#so this actually sucker punched me in the face when I saw this and finally realized that Izuku was freaking MOTHRA

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Do y’all remember how Horikoshi drew Katsuki as Godzilla and Izuku as Mothra?

You know, the “king and queen of kaiju”?

Cuz I kinda forgot about that.

[miniwheat77]

Guard Dog. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!nsfw, violence, blood, wounds, brief mention of alcohol, talk of SA, unprotected p in v sex, Minors DNI!

“You know this is stupid right?” Gaz scoffs.

“Why’s that?”

“Getting into fights over the old man. It’s ridiculous.” He shakes his head. “This is like the 3rd time this week I’ve had to vouch for you over him, you seriously have to tell him how you feel or give up on it. This can’t keep happening. I mean she split your lip open today. It needs stitches. And god only knows what she looks like. I mean you’re a girl just like she is but you pack a much harder punch Y/N.” He sighs, he’s driving you to an urgent care. The simple bowling trip you had taken had turned into something much worse when you had run into some newer recruits to 141. One of them had said something slick about your captain, you can’t even remember what now. The blow you took to the face helped you forget.

You’re not sure what it is but people always seemed to have something to say about him. How he was an asshole, hard on everyone. This or that. You just couldn’t handle it anymore, not when you seen what you saw in him. He was so fucking kind. Always trying so hard, always trying to do the right thing. Looking out for his team. It’s all he ever did. And they still had something negative to say about him. It was infuriating.

Just how long could you even take this.

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“Uh.. I’ll do a Jack and Coke please.” You ask. Words already slurring. The bartender nods and starts working on it. “Oh and uh.. tequila sunrise for her.” You nod over to Sarah. “Hey Y/N.” The familiar voice has you smiling. “Hey Lori. How you doing?” You ask. “I’m good.” She smiles. “You?”

“I’m great. Never better.” You laugh. “Still apart of 141?” She asks. “Yeah.”

She shakes her head. “I finally had enough, had to transfer to another base.” You tilt your head, confused. “What? Why?”

“Just couldn’t handle Captain Price anymore.” She sighs. Your hair stands up and you can feel yourself going into defense mode. The bartender sets your drinks down and you pay her, tipping her more than you intend, you’re sure how this is about to go. She deserves it for the trouble you’re sure to cause. “Really? I like him, he’s by far the best captain I’ve had.” You mumble, bringing the drink up to your lips. “No. I couldn’t handle him. Like.. he’s an asshole, hard on you no matter what. Everything I did was wrong.” She smiles, looking down. “Thought about lying and saying he was touching me to get a different captain on 141.” She winks. Your face goes hard. “I’m just joking of course.”

“Yeah… I hope so. I wouldn’t go around bragging about that.” You mumble. “It was just a joke. Don’t take it so hard.” She rolls her eyes. You know how this is about to go. “Yeah, maybe next time you see me in public you just walk on by.” You grab the drinks but she grasps you by your shoulder. “You’re fucking him aren’t you?” She scoffs. She’s got a laugh hidden behind it. “Actually, no.”

“Oh, you’re his guard dog? Or you just want to fuck him? Yeah I’m sure you do, but maybe look somewhere else in 141 because he’s old and a fucking pri-“ you set the drinks down while she talks and don’t give her the chance to finish, your fist crashing into her jaw, sending her back. A crowd forms immediately, Sarah, the girl off base you had come with rushes up to the bar where you’re on top of her. Swing after swing until she’s no longer fighting back but blocking your face. She sees a guy come forward, his fist coming down onto the back of your head and you draw away, holding onto your head. Another guy shoves him back and starts swinging. Yelling about how he doesn’t hit a woman. She grabs you by the jacket and shoves you back.

Someone else helps Lori and the 4 of you get shoved outside by the bouncers. They’re yelling for you to leave before they call the cops.

“You fucking bitch! Why would you sucker punch me like that?!”

“Cause you fucking deserve it! And you better keep your mouth shut or I’ll tell about how you like to lie about sexual assault too!” Your voice is slurred. She goes quiet after that, the person she had come with walks away. “Shit. How hard did that guy hit you?” Sarah asks. “Pretty hard but he had fucking brass knuckles on.” You hiss, yanking your arms away from her.

Pretty soon a bunch more people come spilling out, the guy who had hit you is barely walking now. Clearly having gotten his ass beat despite having brass knuckles on his hands still. You start yelling obscenities at him and Sarah has to pull you back further. You’re drunk and pissed off now, a bad combo.

“Sit the fuck down and keep this on the back of your head. We’re going to the ER damnit.” She hisses, pushing the cloth into the back of your head. You’re unsure of when she had snagged it. Mumbling as you sit with your head hanging. “Not going to the fucking ER.” You roll your eyes. “Take me to base”

She shushes you and puts the phone up to her ear.

“Hey uh.. Soap?” She says it into the phone. You try to stand up, trying to stop her but she pushes you back down. “Sarah? What’s up?” She hears his tired voice come across the phone. “We uh.. well.” She laughs. “We drank a little too much and some stuff happened. We could use a ride.” She mumbles. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

“Well. I’m trying to tell Y/N to go to the ER but she won’t listen, so I figured if I get her back to base maybe you or someone else could convince her.” She laughs.

“What’s going on? Is she okay?” Soap stands up quickly. This wakes Ghost up in his bed across the room. “Can you please just get here? We’re on the corner of 5th and 8th NW. Oh and whatever you do. Do not tell Captain Price.” She says.

He sets the phone down with a sigh. Sliding his boots on and grabbing his keys. This is the first time he’s ever gotten a call from her for the both of you, but he’s owed you one. The both of you coming to his rescue a time or two. “What’s wrong Johnny?” Ghost asks. “Uh.. apparently something happened at the bar downtown and Y/N and Sarah need a ride.” He mumbles. “I’ll come with. Give me a minute.” He worries as he creeps out of his shared base room with Ghost.

“Alright.” He hesitates outside and curses himself when Captain Price happens to be passing by, coming off of watch. “Soap, something going on?” He asks. “Uh..” he hesitates. “Y/N and Sarah need a ride from the bar so we’re going to get them.” He mumbles. Captain Price nods. “Mind if I tag along? I could use a drink.” He smiles. Soap knows he’s caught now. “Uhhh…” he hesitates. Ghost sighs. “Just tell him Johnny.”

Soap groans. “Something happened and Y/N needs to go to the ER but they wouldn’t say what for.” He mumbles. “You’ve got to be joking.” He sighs. “Well. What’re we waiting for? Let’s go.” He takes off walking down the corridor and Johnny beats himself up. Sarah is gonna be so pissed.

Price hops into his truck. Soap decides to take his car as well just in case. Ghost rides with him.

They meet at the bar, they’re all familiar with the area, having been to the bar a time or two. They pull up to the curb and see Sarah waiting outside with you.

Soap arrives first and gives Sarah enough time to complain. “What is he doing here Soap?” She seethes. “He overheard Sarah. Not my choice.” He mumbles back. You have your head lowered, a towel against the back.

“The hell happened? What’s going on?” Your Captain asks as he approaches.

“Uh.. well.”

“Fucking- stupid fucking bitch. Who brings brass knuckles to the bar and still loses the fight.”

They can barely make out what you’re saying your words are so slurred.

Captain Price kneels to see the damage, moving the towel for a second. “Oh shit!” He mumbles. Putting it back immediately. “Jesus, that’s a massive gash. She’s going to the hospital.” He breathes. “No! I’m fine.” You finally look up and that’s when they see the already bruised eye you’ve got. A busted lip and blood rushing down your face. “Fucks sake.” Captain Price. “Come on, I’ll take her to the ER.”

“No!” You start flailing the moment he helps you up.

He lowers you for just a second. Voice clear and daring as he says it.

“If you don’t relax and do as I say, I will have you running laps at 4am for weeks.” He seethes. You sigh. You give in, he carries you to his truck.

“Take Sarah to base.” He calls to Soap. He buckles you in and climbs into the drivers seat, pulling off of the curb in a hurry.

“She’s so dead.” Sarah mumbles to Soap. “Yeah? You are too.” He laughs.

“The hell were you thinking? You could’ve gotten yourself fucking killed tonight Y/N.” Price sighs. You scoff. “None of your business. You weren’t supposed to even be here.” Your words are still slurred. He tries not to get mad, knowing that you’re just drunk. “What did you even get into a fight over?” He asks.

You go quiet almost immediately. “Y/N?”

He glances over at you, seeing the way you’ve frozen up.

“I.. it..” you look away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.” He’s stern.

“Because of you, okay?”

“What?”

You groan. “Because. That stupid blonde girl that used to be on our base was there and she was saying shit about you alright?”

Hearing that you’d gotten into a fight with another soldier has hair rising on his skin. This was not good.

“What did she say?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“The hell is going on with you? You don’t act like this.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m sober alright?”

John’s head spins, he didn’t know what the hell was going on. You got into a fight over him, with one of his previous recruits? The hell was going on here.

He gets you to the hospital without another word shared between the two of you.

It’s hours later when you’re allowed to go home. You get into his truck, sober now. You’ve got fresh staples in your head and couple glued wounds on your face. They had to bring an officer in and take down a description of who attacked you and what he attacked you with since it was considered a deadly weapon in the state you were currently living in. “Alright, time to talk.” He sighs. “What on earth could she have said to warrant such a reaction out of you? I know you. You’re not like this.”

You laugh. Looking over at him.

“Alright but if I tell you, you can’t interrupt. You let me get every bit of this off of my chest and you don’t respond until I’m done.” You look at him, still parked in the parking garage of the hospital. He nods. Getting nervous because this seemed serious.

You sigh. Looking away from him, you start. “I have feelings for you. I have since we started that mission in Afghanistan. The first time I met you, yeah. Whatever. That girl, started in about you. She started it. I mean completely and totally saying some of the foulest things I’ve ever heard. She didn’t like you, she’s wanted to do this or that, accuse you of… of touching her to get you fired.” You pause with a sigh. “And than when I took your side she accused me of fucking you. Called you old and shit.” You shake your head. He’s looking at you, stunned. “So I just lost it okay? I lost it and I swung first. She hit me once in the face and then when I was on her some dude she was with hit me in the back of the head but he had brass knuckles on.” You finish.

“And it’s not out of the ordinary because it’s not the first fight I’ve gotten into over you, it’s the only one you know about.” You mumble.

“That’s it, that’s everything.” You sigh. He’s silent for a while. Thinking of what exactly to say to you. “How many fights have you gotten into over me?” He asks. “Several. Gaz takes me to Urgent Care all the time.” You mumble. After that, he’s silent.

When he still says nothing, you turn to the window. Clearly regretting your admission. “I know it was stupid.. I know that I shouldn’t hav-“

“Y/N?” He asks. “What?” You look at him. He throws the truck in Drive and pulls out of the parking garage. “You can’t fight every single person over me just because you like me.”

You shake your head. “It’s not that. It’s not just that I like you. It’s because you’re the best captain and the best superior I’ve ever worked for alright?”

He says nothing. It’s silent for the rest of the ride.

When you get to base, you get out of his truck. Assuming you’ll get booted off of the base in no time at your admission. About to lose your spot in the best task force you’ve ever been apart of all because of your stupid brain. He says nothing, letting you go. The others don’t hear you come in.

Sarah spots you but doesn’t show herself, only walking out of her room when she sees him follow you inside a few minutes later. “Is she okay?” she asks.

“She’s fine, no concussion.”

She nibbles at her lip. “Captain..” she starts. “Did she.. did she tell you anything?” She asks. “What do you mean?” He looks unimpressed. “About.. maybe how she feels about you? Or anything?” He laughs, looking down at the ground. “Yes she did. She told me about all the fights. All that.” He mumbles. “Oh.. good. I’m sorry about tonight, it caught us all off guard.” She says. “I’ll take any punishment you’re going to give.”

“No. I’m letting you off with a warning and putting Y/N on an extra watch for a couple weeks because she was the aggressor tonight.” He sighs. She nods her head. “Thank you Captain.” She whispers. “Go to bed now.” He nods. She smiles sadly and closes the door. She feels for you.

The next morning, you’re up and sitting in the mess hall. You’re not eating anything but you’re drinking coffee. You’re the first one awake.

“Why you awake lass?” Soap asks. “Head hurts.” You mumble. “Obviously. What’d they do to you? Stitches?” He asks. “Staples.” You huff. “Ouch. He must’ve got you good.” He laughs. “Cheap shot but I probably deserved it.” You laugh. Captain Price walks into the mess hall and it’s Soaps cue to leave.

He gets coffee and sits in front of you. You say nothing.

“I’m putting you on watch for a couple weeks, an extra one.” He mumbles. “Ten to one in the morning.” He says. “Yes sir.” He’s surprised you don’t fight but you never have before. Last night was a different side of you he’s never seen.

You stand up, grabbing your coffee and walking away. He sighs to himself. “She’s got it bad, Cap.” Gaz laughs. He’d walked inside after you. “Yeah, yeah she does. Apparently everyone but me saw it.” He chuckles. “Yeah, it’s very obvious. Just watch her.” He laughs. Price shakes his head.

Later that night, you make your way up the stairs to the watch tower. You expect anyone else but freeze when you see him.

He notices but doesn’t say anything. “Um.. here to take over.” You mumble. “No. I just took over for Soap. Have a seat.” He nods toward the other chair. You obey immediately. Something you’ve always done. He’d been thinking to himself for a few minutes before you came up. About how you always had those marks on your face. Black eyes, split lips. Busted knuckles. He saw it but never asked, and a time or two when he did, you said it was an accident from sparring. How much he’d truly missed, he’d asked around about it and it was a lot. He feels like a bad captain. For not asking and not noticing.

It’s quiet the first few days on watch with him. He checks up on you, asks you to look into a flashlight. Makes sure you don’t have a concussion or anything.

As you start healing and spending more time together. He sees you. Your smile is amazing, your laugh is unmatched. You really start to open up to him. Telling him about yourself and stories on missions. Listening and laughing when he tells you some of his own. You’re easy to talk to.

He’d just finished one, a story. You were laughing. Turning away from him. He’s smiling too. He starts to notice the little scars on your face and hands. Your knuckles are scarred and you have a couple scars across your lip. A couple that scatter your face. Cheekbone, brow bone, the bridge of your nose. It makes him sad, because those are there permanently. Because of him.

He sighs. “You’re a real nice girl, you know that?” He says it before he can stop himself. “Makes me wonder what it is you see in me.” He mumbles. Your smile falters as soon as he says it and he feels bad for ruining the mood. “I’m just an old man, and they’re right. I can be a real prick.” He laughs.

You shake your head, a tiny smile hints at your lips.

“You’re hard on people because you care about them. Your harshest moments are when you’re most scared, when people do stupid things that endanger themselves or others. You never yell or get mad unless you have a reason. Usually to reprimand or correct someone for putting themselves in harms way. You care about people. And you’re… respectful and calm and reassuring. When you see us going through our own shit, you send us home or send us back to base when we’re not feeling it. You try your hardest for us and that’s what I see.” You mumble. “I don’t see what everyone else does. I don’t think the things you do have any kind of malicious intent.”

He looks down at his entwined hands. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He sighs. “But Y/N.” He looks at you. “You can’t keep getting into fights and stuff over this, alright? People will say what they want to say. They’ll do what they want to do.” He shakes his head. “Trust me, it’s hard but you have to be the bigger person and walk away.” You nod your head. “I know.” Your nose burns and tears fill your eyes. Why are you about to cry? “I’m sorry, Captain. I’m not trying to let you down.” He can hear it in your voice that you’re getting upset.

“You’re not letting me down. You’re a great soldier and you’re a good girl. This is just.. a lesson.” He laughs. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You mumble. You stand up, going for the door.

You grasp the door handle.

When it opens a crack, he pushes it shut with his hand above your head. You gasp as it slams back shut, seeing his hand over your head. “What are you doing?” You ask.

You turn to look at him, but don’t expect him to be so close. Grasping your chin and lifting your face to look at him. “You know, out on the field.” He starts. “I pair you and I together, because I don’t feel that others will watch you as close as I do. I watch you like a hawk, I’ve killed over you. Do you know that?” He stares into your eyes. You shake your head. “Think about it for a second darling, go on.” He nods. He rests his entire forearm on the door just above your head. His sleeve presses into the top of your head. He’s insanely close to you.

There’s one scenario he needs you to remember.

When you remember it, you look up at him with wide eyes. “You… killed him because of me?” You ask. You don’t remember it well but well enough. The only time you’d ever seen Captain Price angry like that on the field. He surrendered even, but it didn’t matter. You told your captain you’d keep it to yourself after the fact. The list of secrets you’d been keeping for him kept growing.

“He commented on how pretty you looked. Said that when they got their hands on you…” he pauses. “Wouldn’t let it happen. But you know that.” He laughs. “Wasn’t the first time I’ve killed over you and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Not with how savage and ruthless these terrorists are, they’re bound to say something about you that will push me over the edge. Apparently you defend me just as much as I defend you.” He leans in closer and you close your eyes, taking in a breath.

Your heart races in your chest, the things he’s saying. It’s overwhelming.

When he’s pressing his lips to yours, you’re jumping for a second.

His lips are on yours, this is real.

You’re stiff for a minute but eventually melt into him as he kisses you. He lets you adjust and then he deepens the kiss, reaching for your thighs to lift you up, pinning your hips to the door with his own.

You gasp into his lips when he ruts his groin into you. This is what you had dreamt about for months and it was actually happening.

Your mind is foggy, you go with whatever he’s doing. Letting him memorize every curve of your body, the feeling of his fingertips on your bare skin and the burn that they leave. He pulls away from your kiss and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Tracing the small line scars with the pad of his thumb. The grooves of his fingerprints rough from callouses. His hands are rough and calloused but his touch is soft as he glides his hands over you. Sliding them up your shirt and gripping your hips. He’s all but panting as he tears into you.

Your lips and cheeks flush red, breathless from nearly nothing but the thought of him. The feel of his tough hands on you.

He tugs your shirt up and over your head, thankful that it was just you and him alone. For hours. Once the fabric is discarded, his lips are on yours again. He refuses to think of anything other than you. Not worried about the cameras or what could be going on around him. He slides his shaft through the hole in his jeans, zipper unzipped enough to expose him. Letting you down long enough to get one leg out of your cargo pants before he’s raising you up again. Lowering you onto his dick. Sheathing you entirely on his fat cock.

When he bottoms out a gasp leaves your lips, a hiccup of the remaining air leaving your lungs. He’s a lot. More than you’ve ever taken and it’s been so long that you’d forgotten. The stretch of him burns a bit and tears corner your eyes. It’s unexpected. He shakes, hissing through gritted teeth at the feel of you wrapped around him. Your smooth skin and gentle pleas have him shaking more. “S-shit you feel good.” He breathes, burying his face into the crook of your neck, raising you up more at the bend of your knees. He slides deeper, places untouched by anyone but him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him. He wraps his arms around your middle, like a bear hug.

Only his cock is buried in you to the hilt and he’s not stopping until he’s made you his. He was always a selfish man.

John doesn’t care anymore, you’re his. You’re his and he’ll show you that you belong to him. That you’ll never feel this way with anyone else. He’ll make sure of it. He uses the wall to hold you still, hips jackhammering into yours at a ruthless pace. Just when you’re about to tap out, he adjusts just slightly and you can take a little more. Your thighs shake in his hands and he’s not letting you out of his grasp. Not until he’s ruined you. Not until you realize just what you’ve signed yourself up for you. A shaky cry leaves your lips and that’s how he knows he’s found it.

“Found it ah?” He laughs, it’s a taunt.

“That special little place, that feels so good? Such a good girl for me.” He breathes. “Ah! You’re s-so deep Captain.”

He hisses, your unsteady voice and how you say Captain has his nearly finishing right there. It’s straight up sinful leaving your lips in such a tone. “Fuck- got me close already.” He growls through gritted teeth. He’s a wild animal. Chasing after that high, desperate for it. A mewl leaves your lips when you cum. It’s unexpected and fast, the tip of his cock abuses that sensitive spot inside of you. Too much to handle. He sends you right into a blinding orgasm and you shake in his hold. His belt rattles with every hard thrust he takes. Over and over until he’s hissing out, nose wrinkling up as he finishes inside of you. Not a second thought about pulling out.

He’s breathless, panting hard as he halts his thrusts. Letting you throb and convulse around him. The little sparks shooting through you, remnants of what he’s just given you linger.

He lets you down and your legs shake, you have to hold onto him. He can’t help but laugh.

He helps you clean up before walking you back to your room. Asking Gaz to take over watch a little early.

He licks his lips as he hesitates leaving you at your door. “Um.. we’ll talk more tomorrow. Alright? Just uh.. try not to get into anymore fights darling.” He laughs.

“You want to stay?” You ask. Opening your door up wider for him. He laughs. “How about you grab some clothes and come back to mine hm?” He tilts his head. “Okay Captain.” You smile. When you turn your back to him, he can’t see your blushing red cheeks or the wide smile on your lips. How all of this time you’d waited and it was finally here.

The both of you walk back to his room, your change of clothes in hand.

Sarah and Soap watch from down the hall, trying to contain their laughs.

[howlingday]

AU idea jaune the street fighter.

Combining elements from street fighter 6 as jaune becomes a well known fighter on the streets. He's no hero or villain. He just doesn't want to be bored.

Jaune: "well now...let's see if you care do something about my boredom..."

You have... NO IDEA how much I've wanted to do something like this. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to finally bring this AU I've had in mind to life. I just wasn't sure how to start it off, so... I'll go for a three-fer on this one. Three short bits to start off this story I've had in my brain for what feels like YEARS. And once again, thank you, for giving me the chance to create... My Bare Knuckle Arc.

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"Again!" Jaune came charging across the yard, sprinting as hard as he could, before leaping and kicking the strike pad in his father's hands. As he landed, the pad came back in kind. "Don't slow down!"

Jaune, however, was caught off guard by the sudden rush and fell to on his back. Knowing better than to be stuck to the ground, he clapped his hands against the dirt and rolled to his feet. The pad came swinging at him too fast for him to dodge, so he held his fist up to guard his face.

But it wasn't good enough and his fist crashed into his face, bringing a stinging pain to his eye and nose. Another pad came for the other side of his head, so he brought his fist up proper this time. Learning his lesson, the impact was much less than stunning than the one before.

"Block!"

The pads retreated and a leg curled in front of him. Jaune swung his arm down to block, but it was easily batted away before his chest was struck by the heel of his father's foot. He stumbled back, grunting through the pain, bringing his hands up to block any more blows.

"Jaune!"

In a blink, the match was over, and not just because Mom called his name. No, his father's massive foot close enough to his face that he could smell it, and it was only by the grace of his mother that it didn't bash his face in today. When the foot came down, he looked to her on the porch.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"It's from Beacon!"

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Jaune still couldn't believe it. He was here in Vale, waiting for the bullhead to Beacon Academy, one of the four huntsmen academies, all of which were deemed the most prestigious schools in the four kingdoms, and he was so... so...

"Aaaaaah~!" He yawned.

Because he was so bored! I mean, he was excited, too, but there wasn't anything to do in between waiting for the bullhead and actually getting on the bullhead. The gym was closed, so he couldn't work out, and the comic book shop was closed, so he couldn't read anything other than his mom's "Special Little Guy" book in case he got homesick. Not in public, anyways.

Suddenly, he heard a crash coming from inside a dark building. Judging by the pulsing lights, the thrumming music, and the open door, it looked like a night club. Nobody was standing at the door, and his curiosity got the better of him. He peered inside and he couldn't believe what he saw.

There was a fight going on! A real-life bar brawl, just like in his dad's stories! Setting his bag down, he got closer to the scene.

Okay, what was it he was supposed to do? He wanted to get in on the action, but he'd only really done one on one at home. The girl in the center of the dance floor was taking on two other girls at once! Should he wait his turn, or should he help her out?

Well, time to try out the old tried and true.

"Hey, uh, you need any hel-"

Jaune's vision blurred as he was sent into the guard rails. He felt his body slump with an arm hanging over the metal bar. Heck of a sucker punch on the blonde girl, and those two other girls weren't anywhere to be found either. Guess he was supposed to wait for his turn, right? Well now it was his turn.

"What, you still want some?" She asked, snarling with red eyes. She must have hit him really hard because he was still tearing up. Why else was her hair glowing? "I've got enough in me to put you down, too!"

Jaune didn't say anything this time. He learned a long time ago that running your mouth was an invite to running the other person's hands. He put his fists up and approached in a boxer's stance. She put her fists, letting one loose to flip the "C'mere!" at him. He wasn't falling for it. Not this time

She tossed a jab at him, testing the waters. She tapped his knuckles. He flared his nostrils. Tap. Tap. Tap.

She swung with a hook, Jaune moved in and drove an uppercut into her ribs. She backed up a bit, grunting, before she came back with a yell and another hook. Jaune kept his guard up and stepped in again, this time driving a cross into her face. She stumbled a bit, blinking at the face-shot. He was doing pretty good. Not bad for his first-

Was she getting brighter?

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Jaune was in hell. He died at that bar fight last night, and he was now in hell. How else would you explain his aching body, his stomach turning, and the mocking chatter around him? The only comfort he had was his bag/pillow under his head. That, and his memory of last night's fight.

Though that last bit was only made all the more awkward by the fact that same girl was standing across from him. His saving grace was her standing with a bunch of people standing between them. Well, that and the smaller girl in her arms. He heard the fighter calling the smaller girl "Sis" which made him a little happy that she had family on the bullhead with her. Kinda made him homesick.

He didn't pull out the book, though. Too many witnesses.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon." He looked up to see a woman speaking on the screen. "My name is Glynda Goodwitch." Suddenly, there was turbulence and whatever was said next didn't matter to Jaune. He needed a bathroom or a trashcan NOW! He bolted for the front of the bullhead, beating on the bathroom door.

No good, AND he was getting worse! He bolted for the back, the woman on the screen now gone and leaving only the beautiful view of the waters below. He didn't have time to admire the view because he was about to ruin everyone's day all over the floor of the bullhead.

How were both bullhead bathrooms occupied right now?! The statistics will show that Jaune didn't have to consider the odds. He was gonna hurl in three... two...

The bullhead door opened and Jaune bowled over everyone in his way as he rushed out. The nearest trashcan by the door, thank god, was his target. He spilled his guts into the can, making people groan and retch as they passed. So much for good first day.

Wiping his chin, he walked back into the bullhead, hell itself, and grabbed his bag. Thankfully, nobody took it while he left to... relieve himself. Which was good. Stepping out to Beacon, empty belly and sure of himself, he took in the sight of what must have been straight from a fairy tale! Tall, towering, er, towers... towered over- There were towers, okay?

Oh, and students were already walking around with weapons, too! Guess they started handing them out now. Okay, he just had to find out where the armory or the forge or whatever was making their weapons was and he could get started on building his weapons!

Oh wow, they really got some pretty neat weapons, huh? I mean, that kid has a collapsible staff, and she has a fire sword, too! Then he saw one girl whip out her scythe in the middle of the street! And nobody is batting an eye! Okay, time to ask somebody.

"Uh, excuse me?"

"Uh, yeah?" A bald guy replied, a bow strapped to his back.

"Where did you get your weapon?"

"I, uh, built it myself back at Sanctum." He replied. He then looked Jaune up and down and around, then pointing at Jaune's bag. "Is your weapon in your bag?"

"Huh?" He looked down. "Uh, no, that's just my bag. Wait, hang on, where do I get my weapon?"

"You should have had it since you got here." He then checks his watch. "Oh, shish-kabob! I gotta go, but, uh, I'd ask a professor whenever you can!"

He then ran off, leaving Jaune alone. In the street. With his bag. And nothing else. It was at this moment that Jaune knew... he done goofed.

"Fu-"

[yrthr]

☾ ONLY US ; S.HANBIN

s.hanbin masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.893k

➛ genre / trope ; best-friends to lovers 🎧 — hello ! decided to go with a drabble and scenario is so cliché i love it and hopefully this isn’t too long i got carried away. and also hopefully its okay that this is in a school setting , im a sucker for school romance.

hanbin is affectionate and extremely clingy by nature and it shows through your friendship. however , recently , it seems as though he’s a bit too clingy.

“ y/n ! let me carry your bags for you. “

“ oh you have a lil’ something on your face , hold on… got it ! “

“ do you wanna go to the arcade after school ? my treat. “

“ its cold today , i brought a spare jacket for you. “

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at these things hanbin would do for you. you weren’t dense but it was absurd.

hanbin potentially having feelings for you ?

lets snap out of the delusions.

there was always something deep down in your heart for hanbin , although you weren’t sure if those feelings were romantic or platonic.

but you’d never confess , obviously.

“ i’ll see you after class , don’t fall asleep ! “

hanbin told you , giving you one of his bright smiles while continuously waving goodbye until you were out of his vision.

lord he acted as if he was enlisting.

tuesdays , wednesdays and thursdays were considered hell for hanbin. which teacher placed him and you in separate math classes because its on sight. well , at least he’d get to walk you home every time. [ and woohoo for dismissal ]

finally class had ended which had hanbin bursting out those doors like it was an action movie. he made his way to your classroom , ready to call out your name , just to see…

… you talking and laughing with max.

he stood outside the backdoors , watching the interaction and how you were so comfortable around his presence. how you laughed so hard at his jokes that you had to hit him. [ hanbin noticed you did this occasionally when you were really losing your shit ]

hanbin’s smile dropped ever so slightly and his heart felt like it had been punched.

a surge of anger rushed through his veins as slightly protective yet possessive thoughts flooded his mind.

he brushed it off.

sure , he definitely had feelings for you but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t make new friends.

“ y/n ! if you’re ready lets go. “

hanbin grabbed the handle of your bag about to prop it up on his shoulders when you stopped him.

“ actually , im going to the mall with max today. “

“ oh. “

“ uhm okay , have fun ! remember to text me when you get home. “

“ yeah , i will. “

hanbin ruffled your hair endearingly before walking away. [ he had to practically drag himself away from you ]

he looked back giving you a smile which you didn’t notice , too busy talking to your other male companion.

the bus ride home was lonely hanbin didn’t have anyone to give the window seat to or lean his head on their shoulder , not even to trace words or patterns on the back of someones hand.

the silent trip made him realise how much more you meant to him , if that was even possible. as before he already considered you his world.

‘ its okay.. it’s just for today. ‘

well , the next few days were definitely worse.

hanbin saw you with max at times apart from math class.

he’d walk to your shared table in between classes , both of you would talk with hand signals or just your eyes , sharing stupid tiktoks.

all these things you used to do with hanbin , and him alone , were now shared with some other guy.

hanbin was well aware he was jealous , maybe a bit hurt too.

of course you both would hang out but to see you share your smile , laugh and humour with someone other than him was … gut wrenching to say the least.

but he couldn’t blame you.

one day , hanbin couldn’t control his emotions anymore.

you and hanbin were sitting at a bench behind the school that was the usual hangout spot.

out of no where max popped out giving you a grin , plopping himself right next to you and swinging an arm around your shoulders. he started blabbing about something irrelevant , and completely ignoring the other male.

“ we have to go now. “

hanbin gently grabbed your hand and guided you to the empty student council room.

“ jesus that guy had some fucking spy gear or something. “

you joked.

you looked up seeing hanbin’s eyes slightly darting around to look at you , his lips slightly ajar , his hand still holding yours and his other hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

“ i have to get this off my chest. y/n i really really like you. like like you. and if you don’t feel the same or you’re already dating max , thats fine. i just want you to know that. “

your lips perked up into a smirk like smile and scoffed.

you looked down , “ that was somewhat insulting , i do have standards you know. “

“ but yeah , i guess i like like you too. “

hanbin’s smile grew wider showing off his bunny teeth and he couldnt help but let out a few laughs.

“ may i ? “

you nodded.

you closed your eyes expecting his lips on yours but instead felt a soft peck on the tip of your nose.

“ that’ll have to wait , i’ll plan something special. “

and with that your heart couldn’t handle it anymore , burying yourself into his chest.

hanbins arms wrapped around you , squeezing you.

the once empty room was filled with uncontrollable giggles and a newly formed couple.

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

©️ yrthr 2023

[midnight-light]

Pokemon Scarlet and Violet Characters AGAIN~!

So I decided to do ANOTHER character post, because I played through the DLC's not that long ago, so let's just dive right into this shall we~? (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet's; Teal Mask and Indigo Disk Spoilers ahead! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.) Starting with my new favourite character~! (Sorry not sorry Arven!) KIERAN

Where do I start???

Upon first meeting him, my inital impression was; 'Aww, adorable wet cat boi! He needs a hug!

Throughout the course of teal mask I began to feel REALLY bad because well...

How dare the game make me lie to that face-

I went into the DLC's practically blind, so his change in personality, while I saw it building up in Teal mask, still got me HELLA off guard in Indigo disk.

Like DAMN boi!

I personally really liked the idea of the theory of the toxic chain (Though I know it was not what actually happened in the game) twisting Kieran's desires, that might just be me though.

For those who might be curious...yes, yes I did use Ogrepon against Kieran.

The fact that he was so desperate to beat Juliana/Florian (Player Character) That he used a master ball to catch terapagos and then recklessly used the pokemon that he barely knew anything about... said something

I liked the overall character arc for Kieran (though I wish I could have given him a hug at the end when he apologized)

Definitely throwing him onto the therapy bandwagon with Arven though.

CARMINE

Moving on to Carmine, I...had a mixed first impression of her.

She agitated me at first, but I knew i was only looking at the surface so I didn't want to jump to conclusions

and damn was I glad that I didn't, she proved to be an enjoyable character.

She started to win me over when Kieran tells the player character, "Actually, she was tearin' the shed apart, trying to find a third mask for you before you got there..."

That finally tipped my dense brain off that she's not all mean and that she does care, just doesn't exactly show it in front of others.

she completely won me over when she told me I could sucker punch Drayton (I love him but sometimes I stg-)

When she was genuinely showing worry for her brother during Indigo disk I just kinda sat their like; "I did this, and I'm sad that I did this." regretti spaghetti was hitting hard.

She also paid witness to Kieran nearly DYING near the end of indigo disk, not to mention helping with battling terapagos... and so...

*Yeets her into the Therapy Wagon* That makes the therapy count four now. (I never mentioned this in my previous character posts but Arven and Penny are ALSO in the therapy bandwagon) Whose next?!

DRAYTON

This guy

THIS GUY.

Don't get me wrong, I love him as a character

But sometimes, SOMETIMES, I want to punch him.

For me at least, he's like the older sibling that LOVES to annoy the hell out of his younger siblings.

but I wont lie I was definitely giggling a bit under my breath when he swaggered up to Kieran and called him "Ex Champion"

It was like he'd been WAITING to say that in revenge for when Kieran beat him and dethroned him from his champion spot.

He is cunning and I love that to bits.

he knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he dragged you into joining the league club and getting you to challenge the elite 4 + Kieran.

"I've got a feeling you're trying to play puppet master." He was not just trying, he was playing puppet master rather successfully.

BRIAR

This may turn into a rant but here we go regardless!

At first, I thought; ah a professor, surely she must be pretty responsible!

and yeah at first she was decently responsible for the students she was in charge of.

Then I started getting near the end of indigo disk

Madam, I know that Kieran is a strong trainer, but also, let him mentally spiral in peace.

Also the fact that Kieran literally says this; "Ms.Briar can be so reckless sometimes... I feel like I always have to keep an eye on her."

Okay, mild concern is officially rising.

'Terrastrialize Terapagos' she says, Ah yes, let's terrastrialize this pokemon that was only JUST caught and we know nothing about, that's totally safe!

Now we're BOTH to blame for Kieran and Carmine requiring therapy!

Despite this I don't hate her

but GodDAMN she nearly gave me a stroke-

[jageshemashftw]

Knuckles: Why do villains always need to hit me in the fucking face?

Sonic: Take it as a compliment, you have a very punchable face.

Knuckles: Like, I can understand a solid body blow, it’s a fight for chrissakes, but a direct shot to my eye? You have to work for that shit!

Sonic: Yeah, sorry bud, but I have very little sympathy for the guy who flexes in the middle of a fight.

Knuckles: Fuck you, it’s intimidating.

Amy: Hey guys, can I-? What the hell happened to your face, Knuckles?

Knuckles: I was fighting Bark and he sucker-punched me.

Amy: How the fuck did he manage that? You’re, like, the best hand-to-hand fighter we have?

Sonic: Oh, he flexed in the middle of the fight to be ‘intimidating’.

Knuckles: It was intimidating!

Amy: Yeah, it was so intimidating, he smacked you in the fucking face.

Sonic: Oh shit! (hi-fives Amy)

Knuckles: Great, now there’s fucking two of you. What do you want, Ames?

Amy: Oh, well, uh… I’m going on this thing tonight with- with Blaze, and, well… I think there’s something I need to tell you guys.

Knuckles: You’re Bi.

Sonic: You’re Bi.

Amy: I’m sorry, what the fuck?!

Sonic: Hmm?

Amy: I haven’t told anybo- I barely knew!! How the fuck did you know?!

Sonic: Amy, we’re your closest friends. We know you better than anyone. On top of that, we love you.

Amy: O-Oh… Thank you, Sonic. That really means a lot to hear-

Knuckles: Also, you’re fucking terrible at hiding it.

Sonic: Yeah, also that. Mostly that, actually.

Amy: Okay, wow, first of all, I wasn’t hiding it, I was discovering myself. And second of all, no I fucking was not!

Knuckles: Yep, you were.

Amy: No, I wasn’t!

Sonic: Yeah, sorry Ames, but you kinda were.

Amy: No, I was not!!

Knuckles: Do you really wanna fucking go there, sis?

Sonic: It would save you a lot of embarrassment if you just trusted us here.

Amy: There is absolutely no evidence that either of you could known until this exact second when I told y-!!

Sonic: SALLY!!

Amy: What are you doing?

Knuckles: Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Sally: (walking in) Hey Sonic, what’s up?

Sonic: Hey Sal, I need to wash the Tornado for Tails. You wanna help out?

Sally: Oh, yeah, no problem.

Amy: (gulp)

Knuckles: Oh, and the thing is pretty dirty. You’re probably gonna get soaking wet so I’d lose the vest if I were you.

Amy: (blushing) Sorrylosethewhat?

Sally: Oh, yeah, that’s a good point. Hold up…

Amy: Okay, I get it! You made your point!

Knuckles: Told you so. Sonic?

Sonic: Ah, you know what, Sal? Tails and I are gonna take it out tonight. Nevermind, you’re good.

Sally: Oh, okay. See you guys later. Amy. (winks)

Amy: Hehehe, bye… I fucking hate you both.

Knuckles: Don’t hate us. We warned you.

Sonic: Okay, okay, in all seriousness… We’re happy for you, Amy. You should be proud of yourself.

Amy: … Thanks, Sonic.

Tails: (walking in) So, seeing as how I just saw Sally walking past with her vest open, I’m guessing Amy is finally out of the closet?

Amy: For the love of- DID ANYBODY NOT KNOW!?

Tails: …… No. What the hell happened to your face?

Knuckles: It’s a long story…

Tails: … You flexed in the middle of a fight again, didn’t you?

Knuckles: It’s intimidating!!

[raphmona]

How did Ramona become your favorite ship and how did you become a hardcore Ramona shipper?

I guess it was just instinct. I knew I found something special when I came across RaMona and my love for it just grew as the years went on.

It all started when I was watching one of Black Nerd Comedy’s TMNT videos on YouTube. He was doing a ninja turtles Q&A and someone asked him if he would ever like to see Mona Lisa in the 2012 series. He agreed that Mona should return and called her “Raphael’s lady”.

Note: This was in March 2014, over a year before Mona Lisa was introduced in the 2012 show in November 2015

I was very new to TMNT at this time, with the 2012 series being my introduction, so I had very little knowledge of the franchise and other versions, but I was a sucker for romance side plots and my curiosity was peaked. So I did some digging on YouTube and found the 1987 episode “Raphael Meets His Match” and I watched it. This was my very first episode I ever watched of the 87 series and I fell in love with Mona Lisa and especially her relationship with Raph. I loved how well her personality clashed with Raph, snarky stubborn sass with even more snarky stubborn sass. I squealed when she called him a doll and kissed his cheek. Him assuring her that he thinks she’s beautiful warmed my heart and them reuniting by the end of the episode was so sweet. You can image my disappointment when I learned that was her ONLY episode and she never came back. So I relied on fanart and fan comics of her, hopefully waiting for the return of this ship.

For those who don’t know, back when the 2012 series was running there were A LOT of fans who would constantly email/DM the producers and writers of the show on social media, asking them to bring Mona Lisa into the 2012 series. I will admit I was one of those fans 😅 I never harassed them like other fans did, but I do remember commenting on their instagram post regarding the topic once or twice.

Also funny fact, apparently Sean Astin (2012 Raph’s voice actor) was also one of those people. He constantly kept on asking Branden and Ciro (the producers) when Raph was going to get a love interest, cause he saw every other turtle get a GF except Raph. Angry turtles need love too! XD

Fast forward to August 2015, San Diego Comic Con, at a TMNT 2012 panel, they announce that Mona Lisa will be coming to the series in the upcoming season 4 as a warrior from an alien planet. I fangirled so hard that night when I watched the panel on YouTube! I was squealing so loud and dancing around my bedroom! I was so happy I started to cry! My OTP was finally returning!

It was 2012 RaMona that sealed the deal for me. After watching their first episode “The Moons of Thalos 3”, I fell in love with them. Raph falling for her because she punched him in the face is both hilarious and adorable, and also (strangely) very in character for him. His “what a woman” line made me squeal in excitement. Their first kiss, I couldn’t help but cheer. I didn’t care about any other ship except for them. To actually see a happy healthy couple with little to no problems in this series was a breath of fresh air. I never cared for Apritello, Leor*i I was questioning (that’s a whole different can of worms I’m not getting into now), I didn’t care for Capril, and though I liked Renetangelo I wasn’t crazy for them. The more Mona appeared in the show the more my love for the ship grew. Them constantly flirting or making out in the middle of battle, how trusting they are of each other, how supportive they are of each other in combat, and even their biggest road bump with Lord Dregg they were able to over come, with the cherry of that episode being Mona confessing her love to Raph. Even when back on Earth, Raph still thinks about her, loves her and stays loyal to her. In truth, Mona made Raph a better man. Them reuniting in season 5 kinda leaves us with an open book because now we get to decide what happens with them now that they are on Earth together. I just know from the look they gave each other at the end of the episode as they held each other in their arms that they will be living happily ever after 🥰

We only ever see this ship in a hand full of episodes in the 2012 series, but it was enough to show me and the audience how happy and healthy this couple is compare to the other ships. I love them. I adore them. I want a relationship like theirs one day. I wanna find my Raph to my Mona. I want to continue to see this ship in other versions of TMNT in the future!

I will stand proud and say that I am the captain of the Raph x Mona Lisa ship! 🫡💞

[tarotapprentice]

Can you do a post on how yoongi is currently doing post dui and after the final verdict? I’m still so worried about him and thinking about him every day :( I hope he’s getting a lot of support from the members, his family and friends.

After finding back the decks that I thought that I lost, I first pulled a card from the energy oracle deck and I got the card of envy. I did not perceive it as literarly, but what I saw more was as if a kid that was grounded and was looking through his window at the other kids playing freely outside. I am sure that by describing this image you can feel the vibe I was getting.

Further on, I pulled the oracle card 'your soul has fucked off'. I got a sense of dissociation. He is distancing himself from certain situations that might make him feel a certain way but he needs to be a bit careful not to get lost in that numbness.

I finally pulled a card from the tarot and I got the ten of cups. There is a certain unhapiness and sadness but it is not heavy as in depressive. Just a bit unhappy and there is dissatisfaction.

After that, I pulled the card 'individuality' and it gave me the vibe that he might feel lonely but in the sense of feeling singled out or feeling like only you are going through a tough time compared to others (again this can be related to the envy card).

As last, I got the 'bone collector' card. I was gettting moving on, starting over and learning from the past in order to move on. Pretty much taking experiences through certain situations as opportunities for the future.

I was particular interested in what the messages actually were for two cards and once I read them I believe they fit what I was getting myself:

Your soul has fucked off:

"Meditate and ask your soul to come back cleared and healed because you really can't do this bullshit earth thing without being totally present in your physical bodys When you feel you are beside yourself, you literally are. Your soul is just out of reach from your physical body because something or someone has made it uncomfortable for it to stay with you. Give it permission to heal and come back to you so you can get on with the job."

The bone collector:

"When the Bone Collector appears, she is asking you to look closely at your cir- cumstances to see if you're fully present or reacting out of past conditioning and unconscious expectations. Whenever we're wounded, especially when we're young, it's as if something is stolen from us. We adapt, and accept a particular version of the truth that then sets us up to behave a certain way in the future when faced with a situation that reminds us of the original event. What we know about ourselves thus becomes influenced by a perception of limitation. You may feel unworthy or without courage; you may see yourself as flawed or unlovable, or expect to be criticized. The truth is that you are a powerful being with limitless possibilities. She has kept safe what was stolen from you in the wounding, and here for you as you reclaim everything you believe you lack. With awareness, the wounds of past need not define you."

To finish on a more positive note, a prediction for him for the rest of the year:

Time for emotional healing + the fool = a new start as what I was already getting and freedom from having the feeling of being grounded.

"You are no longer feeling and are just dangling around like a dead dingo's donga and apathy is your bitch. Your suppressed anger is literally killing you, and those pains in your body are caused by suppressed sadness. Your physical body is ready to explode and cave in on you because you have not been releasing your emotions safely. Scream into a pillow, punch a boxing bag, cry over a sad movie go for a long walk or run. Write it all down where no one else will see it and then burn the crap out of it, letting it all go and being transformed by fire into air and light. Remember to release the resonance, guilt and fear away from each emotion you experience, as these little suckers can keep you attached to victimhood. Get in touch with your emotions and really feel them so you can release them from your wounded soul. Find someone to help you get in touch with and release your emotions in a safe and loving way."

[askknuckles]

heres a fun question (maybe?) rank your rivals, worst to best :p if you can hehehe

That "maybe" is right. This is a question I never thought I'd have to answer... Hm. I'm not sure how we're supposed to be ranking them exactly, so I suppose I'll just be ranking them by how much I like having them as my "rival".

Let's see. I guess I could start with Sonic.

I've said before in another answer that I don't hate Sonic. We started off as rivals, mainly through Eggman pitting me against him back when Sonic and Tails first discovered Angel Island.

We've maintained something like a rivalry over the years, though I'm typically paired with him on adventures since he needs my super-strength. There are a lot of times where we butt heads, especially when he wants to be on my nerves.

Yet... he helps me out. He does seem to care, and I can actually call him a friend. Any friendly competition is purely that, just rivalry. I don't think he's my real rival, Sonic has a bunch already- but he's definitely high on the totem pole in terms of "power level" as I've heard Charmy mention before.

Now if you wanna talk about real rivals that get on my nerves... *sigh* let's talk about Rouge.

She's been after the Master Emerald for a while. The master jewel thief who wants MY emerald because it's massive. Though she could also want it for its power, as she does remember my explanations about the Master Emerald being the only thing that can neutralize the Chaos Emeralds. Either way, it's annoying.

But I guess she does have her good traits. She's very honest about her intentions with the Master Emerald, even as a secret agent. Our rivalry, though full of fighting, is mainly friendly. I wouldn't want to see anything really bad happen to her, I just want her to stop coming after the Master Emerald. She's high on the list for her persistence and ability to hold her own in a fight alone.

Who else... Well, I guess there's Shadow.

I guess he could be considered a rival, since he's fought me a few times. I've talked before about how I feel about him. Nowadays he's nothing but some kind of brooding loner because he's become as bitter as the guy who created him.

He's powerful, but we just steer clear of one another. In fact, I don't really think he's my rival more than he is Sonic's. In terms of him being my rival, I'd have to put him at the bottom of the list. Both because he's not really my rival and because, well, he's not that thrilling to me.

I remember having a pretty major rivalry with that big bird from the Babylon Rogues. His name was Storm, right?

That guy was annoying, but I'll give him one thing: he can pack a punch, and that's what I like in a "rival". Rouge has her legs, but Storm can sucker punch you. The only downside to him is just how dumb and gullible he can be. That and he's part of a trio of thieves.

He would probably be pretty high on the list. I haven't seen those guys in a while, but the last time I saw Storm was when the Rogues were contracted to take a few Echidna artifacts from Angel Island. We didn't get our proper rematch, but I know that'll be a fight for the ages.

Anyone else...? Well, I guess Bark deserves a mention.

That hooligan and his crew haven’t shown their faces in a while, but when they did, Bark was always who I went after. Like Storm, he's someone who can pack a punch, and I like that. Another thing I like is that he's quiet. What a refreshing change of pace.

He's pretty high because of strength and silence alone. I haven't seen him in a long time though... Last I remember, him and that green duck-bird-whatever split from Fang the Hunter before me and the others fought Fang on the Northstar Islands... I don't remember if anyone ever mentioned if those three got back together again.

So, my final ranking would probably be...

Rouge

Sonic

Bark

Storm

Shadow

And that should just about do it.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1084: Training Day (Kingdom Hearts)

1:20 p.m. Outside of the Land of Departure: Training Field........

NAMINE......ANGELIC.....SMASH!

'SMASH'

With one, fairly powerful punch from Namine of all people, a stand-in punching bag is seen getting forcefully pushed all the way to the other side of the field l before falling down to the ground as smoke is coming out of the imprinted fist mark she left begin, much to boys' surprise (and mostly dread in Ventus' case).

Chihirty: Amazing..... (Turns to Namine) The force of your punches are getting more stronger by the minute.

Namine: (Has Her Hands on her Knees Before Swiping the Sweat Off With her Arm) ('Whew') And it shows....(Holds her Fist Up as She Place her Hand on Top of her Arm Muscle With a Proud Smile on her Face) Which means my training with Ms. Lockhart is starting to pay off at last!~

Chirithy: You wanna give it another go? I'm liking the name of the punch you gave so far.

Namine: (Smiles Brightly) Thank you so much, ChiChi. And yeah, let's go!~

Ventus: (Eyes Widened as He Watches Namine and Chihirty in the Distance While Sitting Next to Vantias Under a Shade) This is insane......

Vantias: Insane how Namine's strong enough send anything flying or the name of her attack sounds almost as Intimidating as "Final Heaven"?

Ventus: (Turns to Vantias With a Panicked Look on his Face) Yes, on both fronts! Like, I know that she determined to be as strong as her teacher and I'm really proud of her for coming this far with her combat training, but I didn't think she would get THIS powerful! And I STILL don't know how that Final Heaven move of hers works to begin with! Like, does it really take a lot energy and willpower to pull the move off or does she uses both of her fists as ticking time bombs whenever she's in battle?

Vantias: Hey, your guess is as mines. All I know that I am passing up any offer sparring against Little Miss Angel Girl over there.

Ventus: Why? (Gives Vantias a Sly Smirk on his Face) You scared she's gonna sucker punch you again like last time?

Flashback

Years ago after the war between light and darkness has reached it conclusion, Vantias, who somehow revived as well at the time, tries to infiltrate the Land of Departure before getting caught red handed by Sora and the gang (minus Riku, Isa, Aqua, and Terra) shortly after.

He was able to take them all on effortlessly, thanks to his sneaky use of the little power darkness he has at the time and a few capoeira tricks he learned from a street performer he saw the night before.

It wasn't long until he stumbled upon Namine who panicked and screamed out the word "STOP IT YOU JERRRRRRRRK!" as she sucker punched Vantias straight into the jaw hard enough to send him flying from across the room, leaving him unconscious until the crew ties him up and interrogate him.

It was at this moment that Vantias decided to never cross Namine again....as well as finding ways to avoid sparring with her at all cost.

End of Flashback

Vantias: ('Scoffs') As if. I just don't think it'll be a fair match up is all.

Ventus: For you or her? Cuz something tells me that it might definitely be the former.

Vantias: Yeah, well, whatever told you that clearly doesn't know jack shit about how fair match-up works. (Starts Smirking Back at Ventus) Unless you wanna step in the sparring ring yourself.

Ventus: (Glares at Vantias) And get sent flying off to the distance? No way!

Vantias: Oh don't be such a wuss. You could dodge her punches easily if you actually put that feet of yours to good use.

Ventus: I can say the same for you too, emo boy. Or did your break dancing routine is starting to lose steam.

Vantias: Okay, first off, I do capoeira, there's a different I think. And second, just because I'm making a cautious move in not fighting her, that doesn't automatically make me weak. Especially when I can kick your ass just fine.

Ventus: (Immediately Gets Up From Where He Was Sitting) Get real! Have you forgotten our fight at the Keyblade Graveyard!?

Vantias: (Rolls his Eyes) Oh yeah. How could I ever forget the time you pulled a cheap shot at the Near end of the battle?

Ventus: Cheap sho- I beaten you fair and square! If anything, YOU'RE the one who keep relying on your dark power to give you the edge on almost every fight you got yourself into!

Vantias: And that's a problem because.......

Ventus: What do you think!? That, in of itself, is cheating!

Vantias: Subjectively speaking.

Ventus: THAT'S NOT EVEN- (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) You know what? Forget it. You can use darkness, capoeira or whatever you call it, all you want. (Crosses his Arms and Turns Away) Just know that I've beaten you once and I'll be more than happy to do it again!

Vantias: (Slowly Starts Getting Up in Front of Ventus) Is that a challenge request I'm hearing right now?

Ventus: Maybe. And I won't opposed if you accept either. (Turns Back to Vantias) Just don't be too surprised if you end up put to sleep on the ground, cheater.

Vantias: (Puts on a Competitive yet Malicious Grin on his Face as He Summons his Keyblade) I like to see you try and land a hit on me, airbag....

Ventus: (Summons his Keyblade as Well) Glady......

Meanwhile.......

Chirithy: (Helps Namine Takes the Punching Bag Back to It's Original Spot) So how exactly did you came up with the name for that move of yours in the first place?

Namine: Oh it's simple really. One night, when I was in the middle of drawing a fee sketches, I-

Two vicious battle cries simultaneously rings into Namine and Chihirty's eardrums as the two set their attention on Ventus and Vantias fighting one another using their Keyblades in the far distance.

Chirithy: Well, would you look at that? And here I thought those two lazy bones were never gonna train today.

Namine: They look so determined to out best one another. (Places her Hands on Both of her Cheeks While Letting Out a Gasps) Has my hard work managed to inspired them to train themselves?~

Chirithy: Preeeeeetty sure they were arguing again as usual..... (Starts Pouting) I bet it was Van-Van who started it!

Namine: ('Sigh') I'll have a talk with those two later.....(Turns to Chihirty Woth a Determined Smile on her Face) In the meantime, let's resume back to training ourselves. There's so many new techniques I can't wait to try out!~

Chirithy: (Sighs While Shrugging) If you say so.....

@keyenuta

@26shann

@khtext

@cyber-wildcat

@bestpony666

@ma-lemons

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Imogen, Obviously - By Becky Albertalli

I have decided to write a review of my most recent lesbian read- so here I go!

I am a sucker for a good YA romance, but more importantly a LESBIAN YA romance. You could not catch me dead holding a straight romance book in my hands.

Firsts things first, ratings!

Book: 5/5 ⭐️

BIPOC Rep: 5/5 ⭐️

Lesbian Rep: 4.5/5 ⭐️

Girl who Thinks She's Straight but is Actually Bi Rep: 5/5 ⭐️

The true and utter representation i felt through this book was immaculate to say the least, I felt that each character was so well thought out and designed to represent a different perspective in the queer world. Ultimately my favourite character ended up being our main girl Imogen, as what she goes through in the book is something that so many queer people can relate to surrounding the pressures of being 'queer enough' and finding their safe spaces.

I feel that as someone who was able to come out at a young age, and be in a loving and supporting family, I was able to relate to Imogen's sister. This helped me to further relate myself into the book, making me literally engulf my whole life in the novel until I finished it.

I feel as though this is one of those books you pick up, get into, and then finish in quick succession; which is the exact type of book I enjoy. If you are looking for something that will have you wanting to punch some people in the face, give someone a big hug, and cry your heart out a little- then I guess I have the perfect book for you!

Finally, I would like to tell my own personal story whilst reading this book, that made me appreciate the book even a little bit more.

For a portion of me reading this book, I was on a ferry, and whilst I wont go in to what happened, I was crying on the top deck of the ferry when I saw a lesbian couple happily taking photos and embracing in the open. Whilst this may not be related to the book at all, it adds now, for me, a stronger connection to the novel.

The second thing that happened whilst reading this book is that whilst I was on a seven hour plane flight I ended up sat next to- once again, a lesbian couple. I truly believe that this book just brought all of the lesbians in my direction and decided to have them sat next to me in those troubling moments.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this review, I don't really even do these, so feel free to give me some feedback on how I could improve them if I decide to do any more!

(PS: I do not know how to make images smaller on tumblr, vv sorry)

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In a Heartbeat - Chapter 37 - Part 3

*Warning - Adult Content*

Vince

"Kill me too. Please. Don't let me live."

I wanted to tell him to stop.

I didn't want him to say that and the shadow growing more and more, blocking out the other pack members, the council members, even his family.

It was just us two now and the mysterious figure.

He kept repeating it, wishing for death and I couldn't do anything.

And then all at once, his wailing stopped.

The shadow disappeared and Simon was falling.

At first, he fell to his knees, then his upper body had collapsed to the floor.

I was shaking now, able to only move my arms, I looked down at his lifeless form.

His chest a dark crimson spot as it continued to grow.

His eyes had fluttered close as I stared at my hands, now covered in blood.

I wanted to scream, to reach out and stop him from bleeding out but I couldn't move the rest of my body.

A silent scream erupting from my throat, as the blood pooled and the realization had set in.

I had killed Simon.

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I screamed or I thought I had as I shot up out of bed.

It turned out it was Simon wailing, his whole body spasming, his eyes squeezed shut.

Looks like I wasn't the only one that had a nightmare.

I immediately turned on the lamp, turning to try and wake him up before anyone busts in the door and thinks I'm murdering him in real life.

He was sweating profusely, his shirt completely drenched and I could tell he was running a fever, even though to me he felt cold to the touch.

I hovered above him, trying to shake his shoulders to wake up.

His wailing turned into whimpers but the shaking continued, his clenched fists nearly hitting me in the face a couple of times.

"No. Please," he kept repeating.

"Stop. Please, don't."

I called out his name, hoping he'd wake up but he continued to thrash about, his hand grasping my upper arm tightly, his nails digging into my skin.

I could feel it start to break skin, so I grabbed his wrists, pinning them on either side of him, trying to think of another game plan.

I kept trying to call his name but I was starting to fear how he'd actually react to me being here, once he was awake and alert.

He'd definitely freak, especially if I was pinning him down.

I risked getting clawed to reach for my phone, quickly pulling up Chase's number before grabbing his wrist again.

I waited impatiently as it kept ringing, the anxiety overruling everything in my head.

Just as Chase finally picked up, was when I noticed it.

"Vince?" Chase groaned.

"It's two in the morning."

I moved my hand from Simon's left wrist slightly to get a better look at it.

Blinking, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was.

"Vince?" Chase repeated.

There on his wrist stood not one but nine scars, a sight that quite literally sucker-punched the air out of my lungs.

I didn't want to believe it but there was no denying it in the soft glow of the lamp's light that that was exactly what I saw.

A sharp cold feeling took hold of my chest and I felt as hopeless as I did in my own nightmare but even worse.

Simon was right, I was scared, truly and utterly scared out of my mind. 

"Help me," I finally managed to say over the phone, my voice just barely above a whisper.

"Please."

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode 6 thoughts

ohhhh the family drama in this one was DELICIOUS, i enjoyed it very much.

i will admit i found the time skip a little jarring at first even though i knew it was coming, just because so much stuff happened during those years, but emma d’arcy and olivia cooke were absolutely SERVING and i loved them.

rhaenyra with her kids … rhaenyra obviously loving them so so much … rhaenyra smiling as soon as she saw baby joffrey … oh it was a lot.

as soon as older rhaenyra said “fuck” while climbing the stairs i was like. yes. absolutely. i love you, this is perfect casting.

i have been overly invested in daemon and rhaenyra’s children ever since reading f&b so i feel pretty emotional actually seeing jace, luke, joffrey, rhaena, and baela on my tv screen. they’re real! they’re little and squishy! i want desperately to protect them!

i’m really glad that they included alicent’s “do keep trying, sooner or later you may get one that looks like you” bit, it’s such an iconic line of bitchy dialogue.

i SO wish that we had gotten to see more of the relationship between rhaenyra and harwin (they didn’t even kiss!) but the little bits that we did see of it were really tender and lovely, especially with baby joffrey.

helaena targaryen being a weird little girl with a bug collection is something that can be so personal, actually.

also, her saying something like “you’ll have to close an eye” while aemond is talking to alicent about wanting a dragon … please oh PLEASE let helaena have prophetic dreams, that would be great.

i am aware that aemond targaryen is going to grow up to commit a ton of war crimes but honestly i just wanted to give him a hug in this episode.

alicent being constantly exasperated that her children are growing up to be a bunch of absolute weirdos was really, really funny.

we finally got to see vhagar! she is so large and so ugly and i love her very much and seeing her fly with caraxes was a lot of fun.

i’m really sad that we only got to see adult laena for one episode, she was so regal and self-possessed and i really liked her interactions with her daughters and the fact that she clearly doesn’t want to indulge daemon’s sulking.

the implication that daemon stayed away from westeros for 10 years because he couldn’t stand to be around rhaenyra when they were married to other people … oh man. oh boy. that is so much. can’t deal with this right now, sorry!

alicent and criston having a weird warped version of fealty and courtly love based on their shared hatred of the same person … yesssss i love it give me more.

harwin strong in his dilf era repeatedly punching criston cole in the face is literally everything i wanted to see from him in this episode.

viserys talking about the bonds of friendship being forged through combat together while aegon ii is beating up his nephews is just like. jesus christ. viserys please learn to read the room.

alicent and larys having their scheming little dinner together was so fun, especially since it’s clearly a common practice. seems like larys is going full-on villain and that’s going to be entertaining to watch.

kind of sad to see that daemon and rhaenyra’s marriages are both breaking down, but i can understand why since there are a lot of stressors in both of those relationships.

around halfway through this episode i was like “there seems to be a lot going on here, maybe i won’t have to watch harwin and laena die yet” so the last 10 minutes absolutely sucker-punched me.

rip lyonel strong you were a real one and possibly the only man in westeros with both honor and common sense.

i am not quite sure how i feel about laena’s death, i always thought childbirth was a lazy way to get rid of her and i can see that they were trying to add more dignity/autonomy but it also made it more violent … i’ll have to think on it.

the milf on milf violence in this was just really fun and i can’t wait to see more.

i am READY for the funeral drama next week, bring it on!

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a heart like yours part 8: the confessions

Masterlist

Summary: You tell Loki you know he's the one that woke you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mild angst; implied smut (which means minors & pearl clutchers dni) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Are you going to actually knock, Y/N, or am I going to have to do it for you and run away like we're teenagers dealing with our first crush?" Wanda teased as you stood in front of the door to Loki's apartment. She and Natasha practically dragged you to the Russian spy's closet from the spa insisting that if you were going to finally have a conversation with the raven-haired god about how you felt for one another, you were going to look your version of "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive".

That was how you ended up standing there in a black wrap dress with gold detailing and five-inch heels that would still have him towering over you, what with how short you were, and how impossibly tall he was. As for the emerald green satin and lace lingerie underneath? In Wanda's words, "in case you get to the really happy ending". 

"Give me a second, dammit. If I get any more nervous my palms are gonna sweat," you hissed at your friend. 

You took a steadying breath and whispered to yourself, "Three seconds of bravery, that's all you need." And then you have to face what ever follows, no matter how chicken shit you are. So that was exactly what you gave yourself. Three seconds of mustered up courage to knock on the door.

The second your fingers touched the door, Wanda disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving you to face whatever followed all on your own.

As the door opened to reveal the sight of Loki in a black henley and green sweatpants, you resisted the urge to turn around and run away as fast as these cursed heels could take you and abort mission. 

"Hi," you managed to breathe out. A tender smile graced his face as he looked into your eyes, making you catch your breath, still in overwhelming disbelief of what was revealed to you just hours ago. 

"Y/N," he crooned your name. Dammit when he says my name like that I just wanna kiss him. Wait, can I just do that? Forget the talk and skip to the good part?  You mentally slapped yourself. Focus.

You held up his cape in your arms, neatly but loosely folded so that you wouldn't risk creasing it anywhere. "Came to return your cape. Thank you. It was--comforting, waking up to something kinda…familiar." He took the garment from you, his hands grazing yours as he did so, and you could almost taste the tension between you two. Three more seconds, Y/N, you can do this. "Can we talk?" 

"Of course, darling." He stepped aside and opened the door wider. "Come in." 

You situated yourself at the edge of a chaise lounge in the middle of the room, watching as he hung the cape back in his closet before turning to face you, and you could almost see the beginning of tears in his eyes as he looked at you. "I apologize, dear Y/N. Earlier today I'd been trying to cope with the idea of a world where you no longer walked upon it, and seeing you here before me now…elates me so." 

Your words failed you, unable to think of anything coherent to reply with except: "I know you woke me." 

It was like you were sucker punched with the look of shock and terror that colored his face. And then your heart caught in your throat once again as he said his next words. "I'm sorry." Before you could respond, he strode over to you and crouched until you were eye level. A moment passed before undeniable despair entered his eyes and he sank even further, to his knees, looking up at you. 

"Why are you apologizing?" you croaked. "You did nothing wrong." You placed your hands on his shoulders, your heart aching as you saw the visible relief in him the moment you did so, as if he was so comforted by  your touch. "But Loki…why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me you didn't know who--?"

"Because it was me," he answered in a rush. "Because it could not be the man you were with. Rogers was a fool to have you and not love you. And I heard you. Outside the cottage. You told the Sin Healer that your heart belonged to someone who was also a fool if he dares think that you are unworthy of his attentions. His affections. I apologize for I am neither one of them and yet I woke you. Of all the people fortunate enough to be loved by you, and yet they were so foolish to not return it. 

"But Y/N how could I not love you? You are brilliant, beautiful, and kind. And whenever I gaze upon you, you greet me with a smile that I would gladly move the realms for if only to see it again. I understand if these affections of mine are unreturned and if you wish to cease our semblance of a friendship--"

You couldn't take it anymore. You cut off his words and pressed your lips to his, stifling a chuckle at the sound of his startled gasp. And then he began to move his lips against yours, taking control of your kiss, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down onto his lap. 

"You're an idiot," you murmured against his lips. "It's you. I'm in love with you." You pressed another kiss to his lips. "My heart…it's yours. It always has been." 

He weaved his hand through your hair and pulled away from you, making you look at him, not even bothering to hide the bewilderment in his eyes. "You believed yourself unworthy of my love?" You  nodded your answer, making his eyes darken ever so slightly at you, before he pulled you even closer to him, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you once more, and standing up from his current kneeling position.

The sudden motion made you reactively wrap your legs around him, causing you both to moan into each other's mouths. When you pulled away for air, his lips latched on to your neck, pressing kisses wherever he could as he lowered you both on to the bed, with you straddling his hips. 

"Oh my darling Y/N, how I've longed for this," he groaned against your skin. You could feel his hand moving to undo the tie on your dress with slow, deliberate movements, taking his time. "I'd dreamt of the day I could finally have you in my arms, in my bed. The day I could call you mine, our bodies pressed together as we chase each other's pleasure. You laid out before me as I made love to you." You shuddered, both at his words and at his kisses moving to your ear.

"I look forward to doing exactly that tomorrow night, my love." 

Wait. What? You pulled away slightly to look at him with the confusion swimming in your eyes. You decided to voice your confusion as well. "What's wrong with tonight?" 

Your breathing hitched as a seductive smirk graced his exquisite features. "Tonight I believe I have another task. I must prove you wrong. Dispel your beliefs that you do not deserve my attention." He undid the ties of your dress and shrugged it off your shoulders, licking his lips as he caught sight of your garments underneath. "My affection." He pressed a kiss at the base of your throat. "My devotion." Then he pressed another kiss above your heart. "My love." 

A series of broken whimpers escaped your lips as you felt his kisses moving up to your mouth again. "Tonight I am for your pleasure, my precious mortal." And then he flipped you over, your back landing on the bed with a soft thud. "Tonight you will learn what it's like to be worshipped." He pressed a kiss to your now bare stomach, before crawling his way up to your lips once more. "By the god that loves you." 

"What the fuck was that?" Natasha hissed in shock as she heard a muffled cry from the hall, her confusion growing as Wanda started simply chuckling in response. "Something you wanna share with the class, Wanda?" 

"Loki forgot to close his door all the way again." She led the way to the door in question and pointed out the slight crack left open. She slowly took hold of the knob and quietly shut it all the way, but not before another muffled scream of his name came out of the door, making your friends' eyes widen.

"That's--?"

"That's our girl," Wanda finished with a playful smile. "Getting her really happy ending. I'll fortify his enchantment. They need all the privacy they can get." As she cast a spell around his room, another muffled moan came through. "Goddamn, the lungs on this woman." 

As she finished the spell and began to walk away, the two women caught sight of little Morgan skipping over to them. "Hi Auntie Nat. Auntie Wanda. Have you seen Auntie Y/N? I wanna watch Tangled with her." 

Wanda picked up the little girl, steering her away from the door of the apartment you were currently moaning and screaming your lungs out in, and answered, "I'm afraid Auntie Y/N's spending some time with Loki." She let out a chuckle before adding, "Being his princess." 

That led Natasha to slightly tap her upside the head. 

"Does that mean Auntie Y/N got her happily ever after?" Morgan asked the two with a little yawn.

Natasha glared at the sorceress, silently telling her to behave, but the chuckles she was stifling already told her that that wasn't happening, so she answered instead. "Yeah, baby. She finally did." 

A/N: And here we reach the end of the story. But…there are 2 outtakes coming: one with the Stark party that Strange mentioned in part 4, and another one with the breakfast in part 7. And if I ever get an idea for an epilogue…that might happen

And here's a bonus gif for the ones who read until the end

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[slightlymore]

what am I now?

for @notnctu’s collab “beginnings”. thank you again for letting me participate in this and I’ll miss you so fucking much :((((

real estate agent doyoung x fem reader

genre: romantic comedy, +18

warnings: few istances of doyoung smoking, he also punches someone lol, mutual pining, explicit sexual content [a lot of teasing and sexual frustration, dirty talk, solo m and f, orgasm control and denial both, overstimulation both, oral f, unprotected)

other characters mentioned: kun (sorry baby)

words: 10.6k 

---READ PART 2 HERE---

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Hunting for an apartment sounded very fun in theory: a cute adventure in the big city on your own, staring at nice places and imagining how you'd decorate them.

You were a sucker for interior design and you were ashamed to confess that you spent more time on The Sims than with real people having a conversation. 

But hunting for an apartment was not fun at all in reality. 

After the fourth place you’ve seen in a row, either ugly or far too expensive for what they were offering, feet hurting like hell as you had to walk around in the snow, you finally decided to get help from an agency. 

You searched for the best-reviewed ones for days, deciding that money was not really an issue if they could help you find a place with windows towards the south so you wouldn’t cry that your apartment was dark as hell at 2 pm. 

While doing so, you saw the best little place on some fancy-ass looking agency website. It looked so perfect that you got sudden tears in your eyes. 

“And what’s your partner’s name?” 

You were biting your nails, sitting on your old kitchen chairs in the dirty apartment you had to escape from. 

The monotonous voice that answered the call went by the name of Kun. 

“My partner’s name?” you straightened your back. 

With the corner of your eyes, you saw your reflection in the sticky oven at your right and you patted your head to make sure your hair was alright as if the dude could actually see you. 

“Like my- my lover?” you asked again. 

“Yes, ma’am. Boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, lover, partner-”

“Yeah, okay, okay, alright,” you interrupted him. “Why do you need this information?” 

The dude sighed. “Are you aware that this offer is for couples, ma’am?” 

Your eye twitched at his insistence on calling you ma’am. “Sorry, I was actually not.” 

“So, you’re single,” he asked precisely. 

“Yes,” you almost whispered, feeling more of a loser than usual. 

Monotonous Kun sighed. “It is a special price for Valentine’s Day and-” he started to recite. While he was talking you squinted at the computer and read the minuscule description under the apartment information you unfortunately missed.

“Great, thank you anyways,” you let him finish before bidding goodbye since you were no Karen. 

You sighed and closed your eyes. 

Since when did real estate have special prices for Valentine’s Day?

As you threw yourself back on the chair and silently screamed, wobbling all of your limbs around, the doorbell interrupted your dramatic scene. You kicked the empty card boxes you took from the grocery stores, since spending money for those seemed too much for you and reached the musty uncleanable front door. 

“Good evening, dear,” you opened to see the face of your neighbours across the street. 

They were an old couple, always on the balcony minding other people’s business and always in the mood to pick a fight. 

“Just popping in to say that, first of all, you’re very beautiful,” the woman smiled fakely and you returned the same vibe by thanking her, your brain already fuming while trying to understand what the issue was that time, “but my husband can see your nipples through your pyjama top when you’re in the kitchen. I think you would agree that it is highly inappropriate.” 

You felt one vein pulsing on your left temple.

“To watch young women do their thing in their own house through the windows? Yes, it is highly inappropriate. Good talk.” 

The lady furrowed her eyebrows at your remark and opened her mouth to add something you couldn’t hear over the door slamming. 

You had to get out of that place as soon as possible. 

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It was a few days after Valentine’s Day and the apartment was still on the website. 

It drove you mad that you couldn’t have access to it for no real reason so you decided to creepily check the agency out.

The first day you walked around it, your beanie low to cover your features and sunglasses when there was not a single ray of sun out. You noticed a few distinguished people going in and out of the glass door and you wondered which of them was Kun. Some people whispered past you as you kept trying to see inside, so you chickened out and went home. 

The second day you were tempted to dress as a man and go talk to some agent, the thought of not having any other possibility afterwards if they refused you while looking like yourself, giving you the courage to be stupid. 

But you didn't. The beard you drew on was horrible and you couldn’t possibly buy the house if they accepted to sell, as no bearded guy was on your documents. 

So you did the next best thing. 

There were all men inside of that satanic place and although not everyone possibly liked women, a fair share of them did. Ignoring the cold, you put on the sexiest dress you had in your closet, some high boots and finally tried out that eyeliner look you saw on TikTok. With a few drops of perfume, you felt irresistible in your soft coat and if they didn’t want to give you the apartment because you were single, at least a few of them would definitely try and date you. 

“No.” 

You felt your chin tremble. 

“What do you mean, no?” 

The man, who unfortunately was still Monotonous Kun you talked to on the phone, sighed. 

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. The price offer is for couples. If you’re that interested, we can sell it to you. But for its full price.” 

“But I don’t have all of that money," you let out a tiny whine. 

Kun smiled politely and you sensed he wanted you out of his office. 

“Then please check out our other options.” 

You closed your mouth because if you opened it you were afraid you’d start to sob. 

“And if I bring my boyfriend in?” you finally asked quietly after a few moments. 

The man sighed again. “Then we can do something.” 

He knew you had no damn boyfriend. 

You inhaled and exhaled deeply and got up from the office chair Kun offered. 

“Then, I’ll come back as soon as possible,” you announced, putting maybe a bit too much fierceness in those words as it sounded like a warning. 

Kun opened his mouth to say something but no sound escaped it as you turned around and felt a literal wall hit you straight in the face. 

Your pained whine reverberated in the whole agency and you almost cried on the spot. 

"Oh. That must have hurt," the Wall talked and you took a little step back, hands quick to cover your forehead with another whimper. Behind the tears veiling your pupils you noticed a face. And some eyes too, a nose, oh, and definitely lips that smiled. 

At you, because you were a clown. 

"Oh! Here you are!" you exclaimed, not missing a beat. 

The smile died a bit in confusion but the eyes got brighter in curiosity. 

You turned around and grabbed that person's hand, pulling them roughly towards you. 

Kun furrowed his eyebrows at you both, arms crossed on his chest. 

"What does this mean?" he asked, not looking at you but at the person you basically just kidnapped.

"This is my partner,” you explained. “We're a couple. Means I can have access to the place for its special price," you lifted your chin bravely. “I wasn’t sure he could come in after work today.” You cleared your voice and fought the urge to roll some hair on your index finger. 

Kun turned his head slightly to face you, then again towards the dude whose hand you were nervously holding. His fingers were relaxed as they were intertwined with yours, though, and you thanked god he didn't freak out on the spot.

"Sorry Kun, I should have told you that my girlfriend would come today," the Wall said. 

"Why do you even need me for an apartment though? Do it yourself," Kun replied. You turned towards the kidnapped dude to fully take in the view and he giggled. 

Your shocked eyes fell on his chest where neatly and quite visible was a bright silver tag: Real estate agent Kim Doyoung, it said. 

___

Kim Doyoung’s office was just as clean as the other agent’s one and you wondered what kind of perfectionist freaks they hired. 

“Alright. I guess I’m sorry,” you mumbled all of a sudden after sitting down in front of his desk. Doyoung was still walking around it when he laughed. 

“You guess?” He opened the black blazer’s button and tugged his dress pants a bit higher on the thighs to sit more comfortably. 

He was a very good looking young man. His clothes looked high quality, his wristwatch seemed expensive as fuck and his hair was so neat you fought the urge to lean in and ruffle it for him. 

“Well, I’m not really,” you crossed your legs and arms. “Are you mad though?” 

Doyoung took in your body language for a moment and shook his head. His feline eyes twinkled with amusement. “It was the highlight of my week.” 

“What funnier thing happened to you last week then?” 

“Okay, fair,” he replied with an eyebrow movement, fingers already very quick to tap on his computer keyboard. 

“Also thank you,” you added in a different tone. “For not kicking me out of the building.” 

The man smiled at the screen, then with one last click, he looked at you. “I would never kick someone out."

“Yes. You do look like a good man-” 

“Because everyone is a potential customer I could sell to.” 

“-ah.” 

You leaned back in your chair. Then you sighed. 

“So, you wanted the couple's apartment?” Doyoung asked. 

“Yes.” 

“For the discounted price.” 

“Yes.”

“I can give you some other options," he tried. 

You rolled your eyes, ready to have the same experience you had with Kun. Now that his colleague thought you two were dating, you wouldn’t just go on the street and ask a random person to act as your partner as you planned. 

“Or we can pretend we’re dating like in the movies - so I get the place.”

Doyoung’s lips moved as if trying hard to suppress a smile. His index finger slowly pushed his glasses on the nose.

“That would be against our rules,” he specified in a neutral, obvious tone. 

“I mean, and if I walk in with a random dude in 5 minutes? Are you not going to give me the place?” you uncrossed your legs and leaned in. Your voice got deeper as if sharing a secret. You hoped your eyes were seductive enough. 

The man put his tongue inside the cheek for a second. 

“I wouldn’t trust you anymore, no.”

You scoffed. “I mean, no one can prove you anything though. What if two friends walk in pretending to be a couple?” 

“It hasn’t happened yet.” 

“Right. Because that apartment was waiting for me,” you indicated your face with one finger. “It’s fate.”

Doyoung moved ever so slightly in his office chair from side to side. The wheels on it were the only sound in the room as he pondered. 

“But first of all,” he professionally intertwined his fingers on the desk. His eyes darted from your hair to your dress, to your nails and bag that was resting on your knees. You thought he would have looked under the desk to look at your shoes as well if it wouldn’t have been rude. 

“Even if I sell it to you for a discounted price, how do you intend to pay?”

You secretly bit your inner cheeks. “I have almost all of it already. The couple's price. Not the original price.” 

He nodded, pensive. 

“What contract do you have?” 

You felt your throat itchy. “Self-employed?”

“What do you do? You have a business?”

“Uh, do I have to say?” 

Doyoung was already fumbling to find the right papers for you to sign, so he stopped at your hesitation.

“I’m obliged by law to not share any personal information. You can be honest. All I care about is that you have enough money.” 

His careless attitude should have helped you, but it made you even more nervous. 

“Do you have an OnlyFans?” he then asked nonchalantly, thinking he was actually helping. 

You were mortified. 

“Do I look like someone who could have an OnlyFans?” 

Doyoung blinked once before taking in the view of your body again with the corner of his eyes. For the first time, he seemed to waver in his confidence. If he said yes, it would have been rude. If he said no, it would also have been rude. 

“I mean, everyone can have one. There are no specific requirements. There are so many things one can do. Classic stuff, feet, armpits-” he went on in a casual tone. 

“I’m a writer. I write stuff,” you spurted before it could get too weird. Your hands on the bag handle fidgeted. 

“Oh,” he relaxed, placing the papers in front of you. “What do you write? Novels? Sorry, maybe you’re even famous but unfortunately, I don’t read much.” 

“Erotica.” 

Doyoung’s nostrils flared. It was going to be a long day. 

____

“Had no idea erotica was so popular,” Doyoung commented. 

You were driving towards the couple's apartment. 

“We’re just going to take a look. There are other nice places I want you to see as well.”

You shrugged, signing your contract with him. He did seem a bit nicer than Kun and perhaps, perhaps, if you worked hard enough, you could even reach the original price. This, if no one snatched it before you. 

“You take 10%? From the whole price?” you almost yelled, reading all of the clauses. 

Doyoung bit his lower lip as if a bit embarrassed. “It’s our policy,” he explained, hands a bit fidgety on his glass desk. 

“Yet your knowledge on porn is pristine,” you commented. 

He inhaled as if about to argue then changed his mind. “Touché.” 

It was a nice day driving through the city. You didn’t have enough money to invest in a car but Doyoung obviously had a very luxurious one. The warm air conditioning felt like an angel’s touch and the seats were more comfortable than your own bed.

“I use it for work too,” he explained, looking at you briefly before gazing at the road again. 

“Why? Do I look like I’m judging you right now?” 

He smiled. “Yes.”

“Well, if you get 10% from each deal…,” you drifted off. 

Doyoung opened his mouth and you interrupted. “Yeah, I know, I know. I only get a small percentage of the 10% because some of it goes to the agency and some of it goes to pay the OnlyFans of all of my favourite people,” you imitated his tone. 

He nodded for the first part and stopped for the second with an amused frown. 

“No. But I would have subscribed to you.”

You turned your head towards him with a snap. “Uhm, unprofessional much?” 

“You literally asked me to fake date you so I could sell you the apartment."

“And that’s a good fucking idea!" 

“In that case, I should sign the contract too. I don’t want to buy an apartment. That’s insane."

"So what? The money still goes to you and the agency. Who cares if we fuck in it or not? Do you not trust me?" 

Doyoung's lips opened after a quick smile. "Honestly?" 

"No. Don't be honest. It's okay," you stopped him. 

"I'll sell it to you."

"Really?" 

He nodded. 

“Really? For the couple’s price?” 

Doyoung sighed as if about to enter a lion’s cave. “Yes.” 

You screamed, leaning in and wrapping his neck with your arms. You were about to leave a big red smooch on his cheek as well when he lightly drifted to the left, losing control of the wheel at your sudden movement, and the gravity pushed you back into your seat instead. 

He cleared his throat and you hoped he didn’t change his mind. 

____

Your high heels clicking on the wooden floors made you cringe. 

Doyoung waited in the corridor in silence, letting you take in the view of the apartment before he could start giving you any information about it.

You inhaled and looked at his hands, absentmindedly playing with the key and thought how nice it would be if he just handed it to you. He had very nice hands, you noticed. And body. 

You looked away. 

“Any neighbours?” you finally asked. 

The apartment was pristine. Absolutely everything you’ve ever wanted. So beautiful you just wanted to grab his necktie and drag him back to the agency to go through with the deed. And kiss him on the mouth for being a saviour. 

“Only one on the left. A young man. Works in a bank."

“Oh!” you raised your eyebrows as you slowly made rounds in the rooms. “Sounds very promising.” 

Doyoung didn’t comment on that. 

“The heating is autonomous. You also have an autonomous water meter so you pay what you use.” 

You nodded. “Great. How much for the condo a month?” 

Doyoung took out his papers and started to read them to you. You listened to his voice as, hands loosely clasped together behind your back, you let yourself finally dream. 

New apartment for a discounted price and a hot rich neighbour you could have a fun and sexy adventure? You felt the luckiest Y/N in a fanfiction in the world. 

_____

“What do you mean the apartment is sold?”

Doyoung sighed into the phone before he could repeat with a heavy tone. “A couple bought it from Kun.” 

You were packing the last of your boxes. The documents should have been ready that day. The money you borrowed from the bank felt heavy in your account and you couldn’t actually wait to get those damn keys from Doyoung’s sexy hands the day after. 

With a giggle, as if still in high school, you were drawing stupid hearts with the marker on the cardboard near “kitchenware” when he called to drop the bomb. 

He had the decency to sound sorry and it drove you even madder. 

“And you just let him? You know how much I wanted that place!” 

“Y/N, listen-,” he tried to speak but your head was light with the amount of blood that shot to it. 

“No, you listen to me. I waste my time doing stuff the way you said to do and now there’s so little time for me to empty my own apartment and there’s nowhere for me to go because it's not like I was looking for other apartments while I know I already have my own!”

"I'll help you find something else."

"I don't want your help. Enjoy the money you got from me that gave me nothing in return!”

You heard your name called once before you ended the call and threw the phone on your nude mattress laying in the middle of the apartment. 

_____

Doyoung called many times that evening although you wouldn’t know since you turned off your phone. 

The loud bang on Kun’s desk attracted many eyes when Doyoung heard the news and barged into his colleague's office. 

“You’re behaving like a madman. What’s the matter with you?” the other tried to keep calm, eyeing Doyoung's wide palms pressed on the glass. 

The latter’s eyes were two tiny cracks under his now unstyled fringe. “I was working with that apartment. And you knew. I had a client that had to finish paperwork tomorrow and it was sold."

Kun sighed and relaxed in his chair.

“Yeah. That client. You wanted to sell it for the discounted price. I know you're not dating."

Doyoung retrieved his hands from the desk and slowly adjusted his posture. 

“And?” 

“I sold it for a very good price instead. They actually paid more than the original not discounted price for that. They wanted it that badly. If your cute short-dress-and-fuck-me-eyes client wanted it that bad, instead of sucking your dick or whatever she had to do to make you decide on selling it to her, she could have just offered mor-”

Unfortunately, Kun couldn’t finish that phrase as his head abruptly turned to the side thanks to Doyoung’s fist. 

_____

He knew he had no reason to do that. But for fuck’s sake, everyone was driving Jeeps and Land Rovers in that place. No one would have missed the tiny little money you couldn’t provide for that apartment. 

“I wanted to let you off more but Kun was kind enough to calm me down,” said the Director, a short and far from intimidating man against Doyoung’s office glass door.

Everything in that place was made of glass and it drove him insane. 

The old man took a napkin from his pocket and tapped against his sweaty forehead, his breath so loud that Doyoung felt the need to punch him as well. 

He didn’t bother to look up from the box he was filling with his stuff and didn't reply. 

“Honestly, my boy, you’ve been incredible all of these years so it breaks my heart to see you take this pause-” 

“I’m not coming back.” 

The man coughed once and Doyoung sighed, hands on the hips, looking around to see what else he should take home with him. 

“What do you mean you’re not coming back?” The director took a few alarmed steps inside the office and Doyoung hoped he didn’t want to grab his hands and beg. 

“Consider these two pausing weeks, as Kun kindly suggested, as my two weeks' notice.” 

“What are you going to do now?” 

Doyoung wore his jacket and the man’s shocked eyes followed him around as he grabbed the box and walked the distance from the desk to the door. 

“I don’t know,” Doyoung shrugged. “I think porn.” 

_____

When the doorbell rang that night you were ready to grab your neighbour’s head and smash it on the wall. 

“My nipples are out, yes, but I don’t care! Just don’t fucking look at me!” you yelled into the person’s face. 

Doyoung’s mouth was open and his eyes inevitably darted towards your white t-shirt.

“They’re not completely out though,” he replied with a tiny voice. 

You felt your face scrunch in a mad but surprised expression. 

“And you? What the fuck do you want?” 

“Brought you the money,” Doyoung simply replied. 

You looked down at his hands where the envelope containing the down payment looked back at you. His right hand’s knuckles were bruised and he was quick to pass the envelope in his left hand and put the other in his pants pocket. Then you noticed how he was dressed. 

You tried not to take a step back in shock. 

Grey sweatpants and converse? If he weren’t such a piece of shit it would have turned you on. 

“I thought those were lost money.”

“They’re not. If I sell you the house then this money is taken away from the total and if I don’t, for my fault or the agencies’ fault, this money is yours. You don’t pay anything.” 

You sighed. Seeing his dishevelled hair and college boy appearance softened your anger towards him and it irritated you. 

“And if I want to see other places? Can you keep it and use it as a down payment for one of those?” 

Doyoung’s eyes twinkled in surprise. He probably thought you didn’t want him to work for you anymore. 

“Just keep it and give it to an agent then.”

You bit your lower lip and leaned on the door. “You don’t want to do this anymore? I know I was mad at you over the phone but I really need a house very quickly and I don’t have time to search for another agent.” 

“I’m not an agent anymore,” Doyoung said. 

You blinked at him then grabbed his forearm, dragging him inside. 

“And what are you now? What the fuck did you do?” 

“I quit,” he replied, eyeing your full packed apartment. 

“Why?” you walked around him after closing the door and searched for a stool for him to sit on. 

“Oh, it’s not about you.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that self-centred.”

“Seriously. I’ve always wanted to quit that hell place,” he accepted the small stool and looked up at you after sitting down. 

He looked so tiny on it that you were dumbfounded at the situation. 

“What did you do to the hand?” you walked over and grabbed it. He hesitated as if wanting to retrieve it. 

“I've always wanted to punch the shit out of that dude too,” he mumbled. 

You scoffed incredulously. “Wait here.” 

Crouching down near the bathroom door, you opened a box and looked for something. 

“A man is looking towards your window right now,” Doyoung said, eyes fixed on something outside of it. 

“Yeah. It’s the creepy neighbour.” 

“The one obsessed with your nipples?” 

“Yeah,” you finally found what you were looking for and came back to face him. 

“Medicate it after I go visit him, would you? If you do it now, you’ll have to do it twice.” 

He looked up at you from his stool as he said that and he didn’t look tiny anymore. 

“Easy, macho man,” you looked away and concentrated on his hand instead. It felt soft in your palm as you examined his busted knuckles. 

He didn’t flinch as you disinfected the wounds but you blew on them anyway to make it less painful. Doyoung watched your pouty lips as you did so and didn't add anything else for a while. 

“Do you want me to help you out with the bed?” he asked. "I can assemble it back together."

“No, I’m good. I’ll just keep it on the floor.” 

You were both almost whispering from the vicinity. 

“Do you want to spend the night over at my house?” 

You hid the sudden embarrassment with a choked laugh. “How can you ask that so casually?” 

He blinked as if suddenly realizing what he actually said. 

“But would you? I feel bad,” he added. 

“No need to feel bad. You were just doing your job.” 

“Not well enough,” he moved his fingers after you finished medicating, flexing them ever so slightly. 

You walked around the boxes just to realize you didn’t have a trashcan anymore. “So you’re really not an agent now?” 

“I mean, I am. The skills are there. I’m just unemployed for the moment.” 

“What do you plan to do?” 

Doyoung got up and took the cotton from your hands and put it into his pocket. 

“I’ll probably open an agency.” 

“That’s so cool!”

He intertwined his fingers with yours and grabbed the jacket you kept on the hanger near the door. Your apartment was so tiny that Doyoung didn’t have to move much.

Your breath stopped. 

“That fucking asshole is going to drive me insane,” he explained and you turned your head back to see the old man still staring from his balcony. 

“Stay with me until I find you a home,” he made you wear the jacket. 

You wondered if that was a good idea but then relaxed. As he zipped the jacket for you, the butterflies in your stomach made all the previous anger just die. You looked at his expression and wondered what he was thinking about. 

Was he dangerous? He did just punch a man at work. 

Or did he possibly like you? Probably not.

Did he maybe want to fuck you? Okay, no. He was probably the last man to want to fuck you. 

_____

Doyoung had a wicked desire. It was made of your whines and soft pleas, his hand around your throat and your thighs pressing on his ears. When did it all happen? He had no clue. 

He knew you probably didn’t find him attractive at all, especially after the whole apartment fiasco, but he didn’t sleep well for two whole nights after meeting you the first time and letting you go without helping you out at all made him sick to his stomach. 

That night, staring at your cute nape as you looked outside the car window, hands loosely clasped together, eyes wide to take in the view, he felt like hugging you instead of doing whatever nasty things he imagined. 

The used napkins thrown around on the floor of your apartment that probably collected all of your tears after his call, made his heart sting. 

Near your knees he eyed the fortune cookie he had just a few weeks before, the day your face bumped into his chest. 

Change is coming. Don't be afraid. 

Were you the real change that was coming along? Was that a coincidence? Was he doing the wrong thing? He did feel a bit stupid but maybe you just inspired him to do something that he's already wanted to do. 

_____

Waking all of a sudden in a new environment, you almost gasped, looking around and taking in details before remembering where you slept last night.

The car ride was mostly silent and the packing made it easy for you to just grab the bag you prepared to live off for the next few days. If only your dream apartment hasn’t already been sold. 

Meet me for brunch at the café at the corner, the note near your pillow said. 

The thought of Doyoung entering the guest room and seeing you sleep made your guts twirl on themselves. 

When he offered to help you find another apartment the previous night, not really as an agent but with an agent’s skills, you were so tired that you just shrugged. He was giving you a warmer comforter for your bed as he spoke and you grabbed it, not thinking much of the situation. 

Now, face puffy and your hair smelling like his laundry detergent, you tried to force your brain to understand just what that meant. 

"Did you have any water today or do I have to spit into your mouth?" you heard his sweet and slightly breathy voice.

You rolled your eyes after jerking your head up, hiding your flustered expression with the tall glass Doyoung pushed towards you. 

"I did," you replied, but still took a few sips. "Did you?" 

Doyoung sat in front of you at the café table and leaned back in his chair, fingers slowly fumbling with his shirt. He scoffed once, not looking at you, concentrating on rolling up his sleeves. 

He didn’t tell you where he went that morning but his cologne was mixed with a sweeter perfume and you didn’t need much imagination to know that he wasn’t the one to open the first buttons of his dress shirt. You tried to not bit your lower lip in jealousy. 

Others always mistook your kindness for attraction and now there you were, roles reversed - just a dude feeling guilty towards you and you falling for him like a fool. 

"I gather you want to spit into my mouth."

His silver watch shone under the sun as he moved, calling your gaze upon it. 

"Maybe," you mumbled, the flirting suddenly not doing it anymore for you after imagining his neck kissed by some other lips. 

He placed his hands on the table and finally looked at you. 

You exchanged looks for a long silent moment. 

"Do you know what you're supposed to do after buying a new home?" 

"Hm," you pretended to think about it, "knowing you, it's something around the lines of fucking on each surface."

Doyoung smiled. 

“Knowing you. I read some of your books and fucking on every surface is your thing.” 

You choked on your water. The tears pricked your eyes as you coughed and Doyoung actually had the guts to look worried. 

You gently refused his napkin. “You read some of my books? When?”

“Last night. I mean they’re quite short,” he leaned back in his chair again. His foxy expression irritated you. “Very educational.” 

He read your porn while you were sleeping in the room next to his?

The waiter materialized near the table with your coffee and a courteous smile. You jolted, so lost in your thoughts, and Doyoung’s grin widened seeing you so on edge. 

“Thank you,” your voice sounded feeble as the blood made your ears whistle. 

“I especially liked the part in <<lean on me>> where they’re in front of the mirror and she’s getting fingere-”, he talked loudly as if you were having a conversation others could listen but your sudden kick on his shin under the table made him bit his lower lip in silence. 

“Thank you, sir,” Doyoung said instead after a moment with a breathy voice, eyes staring at the way the waiter finished placing the cups on the table. 

“You’re crazy,” you whispered loudly, eyes out of the orbits as soon as the man left you alone again.

Doyoung’s hands were quick to grab the leg you used to tell him to shut up. You inhaled sharply and held onto the table’s edge as if afraid of falling to the side. 

“You’re crazy,” he smiled, his fingers sliding the shoe from your foot and dragging it into his lap. His touch on your bare skin made you gulp.

Perhaps you were crazy, but only for wearing converse in February since all of your other shoes were packed away. 

“My pants are all dirty now. What should we do about it?” he fakely pouted. Was he really flirting with you after fucking some girl before seeing you?

You exhaled and tried to move your leg away.

His grip got tighter.

Your head got light with anxiety. What if someone could see it under the table cloth?

“Doyoung, don’t be stupid.” 

He didn’t reply. 

The gaze you were exchanging for a long minute now just added to the sensation of his palms slowly caressing your ankle. It went up to your calf and then stopped right under the knee. 

“You’re too far away,” his voice got low and for once he actually whispered.

You silently cleared your voice and tried to reply but he cut you off. 

“But if I tell you what I would do, would you be able to imagine it?” 

His lips curved in a teasing smile, moving slowly to ask that question, made you want to just start yelling. 

“Doyoung.” 

You wanted it to be a warning tone, but you could tell that you failed from his delighted expression. 

It was a problem. 

Doyoung was a problem. He was there flirting with you. For what? He was not an agent anymore and you weren't his client. You weren’t his friend. You weren’t someone he liked. Then, what the hell were you? 

“Take me with you.” 

He blinked at the sudden request and his fingers stopped. 

“Where?” 

“I want to come with you to your refresher course.” 

His confused expression made you feel a bit guilty for eavesdropping. “I heard you book it last night.” 

He still didn’t reply. 

“I mean, you want to help me find a house,” you shrugged.

"Yes but-”

"There are rules you have to follow if you’re working for me. Now there's no contract binding us together so you can fully help me out," you explained. 

“Yes, but-”

“I’ll learn something new while being there,” you tried to convince him. 

He sighed and gently let your leg down from his thigh.

“About what?” 

“Real estate.” 

“Real estate,” he was suspicious.

“Real estate-,” you nodded. “-men.”

He rolled his eyes with a scoff and the tongue in his cheek made you secretly sigh. He drove you insane. 

“I’m just trying to find a good real estate agent to sell me a good deal,” you tried to sound nonchalant. 

"Me."

"Uhm, sorry but-," 

"I'll give you an apartment."

"Like gift it to me? Oh my God, Daddy," you chuckled and playfully hit his hand with your fingertips. 

He grabbed them tightly and didn’t let go. 

“Stop joking. I mean it.” 

His serious tone made your smile die.

You sighed again. 

“You don’t have to do all of this only because you feel guilty.” 

Doyoung let go of your hand and leaned back. 

“You think I’m doing all of this only because I feel guilty?”

“The short answer would be yes.” 

“And what’s the long one?” 

“You tell me. Why are you helping me?”

Doyoung looked away. 

“I spoke to a landlord selling privately this morning. She agreed for us to see the apartment whenever we want.” 

You blinked at him. A landlord? So no woman opened his shirt buttons? Or did she?

“We can go tomorrow. On our drive to the course. It’s going to take a few days so I’ll drop you off at your place to pack now. You’ll be able to meet many great men willing to help you out if you don't like the apartment I chose for you.”

_____

The drive was silent that morning too. 

The first rays of spring sun were out and you dared to finally wear a cute floral dress under your raincoat. 

You secretly wanted Doyoung to comment something about it but he barely looked at you. Obviously. 

His expression was hidden behind his sunglasses and for some reason, you felt guilty about something you couldn’t quite point out. 

The place he had to take his course was a few hours away but the apartment he wanted you to see was just a few minutes away from his house.

“You can go in,” he handed you the keys. 

You eyed them in his palm and bit your lower lip. 

“Are you not coming?”

He opened his mouth to reply but you interrupted him. 

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be quick.” 

When you found the number of the door you were looking for and opened it, you inhaled deeply and smiled. 

What a place. 

You imagined Doyoung looking for apartments the previous night instead of sleeping and your heart felt tight. You imagined him taking notes and well, reading your dirty books. 

Walking around slowly, head full of questions, you looked down the low window in the living room. It was almost touching the floor, wide enough to take the whole wall and it made you laugh that an apartment could look this way. It was a short window though, so you knelt on the cold floor to be able to see outside. 

"Hey," you giggled.

Doyoung was resting with his hips on the side of the car, the cigarette he was smoking making it difficult to see his face.

He looked up when he heard your voice and saw your head poking through after a moment of searching. His lips let go of the cigarette and he blew the smoke out.

"Is that a window?" he asked, calm but slightly surprised.

"Yeah. Isn't it cool? I love it!" you giggled again. “Do you want to see? Please come."

Your expression made him sigh, gaze on the pavement as he threw the butt on the concrete.

"Doyoung! Don't litter around!"

The young man smiled a bit, loving the way you would yell at him. It made his hands tingle with the desire to grab your face and taste your lips.

"I'm coming up," he announced, ignoring your orders. 

The window arrived at his collarbones and when he placed his palms on the edge of it you slid back on your knees to give him space.

"You couldn't have used the door like a normal person, could you?"

Doyoung grunted once and lifted himself up, slithering inside the apartment through the tight window until resting on his stomach, feet still dangling outside.

You grabbed his jacket and pulled it towards you with a chuckle.

"Come on," you tried again but he was dead meat.

"Don't be stupid!"

"Impossible," he mumbled and you were ready to leave him there before he moved towards you in a single movement, letting his shoes click on the tiles and pressing his face into your stomach.

It took you a few moments to realize that you were touching each other. 

And the way you were doing it. 

You were sustaining yourself on your elbows, legs spread for Doyoung to bury his face into your stomach. He was warm, especially his breath on your dress, but his palms felt cool on your thighs. He was hugging your legs, shoulders rising and falling at a steady pace as if he suddenly fell asleep.

"Doyoung," you wanted to call out, say his name, but your throat was dry. Instead, you lifted your bust a bit but not enough to make him move his head away. It had nowhere to go besides up or down and you didn't know which one was making you feel hotter.

A single sigh escaped your mouth as you looked around the room, as if unable to stare at your new particular friend's nape any longer.

The rumble of the cars right down the street sounded far away and Doyoung's deep voice felt so loud that your head snapped down.

He was staring at you, eyes piercing under his ruffled black hair and his breath, caressing places that gave you goosebumps, made you tighten your legs a bit in embarrassment.

"The lights are great," he had to repeat himself, your empty expression giving away that you were thinking about anything besides what he was saying.

"Yeah."

"And it's a weird apartment. I know you like weird things so this is perfect. Do you like it?" 

"I like weird things?" you wondered where that came from. 

"You like me," he replied as if it were a normal explanation.

The look you exchanged made you gulp and your first instinct was to laugh it out. 

Of course, you liked him. You liked to be around him. As friends. As a human. 

But you also liked the way his thumbs started to circle the softest part of your thigh. They were moving up ever so lightly, taking the edge of your short dress with them. Not like friends and not like a mere human. 

You weren't naive. You expected at least a kiss any time soon. In a day, a week or a month, if you ended up still talking by then. 

You were still two grown-up adults and even if he didn’t like you the way you ended up feeling about him, something was bound to happen with all that flirting going on.

But you didn't expect that first kiss to be somewhere else other than the lips. 

It was slow and sensual. Doyoung's eyes were closed as if savouring it - he kissed your thigh, so close to your underwear line to make you jolt. 

Then he kissed you again, another open mouth kiss, this time going upwards. 

Then another one as he shifted ever so slightly, getting more comfortable on his stomach. 

You didn't dare to say anything. You were mute, letting your increasing breath do all the conversation. 

And when he reached the little white bow on your panties, kissing the skin right above it, your hand flew to his hair. Your fingers slowly slid between his locks. His hair was curly that day and it made him look wickedly angelic as his gaze caressed your expression. 

"Tighter," he smiled, lips still brushing your skin, teasing you until giving your whole body goosebumps. 

You pulled a bit and he winced. 

"Sorry," you let his hair go quickly and he chuckled, taking your wrist and placing a kiss on your pulse. 

"No. I like it rough."

Your heart was pumping hard inside your throat, watching his plush and pink lips press on your fingers. What did all of that mean?

"Doyoung," you whispered, watching him intertwining his fingers with yours. 

"I'm going to make you cum in a more comfortable place," he said with a light tone. 

He lifted his bust and he let out a short laugh at your overwhelmed expression.

"Come. Let's see the apartment." He got on his knees then he stood up, pulling you by the hand. 

His other one patted your butt a few times to get rid of any dust and he dragged your dress down.

Kiss me? Kiss me. Kiss me, please. 

He didn't.

_____

You were in bed when the light sound of the hotel room’s door opening announced Doyoung’s return. 

He didn’t question why you still wanted to go with him to the course even if you already liked the apartment he showed you. And you hoped he didn’t inquire too much either. 

“I’ll think about it. I’m still coming with you though,” has been the final verdict and Doyoung didn’t comment. 

Why? You had no idea. But the thought of suddenly not seeing him anymore after he was done with helping you out to get rid of his guilt was unbearable. 

“Hey,” you placed the book you were reading face down on your chest. 

“Gathering information on the competition?” he asked as a greeting, eyeing the spicy cover. 

“Oh, it’s just a random novel.” 

That had the one bed trope since, well, you were in that same situation and you had to refresh your memory on what to do next. 

Doyoung took off his blazer and put it on the back of a chair in silence. His back looked wide as he turned it to you and your eyes naturally fell on his spine as well, going down to meet his waist. Your fingers tightened their hold on the book and when he turned sideways to take off the belt you felt your mouth dry. The black leather belt slid quickly out of the loops and just as quickly he unbuttoned his sleeves. 

“You might as well start taking notes,” he said with an amused tone, eyes focused on his left wrist before he could look up at you. “For your next book.”

You looked away just as quickly but you noticed the glint of mischief in his gaze.

Doyoung walked towards the bed until reaching the nightstand on his side of the bed and with expert fingers, he opened the buckle of his watch with a metallic sound and slid it up then off his wrist. 

His movements were hypnotizing and this time you couldn’t look away. 

Doyoung sat down on the bed and slowly took off his rings. They all went near his watch, one by one. 

If he felt the bed move as you got out of the covers and crawled towards him, he pretended he didn’t. 

You stopped on your knees behind his back and delicately traced his necklace with your fingers. The clasp was easy to open but you pretended to have a hard time. 

Doyoung didn’t look bothered and patiently waited for you. 

His breath looked steady by the movement of his shoulders. 

Yours was all over the place. 

When the necklace slithered on his collarbones like water, he gathered it in his palm and placed it neatly on the side.

“Thank you,” his voice was warm. “I’m taking a shower,” he announced before getting up in a light swoosh of cologne. 

_____

Too much. 

You abandoned yourself on the bed like a rich lady in a Victorian novel, the back of one hand thrown on your forehead and said forehead hurting like a bitch from sexual frustration. 

No, you weren’t about to masturbate in a shared hotel room while someone else was in the shower. 

Someone that looked like the wettest dream you’ve ever had in your whole life and it drove you insane how composed he looked around you?

No. 

Yes?

No. 

You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. 

You could just go out and take a walk, maybe visit the hotel gym and pretend you like working out. Or maybe watch something. Wait, where was your book again? Did you even know how to read? Because you felt pretty illiterate at that moment. 

The running water worked as nice white background noise and you could barely hear the bed sheets rustling as you shifted underneath them. 

Your breath was shaky when you inhaled silently, your right hand teasing at your thighs as if it wasn't yours. Then your fingers gently slid under the cotton of your panties until you gasped, back arched and head pushed back into the pillow. 

You swallowed and listened to your own panting. The shower kept running so you felt safe proceeding. 

Your mind was already so hazy that for a moment the only thing you could think of was how insanely wet you were. Your slick fingers made you bite your lower lips as you flicked your clit slowly, then as your toes curled, quicker and quicker. It got so hot so fast that with a rough movement you threw the covers on the side. 

Then the bathroom door closing with a soft thud made you jolt and you opened your eyes in panic. Doyoung’s eyes weren’t panicked though. 

"Sorry, I interrupted,” he said with a calm tone. 

All the blood in your body went to your face and you thought you'd pass out from embarrassment. You grabbed the covers and rolled in them like a burrito with a loud whine.

"Shit," you mouthed. 

Doyoung chuckled, walking towards the centre of the room towards his luggage. 

And then you noticed. 

Wet black hair on his forehead, hand pushing it back, absolutely nothing on his body beside a towel. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you thought. Or said. No. You definitely said because Doyoung smirked. 

You couldn't breathe and the covers were slowly sliding away from your body as you recomposed yourself. 

He let his clothes hang on the back of the chair and you watched his back as he walked towards the table in front of the bed and served himself a glass of water. He brought it to his lips, and your gaze could not stop from wondering which place on his neck you should leave a hickey. A few drops collected in his collarbones from the wet hair and then they slid down his pecs as he moved, resting his hips on the table. 

Then he blinked languidly, taking in the view of your overwhelmed face. 

"Take them off," he ordered. 

Fuck. 

You knew he meant your underwear. 

Wait. Really? 

You gulped and looked down to your thighs. 

"Lean with the back on the bed frame."

You inhaled and shifted backwards until feeling the wood on your blades. 

"Now take them off," he repeated.

You felt like saying something. But you had no idea what to say. 

With shaky hands, you slowly hooked your thumbs on the sides and slowly slid the fabric off your legs.Then with a quick movement, you closed your legs and he smiled. 

"Good girl."

You closed your eyes to not see him but hearing only his voice was even worse. 

The tiny whine escaping your throat at the praise felt very loud in the silent room and Doyoung chuckled softly. 

"You want to touch yourself so badly, don't you?" 

"Yeah," you quickly breathed out, opening your eyes in time to see his gaze dancing on your body. 

"Open your legs for me."

Like a puppet, your limbs moved just as he requested and the raspy “fuck” you heard was almost enough to throw you over the edge. 

"Keep the shirt on," he instructed. "Touch your body, start from your neck and go down."

You bit your lower lip and slowly complied, caressing your throat then collarbones, going over the cotton of the shirt to grab your breast and squeeze. The soft moan on your lips travelled to Doyoung's head and he tightened the hold of his fingers on the table. Then your hands went on your stomach and as you held in your breath, a single "no" froze you. 

"Caress your thighs," he instructed.

Your body contracted and you decided to lock eyes with him. Your breath was heavy and your hand hovered over your needy clit and touched the softness of your legs instead. 

Doyoung was visibly hard in his white fluffy towel and it was driving you insane. 

"Please," you gulped, the saliva in your mouth making you almost choke. 

He took a step towards you and you inhaled sharply. His eyes were deep and dark under the wet strands of hair and you desperately needed to feel how cool his lips would be on your hot body. 

“Just drop the fucking towel,” your voice sounded strained. 

Doyoung smiled and slowly let his veiny hand palm his covered cock. You bit your lower lip at the sight and the wet hot mess between your legs just got worse. 

“You’re going to touch yourself for me, alright baby?” he cooed, his low whisper making you clench. 

You nodded desperate, amusing him far too much for your liking. 

“Show me how you do it when you think of me,” his husky voice ordered and your hand has never moved quicker. "You think of me a lot, don't you?" 

Your fingertips felt how hot and wet you were and you inhaled sharply, spreading all of that slick and rubbing your clit for him to see. 

You nodded. 

Doyoung hummed pleased, his own hand lazily palming himself at the sight. Your already irregular breathing became fast panting and your toes curled. Your hips rutted upwards as your back curved, your whole body sliding on the sheets to fully rest on the bed. You've never been watched and it was driving you insane. The pillow engulfed the side of your face you pushed into it as Doyoung ordered something else. 

“Insert a finger for me, babe.” 

“Fuck,” you moaned at his tone, your middle finger already eager to feel yourself. It slid so easily that you actually gasped from surprise, your feet abandoning the bed as you pushed your knees up. The new view made Doyoung swear and you thought you’d add to it by sliding your other hand down to rub at your clit at the same time. 

“You’re such a good girl, putting on a show for me,” you felt his touch on your ankle and you felt electric. “Another one.” 

You locked eyes as you inserted your ring finger as well and you loved how his tongue licked his lower lip and shifted his gaze to your core. 

Usually, you could reach your g spot once every full moon and you thought that day wasn’t one of them. The desperation made your forehead shine with a thin layer of sweat as your lips mumbled incessant pleas. And then your fingertip grazed something inside of you that made you roll your eyes so hard that you almost convulsed. 

“That’s right,” Doyoung cooed with a very heavy breath and between your lashes you could see him spit in his palm and slowly pump his cock. The view drove you crazy and the wet sound he added on top of your own was enough to make you cum.

“I’m about-” you mumbled. 

“Yeah? I’ll count it for you, alright babe? You’re going to cum when I say one.”

You nodded frantically, your hands almost getting cramps by how fast you chased your orgasm. 

“Good. Now, listen to my voice,” he said. “Ten.” 

“Fuck,” you pushed your head back into the pillow, the burning inside your veins urging you to just cum in that instant. 

“Nine.” 

You whined loudly, chest rising and falling and head already spinning. 

“Eight. Don’t cum yet baby. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” Doyoung’s sweet tone made you grit your teeth. 

“Seven. Say it.” 

“I-,” you choked, “I want to be a good girl for you.” 

Doyoung exhaled, his cock looking absolutely delicious poking out of his fist almost as fast as your fingers were pumping inside of you. 

“Six,” his voice trembled and the view of him pleasuring himself in front of you,  his head thrown slightly to the side, his neck and collarbones so nicely on display, made your legs tremble with desire. 

“Five. Keep going,” he smiled through his panting and you begged him. 

“Please, please, Doyoung, faster?” 

He chuckled. 

“You want to cum so badly? Yeah?” 

“Yeah, please-” your body twitched. You’ve never felt that kind of buildup and it was driving you insane. 

“Four. Good girl.” 

You kept going, your body shifting back and forth in front of his eyes. 

“Three-” his tone lifted and you moaned, then his voice deadpanned. “Stop.” 

Your eyes shot open and your hands stilled, making your body shake so much that the bed frame hit the wall repeatedly.

“Fuck fuck Doyoung please-” you begged, unable to think anything besides how badly you wanted to cum.

He chuckled at your state, his own hand still around his cock, lips open to let his heavy breath exit as if after a strenuous run. 

“Hands above your head,” he ordered and you felt tears prickle your eyes at his instructions, your sensitivity pulsating as you clenched. 

He clicked his tongue as your thighs touched and finally you felt his palms on your knees. 

“Open up.” 

Arms thrown on the pillow around your head, vision blurry and blood fueling everything besides your brain, you stared at Doyoung, kneeling between your legs with that smirk on his face. 

His hands palmed your calves, pushing your legs on your chest. 

And finally, fucking finally, you felt his hot breath on your skin. 

He kissed the underside of your thigh, slowly, languidly, looking up at your face and chuckling as you lost your mind in his hold. Then another kiss, slightly lower. Then another one on the other thigh. 

His arms snaked around them, holding your hips down with one of them as you twitched, while the other caressed your side until reaching your breast. His fingers squeezed the softness of it then pinched your hard nipples, making a jolt escape your body as his mouth sucked on your skin as well. 

He was humming as if feasting and your fingers grabbed the sheets around you when you sensed you could move your arms. 

“Fuck me,” you locked eyes. “Please? I want you so badly.” 

He laughed right above your clit and dived in quickly with absolutely zero warning. 

You yelped and your muscles almost hurt from how hard you tensed. 

Hips up to meet his mouth, you slid your fingers into his damp hair. Doyoung looked up as he licked a long stripe between your lips, and you whimpered when he stopped to kitty lick your clit. His hands roamed your body, pinching, squeezing, caressing you, your stomach, breasts, sides, hips, ass. He sucked on you and licked and slid his tongue inside, taking short breathing breaks that just hit your sensitivity just as much. 

His name felt so right on your lips as you chanted it, pulling him down, even more, rutting your hips to get more, digging your nails into his forearms to say just how good he made you feel, things you couldn’t say with your mouth. 

And then you gasped, the build-up reaching the overflowing point and you begged please please please make me cum. 

He never stopped and your airflow went missing. Your shaking body went limp for a moment and you tightened your thighs around his head. Doyoung’s arms flexed, keeping your hips down as you orgasmed, his tongue still mercilessly lapping at your incredibly wet pussy. 

You gasped for air as your head spun around and perhaps you mouthed that you couldn’t take it anymore because Doyoung slowly kissed your clit a few times, sucking on it gently, before pressing his lips on your stomach, peppering wet kisses all up to your torso. 

You mewled at the godly sensation, his lips and hands worshipping you like that, and when he finally reached your face and kissed you deeply, your sweet taste lingering on his tongue as he languidly slid it around yours, you were ready to orgasm a second time. 

Finally, the kiss you’ve waited for so long, arrived and your tired arms were quick to wrap his shoulders, fingers tangling themselves in his thick hair, legs welcoming him between them. 

He stopped to breathe and his aftershave scent made you squirm. His body felt the right amount of heavy on top of you and you pressed him down even more until your breast got squeezed under his chest. Doyoung chuckled and kissed you again, one hand to wrap your thigh and lift it better around his hip. 

“Just put it in, please,” you breathed on his lips and he hummed teasingly, sliding his cock between your folds, as slowly as humanly possible. He groaned and you loved the sweet pain of his fingers squeezing your leg. Then his hand moved to the sheets near your head, the pillow underneath it long thrown to the side. You stared at his veiny forearms as he flexed his arm, filling you up until you choked. 

He kissed your jaw and under your ear, thrusting inside of you sloppily a few times until building a rhythm he enjoyed. Your nails scraped his back when he picked up the pace and by his higher soft whines, while he messily kissed your lips, engulfing your own moans and the orgasm denial from before, you knew he was close as well. 

“Cum wherever you want to,” you breathed out and it visibly drove him insane. He pulled out with a few last thrusts, and you whined, staring at his pretty hand pump his cock. He swore with a few groans and you bit your lip at the feeling of his cum coating your stomach in sprouts. 

“You look so fucking hot,” you mewled, wanting his cock inside of you again. 

Resting on his knees and a few drops of cum still sliding down off the tip, he pulled you towards you by the underside of your legs and filled you all up in one go again. 

You pushed your head back with a surprised moan and grabbed his wrist with both hands as he held you in place by the throat. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” his voice accompanied his arm, lifting one of your legs higher on his hip. He leaned down enough for you to hear his grunts reverberate in your chest mixed with the sounds you emitted. 

The hotel bed should have technically been made for rough sex yet it wasn't, because the frame hitting the wall could probably be heard by everyone. 

Were all of his agent colleagues able to hear that he was rearranging your guts? The thought made you dig your nails into his forearm, his fingers alternating pressure on your throat to just resting it there. You didn't know which sound was dirtier, the loud bed or his skin repeatedly slapping against yours. 

"You fucked with my mind since day one," he suddenly said and you felt your eyes roll back in your head by the vigour he accompanied his phrase with. 

"Yeah? Should have bent me over that clean desk of yours and make a mess out of me," you managed to reply and soon after gasped as Doyoung let your leg down and roughly kissed your lips. You wrapped your thighs around his hips and he slowed down with a groan that you swallowed. 

Foreheads touching and lips never wanting to let go, he thrust deep inside of you, making you grunt each time. 

"You think so?" he whispered near the corner of your lips. 

“That way the house should have been mine by now," your fingers slid on his nape and tugged when he sucked on the soft spot of your neck right underneath your ear. His nasal whimpers felt divine and you were about to urge him to go faster. 

"So you just want to use me," he said and for a moment you opened your eyes. Your palms descended to his face to make him look at you. 

“You really think that?” 

His panting calmed down a bit at your expression. 

“Is it not the truth?” 

“By that logic, I should be in some other dude’s room now instead though.”

“You came here for that.” 

You bit your lower lip. “You’re here to build up your future career. Don’t you think your-," you hesitated," -girlfriend should be beside you in times like that? Making sure you’re not all tense?” you palmed his flexed arms. 

The amount of courage it took you to say that made your head light. If he was about to get all soft inside of you, it would be a good indicator that he didn’t care about you like that. 

But sis eyes softened at your whispering instead and you took it for a good sign. 

“And you can also make sure I’m not tense while I’m thinking how to decorate that new apartment I got thanks to you. You got it all wrong. I don’t want to use you, but your cock," the little smile on your face made him roll his eyes with a scoff.

"I'm not making you cum," he announced. 

"Make me cum, please," you cooed. "I know you have a soft spot for me."

"You have a soft spot for me."

"No, you."

"I have a hard spot for you," he brushed your lips with his and chuckled at his own bad joke. 

The hard spot was indeed hard as he resumed moving, the smile that bloomed on your face becoming a frown of pleasure in the crook of his neck. 

"Alright then," his raspy voice added in a different tone, "do you want your boyfriend to take care of all of that paperwork?" 

[mellowswriting]

promises kept

pairing || Din Djarin x fem!Reader

word count || 2,739

summary || sequel to I could never forget you

content || Din being adorably nervous, more (sober) love confessions, best friends to lovers, making out and grinding like a couple of horny teenagers

a/n || me, far too in love with touch starved and needy Din??? never. 

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The first thing Din registers when he wakes up is a dull throbbing in his head. Pain thrums along with his heartbeat, pounding and reverberating in his skull. It must be dehydration because the rest of his body feels fine. Great, actually. Except for some serious cottonmouth, he hasn't felt so free of tension in forever. The pain he usually carries between his shoulders has dissipated and for the first time in months, he feels genuinely peaceful.

The second thing he registers is warmth. The warmth of body heat and gentle exhales against his bare neck, and the memory of last night sucker punches him right in the gut. Din wants nothing more than to pull you closer and bury his face in your neck, to take in the way you smell and taste. He groans internally at the thought and before he can help himself, his cock twitches in interest. The pants he wears does nothing to hide his shame and he knows he has to get out of there before you wake up and see him like this.

If there’s one thing he’s sure about, it’s that you sleep like the dead. The only time he has successfully woken you up without trying was when he accidentally blew a fuse and literally set the old ship on fire. Din moves so slowly that it takes forever for him to slip out of bed without jarring you. He tucks his pillow to your chest, a poor excuse for the firm warmth of his body, but you snuggle into it anyway with a deep, sleepy sigh. Din pauses at the sight of you, of the woman he loves curled up in his bed - right where you belong. He can barely believe how everything changed last night.

You love him. The thought alone is enough to make him breathless. Some self-deprecating part of his mind wants to convince him that it was all some hallucination from the bacta, that his mind tortured him with a glimpse of what he wants most before ripping it from his hands, but the way you spent the entire night wrapped around him tells him otherwise. You had been so sweet, so giving in his weak state, and he can’t help but feel embarrassed that you saw him like that.

That embarrassment eats at him as he eases the ship into flight and turns on autopilot. He tries to focus on cleaning his blood out of his armor instead of the heat that rises to his cheeks every time he thinks of how he just could not shut up last night. It was all true, every damn word, but the way each of his closely held secrets just poured out of his mouth with abandon makes him cringe internally. It’s senseless, really, being embarrassed when you had returned his affection with surprising grace and honesty. All he wants to do is hear it again when he’s sober and the air isn’t shimmering around him.

“Good morning, Din.” The sound of your sleepy voice makes him freeze. He didn’t even hear you approach him, too lost in his thoughts and insecurities. He watches you sink into the seat next to him, still dressed in your pajamas with the blanket from his bed wrapped around your shoulders. “How does your leg feel?”

“I meant it.” Din blurts in lieu of an answer, spitting out the words before he can lose the courage. “Every word. I’m sorry it took that for me to say it, but… it wasn’t just the meds. I meant it.”

You smile at him. It’s the smile he loves, the bright and genuine one you seem to only give him. Those smiles are a gift, something he cherishes and seeks out any time he gets the opportunity. “I know. I meant it, too.”

The tight grip of fear relinquishes its grip around his chest and finally, his lungs can inflate and his mind can race with the possibility of it all, of you. Everything he's ever wanted sits at his fingertips, grinning at him from mere inches away, and there's no stopping himself from pulling you close, right into his lap. Your surprised laugh is music to his ears but it's the ease with which you settle into his lap that really has his heart singing. As if you were made to fit him, you sink into his embrace and complete him - two halves of the same soul.

“Say it again?” Your voice drops into a whisper.

“I love you.” Din murmurs, cheeks aflame. “I always have.”

“I love you, too.” There’s a brightness in your voice that makes his heart skip a beat. In all the times he’s imagined this, the moment he finally managed to say the words that would change your friendship forever, he didn’t think it would feel so… simple. He expected intensity and the very real (and terrifying) possibility of heartbreak. Instead, it just feels right. Like the final missing piece of the puzzle has fallen into place and he can finally see the full picture in all of its beauty. “I want to kiss you, Din. Can I?”

In all the time he’s known you, you have never pushed his boundaries or violated his privacy, ever protective of his creed as if you had taken the vow yourself. Din has always admired that effortless respect you give him and with anyone else he would say no. There would be too many variables out of his control to even consider it, but with you… there’s this instinctual trust that never fails to be proven right time and time again.

“Only if I cover your eyes.” Din’s tongue flicks against his lips at the mere thought of finally feeling your lips against his. After all this time, he almost can’t believe this is really happening. “Let me blindfold you and I swear I’ll never stop kissing you.”

You’re already nodding before he’s finished speaking, already slipping out of his lap and running off to find something adequate to tie over your eyes. Din can’t even suppress his laugh at your eagerness. In a flash, you’re right back in his lap with a soft strip of black fabric that you place right in his capable hands. He isn’t a man that busies himself with metaphors, but even he can’t miss the trust it symbolizes, given so freely and without hesitation.

Din wraps the fabric over your eyes and ties it at the back of your head firmly, careful not to catch your hair in the knot. “Can you see anything?”

“Not a thing, I promise.” Your voice has softened despite your excitement. This is a big deal for Din and you know that. There’s no rush, no haste to expose himself, and he finds himself in awe of your patience and understanding for the millionth time. The fact that you have never violated his trust only furthers his resolution that you are it for him. Someday, you will see his face. After you’ve exchanged vows, and perhaps taken his last name, he will give you everything.

With a rallying deep breath, Din reaches up and pulls his helmet off, immediately disoriented by the shift in his senses. The synthetic sight and sound of his helmet work well but it’s nothing compared to the real thing, especially with you so close. The smell of your shampoo is the first thing that hits him. He’s caught hints of it before through the hindrance of his helmet and without anything in the way, he can appreciate it in its entirety. It’s very you, complex and floral.

There’s a slight shake in his hand as he traces the curve of your cheek. Fuck, your skin is so soft, even more than he imagined it to be. Din doesn’t know much about soft, never got to experience it in his life of bounty hunting and heavy beskar, but he does know to appreciate it. To appreciate you and the way you lean into his touch, the way you sigh and smile all happy as his palm cups your cheek.

The first brush of your lips against his is unfamiliar but he welcomes it warmly. Din’s cheeks flush with his inexperience and despite the nerves that flutter low in his belly, he pushes forward to kiss you more firmly. Your fingers wrap around his wrist and for a mere heartbeat, he’s worried he’s done something wrong, but you just settle closer and help guide him into something fluid and easy. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to have you there in his arms.

“You’re good at that.” He whispers with a breathless chuckle. You just hum, sounding all too pleased with yourself, and his hands fall away from your face as you trail off course to kiss along his jaw and - oh. Oh, that’s nice. Din tilts his head to give you more access and a shiver dances up his spine at the warm caress of your lips along sensitive skin that has not been touched by another since… well, long before he can remember. He knows he could spend the rest of his life reveling in this feeling. “M-Maker, you’re really good at that.”

“Yeah? You like that, Din?” You whisper. Your attentions dip lower, gracing the corded muscle of his neck with the barest hint of your tongue. That’s all it takes for him to feel like he’s losing control. The best bounty hunter in the known galaxy, taken down by a love confession and the tease of a lover’s tongue.

“Dank farrik, girl.” Din curses as he tries to anchor himself with the flex of his fingers at your waist. He can feel that telltale interest stirring in his belly and he knows it won’t be long until you notice it as well. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“Do you want me to stop?” The tease has dropped from your voice and in its place, a sense of genuineness has risen. You don’t want to push him too far too soon, but little do you know, he’s struggling not to grip your waist to hold you nice and still so he can grind up into your tempting heat.

“No, no, I just…” Din flounders, searching for any way to say it that doesn’t make him sound as desperate as he feels - and failing. His hips jerk slightly without his permission and fiery embarrassment licks a path up his neck to light his cheeks ablaze. “Fuck, I just need you. You feel so good like this, I can’t help it.”

“You feel even better,” You sound so breathy and just as needy as he feels. Fuck, Din can’t help himself, can’t fight the pit of need that rips open in his belly, and his fingers dig into the plushness of your thighs. All of that strength painstakingly built through years of hard labor keeps you right where he wants you, right in the perfect position to grind his cock against the apex of your thighs.

Din swallows your gasp in a harsh kiss, an air of frantic need thickening the room until the rest of the universe fades away into nothing. Your fingers find a home in the thick curls at the base of his neck as you meet every roll of his hips, a rhythm quickly forming through the haze of desperation. It’s all teeth and tongue and wandering hands, the thin layers of fabric doing nothing to hinder how fucking mindblowing it feels. If anything, it makes it that much hotter; entirely unable to wait any longer, not even for the few moments it would take to bare yourselves to each other. It adds a wickedness Din has never felt before, but he’s addicted the moment he sees the darkening patch of fabric in the light gray shorts you wear.

He wants to tell you how beautiful you look, how perfect you feel writhing in his lap, how he can’t wait to split you open on his cock and watch you fall apart for him over and over, but you’ve stolen his voice. The immaculate image of you bracing a hand on his shoulder and letting your head fall back as you catch your breath leaves him breathless. Your breasts bounce with every harsh breath, every grind of your hips, and Din finds himself fascinated. Without a bra to get in his way, he lets animalistic impulse guide him to palm them as gently as he can muster. A surge of pleasure rips through his belly at the softness of you in his hands.

The sharp bite of your nails in his shoulder makes him grin something feral and those greedy hands rip at your shirt, unwilling to go a second longer without the taste of your skin on his tongue. The fabric tears like it’s nothing. Before you can do much more than gasp at the sudden cool brush of air against your skin, Din’s tongue flicks out to tease your nipple. One of your hands abandons his shoulder to bury in his hair and hold him close, a silent plea for more that he gives into without a second thought. His big hands splay across your back to crush you impossibly closer.

“Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” You pant. The warmth of his lips enveloping your nipple and sucking makes you cry out, sharp and keening for more. Din ruts up into you harder, his thighs burning with the effort, and he knows he won’t last much longer, not with how good you taste, how warm you feel against him.

“Cum for me.” He growls, his fingers replacing his mouth against your breasts. He pinches the bud between his thumb and forefinger, jaw slack as he watches you fall apart for him. Your grip tightens in his hair and the pain melts into pleasure, pools low in his belly and leaves his teeth slightly bared. You’re so fucking gorgeous and it’s the sight of you like this that really sends him over the edge, his hips stuttering to a sharp stop as his head falls back into the seat.

A sluggish, sated feeling washes over him. Judging by the way you curl into his chest and press your face into his neck, you’re in the same boat. Without even thinking, Din’s hands pet up at down your bare back, memorizing every ridge and dip of your spine, and he feels more at peace than he has in a very long time. You’re practically purring in his lap, nuzzling into his neck like a pleased little kitty, and knowing that he’s made you feel so good brings a lazy smile to his face.

“How’s my girl?” Din murmurs.

“Perfect.” You sigh sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses the side of your head, his lips brushing the fabric that covers your eyes. One day, someday soon, he will make love to you without the hindrance of stealing one of your senses. The urge is hard to resist. He wants to bare himself to you, body and soul, and whisper those vows in mando’a, the ones that would make him yours forever. But he doesn’t want to rush this along.

Din has wanted to marry you for so long. He wants to court you properly, the way his buir taught him all those years ago when he was being taught the traditions of his people. He’s planned to slip away to your home planet and have a ring crafted for you ever since you told him about the ring your father gave your mother. You spoke of it with such fondness that he can’t help but want to exchange rings with you. It may not be a part of the Mandalorian marriage tradition but he would love nothing more than to wear a symbol of his bond to you.

“You know, you never answered me earlier.” You murmur sleepily. “But I’m assuming your leg is alright, considering.”

Din huffs out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m all fixed up, thanks to you.”

“Mmm, good. I guess you don’t mind if I take a nap, then?” You’re already nodding off, he can tell just by your voice.

“Go ahead, sweet girl.” Din encourages as he pulls the long discarded blanket back up around your shoulders. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”