#AND ALSO WANT ME TO BE A DRUNK LEVEL IM HAPPY WITH

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Promises

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon..

“I make no promises, I can't do golden rings, but I'll give you everything tonight”

Pairing: Mafia Leader!Jaehyun x female reader (bakery/cafe owner)

Genre: Friends to lovers au, fluff, smut and angst

Warnings: gun and violence mention, blood mention, murder, stalking, alcohol mention, Minors DNI! Smut (unprotected sex, knife play, impregnation kink, rough sex, overstimulation, public sex, car sex)

Word Count: 13k

((A/N: WELL...its been some time, I apologize :( We got two new characters hehe! Also, if you are. jjk fan, the getou version is on our AO3 ;) I hope you enjoy this part, there will be a few more, Im thinking of actually publishing this one so I would love to receive feedback if you have any! Thank youuuu <3)

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[A month later]

“Hey..what do you want to drink?” Your friend taps your shoulder to awaken you from your daze.

With the music booming and the lights flashing, you’d think you’d be wide awake in the club, but the truth was you were thinking about him.

You missed him. You missed his smile, his voice, his comfort. Sure, he was mean when he left, but it didn’t stop your heart from falling in love with him. Although, your mind knew better. He wanted nothing to do with you, so why think about him?

“I’ll take cranberry vodka.” You nod at her.

After a few minutes she hands the drink to you and smiles. “I’m so happy you got a break. Let’s go dance!”

And so you down your drink and head to the dance floor, doing your best to push his image and touch out of your head.

You twirl around, moving your hips freely to the music and feeling your head become heavier by the second.

After nearly 20 minutes you stumble towards the back in search of the bathroom.

“It’s down the hall, honey.” Another bartender points.

You sigh as you relieve yourself. Few things felt as good as peeing while drunk. You look at yourself in the mirror, laughing at how dizzy you felt. But damn were you hot, you went with the perfect dress tonight, how could you not get any attention from the men out there?

Well, you’ll just have to try again, you thought to yourself and stepped out after washing your hands. The only problem with this plan is that you accidentally turned in the opposite direction and left through the back door of the club.

By the time you realized and turned around to get back in, the heavy metal door slammed shut. “Shit.”

You balance yourself on the wall and walk around, and just as you turn the corner you see something familiar.

It’s Jaehyun’s car.

Your eyes widen, your brain immediately pushing away your desire for any male attention other than his. Wait, why are you like this? He doesn’t want you, remember?

But still, it wouldn’t hurt to get a glimpse of him, right?

You walk towards his car and look up at the building it’s parked in front of.

The building is dark, except for one floor with lit up bulbs. Tipsy and without a plan, you head up to it.

The area is sketchy so you really shouldn’t be snooping around, but you text your friends you’ll be back.

As you approach the level, you hear a lot of talking and arguing. You then peek through a hole in a wall separating the hall from the lit up room and see a man tied up in a chair with a bag over his head.

You look to the left to see Jaehyun. The man of your dreams wears a black t-shirt and jeans, and still looks wonderful.

Your eyes widen when you see him wiping a knife with a long blade clean, blood stains the cloth and you breathe heavily as you notice that the man’s arm is dripping in blood.

“It’s a pity you won’t tell us what we need, we’ll find it out anyway..” His familiar voice echoes in the warehouse. 

“You can try to drink your problems away but you’ll never escape me.” Jaehyun smiles wickedly at him. It’s a sinister smile that would send anyone running, but not you, of course not. You strangely have the adverse reaction, needing to see that face, one he’d give you as you look over your shoulder to see him ruining you from behind. 

Stop.

That’s your drunk mind talking. He was right, no matter how much you drank, you’d never escape him.

Nonetheless, it seems they’d caught the man at the bar you were at right before you got there.

Another henchman brings a crying and tied up woman out from another room and throws her onto the floor in front of the man. The gang member then takes the covering off of the man’s head and the man screams a blood curdling scream as he sees the woman on the floor.

“Your wife has been through a lot already, Leonidas..put her out of her misery now by just telling us the truth..” 

Her husband won’t budge, shaking his head and repeating “I’m sorry..I’m sorry I can’t” over and over. You swallow hard. Your hands start to tremble. What is Jaehyun’s plan if he still refuses to cooperate?

And then, one of Jaehyun’s men kicks her in the stomach repeatedly, making her spew out blood. You squint and look away, but the sound of her screams of agony pierce your ears. 

You start to cry, covering our mouth to quiet your own sobbing.

“Do you really want to see how ugly this gets?” Jaehyun marches over then stabs her thigh.

You gasp as your eyes widen. No. How could he do this to an innocent woman?

The sight is messy and you turn away again. You shouldn’t be here, you have no business watching this. This can’t be the same man that you daydream about. This can’t be the man that you served pastries and coffee to, or the one that made sure you got home safe every night. You feel sick to your stomach.

The man is still silent, Jaehyun rolls his eyes before leaning down in front of him. “She will suffer because of you, is that really what you want?”

The man looks at his wife who is curled up on the ground and in tears. “Please..forgive me.”

“Leonidas! Please!!” She begs while reaching out for him.

Jaehyun steps back and nods towards another henchman who picks up a gun and shoots the lower part of the woman’s spine before your brain can even comprehend what is happening. The sharp sound nearly deafens you, but you still don’t run away. 

Jaehyun looks back at the man as he winces from seeing her writhe like a fish out of water. “Now..she’s paralyzed, was it worth it?”

You step back, but you’re suddenly grabbed up by the collar and dragged into the room by one of the members. 

“Hey! Ow!”

He throws you onto the floor, making you jam your knees onto the concrete.

“Look what we got here boss, a snitch.”

Jaehyun turns to you as you curse out. “Shit! Let me go!”

His eyes widen as he breaks his intimidating presence for a moment. “What the hell?!”

“Do you want us to tie her up?” The man grabs you up by your hair as you grunt. You raise your hands in an effort to scratch his strong arms.

“No! Get your hands off her!” Jaehyun hurries over.

The man lets your hair go, making you fall to the floor and grunt.

Jaehyun quickly places the gun down and helps you up. He grabs your wrist, tighter than ever before, nearly crushing your bone as he drags you out and into the hall. “Ow! Jaehyun..you’re hurting me!”

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?!” He tosses you into a wall, and the fact that you look amazing tonight still doesn’t stop him from being upset about you being there.

“I’m-I’m sorry, I just...I saw your car and -I wanted to see what you were up to and..” you start to sob.

“Why?!”

You sniffle, still tipsy, you can’t hold back the truth. “I missed you and I think..I think I love you.”

His brows furrow. “Love? You can’t fucking love me..”

“Those people..Jaehyun, I…I saw what you did, why are you doing this?”

“Did you like what you fucking saw?! Can you still love me after this? This is what I do, y/n. Get that through your thick skull! I’m not a nice fucking person, I hurt people!” He is infuriated, he doesn’t try to calm you down as you cry harder. He should take a moment to remember that you're probably drunk out of your mind right now, but in his anger, he can't seem to think of that fact.

He’s frightening, you can’t help but tremble under him. His face is filled with fury, and it’s the same face you saw the night he saved you from those two men, but you’re not so sure if you’re as lucky as you were last time.

“I’m sorry-it’s just..I didn’t expect you to—“

“To what?! What y/n?!” He steps closer as he yells.

“Kill innocent people!” You finally let out.

He nods. “Innocent?? What- well! Merry fucking Christmas, hope you liked your surprise. This is exactly why you should stay away from me! You don’t know me! You don’t want to know me! And I don’t want to see you again, do you understand?!”

You don’t respond, you only cry into your hands.

He grabs your wrist again to pull you back into the room.

“Hold her still!” He points to two large men who hold your arms up.

“Jaehyun..stop..please..I’ll leave..” You heave. He picks a gun from the table up. 

“No!! Don’t do this..you don’t have to! There’s another way..Jaehyun..please!!”

The man and woman beg him as well, pleading loudly as they desperately try to escape the men and rope that keep them in place as well.

He shoots the husband and wife 3 times each, making you jump and turn away.

You push the henchmen away from you and wail while on the floor. 

“Look at me!” Jaehyun commands.

He bends down and takes your chin into his hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as his fingers dig into your cheeks. He looks into your wet, red eyes, but not an ounce of regret flows through him. You had to see this, you had to hate him. Only then could you truly want this separation.

He hated to see you cry, but it was necessary. If you saw him as a saint, if you fell in love with who you thought was a “good man” only to find out how evil he is further down the line, it would only hurt more.

“This is who I am..you shouldn’t..you can’t love me..now get out of here.”

He lets you go. You quickly scurry to your feet.

You run as far as you can while crying, a million thoughts run through your head, the loudest being “how could you be so stupid to fall in love with a gang leader?”

Jaehyun turns to one of the men who starts to put their guns away.

“You just killed our lead, boss.”

Jaehyun stares at the dead man who should’ve provided key information as to where enemy shipments were docking.

“The bastard wasn’t going to tell us anything, he even let his wife die..tomorrow, we’ll see if his friend is just as selfish.”

Jaehyun puts his jacket on and heads out without another word.

On his drive back home, he thinks about everything that happened and if he had to do what he did. The truth is he had to kill them. The minute his guy dragged you into the room, this was decided. Should the man and his wife be let free, they would quickly expose your identity to his rivals and put your life at risk, and he couldn’t have that happening. You messed things up and didn’t even know. To make matters worse, based on his reaction everyone in the room could tell you were special to him. 

He lays down in bed and tries to sleep, but after tossing and turning, he decides he should just go to the gym to take out his frustrations.

The punching bag becomes his main target. With every punch he thinks of how he felt when he yelled at you. Why was he so rough? You just confessed your love and this is how he reacts? He doesn’t deserve you. He knew that from the very beginning and his greed and lust still pushed it. He knew it because he didn’t want to just say ‘goodbye’ after having sex with you, he wanted to stay and hold you close, hugging you until the sun rose. 

He wanted to whisper sweet words as he watched you sleep in his arms. He had never wanted this from any sexual partner before. Thus, he realized he loves you too, he always will and for that reason he cannot put your life at risk. 

He sweats large drops of salty water as he pants.

He sits on the bench, wondering if he should call and apologize for being too harsh on you. He plans on leaving you alone, but the least he could do is apologize first.

He picks the phone up and stares at your unsaved number. But after a few seconds, he decides not to call, putting the phone back on the bench beside him and picking up his water bottle instead.

As he gulps it down, and as he does, he remembers how drunk you were and can’t help but wonder if you got home safely. So he picks the phone up and checks your location.

You’re home.

He sighs. He should stop by and see if you’re awake. 

No. He shouldn’t

But once again, Jaehyun can’t resist you.

He uses a lock pick to get into your apartment easily, making note of how he should really get you a chain lock for the inside.

He walks in slowly and quietly before pushing your room door open slightly. And there you were, curled up in bed and snoring lightly. It was nice to know you were sleeping soundly, but he knew his words and actions cut deep this time, maybe too deep to recover from.

He observes your cute face, your brows furrowed slightly and your lips pursed. To be with you—no—to even look at you is a privilege, one he did not deserve.

He places a soothing cream for your wrist on your nightstand as well as a hangover cure drink, then turns to leave.

You take in a sharp breath, causing him to turn around swiftly. Did you wake up?

You breathe heavily, your eyes move quickly under your lids.

“No..no..” You mumble and groan. Your breathing quickens. It sounds like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.

Not knowing how else to help you before it’s too late, he quickly lays down in bed beside you and hugs you from behind. “I got you, baby, it’ll be okay shh.”  

He holds you in his arms until you start to breathe normally again. Your eyes never open. 

I could stay here..just tonight..it wouldn’t hurt, would it? He already knows the answer. He tells himself he is doing this to help you, but he knows he’s doing it for his own selfish reasons. To be able to feel your warmth, to smell your hair, to listen to you breathe in the stillness of the night, that’s why he does it.

Your eyes open slightly but he can’t see, you try to process what exactly is happening while panicking for a moment, but then it clicks. His cologne surrounds you just as his arms do.

Jaehyun.

He was hugging you close as you dreamt.

You decide to close your eyes and enjoy your last moment with him, with the man you could only know now as a cold hearted killer.

After a few minutes, he slowly releases you from his hold and gets out of the bed. 

You both needed to be away from each other for now, so he silently leaves your apartment and heads home.

You wake up the next morning alone and with a splitting headache.

You rub your temple, squinting as the sun peers through your window. Then, you feel another aching pain. 

You look down at your wrist and it all comes back to you.

“Shit.” You whisper to yourself. 

What happened the night before was real..very real actually. Jaehyun made it clear that he wasn’t interested in you anymore, so now the only thing you can do is move on and try to forget him. Try.. at least try. You get up and get ready for work after downing the drink he left for you on your nightstand. That strange bastard. How can he care for you, but hurt you at the same time?

[One Month Later]

Jaehyun mustered up the courage to face you finally. He just couldn’t bear it anymore. Every day he had to watch you travel your usual route from home to work as a little dot on his phone screen. He refused to do it any longer. He had to see you, hear from you, touch you..hold you. It’s the only way he’d feel sane again.

He sits at his usual spot, meanwhile, you didn’t notice he’s even opened the door. Why? You’re too caught up in a conversation with another man. You smile and laugh a bit too much for his liking. How could you? How could you share your happiness with another man while he aches for you?

How and why are you flirting with another customer? And in just a few minutes he hears it. 

 “Thank you Johnny, I’ll see you next time.”

You even call him by his first name? 

The man takes his bag of bread and heads out with a small smile.

Jaehyun looks back at you, only to catch you smiling hard as Johnny leaves.

But then, your smile fades when you see him.

You flinch when you see him at your counter and he notices. He really did scare you that night. He thinks to himself. His heart does hurt when he remembers how badly he messed up, but his mind is enraged with the thought that you may have moved on.

You look away and start to wipe down the counter. 

“Do you know all your customer’s first name’s now?” Jaehyun says as he tilts his head. You ignore him. 

You look over your shoulder to the back.

“Mark! There’s someone out here who needs help”

“Ok!”

You resume your chore, scrubbing an already clean surface as you try not to face Jaehyun. He controlled your every thought night and day. He’s no good for you, you know that, and you figured distance and time would help. Yet, here he was. Never allowing that theory to come true as he closes in on distance and takes up your time.

Mark looks around nervously. You hired Mark shortly after that incident so you could 1. Not be alone with any creeps and 2. Get some help in the bakery. There’s no way you can handle all the work yourself. 

He clears his throat. “What would you like to order?

Jaehyun chuckles, “A minute with the owner.”

Mark sighs then looks back at you while you place fresh cookies on the display. He turns back to Jaehyun and pouts. “Unfortunately, we don’t have that”

Jaehyun frowns. He feels like an asshole for how he acted. Technically, he had no right to be upset with you, and he only came to apologize. You don’t owe him a word and you’re clearly upset, so there’s no point in making your pain last longer.

Mark sighs and walks away.

“Y/n..how I acted that night..was completely unacceptable. I was..worried about you, but I made a fool of myself and went too far. You don’t deserve that, and I’m so sorry. I understand why you don’t wish to speak with me..but I will never stop hoping that one day you do.” He stands up.

You look him in the eyes, holding back tears as your chest rumbles.

”Please leave if you don’t plan on ordering anything.” You say through thin lips.

You head to the back office as Mark takes over the front. 

You try to act like you don’t care but deep down you do. and as you sit at your desk, you lay on your arms and wonder what should you do. Why does your heart feel so heavy with guilt? You’re the one that’s hurt, right? You deserve better, so just wait for it. But no..you want him, you can’t deny it. He was terrifying that night, he went too far. 

However, as news surfaced about the couple he killed, mysteriously found dead in the woods, the truth about their wrongdoings came to light. They used money from drug trafficking to start up their own ring of slave trafficking, a completely new level of crime. You remembered enjoying coffee one night while closing. You asked Jaehyun if his job entailed hurting innocent people and he assured you he didn’t, turns out, he was right. 

Long story short, he saved a few innocent lives by taking care of those rotten demons. He is an interesting variation of Batman.

He still scared you though, that you wouldn’t deny.

Jaehyun is dissatisfied with you ignoring him, but he leaves you alone.

[The Next Month]

“Happy Birthday Mark!” You and your friends yell out at the busy nightclub.

Mark smiles widely and thanks everyone before putting two soon-to-be-emptied bottles up in the air. 

You dance the night away and do some drinking yourself. You bump hips with Mark and throw your hands in the air while having an amazing time. The lights flash, the music is nearly deafening and the floor shakes under your feet. It’s nice to let go.

“Want another shot?” Mark pushes his hair back while leaning towards you.

Feeling quite tipsy, you shake your head. “I’m good!” You didn’t need things to go south like they did the last time you got drunk.

Mark hugs you tightly before running off to the bar. You laugh while watching him prance away without a care in the world.

A few feet away from you sits the club's owner. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and lets it rest inbetween his fingers while leaning back.

“Let’s dance, babe…it’s too boring here!” The girl in a tight hot pink dress sitting beside him runs her hand over his thigh. He brushes her away and scoots further down on the couch. 

“I’ll tell you what..go ahead and dance and if I like the way you move, I’ll join you.”

She jumps up and runs to the floor, still oblivious to the fact that his attention has been on someone else the entire time.

“Hey.” You hear a low voice call out from behind. You turn to see a tall man with blue hair gazing down at you with wide eyes. 

Why not? You think to yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve felt the embrace of a hot guy.

You start to dance, letting the music flow through your bodies as they grind against each other.

He runs his hand along your throat, tilting your chin so that he can access your lips from behind. You can feel his steamy breath hit your bottom lip, you’re so close and then-

You’re separated. 

“What the fuck, dude?” The man lets out when he sees a girl in a tight pink dress walk away after bumping into the two of you hard.

“Sorry about that.” a male voice calls out from behind you. You turn and gasp.

Jaehyun.

“She got a little carried away.” He walks after the girl. Your heart drops. Did he just brush past you like that? Not even a glance or “hi.” Are you really nothing to him?

You shouldn’t be surprised. You’re the one that cut things off. So why does it hurt so bad to see him with someone else?

“You good?” The blue haired man interrupts your thoughts. 

You force a smile. “Yeah..yeah for sure! Do you..want to go to the bathroom?”

He smiles widely and takes your hand. The two of you struggle to make your way through the crowd and towards the back to continue your makeout session. 

Jaehyun watches you and sends a message to one of his men.

He tells them to lock the bathroom doors. He knew you were less likely to make out with the guy in public like this.

He had to stop it.

“Hey! You said you like the way I move, let’s dance!” The girl grabs his arm.

He pulls away, gently taking her hand off of him. “I’ll be right back.”

He hurries to the back where he sees you both struggling to open the door. Suddenly, the power is cut off. You can’t see anything and now the guy's hand has left yours. Everyone yells and screams. Some screaming out of fear, some screaming out of excitement. It’s chaos, but after just 10 seconds, the flashing lights and music come back on.

Your makeout partner, however, is gone.

You look everywhere for the handsome blueberry, but he’s nowhere to be found. 

“Shit.” You say quietly then head back to the dance floor to look for Mark and your friends.

Jaehyun owned the club so it didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted. Power off? Got it. Bathrooms closed? Done. Blue haired guys get kicked out for no reason? Absolutely.

You push your way through the crowd and bump into Jaehyun again. This time, the girl he was with earlier has an arm around his neck while dancing against his chest. He has a cigarette in his mouth, but gives you a sly smile when he sees you watching them.

She grinds on him but his eyes are focused on you. His dark eyes are hard to resist, boring holes into your skull and making your clothes feel even tighter than they were before. You swallow hard then turn away quickly and continue to look for Mark.

The night goes on and you continue to dance with your friends. It’s not until about 3 AM that everyone is ready to leave.

You wait for an UVER outside with a hammered Mark.

“Boss. That was..so..fun..” he slurs out.

“I’m glad you had a great time.” you laugh out as he rests his head on your shoulder.

30 minutes have passed and UVER drivers have either declined the ride or not shown up at all. “What the hell is going on?”

Other people had their designated drivers and were heading home already. The night air starts to feel extra chilly when you realize it’s just the two of you outside now.

“Busy night?..” a man says as he drives up to the front of the club.

You look into the car. “Yeah it seems like-“ your face drops.

“I can drop you guys off if you’d like.” Jaehyun continues.

You step back. “We’re good..thank you.”

“Please y/n..you’re on the way anyway.”

“I said we’re fine! Just leave us-“

Mark stumbles to the ground, falling face flat. 

“Shit!” You yell out then try to pick him up.

Jaehyun hops out of the car to help you.

“The UVER should..ugh..be here in a few minutes.”

Jaehyun leans Mark against his car and looks at you with a serious, almost scary expression. “Are you lying to me?”

You roll your eyes. “Why are you talking to me like I’m a child? Just leave us alone.”

“I’ll wait until it gets here.”

“We don’t need you to do that” 

“It’s my choice, I won’t go home until everyone else does.”

“Oh, are you pulling a Batman again?”

“Come on y/n, think about the surge rates..”

You look away and cross your arms.

“I was a dick, I know-“

“Was?” You raise an eyebrow.

“But let me make it up to you, I’ll drop you both off, he can get rest and you can get home safely..please.”

You look at your phone and sure enough UVER has boosted the price 5x.

You look at Mark then at Jaehyun. “Fine.”

He helps you put Mark in the car. He sleeps and lays on his side on the backseat.

You then sit in the passenger seat with your hands in your lap. A few minutes pass and Jaehyun can’t help it.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine.”

He nods. 

“Did you like the nightclub?”

You don’t respond this time, you only look out of the window as he drives.

A few seconds pass and only Mark’s snoring fills the tense air.

“We worked hard on it, changed the tiles, redid the bar, and-“

“How are you always conveniently popping up?” You ask him angrily.

“You can’t just come to my club and not expect to see me, y/n..” he says smoothly.

You turn to him.

“My..club?”

He can’t contain his laughter “oh you had no idea huh?”

“You never told me you owned a nightclub..” 

“I never told you much about my job, baby”

You shiver when he says “baby” in such a low tone. 

You scoff. “Job..if that’s what you call it.” You roll your eyes and relax into the seat.

‘And that’s why it didn’t work’ is what you want to say, but you don’t.

“I also didn’t know you started smoking again.”

Jaehyun can’t help but smile. You’re worried about him, and it shows in how much attention you give him. You still care.

“I didn’t..just needed a little something tonight.”

“Good. I hate the smell.”

He looks at you to see if you realized your mistake. 

“Does it matter anymore? I’m never near you..” He tilts his head.

“Oh…right.” You say quietly.

He clears his throat. “How have you been though? Is the business doing well?”

“I don’t want to talk, Jaehyun.” 

And there it is. You shut him out again. Was what he did that bad? Yeah, he may have killed a person..two people..in front of you..twice, and yeah, he may have yelled and said awful things. But did it warrant this treatment from you? Well..yes. You’re too good for him, he needs to remember that. He swallows hard when he comes to the realization that he will never stop trying to get you back. Whether it takes 1 month, 5 years, or a decade, deep down, he will always want you. 

He waits for a few minutes to pass then he tries again.

“Come on sweetheart, we can start over.” He grips the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

The slight airiness in his voice sends you back to the night you had with him. His sweaty skin against your body, his large hands gripping you tightly enough to wring you dry. All while he pants and leans into your ear to call you “sweetheart.”

You close your legs tightly and shake the memory away.

You chuckle. You can’t believe the audacity of this man.

“First of all don’t call me that…and it seems to me you’re already starting something with another girl.”

“Oh?..did that upset you?”

You turn to him. “Seeing a cold killer dance with someone? No..no I’m not upset at all, I feel bad for her.”

he glances at Mark to make sure he’s still sleeping. “A killer? Me?” He chuckles.

“He’s passed out, and even if he wasn’t I’d kill you if you laid a finger on him.”

“Oo a threat?, I’d like to see you try, I wonder if you’d start trembling again?”

“Oh fuck off.” You roll your eyes.

“What about that Johnny guy? What’s his deal?”

You bunch your brows. “Oh did that upset you?”

Jaehyun shakes his head and looks into the road sternly. “You guys just seem close, that’s all.”

“You think I’m sleeping with every customer I know on a first name basis now?”

“No-that’s not-“

“Yes, Jaehyun, you caught me. I’m fucking Johnny and other customers before and after work every day, happy?”

He turns to you, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes. 

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You turn back to him.

“Don’t get sarcastic with me.”

“Or what?”

Just then Mark snores loudly, so loud you jump in your seat. The two of you burst out into laughter.

The rest of the drive is silent. You both help Mark into his apartment, then Jaehyun drives you to yours.

He lets you out at the loop right in front of the building. “Do you want me to walk you up?”

You turn to him before stepping out of his car. “Since when do I need help to get to my apartment?. Goodbye Jaehyun.”

He takes your hand. “I..I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” You withdraw it from his hold and walk away. 

The night ends just like countless other nights have ended for him, he dreams about you, grasping the sheets on his bed, hoping to feel your skin just once. Eventually, he gives up and either works out or stands in front of his floor to ceiling windows with a cigarette in hand while watching the sun rise.

[Two Weeks Later]

Jaehyun holds your hand gently, helping you into the massive teacup you’re about to ride in together. It’s been a great day at Disney, and now with the sun setting, casting a warm glow onto your lover's face, you enjoy one last ride together.

The cups spin and spin, making you slide up and down the curved bench inside. Jaehyun giggles and reaches out for you to hold you close. You rest in his broad arms, time seems to stand still for a moment. You only feel the peace of the air in between you, the longing gazes, and the golden hue of the sky. 

His smile fades into a frown. “I’m sorry sweetheart..”

Your brows bunch together. “Sorry? About what?”

You’re jolted awake by the sound of your vibrating phone.

“Damn it..” you rub your eyes before grabbing your phone. Another stupid dream about your stupid ex-wait, could you even call him that?

You yawn while scratching your head. “I really gotta stop doing that.” But you can’t control your dreams, they manifest from what your heart wants. Nonetheless, you unlock your phone to see what the notification is.

It’s a text

Banker: let’s meet to discuss a few things about your application.

You nod to yourself. “Perfect.”

You knew what the Banker meant when he said he wanted to meet up. In exchange for him tweaking a few things on your loan application, you’ll satisfy his..specific needs. Will this be your proudest moment? Probably not, but you need to do what you need to do.

You swallow hard. Jaehyun’s face of disappointment enters your mind. 

“Ugh…” you lay back down in bed. He did have a point. Why should you sell yourself when someone you actually like is willing to give you money for just existing?

Then you remind yourself. Where is that money coming from? It’s blood money, and you want nothing to do with it.

And sure, he’d be disappointed, but what does that change? At the end of the day you still have a stack of bills that are starting to tilt like the tower of Pisa on your dining table. 

“Wait..what he thinks doesn’t matter.” You sit back up in bed and laugh to yourself.

You: Okay

[The Next Day]

Jaehyun pours the milk over his cereal before exhaling loudly. He still regrets how he acted with you, he misses you more than anything, but what can he do to fix everything? The truth is he knows he’ll have to let you go, you deserve better anyway. You deserve peace and a partner that can help you run your business. A partner that will bake with you then go over your finances together. 

Jaehyun sits down while imagining what he thinks is the life you deserve. You and your partner could eventually offer catering and delivery services for your bakery, you could hire more people so you wouldn’t have to work so hard. And then you’d have time for kids-

Kids..

Jaehyun’s smiles fondly. “She’d be a good mom…”

All of this can and will happen..just not with him. He needs to let you go, for the thought of you being with someone else is just too hurtful. The time is now, he needs to change now. And the first step is deleting the tracker app.

He unlocks his phone and opens the app for the last time. “She’s probably at the bakery right now..”

But no…you’re not at the bakery. You’re in a random parking lot.

He chews slowly and stares with a puzzled expression.

Any plans that you made would likely be in your text or map history, so he decides to take a look at your recent texts.

He puts his spoon down, standing straight up as what he sees shocks him to his core.

“The fucking banker.” 

Jaehyun grabs his jacket and runs out.

He’s furious especially since you already tried doing it this way and he stopped it. How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He speeds to your location.

Meanwhile, you and the banker sit in his car in the middle of a relatively empty parking lot. You sit nervously in the passenger seat.

The banker tells you that he went over your profile and application, and he’d be happy to approve your loan with the minimum interest. 

You’re ecstatic and relieved. “Oh my god…that’s amazing, thank you!”

The 50-something year old looks into your eyes and nods. “I made it work for you.”

“I appreciate that..”

He leans forward and stares at your lips. “You are so beautiful, I had to do something to help.”

You take a deep breath and try to accept what’s happening, but you can’t bring yourself to meet him halfway.

He opens his eyes. “Oh..is this too much? I’m sorry, I-“

“Oh no..it’s fine..but I’m..not ready yet..”

He looks defeated, and sits back in his seat.

The guilt starts to rip through you, he isn’t pushy or aggressive. He genuinely is helpful, but the attraction just isn’t there. 

You break the silence. “I’d rather let you touch me.” 

You’re quiet and shy, a stark contrast to how you are with Jaehyun because deep down, you don’t really want it.

“Oh..really?”

You nod.

He leans forward, biting his bottom lip as he reaches out. He caresses the warm skin of your neck before moving his hand further down to your shoulder.

You swallow hard as the man pushes your strap off your shoulder slowly, then drags his thumb over your bra. 

“Is this okay?” He asks. You nod, desperate to have him finish quickly so you can go home and relax. He puts his other hand into his pants.

Yes, finally-just get it over with and-

*crash*

The driver window suddenly shatters as someone punches through it.

You scream as you watch the masked man covered in black attire from head-to-toe punch the banker through the window in seconds. There’s glass everywhere, on the floor, in your lap, and all over the banker’s clothing and hair.

He then grabs him by the collar and drags him out of the car through the space created by the broken window.

The banker screams, but the man holds the banker up by the collar and chokes him until he loses consciousness. Your mouth falls open, he may just kill the banker.

“Stop! Please! He didn’t do anything! We were just-“

The man lets the banker’s limp body drop to the floor. You sit in silence as you watch him look down on his body for a few seconds. Then, a chill attacks your spine. He lifts his head and his focus slowly shifts to your face.

Your eyes widen. The panic sets in and you jump out of the car, running away from the masked man. 

He runs after you at an alarming speed.  His steps triple that of yours. You can’t out run him. He grabs you by the waist and swings you around. 

You flail in his arms. “Please!! Please don’t hurt me!”

He doesn’t say anything, he simply throws you over his shoulder and takes you to his black van. You sob and beg him to let you go.

He only turns back around and walks to the banker. He takes his wallet and watch then walks back to you while shoving them in his pocket. Through the small slit over his eyes you can see a menacing darkness. You have no idea what his intentions are, but you don’t think they’re good. You look around you to see rope, tape, bags of cement, bricks, and a shovel. You start hyperventilating and scurry to the corner of the van to get away from him, but he still gets closer and closer to you. 

“Hands behind you.” The man says through a voice changing box. You do as he says and place your arms behind you. He easily spins you around and ties you up with rope. He then spins you back and stares into your eyes.

“Please..let me go..I don’t even know him that well..if he owes you, just take it out on him..”

The man doesn’t say anything, he looks at your exposed shoulder and drooping bra cup now resting slightly above your nipple. He reaches over, a flinch escaping you as a result.

He keeps moving his hand until he grabs the strap and fixes your dress over your bra again. His icy fingers graze your skin.

You swallow hard and start to relax just a bit. “Th-thank you.”

He leaves the back of the van, slamming the door shut before jumping into the driver’s seat.

In a few hours, the banker is hit with the worst headache of his life. He stands up slowly and looks at his broken window. Then, it all starts to come back to him. He sighs. He doesn’t have his wallet or watch, but he’s more than happy to be alive. He heads home like nothing happened. He’s pretty sure you were kidnapped, but what could he do? He can’t tell any one of what happened or call the police because technically he isn’t supposed to be meeting with clients, especially not in sketchy areas like that.

Telling the truth would only make things harder for him. He shrugs his shoulders and turns the radio up.

Once in a secluded area, the man parks and opens the van door.

“Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this I-“

He takes his mask off and you gasp.

“Y-you..you fucking bastard.”

Jaehyun doesn’t respond, he unties you and with the van door still open, you dash out of the van and run.

Finally, you’re free. Just keep running and then-

You come to an abrupt halt when you realize you’re at the edge of a cliff.

“Shit.” Your eyes widen. 

“Help!!! Help me!!!” You yell but the echo only comes back to you.

“No one can hear you scream out here, sweetheart.” Jaehyun says as he walks towards you at a leisurely pace.

You walk back to him angrily. He smirks slightly.

You slap him hard. “Take me home now! I can’t believe you fucking kidnapped me!” His face swings to the left, and he steps back in surprise. He looks back at you with narrow eyes as he clenches his jaw.

“Saved you. And no, not until you explain what the hell you were doing with that creep.”

“Oh my god…I don’t even know if he’s okay..did you kill him?” Your hands grip your head.

“No, he’ll just be out for a little while.”

“Why the hell would you do that?”

“I could’ve done worse if I wanted to, you already know that.” He steps closer to you. His eyes darken, and that scary, murderous glint in them starts to show through. 

“Now..explain what you were doing…or I WILL go back and kill him so there’s no chance of it happening again.”

“You’re crazy! I don’t owe you an explanation! You mean nothing to me!” You say too fast without realizing that it was a lie and mistake.

Jaehyun is shocked, but he chuckles, tilting his head to the side in a sort of ‘well, well, well’ manner.

Is this what he needs to hear to finally let you go? 

“I-“ you sigh and your voice lowers slightly. “You know what I mean, Jaehyun. We aren’t married, we aren’t dating, we’re not even friends. Why should I explain my personal life to you?”

“So what? I’m supposed to act like I don’t fucking care?”

Your eyes widen as you walk towards him again with frantically moving hands. “Yes! Yes exactly! Because one second you do care and the next you don’t, it’s driving me crazy! What is it that you want?!”

“You already know that answer.” He tilts his head.

“God, Jaehyun. I’m done with your games.” You wave him off and turn away. 

“You didn’t want it, y/n. I saved you.” 

You flick your head back to him. “Well, Batman, guess what? I was so close to getting what I needed! But of course, you make it about yourself.” You put your hands on your hips and look back out at the cliff. “Plus, you scared the shit out of me!”

“And I’m sorry about that, but it was necessary.”

You scoff. “Necessary? You always do what you think is necessary without considering how it might affect me…”

“It’s what’s best for you, y/n.”

You close your eyes tightly. “Oh my God, you’re impossible.” 

After a few seconds of silence, you pretend to walk by him, but quickly grab his pocket knife from his front pocket. He spins around when he notices, but you press it into his neck quickly.

He chuckles before tilting his mouth into a devious smile. “You never told me you were a spy..” he says sarcastically after seeing you move with such precision. 

Truth was, after nearly getting pick pocketed, and possibly worse, on the night he saved you, you took up self-defense classes.

“I’m not playing around, Jaehyun. Take me home.” You press the blade in slightly.

He’s surprised, but he knows you won’t actually hurt him. “Come on y/n..this isn’t you.” 

He has to admit that seeing you like this did turn him on slightly. He feels a twitch in his pants as he imagines you holding the knife to his neck, riding him while you cry his name out to the heavens. Then he’d grab it from you and flip you over so he could pound into you from behind, holding the knife to your neck as he smashes his hips into you. You’d be the prettiest broken thing by the time he’s done with you.

“I’m different now, I’ve seen the things you do, I want nothing to do with you.” You were lying, you still love him. You dream about him nearly every night and your heart races when you think of him, even as you try to remember how cruel he is. 

He steps forward, forcing you to walk backwards to the van, still looking into your wide eyes. 

“W-what are you doing? Stop moving!” You blink rapidly.

“Do it, sweetheart, kill me, if I mean nothing to you…do it.” He smiles.

As turned on as he is right now, he knows that you are heartbroken because of him and now is his chance to be completely honest about his adoration of you. He needed to fix things fast. If you wanted to leave him after this, you should at least know how he feels first.

With the knife still pressed against him, he leans down closer to you. 

“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry. But I miss you..” he searches your panicking eyes before continuing. “I need you, I can’t go five minutes without wishing you were near me. You’re the only person I’ve truly..felt something with and I panicked, I don’t know what to do, I’ve never…”

You swallow hard, but don’t lift the knife away. Not yet. You need to hear more.

He pauses and looks away. “I don’t know. I don’t deserve you, I know that. But I’m a greedy bastard, I want you anyway.” His eyes float downward to your lips. Despite trembling like he expected you to, you don’t remove the knife.

“You can kill me if you’d like, that will be the only way for my mind and body to rest without you..” He continues to close the distance between you. “..but before you do, just kiss me one last time.”

Your mouth falls open. You’re stunned, still searching his eyes for a sign that he may be joking, but of course, no sign is there. The stone cold man with menacing tattoos just revealed how madly in love he is with you and you can’t do anything but stare in shock.

Your mind is telling you to run, to grab the keys, start the van, and drive home. But your heart..your body..your soul..you can’t leave him. 

You stumble and fall into the van. The knife drops out of your hand and Jaehyun leans forward, caging you in between his arms as you lay down. You breathe heavily and stare at each other’s lips.

He wants to taste them so badly, but he waits for you. It could take all night, but he’d wait for you. Just one, that’s all he asks for before this is all over.

And after waiting for a painfully long amount of time, you hold his face with your hand and kiss him. Your heads turn and your tongues explore each other.

He crawls over you, holding himself up with one arm while the other hooks itself under your leg and pushes your knee to your chest. Frantic and steamy breaths cover your bodies.

You lean forward on your elbows, starting to zip your dress down from the back, but he stops you. He picks his pocket knife up and cuts through it easily, causing an embarrassing moan to escape you. You help him take his shirt off too. The look on his face is one of pure hunger and it’s hot.

“I hate you so much.” You say softly then reach for his face again. You kiss harder, so hard your teeth clink against his. 

He leans back to get air after a few seconds then pants as he looks down at your body in a gorgeous lilac lingerie set. “You were really about to let that loser see you in this?” He tilts head while carefully dragging the knife against your bare skin.

You take in a sharp breath as goosebumps raise across it. Answer incorrectly and you could just become a kebab right then and there. But part of you wants to push him

You nod. “If you don’t love me right, I may still let him see it after this .”

His eyes narrow as his tone deepens. “Don’t..push it.”

“Don’t disappoint me..” you hold his face in one hand while looking into his eyes, easily maneuvering your way to his thick hair. He blushes then begins to kiss you as your hands run through this locs. He groans at the feeling of your fingertips on his scalp.

You giggle. “Are you blushing?”

“No..” he groans against your chest, ignoring the way his face feels like it is on absolute fire.

“Liar.” You smile and massage his scalp with your fingers. You unhook your bra and throw it to the side.

He caresses your breasts while kissing you then grabs your legs by the crook of your knees and fixes himself between them. 

“I want you too, Jaehyun..I’ve never felt this way either..but I can’t take you hurting me anymore.” You whisper. “Promise me you won’t hurt me again.”

He kisses your neck. “I promise..to love you and care for you for as long as you’ll let me, y/n.”

He leans back and takes in the sight once more. You look up at him, staring at his defined abs, impressive chest and rock hard biceps. You should’ve recognized him as the masked man from the beginning. Only he could confidently swing you around like you weigh nothing. He drags the cold tip of the knife along your thigh and then hip. You shiver at the feeling, he loves to see your chest rising and falling. 

He uses the knife to tug the fabric covering your pussy. You gasp as you feel the cold object being so close to you.

Then with a quick swipe he cuts through the left strap of your underwear that hugs your hips. “Jaehyun! I love this set! What are you-“

He cuts the other side.

You draw in a sharp breath. “Damn it.” 

“Now..no one else will have seen it but me.” He lightly drags the dull side of the knife along your cloth-covered slit to see goosebumps a little bit longer the second time. When he finally cuts the other side, he removes the wet fabric to see your flower dripping and aching for him. He licks his lips and breathes heavily. He feels he might go crazy if he doesn’t fuck you right away.

He leans down to kiss you again.

His fingers find your folds, collecting the essence. You whimper into his mouth, feeling his digits enter you slowly, stretching you out to prepare for him.

He pulls away to speak softly against your lips. “Are you going to listen to me? Are you going to obey me like a good girl?”

And in the golden hue of the setting sun, he is magnificent. You can’t help but moan and nod. You’ll say yes to anything at this point, he could tell you to walk 100 miles with him in the rain or snow and you’d agree to it.

Your eyes roll back, you shut them and bite your lip as he works his fingers, your hips rocking against his palm.

He leans back and grabs your chin with his other hand. He looks into your eyes with a dark, lustful gaze like he can’t wait to tear you apart. “Speak.”

“Yes…I’ll do whatever you say.” Your eyes round as you look up at him, feeling beautiful in (half of) your special set.

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “Perfect.” He pushes his pants down in one quick motion.

“Can you close the van door?” You ask innocently, trying not to look down at his long dick, tip red and swollen with pre cum leaking. He strokes it slowly, watching as you swallow hard.

And if he had time, he’d torture you by forcing you to watch him pleasure himself before decorating your belly with all that he’s saved up for you. 

He’d lick it up, then kiss you so you could taste it too. He’d lick along your opening until you beg for him to stop, then he’d be hard again and start all over. All while not letting you feel his dick.

You’d be unsatisfied like he’s been all these painful weeks without you. The desperate pleading and whiny noises that would escape you would get him there quickly too. Fortunately for you, your pussy feels so good around his fingers, he knows he’d be a fool not to paint your insides tonight.

He looks back at the quiet woods surrounding the van, no one is there, but the thought of someone actually peaking from behind a tree to watch and listen to him fuck you until you’re a sobbing mess makes it hotter. They can see how good he, only himself, can make you feel. They can grow envious of how well you take him, all while not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Of course, he’s being dramatic. No one is there. But it doesn’t mean he won’t put on a show.

He smirks when he turns back to you.

“Why? Scared someone will see you being a complete slut for me? Scared someone will hear you?”

You shake your head. “N-no, it’s just-”

He enters you quickly, pushing in so deep your body can’t help but clench in an effort to push out the penetrative object. You hold back a loud scream as he takes you suddenly.

You arch your back.

“Fuck..nno..I..” you press your hands against his chest. 

“Hmmm what was that?” He pulls out then pushes in again. You feel every ridge, every vein. Even after all this time, you still have each and every inch memorized. It’s like he owns you. Like he’s made you into his own personal fuck toy.

He grabs your waist with both hands and pulls out then pushes all the way back in like he’s trying to beat some world record for deepest penetration.

He goes even deeper than before, knocking the wind out of your chest.

This time, you can’t hold back, you scream loudly and grab his shoulders with both hands. “Jaehyun! I can’t-!”

He chuckles then places both ankles on his shoulders. He places his hand on your stomach. “Relax, my love, have you forgotten how I feel?”

He pulls out completely then pushes in again. He clicks his tongues. “Shame..now this will take more time.”

He stays in and rubs his hand along your stomach while you pant.

You push his pelvis away as your head falls back. “Too much!”

“Nothing is too..” he thrusts. “Much..” he thrusts harder then pulls out. “For..” he thrusts hard enough to shake the entire van.

“You..” he pulls out then pushes completely in again, ruthlessly fucking you to fit him. “I know my good girl can handle it.”

You whine and shake your head. “Jaehyun! Ahhh..I ca-..” he shuts you up with a kiss, licking over your bottom lip and swallowing your tongue as you cry. Your nails dig tiny craters into his back while he drives you insane.

He pulls away and kisses your jaw. “So..tight, my love.” He starts to suck your neck hard.

You feel his hands grip you tightly to hold you still. Tears fall from the sides of your eyes after feeling so stuffed you might break. 

But within a few minutes, you’re meeting him halfway, swaying your hips slightly to get him to hit that spot. You can’t stop mewling and telling him how good it feels. Your head falls back, your mouth falls open. He controls your body with every movement he makes, fulfilling every filthy desire you’ve had for him these last few days. How could you ever hope to be satisfied by anyone else? You want to praise him, you need to praise him. And so you do, chanting his name over and over in between faint and breathy yes’.

“See? You take me so well.” He watches your boobs move up and down with each thrust and even in this dull van, you are vibrant. Your beauty is that of angels that only grace this earth for minutes at a time before returning to heaven. He’s never seen anything like it.

He loves everything about you, from the curve of your top lip to your warm thighs, he can’t get enough. 

“My pretty girl..” he runs his hand down the center of your chest as one hand holds your waist. His hand goes all the way down, just to hover over your clit.

You look down and moan, but quickly swallow it as it’d be embarrassingly loud.

He only laughs while rubbing circles onto your clit. “Cum for me, baby..I can feel you holding it in. Remember, no one can hear you out here.”

He moves in and out more easily as your slick coats him. He leans forward, biting a nipple while his fingertips massage your clit. “Come on..give it to me, sweetheart, I missed you.”

And so you do. You shake and hold his arms for stability, crying out his name amongst swear words only nature can hear. “Good girl…” he teasingly flicks his tongue against your nipple while staying inside you.

Your hand caresses his scalp as you start to come down. You breathe heavily, quickly building sweat on your body.

He leans back and pulls out slowly, staring down at your entrance that leaks all over the floor of the van.

“Give me another one sweetheart, you’re so pretty like this.”

You shake your head. “I’m sensitive..I just need-.” But it’s too late, he’s already slid his slender fingers back into you, brushing against your walls so he can coat them with his own slick. “Wait!”

Your fingernails find his back and scratch into him again as he moves faster. “S-slow…please.”

“You said you’d follow my orders..” he pulls out completely, then pushes his fingers into you. He lays on his side while you still lay on your back, trying to regain your composure.

He watches as your eyes and legs close tightly.

“Let me see my pretty girl..” He swats your legs apart then rubs your clit mercilessly with his other hand. 

“Hnn..not yet, please..” you gasp as you feel the pressure of his fingertips.

“That’s it, right?” He says as he finds your sweet spot. He kisses your lips, swallowing your whimpers. You start to melt.

You can’t take it anymore, you yell his name out into the night and grab his wrist as you climax again. He chuckles, then removes your hand so he can keep moving. A puddle builds under you as your entire body loses all sense of control. “Good girl..look at the mess you’re making.”

You pant and your mouth falls open.

He places his fingers into it. “Taste yourself.” 

You lick around his fingers but his other hand still circles around your clit at a fast pace. Your eyes widen. “Don’t look so shocked.” He gives a sly smile. 

You squirm in his arms, picking your body up from the floor, but his toned body won’t let you escape. 

“It’s what you want..what you need.” He turns you on your side and hugs you tightly from behind. You reach out for the back of the driver seat to try to pull yourself away from him, but your fingertips just brush the black leather.

Jaehyun chuckles.

“Where are you going? You have to give me more..” he holds you tightly against him, entering you once more. 

“No more, please!” you push against his hips, but there’s no use. He continues to hold onto you and make you mush.

He moves repeatedly as you reach out for anything to grab, but only finding the cold metal of the van.

“Jaehyun!” Your head falls back. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling that ache in the pit of your stomach grow stronger. You have no choice but to accept that he won’t let you go. He stimulates you so well, you wonder how you can cry out for release, but desire more at the same time.

“Imagine someone IS out there..imagine they’re watching us and touching themselves right now..you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he whispers into your ear.

Unfortunately, your pussy betrays you by clenching at the possibility.

He chuckles lowly and it makes goosebumps raise. “That’s my girl..you like people watching you take my seed…it’s gonna be so deep inside, and you’re gonna show them how well you hold it in for me like a good girl, right?”

All you can do is whimper. 

He chuckles when seeing how mesmerized you are by him. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out.

“What if I keep you here? Breed you over and over?” He places his hand on your stomach again. “You’d be even prettier with a swollen belly and big, full tits. What do you say?“

You moan loudly and tremble.

Everything he says pushes you closer, you can’t think straight, you want to feel him everywhere. He’s all you can think about. 

“Sweetheart? I need an answer.” He nips the back of your neck.

“Yes..yes!”

You quiver around him. His steamy breath hits the back of your ear while he bends over you.

“Yes that’s it, this pretty pussy wants more and more..it’s never satisfied.” His low voice ruins you.

You clench uncontrollably and cum again, this time you lose your breath and nearly pass out. You’re so weak, all you can focus on is steadying your body.

He turns you over onto your stomach, grabbing your ass before staring at your dripping and swollen entrance.

He slides his dick in between the slit to tease both himself and you, watching as you flinch from the sensation. “You’re so wet today, maybe I’ll fuck you in public more often.”

His hands grip your waist once more, pulling you back onto his cock. 

He pushes into you slowly this time. His arms wrap tightly around your chest as if he is afraid you’ll slip away at any moment. His fingers pinch your nipples as he groans.

“You smell so good..” his face rests on the back of your neck, he kisses it and breathes heavily. 

You moan as he moves slowly against your aching walls.

“Are you ready to take it all?”

You nod and whimper. “Yes.” There’s no point in telling him you’re still reeling from your last climax and are too sensitive for the next one. He needs you now and he won’t stop for anything.

“Say it.”

“I..l” you close your eyes tightly.

“Come on sweetheart, look at me.” He places a hand to your chin to turn your head towards his. You look over your shoulder and into the eyes of the dark haired man bringing you to the edge with deliciously long strokes. He’s beautiful, a work of art even.

With your eyes locked you lick your lips. “Make me yours…I need you..”

Jaehyun’s movement stutters. He holds himself back from cumming just from your words and glossy eyes alone. He can’t believe this is real, he can’t believe he isn’t dreaming of making love to you right now and is actually doing it.

He kisses you and groans into your mouth, while your fingers still intertwine with his hair. His grip on your hip tightens and he moves faster.

“I need you too, my love..so badly.. keep me in”

“Yes..yes!” You arch your back again. You can’t believe yourself right now. Thirty minutes ago you wanted to kill this man, and yet, here you are allowing him to fuck your brains out and make you so stupid you can only think about being full enough to bear children for him.

His fingers move to your clit again and you see stars, your body tenses and you can’t stop clenching around him. 

You feel his abs flex on your back. “You can handle it right? Please..please tell me you can.” He speaks right over your round lips, and his voice is higher now. You gasp at the sound of his suddenly desperate and breathy pleas.

“God yes! I can! I’m your good girl..” you cry out. He feels so good, you can’t take it. You know you sound pathetic, but it doesn’t matter. The idea of being fucked until you’re leaking for days is so hot to you, it’s nothing but embarrassing.

“Tell me..you love me..tell me…please.” His voice cracks slightly in between his groans.

You look into his glossy eyes, searching them for a light that will tell you how he truly feels. You hesitate to tell him the truth. Not for fear that it will break his heart, but that it will break yours.

You love him, however, it’s never enough to make him stay.

“I love you..”

“Again..” he pants.

“I love..you.” 

“Again..”

“I love you, Jaehyun.” You whimper.

“Again, sweetheart..” he moves faster, feeling dizzy with how tightly you hold him.

“Jaehyun..please..I love you..Jaehyun.”

His fingertips dig into your skin. “One more.” He could listen to you chant his name in between “I love you’s” all day and night.

“I love you so much..I need you.” You let out as your body grows weaker.

“Yes, that’s it..I’m here for you, my love..take it.” He releases deep inside you, moving slowly to ensure you have every drop. He holds you fast against him until he’s sure your skin will be sore for a few days.

You moan loudly, convulsing around him before your body collapses.

“Fuck...” he lets out breathlessly when he pulls out. He lays down beside you and hugs you from behind for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry..”

You brace yourself, you can’t believe he’s doing this again. “..for what?”

“For ruining your beautiful set..I’ll get you another one.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

You both get up and try to get dressed with what’s left.

Jaehyun takes his shirt up and drapes it over you. You tie the remnants of your dress around your hips to turn it into a skirt. You then get into the passenger seat as he gets into the driver seat, and head home.

When you’re halfway there, you notice Jaehyun doesn’t head in the direction of your place. “Wait..where-“

“I’m taking you home.” He drives with one hand on the steering wheel. 

“Home?” You smile to yourself, hoping he doesn’t look over to see how excited you are.

Once at his ridiculously large apartment, he runs a bath for you and cleans you thoroughly. You relax in the tub after he places epsom beads into the hot water to soothe your aching body. You close your eyes and feel him gently pour water over your back. It’s quiet. You’re too hoarse to speak, meanwhile Jaehyun is too nervous to say the first word. 

Jaehyun thinks about how much he loves you as never in his life has he pleaded for anything and especially not during sex. He doesn’t know how you do it, but you’ve got a hold on him unlike anything else. After several minutes, he speaks up.

He sits on the edge of the tub. “If you can give me another chance, I promise not to mess it up. I need you.”

You look into his eyes. “..you scare me.”

He stops moving. “I’m sorry.”

“You change your mind and act differently every day, and with no regard for other people. You have to let me know what you want.”

He leans down and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away he kisses your forehead. “Does that answer it?”

You smile softly and nod. 

He then lays you in his bed and after he showers, you fall asleep as he rubs your back and looks onto your soft face.

The truth is, you scare him too. These feelings are all too new to him. He used to live without care for anyone, even himself. Risking his life daily, for he did not care what would happen to him. But now..now he has someone to care for..someone to live for. You are someone he wants to be better for and the power you hold over him for this reason is scary. He felt this longing and care for you even before you let him touch you. Just being your friend was something he was grateful for, but now that you returned his feelings, he truly felt the magnitude of his desire for you.

The next morning, you’re happy to see you’re still in Jaehyun’s arms.

He’s happy to feel you next to him in reality, he doesn’t have to dream about it for once.

[The Next Night]

Johnny loosens his tie as he watches his neighbor pull into his driveway. He sits in his car before heading into his house, sighing while looking out into the night sky. One day, just one day, he’d like to be able to leave work on time. Overtime is his least favorite thing in the world—just in front of gang leaders of course. They make his job incredibly difficult. As the lead detective in his unit, he always has to pick up where the officers slack off at. To make matters worse, he went to his favorite spot for lunch, but the owner wasn’t there for once. He just hopes she’s okay. Maybe she’s getting some well deserved rest finally, he thinks to himself. Although, he finds it odd that you did promise to let him try out a new recipe for an Italian inspired bread. You were so excited when you spoke to him about it two days ago, and yet, you didn’t show.

“And the final touch is oregano! I’m so excited about it, you have to try it on Thursday for me! I trust your opinion.” You said with a wide smile as you sat with him. 

“Cute.” He thought to himself as he watched your eyes crinkle.

Suddenly, something catches Johnny’s eye. His neighbor’s front driver window is broken or rather-crumbling apart as he drives in.

He leaves his car and walks over to him.

“What happened?” Johnny’s brows furrow.

His neighbor jumps, startled by the deep voice just behind (and above) his head.

“Oh! UHhh hmmm..well..I work at a bank you know..sometimes people uhhh think I take money home with me haha!” The banker laughs loudly.

Johnny stands there with a stern expression. He doesn’t find it funny.

The banker then clears his throat. “Yeah umm someone broke into it..”

“Did you see them?”

“..kinda.” He shrugs

“Oh that’s terrible..come by tomorrow to submit an official re-“

“No!” The banker raises his voice suddenly, shocking Johnny into stillness.

“I mean..it’s all good, it’s not necessary. I was out on unofficial business anyway!”

Johnny continues. “Are you sure?”

“Yup! I have insurance too so it’ll be fixed within 24 hours! You have a good night!” He waves and starts to walk away.

Johnny watches and wonders why he’d be so nonchalant about the entire thing.

“Quick question..” he calls out and the banker turns hesitantly.

“What did they look like? I’d like to at least know that in case they continue to rob others in the city.”

“Of course! Although..I can’t describe him well..”

“It was a man?”

“Yes..that much I know.. a relatively tall man..he wore all black..a thick black turtleneck and black mask so I couldn’t see anything..”

“What did he use to break into your car?”

The banker chuckles. “You’re not gonna believe this but..he used his fist.”

Johnny’s eyes grow. What kinda maniac breaks through glass like that?

“Anyway! Goodnight!” The banker runs off into his house.

[Two Days Later]

You head back into work like normal, returning after receiving calls from a numerous amount of people asking where you were. It’s unlike you to be missing from your bakery for so long.

Truth is, you and Jaehyun spent A LOT of time together. Each time you tried to recover from your..sessions..Jaehyun would start all over again. It’s clear to see he missed you dearly. Luckily, you knew he didn’t just miss your body. He missed laughing with you too. You watched movies together and he even cooked for you. You couldn’t be happier to be in an official relationship with him.

“I’ll see you later.” You kiss his cheek and pull away. The two of you were leaning against his car, unconcerned about whoever saw you flirting with each other for 15 minutes.

Johnny watches from inside the bakery, sitting at the counter and sipping his coffee.

He looks at Jaehyun who wears a simple black T-shirt and jeans. The tall man looked good, but not as good as he’d look without all those ridiculous drawings in his body. He chuckles, is that jealousy he feels? He could end all of this by just arresting Jaehyun. You’d be safe, he’d be put behind bars finally.. Johnny knows what Jaehyun does, however he  doesn’t have enough evidence to put him away for a long time. Jaehyun kept things clean.

What are you doing with him? With a dangerous man that has tattoos covering his neck and arms?

“..covering his neck..” Johnny looks at the counter as he thinks to himself

a thick black turtleneck…

He remembers the banker's description. Who wears a thick black turtleneck in June? Normally, robbers wore a hoodie or thin sweatshirt

His eyes float back up to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun pulls you back for one final kiss and that’s when Johnny sees it.

A bruised right hand with little cuts along his knuckles.

Johnny’s eyes widen, but he quickly becomes calm when you walk in with a wide smile. “Hi! How are you?” You say with a grin.

You’re glowing, and Johnny feels that jealousy tinge in his chest again.

He takes a moment to respond. You put your bags down in the back then come back out while putting your apron on.

“Johnny? Everything okay?”

“Oh! Yes..yes of course…I see you took some time off.”

You smile brightly. “Yes! I needed a little break. I’m glad Mark was able to keep the place in one piece.” You laugh as you look around the somewhat clean bakery.

“Where did you go?”

“Oh..I was here..I mean, in the city..I just spent some time with my..boyfriend.” You smile even harder and giggle to yourself.

He forces a smile. “That’s nice to hear, y/n. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Thanks, Johnny!” You start to load the display with freshly baked cookies and cupcakes as Johnny gets back to drinking his coffee.

If you knew the kind of person Jaehyun was..why would you decide to date him? Jaehyun had to have been hiding his identity from you, Johnny thinks to himself.

And robbing a banker? That’s a low, petty crime for Jaehyun. Why would he do something like that himself? Surely, he’d have one of his minions do it? There were many questions on Johnny’s mind as he sipped quietly. He knows he has to find the answers quickly so he can free you from the deadly man that is Jaehyun.

To Be Continued....

[changbinsboobs]

Changbin as husband is next I'm curious for his and hyunjinss

This is the longest fucking reading I've ever had so i just HAD to split it in 2 parts so bear with me. I love him but i hate him right now😩 (no i don't)

Husband Series: Changbin pt. 1

Ugh...that guy🫠 i bet you if i let him use up my whole deck he would. The amount of "ok last card" i had to say...and yet there was still so much gushing put...and ugh, i just can't stress enough how much into details he is and how much he wants to stress on them and make sure they don't go unnoticed or get misunderstood or overlooked. Reminds me so much of my audhd friend😭. Anyways back on track - tho i don't even know where to begin from, i really think he used up half my deck. I just counted 23 cards😳 i do indeed draw a lot for the others too but thats just next level. Not on topic but i think he's a really chatty drunk😂 now i wanna read on them when drunk🙌🏻😂

Ok soooo since i have so many cards ill try to combine them as much as i can and keep the messages as concise as possible so this post doesn't become a novel - the overall energy i noticed here is not so much emphasis on him as a husband but overall him as a partner in a committed relationship. Which leads me to believe he himself doesn't view marriage with such dread as the others did (there wasn't really any dread with felix bust still a certain anxiety around responsibilities, meanwhile that with changbin is absolutely nonexistent). I would say he seems himself as capable and even ready to take on that responsibility and role if the opportunity presents itself and i think he believes he'll do a good job. He's responsible, capable and can take care of it. I actually sense a feeling of pride in him about that.

Another MAJOR theme is him being a "simp" for his partner (he insists on wife). There are many cards that im trying to sum up:

He's very protective over her and doesn't let anyone say shit about her, he's giving me guard dog vibes. Also a big bodyguardy. I can see him when being out with her eyeing people and being on alert and just idk, looking scary as to scare of any weirdos before they even think about trying something. And to clear any misunderstandings up, im really not getting this coming from jealousy (not that its not there, it is😂, but its just 10% reason, out of 100), but rather because he wants the woman he loves to feel safe and protected around him. He wants her to be able to relax and trust that he will always have her back and keep her safe. He wants her pretty little witty head not to be bothered by ANYTHING!

More from the simpy train - looks up to her a lot and kinda puts her a bit on a pedestal. This is not a very debilitating energy but feels rather like something he has made peace with and accepts - which is that she is indeed better than him and he can never be able to reach her, which means he is incredibly lucky and appreciative of the fact a woman like that has chosen him and he tries whatever he can to live up to her standard and continue to give her reasons to stay with him and continue to love him. Although she can never love him as much as he does (thats his thought🥲). But as i said this doesn't feel victimy to me at all but rather just seems realistic to him and he's a big boy and can accept reality for what it is and choose to feel lucky instead of beating himself up for not being good enough and self sabotage. Im actually really shocked looking at his energy because i can really feel the strength of his mind and ughh just how innovative and flexible he is. His will is just astounding and making me really happy, despite him obviously having some issues he doesn't let himself be defined by it and chooses to spin them to him favor. What an amazing guy💗

Back to the reading - so he spends a lot of time in his head, doing A LOT of 2 things. One is being thinking of his girl and what he can do to make her happy, analyzing previous conversations to see if he missed something or if he has remembered everything. Contemplating if she maybe gave him a hint about something, or if she maybe looked hesitant with something. Maybe her body language was off? He notes that. If there was any difference in her behaviour today, if she looked different. He's really putting LOTS of energy thinking about her and analyzing her and her behaviour. Again this doesn't seem to come from distrust (although he thinks of that as well, its just not his motivator, he just considers everything, thats why) but rather for his own feeling of safety. I think he is a very thoughtful and analyzing and sensitive person in nature so this may be something he always does, except when its something very important to him, and a relationship at that - he does it even more intensely. He doesn't only think about and analyze her tho. He does that to him too, to their relationship as well. He just wants to have a good understanding and overview of everything that is happening in the relationship so he has a sense of control and safety. You can always fix something if you know its broken. Or beginning to bend. You can fix the problem before the branch brakes i think is what he wants to say. And he wants things to run as smoothly as possible with them, and once again he has taken on the responsibility to make his girls life as easy and carefree as possible and how can that happen if he leaves the whole relationship in her hands?! He can't, so he doesn't his part very diligently and tries to keep up on the same level as her, emotional-intelligence-wise.

He also doesn't to just thinking but planing & organizing. So i think he takes lots of care for other stuff too like planing and booking fun dates. If he cant attend then books fun stuff for her. Provide her with the needed tools/means for her to be able to create, to indulge in her hobbies. He really loves that feminine creator energy and really wants to do his best to encourage and provide an encouraging environment for his wife to get in her feminine creator energy and bring him joy with it. Also thats really random but he's always ready and loves giving her massages😂💗(after her long day of crafting). He just loves hearing about it, seeing the excitement in her voice and face. It charges him.

He also spends lots of time fantasizing about her. Reminiscing wonderful dates, imagining potential future ones, creating scenarios etc. He's just A LOT in his head, his mind is really really active, and its very occupied with his love. Also another random message, commitment and love are tied with him somehow. Im seeing he cant commit if he doesn't love but he also cant love if he can't commit. So i would say he's very extreme-y. Like he's either all in or all out. No middle ground. What i mean is he HAS to be this intense in a relationship because for him thats commitment, THATS expressing love. And if he's not able to do that, then his love and interest and enthusiasm begin to fade away. He HAS to be able to be like that in a relationship and i think often he has been labeled (or was) just WAYYY TOO MUCH for the girls he has been in a relationship with. Im seeing he can get very overwhelming and overbearing if the person he's with just isn't the person to enjoy that kind of commitment and effort. But to go back to the cards, he also fantasizes about physical stuff too, for example he's riding in the car, and for the whole ride he's imagining and giggling and wiggling his feet and twirling his hairs because he plays over and over how that one time while they were still just dating she looked him in the eyes with that wet sexy look, and how his whole body got shivers and his stomach dropped and his heart skipped and his palms got sweaty and he swears some saliva started dripping out the corner of his mouth and his knees got weak and he almost felt like he was gonna black out and by the time he came back to his senses she was already sooo close to his lips and them BAM. Fireworks everywhere. He can never forget how that wonderful kiss felt and how sweet the sexual tension and anticipation before it was. He plays stuff like that OVER AND OVER again the whole damn day.

While being on physical stuff, he is pretty horny ill say. But not in a bunny way,m where he wants to fuck 5 times a day, but rather when around his girl he's always half way up, always ready to rise for the occasion iykwim. I think he gets *excited*👀 very easily and is just really weak when it comes to his girl. He's always ready to deliver whenever she ask, whatever she asks. Als im seeing once again he's a giver (and despite him loving head so much) he's focused on her pleasure and he can off just from watching her enjoy...whatever it is. So yeah thats that😂

Bro im so tired im thinking about doing this in 2 parts😭 im just halfway. Ok yk what im splitting it.

[kissingraine]

hello! i really like your sentinel x megatron drabble and was happy to find that there's someone else who also liked that crackship. this isnt an ask, more like a thank you for letting me know im not alone in this💝

aww, hi!🥹 I'm happy that you like my stuff! Even if it was mech-on-mech brainrot lmaooo— there are tons of Sentinel x Megatron stuff out there. Just gotta find the good ones. ik you didn't ask for it but here's a lil follow-up just because:^) thank you to the blog that recommended Surrogate on AO3, it's a fantastic read if you haven't already, anon!

CONTENT WARNING; uhh 18+, minors DNI, mech-on-mech, not proofread<3

Do I Wanna Know? — TF One Sentinel x Megatron

The cell was dim. Intimate yet suffocating even without the addition of his shackles. Sentinel's head was bowed, kneeling on cold metal without being bound. He didn't need it anymore. Not when Megatron had installed a collar. Not when the supreme leader of the Decepticons rewired his entire frame to go into heat at command. And especially not when his traitorous systems were lighting up with feverish want, thrumming in tune with the override signal now pulsing from the collar around his neck.

It didn't feel like code. It felt like Megatron's touch. Like fingers curling in his spark chamber with gentle cruelty that threatened to consume him. His T-cog was given back at least. Only because Megatron liked seeing him try and hide just how obvious the collar affected him. Sentinel grit his denta hard enough to crack. His frame was overheating, internal fans already working overtime to cool him down for the last joor. Slick dripped down his thighs, spike half-pressurized unbidden yet clearly wanting. A buzzing ache built inside him, too hot to contain.

Wrong.

Violent. Feral.

And Megatron? He watched like he always did, leaning against the doorframe in routine. Like he didn't just hijack the ex-Prime's body and left him to melt on the floor of his throne room behind metal bars. His abdominal strut cramps once and he groans quietly, reacting to the silver mech's presence already.

“You're resisting,” drawled Megatron, striding forward until he was in front of the cage's entrance. His heavy frame moving like a storm barely restrained, growling rumbling through him like thunder. “Why?”

Sentinel couldn't help but snarl, but it cracks halfway through. Half drunk on heat. “Because this isn't me, you monster—!”

The door opens and Megatron walks in while Sentinel shudders like he's just been touched by live wire. Can't help it that he's reaching for him, clenching his servos into a fist to avoid doing just that. “It is you,” Megatron insists, crouching down to optic-level. “It's you without all that pathetic posturing. All that Prime rhetoric. All that fake honor.”

He catches Sentinel's chin with a firm grip, so commanding it makes the ex-Prime yank himself away but fail to succeed anyway.

“You want to be clean,” purred the Decepticon, thumb smearing lubricant off Sentinel's inner thigh, twitching and sensitive only for Megatron to lift it to his intake and swipe a glossa over the slickness of his lubricant. “But you're filthy. You were always flithy.”

“F-ffrag you.” Sentinel whimpered, thighs flexing at the slightest of touches.

“Patience, Prime. You will.”

A low growl rumbled in Megatron's chest, something unhinged simmering beneath those half-lidded scarlet optics now—something twisted and hungry. Not just lust. Or revenge. Something darker. Needier. And it's purely on instinct that the Prime braces himself on all fours when the ‘Con finally circles behind him. Processor fogged with heat while something animalistic overrides his command logic.

His valve cycling open wetly in preparation as Megatron presses against the mech's backstrut, venting heat down his nape while he releases his spike and grinds it along the seam. Not penetrating. Not yet. Just teasing and torturing the other. “You should be in chains,” Megatron whispers, dragging rough servos over Sentinel's trembling hips. “But this is better. You're on your knees by choice. Heat begging for me and your valve drooling on my floors.”

The Prime bit back a sob, feeling his optics flood with salty lubricant. “I hate you.”

“I know,” and Sentinel freezes like the words shock him. Megatron murmuring in his audio receptors to cup the ex-Prime's twitching spike, feeling him arch back with canting hips to relieve himself of the ache. Dividing Sentinel's already heated attention with a stroking caress. It was almost too easy. “And still, I think about how we could've been every night.”

He tugs on Sentinel's drooling spike faster, making the upright mech shudder and clamp a servo over his mouth shut as though it did anything to muffle to sinful noises that spilled through the gap of his digits. Pure, gold wings twitching with sensitivity.

Megatron tugged again—slower now, cruel in his precision. Just enough to make Sentinel’s spike pulse with the threat of overload, but never enough to tip him over. His palm was broad and warm, ridged plating catching along the sensitive cables with every pump, while his thumb flicked over the venting slit at the tip. Over and over.

The Prime gasped, biting harder into his own palm, valve dripping freely between spread thighs. Wings twitching erratically, betraying his arousal to the air.

"Don't hold back," Megatron said, stroking firmer. “Let me hear you. It’s the only honest thing that ever comes out of your mouth.”

Sentinel sobbed against his hand as Megatron twisted his wrist, coaxing more transfluid from the tip. The sound was wet. Embarrassing. And it only got louder when he used both servos—one wrapped tightly around the base, the other pressing down flat against the swollen head. He rubbed slow circles there, smearing the leaking fluid into the already flushed spikehead with relentless focus.

Sentinel's hips bucked. He didn’t even mean to.

“You’re going to overload just from my hands,” Megatron growled, something dark and reverent bleeding into his voice. “So weak, Prime. Or maybe you’ve been waiting for this.”

Sentinel whined, voice gone high and wrecked, knees shaking.

“N-no— I don’t— don’t do this—”

Megatron leaned down, spike grinding against Sentinel’s soaked valve lips as his hands never stopped working. “Too late,” he rasped. “You’re almost there.”

Sentinel screamed.

The overload ripped through him, molten and humiliating. His spike twitched violently in Megatron’s grip, painting the mech’s claws with thick, hot transfluid that he didn’t bother wiping away. His frame collapsed partially, supported only by trembling arms as his valve spasmed open, heat-cycle scent now overpowering the room.

And that’s when he felt it. Megatron’s spike pressing right against his folds.

Thick. Hot. Rock hard.

But… twitchy. Unsteady.

Unfamiliar.

He froze.

His own body was still clenching in post-overload spasms, but he twisted just enough to glance over his shoulder.

"You— You're shaking,” he whispered, disbelieving. “You…?”

Megatron paused just for a second. Then leaned over him fully, his entire weight bearing Sentinel down into the cooling slab beneath them. “I’ve never,” he said quietly, optics glowing like coals. “Not with anyone.”

Sentinel’s processor stuttered.

“W-what?”

“I’ve dreamed about it,” Megatron whispered, lining himself up. “About you. About this. For decacycles. But I never took it.”

He pressed forward, and Sentinel arched—a helpless, traitorous moan spilling from his throat.

“I was waiting for something worth conquering,” Megatron breathed into his neck. “And now…”

A long, slow grind—no full thrust yet—just pressure.

“Now I’m going to lose it inside the thing I hate most.”

Sentinel sobbed again.

But he didn’t move away.

(*uhh insert Do I wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys here because Tumblr won't let me put it in🧍🏻‍♀️*)

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

ten

emily immediately hands you a shot when you walked over to the group. you smile before taking it. emily cheers with the rest of the team.

aaron walks over to you and you smile. he gently puts his hands on your waist and greets you with a kiss.

“hi.”

“hi, honey. i missed you.”

“missed you too. couldn’t sleep without you beside me.”

“sorry i didn’t come home. i had a meeting with strauss and then paper work.”

you simply shake your head. “it’s okay. just glad you’re back.”

“alright! enough love birds. let’s get drunk!” emily lifts her glass. you playfully push her before ordering a drink yourself. you all gather at a table and sit down.

derek was the first person to talk.

“so? you gonna tell us how this happened or are we just gonna guess?”

aaron rest his hands on your knee. “i don’t know. we just connected.”

“come on, boss man! that can’t be it. that’s not how you describe someone you love.”

“he’s being honest, derek. we talked, got to know each other, we connected on a deeper level.”

“i haven’t been in love like this in such a long time. im happy.” aaron shrugs his shoulders.

penelope cheers. “im sorry, sir! it’s just—i haven’t heard or seen you this happy in a really long time. all ive wanted for you is to see that smile on your face. the glow in your eyes is so pure. if anyone deserves to be happy it’s you, sir.”

aaron gives penelope a smile. “thanks, garcia. means a lot.”

“when’s the wedding?” dave asked with a smirk.

you and hotch both laugh before shaking your heads. for the rest of the night you all drink and chat. when you get ready to go you and aaron make sure everyone is safe to drive.

aaron opens the passenger door for you before getting in the car himself and driving off. when you get home it’s quiet. jack was currently with jess for the day. you and aaron had the place to yourself.

you and aaron head upstairs. you walk into your bedroom and cuddle up to one another. aaron kisses the top of your head. you were both too tired to change out of your clothes. you just fell asleep in each others arms.

when you woke up aaron was gone. you see a note on his pillow with your name. you open it with a smile.

good morning, honey.

when you wake i’ll probably be gone. just wanted to let you know that jack will probably be a little late home. he has a parent teacher conference and normally jess goes when im not available.

i didn’t know if you would want to be involved in jack’s schooling this much. i don’t wanna overwhelm you. if you feel otherwise the meeting is right after classes end. please let me know.

love you x

you grab your cellphone to text aaron. you let him know it’s no trouble going to jacks school. he thanks you before telling you he loves you and he’ll text you later.

you get out of bed to head downstairs and make breakfast. after you finish eating you head back upstairs and take a shower. once you finished you grab the paper you wrote the other day of things you needed. finally being able to run errands you grab your car keys and head out the door.

when you get to the store you grab the things you need. once you finished you head to the children clothing aisle. you knew jack needed a new pair of play shoes. the ones he have are pretty much destroyed.

you grab at least two new pair. you suddenly feel something hit your leg. you look down to see a red ball. you grab it before a little girl comes into view. she looks at you shyly. you bend down and give the ball to her.

“sorry! she got away from me.”

“it’s alright. she’s adorable.”

“thank you!”

“how old is she?”

“how old are you amber?.”

“two!” she cheers

“what about you? how olds yours?”

you furrow your brows confused. she points to the pair of shoes.

“oh—im the nanny. sorta. it’s complicated. but not really.”

the woman laughs. “it’s okay. im also the nanny! i get what you mean. the kids become a part of you. they’re like your own. and her parents become your family as well. it’s a great feeling.”

you nod your head.

“if you ever wanna hang out a few other nannies like to go out when we’re off. if you’re ever free you can call at any time. my names hope. here’s my number. text me any time!”

“thank you. that’s sweet. nice to meet you amber.” you wave before walking away. you head to the checkout.

when you get home you put everything away. you look at the time and decide to head to jacks school. once you park you head inside the building.

when jack sees you he runs over towards you. you smile at the boy. “hi, jacksters!”

“hi, yn! are you here to talk to my teacher?”

you simply nod your head before jack leads you to his teachers classroom. once there the teacher smiles at you. you shake her hand before sitting across from her.

“you must be jacks step mom? he told me so much about you!”

you blush at that. “im—im his dads girlfriend, yes.”

“well, jack talks highly of you! speaking of, jack is doing excellent! he’s already reading at a fifth grade level.”

“really? that’s great!”

“mhm! he tells me you read to him every night.”

“yes! we’re currently reading the percy jackson series. sea and monsters is what we’re on now. we should be finished by tomorrow.”

“that’s excellent!”

jack teacher continues giving you updates on jack and his schooling. once you finished up you grab jack and head out the door. you buckle jack in the backseat before getting in the drivers seat and heading home.

“so, you told your teacher about me?”

“i did!”

“what did you say?”

jack smiles. “just told her you and daddy love each other and one day you’ll be married.”

“yeah? you think so?”

“yeah! you and daddy are gonna get married. i just know it!”

you never felt so much love before. it’s not aaron—though you love him so much!—it’s jack. it’s a different kind of love. the love you have for your kid. you know jacks not biologically yours, you still love him like your own. you would love to get married to aaron. you’d love to make jack your step-son officially. be a family with aaron.

you know you haven’t been with aaron too long to even think about marriage. people would think you were crazy. but you felt like you’ve known aaron a life time. you just knew you’d marry him someday. and if jack felt that way as well, you just knew it was meant to be.

“what do you want for dinner, baby?”

jack thinks about it. “can we have those nachos you made last time? daddy doesn’t make ‘em like that. i like yours better.”

you chuckle. “anything you want!”

when you get home you immediately start making dinner. it was a little late so you weren’t surprised when you heard the front door open. you felt aaron’s arms being wrapped around you.

he squeezed you waist and kissed your cheek. “smells good, honey.”

“your son wanted my nachos. he said i make them different and better.” you stuck your tongue out.

“you’re his mom! of course you’d make it better.” he smiles.

your heart pounds. aaron noticed the change in your behavior. he frowns as he looks at you. “are you okay, honey?”

“it’s—would you be okay with that? if—if jack decided to call me mom?” you clear your throat.

“why? did he say something to you?”

“not in so many words. he’s—he talked to his teacher about us, he told me somethings about us getting married, i think he called me his step mom to the teacher. it’s just—i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. if you’re not okay with it aaron, i can talk to him.”

“honey,” aaron kisses the top of your head. “if and when he does, ill be happy! it means jack thinks of you as a motherly figure. he already does. i just want you to be happy and i want jack to be happy. if him calling you mom makes you happy, so be it. would that make you happy?”

you nod your head as you burry your head in his chest. “i love you.” aaron whispers.

“i love you too, aar. you mean the world to me.”

“yeah?”

“mhm!”

“im gonna take a shower.”

“okay. dinner should be done when you get out. enjoy your shower, baby.”

aaron smacks your ass as you turn around to finish dinner. you yelp as he turns with a smirk.

once dinner was ready you make jack a plate before calling him. jack comes downstairs and sits down at the dinner table. about twenty minutes later aaron comes downstairs while you head up to tuck jack in.

once you finished reading the book you look at jack before speaking. “may i ask you something, baby?”

“mhm.”

“do you want to call me mom? it’s no pressure if you don’t. i just—ive noticed how you’ve been bringing it up occasionally.”

jack bites his bottom lip. aaron told you he never done that before you. he’s inherited some traits from you. that made you smile knowingly.

“maybe. i just didn’t wanna upset you or daddy.” he frowns.

“oh, baby! you won’t upset us. daddy and i talked about it. if you—if you ever wanna call me mom you have our full permission, okay? we both love you so much. we’ll do anything to see you smile. if that means you wanna call me mom, we’re all for it.”

“so i can call you mom? any time i want?”

“of course, baby. any time.”

jack smiles.

“now, why don’t you get some sleep? got school tomorrow. goodnight, baby.”

“goodnight, mom.”

your heart skips before you kiss his forehead and leave.

aaron was standing beside the door. you were a little startled before he kisses you passionately.

“how’d that feel? being called mom?”

“it felt—im a lost of words. it felt so incredible, aar!”

aaron chuckles softly before the two of you walk hand and hand in your shared bedroom. you lie in bed and hold one another before falling asleep peacefully.

[lovelykil]

ohhmggg YOU HXH FAN?2!3?2 im so happy i love hxh and im looking forward to any stuff youll post out!

im not sure if you’re allowing hxh requests as of right now since ur still deciding, so can i req NNN w/ stan, kyle, n kenny? but y/n keeps trying to make them fail and acts innocent :3

─Headcanons─

main 3 x reader older ver.

hc; trying to make the 3 fail nnn

cw; I think u alr know

note; HELPP why didn't I think of this?? omg. Also YESS I'm writing for hxh as of now :3 if you have any requests tell me if it's a killua one I might explode (good thing) I love lobelobelovelbvevvevwv him 😣🙏🏾 ⤵

Kyle─

I swear I feel like there's was an ep about this but I just don't remember..

anyway

I feel like Kyle wouldn't participate in such an activity because he's too busy with school and NOT pumping out white stuff from his genitals.

He thinks nnn is dumb 🤷🏾‍♀️

"if you think nnn is so dumb why don't you participate in it ky?"

"because I have far more important things to do."

"I think you're bluffing."

"bluffing? Please. I could easily pass it but there's no significant reason why I SHOULD participate in it."

Your brow rose with an amused grin.

"You think you can? Alright, let's test that."

"🧍‍♂️wha-"

He should've never spoken.

Attempt 1.

Desk.

sweat pearls drip down the sides of his face, his mouth hung open letting out weak, gentle noises into your ear, his eyes in daze as you suck on his bare pale skin.

You mark up his neck tracing down to breathe onto his collarbone making him shiver as he attempts to write.

He struggles to give in to your OBVIOUS teasing, he said he could pass this stupid challenge but..

this boy is such whore for hickeys. Your warm breath on his sweaty skin is driving him insane.

"y/n.. stop.. I'm serious.." He begs in a whisper, dropping his pencil to grip the sides of his chair.

You lean away with an innocent smile, having your arms around his neck.

"what?"

"you know what."

"I'm afraid I don't?" You picked at his hair. The ginger leaned away from your reach and shook his head.

"Off."

"huh"

"get off"

"why"

He sighs heavily, looking at you. You smile again, a mischievous one.

He picks up from his lap and sets you on his bed.

"I know what you're doing, and I'm not going to let you make me lose." Kyle leans down to your level, his eyes staring into yours. You bit your lip mischievously with a giggle, you leaned closer.

"You're so cute when you're serious."

He rolled his eyes in response and got up. You laughed watching him walk away back to his desk.

"You look adorable with those hickeys thoughhh"

"Shut up"

Once your laughing died out you sighed softly, watching him do his studies.

you're gonna lose broflovski mark my word.

Did he actually lose or were YOU bluffing?

🧍🏾‍♀️🤔

FIND OUT NEXT TIM-

jk there will be no next time

Kyle is pretty tough, he can hold his 'urges' I guess pretty well

So it took awhile for a second you were just gonna give up but if it weren't for his basketball game lost 😙

He got home and dragged you to his room, locked the door, laid you on the bed, and looked down.

"you win."

"I did?-" your face grew hot, surprised.

he inched down to your exposed neck and breathed. His pale, strong slender hands began to venture down your shirt.

You felt immense butterflies tackle your tummy, causing you squirm a little.

"You wanted this didn't you? Stop acting so scared." He whispered softly yet in such a sensual way that made your body get goosebumps.

"oh god."

Stan—

HELP why do I see him being so confused to what the hell you are doing kissing him all over and shi and he is just like

🧍‍♂️

"what tf are you doing"

tbh I don't see him failing because he does not care to participate like Kyle except he just doesn't wanna

I'm not saying this because I totally had no idea what the hell to put for him, nooo 👩🏾‍🦯

I'm sorry if I was a Stan girlie I would so know, but I love his bsf 🤗

nah but I'd say if you were going to make him fail do it while he's drunk.

He's vulnerable.

With your hands roaming around his chest, you on his lap and the intense eye contact with your grin he's bound to give in with all that alcohol in his system.

He just kinda forgets about the whole nnn thing not like he cared though.

"Soo you lose this month?" You leaned away from his lips. His drunken eyes left your lips and into yours. He graced his thumb along your wet lip.

"Lose what? The nnn thing? Sure whatever."

"Oh so I wi-"

"I said whatever, now c'mere I wanna fuck you to a deftones song."

"o-oh?"

😫😫.

Kenny—

DO I EVEN..

DO I EVEN NEED TOO-

SAY

ANYTHING?..

As SOON as you start to tease him to make him fail

He ALREADY FAILS

he actually failed on the 2nd day cause he thought of you while pleasuring himself on accident

He was trying to edge but he failed lmao

anyway

This man had no intention of really doing this challenge either 😭🙏🏾

Not because he didn't care, didn't wanna no.

Because he loves having sex

Why would he stop for a month? That's torture.

He gladly gives in to your teasing, actually teasing you back.

At first your rubbing yourself on him, bottom to crotch with no care type shi

Next thing you know he's rubbing his tip against your clothed throbbing cunt. Begging him to slide it in already.

"Oh but you wanna tease me, huh?" He smirks, rubbing your legs softly.

You whine, pleading some more until he gives in.

He was bound to lose anyway 👩🏾‍🦯

[askgrantcurly]

ok, big yap time.

so from my understanding, you left because you think he doesnt want to do these little things with you, because you think hes "bearing" it. Right?

but from what ive seen off him, you make him the most happy you can. he's been hurt and he trusts you to know somewhat about that hurt.

it seems like a weird misunderstanding where you think he doesnt want this when it seems like he does and is doing it make you happy because he loves you. he wants you. and you want him to be happy and be himself and to you he cant be that without being in a bad place. Sure hes forcing himself to not be drunk and to look good, but its also because he wanted to do something nice for you. it wasnt because he wasnt being himself, t was because he took a big step in 'recovering' when in reality he just needs time to heal. you said you want him to be himself but being himself does have to involve a *level* of healing.

idk this may not even make sense bc im just trying to make sense of it myself. i hope everything works out okay Curls <3

I broke up with him for a lot of reasons but I think you're right in some areas.

How I see it is we're really different. I like to go out and try new things- sports, foods, spontaneous travel... and Jimmy just isn't that guy. Sure, he'll do it, but how am I supposed to enjoy our time together when I know he's just grinning and bearing it to make me happy. I don't want him to try and warp his way into my life by pretending to like the things I like... the things I want in a relationship.

But I also don't want to compromise what I need in a relationship, OR try and push him into my mold of expectation.

I feel stupid. This all made sense last night and now I'm starting to think I let people get in my head about it.

[marigoldbaker]

omg im so happy youre talking about diane and bojack sharing some tension and feelings while it being always repressed by them and never touched on after s1, even tho the audience can feel its lingering. what do you think wouldve happened if they had gotten together? what kind of messes would they have gotten into?

oh wow this is such a fun question to receive!!! entirely because the whole time i've been watching i've just been like (eyes emoji) about diane and bojack, because i feel like (imo) they have some more-than-just-superficial-attraction romantic feelings for each other. BUT THE THING IS i'm sorta of the mind that they just legitimately cannot get together? like i absolutely cannot see a timeline where that happens, specifically because diane is so fundamentally philosophically opposed to her feelings for bojack. admitting in full that she has feelings for bojack would mean surrendering her efforts to do and be better, which (paradoxically) would mean she's not the person that bojack is so drawn to.

like we actually see them very tentatively brush close to the concept of something romantic happening right after diane's divorce, which i think is soooooooooo telling! that the first time diane entertains a relationship with bojack is when she's drunk and extremely emotionally all over the place and her marriage to the man she admired for his optimism and positivity and cuddly comfort has gone down in flames in large part because SHE was dissatisfied with it (this to me is key. that she was dissatisfied with it. that in a lot of ways in that marriage diane is made to feel like she's the problem element for not just Appreciating Mr. Peanutbutter). she starts going "hey isn't it weird that we're both single? we could both make out :)" and bojack responds by being REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE every time diane hints at anything romantic, because -- again -- they have this fundamental and very fucked up connection that's dependent on her NOT wanting anything to do with him romantically! if diane wants to be with bojack, that's diane saying "i give up. there's no way for me to become a better person. i want to be with someone who's also given up, because that comforts me." no coincidence that their moments of incredibly intense intimacy are literally all diane's lowest points (her crashing at his place in s2, them holing up and getting drunk when her house is underground, her divorce!! hello!)

sooooo i think that might be my answer to your question? i genuinely can't imagine them getting together specifically because their whatever-it-is hinges on them never getting together. the minute diane comes onto bojack, bojack is going to pull back, because he Gets her on this fundamental level and he knows that her coming onto him is her giving up, and i just so cannot see him being comfortable with that. we see sooo many moments when he's Not comfortable with that in the show. i honestly think he's the kindest to diane out of literally everyone we see him with and that is harrowing and also crazy compelling to me. my brain literally melts if i try to imagine them together. i think it would have to be a hyperspecific and INCREDIBLY apocalyptic set of circumstances. probably multiple people either die or are dead.

[asthedeathoflight]

Okay so I was thinking someone should do something adjacent to this band au by @emilywaters but with Rembrandt as the lighting director but i fear that i may be the only person capable of this considering you know. Thats actually my job. But i have too many wips so you're getting this au in post form. Everything I changed from the original post is due to me writing out this entire post before I successfully tracked it down so like it's not me disagreeing I simply forgor.

I'm not sure what like level of fame they were supposed to be in the original but i need them to be doing stadium shows purely for Rembrandt's sake okay she deserves it theyre touring with an ma3 just believe me.

I think Cleon was originally their lead singer but she had to step down for. Reasons. Idk. So the Warriors are hard up bc their producer is on their ass about getting demos recorded for their next album but none of them really feel good about replacing Cleon.

Mercy is a mistreated burnt out pop idol who's just kind of getting listless at this point because she's basically just a prop for a brand and she can't even give a fuck about her music anymore. She meets Swan at a party and they hit it off and get blackout drunk and Swan wakes up the next day with a recording on her phone of Mercy doing a demo of one of the songs she wrote. She takes it in to their producer like here fine theres a demo are you happy and shes like??? Hello???? This is incredible??? Who is this singer??? And Swan is like hahaha. About that.

The producer reaches out to Mercy's management and theyre like um absolutely not she does not want to join your band she's a solo act but then Mercy gets Swan's number somehow and is like i DO wanna join your band actually but im stuck in this goddamned contract. So then its about them getting their record label to go up against Mercy's and get her out of her contract so she can be their new lead singer.

And also more importantly (to me) is the subplot about the like relatively young and inexperienced lighting girl from their home venue who Cleon insisted on hiring for their first tour and who just kind of stuck around and became part of the group. They tour with a disproportionately nice rig bc Rembrandt is a fucking nerd and none of them can resist her puppy dog eyes about getting shiny new toys. And like yeah she's kind of quiet and doesn't talk much in a group but she can hold her own against the fucking overhires giving her shit at whatever venue and not taking her seriously and she gets stars in her eyes when Ajax asks her about programming so like needless to say Ajax is a little bit obsessed with her. Rembrandt's job is half ordering around men twice her size and age and half real-time computer programming live in front of an audience. Ajax never stood a chance. There are always fans trying to see Ajax after the show and Ajax is always in the booth while Rembrandt talks about the latest patch grand ma pushed out and how she hates everything about it and everyone at that company is trying to ruin her life (she will have adapted and forgotten about this in two days until the next patch which alters her workflow .00001% upon which time she will again believe her career is over and she needs to call them to revert the console)

I think probably their relationship is more of a flashback moment bc obviously The Warriors can't be touring while they're looking for a new singer but I think when they're not on tour Rembrandt lives in Portland and does like weird indie performance art shit and Ajax stays in LA with Swan and the others and the long distance is kind of killing them. Could Ajax stay with Rembrandt in Portland for a few months and fly back down when they're actually recording stuff? Absolutely. Does this idea terrify her existentially for reasons she can neither articulate nor overcome? Also absolutely. But on a more fun note Rembrandt drags Ajax to USITT with her every year which is actually kind of fun for Ajax because in addition to Rembrandt being so excited nobody there is impressed at all by her being famous but they ARE impressed that she knows how DMX works. So. Who's laughing now Swan. The flashcards worked.

[sammyfenderr]

I Love you

This is my first fic 🙈. I’ve been a Sam Fender fan for years but never had the confidence to post anything myself. I’m a massive fan of lots of writers on here @17-goingunder @theborders @the-leveller @jhangelface0523 (and many more) and they’ve all inspired me to try myself. I hope you enjoy!!

Friends to Lovers

Y/n was a shy girl. Never one to be outspoken in a group setting and certainly not one to be confident in her own skin. She struggled with her body image and with socialising with people she didn’t know too well. However, despite these so called ‘flaws’, she was kind. Her eyes had a warmth to them and when you looked into them, you felt at home. Without knowing, she had a capability to make people feel safe and good.

Sam had secretly admired her for years. She was in the same year as him in school and after Sixth Form Y/N had cemented herself well into their friendship group. Sam thought she was the prettiest girl out there. He loved how much SHE loved, how she constantly put others before herself and how her heart was just the purest. The crease between her eyebrows when she laughed and the twinkle in her eyes when she was faced with cute cat videos were little quirks he was enamoured by.

However, Y/n was far too self conscious to let herself believe anyone like Sam would be interested in her. She had been there through all his previous girlfriends, secretly earning to be them, wishing she could be the one being comforted by Sam when drunk, getting songs written about her or better still, getting random kisses and hugs from him just because he could. But she never verbalised these desires and so Sam never felt he was in the position to express to her how much he loved her. It was a vicious cycle and it was inevitable to catch up on them.

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“Y/n!!”

Urgh. There it was. That sickly sweet voice Y/n had grew to hate so much.

Leah was Sam’s newest girlfriend. He’d met her a couple months back on a night out in Newcastle and they’d been going out for about 4 months. There was nothing wrong about her. She seemed sweet and made Sam happy, but that’s what made Y/n secretly resent her more.

“We were just talking about you!”

“All good things I hope” Y/n joked in jest.

“Is that a new top you’re wearing?”, the blonde girl asked.

“Erm no it isn’t actually, it was me Mams in the 90s, she let me borrow it.”

“Aw, cute”, a slight trace of a patronising tone in her voice.

“Sam was just saying how you’ve finally found a new job. Took you long enough! Anyone would think you’ve just been living off this lots money!!”

Woah. You could tell she was drunk, but she’d never been this confrontational with you before.

“LEAH.” Sam snapped. He looked mortified.

Y/n’s cheeks had flushed bright red and she began to recoil in on herself.

“Leah, what the fuck?” Dean said.

You were so confused, where had all this come from? Sure, you and Leah were never the best of friends but you also were never enemies.

“Oh calm down would yous, it was only a joke!” she declared.

But you didn’t find it funny, and Sam could tell. You were very self conscious about the fact all your friends now had money and you were still struggling to get ends to meet. You never asked anyone for help financially, but Sam new you struggled and would always be conscious never to make you feel uncomfortable because of it.

“Leah, where did that come from? You know Y/n has never taken advantage of any of us!”, the geordie blonde boy seethed.

“Oh give over, none of you can take a joke. I’m going to the toilet.”

Y/n wanted the ground to swallow her up. She hated attention, and currently everyone was staring at her. All she could think about was the quickest route to leave.

“Y/n Im so sorry I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”, Sam apologised. The look of guilt written all across his face.

“Don’t be daft,” Y/n stated, “I’m sure she meant nothing by it.”

Sam wasn’t so sure though. He’d had constant arguments in last few weeks with Leah about Y/n. Leah felt threatened by her and Sam’s relationship, and so she expressed that by declaring to Sam she didn’t like Y/n a few weeks back. She also felt like Sam cared more for Y/n then her. To make matters worst, Sam couldn’t console her on this. He loved Y/n and if it came to it, he’d pick her, every time.

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An hour later and Y/n was outside the pub having a cig to calm her nerves. She was still so embarrassed from earlier but she didn’t make a fuss, just sat with her friends and pretended nothing had happened. Inside it had ruined her though, she needed a few minutes outside to just compose herself before she faced Leah again.

“May a join you?” a familiar voice filled her ears.

Subconsciously, a smile plastered its self across Y/n’s face and her rapidly beating heart began to slow. Sam was the only person who made her feel like this.

She quickly nodded her head and he took a seat next to her, his scent drowning out everything else. He was just perfect.

For a couple moments they sat in silence, just enjoying one another’s company. They were the type of friends who could do this and it wouldn’t be awkward. The warmth radiating off him was addictive and Y/n couldn’t resit her desire to be closer, deciding to rest her tired head upon his shoulder.

She was slowing starting to feel more calm and like herself until a sob could be heard from the blonde man sitting next to her.

Y/n’s head whipped round and she felt her heart shatter from the sight in front of her. His eyes looked desperate for some comfort and his body was pitifully shaking. She couldn’t take it, seeing the one person she truly loved being so broken and vulnerable.

“Oh Sammy. Come here”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His head soon buried itself into her neck and he clung onto her like his life depended on it.

Y/n had never seen him like this before. So heartbroken and inconsolable. It was torturous. His sobs were harsh and he was struggling for breath, his salty tears were soaking themselves into Y/n’s top and his hands had become white from how hard he was clinging onto his girl.

“Oh my darling, please talk to me. Tell me what you need.” Y/n whispered comfortingly.

“I need you.” was all the man said.

Y/n’s eyes began to tear up at his confession and subsequently she began to rock him side to side, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“Baby tell me what’s the matter, please. I hate seeing you like this and not knowing how to help you.”

“Erm..” Sam started, “Well…” he was struggling and Y/n could tell. She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, a sign telling him to keep going, she was there for him.

“I hate how Leah treated you earlier and I hate how she clearly made you feel. You’re the best person in my life and I’ll be damned if I let anyone, especially a girlfriend, treat my best friend anything less than the princess she is.”

Y/n was speechless. Did he really care for her that much?

“Truth be told, I’ve always admired you. Thought you were the kindest, cleverest, prettiest girl I knew and I think Leah knew that deep down. But I’ve been too scared to do anything about it. I always thought you’d never feel that way about me so I’d get myself another girl who wasn’t half as interesting as you, but would be interested in me.”

What the hell was going on?! Surely Sam didn’t feel the same way about Y/n as she did for him.

“Anyway I’m rambling. The point is, I’ve just broken up with Leah.”

WHAT.

“I know it’s probably a shitty thing to do it so quickly and in such a public place but I couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t make me happy and I didn’t really want her like I wanted you.” his voice noticeably got quieter at the end of his little speech, but Y/n heard loud and clear.

“And I’m not expecting you to feel the same way or to even say anything back to me, I just want you to know that’s it’s always been you. It always has been, and always will be.”

It was music to Y/n’s ears. That’s all she’d ever wanted to hear, right from the first day she saw him she was captivated and she knew she’d never fall out of his spell. Everything about him was perfect; his goofy smile, sensitive nature, immature humour and incredible musical talent. Y/n was in awe of him and always wished she could be good enough for him. Little had she known though, it was exactly Y/n’s humble and kind nature that had made Sam equally fall for her.

“Sam… i don’t know what to say” Y/n’s voice trembled. And before she could wipe the tears that began to pour down her face, Sam was wiping them away with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away sweetly at the tears on her cheek.

“I’ve always wanted you.”

Now it was Sam’s turn to be stunned.

“From the moment I saw you I knew I’d never love anyone the way I loved you. You were just perfect and so I never let myself believe I could ever have you because, how could someone so good love someone like me.” Y/n confessed.

“Oh Y/n, you have no idea what you mean to me. You are the best person I know and I promise, if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making you see yourself the way I see you.”

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want that, Sammy.” You spoke through tears of joy.

And before Y/n could think another thought, his forehead rested upon hers and he bumped his nose against her little button one, a silent question of consent asking her if he could get closer. She smiled and nodded gently.

Suddenly his sweet lips began to press against hers. He started slowly and softly, testing the waters, before the pair let there passion take over and they kissed each other like they’d been so desperate to do since the very first day. Tears were spilling out both their eyes, it was just perfect. All she could feel was him, and all he could feel was her and that was all they wanted for the rest of their lives.

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Arghhh. I hope this was ok?! Please let me know your feedback!!

[borathae]

Chapter 35

it was a pretty bad dream. I tried to make it stop”, MOM I LOVE HIM

we are in his room 👀👀 what happened afterwards “You got pretty drunk last night and then insisted on sleeping with me so I wouldn’t feel lonely.” oops lets see what all she did 😭😭

“I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.” PERIODT

“You’re a terrible fighter, especially when drunk.” 😭😭😭

are you telling me that you were awake the entire night?” EDWARD CULLEN WHO??

TAE IS GETTING RELEASED YESS YEEHAW WE DID IT

he want to see her happy oh oh

“Also your cheek is really soft, it feels nice to kiss”, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFO?? CRY? SCREAM? YEET MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW? PUNCH A WALL? SHIT BRICKS? PULL OUT HAIR? AAA

“Whatever, I’m leaving AAH HE IS SUCHA CUTIE PIE I CANT PLEASE MY TSUNDERE KITTY my lil yogurt

WAIT IS THAT FORESHADOW OR SOMETHING or just me overthinking?? didnt say something like that last chapter( wait that was me jumping into conclusion in the review🤡)

“Nuh-uh you’re not. XD this is so funny, like she just did that haha i love them both pls

You shouldn’t assume the worst, especially when Yoongi is trying so hard to be better for you. You should be better for him too and finally stop doubting him. He is a sweet man, a little rough and cold at times, but at his core Yoongi is a good man. wow just called us all out for having mixed feelings about him BUT I ALSO LOVE HIM STINKING SOO MUCH

HE GAVE US SWEET DREAMS, taking "sweet dreams/goodnight" to another level

“You should have come to me whenever it happened. I could have calmed them down.” oh my yoongi bear

she is so nice, cuz i would have chosen violence for joon

“it offends me that you think so lowly of me.” im sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

“No, of course not”, he grumbles. ofc he is 😭i love him and his new feelings, the way u subtly describe those changes aah

“Test you?” you giggle, “come on Yoongi Boongie, relax”, you tell him, leaning down to kiss his tensed neck. you have officially broken him

“It’s just how the pants are cut”, he mumbles. sure sure i believe you

The Creator of vampires possesses a sensitive neck and is shivering from mere kisses. AAAAH

another panties ripped #justiceforpanties #stoppantyabuse2024

their chemistry is just 😭😭

“Yeah?” you try not to sound too affected by his confession, but honestly you are. me at you

His voice was made for such dirty words, they sound so sinful when his tongue forms them. HISVOICEINCONCERTSAAAAAA

“Tell me what to do next” I HAVE ASCENDED

“uhm, damn Yoongi, give me a moment. I, I wasn’t ready for you to be so into this.” sis is shooketh, im her she is me

WE ARE RIDFING HIS FACE??

Since when did he get so hot? "Always was”, he says.  WTF SHUT UP U DIDNT HEAR THAT SNEAKY MY

"Christ. Stop teasing hold on yoongles is bc, LIKE BC cuz he is 3000 holy shit, my mind is blown

His hair tickles your nose, it smells of mint and green apple. where did he get green apple scented shampoo

"I think”, he croaks, fingers squeezing your hip.  HE IS HAPPY YES MY YOON

HE IS ARCHING HIS BACK “Princess, s-slow down”, he chokes out. YOONGI UR TOO HOT UR KILLING ME

Yoongi furrows his brows and lets out a soft sob. It sounded desperate and high-pitched.  I HAVE DIED, RESURRECTED AND DIED AGAIN

“I’m your willing s-slave”, boi u cant just say that out of nowhere my heart just gave out

you can devour me IM GONNA BITE YOU, VAMPIRE HEALING WONT DO SHIT TO THE HICKEY IM ABOUT TO GIVE YOU BABY

they are so hot and adorable together i wanna give them my unborn child

it was a pretty bad dream. I tried to make it stop”, MOM I LOVE HIM

I LOVE HIM TOO GAAAH

“I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.” PERIODT

he is actually so important to me

“You’re a terrible fighter, especially when drunk.” 😭😭😭

jJFASJDF he is so sassy I love himm

he want to see her happy oh oh

*sobs so hard she dies*

“Also your cheek is really soft, it feels nice to kiss”, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFO?? CRY? SCREAM? YEET MYSELF OUT THE WINDOW? PUNCH A WALL? SHIT BRICKS? PULL OUT HAIR? AAA

ME FRO REAL LIKE OMFMDFM

“Whatever, I’m leaving AAH HE IS SUCHA CUTIE PIE I CANT PLEASE MY TSUNDERE KITTY my lil yogurt

omfg "my lil yogurt" is unironically such a cute nickname OMFG I MIGHT NEED TO MAKE HER SAY IT TO HIM ONCE IIIHIHIHI

WAIT IS THAT FORESHADOW OR SOMETHING or just me overthinking?? didnt say something like that last chapter( wait that was me jumping into conclusion in the review🤡)

mhhhhhhhhhhm 👀👀👀

“Nuh-uh you’re not. XD this is so funny, like she just did that haha i love them both pls

fajdsjf I love her she is so hot

You shouldn’t assume the worst, especially when Yoongi is trying so hard to be better for you. You should be better for him too and finally stop doubting him. He is a sweet man, a little rough and cold at times, but at his core Yoongi is a good man. wow just called us all out for having mixed feelings about him BUT I ALSO LOVE HIM STINKING SOO MUCH

fjasdjfj HE IS THE CUTEST YOU CANT BE MAD AT HIM GOSHH

HE GAVE US SWEET DREAMS, taking "sweet dreams/goodnight" to another level

😭😭😭😭

“You should have come to me whenever it happened. I could have calmed them down.” oh my yoongi bear

LIKE HE IS SO COMFORT!!!!!

“No, of course not”, he grumbles. ofc he is 😭i love him and his new feelings, the way u subtly describe those changes aah

jadjsf htank you!! heheeh

“Test you?” you giggle, “come on Yoongi Boongie, relax”, you tell him, leaning down to kiss his tensed neck. you have officially broken him

boy is officially fainting (real)

“It’s just how the pants are cut”, he mumbles. sure sure i believe you

jfajsdf I love how he is always lying lIKE BOOy

The Creator of vampires possesses a sensitive neck and is shivering from mere kisses. AAAAH

*feral noises*

their chemistry is just 😭😭

THANK YOU IT IS LIKE IT'S MAKING ME INSANE

“Yeah?” you try not to sound too affected by his confession, but honestly you are. me at you

JADSJF

His voice was made for such dirty words, they sound so sinful when his tongue forms them. HISVOICEINCONCERTSAAAAAA

DONT I WILL CREAM

“Tell me what to do next” I HAVE ASCENDED

I forgot that I made him say that- OGOODBYE

WE ARE RIDFING HIS FACE??

*dies*

Since when did he get so hot? "Always was”, he says.  WTF SHUT UP U DIDNT HEAR THAT SNEAKY MY

I NEED HIM SO BAD

"Christ. Stop teasing hold on yoongles is bc, LIKE BC cuz he is 3000 holy shit, my mind is blown

jfasdjfjas he is indeed JFJADSF

His hair tickles your nose, it smells of mint and green apple. where did he get green apple scented shampoo

THERE IS ACTUALLY GREEN APPLE SHAMPOO YOU CAN BUY IN MY LOCAL STORE IT SMELLS SO GOOD

"I think”, he croaks, fingers squeezing your hip.  HE IS HAPPY YES MY YOON

boongie yoobi baby :(

HE IS ARCHING HIS BACK “Princess, s-slow down”, he chokes out. YOONGI UR TOO HOT UR KILLING ME

HELP I FORGOT ABOUT THE BACK ARCHING WTFFDSFSA

Yoongi furrows his brows and lets out a soft sob. It sounded desperate and high-pitched.  I HAVE DIED, RESURRECTED AND DIED AGAIN

I forgot about this too *dies*

“I’m your willing s-slave”, boi u cant just say that out of nowhere my heart just gave out

I DID NOT FORGET ABOUT THIS I THINK ABOUT IT DAILY

you can devour me IM GONNA BITE YOU, VAMPIRE HEALING WONT DO SHIT TO THE HICKEY IM ABOUT TO GIVE YOU BABY

ME FOR REAL LIKE SREIOUSLY

they are so hot and adorable together i wanna give them my unborn child

HELP HAHAHHAHA THIS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHHA

[luvo27]

I don't know if I told you how in love I am with the janet/helena tragic yuri... It's wonderful, it was wonderful when you wrote it and it's still wonderful now and I think on a meta level it's beautiful that it will never be written because their relationship will never realize itself choices were made that impeded the yuri on all levels, technically you could write it, but could ever really allow yourself this? And what if one day you turn around, looking at this project you loved so much, and realise that you really wish you had written it but it's too late now, you can't write it anymore?

Truly beautiful. It exists in a stasis. Peak sapphic literature. Can you believe I'm not even drunk

the meta analysis 😭😭😭😭😭 the nature of yuri for the story itself to be relegated to perpetual purgatory thus bringing the tragedy of what could have been and what almost was and what, for only a tiny wonderful glimpse, was real and true for a moment to a close on both sides of the fourth wall!! i had to pace around my room giggling to myself after getting this!!!

but for real, the main reason why i think i'm never going to actually write this one is because i'm not particularly interested in writing porn and if this story is not HORNY AS ALL HELL then im happiest with it as it is in its vaguely outlined state, which i'm endlessly happy to hear is enjoyable as is!! if the fic did exist as i would want it, there would have to be a MINIMUM of three masturbation scenes. the first taking place in a moment of confusion, the second taking place after the feelings are realized, and the third taking place as soon as physically possible after the horniest helping apply sunscreen scene possible, and then they finally get together and there has to be AT LEAST 1 hot and sweaty tent sex scene, a shower sex scene, and after they get back from their trip there has to be at least one post arguing with the husband sex scene. maybe two. one's surreptitious phone sex and the other is in person. throw in a car sex scene to run with the chappel roan songs. and speaking of chappel roan songs we can't forget the last sex scene in the hotel set to good luck babe. all the previous sex scenes are immediate hot flesh and blood and this last one, i imagine is a little more artsy. bittersweet with flashbacks, these are older bodies rediscovering each other, there are new tiny little scars and stretch marks and weight gain and a joint that clicks that they have to be careful with when they never did before, it's simultaneously a return to something and a new beginning, but it could never and will never be a new beginning and neither of them can turn back time and the proof is found in their bodies just as the proof of how much they want each other anyways is also found in their bodies-

anyways haha. janet/helena, the tragic yuri that was never meant to be <333 thanks for letting me ramble about this thing, i really do love it a lot!!!

[floosies]

Where the Boys Are

Fic warnings: violence, mentions of weapons, mentions of substance/verbal abuse, smut, cursing, angst, strangers to lovers (18+)

pairing: mob!steve harrington x oc!fem

a/n: i don't really like how i wrote this chapter but i really wanted to update it for you guys, i missed writing for steve even if im currently into a different character, steve is my sweet baby still

series masterlist here

Part 6: Love Me

"treat me like a fool, treat me mean and cruel, but love me. Wring my faithful heart tear it all apart, but love me."

Here he stood a dead man between a wall and the fist of his boss ready to ram itself into his head, what more could he do but plead his case. Steve always considered himself level headed enough to resolve things, but this was someone he never wanted to piss off, "boss I swear it's not what you think really-" he knew his time was running out "than what the fuck is it Harrington and you better give me a good fuckin ans-" the words spilled out, what he dreaded saying outloud "I love her sir! My hand to God I love her!." He could hear his father groan, "fucksake son, are you serious right now?" The sound of a lighter flickering on filled the now quiet room.

Mr. Romano slightly loosed his grip on Steve's collar, "fuck do you mean you love her?" Steve had no choice but to use this moment as a therapy session, "sir she's as good as they come, after that party mess I got to know her well enough. I just wanted to talk to her last night, but she got the wrong impression. I swear I never put my hands on her, I was going to tell her I wanted to things the right way but she never gave me the chance." His life on the line and his heart still crushed, Steve was expressing all the fear that consumed his subconcious.

His father watched him intently as he took drags of his cigarette. Here was his legacy, his only child and firstborn son, in love like he'd been all those years ago. For once in a long while he was going to agree with him, "my boy is just as crazy about Mia as I was about his mother. Hell he's even willing to get his skull beat in by ya, if he says he didn't touch her, I believe him." For the first time in his life Steve was caught off guard by his father's response. His boss must have been just as surprised as he let go of him.

Steve explained well enough that he was planning on doing things the right way, but Mia had asked him to go out that night because all her friends were on dates. He swore he had no idea that she never told her mother or him about her going out, he thought they knew. However, that conversation was long forgotten with what Steve had burst out just after he got caught.

As much as the old breed was dying out, both the men he worked for still believed in tradition, courting and proving themselves worthy of becoming part of the family like Steve's father had done way back then. They decided on a family sit down, where both families could clear the air and see if Mia would agree to courting Steve.

-

Mia unbeknownst about any of this was spending her Saturday at Jenny's place where she found herself talking about everything that had transpired the night before. Both Jenny and Suzie listening intently as she explained that she couldn't go through with the idea of making Steve of all people, the guy she would rebound with.

Suzie looked at her best friend with confusion, "he got you an expensive watch, defended you from your drunk ex, and-" She cut her off, "and he works for my dad! C'mon that's just trouble waiting to happen. Plus he's older than us and has a big reputation-" Jenny scoffed, "as if that should matter. Mia he likes you, just have some fun with it! You're an adult now, and like Suzie was saying he's been nothing but sweet to you." Mia huffed, her eyes rolling at her friends' words, "I thought you'd be on my side."

Both girls leapt to hug their friend, Jenny spoke again, "we are dummy, but we also wanna see you happy. You're saying he made you laugh and you felt safe with him." Suzie nodded along, "Dustin always says that Steve is by himself for the most part, I don't think he's who he was in high school-" The conversation was cut off by Jenny's mom coming into the room and asking for Mia.

Her mom had called the house and as soon as she spoke "hello" into the line, the anger in her mother's tone was felt immediately. There were lots of vague threats and mentions of where she was at last night. That she was beyond disappointed and wanted her home immediately. Thankfully, she had drove to Jenny's, she knew she'd been caught and she made sure to let her friends know that if she wasn't at school on Monday they'd either killed her or grounded her for life.

As Mia drove home she wondered what kind of punishment would be waiting for her once she got through that front door. Once she parked her car, all she could think about was the fact that she'd been out with him and they knew now. Even if her mom hadn't mentioned it directly, she knew it couldn't have been about anything else.

Oddly enough, her mother wasn't sat waiting for her, instead running around the dining room fixing the dinner table when she noticed Mia. Only then she stopped turning to look at her daughter, a gaze of disappointment and frustration, "go change into something nice we're going to have company for dinner and then you come down here and help me with dinner." Mia was so dazed by the idea of company that she stood frozen, afraid to move as she didn't know if anything else was waiting for her, but her mother screamed, "I said go! Now please!" That broke her out of it and her running to her room.

Choosing what to wear, she wondered who was going to come to dinner tonight. Did her dad want to handle this some other time? She would be grateful for it, but if anything would that mean she would get sent off somewhere? Because surely her punishment would be severe if he was still going to have clients come to the house.

Still she didn't have time to keep pondering on these things. Downstairs she started setting up placemats and dinner plates. The doorbell soon enough rang, her mom left her to finish up in the kitchen while she greeted their guests. Mia was trying to figure out the voices, when she heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Harrington who was complimenting her mother's garden.

-

This dinner was a set up, it had to be. She was sat in-between her parents with Steve sat between his on the other side of the table. No one mentioned it through out the dinner though, instead it was all small talk and jokes as they ate. However from the glances her dad was sending her way there was something he was waiting to say.

Eventually everyone was done with their dinner, however her mom didn't get up to start collecting the dishes. Instead her dad let out a gruff cough, getting everyone's attention, "let's not beat around the bush. These two" he points to her and Steve, "were out and about yesterday night." She was preparing for the worst, her gaze only for a second landing on Steve's, his face wasn't showing anything though.

Her father continued, "now I was going to handle this in a different manner, but Steve here had mentioned something interesting so I find it only fair he says his part and we'll go from there?" Now there was an expression on Steve's face but she couldn't make it out, just the way he nodded slowly, "yes sir. Thank you."

Steve never really had to explain himself, especially with girls. It was always a silent contract that they agreed to. This was different than all that, this was both their parents and his personal life coming into a stir with his business life. Still, he was a man, and he needed to act like one. He began with the apology to his parents and hers, to her for not admitting his feelings sooner and avoiding this mess he'd put them into.

All the while she looked beyond bewildered, since when did he have feelings for her? Mia couldn't really believe what she was hearing. He had been someone that to her knowledge, was never going to settle down or at least not with her, but what if her friends were right and he was really into her. Or what if this was a way to get what couldn't have last night?

Regardless of what she had made her mind up on believing, their parents were now looking at her for a choice to be made. Her father looked at her as she looked back at him, "don't look at me or your mother, this is up to you sweetheart." Fuck, she knew she had to say yes so she did. She apologized too and then accepted that she would like to give Steve a chance to redeem himself, but she also knew in the back of her mind it was not going to happen the way he would want it to.

After the dinner she went outside while the adults went to the main living room to go drink and talk. Her dad figured she probably wanted to be alone, but he saw how Steve's eyes lingered for the back door she had left through and told him to go talk to her, but just talk. Steve didn't hesitate, the minute his eyes landed on her he began, "look I'm sorry I know this isn't how- I shouldn't have handled things this way. I wanted you to find out in a nicer way-" He hadn't noticed she was drinking until she turned around to look at him, her eyes glassy with tears.

Mia wanted to be strong like she had been with her ex but she couldn't especially when she was drinking, "what are you playing at Steve? Is this because I wouldn't sleep with you?" His eyes widened and his heart hurt at what she implied, "bambi are you out of your fucking mind?!" She scoffed, "don't call me that." Then took a heavy swig of the beer in her hand, which was then just as quickly removed by Steve's grasp and discarded onto the grass with a dull thud.

His mind was quicker than this mouth, "you think I'd do something like this for what? A one time thing? Mia you wouldn't let me fuckin talk last night." She rolled her eyes, "I know we don't know each other but I want to, that kid you were with didn't deserve you. I stepped in where he didn't and you know that. Our parents got involved because I admitted to your dad what you didn't let me admit to you. I'm falling head over heels for you and I don't know what to do but hope you let me be in your life."

His words made her heart ache just as much as his did, but she couldn't shake the fear after what'd she just been through. "What about me Steve? You're gonna grow tired of me, I remember hearing the stories in school. Can you actually say that you won't leave-" He cut off her overthinking with a kiss that caught her off guard so much so she held onto him for dear life.

She'd always wondered what kind of kisser he was but even now kissing him, she didn't feel it real. When he pulled away his gaze remained heavy on her, his voice stern but quiet, soft almost as if sharing a secret, "I won't tell you bambi. I'm gonna show you that you're all I want and all I need even if it kills me." His grip on her waist never faltering as he pulled her into another kiss deeper than the first.

[unfortunate17]

hey! I hope you're not drunk when you read this but anyway. I have dmed you in person before but I feel like I'm gonna go on a rant here again and tell you that I absolutely adore, admire, worship, breathe, live, laugh, love your works. I don't think in my entire time being in this fandom I've ever had a writer that characterized wilmon in the exact way that I love. the way you write their dynamics, the way you see them, the way you portray their love and their insecurities and their flaws and their emotions.... I could die. I went on a whole spree and read every single one of your works months ago. when it ended and I saw that there's no other work I got so sad. this is absolutely no attempt of mine to make you write more and more or update frequently btw. you do this for free (which is just insane bc I would genuinely pay you) and you have a life so I absolutely do not expect you to devote yourself to this just bc some random tumblr anons appreciate your work; however I do want you to know this: I think your works are one of the only reasons I still stay in this fandom. checking your acc on twt or on here to see if there's any new update or if even you've tweeted/posted sth new about wilmon or if you have a new fic coming up is one of the only things that attaches me to this fandom still. I think I'll leave if you ever decide not to write anything wilmon related anymore. it's such a joy that you exist. I know people can have dark days and esp since I think you live in the us and things have been looking kinda heartbreaking and doomed, I just want you to know it's an absolute joy of mine to just know that you exist. I don't even know what you look like. I just know your name (funnily enough you are just unfortunate17_ to me) but your very existence and the things that you write are a reason for me to live and you give that to me (and us) for free. so thank you ❤️ I love you and I hope you have a very happy life. I wish we could be friends but I have absolutely no idea how to make that happen and I'm not even sure you would find me interesting enough to be friends with me. but nonetheless thank you so much. I could never thank you enough.

im going to be so real when I say this: this might be the kindest most thoughtful message I’ve ever received and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you saying all this. I’m not worthy of this level of kindness anon 😭 im just so happy that I’ve been able to bring you some amount of joy and entertainment.

I’m literally loathing the idea of ever publishing this ask because I go back to it sometimes when I’m feeling particularly down about writing - which has happened quite a bit lately, writer’s block is HERE baby.

That being said, if you’d like, please dm me again 😭 I have a private account on twt that I would love to share with you if you’d like!! I’d also straight up give you my phone number if you’d want to be friends 😃🤝

[moreofthatdrowse]

JO Survey: What's a favorite JO moment of yours? Could be very small or something big

There were too many good answers in the questions with open answers in my Joker Out Survey, so below the cut are the answers to Question no. 14: What's a favorite JO moment of yours? Could be very small or something big

When bojan exists but also when they sung the boys are back from HSM in an interview in all the languages

Nace & Bojan completing my heart hands thing at a concert :) (& Nace showing the heart on his bass in my direction )

sparklative, the turtle interview, every interaction between jan and nace (it's hard to pick a favourite)

It's so hard to choose! Aside from repeating what I said before, I'll say I love them doing stuff with pride flags during concerts, and them hanging out together during Novi Val. Also them just wearing each others clothes. And the whole thing with Because of You during Eurovision. And Bojan singing Cha Cha Cha. And Tavastia. And Kris during the Katrina video whirling around his jacket. Ok I can't choose and I can go on forever.

When Nace started talking about his turtles

kris being a hater 🫶

how dare you make me pick one smh i guess the performance of novi val in Glasgow with the pride flag i dotn get emotional about artists raising pride flags in general even tho im queer but that specific moment in a CHURCH with THAT song made me sob

I can't choose so I've got 3: 1. WHY THIS HAS BEEN SO HAS BIVEN SPARKLY?! SPARKLING?! SPARKLATIVE?!?!?! 2. the interview where they talk about Nace's turtles ("shiiiit, they don't like to be pet!") 3. every time Bojan and Kris banter with each other 😭 and I saw this irl too when I was at their concert in London and Kris wouldn't stop playing his guitar whilst Bojan was trying to tune his

I've really enjoyed watching the behind the scenes video series' from Eurovision and the tour.

It's a tie between (i) pretty much any interview they've ever done and (ii) the Cvetličarna concert (didn't attend but have watched the footage)

Them comforting Käärijä together after his loss

Bojan's thighs lol

I really like drunk Kris at Barcelona preparty screaming "OH, SSF!" and dancing like the tall tree he is 🤣❤️‍🔥

Their joy in eurovision

"Sparklative"

The moment that Jan signed my jacket

Jan and Nace interacting on stage

Idk i love all the behind the scenes videos?

Them all singing together (see carpe diem series ep 7 amsterdam :D)

The backstage series

The Electric Ballroom gig in London & their reaction when Slovenia entered the grand final at ESC

Jan and Nace playing kazoos in the UK tour ep 2

You expect me to chose?? /j

Every Novi val performance.

anything Jan and Nace get up to tbh

Every moment in that "joker out being bros for 5 min straight" video or wtv or was called. Need friendships like that fr

don't know if it's my favorite moment per se but i do love how they all immeadiately fell in love with jere (käärijä), especially bojan ofc <3

Why has been so sparkling? ✨

Bojan draped in a pride flag in an old church while singing novi val. Top 3 moments to cry about at 3am tbh

The performance of Novi Val in Križanke. Also, this is not a JO moment as such, but a clip where Bojan imitates a german kid telling his mom he wants to jump on the trampoline(?) I'm sorry, but man's funny as fuck, I think about that clip often.

I haven't seen them live yet, so all the best moments are yet to come :)

All of them cuddles

I don’t knoww Maček in a box

kris tilting his head back, eurovision in my city, SEEING THEIR TOUR BUS IN LIVERPOOL WJEN ME AND MY FRIEND WERE OUT IN THE CITY CENTER THE DAY AFTER WE SAW THEM @ MANCHESTER

I don't know yet - there's so many moments! So many smiles and like laying their heads on each others shoulders during concerts and looking out for each other. <3

I liked how promptly they got rid of gregor on a serious level and also on a happy level when they qualified to the Eurovision final

cvetličarna

Bojan and Kaarija’s bromance

I don't know to many options

Love how often TURTOL is brought up. Nace would be proud <3

QUESTIONS 1-11 I QUESTION 12 I QUESTION 13 I QUESTION 14

[natasha-in-space]

Hey im the matsuda enjoyer anon who pointed out that he and yoosung are basically the same guy.

I cant help but imagine......what if they met, i mean in the age of social media its not impossible. While I dont think matsuda was a gamer but he was very much into pop culture and so is yoosung.

What if they both unite over their love for a certain kpop group (in my head its Girls Generation) and become internet friends

I can imagine after the good ending yoosung prolly might go to japan a couple of times for work related stuff or just to enjoy with MC (and drag seven with him as well)

What if the now mid-late 20s yoosung (who is a vet) meets the now early 40s matsuda (who is still a cop but is confined to desk jobs cuz the task force was tired of his shenanigans). What if they decide to share a drink and eventually have a long conversation. What if they start their talks by talking about their shared interest and eventually ending up venting after realising that they had been through a similar journey (being infantilised by their friend groups grief low self esteem yet keeping an optimistic outlook in life) and perhaps share advices to each other whilst being drunk which struck a chord in each other's heart.

I can see matsuda being an older man advising yoosung but i could also see yoosung (who has accomplished a lot in a short time despite his own struggles with loss grief and of course the eye injury) advicing matsuda. Both of them reassuring each other that it will get better (bye im crying)

Good to see you back Matsuda anon! I must say, this ask made me grin so wide as I was reading it. I adore it when people make two of their faves meet and become friends. It's such a sweet notion, both as a way of expressing your shared love for these characters, as well as a neat basis for new interesting analysis. (It's my own guilty pleasure as well, hehe)

Meeting someone who understands what it's like to struggle with grief, conflicting feelings about someone who was once very important to them, and the frustration of never being taken seriously due to their young age would benefit them both greatly. While they both must have overcome the last problem by that point, discussing it with someone who understands can still be very cathartic.

Having a good friend who can make Yoosung feel comfortable and understood is something he deserves. It's also heartwarming to think of Matsuda becoming a new kind of role model for Yoosung! Not on the same level as it was with Rika, but just as a figure of strength and motivation for him, when things are tough. Having friends who are older than you can be a very beneficial experience as you are moving through life!

And as for Matsuda... It'll definitely do him some good to have someone with whom he can openly discuss what he had to go through. Sure, he has a few people like that, but none that can actually fully relate on a deeper level. I also think he'd be super impressed by Yoosung. By all that he managed to overcome and achieve in his (relatively) young age. His determination to better himself and to protect his loved ones, him finding (or rather resurrecting) his passion for his own path in life, and him resolving what conflicting feelings he still held for Rika... It's so much, and it's-

It's inspiring.

I know I said that Matsuda can become a new role model for Yoosung, but it goes the other way around as well! Having these talks with the younger vet can greatly motivate Matsuda to work on himself further and pursue what he truly wants. It's never too late to restore your happiness. It's rather sweet to think about, actually. Two people who share similar painful experiences planting fresh seeds of hope into one another that everything is going to be okay. As you put it: it will get better.

On a lighter note, the thought of them being fans of the same girl groups makes me giggle. (Them going to a Girls Generation concern??? More likely than you'd think! Although Saeyoung will definitely tag along and create some mischief) I feel like they both are still struggling with openly expressing their likes and interests, as they got teased for that in the past, so it'll be very beneficial to them to have a safe space to chatter excitedly about this or that, without fear of being judged. Being passionate about something is not a bad thing, and should be celebrated! On that note, they will definitely send each other exclusive merch and buy each other tickets for events. There are some benefits to having a friend in a different country!

Overall, it's nice to think of these two being good buddies. It's what they deserve. And I love reading your thoughts on them! :)

[hellfire--cult]

That other story was romantic and cute as shit, but it made me remember what happened to me at a party once.

There was this guy there, he was very charismatic and all the girls wanted him. This one chick in particular I remember was constantly leaning against him and rubbing his arm. He was polite but kind of ignored her.

We both happened to sit on the couch next to each other. We talked about something and he asked me if my hair was natural. "The color isn't, but the wavy curly thing is." He smiled and said," I like the color, it brings out your eyes. The curly wave thing...call it a curve and you definitely have them" I was dense as fuck my man. Didnt even click that he was flirting, mainly because I am just tall, barely have an ass but I got big thighs, and I thought oh he's so wrong. He had said some other things that were borderline kind borderline flirting.

I do a shot of something with my girlfriends. Fourth of the night, not including the beer. Cue me going to the bathroom to throw up. The door opened because I forgot to lock it. I look back and see the guy. "Get out!"

He didn't. He locked the door and held my hair back for me. He rubbed my back and talked me through it. Then he ripped off toilet paper and gave it to me, rummaged through the cabinets and found mouthwash, gave that to me. Used it, spit in the toilet.

Well he was standing and I was still kneeling. I guess seeing that position does something as a man. All I know is i was perfect level with you know what. He froze as soon as he realized.

I didn't intend to be a tease. I truly didn't. I wanted to stand up, and so my brain thought "lets hold onto him for stability". So I put my hand on his thigh. The silence was thick. You could cut the tension with a knife.

He made the first move and kissed me and let me tell you what, he hauled me up off that floor and had me against the wall so quickly. He moaned once and I'll never forget it. Might I also say, I could feel him against my hip and he was BIG.

I was about to get down and dirty in some person's bathroom at a college party. But he had more sense and pulled away, immediately apologized, and told me I was too drunk to consent. "Wait sorry did this just happen?" I had asked to which he said "you're proving my point, you can't consent im sorry fuck I didn't mean to take advantage of you" "no I meant. Me. Like, there was that girl earlier, like...why me?" "I've been flirting with you all night!"

OH MY GOSH

I'm sorry I imagined Steve in this but OMG

YALL ARE LIVING THE FANFIC LIVES MY DUDES

Like JESUS CHRIST DONT BE SO DENSE LOVE

I am so happy he didn't take advantage of you and that he was a gentleman all night about it

PLEASE TELL ME YOU DID GO OUT ON A DATE WITH HIM OR THAT U KNOW U WINK WINK WONK WONK RIGHT

I am a slut for all your love stories or sexy stories

Thank you for sharing them with me ❤️❤️❤️