#so it's all been going out to eat and then today i made rice and lentils in the rice cooker and the electric pressure cooker

[rubylace]

PART 1. FIRST SUMMERS

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pairing: musician!jay x reader (f) updated hybe idols . yeonjun txt, yunjin lsrfm, nagyung fromis9

genre: coming-of-age, new adult, personal growth, sexual tension, fams dynamic, lovehate

wordcount: 37k (the longest I've ever made istg)

warning: harsh words

a/n: I'm using his real identity, to stay realistic bc it also has to do with his favorite lover - guitar. so don't put it to heart the bad side fyi I dare not be jealous ok love ya 𖹭

A car nearly hit you as you practically floated across the street in a daze after leaving the attorney's office. All these years, you’d tried so hard not to think about him. Now, he was all you could think about. Flashes of him invaded your mind. His dark hair, his laughter, the strum of his guitar, the deep sadness and disappointment in his gorgeous eyes the last time you saw him 9 years ago.

You was never supposed to face him again, let alone own a house with him. Living with Jay was not an option, even if just for the summer. It was probably more like there wasn’t a chance in hell that Jay was going to agree to share a house with you. Whether you liked it or not, though, the beach house in Newport was common property now. Not yours. Not his. Fifty-fifty.

“What the hell was Ameryn thinking?” You’d always known she cared deeply about him, but there was no way you could have predicted the extent of her generosity. He wasn’t even related to you, but she’d always thought of him as her grandson. You picked up your phone and scrolled down to Nagyung’s name. When she picked up, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Where are you?” you asked.

“On the west side. Why?”

“Can you meet up? I really need to talk to someone.”

“Are you okay?”

Your mind went blank before slowly filling again with fragmented thoughts of Jay. Your chest tightened. He hated you. You’d avoided him for so long, but you was really going to have to face him now. Nagyung’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Are you still there?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine, where are you again?”

“Meet me at the falafel place. We’ll have an early dinner and talk about whatever is going on.”

“Okay. See you in ten.”

Nagyung was a fairly new friend, so she knew little about your childhood or teen years. You taught together at a local charter school in Providence. You had taken today off to meet with your grandmother’s attorney, the smell of cumin and dried mint saturated the air inside of the fast food Nagyung waved from a corner booth, a piled-high styrofoam container of tahini covered chicken kabobs and rice already planted in front of her.

“You’re not gonna get anything to eat?” she asked with her mouth full, a dollop of yogurt sauce coated the side of her mouth.

“No. I’m not hungry. Maybe I’ll take something to go on the way out. I just needed to talk.”

“What is going on?” your throat felt parched.

“Actually, I need something to drink first. Hang on.” The room felt like it was swaying as you made your way to the refrigerator by the counter and returning from purchasing a bottle of water, you sat down and let out a deep breath. “I got some pretty crazy news today at the lawyer's office.”

“Okay…”

“So, obviously you know I went there because my grandmother passed away a month ago.”

“Yes.”

“I was just meeting with the attorney to go over her estate turns out she left me all of her jewelry and half of her summer house on Aquidneck Island.”

“What? The beautiful house in that picture on your desk?”

“Yeah. That’s the one. We’d always go there a lot in the summer when I was younger, but in recent years, she’d rented it out. The property had been in her family for generations. It’s older, but it’s beautiful and overlooks the water.”

“Y/n, that’s amazing. Why do you seem so upset?”

“Well…she left the other half to a guy named Jay Park.”

“Who is that?”

“He was just a boy I grew up with. My Ameryn took care of him while his parents worked. Jay’s house was on one side, mine was on the other, and Ameryn’s was in the middle.”

“So, he was kind of like a brother to you?”

“We were close for many years.”

“From the look on your face, I get the feeling that something changed?”

“You’d be right.”

“What happened?”

There was no way you could handle rehashing it all. Today had already been too much for you to absorb. You would give her a shorter version.

“Basically, I found out he was keeping something from me. And I freaked out. I’d rather not get into it. But let’s just say I was fifteen at the time and having a really hard time handling my hormones and my issues with my mother. I made a rash decision to move away and live with my dad.”

Swallowing the pain, you said, “I left everything behind in Providence and moved to New Hampshire.”

Thankfully, Nagyung didn’t pry as to what the secret was. That wasn’t the issue you needed to talk about today. It was more important for her to help you figure out your next step than for you to be opening old wounds.

“So, you basically ran away from it all rather than dealing with it.”

“Yeah. Ran away from my problems…and from Jay.”

“You haven’t spoken to him since?”

“After I left, there were several months where there was no contact. I felt so guilty about the way I handled things. I did eventually try to see him and apologize once I came to my senses, but by then it was too late. He didn’t want to see me or talk to me..”

“..I can’t say I blamed him. He’d moved on, got in with a different crowd and then eventually moved to New York soon after graduating high school. We just completely lost touch, but he stayed in contact with Ameryn apparently. She was like a second mom to him.”

“Do you know what’s become of him?”

“I haven’t looked him up. I’ve always been too scared to find out.”

“Well, we need to take care of that right now.” She put down her fork and dug inside her purse for her phone.

“Whoa? what are you doing?”

“You know I’m a self-proclaimed professional stalker.”

Nagyung smiled. “I’m looking him up on Insta. Jay Park, you said his name was? And he lives in NYC?”

Covering your eyes. “I can’t look. I won’t look. There are probably hundreds of guys named Jay Park out there anyway. You probably won’t find him.”

“What does he look like?”

“The last time I saw him, he was 16, so I’m sure he doesn’t look the same. He has messy hair, though.”

He was really cute. You can still see his face like it was yesterday. You could never forget it. Nagyung was reading aloud information for the different Jay popping up on Instagram. Nothing stood out until she said, “Jay Park, New York, musician at BAM Acoustic Guitar.”

Your heart dropped, and to your surprise, you could feel tears trying to fight their way through your eyelids. The emotions rising to the surface so fast were unsettling.

It was as if he’d come back from the dead. “What did you just say? Works where?”

“Just In Time Acoustic Guitar? Is that him?” The words wouldn’t come out, so you stayed silent, pondering the name it was the same one he’d always used even as a kid playing guitar on your street corner.

“That’s him,” you finally conceded.

“Oh my God, Y/n!”

Your heart started to pound faster. “What?”

“This guy is…”

“What? Tell me,” you practically yelled before downing the rest of your water.

“He’s gorgeous. Absolutely freaking gorgeous.” Covering your face, you said, “Please don’t tell me that.”

“Take a look.”

“I can’t.”

Before you could refuse again, Nagyung shoved the phone in front of your face. It shook in your hands as you took it. From what you could see in the one photo, he was beautiful just like you remembered, but at the same time, really different. Grown up.

He was wearing a gray beanie and had a fair amount of chin scruff that he was never able to grow when you knew him. In the profile pic, he was leaning into a guitar and looked like he was about to sing into a microphone. The look on his face was intense and gave you the chills. When you went to click on the other photos, it wouldn’t let you in because his profile was set to private.

Nagyung reached out for the phone. “He’s a musician?”

“I guess so,” you said, handing it back to her.

You muttered to yourself. ‘He used to write songs for me.’

“Are you going to contact him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I guess I don’t even know what to say to him. Whatever is meant to happen will happen. I’ll end up having to talk to him eventually. I’m just not gonna be the one to make the first move.”

“How exactly is this housing arrangement going to work anyway?”

“Well, the attorney gave me a set of keys and told me that another set was sent to Jay. Both of our names will be on the deed. Ameryn also set aside some money to be used for house repairs and maintenance to the property during the off season. I’m assuming he’s been made aware of all of the same info.”

“You don’t want to sell the house, right?”

“No way. There are too many memories, and it meant so much to Ameryn. I’m going to use it this summer and then maybe eventually rent it out if he agrees to it.”

“So, you have no idea how he plans to use his half? You’re just going to show up there in a few weeks, and if he’s there, he’s there, and if he’s not, he’s not?”

“Pretty much.”

“Oh, this is going to be interesting.”

*****

At 24, you was single again and starting a new life in Newport for the summer. Your teaching job in Providence afforded you summers off. Your hope was to find a temporary job for the season, but for now, you just wanted to enjoy a few weeks of relaxation.

Returning from downtown Newport with your bag of crustaceans one night, you noticed that the front door to the house was wide open.

“Did I forget to lock it? Was it the wind?” your heartbeat accelerated when you entered the kitchen to find a tall, leggy chick with short, cropped platinum blonde hair. She looked was stocking the cabinets. You cleared your throat.

“Hello?” She turned around before covering her chest.

“Oh my god. You scared me.”

Walking over to you smiling, she held out her hand. “I’m Yunjin”

With fine features, high cheekbones and that pixie cut, Yunjin could have been a model. You was the complete opposite from her physically with your long and dark hair, and curvy figure.

“I’m Y/n. Who are you?”

“I’m Jay's girlfriend.”

“Oh…I see. Where is he?”

“He just went to the market and the liquor store.”

“How long have you been here?”

“We just arrived about an hour ago.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Not sure really. We’re just gonna see where the summer takes us. Neither of us were expecting this development..you know, the house.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked down at the French-manicured toes peeking out of her heels.

“Do you work?”

“I’m an actress, actually on Broadway. Off Broadway for now. I’m in between jobs, but I’ll probably be going back and forth to New York for auditions. What do you do?”

“I’m a middle school teacher. So, I get the summers off.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.”

“Yeah. It’s fun.”

“Where does Jay work?”

“He works from home right now. He sells software. He can work from anywhere. He also performs. You know he’s a musician, right?”

“Actually, I don’t know much about him anymore.”

“What happened between you two anyway? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“He’s never told you anything about me?”

“Just that you grew up together and that you’re Mrs. A’s granddaughter. Honestly, he never mentioned you at all until we got that letter from the attorney.”

Even that was expected, it made you sad. “That’s no surprise.”

“Why do you say that?”

“It’s kind of a long story.”

“Did you guys ever date?”

“No. It was nothing like that. We were just good friends, but we drifted apart after I moved away.”

“I see. This whole thing is a little weird, right? I mean, inheriting a house like this out of nowhere?”

“Well, my grandma was very generous, and she loved Jay very much. My mom is her only child, and she loved Jay like a grandson, so—”

“Your grandma left the house to you and not your mom?”

“Mom and her had a bit of a falling out some years ago. Thankfully, they made amends before she died, but things were never really the same again.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks.”

Yunjin opened her arms to pull you into a casual hug. “Well, I really hope we can be friends. It will be nice to have a girl around to shop with, check out the island.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“I hope you’ll have dinner with us tonight?” You wasn’t ready to face him. You needed to make up a story and get out of here. “Actually, probably not tonight. I’d better be leaving.”

“That’s what you’re good at, isn’t it?” a deep voice you hardly recognized interrupted you from behind.

“What’s that?” you asked, swallowing nervously and refusing to turn around to look at him.

“Leaving,” he said louder. “That’s what you’re good at.”

Your breathing was ragged, but it was when you turned around that you nearly lost it. Jay was standing in front of you, and you swear it was like the boy you’d left behind had been swallowed up by a lean mass of muscle.

He just looked so different from what you remembered years ago. The anger on his face was transparent and somehow made him even more incredibly hot. It just would have been better if it weren’t directed toward you. His skin was a beautiful shade of bronze that complemented the natural golden streaks in his dark hair.

The smooth face you remembered was now rough. A rope and barb wire tattoo wrapped around his bicep. He was wearing camouflage cargo shorts with a tight white ribbed tank that hugged his chiseled chest. An indeterminate amount of time passed as you just took him in. Even though you was too stunned to say anything, your heart was screaming.

You knew deep down your reaction wasn’t just because of your physical attraction to him. It was because despite all of the changes, one thing had stayed exactly the same. His eyes. They reflected the same hurt that you remembered from the very last time you saw him. His name finally managed to roll off your tongue. “Jay…”

“Yes.” The deep, throaty sound of his voice vibrated through you.

“I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to show up.”

“Why wouldn’t I have?” he sneered.

“Well, I thought maybe you were avoiding me.”

“You’ve overestimated your significance to me. Of course, I was going to come. This is half my house.”

His words stung. “I didn’t say it wasn’t. It’s just, I hadn’t heard anything from you.”

“Interesting how that goes.”

Clearly uncomfortable with the sparring, Yunjin cleared her throat. “I was just asking Y/n if she wanted to have dinner with us tonight. Maybe you guys can catch up.”

“Apparently, she already has plans.” You turned to him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, because you’re holding a bag that smells like dirty snatch?”

“It’s fresh seafood.”

“Doesn’t smell very fresh to me.”

“God. We haven’t seen each other in five years, and this is how you act?”

You turned to Yunjin. “Is he always this rude?” Before she could answer, he cracked, “I guess you bring it out in me.”

“You think Ameryn would be happy right now with your attitude? Something tells me she didn’t leave us this house so that we could fight with each other.”

“She left us both this house because we each meant something to her that doesn’t mean we have to mean anything to each other. Anyway, if you cared so much about what she thought maybe you shouldn’t have run away.”

“That’s a low blow.”

“The truth hurts, I guess.”

“I tried to contact you, Jay. I–”

“I’m not talking about this now, Y/n.” He said, speaking through gritted teeth. “It’s old news.”

It was unnerving to hear him to calling the name like that. Aside from the very first day you’d met, he’d always called you Patch or Patchy. Hearing your name come out of his mouth felt like a slap in the face for some reason, like he was trying to emphasize how much you’d grown apart.

Jay went from hot to cold as he shut down, heading back outside to retrieve the groceries from his car but not before slamming the door behind him. You shuddered, looking over at Yunjin whose eyeballs were moving back and forth from side to side in confusion. “Well, that was a nice start,” you joked.

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve never seen him act like that toward anyone to be honest. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Believe it or not, I probably deserve it.”

The only thing worse than the rude reception he’d given you was his blatantly ignoring you during dinner and for the rest of that night. That hurt more than anything he could have ever said to you. You thought the evening was horrible, lack of sleep assured that the next morning was even worse. Apparently, Jay found a way to take out his anger by taking it out on Yunjin.

Let’s just say playing guitar wasn’t the only talent he’d fully developed over time. Yunjin's moaning in the middle of the night as Jay pounded into her woke you up in the middle of the night. The walls literally shook, it was impossible to go back to sleep after that.

You tossed and turned your thoughts alternating between rehashing Jay's words to you from earlier to imagining what that scene in the other room actually looked like.

You used the opportunity to admire his stature and the flawless skin of his defined, shirtless back. Black gym pants hugged his beautifully round a**. You never realized how incredible his a** was. Your physical attraction to him really irked me under the circumstances, but that didn’t stop you from checking him out.

Squinting, you unsuccessfully tried to figure out what it was. He startled you when he suddenly turned around and met you with an incendiary stare. “Do you always ogle people when you think they can’t see you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “How did you know I was standing here?”

“I could see your reflection in the window, genius.”

“You didn’t even flinch. I didn’t think you noticed me.”

“Clearly.”

“Are you trying to make me hate you or something? Because you’re doing a pretty damn good job.”

Jay didn’t answer your question. Instead, he just turned back around toward the window.

“Why do you do that?” you asked.

“Do what?”

“Say things to piss me off then shut down?”

He continued to speak to the window, “Would you rather I just continue to piss you off? I’m trying to get my anger in check with you, Y/n. You should be happy I know when to stop unlike some people.”

“Will you at least look at me when you’re talking to me?”

He turned around and walked toward me slowly then leaned his face in. You could feel his words on my lips when he asked, “Is this better? You’d rather me in your face like this?” you could practically taste his breath.

Your entire body felt weak from the close contact, so you backed away. “I didn’t think so,” he snarled. You walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, pretending to look for something. It annoyed you that your peaceful mornings were a thing of the past.

“You always get up this early?” you asked.

“I’m a morning person.”

“I can see that so bright and cheery,” you said, sarcastically.

“Some of us need sleep, though.”

“I slept just fine last night.”

“Oh, I know after you traumatized me. You must have passed out after all that screwing could you two have been any louder last night?”

“Well, excuse me. If I can’t f*ck in my own house where do you expect me to do it?”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t do it. Just be more respectful.”

“Define respect.”

“Doing it quietly.”

“Sorry. I don’t f*ck quietly.”

As much as you hated that answer, you somehow felt that those words would be repeating in your head later tonight.

“Forget it. Clearly, you don’t know the meaning of respect.”

“Respect you? Why? Because you’re not getting laid? Why don’t you hook up with some salty dude down at the dock? Maybe then you won’t care so much about other people’s business.”

“Salty dude?”

“Yeah. You know, the guys that live on the boats the ones who sell you that nasty fish you were eating last night.”

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes, refusing to dignify that comment with a response. He surprised you when he suddenly lifted the carafe. “Want some coffee?”

“Now you’re being nice?”

“No, I just figured you’re sticking around for some reason. It must be the coffee.”

“This is my kitchen.”

He winked. “Our kitchen.” Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, he asked, “How do you take yours?”

“Cream and sugar.”

“I’ll take care of it while you go put on a bra.”

You looked down at your b**bs which were hanging freely beneath your white t-shirt not expecting to run into him this early, you hadn’t thought to put one on. Too embarrassed to acknowledge the fact that he’d noticed, you went back to your room and got dressed when you returned he was back at the window drinking his coffee.

“Is this better?” you asked, referring to your dress. He turned around and gave you a once over.

“Define better. If better means I can’t see your tits anymore…yes, it’s better. If better, means you look better, that’s debatable.”

“What’s wrong with this?”

“It looks like you sewed it yourself.”

“Actually, it’s from one of the shops on the island. It is handmade.”

“Out of a potato sack?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe?”

He snickered. “Your coffee’s on the counter, raggedy ann.”

Your inclination was to try to come up with a comeback but then you realized that was probably what he wanted, you needed to kill him with kindness instead of showing your anger. “Thank you. That was nice of you to make it for me.”

You took a sip and immediately spit it out. “What did you put in this? It’s so strong!”

Instead of answering you, he just started to crack up. His laughter resonated through the kitchen and as much as you hated that it was at your expense, it was the first time he’d laughed. It took you back in time for a moment and served as the only real reminder that the smoking hot a**hole in front of you used to be your bestfriend.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s a bit strong. What is it?”

“It’s coffee fusion, actually.”

“What does that even mean?”

Jay sauntered over to the cabinet and took out a can and a package. “It’s my own recipe. Cuban coffee mixed with this one.” He pointed to the black packaging that had a white skull and crossbones on it.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s coffee. I order it online. Nothing else is caffeinated enough for me.”

“That’s why you wanted to serve it to me, wasn’t it? You knew I’d hate this concoction.”

He simply let out that raspy laugh of his again, except this time, he was laughing way harder than before. Yunjin entered the kitchen, wearing a long black t-shirt that must have been the one he wasn’t wearing.

“What’s so funny?” Jay's mischievous eyes peeked from behind his mug.

He snickered. “We were just having coffee.”

Yunjin shook her head. “You didn’t drink his mud, did you? I don’t know how he likes that stuff.” You reminded yourself of your plan to kill him with kindness. Taking another sip of the coffee, you nodded.

“Actually, at first taste, it was pretty strong, but I actually think I really like it.” It was disgusting.

“You’d better be careful. That sh*t is potent. Jay is immune to it, but the one and only time I drank it, it kept me up for like four days.”

Jay laughing. “Apparently, we kept Y/n up last night.”

Yunjin turned to you. “Oh, sh*t. I’m sorry.”

Shrugging, you said, “It’s no big deal. I got used to it after a while.”

“Was that when you decided you wished you could join in?” he cracked.

You wasn't going to respond to that. The more you looked over at his smug expression, the more determined yoi became to finish the entire damn mug of coffee to spite him. “I’m really surprised at how much I’m actually liking this,” lied.

Yunjin chose to ignore Jay's earlier comment. “What do you say after breakfast we head to town, Y/n? I’d love it if you could show me around the island.”

“Alright. That would be nice.”

She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. “You want to come with us, babe?”

Jay said before finishing off the last of his coffee and putting the cup in the sink. “No. I have sh*t to do,”

“Okay. Just the girls then.”

The coffee had turned you into a spaz. As Yunjin and you walked around Newport that morning, she kept having to tell you to slow down. Apparently, in her heels, she couldn’t keep up with you. At one point later in the afternoon, you stopped to rest your legs. Yunjin and you sat on a wooden bench overlooking the dozens of docked sailboats as the sun shined over the water.

“So, how did you and Jay meet?” you asked.

“I was in the audience at this club called Showbox in Seattle, Jay was performing there that night. He was eyeing me the whole time he was singing and after the show, he came to find me. When he said he was thinking of me while he was singing the last song, I nearly died. We’ve been inseparable since.”

Your face felt hot. You wasn’t willing to admit to yourself that it was jealousy. The thought of them connecting so intimately while he was in the middle of performing made you uncomfortable for some reason. Maybe because it reminded you of the songs he used to write for you. You’d think nothing would bother you after having to endure their f*cking last night.

“What kind of music does he play now?”

“Well, he does some covers of artists like Drake, but he also writes a lot of original stuff. He mostly plays clubs, but his manager has been trying to get him a music deal. Of course, the girls all go crazy over him. That part has taken some getting used to for me.”

“I’m sure it’s hard.”

“Yeah. Big time.” She tilted her head. “What about you? No boyfriend?”

“I just got out of a relationship.” You confide in her as if she were just a normal friend to you.

On the way home, you passed Yeonjun’s on the Beach, a restaurant that was known for live music at night and really good food. A sign out front read, Temporary Summer Help Wanted. Since there was a university just over the bridge, a lot of the students went home in the summer, leaving some of the local restaurants in need of temporary wait staff. You stopped short in front of the entrance.

“Do you mind if I go in and inquire about this?”

“Sure. I’d actually like to check it out, too.”

Both Yunjin and you had waitressing experience so you sat down and filled out applications, by the time you walked out of there, we each had a job. The manager basically told you could work any night you wanted. The extra money and flexibility was impossible to pass up, Yunjin was particularly happy that he’d told her it was no problem if she had to suddenly cancel a shift in the event she got called back to Manhattan for an audition. You were each going to start tomorrow.

That night, Yunjin thought you should celebrate new jobs over dinner and drinks on the upper deck back at the house. It hadn’t dawned on you how peaceful being away from Jay all day had been. When you walked in the door, butterflies started to swarm in your stomach again as soon as you smelled his cologne.

Jay was standing in the kitchen drinking a beer when Yunjin ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jay was tall over six feet but Serim wasn’t that much shorter than him. Next to both of them, you was basically a midget. He cleaned up nice, Jay had changed out of his camouflage shorts from earlier into dark jeans and a gray shirt with black stripes that hugged his chest. He’d done something to his hair that you couldn’t pinpoint. She ran her fingers through his hair then kissed him.

“I missed you. Guess what? We both got jobs at this restaurant on the beach.”

“Did you tell them you could get called back to New York anytime?”

“The guy said it didn’t matter. He said I could basically just work whenever I want.”

“Really. That sounds a bit shady to me. But whatever. You sure he doesn’t just want in your pants, Serim?”

“He said the same thing to me,” you interrupted.

“Well, then it can’t be that.”

It took you a bit to realize that he’d just insulted you. Yunjin intercepted before you could muster up a comeback.

“It’s mild out. How about we all have dinner on the upstairs deck tonight. We could barbecue that steak I have marinating in the fridge.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you don’t like red meat, so you just kept quiet. He would probably think you was looking for an excuse not to have dinner with them. Kill him with kindness. “I’m not that great of a cook, but I can make a big salad.”

Jay smacked the counter. “Great. I’ll start the grill while Y/n tosses her big salad.” He started to walk outside when you yelled after him.

“You know what Ameryn would say to you right now? She’d tell you to go wash your dirty mouth out with soap.”

He turned around and lifted his brow. “Soap wouldn’t cut it.”

After chopping up lettuce, carrots, red onion, tomatoes and cucumbers, you dressed the salad with homemade honey mustard vinaigrette. You carried it upstairs where Jay and her were already sitting down at the table. She had poured three glasses of merlot, and Jay was sipping one as he looked over at the waves, which were rough tonight.

Once you started eating, Jay wouldn’t look at you or make conversation. You filled your plate with salad and bread, and it took a while before anyone noticed that you wasn’t eating anything else. Yunjin’s mouth was full when she said, “You didn’t even touch the steak.”

“I don’t really like to eat meat.”

Jay chuckled. “Is that why you can’t find a man?”

You dropped your fork. “You’re a prick seriously I don’t recognize you anymore, how were we ever best friends?”

“I used to ask myself that all the time before I stopped giving a sh*t.”

You got up from the table and went downstairs. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Yunjin in and out slowly to calm yourself down, she came up quietly behind you.

“I really don’t get what’s going on between you two or why he refuses to talk about it.”

“Are you sure you guys never dated?”

“I told you, Yunjin. It wasn’t anything like that.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“I think he should be the one to explain it to you. Honestly, I don’t know. Anything that happened before that is irrelevant now. He’s pissed because of how I handled something or just running away, that's how i survive. Let’s just go back upstairs and try to have a nice dinner.”

Back on the upper deck, Jay was stone-faced, pouring more wine into his glass. A part of you wanted to slap him across the face, but another part felt guilty that you had caused so much anger in him. He said he didn’t care, but you refused to believe he would be acting up like this if he didn’t.

You touched his arm. “Will you just talk to me?”

He whipped his arm away. “I’m over it. I’m not talking about anything.”

“Will you do it for Ameryn?”

His head flipped up, and his eyes darkened. “Stop f*cking bringing her into this. Your grandma was a wonderful woman. She was the mother I never had. She never turned her back on me like pretty much everyone else in my life. This house is a representation of your mom, which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not here because of you. You want me to talk, but what you don’t seem to understand is that I don’t have anything to say about anything that happened almost a decade ago. I’ve erased it all. It’s too late, Y/n. I don’t care if you and Yunjin become friends, alright? But don’t bother trying to get through to me because we’re not gonna be friends,”

“..you put me in a sh*t mood, and I don’t want to spend this whole summer in a sh*t mood. We’re roommates. Nothing more. Stop pretending there is something more to it. Stop pretending to like the goddamn coffee. Stop pretending everything is just great. Cut the sh*t and see things for what they are. We don’t mean anything to each other.”

He got up and took his plate. “I’m done, Yunjin. I’ll see you in the room.”

Yunjin and you sat in silence, listening to nothing but the sound of the waves crashing beneath you. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Please. Don’t, okay? He’s right. Sometimes, you can’t fix things.” Despite the complacent words that had come out of your mouth, a tear fell down your cheek.

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[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

{one piece fic} blunt force comfort — sanji & zoro

{previous chapters: nami | usopp }

heard it's someone's birthday today! to celebrate here's zoro beating him at the anxiety game lol

Rating: T Notes: canon typical mentions of theoretical cannibalism; takes place during the part of the journey to Alabasta where Luffy ate all the food.

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It’s not that Sanji doesn’t have contingency plans for running low on food. In fact he has five, starting with rationing and ending at the worst case scenario. Sanji’s always planned on being the first person to sacrifice a limb if it ever came to that, but now, staring at the nearly empty sack of rice and half a bottle of cooking oil that is all that remains of their supplies after Luffy’s pantry raid, he’s beginning to reassess who should be up first on the chopping block. Luffy’s made of rubber, so Sanji would have to tenderize him with a severe beating before he could cook him. He wonders if he could convince Zoro to help with that.

”Holy fuck, did you light something on fire? What’s with all the smoke?”

Speak of the devil.

Sanji sighs, running an aggravated hand through his hair. “I’m stress smoking,” he bites out as Zoro enters the galley. “If you don’t like it, leave.”

Zoro gives an exaggerated cough as he makes his way over the table. “What did you do?” he asks. “Burn through a whole pack?”

Three quarters, technically; but Zoro doesn’t need to know that, so rather than respond Sanji just flips him off instead. Zoro reciprocates without missing a beat as he plops down into a chair, nodding at the gathered supplies on the table and asking, “That all we got left?”

Sanji exhales with a heavy puff of smoke. “I’m going to kill him,” he seethes, all the anger that’s been simmering in his gut since he realized what Luffy did finally beginning to boil over. “What the hell was he thinking?”

“It’s Luffy,” Zoro says flatly. “He wasn’t.”

“Well he should!” Sanji yells, slamming his hands against the table so hard that the bottle of oil topples over. “He’s not the only person on this fucking ship! How the hell am I supposed to keep seven fucking people fed on rice and cooking oil for however long it takes us to get reach Alabasta?”

Zoro frowns. “Nami said it should only take up to a week, right? I know it’ll be rough, but—“

“Yeah, ‘should’. Key word there marimo, should. But we don’t know! What happens if we hit a storm that knocks us off course? What if someone breaks the eternal pose? What if we sail into a doldrums and can’t get out? It could be weeks before we make landfall again but did Luffy think about any of that? No, because he was too busy stuffing his fucking gullet!”

“Oi, watch it twirlybrow,” Zoro says, eyes narrowing dangerously. “That’s our captain you’re talking about.”

“Which is why he should fucking know better!” Sanji shoots back, fuming. “He’s got a whole fucking crew he should be thinking about, he can’t just eat through our supplies like a selfish brat and not expect there to be consequences!”

Zoro keeps glaring, but (rather tellingly, in Sanji’s opinion) doesn’t press the point. Instead he says, “You’re the cook, aren’t you? Don’t you have plans for if we run out of food?”

“Of fucking course I have plans, dipshit, but most of them rely on at least some form of rationing, which we can’t do if we don’t have anything left!” Sanji snaps. “If something happens and we can’t fish or forage, it’s only going to be a matter of time before we end up in a worst case scenario, which—”

Sanji cuts himself off with a snarl, pulling out another cigarette. Zoro is still glaring at him, though there’s confusion in his expression now too. 

“When you say worst case scenario…” he says slowly, and Sanji barks out an entirely humorless laugh.

“Take a wild fucking guess, mosshead.”

It takes him a second, but at least when it clicks Zoro has the decency to look suitably taken aback. 

“Fucking hell cook, it’s not gonna come to that.”

“You don’t know that,” Sanji growls, chomping on the filter in his mouth until it turns into pulp.

“I’m pretty fucking sure—“

“But you don’t know!” Sanji insists, rounding on him furiously. “That’s the whole point! That’s why we need a plan. That’s why I have plans, except most of those plans have been shot to hell because of our glutton of a captain and if God forbid we get thrown off course, the worst case scenario might just have to become a viable option!”

He’s positively seething now, chest heaving with effort and face bright red with anger. Zoro’s not glaring anymore at least, though he is eyeing Sanji like he thinks he might go off the deep end at any moment, which Sanji honestly might. He thinks he deserves that much. 

Then Zoro heaves a sigh and says, “Alright, well. Sucks that it’s come to this but I guess we’ve got no other option.” He stands, rolling his shoulders. “You wanna be there to comfort Vivi?”

That gives Sanji pause. “Comfort Vivi for what?” he asks, confused.

“For when I kill her duck.”

“For when you—what?!” Sanji yells, jumping up and hauling Zoro in by the front of his shirt. “Kill her duck? Mosshead, have you lost your mind?”

He hates how calm Zoro looks, how steady his voice is when he says, “But you just said that we could be nearing the worst case scenario.”

“And you think that means we have to kill Karoo?!”

“Well, the duck’s edible, right?” Zoro says with a little shrug, like what he’s suggesting isn’t certifiably insane. “And I figure it’ll probably taste a lot better than one of us, so. Makes sense that it should be the first to go, right?”

Sanji makes a noise like a cornered animal. 

“Marimo,” he snarls, voice low and vicious as he drags Zoro in close enough that their noses are nearly touching, “if you lay one fucking finger on that duck so help me I will feed you piecemeal into the meat grinder and use your own entrails to turn you into sausages.”

He’s made grown men cry in the kitchen of the Baratie with threats like that before. Zoro, the bastard, just stares placidly back at him, unphased.

“So let me get this straight,” he says. “Our food situation is so dire that we’re rapidly approaching the need to resort to cannibalism, but not so dire that we can’t cook and eat the duck first?”

Sanji growls, opening his mouth to reiterate that under no fucking circumstances is he letting Zoro kill Karoo for food when logic finally catches up to panic in his brain and sucker punches him square in the gut. 

He sputters, wind rapidly leaving the billowing sails of his anger. Zoro clearly sees this, and takes the opportunity to smirk and adds, “Cause I’m gonna be real honest with you, shit cook—I think even the princess would rather eat her duck before going in on human flesh.”

She almost certainly would. So would Sanji, for that matter—why even entertain the idea of cannibalism if there’s a solid few hundred pounds of meat and fat already onboard the ship? But the thought of cooking Karoo never even crossed his mind, which means…

Which means things (probably) aren’t as dire as Sanji is making them out to be. 

Goddamnit.

Sanji lets go of Zoro’s shirt and takes a step back, drawing in a deep, smoke-filled breath. He is not going to give the shitty swordsman the satisfaction of admitting that he’s right, so instead he bites out, “You and Luffy are both on fishing duty until we make landfall. And don’t you dare think about slacking off.”

Zoro just grins one of those wide, feral, shit-eating grins that Sanji hates so much.

“Sure, cook. Whatever you say.”

[soufre-de-paris]

we have internet!! we switched isps and they did it in a fucing day. all this bc fucking NET couldn't get their shit together enough to figure out how to turn it back on

we did errands today and it's so fucking nice to be able to do all the errands (grocery, granel, farmer's stand, bakery) all on one city block and not need to fucking walk two kilometers to the only grocery store in the city that sells the butter i like

everything is just really nice here. the weather is perfect. the people are chill. the vibes are impeccable. you feel me?

in obra news, one window has screens yey (they're the same screens they used to have) the guy is coming saturday after next to install new screens for the other windows yeyyyy the wind is so nice i could cry, i don't know how a city lives without wind?

i'm still exhausted but sei lá it's just what it is baybeeeeee

i didn't get to play nearly any bg3 bc tasks and stress and sick and waking up at 5h and going to bed at 18h but here's some screenshots of my pretty liar-boy and his judgemental boyfriend anyway (featuring chest of the mundane my beloved srsly i love you so much chest of teh mundane)

[cherryredcheol]

barbeque, baby

tldr: just go to barbeque? tf? a/n: could be read as part three (?) to this and this but not necessary

“coups, i was thinking for the monthly meeting we go super classic: barbeque and soju. let’s head to our favorite restaurant and have meat and liquor, together.” 

seokmin looked hopefully at his leader, hoping to have enticed him to foot the bill for the next meeting. it was seungcheol’s turn to ‘host’ and it had been a while since they’d shared a meal altogether…but– “no.” he replied flatly. his mind made up before seokmin even finished the question. 

minghao chimed in, “hyung, come on. it’s been so long. it would be nice to sit down somewhere together and just enjoy each other’s company.”

seungcheol took a deep breath, “i don’t feel like eating barbeque. we go all the time and i’m sick of it right now. i’ll figure something else out for us to do. it’ll be fun but it won’t involve me slaving over a hot grill in the middle of the summer.” 

you hummed happily around a mouthful of perfectly cooked pork belly, “cheollie?” 

he looked up from the grill in the middle of the table, meticulously flipping over the pieces of beef and pork, making sure each was cooked exactly the way you liked it, “yes, baby?” 

“thank you for taking me out to barbeque after you got home from practice today. i know you’re tired.” 

he put the tongs down, giving you his full attention, “i am never too tired for you, baby. besides, i was just telling the members that i was craving barbeque so this was perfect timing.” he picked the tongs back up, grabbed the juiciest piece of beef on the grill, and placed it on your plate. 

you let out a happy little squeal, content with this little date the two of you were on. 

following your lead, seungcheol finally ate his first piece of meat, setting the tongs down for the chopsticks next to his bowl of rice. 

you were so happy to be on this date. seungcheol had been so busy lately and you were so happy he made the effort to take time with you, especially after a long dya of practice. but then again, he always makes you feel special. 

noticing a piece of pork that needed flipping, you reached across the table, grabbing for the tongs. 

seungcheol grabbed your hand right as your fingers wrapped around the tongs, “no, baby. i’ll cook all the meat. you sit back and eat.” 

you beamed at him, “thank you cheollie. you really don’t have to do that for me.”

he smiled back at you, “i’ll do anything for you, baby.”

[amatoryscripts]

Never Let You Go

Pairing: Soft yan! Caleb x Fem! reader

Summary: You've had back-to-back missions lately, and Caleb's getting fed up and concerned. Not only is he worried, but he also hates that he hasn't been able to spend more time with you lately. When Jenna calls, saying she needs you on a mission with the team, he doesn't like the idea and intervenes with you going.

Warnings/tags. MDNI +18: Soft yandere Caleb, forcing you to stay home, poor baby cares too much, obsessive and possessive, unprotected sex, use of "baby girl" "princess" "baby" "pretty girl", MC giving him the silent treatment,makeup sex, biting, so good he tears up.

Lately, every time you turn around, a call from Jenna would come through about a mission that would take up hours of your day, sometimes even longer. How often you've been disappearing in the last two weeks was becoming concerning. Especially to Caleb, who has noticed this the most. How could he not? Every time you two had plans to be together, you had to cancel because of a last-minute mission due to wanderers lurking around. It didn't help his anxiety when you'd video call him after these missions; you'd be bruised up and getting bandaged by the medical techs during a majority of these calls. It pained him to see you in those conditions, as if his own heart could feel all the bruises and wounds you've accumulated on your body.

He always tells you that you can say no to a mission once in a while. Seeing you relax on his couch, reading one of your books while he made you food was a more enjoyable image than seeing you covered in blood and injured. Despite him asking you to do so many times, you refuse. Your response would always involve your worries of not being there for your team and helping to save those around. You were always putting other people first. Sometimes, he wishes you were as selfish as him.

Today was supposed to involve a relaxing date night at his apartment. The plan was to eat dinner and watch the movie they didn't get to last time cuddled up on the couch. In the kitchen, he was cooking a new dish you've been craving to try for a while. Oyster Rockefeller paired with lemon rice and sauteed Korean cucumber. When you mentioned your interest in it, he took note of the dish and garnered the ingredients for the day he knew you two would be together. This is the only thing he's been looking forward to all week.

You sauntered into the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts and shorts. You've always liked wearing his clothes, but he especially likes it, thinking it makes you two feel closer. Plus, he thought it was cute when you'd hide half of your face and body in his shirts when sitting down. You rest your head against his back, taking in the smell of the seasonings invading the air. "Smells good," you hum, wrapping your arms around his torso. Caleb smiles at your embrace, wanting you to stay attached to him like this all the time.

"I should be done in the next hour or so," he informed you, sautéing the aromatics. He could tell how happy you were that he was making this dish for you. He took pleasure in doing things like this. He didn't mind it one bit, relishing in your happiness and the way your face lights up when he would take care of you. You're very independent, but take advantage of the way he wants to do everything for you. Sometimes, you wonder if you're taking advantage of poor Caleb, but he would always respond with how his only wish in life was to make yours as easy as possible.

"I was thinking we could also play Mario Ka-" You were cut off by the sound of a call trying to get your attention. Caleb already had a clue of who it could be. He puts down the knife he was using to split open the cucumbers and watched as you took the phone out of your pocket. It was Jenna, as always.

"Don't answer it," his low and dark tone caught you off guard for a split second. He knew Jenna was gearing up to swoop you away, once again, to go fight off wanderers they could take down by themselves without you. He didn't understand why they always needed to involve you in all these missions.

"Caleb, I have to," you remind him, letting go to answer the phone. As you turned around to pick up the call, you suddenly felt your body be immobilized. "Huh?" you grunt, trying to move but to no avail. Caleb walks in front of you, taking the phone from your hand. He was using his evol to keep you from moving and answering the phone. His arms swing over your shoulder, covering your mouth with his hand as he answers the phone.

"Hello?... Hi, Jenna... sorry she can't come to the phone," you muffled through his hands, trying to get him to stop. Your eyes demanding for him to let you go. "She's actually pretty sick... yeah, it must be a stomach bug. Poor thing can barely even speak," he smirks, looking down at you. "I'll tell her you hope she gets better. Bye now," he hangs up the phone and places it on the counter. He continues to keep you restrained but removed his hand so you can speak.

"Caleb! Why would you do that?!" You press as you watch him go to lock the front door and return to your side.

"I don't think you should go on that mission," concern and domianance coats his voice as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. You knew he hated you going on missions, but to basically keep you hostage irked you in so many ways.

"That's not really up to you," you struggle. Caleb's overprotectiveness was nothing new to you. He's always made it known that he would never let anything happen to you and would always protect you. You appreciate and even love that he feels this way, but it didn't mean he could stop you from making your own decisions. "Let me go." Your tone is firm as you stand your ground.

"Only if you promise to stay here and let your team handle everything," he attempts to bargain with you, hoping you'd give in easily. Your stubbornness was the real threat to him. He wouldn't put it past you to try and run out of the apartment as soon as he let you go, attempting to join your team in their fight against the wanderers terrorizing wherever Jenna wanted to send you off to.

"I can't leave my team behind," you retort, thinking about how your absence might affect them. They were strong, and you had faith in them, but that didn't mean you were okay with the idea of not being there when they might need you.

"They'll be fine," he assures you. "But I won't be if you come back hurt again. It took you days to recover last time, and now they're trying to send you back out there." His voice is tender, wrapped with a hint of frustration. The last thing he wanted to see was you covered in bandages with blood soaking through and bruises not caused by him decorating your body.

He wasn't wrong. You weren't fond of coming home all banged up, but you took this job to protect people, something you want to do. If that meant sometimes getting hurt, then so be it. "Caleb, I'm strong enough to protect myself. I don't need you treating me like glass. I'll always get a scratch here or there, but it comes with the territory, and I accepted that. You need to do the same." You didn't get this far by being fragile. Jenna put you on her team for a reason, and Caleb needed to start seeing you as someone strong and capable, not the little girl he would protect from bullies and danger 24/7.

He stayed silent, cupping your face and staring into your fiery eyes. He just wants to keep you like this. At his whim and safe from the cruelties of outside. Was that so wrong? Wanting to keep you locked away being only with him?

"You can't keep me from doing my job," you sigh, knowing he was just scared of losing you again. You both shared that fear, so she understood him well.

"I can try," his assertion not wavering, standing strong in his goal to keep you here. "You're not leaving. You're going to eat dinner, and we're going to watch the movie like we planned, okay?" All he could think about was how this interruption was ruining this time meant for you two to be alone.

You were silent, your frustration consuming you as you stared at him with narrow eyes. You knew trying to run off would be futile. He looks the most determined you’ve ever seen him. Jenna already thinks you're sick, so what's the point? After another few seconds of staring each other down, you give in. "Fine," reluctance infuses your words, knowing he wouldn't back down. He drops his evol, and you move your shoulders around, relaxing your body.

At the dinner table, you weren't talkative like usual. Your attention was on the food, not looking up at Caleb once. You were too upset to properly enjoy the meal. Normally, you'd be showering him with compliments as you stuffed your face from happiness. At this moment, you were picking at the food, taking small bites as you worried about your team, wondering how the mission was going.

Caleb stabbed his plate, picking up a piece of the oyster on his fork, watching you ignore him. "I'm doing this to keep you safe," he suddenly says. You didn't look up, pushing a slice of cucumber in your mouth. He could even make cucumber taste amazing. You keep the praise to yourself, listening to him attempt to make you understand why he did what he did. "It drives me crazy when you're risking your life for others. Doing it back to back too often is insane." He grips his fork, which begins to bend slightly from his strength. "You can really hurt yourself if you keep pushing your body like this. I wouldn't forgive myself for letting you go out there to get hurt."

Still, you refused to acknowledge him, pushing the rest of your food around. As the silence continued, the sound of your phone receiving a message echoed. You checked the notification and saw it was from Tara, hoping you got well, while also informing you that the mission was a success and everyone was fine. That message made you smile for the first time since you sat down.

"I'm assuming you received good news and everyone's limbs are intact. Happy now?" You frown at his comment. You hope he didn't think you would forgive him easily because everyone was fine.

"Yeah, it's good to know I can stop feeling guilty for worrying about my teammates when I should've been there for them!" You hiss, standing up abruptly and marching into the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Caleb stays at the dinner table, not touching his food anymore from a loss of appetite. He didn't like it when you got like this. It made his heart crumble when you'd give him the cold shoulder and shut him out. All he wants is to be near you and make you happy. Now you were pissed and shutting him out. His worst fear, right below losing you forever. You were scary in this state, going from being sweet and loving to an eruption of anger.

You stayed in the room, covering yourself with the shirt you wore. holding your phone inches from your face as you caught up with your teammates. You heard Caleb leave the apartment a few minutes after you got up from the table. Curiosity about where he ran off to did creep around your mind, but you were still annoyed at his behavior. When you checked in with the last member, you felt better than earlier, knowing everyone got out without being heavily injured. Even if Tara confirmed this with you earlier, it still didn't feel right not checking in with them.

A knock at the bedroom door interrupts your scrolling through your Moment feed. You close the screen as you watch the door slowly open, a small, plushed brown bear poking it's head through the crack.

"Caleb wanted to say he was sorry and that he misses you. Can he come in?" a high-pitched voice, you assume coming from Caleb, chirps. You couldn't help the small smirk that danced on your lips. You stifle it as you respond. "You can come in".

Caleb's large body pushes through the door, holding the bear as he approaches your side of the bed with the peace offering. "I went to the arcade and saw this little guy," he explains as he holds the bear out for you. You take the gift, examining its little face and soft fur. "Bears are cute and cuddly, but we know they're ferocious when provoked."

"You calling me a bear?" your brows raise in amusement at his comment.

"Absolutely," his response makes you chuckle, almost forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place. You shove your face in the back of the plushies head as you took in how it smelt like Caleb already. He watches you indulge in the bear, looking more peaceful than before.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, sitting beside you. His hand travels to your blanket-covered legs, giving them a small squeeze. "I shouldn't have lied to Jenna and stopped you from going on the mission". You raise your head, listening to what he had to say. " I...I was just scared. I didn't want to see you get hurt again. I was selfish, not wanting you to disappear for hours while I would be here alone without you while you missed dinner and the movie." His voice was infused with an apologetic tone laced in sadness. You could tell he was just worried and wanted to do whatever he could to keep you protected.

You run your hand over his. "I want you to have more faith in me and my abilities to protect myself". His heart jumps at your touch and the softness in your voice. "I know me being a hunter is worrisome for you, but you have to believe that I'll be okay."

"I do have faith in you. I just can't stop thinking about what would happen if something goes wrong. If a wanderer hurt you or someone else did, I'd go crazy." His grip becomes tighter at the thought. You squeeze his hand to show him that you were there with him and not off getting hurt, trying to bring him back to the present.

"I can't promise I'll never get hurt, and I'll always be in the best condition, but no matter what, I'll always come back to you. That I can promise." He wants to say; How do you know you'll always come back? , but he didn't want to dwell on that thought when you were touching and looking at him with so much promise and affection in your eyes. He didn't want his worries to ruin this moment. Instead, he leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips. It started off soft and innocent but transformed deeper, filled with yearning.

"You promise?" he questioned, breaking the kiss to look at you as he cupped your face, not wanting to ever let go of it.

"I promise I'll always come back to your side," you whisper, leaning back in to continue the kiss.

Heavy breathing and whimpers flooded the silent room. Your face contorted in pleasure as Caleb's fingers worked their way inside of you, pumping at a rhythmic but swift pace, watching how you took his fingers perfectly, coating them in your wet heat. His lips found that delicate spot on your neck as he nibbled and sucked on it, drawing out those sweet moans he loved hearing from your lips. "You sound so cute like this, baby," he comments in a dark, sensual tone. "I wanna hear more." His thumb joins in on the fun, circling over your throbbing, sensitive pearl, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your body jolts and twitches as you cry out for him.

"Caleb! fuck...feels so good," you mewl into his hair, gripping his shoulder tightly, nails digging into his skin leaving behind crescent marks. His fingers could feel your walls tightened around them, signaling how close you were.

"That's it. Cum all over my fingers, pretty. Be a good girl for me, okay? Let me take care of you". He moans into your neck, feeling how hard he was getting from the sounds you were making and the tightness of your cunt sucking him in. His movements mixed with his words, encouraged your peak to shoot through your body, cumming all over his fingers. He slows down, drawing out your orgasm before bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting you on his fingers.

"You taste so sweet," he coos, cleaning his fingers off as if he was desperate to get every last bit into his mouth. "Let me taste you some more," he whispers darkly before dropping his head between your legs. You let out a soft gasp as he connects his mouth to your soaking pussy, wasting no time to lap up your juices and shove the same fingers he just licked clean, right back inside. The combination pushes you further into your pleasure. He's relentless in his goal to drive you crazy. He sucks on your sensitive nub, humming in delight as you lose your words, spilling out whimpers and cries from how he was ruining you. Your fingers found his head and began grasping at his dark locks, pulling at them from the stimulation engulfing your body. He groans in satisfaction, loving when you got handsy like this. "Harder," he commands in a low groan. It didn't take much for you to tug on his hair even more. He made sure of it when he spread your legs wider, giving him the change to fuck his fingers in deeper.

"Caleb!" you call out, your voice soft and trembling. "I'm...ah~', your squealing elicits a wicked chuckle from his throat. "No, no. I can't, I can't." Your face twists as you lose confidence in your ability to cum again for him.

"Yes, you can," he growls, picking up his pace as he continues sucking your clit as your hips buck into his mouth. His fingers curl up into you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch. "You can do it. I wanna taste you cum all over my mouth" he sucks harder on her clit causing a high pitched whine to spill from her lips "Just one more time. Please, baby? I'll make you feel so good, I promise" he pleads for you to let yourself cum on his mouth. You whimper and buck your hips as your release finds you once again, dripping all over his lips as he hums in satisfaction. "Fuck... your such a good girl for me". He finishes lapping up your juices as if he was licking a plate clean.

Your chest rises and falls as you catch your breath, watching him push one leg back to your chest. He wasn't done yet; he couldn't be satisfied until he was buried deep inside of you. He lines his throbbing cock between your legs, rubbing his tip up and down your wet folds. "You want more of me, pretty girl?" he purrs, trying to hold back from slamming into you the way he wants.

You look at him with pleading eyes, nodding feverishly as you bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, wanting the same thing that was clouding his mind. He drops his head down to your ear, gripping your hip tightly as he nibbles and licks your lobe. A shiver infiltrates your body, going down your spine, causing you to push yourself up into him.

"Come on, use your words, princess," he insists, pushing his teasing cock between your folds just enough to make you groan in impatience.

" Please, Caleb. I need you," you whine. He drops down to your tits, playing with one while he sucked the nipple of the other, nibbling just enough to make your legs kick and wrap around him from the sensation.

" What do you need, hm?" he smirks, wanting to hear you beg some more. "You need my cock fucking this cute little pussy? you want me to ruin you, baby?" his voice was dark and tainted with lust as he twisted your nipple. " Cause I'll fucking ruin you if you want."

"Yes," you breathe, followed by a small whine. "I need you to fuck me so badly." Your plea doesn't become lost on him. He pushes himself into you, groaning from feeling how tight you were around his tip.

"Oh fuck!" he grunts, pushing further into you, watching the way your mouth part and eyes flutter. Once he saw you'd taken most of him, he pulls back slowly and shoves himself back in, evoking a loud cry from you that he soon began to devour, moaning into your mouth as his hips thrust into you. his movements were hungry, wanting his cock to be the only thing you could feel. He breaks the kiss, looking down at you watching how your tits bounced against your chest, gripping your hips tightly pushing them back onto him. "You look so pretty like this, baby. Do you like how I feel?"

You could barely speak, feeling too consumed by him stretching you out. You bit your lips, stifling your cries as your body succumbed to the warm heat spreading through you.

"Answer me, princess," he thrusts into you harder, making you gasp and whine as you grip the side of the bed.

" Yes!" You wail. " Love it so much...please... need more," you pant, catching his purple eyes that have darkened from his craving. He drops into the crook of your neck, lifting your hips up to give him more leverage. He slams into you erratically, the sound of your skin meeting repeatedly dancing in the air, mixing with moans and grunts trickling from both of your lips as the headboard crashes into the wall behind you.

"Wanna stay like this forever" he groans, using his finger to rub circles around your clit, adding more intensity to your body. "Fuck! Wanna always be buried in this tight pussy. Wanna feel you like this all the time." he expresses his desires, occasionally letting out a small whimper from how you were clenching around him. "Never wanna leave you. Never." His thrusts turn sharper as each word escapes him. You feel a drop of water meeting your collarbone, sparking confusion. You look down at him, lifting his head to meet your face. Tears were prickling the corner of his eyes as he looked at you with emotions and yearning flooding his gaze. "Please don't leave me," he grovels, continuing his sloppy movements inside of you.

"I won't," you mutter, kissing his forehead softly. You couldn't help but think of how cute he looked like this. So desperate for you that it brought him to tears.

"Say it," he begs, feeling himself getting closer. "Say you'll never leave me. Say you'll always be here. I need to hear you say it...please." He bites your shoulder, scrunching up his face as his balls tighten, ready to give you all of him. You mewl from his bite, a mixture of pain and pleasure taking over you.

" I'll never leave you, I promise! I promise!" your cries swamp his mind as he finds himself shooting his hot cum deep inside of you, letting your voice permeate his mind. His release is thrust deeper inside as his hips slow down, refusing to pull out. He looks down at himself inside of you movingly slowly, taking in the white ring around the base of his cock, as streaks of his cum drips down your inner thighs.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his attention to your lips. Your kiss is soft and saturated with affection. You could tell he's been worried about this for so long. The thought of you leaving one day, always floating and haunting him in the back of his mind.

"I'm gonna hold you to that promise," he murmurs, catching his breath as he crashes on top of you, ensuring he didn't suffocate his precious girl. With his eyes closed, his fingers drew patterns on your warm stomach.

"And I'll make sure to always keep it." You kiss the top of his head, pulling him in closer as you pet his soft head, showing that you would never let go.

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Dutty-Wine and Games

(This the reader’s facecard but just imagined her being thicker ☺️ and this is what Terry’s wearing for tonight.)

Summary: It’s date night for you and your man Terry and he wanted to surprise you by taking you to the Caribbean Festival that  you were talking about to him couple months ago and Terry getting you a souvenir that tested his man-strength also not knowing that tonight you would get your man high for the first time.

Warnings: Est. relationship, black fem. reader, n-word usage, D/s dynamic, smoking weed (a joint), kissing, oral(fem. rec x2), cursing, spitting, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise kink, ass-spanking, squirting, unprotected p-in-v, doggy-style, the reader’s legs are on his shoulder(idk the position.)

Word-count: 3.5 k 18+ (this is the song that use dutty-wine scene if y’all wanna listen you can🙂‍↕️)

You’ve been dating Terry for the past eight of months and it has been amazing with him since he moved here to Atlanta after winning his case against Shelby Springs Pd and getting a large sum of money for himself and paying back Mr.Liu in ten folds and to have the restaurant to be open for decades. You met Terry on a dating website for other black people to meet, once you saw his profile and them beautiful hazel eyes he had with his bulging arms and large print you knew you had to have him. And today is another date night with him even though you don't know where you’re going.

“So I have a surprise for you, it’s something that we’ve seen a couple of months ago and it’s finally here this weekend.” Terry pulls into an empty lot to find parking for his truck to back in, turning off the ignition and coming around to open the door for you and only grabbing your phone and your lipgloss since you won’t need your purse.

“Good baby you are so fine right now, you lucky there’s going to be people there cause if not-” You put a hand on his gold chain he had laying on his chest to pull him down to kiss you, his soft lips overpowering you, slowly being push up against his truck, putting your hands up against his hips to push away “Okayyy daddy, you are done you still have to tell me what my surprise is?” looking into his eyes and shifting to his lips and back to his eyes “Well for what I’m wearing that should give you a hint?” smiling back at you and stepping back for you while holding your chocolate hand.

Your eyes shift down to his shirt to see he is wearing his curacao shirt that was makin’ look like a full course meal, his shirt fitted around his arms so deliciously with his big ass guns he had on him with his khakis pants that filled his legs out sooo good and his white forces and then you realized and smelling many flavors of jerk chicken, plantains being cooked, and a light smell of weed; your eyes widened “The Carribean Festival, awhh Terry I thought you forgot that I  told you that I always wanted to go.” you poke out your bottom lip in happiness showing a down towards smile to him  “Awhh babygirl don’t cry, you’re gonna mess up your pretty makeup.” He swipes his thumb in the corner of your eye to catch your tear and wipes it on his shirt “All-right I’m starvin’, let’s go inside before I eat something else mhm.” Terry smacks right on your ass making your Jamaican colored dress giggle.

You both made inside with him paying for the both of you, this festival was fucking huge with rollercoasters, kiddy rides, carnival games and tents full of vendors selling their amazing food, Terry let you choose for what you both wanted for dinner, you ended up getting a plate of jerk chicken and rice and a side of fried plantains and Terry got a bowl of beef stew with rice, carrots and potatoes with two drinks, as he paid for the both of you again, both of you sit a table.

“So do you want to ride any of the rollercoasters while we're here babygirl?” Terry holds out both of his hands in front of you, nodding your head at him and resting your hands on top of his large palms “Yeah daddy you know I’m not  a scaredy cat. I’m a big girl.” sticking out your tongue at him, he licks his lips  and smirks “Oh so you a big girl now huh, so you don’t need daddy no more huh?” as he told you that you were zoned out on his veins and hands, lightly scratching your smaller hands ontop of his and looking up at him and looking into his eyes shaking your head no repeatedly “Noooo daddy.” almost coming out as a whine from you, he gives you a chuckle “You know I’m just playin’ with babygirl I know you in love with daddy’s dick.”  he leans over to give you a wet kiss on your lips.

“Order for Terry, Order for Terry.”

He comes back with the food and lays it in front of you, you were in foodie heaven and you were starvin’ like marvin too and both of you dig in eating your delicious food, you look at his bowl and somehow he already knew what you were thinking, he places a couple of pieces of meat and carrots with sauce on your plate you smiled at him and thanked him “Did you want some of my mine too?” he nods his head with still found in his mouth, you grab your fork to pick off the chicken and rice for him and had in the air for him and opens his mouth to you and gracefully took the food, you look at him as he eats the food, you were in a traced that someone could look so sexy while there eating once he swallows it and it goes down you couldn’t help but to look at his thick neck a sheen of sweat that made you wanted to climb over the table and tackle him.

Both of you walked around the festival once you guys were done eating holding each other hands and looking at people, rides, and hearing laughter coming from all around you see a dance floor in the middle of the festival with some dutty-whine music playing throughout the place you lead him to dance floor, slowly moving your hips to the beat of the song Terry comes up behind you to stop where you were at and put his hands on your hips and starts to dutty-wine with you, your hands were on your knees moving your hips in a eight figure then throwing it in a circle and Terry was right there to catch all the wines, you slowly bend over hips while still moving in a circular motion he grabs one your arm to hold your balance while you grind on him, you look over long black french curls braids to see him biting his bottom lip and gripping on your hips, raising back against his chest while twerking on him, he turns you around to face him.

“Fuck babygirl you got me so fuckin hard right now, grinding that ass on me I feel like I was about to nut if you didn’t stop.” you put arms around his neck and peck his lips also to block anyone that would see your daddy’s hard-on “We can stay like until your soft daddy.” he raises his head to look at you and gives you a sloppy wet kiss. A few minutes later Terry was feeling better and both kept walking through the festival in-hand and you stopped in your tracks to walk up to the booth and asked the worker at the tall sledgehammer machine.

 “Excuse me, how many games do I need to win that teddy bear up there?” the buck-tooth boy turns “Four ma’am.”

You turned around to look for Terry and seeing him already behind you not leaving you any room, his gorgeous eyes going straight to your heart and pussy “You want that big ass teddy bear babygirl?” you plead with your eyes and put on your best pouty face and wrap your arms around his neck and gettin’ all close to his face “Please please daddy- pretty please?” giving him a kiss on the lips he wraps his arms around your waist he takes a deep breath “One more-mhm one more- one more babygirl.” you giggle in his arms “All right babygirl here take my phone, I’m gonna get you that teddy bear.” and gives you a small love tap on your ass and pays the worker then grabs the large sledgehammer.

The first bell he got was effortlessly, the second bell as well, by the third bell he had a crowd around him and you were cheering him on, and by the fourth bell he used all of his might and went it ringed you screamed and ran to him then jumped on him wrapping your arms and legs around him, giving him kisses “Thank you - thank you - thank you so much daddy.” and you still kept kissing on his face, he snorts out a giggle out as he put you down on your feet and rest his hand on your hips “Your very welcome babygirl.” “Ma’am here’s your bear.” 

You got tired of carrying the bear and had Terry carry it for you as you both were walking back to the truck, he opens the passenger side first for you to get in then he stuffs the teddy bear in the back seat and gets in on his side and turns on the ignition “Back to your place baby?” you looked at him “Yeah daddy let’s go.” you take your phone to be dj for the both of you and listen to Paramore and some RnB songs on the drive home.

You opened the front door of your apartment to let Terry in so he can put the teddy bear on the couch and his night bag on the carpet you turned on some lights so you can see Terry  and closed the door “You know being at that we were just at the festival today and eating some good food  and dancing I have the perfect way to close out having this full caribbean experience, be right back.” You walked to your room to get your goodie bag and bring it out to the family room to show him. 

“I’ve never smoked weed before, I wasn’t allowed to do it when I was in the marines.”

You slowly put back your joints that you had in your bag “But....If I wanted someone to be my first for this I would want it to be with you.” he turns to look at you “Thank you for trusting me daddy and I’m gonna get you so fuckin’ high you have no fucking idea.” you give him a kiss on the lips and one more for good measure and grab your goodie bag to sit out on your patio and smoke Terry out for the first time. 

You spark the first joint in your mouth inhaling the smoke and exhaling it out, Terry was watching you  the whole time seeing how your body language became relax under his touch and you holding it out in front of him to take a hit   “You just want to do a little hit first, there you daddy.” He coughed abruptly out the smoke, you set down the joint to grab some water for him and came back with a glass of water for him and your pink Stanley for yourself, he took a couple of more hits before letting you hit it again “How are you feeling daddy?”  he takes an even deeper breath and rubs your chocolate thigh “I feel really good babygirl. Thank you for this.” you handed it back to Terry “You’re welcome daddy, hey have you ever done a shotgun before?” Seeing him inhaling the joint and blowing it out his mouth, you couldn’t believe that this nigga has never smoked weed before and with him under the warm sunset making him looking like he was a fucking emperor with him smoking this joint, shakes his no at you “What’s that?” you slowly pull your lips in a smile.

You fill your lungs with smoke as you ashed the joint in your bowl, then grab his face to come closer to your lips and push out the smoke into his mouth, lips lightly touching each other then he moves his head up to blow out the smoke. Your mouth was slightly parted as you stared at your daddy’s adam- apple move up and down and the veins that pop out the side of his neck out, he pushed out the last bit of smoke and looked down at you and smirked  “What?” still looking at him “You so handsome daddy mhm, with yo’ fine ass.” Terry grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips “Let’s go inside babygirl, I don’t want none of these little niggas know what I got, come on.” and opens the sliding glass door for you to go inside.

As you walked in, Terry closes the door and locks it and walks over to the front door and locks that one too then walks over to you to pull you into your bedroom, almost feeling like your were flying Terry turns on the bedroom light and walks over to you to pull you in for a kiss “Mhmm daddy I need you.” he gives you another kiss “What do you need baby, use your words.” he leans down to kiss your neck you moved your head the other side of give him room and moaned, moving your hands up his back to grab on the back of head his soft lips and tongue kissing all your spots making you want to his full lips somewhere else “Oh shit daddy I need to you to eat my pussy please ughh pleaseee.” 

“You want me to eat your pussy babygirl huh? this pretty pussy, you need daddy’s lips on you.” 

Terry took of your dress and threw it across the room and lifted you up to throw you on the bed, taking off your bra and throwing it in the corner of your room he climbs ontop of you he rests his crotch on your clothed pussy slightly moving his hips against you, he takes his hand to hold your cheek and give you a wet sloppy kiss in his mouth. You moaned in his mouth and Terry kissed down your neck to your chest then sucking on each of your breast and kissing your tummy, he sits up to take off his shirt ‘fuckkkkk meeee this nigga has to be the worldest finest man to walk on this earth’ you thought to yourself.

Terry kisses down your chocolate thighs and spreads your legs apart “Lift that ass up babygirl.” Terry takes off your panties and throws it behind him he grabs your thighs closer to his face and kissed both of your inner thighs then the bottom of your cheeks giving you little bites of pleasure “Ah- Ahh! Daddy stop teasin’ meee?” kisses your bottom one more time and hold on to your legs and dive right into your pussy, his tongue swirling all around you and bring it up to your clit slowly sucking on it, you put your hand on his head Terry moves his lips to eat you all the way up and flattens his tongue against you, moving his head against you then he lifts his head to spit at your pussy and growled against you.

“Fuck babygirl god I love this fuckin’ pussy soo much, do you wanna nut babygirl?” “Yess daddyyy.”

Terry kept eating you out with his tongue is flicking over your clit, your thighs were shaking and fighting against Terry’s hold, but it was no use then you grind out your climax on his face he gave you little kisses around your pussy and comes back up for air to face you, his goatee was dripping of you then leans down to kiss and tasting yourself on his lips the sweet and tangy flavor of it. You grab his belt to unbuckle it for him and he stopped you to pull down his khaki pants and took off his forces then got back on the bed, he grab your hips to him and got ontop of you with his fist next to your face “You ready for daddy’s big dick babygirl?” Biting your bottom lip  and nodding your head.

“Yeesss dadddyyyy I want your dick- I need it - I need it so bad daddy please - give me your big daddy dick.” you gave him kisses on his full pink lips.

Terry sat up and grabbed your legs to put them on his shoulders and slowly enters your pussy, moving to a pace to slowly open you up “Fuck your pussy is so fuckin’ tight babygirl, here baby relax your legs for me ughh fuckk mee ohh yeahh that’s it babygirl.” Your legs were spread wide to your chest under the firm hold of daddy’s fingers “Ohh shitt daddy you’re fucking. Mee. Soo. Good ohh ughh fuckkk.” Terry picks up his pace to fucking you deep in your guts, he leans over to give you a wet nasty kiss he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you suck on it then biting his lip “Babygirl I can feel your pussy grippin’ me, fuckk baby are you gonna nut on my dick? You can do it babygirl, nut on daddy’s dick.” Terry hips were fucking you dizzly and your legs started to squirm again “ugh - ugghhh - uggghhh ohh fucckkk” releasing your wet essence on his dick. 

“Turn the fuck around.” 

He grabs your hips to flip you over on your hands and knees then pulls your hips back to face him “Goddam babygirl look at this wet pussy, this is all for daddy huh?” you lay your head on the pillows and relax your back by pushing your hips out. You moaned his name “Yes yes daddy it’s all for you, please eat my pussy daddy.” Terry smacks both of your cheeks, you gasped feeling the lightning strike you moan that turned into a whine “Daadddyyy.” Terry grabs both of your arms to hold them behind your back and he gave you a long wet lick from your clit to ass and back down to your clit then kissing down your pussy his tongue swirling in your pussy  “Fuckkk daddyy ughh ohh fuckkk.” Terry used his hand held onto your hip to hold you in place so you take whatever he gives you. Feeling the heat rise again in your lower tummy, you try to scoot away but Terry leaned forward to give his tongue lashing and slurping your clit as well. 

“Oh my fuckin’ god daddy ughh oh shit, you’re eatin’ my pussy soo good oohh fucckk dadddyyyy I-I’m gonnna cumm.”

Terry just kept eating you up as you wetted his face, he growled into your pussy then gave you a few pecks down your ass and released your arms and made you be on your hands and knees and you groaned out “Daddyyy.” He pulled back your hips to him “Can you give me one more babygirl? Come on you can do it baby, you’re doing soo good for daddy, don’t you wanna make daddy nut?” he leaned over your body then grab your chin to look at him with his lips just barely touching you and push your lips to him and slides in your pussy once more, Terry stretching you out and grabbing a handful of your braids to sit you up as he drilled into you, he wrap his hand around your throat and slightly closing your airways under his grip. 

“Who’s pussy is this? Is this daddy’s pussy babygirl?”

“It-t’s  yourss daddy fuckkk it’s all your pussy ooh fuckk.”

“Open your mouth for daddy.” 

You sticked out your tongue and looked into his eyes Terry lets go some spit on your tongue and swallowing it down, he gives you sloppy kiss as he fucks the shit out you “Ughh daddy I don’t think I can cum ughh ughhhh.” Then feeling three wet fingers rubbing your clit, you horsley moaned loudly out and having your heat rise up in you for the last time “It’s okay babygirl if you wanna nut? I know you do. I can feel you mamas go ahead daddy’s gotchu.” You felt like you were exploding, shaking and shivering on Terry’s dick, him still fucking you through your climax and lets go of your neck so you fall on your pillow. He gives you a few more strokes before he cums deep inside of you.

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his speed-up heart “Thank you for this night daddy I had so much fun tonight I love you sososo much daddy.” he grabs your chin to have you look up at him “ I love you too babygirl. Daddy loves you very much and I'm glad that we went to that festival together babygirl.” Terry pulled the covers up from under the sheets and to see one large wet spot on the bed, you both looked at eachother with wide eyes and with you feeling embarrassed and covered your face then he slowly uncovers your face to hold your face in his hands.

“Heyy there’s no need to be embarrassed about this babygirl, I’m happy and proud that I was able to get to that point okay babygirl.” and gives you light pecks around your face “I’m gonna grab a towel and get a new comforter for us okay.” Once you both got situated in the bed and he had his arm wrapped around you pulling you close to him and relaxed behind you then you as well drifted off to sleep.

Holy fucking shit I can’t belive I just wrote all that 😳but I’m soooo happy that I did, I couldn’t help myself anymore thinking about this black king 🥵💕 and y’all this nigga got me like I want this nigga’s baby frfr 🤰🏿but if you had enjoy this thank you so much and I know in my heart that this nigga know how to dance I just feel it in my spirit, that nigga can and I wanted to talk about his heritage for the plot of the story. Andd High!Terry Bitchhh there was something in that weed that made him bionic cause nigga was hard for 4 rounds straight (like if he was the terminator) and Dom!Terry is always gonna do it for me especially if the nigga’s nasty, but thank you to everyone who read this it means really alot to me.

Love, Nazzy 💕

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Lesbian here, could you write Hyun-Ju x Chubby f!reader where Hyun-Ju is really into chubby girls but is afraid to fully express that to the reader until they have a conversation about it?

That conversation then results in lesbian sex where Hyun-Ju is a bit more submissive to her chubby girlfriend (like, having reader sit on her face, riding, body-worship)

And then they cuddle afterwards because Hyun-Ju deserves cuddles and love >:3

⍣ ೋInsecurities⍣ ೋ

AFAB!Fem!Reader x Cho Hyun-Ju

WARNING: BODY INSECURITY, A BIT OF GENDER DYSPHORIA, SMUT, FACE RIDING, SESBIAN LEX, HURT COMFORT, SWEARING, MINORS DNI

(Thank you for the request! I have been wanting to write for her because I adore her so much! I hope you enjoy it!)

Word count: 2638

Hyun-ju woke to a bright stream of light shining through the opening of the cream colored curtains that covered the bedroom window. The smell of food cooking came from outside the room. Hyun-ju sat up with a sigh and a stretch. She wore a thin silk nightgown that her girlfriend bought for her when she saw how she eyed it. Hyun-ju never thought she could comfortably wear this for a while until Y/n came around. 

Hyun-ju slipped out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom, using it and washing her hands and face before going to the kitchen. The smell of the food only got stronger. She turns the corner, taking in the sight of Y/n setting some plates with egg dumplings with some rice. She admires the way her partner swiftly moved.

As Y/n sets the plates she sneaks up behind her, arms snaking around her waist and hands resting on her belly. Hyun-ju takes notice of the way Y/n tenses when her hands go to her stomach. Hyun-ju furrows her eyebrows before speaking, “Good morning.” Her voice remains soft, worried that maybe she startled Y/n.

“Good morning.” Y/n’s voice seemed almost forced as she suddenly was out of Hyun-ju’s arms and moving to the table with the plates. She sets one at each of the seats. Pulling out a chair, Y/n takes a seat, one arm around her stomach at the other is used to eat. Hyun-ju walks over and pulls out the chair next to her, sitting as well. She glances at Y/n worriedly as she eats slowly. 

She goes to talk but Y/n beats her to it. “Can you not stare today?” Hyun-ju’s eyebrows knit together in slight confusion. Y/n’s tone was not mean or anything of the sort. More upset than anything. 

“I…” Hyun-ju was a little lost as to what was going on but just nods and looks down at the food in front of her. “Alright.” Her voice was small. She rubs her arm nervously, unsure what this is about. Hyun-ju couldn’t help but wonder if it was something she did. Or maybe her partner was feeling unsure about this relationship suddenly? Her mind filled with dread at the idea of it. Y/n had always been supportive and accepting but Hyun-ju can’t think of a time she reacted like this to her affection. Hyun-ju can’t help but worry that maybe something has changed? 

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After that the two were a little tense for the rest of the day. Y/n went out to the shops after that. Alone. They always went together. Hyun-ju sat and watched the tv, the interaction this morning playing over in her head. She was just so confused. She sits up quickly when she sees the front door open and Y/n walks in. Y/n doesn’t even acknowledge Hyun-ju as she shuts the door and carries the groceries to the kitchen, looking quite upset about something. 

Hyun-ju gets up and follows Y/n to the kitchen. She stands in the archway, watching as Y/n busies herself by putting away the groceries. Hyun-ju had a frown on her face, crossing her arms. 

“What's wrong?” She breaks the silence with a worried voice. 

Y/n looks up at her girlfriend and laughs a bit but it sounded more sad than anything. “Nothing.” Her voice was not certain. 

“Something is wrong. You have been weird all day.” Hyun-ju walks over to Y/n, trying to figure her out like a puzzle. 

“No. Nope.” Y/n shakes her head and goes back to putting the groceries away. Hyun-ju sighs, trying not to push. 

“Let me put these away.” She takes the bag from Y/n. Y/n looks up at her. It was in her eyes. She would break any moment. Whatever it was, she was not having a good day. “Go relax.” Hyun-ju insists. 

Y/n goes to argue but then lets out a defeated huff and nods, walking from the kitchen to the bedroom. Hyun-ju takes over, putting away the groceries in their shared home. She furrows her brows as she thinks about how off Y/n has been today. She knows she has off mental days. Maybe that’s what this is. She decides after putting groceries away that she will check. 

She puts the last few things away and then heads to their shared bedroom. She sees the door was left open and turns the corner to see Y/n standing in the body length mirror, eyeing herself in it. She was only in her bra and underwear, judgement clouding her eyes. Hyun-ju feels her heart shatter as she realizes the reason Y/n was acting so strange today. 

She takes a deep breath before walking into the room. “Honey…” Her voice was gentle. Y/n looks at her through the mirror with tear filled eyes. “Talk to me.” She says, gently rubbing her girlfriends bare arms as she stands behind her. 

“I…” Y/n chokes but looks down at her feet, sniffling before trying again. “I just hate how I look today. And then some asshole on the street was laughing with his friend at me. I just… Wish I didn’t look like this.”

“Like what? All I see is perfection.” Hyun-ju says, feeling sad from how her lover talked about herself. And angry at the careless people in public. 

“But how?” Y/n sniffles again as she looks at herself. 

“Because being plus-size doesn’t make you not perfect. I quite like it actually.” Hyun-ju says, her hands caressing along Y/n’s sides. 

“You do?” Y/n asks, eyebrows furrowed a bit, voice a little strained. 

“Of course. I mean, look at you. Probably one of the most beautiful people I have laid eyes on. Including your body. You have the body of a goddess. A body worth worshipping.” Hyun-ju’s eyes travel over each inch of Y/n’s body. Y/n lifts her head to look back at her. Hyun-ju returns her eyes to focus on Y/n’s eyes. 

“You really feel that way?” Y/n asks, slowly turning in her girlfriend's arms so she was facing her. 

“Yes.” Hyun-ju nods before leaning down to capture Y/n’s lips in a soft, loving kiss for a few seconds. “You are so sexy.” Hyun-ju chuckles and places soft kisses on her partner's neck. Y/n giggles and her arms go around Hyun-ju’s neck. 

“Well, so are you.” Y/n smiles as she pulls Hyun-ju towards their bed, turning as they reach it to push Hyun-ju to sit in front of her. She cups her face and caresses her cheeks gently. Hyun-ju’s hands find their way to Y/n’s hips, hands rubbing along her stomach and waist. Y/n’s skin was smooth under her touch aside from rising goosebumps occasionally. “Hyun-ju…” her name falls off Y/n’s lips like a little prayer. 

Hyun-ju looks up at her lover, pupils dilating as she takes in every detail. Y/n pushes Hyun-ju onto her back, kissing her again as she climbs onto the bed and settles on top of Hyun-ju, legs on either side of her hips. Hyun-ju can’t help but let out a soft gasp of surprise, hands finding Y/n’s waist. 

Y/n trails her hands over Hyun-ju’s chest, gently cupping her breasts into her hands. Hyun-ju arches her chest into Y/n’s hands with a soft moan. Y/n chuckles softly before moving her hands down to the hem of Hyun-ju’s shirt. She glides her hands over her soft skin as she lifts the shirt. Y/n gives Hyun-ju’s breasts a gentle squeeze before breaking the kiss. The two work together to swiftly lift her shirt off her body, Hyun-ju sitting up a bit to make it easy. 

She falls back onto the bed again after the shirt is off and is abandoned to the floor. Y/n sits up, still straddling Hyun-ju, admiring the woman below her. She stares at her flushed face as her messy hair is fanned out behind her head. Hyun-ju’s hands run up and down over Y/n’s sides as she watches her eyes take her in. She bites her lower lip a bit, feeling a bit nervous under her partner's stare. 

It was normal for Hyun-ju to feel like that sometimes. She was still in the process of her surgeries so she was hesitant at times. Y/n was pretty attentive and understanding, never pushing her past her limits. 

Y/n leans down placing gentle, loving kisses to her girlfriends chest, down in between her breasts as her hands cup the underside of each. She kisses the sides, her lips trailing over her skin. Y/n worshipped Hyun-ju just as much as Hyun-ju worshipped Y/n. Y/n’s hands trail down her stomach reaching the band of her pants, tips of her fingers slipping just under the band. The muscles under Y/n’s fingers tense and Hyun-ju lets out a gasp as she is pulled from her bliss and her mind is reminding her of those insecurities she carried. 

Y/n immediately noticed the change and lifted her head up to check on Hyun-ju. She saw it in her eyes. She knew that look. She quickly sits up, hands pulling away from Hyun-ju’s pants and getting off top of her, sitting beside her instead. Hyun-ju lets out a sigh. She’s not sure if it is in relief or disappointment of herself. She runs a hand over her face before looking over at Y/n.

“Sorry.” Y/n says as she crosses her legs. She didn’t take offence to it. Not one bit. She knew things like this were hard for Hyun-ju at times. She was always like this. Hyun-ju couldn’t be happier that she had such a respectful partner. 

“No, you don’t have to apologize.” Hyun-ju shakes her head. “I want to… I do. I just…”

“We both are having one of those days, it’s okay.” Y/n takes her girlfriend's hand and kisses it softly.

“We still can. Just… maybe we keep the pants on? I think I’ll be okay with that.” Hyun-ju props up on her elbows. 

“You sure?” Y/n asks and Hyun-ju nods eagerly. She did want to please Y/n. Like really bad. Y/n thinks for a moment before nodding and leans forward, kissing Hyun-ju again. Her hand comes up to hold her cheek. Y/n leans forward, nipping softly at Hyun-ju’s bottom lip. 

“Sit on my face.” Hyun-ju’s words fan across Y/n’s lips and send a rush of excitement straight to her core. 

“You-you sure? I don’t want to hurt you?” Y/n pulls back to meet her lover's eyes. Hyun-ju nods like the answer is obvious. 

“You won’t hurt me.” She says. Y/n takes a deep breath before nodding and slipping off her panties. At the same time, Hyun-ju is reaching behind Y/n’s back and unhooking her bra. Both articles of clothing are tossed to the floor and immediately Hyun-ju’s face is buried between Y/n’s breasts. Kissing the skin beneath her lips and cupping them, massaging them softly. Hyun-ju wraps her arms securely around Y/n and pulls her over and on top of her. Y/n lets out a gasp at the way Hyun-ju easily pulls her onto her. 

She sits up and inhales deeply before releasing her breath and crawling up, straddling Hyun-ju’s face. Hyun-ju closes her eyes as she takes in the musky scent of her girlfriend that drove her crazy. Her arms loop around Y/n’s thighs and grip them with her hands, pulling her down further. Y/n looks down at Hyun-ju below her, seeing her closed eyes before gasping as Hyun-ju’s tongue darts out to taste her. 

Y/n’s hands find Hyun-ju’s hair quickly and hold it almost as a way to have control. She grinds her hips down, clit rubbing on Hyun-ju’s nose. Y/n lets out a whine of pleasure as Hyun-ju’s tongue laps at the wetness gathered between her folds at the same time. Y/n’s head rolls back as she moans before rolling it forward again to get another look at the woman below her. 

Fuck, that was hot. “Good girl.” Y/n got a burst of confidence seeing how much Hyun-ju was into it. Those two words sent jolts of pleasure through Hyun-ju easily. Hyun-ju leans her chin up, latching onto Y/n’s swollen clit. “Ah!” Y/n gasps out and grips Hyun-ju’s hair tighter. She holds her head in place and grinds on her tongue. 

Hyun-ju can just make out soft moans and grunts with her face buried in between Y/n’s thighs. She would happily die here, like this. If there was one thing Hyun-ju loved doing, it was giving her girlfriend head. She wasn’t always up for receiving as of right now, while still waiting to finish her surgeries. Occasionally she would but not all the time. But giving was her specialty. She had no care if she got off. But getting Y/n off? Oh, she would do it a million times over. 

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Y/n groans, arching her back. Hyun-ju opens her eyes, staring up at Y/n as she uses her mouth to please herself. Hyun-ju’s hands move up and cup her stomach, caressing the skin lovingly. Y/n shudders a little under Hyun-ju’s touch, almost wanting to pull away but when she looks down and sees the admiration in Hyun-ju’s eyes she felt a swell in her heart. 

Y/n moans increase in pleasure, clit throbbing in Hyun-ju’s mouth as she sucks on it while Y/n grinds her hips back and forth. Hyun-ju knew she was close. All the telltale signs were there. So, she doubles her efforts, pulling Y/n down further onto her mouth. 

“Hyun-ju!” Y/n grips her hair tighter in an attempt to steady herself as she falls forward on the bed, feeling her body tip over the edge and release onto Hyun-ju’s face. Hyun-ju doesn’t stop as she makes sure to ride Y/n out through her orgasm. 

Y/n shudders as she comes down and her lowered whimpers tell Hyun-ju she is done. Hyun-ju pulls her mouth away and stares up at Y/n’s shaking form, rubbing her stomach back to her thighs in a comforting gesture. Y/n’s chest heaves as she catches her breath. 

“You alright?” Hyun-ju asks gently. Y/n nods and slowly removes herself off Hyun-ju’s face, going to just plop back on the bed from exhaustion. Hyun-ju is quick to catch her, hands resting on Y/n’s back and gently lowers her onto the mattress. As Y/n catches her breath, Hyun-ju gets up and goes into their connected bathroom. She returns with a small cup of water and a damp washcloth. 

She takes a seat back on the bed. She gently cleans Y/n up from her orgasm and then helps her sit up enough to sip some water. “There you go.” She whispers, setting the cup on the nightstand as Y/n lies back down. Hyun-ju slips out of her sweatpants before laying with Y/n, pulling her against her, wanting to offer as much skin to skin contact after that as she can. 

Y/n was appreciative of it as she rested her head against the top of Hyun-ju’s breasts. Hyun-ju strokes her hair, pushing it out of her face gently, admiring her love. She places a soft kiss to Y/n’s head whispering, “I love you.” 

Y/n gives a tired smile. “I love you more.” Hyun-ju rolls her eyes. Normally she’d argue, playfully of course, but seeing how sleepy she was she let it go this time. However, she would probably bring it up in the morning.

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I've loved your Spencer one shots!

f you're still doing requests I'd love a good hurt/comfort with Spencer x fem!reader . Maybe the reader (maybe she's in the bau or something) is kidnapped or in danger in some way and Spencer/the team save her. Along with some good comfort after.

If not that's okay too!

Safe again - S. Reid.

tw: being kidnapped, being forced to eat, nightmares ig, having wounds.

wc: 2.6k

a/n: well, that took longer that expected. I hope you like it♡ btw let me know if there are any other triggers that I didn't point out!! Thanks♡♡

(requests are open.)

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The roof was filled with mold, the floor felt cold, and your back hurt like hell. In fact, your whole body hurt like hell, especially your face due to all the torture your kidnapper had put on you. You knew the team would come to save you from this nightmare, but your hopes decreased every minute that passed by.

You saw her shadow appearing when the door opened, 'Not again...' You thought. She walked down the basement stairs and got closer to you. There was a plate on her hand, and it had some rice in it, like it always did.

"I hope you're hungry, I made this specially for you." You heard the woman's voice, and as she spoke, you could already feel your stomach wanting to throw up. Everything related to her caused you nausea.

"I... I'll eat it later..." You spoke, trying to avoid the food, but your words only made your kidnapper annoyed.

"You have to eat!" She cleared her throat. "I mean, darling, you'll get sick if you don't eat... please. Do it for me..." You tried to look away, avoiding her presence, but she grabbed your face and locked eyes with you. You felt her cold hands on your chin as you saw her grab some rice with the rusty spoon she had brought, the spoon was getting closer to your mouth, and a tear of desperation rolled down your face when you realized you had no choice.

"Please..." You lifted your gaze and looked at the kidnapper, begging for some compassion.

Spencer was pouring coffee in his cup, when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Shut up and eat!" She forced the spoon inside your mouth and watched as you ate. You felt a metal-like taste in your mouth, but you couldn't tell if it was the rusty spoon or the blood coming out of all the wounds you had in your face, that once again started to bleed.

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"Hey. Do you wanna talk?" Garcia was standing next to him, her hand reassuring Reid's shoulder. "It's like your fourteenth cup of coffee today. That's a lot. Even for you." She tried to joke, but she knew that Spencer wouldn't laugh at all.

"Thanks, but I'm fine." Reid placed the cup back on the counter and left it there, the fact that his behavior had been pointed out made him a little embarrassed.

"It's okay not to be... and you can't be fine. Not with what is going on, Spence." Penelope watched how her friend just looked down at the floor and remained in silence. For a second, it looked as if he was about to speak, but then Reid just silenced himself and turned away from Garcia. "Look, (y/n) has been kidnapped, and we're all doing everything in our hands to save her. You're one of the, if not the, most intelligent agent we have, and (y/n) needs your full concentration in the case in order to be saved." She was now speaking in a calmer tone as a hand rested in Spencer's shoulder. "I know it's hard... But you can always vent with me and with everyone else in the team."

For a moment, Spencer was still giving his back to Penelope, but then he turned to face her, and his eyes were teary. It broke Garcia's heart to see her friend like this, but she knew that now that he allowed himself to be worried openly, things would go smoother in the case.

"I just miss her so much..." Reid's voice was barely audible, but what could be heard was filled with sadness.

Hotch was a couple of steps away from the two of them. He couldn't hear what they were speaking about, but he knew it was about (y/n). He had a case file in his hands, new information had arrived from the local police station, and he knew that it was going to be a game changer. Aaron had told the rest of the team to go to the conference room, and now he had to speak to Spencer and Penelope.

"Guys." His voice sounded warmer than usual, a colleague's disappearance made the way he acted different. "I need you in the conference room and in your office now, please. It's about (y/n)." He spoke, first to Spencer and then to Penelope. The both of them nodded, understanding that it was important.

The case file said that a man had reported seeing a woman that looked like the unsub in his neighborhood, entering an abandoned house that was for sale. She had done it repeated times, and she always brought a different car, as if she didn't want to be recognized.

Spencer couldn't believe the information. He had an address in front of him, a place where you could possibly be. His heart was racing at full speed, and his hands were sweating. The bare thought of finding the woman that had taken you felt like a step closer to you. Reid hadn't said a word in the whole conference, but when Hotch said that Spencer wouldn't be entering the house, he couldn't help to yell.

"What?! But- I have to be there! I need to help her!"

"Yes. (y/n) needs you, and that's why we can't risk you getting close to the unsub. In case you can't control yourself and attack her, we don't wanna cause any kind of dangerous situation for (y/n)." Aaron spoke, and even though Spencer wanted to yell back at him, he stayed silent. All because he knew that he was completely capable of hurting your kidnapper.

Reid decided not to say another word and keep hearing the plan Aaron had made. His role would be to wait for you outside the place along with an ambulance, ready to comfort you. He knew that when you walked out of the door, his whole world would stop and that he would hold you with all his strength to never let you go again.

When you first talked about the possibility of getting together, you both knew that by working on the B.A.U. either of you could become the victim in any case you had. Despite this, both of you tried not to think often about that. You tried to keep your mind focused on work when a case was taking place. But now, now that was impossible for Spencer.

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You were shaking, shocked, and crying when you heard a gunshot, followed by the sound of your kidnappers' body falling to the floor. It was over. They all were there to save you. The unsub was dead, and now you were free once again.

"(y/n)!" Hotchner's voice took you out of that dissociating state. "We'll get you out of here. Get up." You felt your boss grabbing your arm and lifting you up from the cold ground.

"Is she okay?!" It was Emily's voice that came from outside the basement. You could hear the worry in her tone.

"She's got some wounds, but she'll be okay. I'm bringing her out." Aaron kept talking with the rest of the people there, but you barely processed what they were saying.

You were still shaking. You felt your head starting to hurt when the sun rays reached your face. How long had you been in there? Hours? Days? You couldn't say properly. The images of what had happened this past time repeated on your head, the food you were forced to eat, the freezing floor, and the dead body falling in front of you.

Your head was racing, but it all seemed to disappear when you saw him: Spencer.

He ran into your direction, leaving behind his vest and any kind of equipment he had to wear due to the protocol. Spencer hugged you, feeling your shaking body against his, thinking about everything he wanted to tell you and how sorry he felt because you had to go through this.

Reid was warm. It wasn't a minor detail since his warmth made a huge contrast with all the coldness that was inside that basement. You felt like Spencer's hug was the first thing that actually made you feel like you had been saved. You knew that by being in his arms again, you were safe.

With all this going through your head, your body started to calm itself. Your boyfriend didn't let go the hug until you did first, he knew that you needed it more than any kind of therapy, Reid knew that you needed him. His hug felt like a place in which you could find solace, a place where everything that happened was forgotten and only comfort mattered. A hand of his was caressing your back, and with every move that he made you felt a little more cared.

You didn't know how much time you spent hugged to Spencer, but it didn't matter, cause it was what you needed.

Slowly, you pulled away from Reid, his eyes instantly meeting yours. It broke your heart to see such a sorry look in his eyes, but you understood that it was the only way he could feel at the moment. Other team members walked closer to you, they checked up on you, and you told them all that you were fine now.

Once you could be alone with Spencer again, you grabbed his hand and looked at him. Reid was avoiding your gaze at all costs, and you knew exactly why that was happening.

"Spence... look at me..."

"I failed to protect you..." His voice was filled with guilt. "Look what she did to you..." Now he dared to look up, and as he did a hand caressed the side of your face that had a bandage on it. Reid's eyes started to get teary, and he had to look away to not cry. He felt like with the team being around, he couldn't break so easily.

"You didn't fail to do anything... It was just bad luck. I'm back here with you now. You guys saved me..." You tried to look the positive side of things, as you hated to see your boyfriend blaming himself for your kidnap.

"How can I make it up to you...?" His voice was still cracked, but you knew that he didn't want to dig deeper into the topic.

"Just stay with me. I'll tell you when I'm ready to be alone again."

Spencer looked at you, and he gently grabbed your back to make your body lean over his. Now your head was resting in his shoulder, one of his arms around you. Reid kept caressing your body, and you just stayed in silence as he did. Maybe the moment wouldn't last long, and it wasn't even the smallest part of what you would need to recover from the situation, but when you both were sitting there, it felt like nothing could ever harm you again. You knew that as long as Spencer was right beside you, you would overcome anything.

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Months had passed since the incident. You were still recovering from it and hadn't gone back to work. You had made a lot of progress, but unavoidably, there were setbacks.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your heart racing as you tried to focus on the fact that it had been a nightmare, since months ago you were safe. Your hands reached out for the sheets, trying to touch something that made you snap back from that terrified state. Your breathing was still irregular, and you could feel how it wasn't getting any better.

There had been something particular about that nightmare that affected you this much. Your head was spiraling with the images of that dream, when a hand placed on your back stopped it all. It was like knowing that he was there made you feel better almost instantly.

"Bad dream?" Your boyfriend's voice made you turn around, you only nodded in response.

Spencer sat up on bed, pulling his hand away from your back. Once he had made himself comfortable enough to speak to you face to face, he analyzed your face. He already sensed it was related to your kidnap.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened in it?" Now you were shaking your head. "It's fine... Actually, nightmares may occur when your body wants to send you signals that something is happening in the real world. Like, if you're sleeping over your arm and it's getting numb, your brain might make you dream that that same arm gets shot, and then you wake up and stop putting pressure on your arm..." He started to ramble, and you only smiled at him with a certain tireness in your face.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't related to that... but I'll take in the knowledge." Reid smiled, relieved that you took it with a small hint of humor. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Don't be. If I can help you in any way, then it is a pleasure to wake up. Besides that, you know that for me it's always a good thing to wake up next to you." Now you were smiling. Spencer pulled you in for a hug, and he placed a couple of kisses on your face. "I love you, never doubt that. If you need me to help you with even the smallest of problems, don't doubt to reach out for me. I'm your boyfriend (y/n). I love you, and everything I want to do is see you alright..."

You both stayed in silence. There were no words left to say. Despite the fact that you had many setbacks along the way, it was reassuring to know that you could always count on Spencer to be there for you. And even though he didn't say it as often as he'd like, Reid loved you with all of his heart. He would always be ready to drop everything for you.

Everyone always told Spencer how smart he was and how much knowledge his mind held. But for him, there was only one thing he genuinely wanted to know and understand, and it was you.

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[talesofesther]

what once was mine | ch 4

Loki x Reader

Series Summary: When watching what once was supposed to be the rest of his life, in an empty room in the TVA, Loki sees someone he can't recognize; a girl who's all tenderness and loose smiles, and most importantly, she was smiling at him.

A/N: Not sure if I'm completely happy with how this chapter came out, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Masterlist | Read ch 3 here

Loki had watched through a checkered screen how you held onto his hand as if he were your whole world. He had watched the love in your eyes and the smile on your lips, all directed at him. And now, he watched as you, in flesh and bone right in front of him, walked away.

There was a foreign feeling consuming his heart the more you distanced yourself from him. It was akin to loss, but how could he lose something that wasn't even his?

He was about to make the mistake of going after you when Mobius finally returned from the storage room he had been talking to you in.

"What happened?" Loki asked with a hint of urgency, his brows furrowed.

Mobius took in a long breath and then let it go past his lips. "She said she wants nothing to do with you."

Loki's frown only deepened, his eyes shifting between Mobius and the place you had disappeared into. If anything, he looked slightly offended. "Why?"

"Well, it's pretty obvious that she watched her Loki die, right?" Mobius gestured around, sounding a little fed up with all of this. "So it's a delicate subject, give her time, don't get on her face, don't be obnoxious, and she'll likely come around and be willing to answer whatever it is you wanna ask."

Loki blinked at the words, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I'm not obnoxious."

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"Stop looking at me like a lost puppy," you grumbled with a scowl on your features, gripping tightly onto your food tray.

Loki, who stood right beside you, scoffed. "I am not. I'm looking at the rice you're standing right in front of."

You breathed in, slowly, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. It's been three weeks since Mobius tried to reintroduce you two, and for the past two weeks, you've gained a new shadow. He doesn't talk much; or interacts much with you at all for that matter. But he's always there.

TVA's cafeteria was usually bustling with people this time of day, which was exactly why you always came by at least an hour earlier; but today you got caught up with work and there was no other option than to brave the crowds, otherwise, you'd stay without lunch.

When you'd picked up everything you wanted to eat, you turned around and surveyed the spacious room for any vacant tables. By the corner and near the railings that overlooked the city—or, what you would call a city here in the TVA, because to be honest, you still weren't sure what to name most of the things in this place—stood the only vacant table left, small and round, with two lonely chairs.

You closed your eyes and mumbled a curse under your breath. You made a beeline for the table, and you didn't have to look behind you to know that Loki was following your steps.

You settled into a chair and a few seconds later Loki made himself comfortable beside you. It was… strange, having him around. The racing of your heart every time he was near you was inevitable, but you were doing the impossible to dissociate any feelings from it. He was just another variant, that was it, nothing more. You just wished you knew what his obsession with you was all about, so what if he saw his would-be future with you? That was not yours or his life anymore.

"Your food is gonna get cold."

Loki's voice caught your attention, you glanced toward him with a frown, only now realizing that you'd been poking your food around with your fork for a while, lost in thought. For a heartbeat, you held his gaze, you allowed yourself to drown in those ever-familiar bright eyes that you'd missed so much. But before you could lose yourself in the ocean, you swam back up. This wasn't your Loki, no; you had to remind yourself of it, time and time again. For your own sake, you had to believe in that lie.

For the last couple of weeks that he'd been following you around, more and more you noticed the same glint in Loki's eyes, a mix between expectant and lost. You wondered if even he knew what exactly he wanted from you.

The only answer you gave to him was a low hum.

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The days inside the TVA blend together easily, that was something you learned in your first few weeks here. In all fairness, it's what one would expect for a place out of time. Sometimes the day they captured you as just another variant felt like ages ago. Sometimes, it felt like just yesterday.

It had been difficult when you first arrived here, nearly unbearably so. In the blink of an eye, you had lost your entire life, everyone you still loved and held dear became unreachable. It was either starting a new life here, or ending your life altogether. For some reason, you still felt like living.

The TVA kept you busy then, enough for you to not succumb to panic. As days went by, it became easier; as time passed, or as Mobius would tell you, as time passed differently, you became almost numb to what you'd lost. Almost.

A sigh went past your lips as you ran your fingertips over the paper. Mobius usually had you go over each file reporting a possible new Loki variant. Finding patterns and creating connections they otherwise wouldn't have noticed. You tried not to dwell too much on the fact that you had to use your connection to the person you once loved as a form of work.

Your desk stood by the edge of the library, away from too much commotion, a cozy little space you'd given your own personal touch to over the time you'd been here. A few books here, a small cassette player there, a snack drawer, a sketchbook, a purple desk lamp; small things to remind yourself you were still human.

As much as you could, you made a new home here.

A shadow suddenly appeared over the paper in your hands, you straightened your posture on your chair before looking up.

Loki stood before you, in his dress shirt and dark jacket with the word variant on the back—you'd worn one of those too on your first days here, now that you recall. He held a fresh stack of papers in his hands that already had you internally groaning.

"Mobius sends his regards," Loki smirked as he dropped the papers on your desk.

"Great," you mumbled, sarcasm dripping from your words, "it's not like I wanted to sleep tonight anyway."

A beat passed and you could feel Loki's gaze still lingering on you. From the corner of your eyes you watched as his fingers nervously tapped the wood of your desk. You hated that you knew this habit of his oh so well.

"Maybe I could assist you." Loki pulled a chair from the empty table to your left, setting it on the edge of your desk so he could sit down. But before he did so, he said, "If you'd like."

He was giving you an out from spending time with him, even if that was clearly what he wanted. You nearly took it. Your lips hung open, ready to say something like; I work better alone, or go bother someone else. But your eyes suddenly had a faint burn behind them, your chest squeezing tight around your heart—the heart that still bled and missed him every day. "Knock yourself out," you found yourself saying, without looking up from your paperwork.

Loki sat down on his chair beside you, took a few of the papers in his hands, and for a good few minutes, the silence that lingered between you was, surprisingly, somewhat comfortable.

Stealing glances at you was inevitable. As Loki read the files in his hands, the words started to blur together, and he found his gaze drifting to you. He observed the way you'd frown slightly as you read over the lines, sometimes scoffing or mumbling something to yourself.

You were quite annoying, Loki had to agree with Mobius on that. Stubborn, closed off, and hard to read. If it were anyone else, Loki wouldn't even consider losing his time of day, but each time he saw you, his heart jumped and stumbled inside his chest, he grew short of breath, cold hands turning clammy. It was inevitable. His body acting against his will, as if his soul ached to touch yours.

He had to know why.

"May I ask," Loki began, hints of hesitance in his words.

Your eyebrow perked up a little, but you still refused to look at him.

Loki pursed his lips before speaking, "Mobius mentioned you've been here a while, that he found you could be useful. But he never went into detail." He let go of the papers in his hands, "how did you get here? Why didn't they prune you?"

You visibly tensed. Jaw setting tightly into place as you took in a short breath through your nose. For several moments, you kept quiet, eyes fixed on the same words in the file you held as you considered whether to humor him or not. You weren't sure why you answered, the words simply rolled off your tongue; a subconscious reaction to the sound of his voice.

"It was my fault, I tried to travel through time when I knew I shouldn't. They caught me pretty much immediately." You chuckled humorlessly, stealing a glance toward Loki only to find his eyes already focused on you. You nearly drowned again. "They kept me around because…" You hesitated, and then merely gestured to the scattered papers on your desk; "I know a lot about Lokis," you shrugged, "and they needed help with that."

A small frown came to Loki's features as he weighed your words. He twirled one of your pencils between his fingers. "Why would you travel through time if you knew you shouldn't?"

Immediately, Loki knew he'd touched a nerve. Your whole demeanor changed, it almost felt like a curtain had fallen over you and a whole new person sat beside him. What little you had began to open up, was back under lock and key.

You didn't raise your voice, you didn't lash out. You simply cleared your throat, turned away from him, and said; "I thought you wanted to stay to help me work. So either do that, or leave me be."

Loki's lips hovered, ready to retaliate with a quip of his own, but he bit back any words he might want to say. Give her time.

He nodded to no one in particular, and indeed went back to work.

Later at night, when the TVA was strangely quiet, and most people had already turned in for the night. Loki glanced beside him only to find you drifting into sleep; one hand holding your cheek and the other loosely holding a pencil that had scratched a weird, faint line into the file on your desk.

It felt unexpectedly intimate. Loki glanced from one side of the dim-lit library to the other, as if looking for a clue on what he should do.

Carefully, almost comically so, he took the pencil from your delicate hold and stacked the file you had with the small pile he'd created.

The desk lamp right beside you cast a faint glow over your features, shaping your cheekbones, nose, and lips. Loki couldn't help but notice, that the light also shaped a thin but rather deep scar running from your forehead to the beginning of your left eyebrow; from the look of it, it appeared to have been there for a while now.

Without giving himself too much room to overthink, Loki reached out and gave a single push to your shoulder. His fingers tingled from your warmth.

You stirred awake, gasping softly as soon as you opened your eyes. You blinked several times, willing your mind to focus back on reality.

"I suppose we're done," Loki told you, keeping his voice just an octave lower as he turned his gaze to the small stack of papers. "If you're quick, you can still grab a few hours of sleep before the new day starts."

"Right," you breathed, running a hand through your hair. Eyebrows still furrowed as you processed what was happening.

You tidied your desk in silence, and Loki put the chair he had borrowed back in its place. He turned to you then, half expecting you to simply turn around and walk away. You didn't, and maybe it was a trick of the light, or the fact that he could visibly notice your eyes dropping from tiredness, but your features were the softest he had ever seen them be. A quick glimpse of the girl he'd first seen from the life he was supposed to have.

Loki held his breath. He wasn't sure why, but he did.

"Thank you for the help," you gave him a tight-lipped smile, refusing to hold his gaze for more than a second, "see you around."

With that, you turned around and left. Loki's heartbeat kept the same rushed pace until he reached his own small bedroom.

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[weebsinstash]

You know what I've been thinking about lately? Reader x yandere Japanese coworker who gives you inappropriately elaborate bento boxes

That sounds so ultra specific and you're like "well weeb what do you mean, INAPPROPRIATELY ELABORATE" and like I don't mean there's gold leaf and pearls in there or anything but

Say we have Izuku because he's actually specifically who I've had this idea for. I've been having ideas specifically for a Quirkless AU where you work at a company and you're a grown ass adult and he's like, freshly 20, 21, and he's already a significantly higher position in the company than you. I'm talking one day you start hearing of a new transfer and you're standing at the bus stop/train station whatever to go to work and there's some baby faced young man who is being a little too chatty and friendly with you and you're almost wondering if he's stalking you to work when you find out... He's the son of the president of the company or he's like a few positions below CEO 💀💀💀 you could be like 32 and you've worked here for 4 years and here's this, almost KID making like triple if not even more multiples of your entire year's salary

So you're frugal with your money, saving up for a house or something big, or just straight up in a position that isn't paid very well or, maybe you even have an eating disorder or have a diet where you skip meals, and one day Izuku is doing the thing where he's standing inappropriately behind you to look over the quality of your work on your current task when he hears your stomach grumble and asks if you've taken your lunch yet, and pressures you to go eat, oh "it's our obligation as a company to make sure you're taking your legally mandated breaks :) go take a break, you've worked hard today", and then he's being nosey as fuck about THAT too, snooping to find out what you're eating, maybe even taking his lunch at the same time to try and follow you to where you're eating

Either after finding out you straight up don't eat lunch, or you eat too little, or food that isn't very good for you, one day Izuku is very confidently setting a bento down in front of you, all smiles, so friendly, "I made this for you! I really hope you try some of it!"

I've heard Japanese people say things along the lines of "we don't say I love you but we will ask if you've eaten today" and how in a lot of cultures food is a love language (like how the Mystic Messenger boys would ask if you've eaten?). So. You go to open this lunchbox, having no idea what to expect. And it's. It's not just like, store-bought rice balls, he obviously COOKED THINGS. You open up your bento thinking it's just something easy and simple and it's something like THIS

like. Appreciate the love language that is "cutting food into fun and cute shapes". The man hands you something that took WORK, DEDICATION, FOCUS. There is no point in all the detail besides to make it more enjoyable and he's giving it to YOU. He's handing you an ENGAGEMENT RING OF BENTO BOXES here. And this man is... your boss whom you spend absolutely 0 time outside of work with and you also resent his success 💀

I also see Japanese yandere, specifically in Japan, taking advantage of the Japanese culture of drinking after work. There's real pressure to go to certain company drinking parties, to know how to politely serve drinks to and obey your higher ups, how you'll be ostracized if you don't go when invited, so then you're being awkwardly pressured into situations with a yandere who is trying to make you slip up and let loose little personal details about yourself. So what's your favorite color? Aaa, mine too! I think you said something about growing up innn.... yeah, that was the name, thank you!" and just. Really boiling your frog, you know what I mean? You're getting more comfortable, not realizing the yandere is gradually increasing the amount of alcohol you're drinking and the intensity of their questions

"So, you said you were saving up for a house? Are you going to live there with your partner? Oh, you don't have anyone? Well, surely there was someone in the past, right? No? But... but you're so wonderful, that's so sad! I'm sure someone will come along and, help provide for you and help you settle down someday :) so, what kind of house were you thinking of buying--"

[w2soneshots]

INside -Angry ginge

words: 0.9k+

warnings: none.

summary: you enter the inside house and quickly get along with a particularly attractive ginger boy.

notes: hello loves! I’ve had so many people asking for more angry ginge fics so here’s a one off😉. Enjoy!!💓🫶🏼

Today I'm going into a house with nine other people for a week. No connection with the outside world, no internet and with mostly strangers that I've never met. It's for the sidemen's new reality show. I haven't been told much about it so it will be quite a surprise.

The taxi dropped me off outside and I grabbed my suitcase from the boot. I pushed open the heavy door to reveal what looked like an airport security. I furrowed my brows. "The fuck is this?" I walked through the scanner then read the signs on the mirror. "Smile for the camera." I pulled a face then popped my suitcase onto the conveyor belt. Once I was finished I opened the door on the right.

The house was quiet when I made my way up the stairs. "Hello?!" I shouted out. I walked into the living room. "Hey!" Joe ran towards me. "Hi! I can't believe you're in here!" We shared a quick hug. I've known Joe for years. It was nice to know that someone I knew was in the house. Then another guy stepped forward. "Hello. I'm Morgan." He greeted me with a cute smile. I smiled back. "Hi, I'm y/n."

The next to arrive was Chloe (who I know since I was on her podcast), followed by everyone else. They all seemed nice but I could tell that there was a few people in it just for the money, which I understand but I want to make friends and just have some fun. We picked our beds. I ended up between Morgan and Manrika. We all sat down on the sofa to have a chat. After a little while Miniminter, Vik and KSI walked into the room. Everyone erupted in cheers and claps.

"Welcome to inside!" JJ started dramatically. "You will all be battling it out for a prize fund that starts out at one million pounds." Everyone clapped once again. "As you guys can see, there's not much in this house. That's because everything costs money." Vik said, putting on his best presenter voice. "No Vik no!" Joe joked. Simon began, "We're going to be opening the shop so you can buy whatever you want, but you're going to be paying for it through everyone's prize money." Vik went on to explain all about the shop, the daily challenges and food (we only get basic stuff unless we want to purchase it from the shop).

They left soon after and we continued to chat away. Until the tv screen lit up, reading 'the shop is now open'. Everyone raced downstairs. "Two grand for the pool balls?! You're taking the piss." Ginge stared at the board. "You have to pay for a shower? Are you fucking joking!" My eyes widened. I really didn't want to have cold showers every day.

After a long conversation about the shop and trying not to spend anything we all went upstairs. Then lunch arrived. It was freezing cold rice and chickpeas. I genuinely could not force myself to eat it, it was disgusting. Everyone went to eat their food then me and Ginge slipped away from the group to go downstairs. We giggled as we hurried into the shop. "I'm fucking starving." I ordered a packet of crisps and a fizzy drink. He ordered the same. We sat on the floor and ate in peace.

After the first night I slowly began to catch feelings for Morgan, and Chloe was quick to notice. "But do you find him attractive?" She asked me as we got ready. "I don't know. He's tall and he's cute." I replied, not making eye contact with her. "Oh you definitely like him!" She chuckled.

It started to become a running joke in the house. The way we looked at each other, our banter and the fact we always sat next to each other. Me and Ginge didn't talk about it directly but one day Specs was telling me about the conversation he had had with Morgan and it was very interesting. "He said that he would go on a date with you if he got the chance." "You're joking?" I was slightly surprised and I didn't want to look like a mug if Specs was just having me on. "No seriously. He likes you y/n."

Ginge left the next day and I actually missed him. It felt weird not having him around. I ended up getting into the final three before I left. I was really happy for Chloe and Manrika. I also saw Morgan again, we shared a quick hug then I gave him the rundown on what happened after he had left. We filmed tiktok's, took pictures and then said our goodbyes. I felt as though I had made some really good friends and made some interesting memories.

A few days after the final I got a call from Morgan. "Hey!" I answered in a cheerful voice. "Hi, I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week?" He got straight to the point and sounded slightly nervous. "Are you asking me out?" "Uh- well- yeah." He stumbled on his words. "So Specs wasn't joking." I thought out loud. "What?" "I'll explain on our date. You free Friday?" I asked. Unbeknownst to me a huge smile spread across his face. "Yeah I am." "Great see you then."

After I declined the call I quickly rang Chloe. "Babe, you'll never guess who just asked me out!" I began excitedly. "Who? Wait! Ginge?! No way!" She screeched down the phone.

[nnight-dances]

LOVE 119

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: FLUFF (!!!) with a hint of angst

TROPES: established relationship with age gap, just silly boyfriend girlfriend things because i was in a silly mood, cooking slander, cute lovesick shit.

NOTE: my debut riize fic!!! i know i said i wasn't going to write anything before the vernon fic but guys you have to believe me when i say this fic basically wrote itself. enjoy my wonbin brainrot that was born because i'm scared of getting older but it is what is is, and the way i cope is to write it <3 let me know what you think, ily!

It was never not going to feel weird to you, to have a boyfriend who was younger than you. Forget that Wonbin was only born a year after you, you couldn't shake the weirdness off because you'd never done it before. All of your relationships had been with men older than you, sometimes by outrageous numbers but never so much that they would find a way to abuse their age with you. So why was it that when you'd lay eyes on your current boyfriend and feel a rush of excitement, it made you coil up… like you were doing something wrong?

"You wanna get Wendy's for dinner?" Wonbin asks you, lying upside down on your bed, your white sheets enveloping him and emphasizing his soft edges all over. You blink at him, not meaning to ignore him but ending up leaving his question unanswered when your thoughts pull you back into your head–

It wasn't even like he acted younger. If anything, he was adamant to keep up his tough exterior in front of you most days, only breaking down into the soft romantic he was when you'd show him your own vulnerable sides. In fact, people who knew you were often shocked to find that you were the older one in the equation, eyeing both Wonbin's height advantage and your knack for acting the tantrum-thrower. So, why did you feel this storm brewing in your gut anyway?

"Babe?" Wonbin sits up when you keep staring into space, brows rising in concern, "You good, darling?" The worried tone your boyfriend's questions carry do right to bring you back to earth and you cough in embarassment. Way to start acting your age, you scold yourself, standing up all too quickly. 

But brave the iron-deficient darkness that spots your vision for a moment to declare, "No, no more Wendy's. It's too…" you pause, giving yourself a chance to think over your words, "unhealthy. We should look at what we eat."

Really? You were gonna go for the stubborn mom approach? 

If there was ever a window for you to take back your words, it was definitely closed now because Wonbin's grinning mischeviously, not quite sure what you were acting out about but enjoying the consequences nonetheless. He rolls over, not a minute's thought to the way his hair was sticking every which way. 

"So, what? You're gonna cook us dinner or something?" Wonbin's classic indifference lilts his words but his eyes are sparkling with the possibility of seeing a new side of you.

You cross your arms, a poorly-masked sigh leaving you, "I… will."

With that, you swerve out of your bedroom and pace toward the kitchen, appalled at the situation you were getting yourself into. It was no secret that while you were self-sufficient in most aspects of your life, cooking was far from one of your most-accomplished skills. But that didn't mean you were a complete disaster. 

You take a deep breath as you survey the ingredients in your fridge, brain working over-time to come up with a recipe that could be your dinner for the day. 

"I'd love some rice and vegetable stir-fry–" Wonbin's cheeky comment stops halfway when he sees your glare but the boy is having too much fun because he continues with a wink, "Please?"

"As funny as you are," you turn back around to the fridge, a plan forming in your mind, "I'm not taking orders today, sorry. And thanks to my limited inventory, tonight's dish is–" You set a carton of eggs on the counter with a sweet smile, "Omurice."

Wonbin's grin falls, right from his eyes when he looks at the counter as you start preparing rice and warm up the pan for the dish. "What? It's dinner time, Y/N!" he complains, "and plus, even if omurice was considered dinner in another world, it'd be for kids."

You gasp dramatically at this words but don't pay his words any attention. You hadn't planned to bring out the pouty boy leaning over the counter, frowning at your every unbothered move, but you can't say you're not enjoying it. And what's better is that you know for a fact that your omurice is your best chance at impressing your boyfriend with your cooking skills.

"Wonbin, trust me, you're not gonna regret sticking around for this omurice," you tell him over your shoulder, expertly sliding the eggs around on the pan, "I made this all the time back in my study abroad days in Japan. I learnt from the best."

This meets Wonbin by surprise, "You studied abroad in Japan? What the hell?"

You laugh, "It was a long time ago and only for a year. Not the most interesting thing about me either."

"That's crazy," Wonbin thinks out loud, "I wish I'd studied abroad."

"Why didn't you?"

"I hate travelling, especially for that short of a time. And I hate making new friends so I decided against wasting my energy."

You nod, "Fair enough. Plus," you spin around to grab two plates from the counter, "If you'd gone, I would've never met you when I did."

Wonbin watches you hard at word, chin on his palm, "I guess you're right. I would've been off-campus for junior year and by the time I'd get back, you would've graduated."

"Scary thought," you muse as you get started on the fried rice beside the omelette that you let cook for just a little.

"Not really, I'm sure we would've met either way," Wonbin says with a conviction that has you turning around with an inquistive look. He shrugs at your teasing look, "What? I think it's lame to think we met just by chance."

"Of course it was," you laugh, "I ran into you and spilled my coffee all over you. Babe, that's literally the definition of a chance encounter. I could've ran into anyone else, or maybe you could've never been there waiting for Sungchan."

You're staring on the ketchup decoration when Wonbin responds, "But you didn't. That's exactly it. There was a chance for all of those other things happening, all at random, but you ran into me. I think that has to mean something."

You can't conceal the goofy grin that spills across your lips when you meet Wonbin's expression of absolute gravity. He's so serious about insisting that you were meant to be and it has your heart melting. "You're cute," you sigh, presenting him with your finished products. He's distracted from the conversation when he catches the sight before him.

"Woah," he lets out, looking at you in shock, "Y/N, this looks amazing."

"Wait till you taste it," you pat his cheek, pulling him along to the makeshift dining table you'd set up recently, with a good view of both the huge window across the room and the television in your living room. 

"That's so good," Wonbin groans, speaking with his mouth full, "I'm sorry I doubted your skills, this is the best thing I've tasted."

You laugh, ears redenning at his flattery but relishing the way he can't seem to stop eating the warm dish. "I'm glad you like it," you take a bite yourself, satisfied that you hadn't lost your touch along the years. 

"Insane. I didn't know my girlfriend was hiding her inner cook all this time," he comments, smiling when he's done eating, "What else am I going to find out about you? You weren't in a gang or something before I met you, right?"

"Hold your horses, boy," you shush him, taking his plate to the sink, "You'll find out all my secrets with time."

You're running the plates under water to let them soak up some moisture when you feel your boyfriend's arms around your waist. "Wonbin?" you echo.

The boy's nose settles in the crook of your neck, stealing some of the warmth that rushes there at the contact. "Thank you," he mumbles into your back, "You're so cool. I want to be with you forever."

You choke over your own hitched breath, "You can't just say that!" 

"Sorry," his tone tells you he's not a bit sorry, "I'm just so happy whenever I'm with you. That's why I can't imagine a world where I'm not with you. Right here, holding you while you take care of me."

"If you're trying to kill me, it's really working," you sigh out with hot cheeks, barely managing to finish washing the dishes with all the sickly sweet confessions that are basically oozing out of Wonbin. He laughs a low laugh, kissing your ear as he pulls away. 

Your head feels light, heartbeat irregular because somehow, like always, Wonbin knows exactly what to say. Even if you hadn't voiced your worries out loud, his words were the perfect antidote to the baseless worries you were entertaining earlier. He was so gentle, the way he was reassuring that you weren't the only baby in this relationship, after all, you did your part in looking after him. 

"Tell me," you walk up to him, wrapping yourself around his torso this time, face propped up against his chest to look up at him, "It's your turn to share a secret with me."

"Hmm," Wonbin hums thoughtfully, slowly steering both of your bodies toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him, "I don't know… How about the fact that I was in squash club?"

"You were?" 

"Yeah, I loved it. I went to every single practice when I was a freshamn, even in the middle of the week, because it got my mind off everything," he says quietly, "It was the only place where I could forget trying to be likeable. I didn't have to make friends, just had to be good at the game."

"And were you?" you ask, knowing the answer to the question. 

"Yeah, I think so. That's probably why they wanted to make me captain of the club in sophomore year."

"Oooh, that's amazing. Now it makes sense why your quads are so built," you grin into his skin when he plops both of you onto the bed, "But wait, I don't remember you being captain when I met you?"

"That's because I didn't take the offer. I knew I would have my hands full in junior year and I hate doing things half-heartedly," Wonbin's eyes take on a distant look, but you can tell he doesn't regret his choice a bit. It was his choice, after all. 

"Ah, that's a good policy to have," you kiss his cheek, "Thank you for telling me."

Wonbin's lips lift up in a small smile at your comment, nodding in acknowledgment. "Now… are you gonna tell me what was on your mind earlier today?"

You freeze at his keen observation, averting your gaze in an attempt to skirt it, "I– It was nothing. Just stupid stuff. I'm over it though, so don't worry about it."

"I wouldn't worry about it if you looked in my eye while you said that," your boyfriend catches you again, firm arm bringing you closer to him, "Come on, sweet, let me in. What's wrong?"

You sigh in defeat. "You're too smart. And if you must know, I was just overthinking our age gap."

"Age gap? You mean that I was born 9 months after you?"

You glare at him, "Okay, I don't appreciate your fact-based attacks on my weaknesses. And an age gap is an age gap. It's my first time being with someone younger."

"So it's natural to feel weird," he completes your thought for you, "But you've always been so chill about it, what made this come up?"

"Not sure," you wonder yourself, "I've been feeling older recently. Even though my birthday was a month ago. I don't know, I feel like I'm not responsible enough sometimes, especially with you– I don't want to make you do everything."

"You don't," Wonbin brushes a thumb against your cheek. "You're always checking up on me, Y/N. And you're the one who made sure we were always communicating with each other, even about the small things. I think you'd pass the old soul check any day."

You chuckle softly at your boyfriend's reassurance, "You're not wrong. But you're sure I'm… enough?"

Wonbin frowns at your concern, "Hey, now that's a bigger issue than our age gap. Of course– You're more than enough, Y/N. Did you not hear me earlier? I can't imagine not being with you. That means, I can't imagine living without you. I'm like the luckiest guy to have managed to get you in bed with me. I'm serious, you turned my life around when you ruined my favorite shirt that day–"

"And I've apologized endlessly about it–"

"You're the reason I'm not a loner, following Sungchan around all the time because he's the only one who doesn't think of me as a stuck-up idiot. I love you so much."

"Okay, okay, I think I get it," you stop him, hand on your chest when he keeps snuggling closer, lips a breath away from your skin. "I'm not thinking those thoughts anymore, babe. I know you love me. I love you, too."

"Good," he pecks your nose, "But I have to say, you're hot when your older side comes out. Watching you cook me dinner was an experience I'm not forgetting anytime soon."

"I guess I better do it more then," you tease him, fingers running through his soft hair, "I'll go on a grocery run later this week. Cook you that stir-fry you wanted, huh?"

"If you're trying to get into my pants right now, congrats, you've made it," Wonbin laughs, cheeks warm at your bold promise. "But yes please, and can I come grocery shopping with you?"

"Sure you won't get bored? Grocery shopping is a boring adult chore, you know–"

"Okay, I don't think you're allowed to use your age to belittle me–"

"Or what? You're gonna get mad at me?"

"I hate you– I'm gonna go home if you're gonna–"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, babe, come back!" 

[joedirtymadre]

new to your blog and it's absolutely ADORABLE! :D may I please req a toge inumaki x reader fluff where toge/reader return after a looong day to their s/o and bask in their warmth? maybe turns into eventual smut? all upto you and absolutely fine if you don't want to, thank youu and ly!! :)

Thank you 🥹 AND YES I CAN (and I hope this one care out great!). Also I normally do (character x F reader) unless someone asks for something different. So keep that in mind when reading my stories 🥸

Bath Time?

Anyways- TOGE X READER *SMUT (STILL TAKING REQUESTS PLS SEND EM 🧎‍♀️)

“Hmm… he said he finished his assignment about an hour ago, so he should be here by now…” I trailed off as I set the table. I quickly finished setting the table and placing down the food, in hopes that he would arrive before it gets cold. “If he’s taking this long to get home, then it must’ve been a tough mission,” I sighed as I covered the meal to prevent it from getting too cold. “I should have a bath ready for him,” I said and headed to the bathroom to start a warm bath for him. As soon as I finished filling the bath with hot water I heard the front door open.

I walked out, and saw Toge removing his shoes and putting on his sandals. I walked up and he noticed my presence and faced me. “Hi honey,” I smiled. “Salmon,” he said and reached out for me. I slowly pulled him into a hug and I felt him relax as I rubbed his back. Rough day today?” I asked. “Bonito flakes…” he sighed. “I thought so… so I made you something tasty,” I said as I guided him to the dinner table. “Kelp? Salmon?” He questioned. “I thought some rice balls and katsudon with curry might make today a little better,” I said and uncovered the food. “Tuna mayo!” He said excitedly and quickly sat down. “Salmon, kelp, caviar,” he said softly and he placed his hands together and bowed his head lightly. Then he quickly began eating as if he hadn't eaten anything all day. “I guess they didn’t give you a break today huh?” I asked before taking a seat myself. “Mustard leaf,” he mumbled before taking another big bite. “I’m glad you like it, and I have a bath ready for you too. So finish up and get ready ok?” I asked. He nodded and we both finished up eating.

I began picking up the dishes, “Alright now go wash up before the bath,” I smiled. Toge grabbed my arm, almost making me lose balance of the dishes. “Toge?” I asked, confused. “Salmon,” Toge said as he removed the plates from my hands and set them in the sink. He then dragged me to the restroom. “T-Toge?” I stuttered as he shut the door. “Bonito flakes,” he said as he pointed to the both of us and then the bathtub. “Oh! Y-You want to take a bath together?” I blushed. “Tuna mayo,” he smiled, and began removing his clothing. I blushed at the sight of him, I don’t know why I still get so embarrassed. It’s not like I haven’t seen him naked before, but still… I slowly began removing my clothing as well. I covered my chest, feeling my face heat up. Hopefully, he thinks it’s from the steam, or else he’ll tease me about it. “Salmon,” he said as he turned on the shower head and moved me in front of him. The water rained down on us lightly, I then watched as he grabbed some body wash and lathered up his hands in soap. I squeaked when I suddenly felt his hands on my hips. I heard him chuckle and I bit my lip. I tried my best to keep calm, but his hands roamed around my body. I then felt one hand cup my left breast and the other right on my abdomen. “T-Toge…” I whispered as he began playing with my nipple. “Hmm?” I heard. “I-I think I’m clean enough. I think it’s y-your turn,” I said before grabbing some soap and lathering my hands. I turned around to face him and began to lather some soap on his chest. I slowly moved them lower and lower, before stopping. I was suddenly pushed into the wall behind me and felt a pair of strong yet soft lips overcome mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. He then pulled away and went straight for my neck, sucking and nibbling all over. “Ah~! Toge!” I let out. After this I felt Toge attack my neck rougher, and felt his hands roam down to my legs pulling them up to where he’s now carrying me. After a few more minutes of making out I felt Toge begin to walk me out of the bathroom. “Toge?” I asked, confused. Before being suddenly thrown onto a soft flat surface.

I blushed as I realized that he took me to the bedroom. I watched as he stared down at me, panting, and letting his eyes roam around each inch of my body. “Doggy position,” he said, and my body quickly acted on its own and flipped over onto all fours. I blushed heavily from the lewd position I was in, all fours with my pussy spread out for him. I squeaked as I felt a thumb graze over my pussy lips. “Mm~” Toge let out and slowly entered 2 fingers. I gasped, and quickly bit my lip. Trying to hold on whatever sounds I’d make. Toge must’ve taken this as a challenge because he quickly increased the speed. I laid there on all fours gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white trying to not let out any loud moans. “Salmon…” he said frustrated. “T-Toge… sl-slow down!” I gasped and tried to look back. He then slowly removed his fingers, giving me a moment to catch my breath. But a moment too little as I gasped from the large, hard cock that slipped inside. He quickly grabbed both my arms pulling them behind me. His cock filled up my insides perfectly, and without a second to adjust to the size difference Toge quickly began ramming into me. “Ah~ Ah~ To-!” I drooled as I finally gave up on controlling my moans. “Louder,” I heard, and my moans began filling the entire room. My mind was blank, all I could comprehend was the sounds of his thrusting and my moans. “Oge~ Toge~!” I cried out, with my face hitting the sheets. Suddenly Toge released my right arm and it fell to the side, I have no strength to move it. “Rub yourself,” I heard him say and my arm moved itself under me, straight to my clit. My eyes widened as I began rubbing my clit, “No~! Too much~!” I cried out, but my hand wouldn’t stop, and neither did Toge. This begging only made him fuck me harder, as I felt him lean over me even more. Making his cock fill my pussy up even deeper.

I felt the familiar burning sensation running through my body and knew what was coming. “Oge~! Slow do- Gon- cum~!” I gasped, but it was too late. I felt my body tremble as a wave of pleasure ran through me and I quickly bit into the sheets until it passed. My body finally relaxed and my arm dropped. I then realized… Toge’s still inside, and he’s still hard. “T-Toge?” I asked softly, and before I could turn I felt him slowly pull out before ramming back inside. I moaned loudly and fell back in the sheets. “Wait~! I-! I’m s-sensiti-!” I cut my self off as Toge begin fucking me even rougher. His sadistic side is coming out! My moans filled the room again as he continued pounding my pussy, I then felt him pull my body up slowly. With a hand on my hand to face him, he pulled me into a rough, but passionate kiss before thrusting again. I then felt his free hand snake down my body and began rubbing my sensitive clit. “Mm!” I moaned into his mouth. I trembled as I was at the mercy of this man. Oh god I love it. I felt his fingers rub my clit faster and faster, with his thrusts slowing down but still deep. “F-Fuck…” he groaned into the kiss. “Toge~ Cum inside me~” I said softly as I pulled away. I watched as he smirked and nodded. He leaned a little forward and continued thrusting, while rubbing my clit. I bit my lip, and suddenly heard, “Cum.” An electric shock ran through my body as I threw my head back towards Toge and felt as he bit onto my shoulder while he rammed one last hard and deep thrust into my sensitive pussy. We both took a minute to catch our breath before moving from our current position. “Salmon…” he said softly and kissed my shoulder that he bit. “Toge… bath now? Please?” I panted. “Tuna mayo,” he chuckled and slowly carried me back to the restroom to continue our bath.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Rooftop Confessions 🌟

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Finally, my first fic for my 800 follower event 😵‍💫 I'm sorry that it took me so long!! I missed writing for Jason!! I luv him so much 🥹

The order is here 🎂 <3

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Jason seems off. Something is bugging him, disturbing your annual date night. After some pressing, he reveals what has happened on his latest patrol and blames himself.

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Something was off. You couldn't pinpoint it, as if it was avoiding you, but the shift in the air made an uneasy feeling creep up your spine. The cold air felt harsher than usual, the sounds of traffic an unpleasant ring in your ears.

But most importantly, he felt off.

Jason had always been a warm and soft presence, at least with you, but now, he felt cold and stiff. Prickly, even, as if you'd hurt yourself if you touched him.

A beautifully blooming cactus you'd admire, reaching out to graze the tantalizing spikes with your fingertips only to fall in face first.

Your eyes were trained on him, a worried crease between your brows. Jason on the other hand was staring straight ahead, an almost lost look in his teal eyes while the flashing lights of a tumultuous Gotham night were reflecting in his irises.

He'd been quiet today, not something completely out of the ordinary, but it was a different kind of quiet. Not the usual comfortable silence when he was more than happy to let you do the talking and listen with a smile and a fond look on his face but the absent kind of silence, as if he was stuck in his head, his thoughts, with no way out.

The empty affirmations of mhm's and hm's made you alert, being cautious and paying even more attention than normal.

Maybe he had a nightmare again, a bad one?- No, he usually told you about them. A fight with Bruce?- Unlikely, he would've cursed him out and complained about him by now. There wasn't a lot that could sour Jason's mood like this, and the fact that you didn't know what it was made you even more worried.

The cold concrete of the rooftop made you shiver, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your bones. It was your usual date night today, something you'd spend in many different ways; of course there was always the classic dinner, however you and Jason got bored of it after a while.

So, now you just did what you wanted to. Whether that was staying in and reading to each other while gloomy clouds hung in the sky or eating your way through every street vendor the main avenue had to offer.

Today, you opted for take-out and camping on the rooftop of your apartment building. Despite all the noise and chaos going on in Gotham, these were the most peaceful nights. Filled with soft laughter, talking about anything and everything along with sweet kisses.

But all of that sugary sweet atmosphere was lacking today. Jason's dinner remained untouched, while you pushed the food around with your fork, your appetite fizzling away. Swallowing the last bite of your fried rice, you gently moved the container off your lap and watched Jason.

The way his brows were pulled together, his eyes stone cold with something else hiding underneath the surface. His jaw was clenched and the entirety of his back and shoulders were tensed up. The dreading anxiety was slowly crawling up your throat, opting you to say something now before the flood of emotions from being overwhelmed and confused would uncontrollably spill out of you.

"Jay?" You asked carefully, watching him intensely.

No reaction, just glazed eyes.

"Jason?" You raised your voice a little, hoping your stern call could break through the thick fog hanging over his mind.

His head moved maybe an inch to face you.

"Hm?" The absent tone in his voice both made you want to huff in frustration and cry.

"What's wrong."

"What? Nothin's wrong-"

"That wasn't a question. I know something is wrong." As much as you wanted to sound steady and firm, the worry in your chest managed to tie your tongue in a knot.

A scoffed slipped past his lips, something that he regretted immediately, judging by his expression.

"Everything is fine, alright?" He tried to assure you softly, but the fake smile he tried so hard to put on only made the feeling in your stomach worsen.

"Don't lie to me." You said quietly, the furrow of your brows tugging uncomfortable on the muscles in your forehead.

"I told you, everything is okay." His reply came out snappy and annoyed, something that has rarely ever happened.

You were taken aback, the shock on your face evident.

Jason's eyes widened and he scrambled for an apology but the only thing that came out was a strained sigh, a hand running through his hair, the tuft of white hair spilling through his fingers.

He got up from his place beside you and dragged his hands down his face with a disgruntled noise.

"You have to tell me what's going on." You pleaded desperately.

If he was acting like this, whatever was wrong wasn't a little dispute with Bruce or even Dick. This was something bigger, something so big that it broke down the impenetrable walls of your invincible lover.

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, his bottom lip finding its way between his teeth. You could see the distress on his face, it was basically radiating off of him. But what made you jump up from your place near the edge of the roof was the quivering of his lip as he tilted his head back.

"Jason.." you reached up and cupped his cheek, the other placed over his heart.

He melted into your touch, curling himself around you in a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry, ladybird." He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck.

"Hey, hey... what're you sorry for, Jay?" You asked softly, gently raking your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

There was a beat of silence, his grip tightening around you.

"I fucked up." He sniffled quietly.

"Honey, look at me." You pulled his head from where it was nestled in the crook of your neck and firmly planted your hands on his cheeks.

"What happened? I can only help if you talk to me." You said with a small and gentle smile as your thumbs smoothed out the deep crease between his brows.

His eyes were glassy when he finally met your gaze, and there was the faintest hint of a pout on his kissable lips.

"Deep breath." You cooed, letting one of your hands fall to the middle of his chest.

You watched as Jason inhaled deeply. Unfortunately, the lump in his throat only seemed to grow, and his voice came out shaky when he spoke.

"When-" Jason cut himself off with a defeated sigh as his head tipped forward.

You waited patiently, tightly holding onto his hands while he searched for the right words.

"On patrol, a couple days ago... there were these... I don't know, bad guys? More like wannabe villains or something..." he mumbled, a small smile breaking onto your face at the grumbly tone of his voice.

"And then what, hm?" You asked gently, the pads of your thumbs caressing his scarred knuckles.

His brows furrowed again, but more like he was thinking, a pained shimmer in his eyes nonetheless.

Now, what he was thinking? That was always hard to decipher. You could see the gears turning, but what they were turning, you didn't know.

His shoulders slumped just slightly, something that might've seemed normal or unimportant to the regular eye. Jason's lips were pulled into a thin line.

"One of them, he started his little monologue and I guess... he wanted to get a reaction out of me. You know, he talked about B and Dickie and everyone else. Which, I can handle. I've been doing this a while." He ended it off with a sad chuckled that made your heart twinge.

"But..." he sighed heavily, gently pulling one of his hands from your grip and dragging it down his face.

"It didn't work. So... he... fuck- he mentioned you. He-He said your name and...." Jason's jaw clenched as he tried to force the words out of his throat.

You had to admit, the fact that some random criminal had somehow gotten his hands on information about you made a particularly unpleasant shiver run down your spine.

You swallowed thickly, your stomach tying itself into knots.

Subconsciously, you squeezed Jason's hands tighter, and his gaze snapped towards you, and the look in his eyes was enough to rival a hot dagger to the chest.

"I snapped. He blindsided me so hard- I never would've expected that and-and his fucking grin got wider the angrier I got and his buddies were cackling- I'm so sorry." He rambled nervously, his throat closing up again.

Unspilled tears glistened in his eyes as he bit back a sob.

"It's not your fault, my love. You couldn't have known-" He shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, I put you in danger. I was reckless and should've controlled my emotions better. If I hadn't put all of them in the ground and had Tim scrub every possible access point to you, who knows what would've happened." He looked almost ashamed that he put your safety on the line, even just for a split second.

"Oh, Jay.." you sighed softly.

"But you took action, didn't you?"

"... I suppose so, but-"

"Ah- no buts. You did the right thing. You fixed your mistake. Gotham's streets are safer without them anyway. Besides, I know you would've protected me regardless. There's no place safer than your arms." You brought his hand to your lips and pressed a sweet kiss to his knuckles.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks dusted pink.

"I know, I know... I just need you to understand how much I can't lose you." The sincere and almost pleading look in his eyes would've been enough to bring you to tears.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you flush against him.

"I can't lose you. Do you hear me? Ever." He said quietly. Suddenly, all the loud noises of Gotham seemed to cut out as the only thing you could hear were your shared breath and his voice.

"Because... when I'm with you... it feels like my heart sings, my emotions feel like explosions and you... make me so happy." You could feel tears well up in your eyes at his loving and heartfelt confession.

"Jay-"

"I'm a wreck when I'm without you, absolutely unbearable. I need you like I need air and it feels ridiculous sometimes. I never thought happiness would be in the cards for me, and I always asked myself if love was worth it, and it definitely is. You're worth everything." The words spilled out of him with no end as he layed out his heart and soul in front of you on this chilly Gotham rooftop.

His hand cupped your cheek, and you leaned into his warming touch.

"And I hate myself for all times I've ever made you feel like a burden or anything less than perfect. I need you to stay. Here, with me. Forever, preferably." He a cracked a gentle smile making you let out a sniffly giggle.

"I love you. More than I could ever tell you. And I need you to know that I've never been happier." You replied softly, pulling Jason down to bump your nose against his as a gentle gesture of affection.

He smiled, resting his forehead against his while the howling wind of the night was pounding on his back.

"I love you too, ladybird." He whispered, connecting your lips in a sweet and loving kiss that managed to melt any remaining worries you had.

His hand slid upwards between your shoulder blades, the other arm firmly situated around your waist, as he dipped you slightly.

A squeal and a laugh slipped past your lips into the kiss and a pleasant purr of a chuckle rumbled through his chest. Jason pulled back and rested his lips on your forehead, wrapping you tightly in his burly arms.

You hummed softly, your face buried in his chest, shielded from the wind. The pair of you stood on the rooftop, the moon shining down on you as the bustle of Gotham quieted down just a bit.

Your, now cold, take out was long forgotten, as were any uneasy feelings in the pit of your stomach. The steady beat of his heart was enough to lull you to, not quite sleep, but a drowsy state of warmth and love, while enveloped in his arms.

There was no place you'd rather be.

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[doctorbunny]

More serious summary of the livestream

Unfortunately I can't provide a full translation because the entire time I was watching in autistic excitement like 😊🥰🤩 whilst my brain melted out my ears and didn't pick up on a lot

Luckily, I have a feeling someone will get around to translating this stream eventually since they finally had the BGM on a lower volume so everyone was audible the whole time Without further ado:

We started with introductions seating order is Yamanaka, Yurina (Es' VA), Minami (Amane's VA), Ryouta (Kazui's VA) and DECO (who dyed his hair blonde) They each have one of the 4th anniversary acrylic stands in front of them The actors have their characters but Yamanaka has Haruka and DECO has Muu

Yamanaka admitted to being a Haruka oshi/fan

Then Minami talks about being a Fuuta fan (she calls him cool) and she's handed the Fuuta stand and she pushes the Fuuta and Amane stand next to each other (and jokes about their height difference then imitates Fuuta going zenbu zenbu zenbu!)

But then Yurina sticks her Es stand in between them to separate them

And then they move the Amane stand next to the Kazui one and everyone coos

Before moving Amane and Fuuta back together in front of Minami Then they basically just lift all of the stands up on to the table and continue on

They discuss their thoughts on the trial

Looking at who got voted inno and guilty Minami is happy Amane got inno but has no idea how Mikoto wasn't guilty They note that the audience wasn't very happy with Kotoko for beating up the other prisoners Then they give some thoughts on the MVs from Daisuki to Deep cover They get most excited talking about Cat and Purge March Kazui says that he was able to put the right emotions into Cat because he recorded the voice drama first Yurina and Minami actually caused the microphone to peak with their excited shrieks at one point (ow)

They answer some audience submitted questions One question was answered along the lines of "Be prepared" One was submitted in English and they tried to but couldn't read it Then they got a question (in Japanese) from someone from 韓国/South Korea [side note: I feel like the south korean milgram fandom has gotten more prominent recently, its always been there but it feels bigger than ever and that's pretty cool]

After audience questions they made a few announcements Some things we already knew, the gratte cafe crossover, the Kotoko line stickers, Earbuds are still on sale (and they're making badges and stuff based on the earbud promo art) the 4th anniversary art/acrylici stands literally in front of them Then some new things: Minigram LINE stamps (everyone was especially pleased for the Kazui XP stamp) There's going to be a part 2 to the Karaoke collab (no details yet other than its coming)

They also announce this year's perk for annual members [the pain of being an annual member but living outside of Japan so you can't get these 😭] Blank lamenated cards of the prisoner's interrogations and a whiteboard pen so you can write your own interro questions and answers They bring out the cards for Kazui and Amane and do some examples

"Do you like cake?" "I don't eat it."

"What did you have for lunch today?" "Gyudon." [a beef and rice dish]

Then Minami just writes "Toilet paper" in katakana and everyone laughs (Then she writes Toilet paper rap/lap/wrap and I'm not sure what she means)

Most exciting is script books for the Hallucenation liveshow (scripts of the voice dramas and songs) The live show uses condensed versions of the voice dramas but this is the first time we'll have official transcripts of key moments to help check translations with

Then they start saying that T2 was hellish, but T3 is going to go beyond hell: They're going to send everyone to Super Hell And at this point my brain fries and overloads on eeby deeby memes as they all go back and forth talking about Super Hell

They all start doing their outros/saying goodbye

Yurina talks about upcoming challenges we have as guards meanwhile Yamanaka ominously holds the Haruka stand up in frame

Then that's basically it, not much going on because a lot of stuff (like Hallucenation, the plushes, earbuds) came out right before the 4th anniversary

[kykyonthemoon]

7 Days the mini-series

About this series: ✈️

Day 02: Cooking

It's been a long time since I had a meal with my family. Due to my busy studies, I had no time to visit our house in Bloomshore District. So anytime I had spare time like this, I hoped for a nice meal with my family. However, I was the only one that returned. Gran informed me that Caleb was still on duty in Skyhaven. I attempted to conceal the despair on my face. It had been so long since we last saw each other. And a family meal without him would not be as cozy.

After some thought, but still unsure what to make, I rummaged through the old cookbook in the kitchen. The pages included all of the dishes that I adored. Furthermore, it appeared that every page included Caleb's notes: Pip-squeak likes this food a touch sweeter; Pip-squeak dislikes this dish too sour; The first time Pip-squeak tried this dish, she ate three bowls of rice in a row... Occasionally, there would be my own notes, such as: This is Caleb's favorite type of apple soda... Looking at each of those goofy sentences, I couldn't help but smile, knowing in my heart what I should prepare today.

After gathering all the supplies, I began cooking. Since I had been away from home for so long, I was perplexed to notice the spice jars were no longer in the spots I was used to seeing them. While I was on my tiptoes looking for the salt shaker in the upper cupboard, a big hand emerged and assisted me in taking it down.

At the same time, I felt a familiar warmth envelop me from behind. Turning around, I caught Caleb's gaze down at me.

"Caleb? You're back?"

My voice couldn’t hide the joy. Caleb handed me the salt shaker but did not move an inch from his stance.

“Yeah. I’m back.”

“Great. Let me fetch some more food—Eh!”

Caleb instantly placed one hand on the counter next to me as I was ready to approach the fridge. His entire body appeared to be coated against mine, his breath gently blowing past my ear, making my cheeks blush in comparison to the sunset that was enveloping the kitchen outside. I caught his voice, deep, whispering:

“I haven't heard you say that you miss me yet, pip-squeak.”

I nudged Caleb in the stomach with my elbow and laughed, “Who misses you? Just get out of the way.”

But what I wanted him to know was: I miss you so much! Thanks for coming home to me!

Caleb rolled up his sleeves to help me with dinner. He was in charge of the main dish while I prepared the soup. Seeing me chopping vegetables on the cutting board, he couldn’t help but laugh:

“Do the vegetables have a grudge against you, pip-squeak?”

I paused and glanced up at him.

“It’s only vegetables, not Wanderers. Don’t chop them so eagerly.”

Caleb gently patted my head. A smile spread on my lips. It had been a long time since I’d felt this way, to be able to cook with him.

The kitchen, once so spacious, felt tiny with two adults standing there. I almost bumped into Caleb a few times, and no matter how hard I tried, my shoulder still brushed against his when we stood together at the stove.

“You’re too big!” I nudged him. He merely chuckled, then used his hand to rub some vinegar on my face. “Caleb! You did it again!”

I scowled, hurriedly wiped the vinegar from my face, and gave him an angry yet loving look. After Caleb finished mixing the sweet and sour sauce for the pork ribs, he scooped up a tiny bit and presented it to me.

"Why don't you have a taste first?"

Instead of sampling the sauce on the spoon, I decided to go for this hand and nibbled it delicately.

“Ouch!” Caleb made an extremely pathetic expression.

“I just took my revenge!” I responded and then tried the sauce. The familiar sweet and sour taste made my stomach start to growl. “Mmm, that’s good.”

Caleb stared at me and smiled curiously. He immediately leaned in quite close to my face. With his thumb out, he hastily wiped away some of the sauce that had mistakenly gotten on the corner of my mouth.

"You're an adult now but you still eat like a child."

He teased me again. I pursed my lips. Before I could even respond, he brought his thumb to his mouth, tasting the sweet and sour sauce to my surprise.

The heat from the soup on the stove made me feel exposed. Blushing, I hastily turned aside.

Caleb, wouldn't it be nice to just be able to cook with each other every single day?