"So that's why you're with me?" You challenge, 'cause it's either that or your start babbling on about how much you like him, too. "'Cause you like my cum face?"

"Mhmm," he nods. Kisses you again. "Why else would I be with you?"

Neither of you discusses the fact that you aren't technically together, even if saying it makes you feel like your blood is on fire, scorching through your veins with unrelenting force.

"My big-"

"Tits?"

"Brain," you correct. "Tits, too."

"I like 'em both," he tells you – and then he's kissing you again, palms to your cheeks, tongue invasive, moans vibrating. "So much, B."

The isolation of Yoongi's property provides you both with a luxury you've never had before: the chance to kiss him like you mean it out in the open. There's no hiding what's happening. No quick glances to check you're in the clear, and no need to fear getting caught. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, standing on the very tip of your toes as the sensation of what it's like to kiss Jeongguk takes hold of you once more; the roughness of his lips as they forget to be gentle, and the pressure of his metal lip ring against your skin. His hands roam. Squeeze. Sink beneath the hemline of your shirt; hold your waist but desperately fight the need to hold your tits instead.

"Gguk," you pant a little breathlessly. "We can't."

"Says who?" He whines into your mouth, pulling your lips back to his.

"Says us," you giggle, sinking back down from your elevated height, soft palms on his cheeks. There's a blushed plumpness to his lips, a little swollen from how he'd been kissing you as if it was the last chance he'd ever have.

There's a wateriness to his eyes, even in the dark. The porch lights shine in his eyes, and it's about now that you notice your glitter all over his skin. Even if you play 'friends' at the wedding, there's no mistaking whose hotel room he's gonna end up in after the reception.

"We'll stop off at a convenience store on the way home," you tell him softly. "Grab snacks. Make this date three. A mini-road trip."

"That's cheating," he pouts.

"So pull something out of your ass," you grin. "If you wanna hurry this ordeal along, then you gotta make this a date. Now c'mon. Let's get the rings."

Jeongguk relents. Lets you pull away, and drag him by the hand up to the house. Unlike your apartments in the heart of the city, Yoongi's front door operates with a good old lock and key, instead of a pin pad. There's a nostalgia to the crisp sound of metal grating against itself as Jeongguk twists the lock, opening the door.

Shoes off, you let Jeongguk lead the way up to the spare room.

You've only ever been in there once. Christmas. Part of you feels guilty, as if it will remind him of the gift and the situation with the restaurant.

If it does, he doesn't mention it. Other than a few mumbles narrating what he's doing, he doesn't say anything – "Safe's under the bed. Think I 'member the code. Hold on. Shit. Ah, wait, no. There we go."

He checks the boxes and ensures the rings sit prettily in their cushions. Custom designed, Yoongi had gotten a friend within the local craft industry to make them. The perks of his work meant that Yoongi had connections in all of the creative fields over the city, and it has proven insanely helpful when planning a wedding.

It's a get-in, get-out operation. Neither of you want a particularly late night, not with the wedding tomorrow.

There are, remarkably, some things you deem more important than your need to have Jeongguk inside you. The wedding is one of these things.

You're maybe twenty from home, when Jeongguk says, "Stay at mine tonight."

"Hm?"

He repeats himself, a little louder. "Stay at mine tonight, B. No funny business."

You never stopped from snacks. Date three never materialised, because Jeongguk has solid plans for it. As much as he wants the dates over and done with, he also wants to spend with you. Doesn't want to hurry them along all the time. Just most of the time.

"Alright," you eventually concede. "Take us home."

[nixie-writes]

Can we have poly relationship with vortex and bee 🥺 ? With gn neutral reader

I love their relationship, they're so cute I adore Bee

-Bee is happily squished between you and Vortex. She gives you both equal attention and loves to show you both off.

-she'll throw parties just to have an excuse to have you both visit her. She'll use too much confetti solely to tell you both she has a "rainbow in my vagina" she's trying to flirt.

-surprisingly Bee is bad at flirting, she just blushes and stumbles on her words when she's trying to flirt with one of you so the other has to swoop in and be like "she's doing her best please tell you that you love her"

-Bee and Vortex respect your pronouns!! It doesn't have to be pride month for them to celebrate your identity. They both love you regardless of your pronouns and they both encourage you to be open about who you are.

-when you're with Vortex he likes to take you and Bee to cafes and get you both whatever coffee you want. Bee always slips a little Beezeljuice into your coffees so you can get tipsy and have a fun time.

-when it's Bee's turn to take you and Vortex out she takes you to visit Belphagor, who has party drugs, and because she has you two with her Belphagor gives in and lets you three have some.

-any time Bee is chastised for anything you and Vortex get in the middle of it, telling whoever is heckling her to suck a dick and some hugs and cheek kisses cheers her right back up.

-you're also friends with Loona! You're aware of her crush on Vortex and you get a little defensive at first, but when she understood he was a taken hound and stopped pursuing him you were great friends with her, encouraging her to make friends and meet other hounds she might like.

[artemis-moonsilver]

Opinions No One Asked For™️: Palia NPC Edition

Auni: I love this kid. I want him to think of me as a cool older sister or cool aunt. I bring him bugs every chance I get

Ashura: I want him to be my dad. Genuinely love him. Serious contender to be my Shepp

Badruu: He really turned the puns up to 11. I love him. Also want him to be my dad. And possibly my Shepp

Caleri: I wasn't too sure about her, but after getting to know her, I feel like we have quite a few similarities. Definitely want to be her friend. Could she be my Shepp? 👀

Chayne: I find him so calming. He also feels dad-like to me. 100% want him as a support figure/father figure regardless of who I choose as my Shepp

Delaila: Love talking to her. Really want to get to know her better at this point (but 100% want her to win all the prizes at farmers markets/festivals)

Einar: Absolutely adorable and I love him. Only platonically tho. I will give him as many Gils and shiny rocks as he wants

Elouisa: I wasn't sure at first, but I LOVE her unhinged theories. I want to be her best friend. I will investigate all the paranormal things with her. Contender for my Shepp. Girl let's go ghost hunting

Eshe: So snobby. So bougie. So bitchy. I wish she could be my Shepp 😫 (if only because it would be entertaining)

Hassian: First impressions? What an asshole. After some time, I am...intrigued. I want to figure him out. I want to know why he is the way he is. Also fucking love Tau, the gooodest boi

Hekla: Honestly... she freaked me out a little for a long time. I'm slowly coming around though

Hodari: Listen, I get it. I see where you all are coming from. But man's just not my type 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jel: Oh Jel, my beloved. I'm not exactly subtle about it. This man is my husband. Sad, skinny, pathetic, dramatic, goth guys are My Type™️. Would marry him like, yesterday 🥀😫🪡🖤😍

Jina: At first I wasn't sure, but the more I talk to her, I'm like, "Jina, my bestie." I'm a PhD student. I feel you. Also, WOMEN IN STEM, HELL YEAH!!!! I have a feeling we're gonna be great friends

Kenji: Not a fan of your extremely privileged life ("Have you tried inheriting property?" 😐😐😐) or the invasive chapaa situation... but I also don't dislike him as much as I thought. I feel like he's playing a role he doesn't really want to, but still enjoying/expecting the high life for little to no effort

Kenyatta: She should be my best friend. I was put off at first, but she is the coolest. I see quite a few aspects of myself in her

Nai'O: I feel like he's the sweetest boi ever. I'm both like, "He deserves better than Kenyatta" and "Kenyatta is good for him." Perhaps the most wholesome NPC

Najuma: I also want to be the cool older sister and/or cool aunt that she never had. This kid is a badass and smart as hell. I wish my friendship with her was better already

Reth: This man. I love him. I'm not sure if it's platonic or romantic yet. All I know is he's one of my favourite NPCs to talk to. He's funny, he's flirty, he's got a Tragic Backstory™️. I'm here for this soup boi whether he wants it or not

Sifuu: Two words: Bad. Ass. It's a crime that we can't romance her. I really want to ask her to be my Shepp, but I'm not sure it's a good fit

Tamala: I'm sorry, Tamala besties, but I just don't like her 😭 I really wanted to like her so bad, but her aggressive flirting paired with her unwillingness to consider me a friend/equal just rubs me the wrong way

Tish: Absolutely beautiful person. I want to be her bffl. That is all

Zeki: Crime Cat, my beloved. He is the most entertaining Shepp option (imo). He's got an eye patch, a gold tooth, and shady practices. I find him amusing. I want him to like me. Share his (dubiously acquired) riches with me. Please accept me into the black market. I won't tell, but I can't promise I'll participate (I probably will 👀)

[windybreeze12]

I am so very late sksksksk but you have asked, and I shall provide. Welcome to today's episode of A Fangirl's Analysis of DBD and today we have:

Edwin and The Cat King

okay now listen to me. I love payneland so much. I think they're amazing both romantically and platonically. BUT GOD THESE TWO.

I am very sick and tired of people trying to hate on this pair because honestly it's like we didn't watch the same damn show. Yes he's old beyond comprehension and yes he is very much attracted to Edwin (and to an extent vice-versa) but yall are completely overlooking the fact that without the Cat King and his infatuation with Edwin, most of the things that happened in DBD wouldn't have happened. Dare I say, all of the events of DBD.

Yes, it was the Cat King who was also the reason for the boys to go through all the events both good and bad but can we please stop forgetting that he also actively (actively) tried his best to help Edwin (and Crystal and Charles by association).

And can we also please stop overlooking the fact that even though Edwin is a teenager in a physical sense, he is very much emotionally, mentally, and in every other way, a hundred years old. Now, if Edwin were still as emotionally mature as a 16 year old, there would some ethical issues but we can very well see that this is not the case.

I find the Cat King to be a wildly interesting character. A fun sort of anti-hero if you will. A mischievous, fun-loving, playful and flirtatious character who's pining led to his boo being sent to hell (which honestly i find hilarious). Despite his sort of unpredictable nature, he still has a strong moral code and follows through with it. And we can also see that he is actively trying to woo Edwin like mans is showing up with vital pieces of information and saving Edwin just so he'll like him back. He's absolutely pathetic and I love him.

I love love love the last interaction we get between Edwin and the Cat King when he gives Edwin the lilies in honour of Niko. In that scene, it's subtle but clear that both characters have changed. It's obvious that Edwin has changed but it's also obvious that the Cat King has changed. Rewatching that scene i just keep finding new things and UGH. One important thing that stood out for me were the increasingly soft smiles he gave Edwin. These were less flirtatious and more understanding. Like he had already come to terms with the fact that Edwin would be leaving and mostly likely would have a different romantic path (maybe Charles) than him. Yes he is still very much a flirt and still trying to woo Edwin (because characters dont change like that overnight) but he does so with respect and boundaries. When Edwin didn't go in to hug him, he backed away. It's also super fun noticing how the Cat King kept freaking glancing at Edwin's lips when he was talking about how lonely they are.

And at the very end, when Edwin told him that he forgot to count himself, the smirk the Cat King gives Edwin is much less flirtatious and much more like the kind of smirk that someone would give when seeing someone as an equal.

Overall, I find Edwin and the Cat King's relationship to be extremely intriguing and very interesting to talk about and your honour, I love them.

Wanna see more interest dynamics like this? WATCH DEAD BOY DECTECTIVES!!! It's got dynamics like this and more and it DOES NOT deserve to be cancelled so please please PLEASE go watch it <3