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۶ৎ Summary: You’ve always gotten along really really with Jake during uni, so it only made sense to share a flat with him post-grad. Now you’re roommates who have a playfully physical friendship but it’s starting to mean something.
˚ ༘ ೀ⋆。˚Word Count: 10.9k, lowkey not my best work but, oh well
۶ৎ Tags: angst, smut, lawyer apprentice Jake, slice of life, shared domesticity,, smut tags: munch!Jake, jealousy, angry sex, heavy petting, pussy slapping, edging + denial,, soft dominance, possessiveness, use of blindfold, sex on the balcony
౨ৎ Content Warning: mdni, smut Extra: masterlist, taglist: @mrsjjongstby
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You and Jake weren’t best friends exactly, you were more like orbiters who kept getting pulled into each other’s gravity. Same friend groups. Late-night library hangs. Group project partners who accidentally became each other’s go-to plus-one. You’d pass each other snacks during lectures and you might’ve "jokingly" sat on his lap a few times.
By the end of final year, it was just… normal to be around each other.
Fast forward to post-grad life looming. Your friend group start spiraling with “where is everyone living next year” stress.
You say “Ugh, I don’t want a random roommate. I just want someone chill.” Jake, half-asleep on the couch, goes “So… live with me then.” You blink. “You’re serious?” He shrugs. Casual, like always, “Yeah. We already practically do.”
And that’s it.
You both tour two flats, pick the one with huge windows, two bedrooms and a couch that sinks too deep, and sign a lease. It’s not even dramatic. It just makes sense.
You fight over rugs. He insists on a “muted navy palette.” You want color. He ends up secretly buying the yellow throw you liked.
On your first night together in the flat, you’re both sitting on the floor eating noodles out of the box.
“You nervous?”
“Only about what your snoring sounds like.”
He throws a pillow at you.
And after weeks of living together, you two fall into a rhythm. Jake leaves early in the morning for his part-time internship at a law firm. He was prepping to become a lawyer, so seeing him in suits, shirts and ties quickly became a regular occurrence. The first time you saw him all professional was when you had to help him with his tie.
It was kind of cute. He quietly shuffled into your room and gently woke you up. You remember how shy he was, a slight blush covering his cheeks. Still remember the way his hand rested on your waist as you worked on knotting his tie properly.
Since you’re a screenwriter, your mornings on the other hand are much slower. You shuffle to the kitchen in socks and a hoodie that might be his. Most days, you talk to yourself more than you talk to anyone else. Except Jake. Always Jake.
He’s usually gone by the time you fully wake up, but his presence lingers. A mug left in the sink. Cologne in the hallway. A post-it on the fridge that says, "Eat something real today. Instant noodles don’t count. – J"
Days you two spend apart, but evenings unanimously become a time just for you two. Sometimes you would go out for a walk, other days a party, but most evening would end with a shared dinner and watching series.
But not tonight. You had been looking forward to tonight for way too long. You had been eyeing one of your coworkers for months and finally he asked you out on a date. Sunghoon was the same age as you and Jake and while you didn’t really know him that well, there was something about him...
Which is why you spend over an hour picking your outfit, and then another hour doing your makeup. You’re just putting on your perfume when you hear a soft knock at the door.
Jake leans in, fresh from a shower — hair damp, grey tee hanging loose, one hand braced against the wood. His eyes catch your reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t smile.
“You going out with that guy tonight?”
Your mascara wand pauses. You glance at him through the mirror. “You mean Sunghoon?”
Jake shrugs. "Whatever his name is."
You turn slightly, narrowing your eyes. “Why?”
“Just asking,” he says casually.
There’s a beat of silence. The room smells like your perfume and the faint mint of his body wash. You go back to your lashes, but he doesn’t move.
Then, he steps closer, so close you can smell his body wash, and reaches past you like he’s fixing something on the counter. Instead, his fingers brush along your temple, then tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers a second longer than it needs to.
“You look prettier with your hair like this,” he murmurs, voice low.
You freeze. It’s nothing. It’s always nothing.
Except it isn’t.
You stare at him in the mirror. His eyes meet yours, dark and unreadable, a challenge tucked behind his calm demeanor. Your pulse stutters.
Then your phone buzzes on the counter.
You glance at it. A message from Sunghoon. hey… sorry. can’t make it tonight. something came up. rain check?
You deflate before you can stop yourself. Jake notices immediately.
“Let me guess,” he says. “Date’s off?”
You try to sound breezy. “Work emergency or something.”
Jake doesn’t gloat, but there’s something smug in the way he shifts back, arms folding across his chest.
“Guess that means movie night’s back on,” he says, already turning toward the living room. “Your pick. But nothing depressing.”
You don’t answer right away. You just watch him go.
It takes you a moment to move, and then you’re changing into shorts and a loose shirt. It would lowkey be a waste to take your makeup off after you just applied it, so you leave it on. No other reason.
When you reach the living room, Jake’s already half-sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest like he owns the place (he kind of does). The blinds are drawn, the fan hums softly in the corner, and Netflix’s horror menu flashes onscreen.
He looks up when he sees you, and his gaze lingers for a second longer than usual. On your legs. Your lips. Your eyes — still done up like you’re going somewhere better than this.
“Didn’t change much,” he says, smirking.
You throw a pillow at him. “Shut up.”
He catches it, laughing. “I meant that as a compliment. You look…” He gestures vaguely. “Fancy. For a movie about bloodsucking sadists.”
You shrug, climbing onto the couch and tucking your feet under you. “Might as well let the vampires appreciate the effort.”
Jake’s eyes flick to your lips again, just for a beat. Then he’s clearing his throat, shifting to grab the remote. “Alright. No crying if it’s gory.”
You nudge his leg with your toe. “Please. I’ll protect you.”
Jake grins, all smug. “Oh yeah? Gonna fight off the undead for me?”
You nod solemnly. “With style.”
“Great,” he says, tossing the blanket over both of you. “Then I’m officially off-duty.”
You shift to get comfortable, letting your legs stretch across the couch. The blanket settles over you both. His thigh brushes yours. Your foot nudges his again, not quite by accident. He doesn’t move.
The movie starts — all flickering shadows and eerie violins — but your focus wavers. Jake smells like laundry detergent and that citrusy cologne he always wears. You feel the rise and fall of his chest beside you, calm and steady.
A few minutes in, another jump scare hits. You jolt. He snorts.
“Still feeling brave?” he teases.
You scowl at him, then shift closer, just to prove a point. Your knee nudges his hip. Your arm slides across his stomach.
“Shut up,” you mumble. Jake doesn’t say anything, but he lifts his arm and lets you curl against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Before long, you’re draped half across his chest, cheek against the soft cotton of his T-shirt. The room is dark except for the flicker of the screen. His fingers find your hair, brushing through it slowly, over and over.
It feels good. Too good. You let yourself sink into it for a few long breaths. Then you start to shift back. But Jake doesn’t let you. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers resting gently. “You always run when I touch you,” he murmurs.
You give a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Do not.”
But your voice is too soft to sound convincing. The movie drones on in the background but your mind's gone quiet. Jake’s still stroking your hair. Your eyes flicker to the muted blue light of your phone on the coffee table.
Sunghoon’s text still sits there. You don’t say anything, but your body gives you away, in the way your shoulders curve in, the weight of your breath.
Jake notices.
“Hey,” he says softly, thumb grazing your jaw. “You okay?”
You nod. Pause. Then shake your head.
“I feel stupid,” you admit.
Jake shifts to face you more fully. “Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I even liked him that much.” You press your cheek against his chest, voice muffled. “I just wanted someone to like me that much.”
There’s a long pause. Jake doesn’t say anything right away, he just holds you tighter, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“You know,” he says eventually, a teasing lilt creeping back into his tone, “I bet I’m a better kisser than that guy anyway.”
You let out a tired laugh, pulling back to look at him. “Oh yeah? So confident.”
Jake shrugs, mouth twitching. “I have a good resume.”
“Oh, do you?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “Prove it.”
You don’t even know what makes you say it.
Maybe it’s the leftover sadness. Maybe it’s the way his thumb is brushing your cheek. Or the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re not just his roommate. Like you’re his everything.
But suddenly you’re leaning in, still half-laughing.
The kiss starts soft. Just lips. Barely moving. Just a pause. Just a breath. Then Jake tilts his head. His hand slides up to cup your jaw. His thumb grazes the corner of your mouth and—
He kisses you like he means it.
No teasing. No jokes.
You whimper. A quiet, involuntary sound you don’t even recognize as your own. And he pulls you closer in response.
You don’t even realize spreading your legs, straddling him from where he still lays down on the couch. Jake’s hands rest on your hip and when his tongue traces your lower lip. When you open your mouth in submission his grip on your hips tightens. You shudder, and then Jake starts guiding your hips. Back and forth, slowly. You let him.
But then, just as suddenly, you both pull back.
You’re both breathing hard. Your thighs are still locked around his hips. His hands still resting on your waist. The air between you feels charged but no one’s saying it.
So you clear your throat and go, voice light, “Okay. Yeah. You’ve… definitely got a good resume.”
Jake huffs a laugh, chest rising under your palms. “Told you.”
“But,” you add, trying to keep your voice teasing, even though your pulse is still sprinting, “I’d need references before hiring full-time.”
He raises an eyebrow. “References? Babe, I am the reference.”
You laugh, it’s shaky, breathless and slowly climb off his lap, adjusting the hem of your shirt like that’ll somehow undo the grinding you just did.
Jake shifts too, leaning back on the couch like nothing happened. Except for the pillow hat he places in his lap. And the way his gaze drops to your lips again, just for a second.
“So,” you say, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Still wanna finish the movie, or was that your idea of a plot twist?”
Jake grins, low and slow. “Let’s see how it ends.”
You press play. But your body’s still humming. He throws his arm across the back of the couch, unbothered.
Neither of you says anything else.
But something’s changed.
And you both know it.
The next morning is weird. It’s one of those days where you can’t work from home so you wake up at the same time as Jake does. And when you step out of your room, wearing only an oversized shirt – that’s probably Jake’s – you pause.
Jake is at the kitchen table, coffee half-drunk and Kindle in hand. His hair is still damp from his shower. He’s wearing that crisp white shirt that always fits a little too well, sleeves already rolled to the elbows.
His eyes lift when he hears your bedroom door creak open, and then they drop, slowly tracing the length of your legs like they have every right to.
“Morning,” you mumble, throat suddenly dry. You don’t wait for him to answer before disappearing into the bathroom.
When you return, you’ve changed into something semi-professional and pulled your hair back. Jake’s putting on his watch by the door. His cologne hits you before his voice does.
“You good?” he asks casually, like you didn’t ride him on the couch fourteen hours ago.
“Peachy,” you say, grabbing your tote bag. Your voice is light. Neutral. A little too neutral.
The car ride is… quieter than usual. There’s no playlist. Just the sound of traffic and turn signals. Until Jake breaks the silence.
“So, Sunoo texted. He wants to do something this weekend,” Jake says, eyes still on the road.
“Oh?” you ask, eyes flicking toward him.
“Haunted house. The one near the old train station.” He glances at you. “You in?”
You shrug, forcing a smile. “Yeah, sure. Who else is coming?”
“Me, Sunoo, Jay, Heeseung. I think Yujin and Liz are joining, too.”
“Great,” you say. “Perfect for Yujin to scream into Jay’s arms.”
Jake chuckles at that. “Better than Sunoo clinging to my hoodie again.”
“You’re the designated safety blanket. You knew what you signed up for.”
Jake glances at you again. His voice drops just a touch, teasing. “You gonna cling to me too this time?”
You don’t answer right away. You let the question hang there, feel the weight of it settle between the bucket seats.
Then you say, “Only if the ghosts get handsy.”
Jake snorts, but you catch the faint smile tugging at his mouth. He taps the steering wheel lightly with his thumb.
“That’s my favorite shirt, by the way,” he says.
You blink. “What?”
“This morning. You wore it last week too.” He pauses. “Looks better on you.”
You stare out the window, ears burning, pretending you don’t hear him. But your heart is a little too loud.
And suddenly, the idea of getting scared on purpose this weekend… doesn’t seem so bad.
Except when the weekend rolls around and the seven of you near the abandoned train station you don’t think you will have to pretend to be scared.
The air is colder here, even though it’s the middle of summer. Not even a breeze breaks through the stillness. Like the atmosphere has forgotten how to move. Everything is quiet in that unnatural, pressurized way that makes your ears buzz. Even the sky feels different. Dusky, despite the fact that it’s barely past sunset.
The old train depot looms ahead. All rusted beams and broken windows, the paint long since peeled away to reveal something grey and rotting underneath. Ivy curls up the corners like fingers trying to hold it shut or maybe hold something in.
Jake whistles low under his breath beside you. “Charming.”
“Nope,” Sunoo says immediately. “Absolutely not. This place is cursed. There’s, like… ghost laws being broken right now.”
Liz snorts. “What the hell are ‘ghost laws’?”
Sunoo ignores her. “Why is it so quiet? Why is the sky pink? Why does it smell like iron and regret—?”
“Stop reading Wattpad,” Jay mutters, though his own grip on the back of Yujin’s shirt is noticeably tight.
“I’m just saying,” Sunoo huffs, edging closer to Liz, “if we go missing, check the attic first. It’s always the attic.”
Heeseung says nothing, but he’s clearly uncomfortable, his hands are in his pockets, shoulders hunched. He gives the place one slow look and mutters, “Why do I feel like something’s watching us?”
Jake laughs under his breath. “Because something is watching us. The actors are probably already inside.”
You glance at him. He looks calm. Relaxed, even. But when you brush his hand with yours, he squeezes it lightly. Just once.
You don’t let go.
By the time you reach inside, you’re glued to his side. He lets you, fingers interlocked together and your other arm gripping his bicep. You think he flexes his muscle when you touch him, but don’t comment on it.
The haunted house (train?) is all black walls and red lighting, with old train sounds whistling through hidden speakers. The air smells like dry metal and artificial fog. Each hallway is tighter than the last, cramped and dark and full of sharp turns.
It doesn’t take long before you’re pressed against Jake, your face buried in his chest after a vampire-jumpscare pops out of a hidden wall.
“Jesus,” you whisper, trying to breathe.
He chuckles and holds you tighter. “They got you good, huh?”
“You flinched too!”
“Only because you screamed in my ear.”
Up ahead, Liz and Sunoo are doing a running commentary about which horror tropes they’re about to fulfill.
“Oh my god, we split up!” Liz shrieks. “This is how I die! I’m the comic relief!”
“I’m the comic relief!” Sunoo counters. “You’re the hot one who survives ‘cause of fan demand!”
Meanwhile, Jay is trying to walk calmly while Yujin clings to his arm with a suspiciously delighted smile. Heeseung’s behind them, dead silent, bambi eyes scanning every corner like he’s prepping for actual war.
But you and Jake… are in your own little bubble. Somewhere between adrenaline and instinct, you’re not thinking anymore. You’re just holding onto him. Sometimes his arm is around your shoulders. Sometimes your hand is in his hoodie pocket. You’re never apart.
At one point, someone turns around and says, “Wait… are you guys, like, together?”
You don’t have time to respond. A vampire lunges from the shadows just then, and you shriek again, arms looping around Jake’s waist.
Behind you, Sunoo gasps, “It’s giving main couple energy!”
You feel Jake’s chest rumble against yours with laughter. You don’t look up.
But later, when the group finally exits through the heavy fire door and spills into fresh night air — breathless, laughing, buzzing — you catch Jake looking at you.
He doesn’t say anything. Just raises an eyebrow like he’s in on a joke you haven’t caught yet. You should roll your eyes. You should brush it off. Instead, you stare back. For just a beat too long. Your pulse is still racing and you know it’s not just because of the fake blood or flashing lights.
The group piles into a tucked-away corner booth at a 24-hour Korean BBQ joint, still riding the adrenaline of half-screams and nervous laughter.
Sunoo is loudly recounting how a jump-scare made him nearly cry. Liz keeps teasing Heeseung for “flinching like a grandma.” Yujin’s arm is looped through Jay’s, who’s clearly enjoying the attention.
You squeeze into the bench between Jake and Heeseung, feeling the warmth of Jake’s thigh pressed casually against yours like it belongs there.
You’re halfway through wrapping some pork belly in lettuce when Heeseung nudges you lightly with his shoulder. “You held it together better than I thought,” he says, mouth tugging into a crooked grin.
You look up, surprised. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “You just… seemed like the type to scream.”
“You’re the one who kept swallowing his own scream,” Liz chimes in with a laugh. “Like, Heeseung, be honest. You were dying in there.”
The table erupts in laughter. Heeseung doesn’t even deny it, just grins, eyes sliding back to you. “Still. You were pretty cool.”
Jake goes quiet beside you. You don’t notice. But his hand rests heavier on the bench now, a fraction behind your back.
The table shifts into smaller conversations. You sip your drink, unaware of Jake’s eyes watching the way Heeseung leans in when you laugh. Or how Heeseung always seems to address you when telling a story.
Jake says nothing. But the ice cubes in his water clink sharp under his grip.
You both get home after dinner. You're still laughing a little, still a bit tipsy from the soju and beer. Jake tosses his hoodie on the back of the couch, stretches. “You good?” he asks, glancing at you.
You nod, toeing off your shoes. “You were kind of a human shield back there.”
Jake smirks. “What can I say. Built different.”
You swat at him as you pass, and when you pause in the hallway, he follows. In the kitchen, you're pouring water, and he steps behind you. He’s too close, not quite touching you but you can feel his breath flutter over your neck. Goosebumps appear on your skin.
You turn around to say something and — bump into him. You both freeze.
It’s nothing. It’s everything.
You laugh. He smiles. Then he tugs you into a hug, arms wrapping low around your waist. You don’t even question it anymore. Your arms slide around his shoulders. His face buries into your neck. You hold there. A few beats too long.
Then his hands start to move. Thumbs brushing over the hem of your shirt. Fingertips ghosting up your spine. You should say something, but instead you start leaning. Hips shifting closer. Your fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his neck.
You whisper, “You’re touchy tonight.”
Jake laughs, but it’s quieter now. “You didn’t mind seem to mind it in the train.”
“No,” you admit. “I didn’t, still don’t.”
When you pull back, it’s just enough to see his face. His eyes flick to your mouth. Then away. Then back again. He doesn’t let go of your waist. If anything his grip feels firmer, grounding you in this kitchen into his arms. Like you belong in them.
You tilt your head. “What?”
Jake hesitates. Then shrugs, too casual. “Nothing.”
You narrow your eyes. “No, what is it?”
He exhales slowly through his nose. “Just… you and Heeseung were talking a lot tonight.”
You blink. “So?”
He shrugs again, but it’s tighter this time. Like he regrets saying anything. “Didn’t realize you were into that.”
You stare at him, utterly confused. “Into what?”
Jake’s gaze finally meets yours head-on. “Guys who flirt like they’re trying not to get caught.”
Your lips part, startled. “What? He wasn’t— Jake. Are you jealous?”
“No,” he says immediately. Too fast. Then, quietly “Maybe.”
It’s quiet. So quiet you can hear the tick of the fridge behind you. Your fingers flex where they still rest on the back of his neck. You step in all the way now chest to chest.
And you say, softly “There’s nothing going on with me and Heeseung, we’re just friends.”
Jake’s jaw clenches. “Good.”
His hands slide up your sides. “Are we also just friends?”
You tilt your head. “I’m not sure what you mean, but you’re acting like you want to prove something.”
“I do,” he says. Then leans in. His lips find yours and it’s like a fuse short-circuits. The kiss starts hard. His hands gripping your waist, your thighs pressing closer, the edge of the counter digging into your back. Jake doesn’t ease into it this time. He kisses like he means it, like he's been waiting all night.
You gasp into his mouth. His tongue sweeps past your lips, and you moan before you can stop it.
His hands drop to your thighs, squeezing, and then he’s lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. You spread your legs and he steps between them without breaking the kiss.
One of his hands slides up your bare thigh under your shirt. His touch slow, teasing, stopping just below where you want him. The other cups your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, chasing his mouth. Jake growls softly into the kiss low and pleased and murmurs against your lips “Still just friends?”
You shake your head, breathless. “Stop talking.”
But the specialness of the moment was ruined. As soon the words leave your lips Jake pulls back. He looks like a kicked puppy. A hot kicked puppy, with swollen lips and hair a mess. And it’d be hot if it weren’t for the look in his eyes.
Hurt.
Jake steps back completely. His hands fall from your waist like you burned him. “Right,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “Just… talking too much again.”
You blink. “Jake—”
But he’s already turning away, moving down the hallway. Your chest tightens, but you don’t follow. What would you even say? That it didn’t mean anything? That it did? Instead, you stare at the counter where he just stood. Your thighs are still spread. The air still tastes like his kiss.
The silence stretches between your two rooms that night like a canyon.
And it continues into the next day. You hear the door shut closed after he leaves for work. He’d usually come and say bye, sometimes even kissing the top of your head.
You’re not sure what you’re feeling when he just leaves. A strange hollowness seems to follow you throughout the day. Like a dark shadow you can’t quite shake.
You sit on the pleather couch, just staring at your screen as if the script would write itself. But no matter how much you push, no words get typed out. Or even worse, they do, but suck.
Whenever you try to concentrate your thoughts betray you. The kiss replaying like a music video over and over again. You force yourself reread your script for the fifth time.
It sucks. You have a writers block.
You want to scream, deadline fast approaching but you just can’t write today. You slam the laptop closed just as the front door opens.
Jake comes home after work, loosening his tie. Looks at you — slumped on the couch, laptop closed, a half-eaten granola bar on the table.
“You’re still in the same spot as this morning.” He notes, but you don’t register the concern in his voice.
“Congrats. You can see.” You flatly deadpan at end with your nerves. It was everything, the kiss, your confusing feelings, the writer’s block. Nothing seems to be going your way today.
He sets his bag down carefully, steps over to the couch, and lowers himself beside you. His knee touches yours.
“Is this… because of what happened yesterday?” he asks, voice softer now. Cautious. Like he’s not sure if he’s stepping on a landmine or something delicate.
You blink at him. Then scoff quietly. “No.”
His eyes flicker.
“I mean—” You sigh, finally looking at him. “Maybe. I don’t know. Everything’s just… loud right now. In my head.”
He stays quiet. He hates not being sure of you. Hates the idea that maybe you regret it. Jake’s fingers twitch, but he doesn’t reach for you yet. “Did I do something wrong?”
The question makes you soften. Just a little.
“No,” you say. “It’s not you. It’s this.” You gesture at the couch. The mess. The day. Your laptop. “I have a deadline tomorrow and I’ve written nothing. I’ve been sitting here for hours and everything I type feels like garbage.”
Jake breathes out. A small sound. His shoulders relax.
“Oh,” he says, almost relieved. Then he glances at you again — closer this time — eyes flickering to your mouth. “So it’s work.”
“Yeah,” you mumble. “Just work.”
A beat passes.
“You should’ve texted me,” he says, voice casual. “I could’ve picked up something sweet on the way home.”
“I didn’t know you were taking care of me now,” you say, teasing, tired.
Jake’s expression softens in that unreadable, dangerous way he has. “Someone has to.”
Then he moves closer.
You don’t stop him. His arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Your cheek finds the soft place between his jaw and collarbone. He smells like cologne and fabric softener and something warmer underneath, something like home.
“You’re so tense,” he murmurs, thumb brushing lightly over your arm.
You sigh again, melting without meaning to. The hug isn’t just comforting it’s grounding. Familiar. He rubs your back, and something in your chest eases. You sit like that for a while, your limbs tangled loosely.
Then Jake leans back just a little, just enough to see your face. His hand slides down your arm, brushes over your bare knee, thumb pressing into your thigh.
You glance at him, blinking.
He tilts his head. “Want me to distract you?”
You go still. “What?”
Jake’s hand doesn’t move, but his eyes are darker now. Slower. Studying you. Like he’s weighing your silence, like he’s making sure you understand him.
You do. All too well. And the worst part is you want to be distracted. You want to forget everything.
You swallow. “Jake…”
But you don’t say no.
Not when his hand slides higher. Not when he shifts to face you fully, his knee pressing between yours, lips brushing your cheek. Not when he whispers, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
And when you breathe out, shaky and slow, that’s the only yes he needs. You allow him to guide you, lay flatly on the couch. And watch him.
You pupils are blown. His hands are slow at first, deliberate, almost reverent as they slide beneath the hem of your shorts. Jake swallows hard when you lift your hips for him, helping him pull them down your legs. His fingers tremble slightly as he sets them aside.
Your eyes are wide. Blown.
He hovers above you for a moment, one hand pressed against the couch cushion by your head. His eyes meet yours — and it’s not teasing, not smug. Just watchful. There’s a storm brewing beneath his gaze. A question, unspoken.
Still okay?
You nod, and your breath stutters. "Jake."
He leans in, brushes a kiss against your inner thigh, then another, higher. You flinch slightly at how tender it is. How intimate.
“Relax,” he murmurs again, voice low. His hands slide beneath your thighs and he shifts you forward. Closer to him. “Let me take care of you.”
You’re not sure if he’s talking about your stress, your block, your loneliness or himself. But when his mouth meets your lower lips he’s slow and devastating and you forget the question altogether.
He’s not rushed. Not greedy. He moves like someone making up for something, like this is a confession more than an act. A worship. Each flick of his tongue purposeful, his grip tightening when your thighs threaten to close around his head. He wants to be here. He needs to be here.
You gasp when Jake licks a long stripe from your hole up to your clit. He reaches for your thighs, setting them on his shoulders and then he digs in again.
He’s rougher this time, suckling on your clit. He moans, sucking with more passion when you grab his hair.
He let’s you rock his face on your pussy, squeezing your thighs.
And you… fall apart too easily. The slow build of pressure has been sitting inside your body all day, maybe longer. Weeks. The almost-kisses, the confusing touches, the way he looks at you like he wants to ruin you gently.
It all crests as his fingers dig into your hips and he murmurs against you, low and coaxing, “That’s it. Just like that.”
It’s almost too much. Not from stimulation but from the intimacy. From how seen you feel. You hear how wet you are, can feel Jake’s jaw work. And then – he adds fingers.
He slips his middle finger into you and your mind literally melts. Pleasure is all you can focus on right now, not caring about how loud you’re being or the way your hips keep humping his fingers deeper into you.
You tangle your fingers into his hair, back arching. “Jake—fuck—why are you—”
“Shh.” He hums into you, sending another wave through your body. “You needed this. That’s all.”
And when you finally come apart — shoulders tense, mouth parted, breath catching in your throat — Jake doesn’t stop. Lapping your juices up as if he’s a starving man. But it’s too much. You’re twitching, trying to pull back – but Jake has you locked in place.
He doesn’t let you go until you’re a whimpering and squirming mess, too sensitive, gasping his name like it’s a question.
He looks up at you from between your thighs, lips slick, eyes dark and unreadable.
You blink. “What the hell was that?”
Jake just wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and shifts forward so he’s hovering over you again, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes and back.
“You needed it,” he repeats, soft and serious. “That’s all.”
But you both know that’s not all. It’s not sex. But it’s not not, either. And neither of you have a single word for what this is now.
Instead of answering him, instead of letting yourself ruminate over what just happened, you pull him down into a kiss.
Jake seems surprised, gasping when your lips meet. But you don’t mind taking lead. You cup his face, legs wrapping around his waist as you kiss him as if your life depended on it.
He kisses you back, matching your urgency, your need. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the saltiness of it making you moan as you grind down against his thigh, chasing more.
He groans into your mouth, hands gripping your waist tighter.
“You’re—” a breathless peck to his lips, “such—” another kiss, “a good friend.”
The words slip out, stupid and soft, the kind of thing you didn’t really mean — or maybe meant differently in your head.
Jake freezes.
His mouth is still on yours, but he doesn’t kiss back this time. His brow creases, and after a beat, he pulls away. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes flutter shut like he’s trying to hold something in. His body is still hard against you, unmistakably turned on — but that fire dims as he slowly leans back.
“I need to shower,” he says quietly, voice low and clipped. “Watch a movie when I come back?”
You nod, feeling his absence instantly as he pulls away. Your chest aches not just from arousal but something else now. Regret? Confusion? You’re not sure. You didn’t mean it like that. Not like just a friend.
But the damage is done.
When he returns, fresh from the shower, his hair damp and curling at the ends, he wraps you in a blanket before joining you on the couch.
You expect warmth. Closeness.
Instead, the blanket settles like a barrier that’s soft, but solid. His arm curls around you from behind, sure, but there’s distance in the way he holds you now. A subtle restraint, like he’s afraid of touching too much.
Your chest twists.
You almost say something about earlier, about the kiss, about what you meant, but the words sit thick in your throat.
Because the truth is, you didn’t mean to call him a friend like that. Not in that moment. Not when you were half out of breath, high off his touch. But it was easier to label it safe than admit how much you were spiraling inside. How close you felt. How badly you wanted him to stay.
You fidget under the blanket. Jake doesn’t speak.
Your hand twitches like it wants to reach for his. It doesn’t.
And maybe this is what hurts more than anything — not the silence, not even the awkwardness. But the knowing. That one wrong word was enough to push you back behind this invisible line neither of you knows how to cross again.
So you let him hold you. Quiet. Still.
Not because you're fine with it, but because you're scared if you speak, the rest will tumble out. Everything you don’t know how to ask for. Everything you're afraid he doesn't want.
And maybe… just maybe, if you wait, this will pass. If you keep the quiet gentle, maybe you can find a way to fix it later. To talk when the air doesn’t feel so fragile. When it won’t sound like a confession.
So you press your face into the pillow, trying not to breathe too loud. Trying not to need too much.
Behind you, Jake shifts a little closer, just barely. His arm tightens for a second, like he almost forgets the wall between you.
But then it loosens again.
And neither of you says a word.
The next morning, Jake comes into your room just before leaving for work. He leans down. Presses a soft kiss to your cheek. Like it's nothing. Then he straightens, gives you a small smile that’s polite and distant and he disappears.
You lie there, frozen.
At first, you try to brush it off. Tell yourself this is what you wanted, right? Just friends. No pressure. No awkwardness. But that kiss stings in a way you weren’t prepared for. So you do the only thing that makes sense in the moment.
You start ignoring him back.
When he texts, you leave him on read. When he walks into the room, you don’t look up. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. But beneath the chill, the silence, the shoulder-turning — your heart aches. You’re not mad. Not really. You just don’t know how to say I didn’t mean it like that.
You miss him. And worse — you want him. Not just the way he touched you, but the way he looked at you. Like you weren’t just some girl, but someone he couldn’t stop wanting.
You crave that again.
So by the time Thursday rolls around, your pride is fraying, your patience thinning. You need a reaction. Any reaction.
Which is why you’re sitting on the couch in shorts that toe the line between indecent and illegal, a tank top clinging to you like it’s been shrunk in the wash — waiting.
Not because you think this’ll fix it. Not because you're confident. But because it's the only language you know how to speak right now.
The door clicks open.
Jake walks in.
You don’t turn your head. Not right away. You hear the jingle of keys. The sound of shoes being kicked off. A pause.
Then, finally, his voice — calm, clipped, guarded.
“Didn’t realize this was a lingerie party.”
You glance up slowly, eyes wide with innocence. “Oh?” you murmur. “This? Just comfy.”
And even though you smile, your heart's pounding in your chest. Because you're not teasing — you're reaching.
Jake drops his bag by the door, loosens his tie, and walks past you — like it’s nothing. But his eyes… his eyes say something else entirely.Lingering. Burning.
You push further.
“I was feeling a little hot,” you say casually, stretching your arms overhead. The hem of your tank rises with you.
He opens the fridge. Grabs water. Doesn’t look at you.
“You don’t say.”
You blink. So he’s going to act like he doesn’t care?
You rise. Pad toward the kitchen on bare feet. “You’ve been quiet,” you say, voice light. “Everything okay?”
Jake shrugs, drinks. “Busy week.”
He won’t meet your eyes.
You step closer. “Or is it the fact that you had your mouth on me, and now you’re acting like we’re just roommates again?”
That gets his attention.
Jake finally turns — cool gaze sweeping over you, lingering a second too long on the slope of your chest, the bare skin of your thighs. Then his mouth quirks. Not a smile — more like a warning.
“We are just roommates,” he says. “Friends. You said so yourself.”
You blink. “Right,” you say tightly. “So friends can do that? Friends can—”
You don’t finish. You’re flustered now, and Jake sees it. Smirks.
You move closer, fast, needing the upper hand. Bold. You press a hand to his chest, slide your fingers down to his waistband. Your other hand rests on his shoulder. You glance up at him, lashes low.
“You’re hard.”
Jake doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. “So are we taking turns stating the obvious now?”
Your breath catches.
His voice is calm. Controlled. Cold.
“You’re the one who wanted no label,” he continues, tone light but jaw tight. “So this? It doesn’t count. Just a reaction, right?”
You falter.
He leans down, mouth brushing your ear.
“But you’re not really looking for just reactions, are you?”
And then he walks past you. And now you’re confused.
You tried not letting it get to you, but insecurity starts to seep in. Was something wrong with you? You’re chilling in your room when your phone pings. It’s the groupchat.
🌞noo:
PARTY THIS FRIDAYYYY BY THE RIVER. pls someone else bring the aux tho. jake’s taste in music makes me want to bite drywall
Jake:
you’ve literally danced to my shit before????
🌞noo:
yeah because i’m hot and adaptable not bcs it was good
💋 Liz:
sunoo let jake have one win this week 😭
Jay:
where is this exactly?
Yujin:
next to the trail behind the docks. we used to go there for bonfires remember?
You respond, half-joking:
cute. will there be skinny-dipping or should i bring a towel
🦌 Hee:
you can borrow mine 👀
You do a double look as you read his reply. Your stomach swoops but before you can reply Jake’s responding.
Jake:
relax.
🦌 Hee:
lmao. you relax. what, scared she’ll get cold?
🦊 you:
i love it when the groupchat turns into a pissing contest <3
Jay:
anyway i’m bringing tequila. yujin said she’s making jello shots.
Yujin:
no i didn’t
Jay:
you will tho 😇
💋 Liz:
can we all agree on one thing?
🌞noo:
no drama
💋 Liz:
no hookups between friends
🦊 you:
girl be serious
Is what you type, but your mind is already wandering traitorously to a boy with black fluffy hair and a puppy persona.
It’s Friday. Jay picked you and Jake up and now here you were. Golden hour is kissing the riverbank. Music drifts lazily through bluetooth speakers. There's a cooler full of drinks half-submerged in the water. People are arriving in waves — towels, sandals, skin on display.
You're in a two-piece with a light cover-up that’s definitely more "slip" than "dress." You clock Jake the second he gets in Jay’s car. Black swim trunks. Messy hair. Oversized tee hanging off his shoulder. He meets your gaze once and looks away.
Heeseung’s the one who whistles when he sees you.
“You always gotta show up looking like a vacation?”
You snort. “And you always gotta flirt like it’s your job?”
He grins. “Not a job if I enjoy it.”
Jake’s nearby. Not close. Not far. Just watching with a drink in hand, jaw tight. Sunoo and Liz are already loudly arguing over who makes better playlists. Jay and Yunjin are sitting side by side but not touching, throwing little glances every few minutes.
But Jake?
He’s not talking much. Not laughing. He hasn’t really been spending any time with you over the past week. Not texting as much. And suddenly it matters more than it should.
You pretend you’re not flirting with Heeseung. Yes, you lean in when he jokes. Yes you laugh too loudly at something stupid he says. And maybe you’re watching Jake’s reactions when you do so.
And he sees it. He sees the way you touch Heeeung’s shoulder when he makes you laugh. Sees the way Heeseung’s eyes seem to linger too long on your top. And something in him snaps.
Just then you lean into Heeseung, Jake sees you saying something to him and then you’re leaving.
He follows you before Heeseung can.
The bass from outside the bathroom thumps through the tiled walls. You’re alone, fixing your lip gloss in the mirror, but your hands are shaking from nerves. You had a feeling he followed you.
The door creaks open. Jake steps in. Locks it.
You meet his eyes in the mirror.
“Bathroom’s taken,” you say, tone flat.
He doesn’t leave. Just watches you. “You and Heeseung having fun?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”
Jake shrugs. “You’ve been laughing at all his jokes. Hanging off him like he’s your boyfriend.”
You spin around slowly, still leaning against the sink. “So what? You jealous?”
He doesn't answer right away. Just stares at you, jaw tight, chest rising a little faster than normal.
“Should I be?”
You swallow. “I don’t know. Should you?”
Jake takes one step closer. Then another. He’s toe-to-toe with you now, his hand brushing your hip.
You don’t back down. “We’re just friends, remember? Isn’t that what we are?”
He exhales through his nose. The corner of his mouth twitches.
Then, without warning, he steps between you and the sink, arms braced on either side of you, caging you in.
You’re breathless.
“I was doing just fine,” he murmurs, voice low, eyes scanning your face, “telling myself we’re just friends.”
Your heart stutters. “What changed?”
Jake leans in, nose brushing yours. “You.”
You blink. “Because I flirted?”
“Because you know exactly what you’re doing.” His voice sharpens, heated now. “Wearing that dress. Touching his arm. Laughing like that.”
“I was just being nice—”
“No, you were provoking me. And you wanted me to see it.”
Your stomach flips.
Jake’s hand slides to your hip, pulls you flush against him. You can feel him. Hard and restrained. His voice stays low and even, but it cuts through you.
“You wanted a reaction?” His hand slips under your cover-up, skims bare skin. “Now you’re going to deal with it.”
He presses you harder against the sink. His other hand wraps around your throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming. You half whimper half gasp, chest rising and falling deeply as you let him do with you whatever he pleases. After all, this was what you wanted.
“I’m not gonna say it,” he whispers, mouth brushing your ear. “Not yet. But I’ll show you.”
You gasp as he hooks your leg up on the sink, exposing you. You dress hikes up, bunching by your waist as your panties are put on display.
His hand slides between your thighs, brushes over the fabric clinging to you, wet and sticky.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, amused. “And you’re trying to act like you don’t care.”
You clench around nothing, lips parted.
He pulls your panties to the side but doesn’t give you what you want. Just strokes you slow, maddening. Teasing. Fingers never quite brushing over your clit. He plays with you like that until you react.
You whimper.
“Use your words,” he murmurs, fingers circling your hole.
“Jake…”
“Say it louder.” He commands, stopping his movement.
“Please—”
He gives your pussy a sharp slap. The sting oddly pleasurable. But the unexpectedness of it, makes you flinch.
Your eyes fly open. “What—?”
“You like begging?” he says, tone cool, eyes half-lidded. “I think you do.”
He sinks to his knees, pulls your hips forward on the counter. You scramble for grip. His mouth is hot and unrelenting — but he keeps you right on the edge. Tongue circling your clit, tugging, sucking on it but never in the way he knows you like.
Eventually he gives in, circling your clit with his tongue, before working with his jaw. Loud suckling sound can be heard mixed with your loud whimpers.
But every time you start to fall apart, he backs off.
By the third time you’re panting. Desperate. “Jake—!”
He looks up at you, lips wet. “Say you want me.”
“I want you.” You cry out, rocking your hips (or trying to) against any surface. You’re practically buzzing with the need to release, shaking in want.
“No. Say you want to be mine.”
You falter. The words feel too big.
He doesn’t push. Just pulls back slightly — and the emptiness is unbearable.
“Say it,” he says again, softer now. “Or I’ll stop.”
Your hands fist in his hair.
“I’m yours.”
His eyes flash with something akin to victory and hunger.
“That’s better.”
He stands, yanks your panties down, and pushes into you in one smooth thrust. You want to curse, the stretch almost too much. You feel too full and at the same time you want more.
Your moan is caught halfway in your throat. He kisses you like it’s punishment, like it’s worship. One hand on your throat. The other cradling the back of your head like you’re glass.
“You make me fucking insane,” he groans, hips snapping up into you, rougher now. “You want danger? You want someone to claim you?”
“Yes,” you choke out. “Yes.”
He fucks you like it’s a message. Like he’s carving his name into you. Hips relentlessly pushing into you.
You whimper, the rough pace Jake set making you cock drunk.
Jake notices, the hand around your throat sinks lower, covering youe tit as Jake leans down.
He kisses your neck softly, his hips snapping into you. He’s so close to you that he’s almost humping into you. Your body moving with his whenever he thrusts into you.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling harshly and Jake bites you. Literally bites you. And then, he’s sucking a love bite on your skin. Right below your throat. For everyone to see.
After, when you’re trembling and dazed and the mirror’s fogged with heat, he doesn’t say a word. Just adjusts your cover-up gently, tucks your hair behind your ear, and kisses your forehead like you didn’t just break each other in a public bathroom.
The morning after the party you’re tired. Hungover. Emotionally tapped. You fumble through your kitchen, making tea like your body doesn’t ache with memory — like Jake didn’t fuck you in a bathroom last night so hard you still feel him in you.
He’s already sat behind the kitchen table, almost as if he was waiting for you to wake up. At first neither of you say anything.
Until you can’t take it anymore.
“What?” you ask with more bite than you intended.
Jake’s jaw is tight. “We need to talk.”
You cross your arms. “There’s nothing to—”
“Don’t,” he snaps. “Don’t do that again.”
You blink. “Do what?”
“Pretend it didn’t matter.”
Silence.
“You always do this,” Jake says, voice low. “Something happens, and you brush it off. You act like I’m imagining it.”
You open your mouth — and he shakes his head.
“You’re not confused. You’re scared.”
Your breath catches. You hate how right he is. He always sees you. Even when you don't want to be seen.
You try again. “Jake, we were drunk. The party—”
“I wasn’t drunk,” he says. “You know I wasn’t.”
His eyes are sharp, unreadable. “Were you?”
You hesitate. Shake your head once.
He exhales, jaw flexing — then takes a step forward. “So just say it.”
You take a shaky step back. “Say what?”
“That you want me.”
Your back hits the wall. “Jake—”
He pins you with his eyes, chest rising and falling. “Say it.”
You can’t look at him. “Why? So you can say I told you so?”
“No,” he says quietly. “So I can finally touch you without wondering if you’ll run the second we’re done.”
You grab his shirt, fisting it near his stomach, and pull him in until your breath fans his lips. “I want you,” you whisper. “All of you.”
His hands lift slow, intentional, and cup your face like you're something breakable. His thumbs brush your cheeks. He tilts your chin up, studies you.
"Okay," he says, like a vow.
When he kisses you, it’s not hurried or hungry. It’s deep. His mouth moves over yours like he’s memorizing, reclaiming. And when he finally pulls back, you're breathless.
“I’ve thought about this,” he murmurs, his lips grazing your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. “How you sound. How you taste. How you fall apart.”
His hand slides under your shirt, resting over your stomach not rushing, just feeling.
“And I’m not gonna stop this time,” he says. “Not until you forget anyone else ever looked at you.”
You gasp when his fingers dip lower, but he still doesn’t move fast. He lingers. Draws circles on your thigh like he’s playing with patience, watching you twitch.
He likes it. The way you can’t stay still. The way your breath comes shorter now, even though he’s barely touched you.
“You’re squirmy,” he murmurs, amused. “Already?”
“Jake,” you whisper, nails digging into his arms.
His gaze flicks up, sharp and dark. “Use your words.”
“You want me?” Jake asks, voice quiet but laced with heat.
“Yes,” you breathe, eyes wide.
He studies you, gaze steady. “Then prove it.”
Your heart skips. “I will. Jake—” you reach for him, desperate now, “I swear, anything.”
A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face.
“Yeah? Then let me try something,” he murmurs.
He produces a silk tie. The same one he wore this week. The same one that still smells faintly like cologne and heat and him. You hum in anticipation, you think he’s probably going to tell you to turn around and tie your wrists together. But you’re caught off guard when he speaks.
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs.
You do. The tie ghosts across your cheek, a featherlight tease, before he slips it around your eyes and knots it behind your head — tight enough to hold, loose enough to keep you comfortable. Your breath catches as darkness wraps around you. It heightens everything. And everything is laced with Jake. It’s like you’re in a personal Jake-terrarium, his scent all around you, his hands ghosting over your arms, shoulders and back. He laces your fingers when you feel him against your ear, warm and close.
“You’re not gonna run this time?” His voice is low, close, threading against the shell of your ear.
“No,” you whisper. “I want this.”
“You want me,” he corrects. His fingers brush your jaw, tracing down your neck. “Say it.”
“I want you,” you repeat, voice needy.
Jake hums — satisfied, not smug. Then his hands take yours, and he guides you. Carefully. Silently. Every step feels electric. You don’t know where he’s taking you — until the air shifts, cooler now, tinged with the crisp morning air.
You’re on the balcony.
The city hums below. Too far to hear, close enough to feel. You’re hidden from view — probably. Not completely. It doesn’t matter.
Your hands rest on the railing, and Jake’s voice returns, low and calm behind you.
“Stay still.”
You do.
He steps in close, chest against your back, fingers slipping under your shirt, sliding it up, baring you to the sky.
“This okay?” he asks.
You nod, but it’s not enough.
“Words,” he reminds you, breath warm on your shoulder.
“Yes, Jake.”
The tie around your eyes tightens with your inhale. The air is cool, but Jake’s hands are fire.
He kneels behind you.
You feel his mouth first — soft, reverent — trailing kisses along the backs of your thighs, then up higher. You slightly bend over, hands gripping the balcony railing as if it’ your lifeline. And in a way it was. Because just one slip ad it could end badly – but you trust Jake. Trust him to take care of you.
His hands grip your hips. Gently at first. Then firmer. Possessive. And he holds you in place, watching as you try to rub your thighs together, but when his grip is too tight you switch to rocking your hips back and forward. it doesn’t give you any friction and that’s when Jake’s hands slide towards your butt, then under your butt, before he’s slippin one hand to your inner thighs.
But he doesn’t touch you there yet. He simply pushes his face into your clothed butt, nose pressing right where you need him. And then he says,
“You smell like you’ve been thinking about this all day.”
You whimper. He chuckles — low, pleased.
Then his fingertips glide up inside of you and you gasp. He was gentle, yet powerful. You spread your legs further, bending down even more so your chest presses against the cold railing.
“You’re soaked,” he says as he keeps pushing two digits in and out of you in a scissoring motion. Your hips twitch. He presses you still with one hand, the other pulling at your lacy panties.
“Did you wear these for me?” he asks.
“Yes,” you breathe, wiggling your cunt over his hand.
“Did you want me to find you like this? Desperate. Squirming.”
“Yes,” you breathe, your pretty hole practically vibrating with the way you keep doing kegles.
His finger circles your clit — barely there. And you moan, knuckles white from how hard you’re holding onto the railing.
“Hold still,” he murmurs.
You try. You fail.
He tsks under his breath and let’s go of the panties. They snap. The touch stinging. You immediately still completely. “Didn’t I say still?”
You gasp. “I’m sorry—”
Jake strokes deeper once, then pulls away. You whine at the loss.
He loves this. You can feel it in the way he exhales — slow, in control. You’re on fire. He’s the one holding the match. He stands up then, hugging you from behind. He presses his hips against you and you moan, rocking yourself back into him. Jake kisses your neck, and it’s all you can focus on.
But his hands are already pulling your panties down, he lightly pats you on your butt and you step aside a bit, letting them fully fall down. You don’t worry about someone seeing you two, you were too high up for pedestrians to see and your neighbors had the view obstructed by the railing. But still, you shiver once he bares you to the outside world.
But Jake doesn’t worry, he’s back on his knees as soon as your panties hit the ground. Then one finger slips back in. Then another. He keeps them deep as he pushes them in, and out. In a hook motion, reaching the most pleasurable spot inside of you. His whole palm is on your cunt, with his thumb teasing your clit in light, endless circles.
“You feel that?” he whispers, mouth against your ear now. “How perfect you are like this? Bare. Open. Mine.”
You whimper. “Jake—”
“Not yet.”
He pulls his fingers out. You nearly sob.
Then he brings them to your lips. “Open.”
You do. He pushes them past your mouth, slow and steady, watching as you suck him clean.
“Good girl,” he says.
You nearly come from those two words alone.
“Ready?” he asks.
You nod frantically, tie still in place, heart pounding out of your ribs. Jake pushes and hold you into his desired position. Now you’re standing straight, looking as if you’re just looking over the city (if only it weren’t for the tie still tied around your head), and Jake is holding you from behind – as if he’s just hugging you.
Your head cocks to the side, and Jake nuzzles into it. His right hand disappears behind you and you can hear him shuffling behind you.
Then you feel it — his cock, thick and warm against your entrance.
“You sure you’re not gonna run again?” he murmurs, teasing the tip against you.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper. “Just—please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” you plead, grinding yourself against his dick. And Jake finally pushes his hard dick into you. You don’t think you’ve ever been stretched by a dick this good and you kind of stop breathing. The lack of oxygen and vision made the feeling of his dick ten times better.
And you know Jake feels it too. He groans as soon as his cockhead stuffs you, hips stilling and stuttering for a moment.
You whine, squeezing him in a silent command to give you more, more, more.
“More Jakey, please,” you whine, he tsks but complies. Slowly stuffing you full.
He doesn’t give either of you time to move before he’s thrusting into you. Slowly. So slowly you think you know how every vein looks, how every ridge looks and you still want more.
Jake fucks you with intent. Deep, deliberate strokes that claim you inch by inch. You’re crying out, gripping the railing, blindfolded and desperate. He fucks you like he’s memorizing every sound you make. Like this isn’t just sex it’s proof.
That you’re not going anywhere.
That you’re his.
And when he finally lets you fall apart, it’s to the sound of his voice behind you, whispering like a spell
“That’s it. Good girl. Let them hear how mine you are.”
Your body’s still trembling, silk tie slipping down your nose, the air cooling your skin. Jake doesn’t speak right away. He just holds you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder — then another, higher this time, near your neck.
You feel his heartbeat against your back. Fast. Just like yours.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers.
You start to laugh, just a little. Maybe from adrenaline. Maybe because you don’t know what else to do.
Jake gently unties the blindfold, letting it fall away. He cups your jaw, turns you to face him, and really looks at you.
“Too much?” he asks softly.
“No,” you say too quickly. Then realizing that might sound dismissive you add, “It was… good. Intense. But good.”
He studies you for a beat, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. You think he might tease you, say something cocky but instead, he kisses your forehead.
Then your temple.
Then your lips.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He doesn’t give you a chance to protest.
Carries you in, literally. Like you weigh nothing. Like you’re something precious.
He runs a warm bath and adds eucalyptus salt like it’s routine. His hands are all over you — not sexually now, just present. Stroking your back as you sink into the water. Brushing damp hair from your face. Letting you lean into his chest when you finally relax.
You close your eyes. Not because you're tired. Because it’s easier than letting him see how much this is affecting you.
He still sees it.
“You okay?” he asks again, quieter now, as if he knows you’re trying not to feel anything too real.
“I’m fine,” you mutter. But your fingers are clinging to his forearm.
Jake notices. Smiles a little.
“I always kiss your temple after,” he says casually, like it’s a fact. “Even before tonight.”
Your eyes snap open. “You do?”
He nods. “It’s where you melt the most.”
You scoff. “That’s not—” But you trail off. Because yeah. You probably do.
Once you’re dry, wrapped in a soft towel and oversized shirt that smells like him, he pulls you into bed. Doesn’t let go.
You lie there together, limbs tangled, and it should be awkward, but it’s not. Not until the words slip out of your mouth — too fast, like everything else with you lately.
“So… what now?”
Jake shifts to look at you. “Now I take you on a real date.”
You blink. “Even if we’re already fucking?”
“Especially if we’re already fucking.”
That makes you laugh. So does he. Your noses bump as you kiss again, slower this time. Lazy. Sweet.
Afterwards you head to a late lunch — the usual post-party ritual. Sunoo picked the spot: some cozy place with overpriced eggs and bottomless mimosas. Everyone’s a little sluggish, mildly hungover, and deeply curious.
You and Jake walk in together.
At first, no one clocks it.
But then you slide into the booth next to Jake. And his hand is still resting on the small of your back when you sit. You’re glowing. He looks way too pleased.
Sunoo is the first to notice.
His eyes narrow. “Wait…”
Jake doesn’t say anything. Just leans back, throws his arm casually behind you like it’s nothing like it’s normal and smirks.
Sunoo gasps.
“WAIT.”
Jay lifts an eyebrow over his coffee. “Here we go.”
“Is this—are you two—” Sunoo points between you like he’s solving a murder. “Did you finally do it?”
Liz drops her fork. “Finally?”
Yujin gasps, slapping Jay’s arm. “I told you something was up after the haunted house.”
Jay just sips his drink. “Yeah, but I figured we’d all be grandparents before they figured it out.”
Heeseung doesn’t say anything at first. He just tilts his head, eyes flicking between the two of you. There’s a little smile tugging at his mouth — you think it’s fond, but you also see the tiniest flicker of something else. Surprise, maybe. Something more complicated. Still, he raises his glass like a toast.
“Well,” he says smoothly. “I guess Jake finally manned up.”
You look at him, curious, but Jake doesn’t flinch. “Someone had to,” he replies, calm and steady.
Sunoo clutches his chest. “So it’s real? Like real real?”
Jake nods. And then like it’s not a big deal at all he laces your fingers with his under the table.
You don’t pull away.
“Wait,” Liz says, eyes darting around. “Have you guys, like… had the talk?”
Jake looks at you. “Have we?”
You smile at him, that private kind of smile only he seems to get. “I think last night counted.”
Sunoo practically combusts.
“OH MY GOD THEY TOTALLY FUCKED.”
You slap your palm over your face. Jake just laughs, entirely unbothered. “Thanks for keeping it classy, Sunoo.”
Heeseung raises his brows. “Bathroom?”
Jay chokes on his drink.
“Not confirming or denying,” Jake says but he’s grinning now, actually grinning like he just won the lottery and isn’t even trying to hide it.
“You’re disgusting,” Yujin says through a laugh, but she’s clearly happy for you. “But like, in a cute way. I guess.”
“Disgustingly overdue,” Liz mutters. “Seriously, this has been months of tension. I deserve a gift basket.”
Sunoo nods, dead serious. “With candles. And at least one thank-you note.”
You roll your eyes but you’re still smiling.
And underneath the noise, the teasing, the laughter, Jake leans closer to your ear. Low enough that no one else hears.
“Mine,” he murmurs.
You look at him. “Yours.”
And for once, saying it feels easy.
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Can't Help But Feel Alone
Christopher Sturniolo x Reader
Warnings: Angst, intense feelings, reader is low-key depressed, mentions of hooking up, fake orgasms, fake moans, and probably more !
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You sat alone in your room, the dim light casting shadows on the walls. You couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging anywhere in life. It gnawed at you constantly, this sense that if you up and left for good, it wouldn't affect anyone at all. No one would notice. You wouldn't be a blip on anyone's radar. It wouldn't matter.
The weight of this realization pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. You felt like a bystander to your own life, watching it pass by without being able to participate. Every time you tried to voice your opinion, people would either ignore you or brush you off as if you were a piece of lint. It was like you were invisible, and the more you tried to be seen, the more you faded into the background.
You thought about how much you longed to matter to someone, anyone. But the harsh reality was that you felt utterly insignificant, and that thought was almost too much to bear.
The days always seem to drag along. Slowly inching by as if time were a dying heart. Beating just barely. Just enough to get by. That's how you felt. You felt as though you were barely getting by.
It didn't matter what you did: surrounding yourself with people, taking large amounts of work that you knew you shouldn't, and even going so far as to hook up with someone random. None of it worked.
Your hookup wanted to become more of a regular in your life. He claimed it was casual. Simply a fix for the both of you. Anytime one of you may need it. At least that's what he had said. Of course you didn't mind. Anything to not be so alone.
So here you were, underneath the sheets with this brunette haired, blue eyed, greek god of a guy, and all you could do was fake some moans and an orgasm or two, hoping the experience would be over soon.
After he left, you showered. The piping hot water doing very little to soothe the ache in your heart. It felt like there was a gaping hole there instead of an organ. This void that would never be filled. This emptiness that you felt, it was consuming you. You were becoming it. The void. You were the void.
Months passed, and you were still with this fling of yours. Chris. Sure, you didn't mind being his ‘fix’ as he called it. Yet you didn't help but feel like you were still missing something. Like you were still alone.
Which, right now, you were alone. Your back pressed up against the headboard of your bed. Your knees bent and your fingers fisting through the roots of your hair, tugging and pulling as your mind raced. You begged yourself to calm down. Telling your mind that you'd be okay. That you were okay.
You weren't. You haven't been. Nothing seems to be okay. Not right now, not ever. It didn't matter. None of it did. You'd never be okay. This feeling. This feeling of being alone and empty. That's not okay. You weren't okay.
You knew that you hadn't been in a long time. It didn't come as a surprise to you that much anymore. But it still hurts, nonetheless. It didn't matter how you filled your time. You still felt it. You just can't help but feel alone.
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Albedo x Oc things >_<
No nsfw I'm feeling nornal
-theyve gotten someone to install a little pull up bar on their bedroom ceiling for laika to hang onto (spine decompression). it was actually albedos idea and he sincerely regrets it now because laika found out his biggest pet peeve is people cracking their back/joints. she knows any and every possible way to crack every bone in her body and she CONSTANTLY pisses him awff with it
- when laika needs to leave but wont (because whats personal space) the one and only thing albedo can do is pinch her. he discovered it one random day and it was actually Cyrus who introduced him to the concept of pinching. he would always pinch younger adventures and albedo wondered why they were so displeased until he pinched laika without warning. she kinda considers it revenge for cracking her knuckles
-he generally likes to be destructive ish in small ways. when she gets home from work or something like that he likes to lay down on top of her and smudge her makeup before she takes it off. normally just her eyeliner or lipstick if he hasn't licked it off yet. he also likes to hide some kind of small item of decoration that she just barely notices and put it in a place that's not too different. the item gradually gets bigger over time and he'll just hide like a fucking area rug and she barely notices but she can tell that something is off and she's like standing at the front of the bathroom and pondering as to why it looks like that (the asshole changed the shower curtain). his FAVORITE thing to do is to change things into different containers. laika has cute like soap dispensers and stuff and he likes to put the soap into the original containers to fuck with her.
- laika refers to him in mean ways when shes talking about him to people BUT IN AN ENDEARING WAY OFC. she says goofy stuff like "that little shit BIT ME LAST NIGHT????" and then goes him and calls him her sweet baby angel or something stupid
- casual biting from albedo. mightsjsut. be an autism thing but he thinks her skin is nice and soft. in his head her skin is plump and sweet and succulent and chewy and sometimes he'll make the mistake of biting her neck after she puts on perfme but he doesnt really gaf. his favorite parts to bite are her trapezius (idk i cant find the normal person word but its like the super plump part between her neck and shoulder), her thighs, just any generally plump part of her, and the chub underneath her upper arms. its very hard to get to. he has to sneak attack her when shes like putting somethign up on a shelf and it happens so rarely that she never thinks "hmm what if he bites me"
- i think she gets like cuteness agression and has to leave the room when hes asleep to avoid tearing his autistic little face off. probably also goes the other way around except albedos is more just pinching her a little bit and not wishing death upon her
- one of albedos favorite things is laying down with laika before maintenance day when shes all gross and you can smell her deodorant and her hairs a big mess. when she smells like normal human with a whisper of dusting powder and the hair oils she uses. if shes not wearing a tank top then she makes sure its a big ass oversided tshirt or hoodie for albedo to stuff his head under and get as close to her as inhumanely possible.
THEY HAVE PETS!!!! two pigeons and a cat. The first pigeon and the cat were actually meant for laika because she had this phase where she hated her curly hair and then albedo bought her a curly feathered pigeon and then a curly haired cat later. They ended up having to buy ANOTHER pigeon later because the first one was so lonely 😭 and it's just a regular white pigeon. The pigeons names are Minoo and Kuno and then the Kitty's name is Parisa
- albedo is like a huge cuddler in the morning and especially with parisa. And he has all kinds of nicknames for her including pari, miss kitty, and paz. He loves to feed her and play with her but his favorite thing of all time was when she was still a kitten and she had to be bottle fed. He also loves feeding her stuff he technically isn't supposed to as long as it won't harm her because he'll get all the attention afterwards, especially if it's a piece of deli meat.
- they have rules for who does which chore that CANNOT suddenly change under any circumstances. Laika sweeps, cleans windows and mirrors, does the dishes, and cleans the kitchen and bedroom. Albedo mops, dusts, cleans other little glass knick knacks (laikas too scared of dropping them), and tidys the living room and cleans the bathroom. They do what they can easily do like once a week and for bigger deep cleaning things they tackle them together. They also do laundry together (one of them actually works and the other one just sits and stares)
- albedo kinda just like rawdogs a fuckin cucumber and tomato with some crackers for breakfast. theres been multiple instances where laika found him on the back porch at 7:00 am on a dewy morning taking bites out of a head of fresh cauliflower or eating brussel sprouts cut straight off of the stalk. not even washed or anything
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☀️ Even Shikamaru's PARENTS knew they were dating. Naruto even asked their permission to marry their son. All of them assumed Shikamaru knew.
☀️ Shikamaru would covet naps together. Anytime he can get Naruto to be still more than two seconds, he'd swoop on and capitalize on the opportunity. Oh, you're a little tired from training? Bed. Now.
☀️ To Shikamaru, Naruto is the height of interesting. He's the most amazing, most brilliant, most spectacular. This kind of feeds into his "there's no way he could like me" mindset.
☀️ Naruto could do the least platonic shit on the planet and Shikamaru would still question it. I just imagine Naruto casually stepping into the shower with him and asking him to wash his back and Shikamaru would still be like "well, maybe he just needs help reaching!"
☀️ Brother in arms, his specialty is a jutsu that makes literally more clones than any one person could ever need. If he needed help scrubbing his own back, he would have it.
☀️ Naruto knows nothing about gift giving. He's never really gotten a gift himself, but he knows fruit is something you're supposed to give on special occasions. Cue him randomly giving Shikamaru apples, oranges, strawberries, even entire watermelons at random. Shikamaru would take them without question, too.
☀️ Shikamaru's favorite hobby switches from cloud watching to Naruto watching. Naruto trains daily and it's Shikamaru's favorite hobby to just camp out under a tree and profit. Naruto with his big grin, practically glowing, golden under the sun? Any day of the week, Shikamaru will be there.
☀️ Naruto can eat as much as he wants at Ichiraku's. No amount is too high. Shikamaru will abuse the Nara clan's reserves. Feeding him his favorite meal is one of his greatest satisfactions.
☀️Growing up alone, Naruto definitely learned how to cook the basics, at a minimum. He'd make an effort to learn more from Yoshino too because it's always been his dream to be able to make a home cooked meal for his family.
☀️ Shikamaru would bite. Naruto may be the more animalistic one of the two, but Shikamaru would want to know what Naruto tasted like, how pink his skin could get, what shades he'd bruise in.
☀️ Naruto would adore hugging. His arms would be around Shikamaru's neck, him draping into his side, sagging into his arms, practically hanging off of him any chance he could get.
☀️ Shikamaru planned to stay a regular jonin but eh, that's not going to work. Naruto made a vague joke about Shikamaru becoming his advisor one day, so now Shikamaru is going to dedicate his entire life and all his effort into being qualified for that position! Just in case! Tee hee!
☀️ Naruto would steal his clothes. Non-stop, every day, all the time. He'd love the smell of Shikamaru and would just want to drown in it endlessly.
☀️ Shikamaru would be the type of weirdo to buy them a house. The perfect one would go on the market and sure, it's a little premature and assumption to make, but he'd calculate the pros and cons and go for it.
☀️ Naruto would want to hold hands constantly. Even before they started dating, there's so much physical contact he missed out on growing up. He'd want to be close to someone, and the fact that Shikamaru allows it? The fact that he isn't annoyed? Naruto can hardly believe it.
☀️ Shikamaru... let's just say bro wouldn't be lazy in bed. We all know what's lurking in there.
☀️ Naruto definitely has more stamina than him though and would want to keep going. Do with that what you will.
☀️ Shikamaru thinks he's the lucky one, someone so gorgeous and strong being with someone drab like him. Meanwhile, Naruto thinks he's the lucky one. Shikamaru is so smart and level-headed, and the fact that Shikamaru is with someone as annoying as him? Insane to him.
☀️ Naruto could be screaming at the top of his lungs and Shikamaru would never, ever find him annoying.
☀️ Again, the sillies ♥️ I love them forever and ever I need MORE of them in my life
ShikaNaru Headcanons
☀️Shikamaru definitely realizes his feelings first and it is 100% an "oh, shit" moment.
☀️I imagine the Nara clan to love not as angrily as the Uchiha, but just as obsessively. Where the Uchiha seek to almost possess, the Nara clan covets knowledge. In this case, Shikamaru wants to know everything about Naruto— no detail is too small.
☀️ I'm not saying Shikamaru is stalking him, but he'd definitely follow him everywhere. Like, he's not trying to hide. Naruto just hasn't noticed because it's... Well, it's Naruto.
☀️And the few times he does notice him it's just— "Wow, what're you doing here Shikamaru? 😀" baby you should be asking why you've seen him ten different times this week and it's only Monday.
☀️Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation Nara Fixation, did I say Nara Fixation yet?
☀️Naruto wants for nothing because somehow, Shikamaru always knows exactly what he needs and is able to predict exactly when he's going to need it.
☀️ Naruto never quite realizes the depth of the obsession/love. He's just completely oblivious to the fact that Shikamaru is kind of, slightly, a little bit (maybe a lot a bit) insane. With a cherry on top.
☀️ Lowkey, I am a huge fan of crazy Shikamaru. Like, not outwardly crazy, but "I know your height, weight, regular resting heart rate, wrist diameter, and how many times you've said 'believe it' today" crazy Shikamaru. Knows too much Shikamaru.
☀️Naruto 100% just assumes they're dating after a while of certain details accumulating. Shikamaru feeds him like, daily. Shikamaru has shared a bed with him several times. They spend a lot of time together. They hold hands. Shikamaru knows like, everything about him somehow.
☀️ Naturally, they must've been dating this entire time and Naruto simply didn't notice until now. And because Naruto has zero experience with healthy relationships, he just accepts this as fact and moves on with his life.
☀️ Shikamaru when Naruto grabs him by the face on day, plants a huge kiss on him with no context, and then skips off: 👁️👄👁️
☀️ Come on, it'd be so funny.
☀️ Insert Naruto also knowing a surprising amount about Shikamaru, because he's more attentive than people give him credit for. Shikamaru follows him around so much, of course he learns about him over time. He may be an idiot, but he's not a moron. Or... something like that.
☀️ Naruto is just happy someone actually wants to be around him. Sasuke is Sasuke, Sakura constantly yells at him, Kakashi literally runs, Yamato is only around for training, and Sai just insults him in increasing intervals when they're together.
☀️ Touch-Starved! Naruto vs. Can't get enough of touching him! Shikamaru! Go! Fight!
☀️ Shikamaru "he's never going to love me" Nara and Naruto "I wonder when Shikamaru is gonna propose" Uzumaki
☀️ Naruto just goes to the court house and files the documents himself. Surprise, Shikamaru. Not only does he love you, you've been married for the past four months.
☀️ Alternatively, Shikamaru could pull the same move. Oh, you kissed me on the mouth? Sounds like a proposal to me.
☀️ For a certified genius, Shikamaru would absolutely be the kind of idiot to assume Naruto couldn't ever return his feelings. There could be so much evidence to the contrary and it really WOULD take an entire kiss to the lips to convince him.
☀️ No worries, Naruto is more than willing to oblige.
☀️ Basically um I love them, they're both smart AND stupid in different ways, but they make it work. And nobody can change my mind.
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Levi Ackerman - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: i'm bored so i'm just writing these nsfw headcanons for all my comfort characters, don't judge me. feel free to request - i posted request rules so go check it out :)
enjoy! nsfw under the cut :P
A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex)
The first time you have sex, Levi needs a lot of comfort. He'd never been that vulnerable with someone before and it took a lot for him to open up like that, so aftercare for him is the priority. Once sex becomes more frequent and he gets used to everything, he's the one to clean you both up but he still needs more emotional reassurance than he'll admit.
B - Body part (fav body part of themselves/their partner)
He isn't a vain person, so he'd probably say his arms just because of how much you love them. He wasn't too fussed at first but because of all the attention you give them he's started growing fonder of them.
His favourite part of you is your neck and collarbones. He didn't even realize he had a thing for that until he met you, and whenever you wear chokers he can't take his eyes off you.
C - Cum (where do they prefer to cum?)
Levi prefers to cum on your stomach, purely because it makes it easier to clean up. (He's always very mindful of any mess.)
D - Dirty secret (self-explanatory)
It obviously couldn't happen because of his status, but it sends a shiver of arousal through him whenever he imagines you humiliating him in public. It's something he wants to try in private, though he's nervous to talk about it with you.
E - Experience (how experienced are they?)
Levi is a virgin, since he doesn't have sex with people he doesn't genuinely, 100% trust. You'll have to guide him through everything at the beginning, however he's a quick learner and picks it up pretty fast.
F - Favourite position (goes without saying)
He likes missionary a lot because it lets him feel close to you, and he'll melt if you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He also gets shy sometimes, so this position is perfect to hide his face in your neck.
G - Goofy (are they goofy or serious in the moment?)
Other than the odd sarcastic comment, he's generally serious. If he's in a vulnerable position then joking around doesn't calm his nerves at all.
H - Hair (opinions on grooming etc.)
Levi keeps his own hair neatly trimmed. He'd prefer if you keep yours vaguely under control but, as long as it's clean, it's up to you how you keep it.
I - Intimacy (how intimate are they during sex?)
It takes him a while to fully open up to you, but sex becomes one of the most intimate moments you ever share with Levi where he truly breaks down all his walls for you, just the two of you.
J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't tend to masturbate unless he's really desperate. Something about it just makes him uncomfortable, but he also has urges sometimes when you aren't available.
K - Kinks (again, pretty self-explanatory)
When you first started sleeping together, Levi had more of the control because he thought that was the way it was 'supposed' to be. However once you brought up the idea of him being submissive, your dynamic shifted. He was extremely hesitant at the beginning because he wasn't used to being in such a powerless position, though as soon as you managed to get him into a submissive headspace it became a regular occurrence.
Levi is a sub at heart who needs a soft dom more than anything. Some of the kinks you've explored that he likes are bondage, light impact play, praise, orgasm denial and marking (as long as the marks are hidden during the day.)
He also definitely has a bit of a humiliation kink but he's still working up the courage to tell you.
L - Location (favourite place to do the deed)
His favourite place is a tie between the shower and his desk. Sometimes when he's had a long day and doesn't want a full scene, he likes to have sex in the shower (also it makes clean-up easier). Although if he feels like subbing, as long as the door is locked, one of his favourite things is for you to cockwarm him while he's trying to work.
M - Motivation (what gets them going)
Showing skin is a sure-fire way to get him riled up. I personally headcanon Levi as demisexual, so he doesn't care when other people show skin, but if it's you? All you have to do is leave a couple buttons undone, expose your chest a little, and he is done for. Also, slipping casual praise into conversations will sometimes start pushing him into a submissive headspace, especially if you've done a lot of scenes with him recently because he starts responding to that tone of voice.
N - No (something they'd never do)
He doesn't like intense pain play - he's had enough pain the rest of his life so he needs you to be gentle with him. He also wouldn't want a harsh or strict dom, preferring to have you take care of him instead.
O - Oral (preference in giving, receiving etc.)
He enjoys both equally. Before you'd had sex you wanted to ease him into the experience carefully, so you gave him his first blowjob and he almost sobbed from the stimulation. Buuuuuuut alongside that he would also happily spend hours between yours legs - the praise you give him as he pleasures you and the feeling of you clenching around his tongue is almost enough to make him finish without any physical touch.
P - Pace (are they fast, slow, quick, rough?)
If it's just against the wall in the shower then it tends to be a bit faster, and on the odd occasion Levi feels more dominant he can get rougher, but he is usually perfectly content to let you decide the pace entirely.
Q - Quickie (opinion on quickies)
They're good sometimes, especially when you're both very busy with other duties. They're good to relieve basic urges, but Levi would never choose them over a full scene.
R - Risk (how open are they to risk?)
Levi is open to a bit of experimentation, but never anything exhibitionist. He can't risk the possibility of someone catching him in a compromising position, considering his importance in the military, so he insists that you keep all bedroom activities private.
S - Stamina (how long can they go for?)
As expected, at the start Levi had pretty low stamina since it was all so new and overwhelming. It gotten a little better since then but he also has a fairly quick recovery time to make up for it.
T - Toys (opinion on using toys etc.)
He doesn't particularly enjoy using toys on you, but adores when you use toys on him.
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
He'll only tease you a little when he's in a dominant mood and you've been doing something to piss him off, but the rest of the time it's not something he does at all. (He kind of likes when you tease him though.)
V - Volume (are they loud or quiet?)
Levi is cautious to control his volume so that other people don't hear, but his whimpers of pleasure can get quite loud sometimes.
W - Wild card (random headcanon)
During a scene once, while he was deep into subspace, he accidently called you mommy. When he realized what he said he was mortified, and almost started dropping. You had to quickly assure him that it was perfectly alright, that you weren't upset with him, and that you don't mind it if he wants to keep calling you that. He only uses that name for you when he's really, really submissive, and it's adorable hearing the tiny whimpers of "P-please mommy..."
X - X-ray (what's going on... down there?)
So many people seem to think that this man has a monster cock. He is 5'3 there is no way. He's a little smaller than average, in length and girth, but that just means you can hear him whine when you take his whole length into your mouth.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is low most of the time. He has so many other things he has to focus on everyday, so sex doesn't cross his mind that much. Sex is more of a stress relief that he doesn't think too much about until it happens.
Z - Zzzzz... (how quickly do they fall asleep after?)
Being an insomniac, Levi takes a while to settle down to sleep, although it's always a little easier when he's comfortably next to you. (definitely the little spoon)
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Priorities - Part V
“I moved out here just about four years ago. I got hired as an analyst and packed my bags, moved countries and didn’t look back, I was all of 21. I wanted to have an adventure. It was more about exploring a new city and country than about the job but I fell in love with it, the job was great and I was good, I worked hard got promoted even signed on some clients of my own and it paid well and I was happy. Monaco is barmy. It’s like no other place I’ve been before and at some point I got caught up in it all. I’d met a group of friends and they kind of adopted me into their life and with them came the parties. I didn’t date much aside from you know casually, nothing serious. There was this one guy, a trust fund rich type, we were friends, maybe friends is stretching it a little but we knew each other well enough and after a bad day at work on a random yacht party by the marina, we hooked up. We didn’t talk about it afterwards, it was a meaningless encounter. Just getting out stress and…” you pause from your rambling, taking in a deep breath and you continue.
“I realised around two months later that I hadn’t had a proper period, I’m not exactly the most regular person so I wasn’t worried but I went in for a check up and they told me the one thing I didn’t really want to hear. I was pregnant.”
“I decided to keep it, it wasn’t a religious or morality thing, I just kind of knew that I wanted it.. him, I wanted him. A couple of months later Luke popped out. It was all kinds of drama, from my family, my friends thought I’d lost my marbles. And he, uhh Luke’s father, I mean more of a sperm donor I guess, he bailed. Stopped hanging out with any of our friends, I think he still lives here but he didn’t want to be around. So I had Luke all for my own. And he’s 2, he’s a brown haired little boy and he’s adorable. And there’s not one part of me that regrets any of the sleepless nights or even the 14 hour delivery or the constant financial worry of raising a kid in this fucking expensive city, he’s my everything.” You didn’t cry like you’d expected, instead you felt a little relived to be able to tell Daniel something real about you. If it was a deal breaker then it would be his loss, Ethan’s words rang in your ears.
“I haven’t really dated since then, Luke is two, and you’re the first guy who I’ve gone on a date with since becoming a single mom. And whatever this is to you, a random hookup or if you’re looking for a date, a relationship, a cliff diving drinking buddy or a whatever in me, I just felt like you should know. Cause he’s literally a part of me and the most important thing in my life.” You finish speaking, and evaluate quickly in you head your monologue, and you decide whilst it wasn’t the most eloquent speech, it was good enough for carrying through your sentiment.
Daniel hadn’t made a peep till you had finished speaking. He carefully unfurled his arms from around you and stepped inside. You didn’t follow him. You stood running through all the worst case scenarios before shrugging on your discarded top. If you are going to be rejected then maybe having some clothes on might save you some dignity. When Daniel returns you see him carrying out a bottle of water and your phone. Some part of your brain thinks that maybe he’ll ask you to find a ride home.
Instead he hands you your phone and opens the bottle of water and gives it to you. You drink from it wordlessly and put it down. Daniel then proceeds to place his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks, making you lock eyes with him. You notice how intense and deep his brown eyes are.
He pulls you into a kiss. It’s different from any of the kisses you’ve shared before, Daniel moves his lips against yours, open mouthed but tenderly as if to shower you with affection. His hands hold you in place so he has all the control but there’s no fighting or dominance displayed. He kisses you and it feels vulnerable. And your heart melts more than a little when he pulls away.
“Thank you for telling me y/n. I can’t even imagine what a fucking cunt Luke’s father was to abandon not only you but his kid, ducking coward. I’ve known you for all of two weeks and I don’t think anyone will be able to pry me away from you if you’d have me. Which brings me to your little ramble about this being a random hookup, it’s not, I told you the first day I met you that I feel like we clicked. And I’ve got killer instincts, y/n I really really want you” you feel your eyes water a little as you let out a tiny laugh for being an emotional wreck.
“So if you’ll have me I’d like to date you, I promise not to steal you away from your little man, he’s the most important person in your life and I’ll strive for at least second. I just would really like to spend time with you and figure this out. And honestly you being a hot sexy young mom is kinda of a turn on” Daniel adds the last part with a cheeky smile, you can’t help but wiggle your eyebrows at his statement earning a laugh from Daniel.
“So you big idiot can I see a picture of him already or do I have to grovel?” You smile up at him and pull up your phone to show him Luke, you show him some pictures from the ultrasounds, videos from his birthdays, even him taking his first steps, Danny coos and awes at his baby pictures, the last one you show him is one of you holding him for the first time, you’re crying, your hair is sweaty and you look like a huge wreck. So you try to brush pass it but Daniel swipes the phone out of your hand running inside and sitting down on the sofa You let out you a sigh of disapproval, “Danny no give that back I’m huge and nine months pregnant, if you want to say new born Luke I’ll show you something else” you run behind him, you stand in front of him and try to swat your phone away from him hand but he’s much stronger than you so you stand no chance. He pins your hands together easily with one hand makes you sit on top of him and traps you with his arm whilst zooming in on the picture.
“Shut up babe, this is beautiful, was anyone with you during your delivery?” He says looking with awe at the picture. You give up struggling and lean into his bare chest, his stubble tickles your neck “My sister had our whole family over for her my nephews birth, I missed it cause I was just working but mum kept me in loop, god 14 hours must have been tough” sounding a little sad towards the end imaging you going through childbirth without support.
“Yah no umm I was alone, I had a really nice nurse, didn’t speak much English though and my brain couldn’t really deal with speaking French at that moment but she coaxed me through everything, really nice woman so I wasn’t fully alone.”
Daniel nuzzled his nose behind your ear and then places a kiss on your cheek mumbling “I’m sorry you had to go through that” sounding genuinely disheartened at the thought.
“Hey it’s alright don’t pity me, I’m happy I’m good and it wasn’t all bad I got a little dude out of it, now I’m never alone.”
You turn around to straddle him, kissing him once on his nose and then again on his dimples before placing a soft peck on his lips to let him know that it’s okay.
“Can I meet him? If that’s not too quick ” Daniel asks you and you don’t really know what to say. “I didn’t really think about that” his face fell at your words. You think for a moment, before saying “But I think I can arrange that” Daniel smiles widely at you “really?” he asks, “yah sure why not?” You tell him smiling at how happy that made him.
“You know I haven’t seen my nephew in two years, he’s grown up so much and I didn’t get to see it, I’m gone all the time any way but I used to get the summers and winters with him, I’m worried he’s forgotten me.”
“I’m sure that’s not true babe” you say as you rub his back, “you’ll see him soon, I’m sure you’re planning a trip as soon as it’s feasible. Some things in life are out of our control and no one saw this pandemic coming, so don’t blame yourself for not being there for him, I’m sure he’s got a lot of growing up left to do and you’ll be there through that. Plus I’m sure you’re his hero, an F1 driver for an uncle, he must be your biggest fan”
“You know?” Daniel looks up to you surprised.
“I didn’t until today actually. Ethan my best mate and emergency babysitter found you on Netflix, you looked very hot, didn’t watch much though in case you weren’t okay with it”
“no no that’s alright I’m pretty sure millions have seen it by now, nothing is there that I hadn’t approved to be put in or filmed. I was going to tell you but you beat me to the confession portion of our date. So are you impressed by me being such a hunky high performance athlete?” Daniel asks you whilst wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. “Nope you’re still a dweeb, just one that is apparently paid millions to drive around in circles” you tell him in jest. Daniel feigns offence at your comment “I don’t drive in circles, I drive in complex circuits in the fastest and most competitive motorsport in existence” he tells you. “Sure buddy, whatever helps you sleep at night” you tell him trying to return to the lighthearted rapport you shared with him, Daniel apparently has the same idea as he proceeds to tickle you. You let out a shriek telling him to stop and trying to get away “nope not until you admit I’m a sporting god and the pinnacle of human performance” he says smiling at you struggling.
You were still sitting on his lap so your best bet was to free yourself and make a run for it, but Daniel had other intentions, sensing your motive he tightens his grasp on your waist and moves you and himself so that he has you pinned onto the couch with him on top of you.
You’re too busy laughing and squirming to realise that you in all of that movement the top that you were wearing had ridden up leaving your midriff exposed down to your underwear. Neither of you had bothered getting dressed after drying off and you could see all of Daniel’s tattoos, you thought to yourself that he really is a work of art.
Daniel’s hand stopped moving, you stopped laughing and the two of you locked eyes. His eyes burned with need and you are pretty sure yours mirrored his, it had been way too long since you felt this kind of desire. He hooked his fingers into the lower hem of your top and pulled it off you wordlessly. You pull him towards yourself trying to get him to kiss you but he denies you. Instead he says to you “let me take care of you” you raise an eyebrow questioningly but you quickly understand what he means when he palms your breasts from the outside letting out a groan at how well they filled your hands. Thank god for pregnancy. You moaned when he slipped his hand past your nipples which never quite recovered from breast feeding and were quite sensitive to any touch. Daniel noticing your sensitivity decided to zero in on your pleasure. He tool your bra off deftly and took an areola into his mouth. You let out a loud moan when his teeth made contact Daniel deciding not to push you too hard the first time around let you go and maintained a more gentle touch. His one hand was cupping your other tit and the other wandered to your underwear. Slipping through the band he used the pads of his fingers to locate your clit, he knew he found it when you let out a breathy moan. His ministrations continued but having his hand and mouth on you was getting overwhelming, “Danny I literally haven’t had sex in almost three years, I’m not going to last if you continue like this” you said to him breathlessly.
“Three years really babe?” He says releasing your nipple from his mouth. “Yup” you say pulling him in for a kiss, but before his lips touches yours he whispers to you, “better make this worth the wait then” and he plunges two of his fingers into your already wet folds, your moan is swallowed by his kiss and you realise you might be in some amount of trouble in the arms of this man.
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SuperM Fluff & NSFW Notes
↳ 🌹aka some of their romantic antics plus random 18+ imagines 👋
warnings ⚠️ rated (super) m, boyfriends hc, porn mentions, partial fem!reader, sex toys
FLUFF
since baekhyun knows how to make scented candles, he creates one for you as a birthday present with your favorite fragrances.
every entry in mark’s diary involves fond thoughts about you.
taemin kisses you more than his cat kkoongie on a daily basis so let that sink in. his smooch obsession is getting out of hand.
lucas, having giant fingers after all, learns how to knit in order to make you a warm scarf. he’s still a bit clumsy with it and had to call kun for advice, but the result is surprisingly proper and quickly becomes your favorite item. it’s a little huge but well, he thinks in his dimensions. lucas’ next project is a beanie.
ten overwhelms you with pet names. in fact, he seemingly seems to come up with a new one each day.
kai is a candlelight dinner, rose petals and music kinda guy. he does every old-school thing in the book.
taeyong can cuddle endlessly in bed. he just doesn’t wanna leave.
lucas gladly shares his sweaters. they’re ginormous so, perfect cuddle material.
baekhyun is already a fool. so — when he falls in love, he becomes an even bigger fool. or, the contrary happens: he becomes dead silent around his partner because he’s so enthralled. he can take this more seriously than you think.
mark likes to write little cards and many many texts to express his love.
lucas is the type who can help you put on your jeans when they were shrinking a bit too much in the dryer. he’s pretty sexy like that and things can get really touchy.
cheesy fucking kai, and there’s only one guy who would do this, has actually lowered himself over a puddle once so you would have a bridge. brushed it off like a daily workout rep.
not one shower missed without baekhyun joining you. yes, it’s not always sexy time, he likes it when you shampoo his hair and whisper sweet nothings. and obviously: it’ll all devolve to a laughing fit.
taeyong is the type who wants to be proposed to.
taemin will get a motorcycle license and take you for a frequent ride. he loves getting those kind of back hugs.
both ten and lucas are great at making bracelets. wayv’s dorm is fully equipped with charms, strings, and pearls, so expect matching ones for you.
we’ve seen it, that one’s his favorite move. kai wraps his hand around your shoulder when you walk together.
mark will ALWAYS share his melon.
making you swoon on a DVD evening is lucas’ favorite hobby. he will buy you the most sugary-sweet romance movies. he will often browse streaming sites to select the latest sentimental plots. all these dramas seem to have a male lead who is suspiciously tall and lanky.
if you allow him, taeyong customizes your white tees with his cute drawings.
since taemin swims in money thanks to his profession as the god of kpop (yes, this is a registered job name because i say so), he can fulfill you any wish. he’s stingy and pouty when the shinee hyungs can pay, and the motherfucker baekhyun is even richer since his albums have been taking off so he opens his mochi wallet when superm is gathered, but you... are a different case. taemin will humbly empty his entire pockets when he overhears you gushing over something. there’s a voice in his mind going: must splurge!!
mark loves christmas, you establish an annual tradition to stage a whole couple evening.
baekhyun likes to play charades and especially do karaoke with you. he’s always cutely wiggling his butt and dances like a drunk uncle. he hits the high notes anyway and makes sure you score 100 points.
taeyong can make out with you while at the same time making sure that the milk doesn’t get burned on the stove. kiss’n’stirr multitask tyong alert. gotta make sure the cocoa is served in time, you know.
all the members enjoy playing board games. yep, imagine the fun and sheer chaos.
lucas has the funniest laugh ever indeed. he’ll react to all your jokes, no matter how lame they might be. intensely reassuring.
taemin’s hand is basically glued to yours.
taeyong and mark are the kinds of boyfriends that spoil their partner with skincare. fancy a nice face massage with a nice fragrant oil?
baekhyun has been baking heart-shaped pizzas ever since you started dating. he just can’t make them round anymore.
mark will join you on anything you’re currently bingewatching.
kai sometimes — only half-jokingly — goes down on both knees bowing forward with his hands on the ground just to show how much he wants to thank you. in case you didn’t notice: this guy treats you like a deity.
ten usually gets confused glances from the other members whenever he gets the current date wrong: he simply loses track of time with you.
lucas makes a habit of buying you flowers every other week. but on unpredictable occasions, and he arranges them in places you’d never expect.
taemin will build you a weird-looking snowman to make you laugh, and give it an even stranger name. ten will build one that looks like you. kai doesn’t build snowmen, he just stands there challenging you to throw snow balls at him.
mark will hang out with you at the beach constantly bringing his guitar. he’ll serenade you all the time.
returning from three months of touring, baekhyun has once climbed your balcony when your parents were in the other room. yep, he was that desperate to see you. somebody give this man a rope and helmet.
taeyong writes down heartfelt confessions on 365 folded slips of paper so you can open one every day. your reactions will range from ‘awwh!’ to straight-up tears.
ten does regular couple yoga with you. a mildly challenging form, not the circus acrobat version. he’ll do the difficult parts anyway. you can pretzel this guy up, he’ll do anything to make you laugh.
when it rains you hook your arm around his, and lucas always holds the umbrella. even the wildest gush of wind can’t make it turn inside out. you arrive home entirely dry. xuxi is so cute, he’s also a great source of cooling shadow in the summer without even trying.
taemin’s skinship overdrive doesn’t stop with endless hand-holding, back hugs and kisses. he wants to lay down in your lap whenever he can. he looks damn pretty with his hair splaying there. if you work on your laptop, you can pretty much count to ten and he’s already nestled there.
kai does pushups with you on his back. it’s a staple. each time he does one, he says ‘i love you’. he increases his count every day.
NSFW
it’s no secret that taeyong is great at acting or pulling off any outfit and costume. expect roleplay of the finest kind — literally. he looks good in a firefighter uniform. you’ll be burning up pretty much automatically.
taemin can’t keep his tongue in. it’s terrible. he’s always in the mood for head. his sloppy noises are the absolute worst, it turns you on way too fast.
lucas had some major problems finding condoms that fit him.
ten and taemin are so switchy, they have an unresolved power struggle going on. begs for a dominant third party to help them out.
kai owns expensive latex gear.
baekhyun may be the king of vocals and breath technique, but if you push him far enough he does get hoarse.
taemin often jokes how kai will one day break his dick from fucking too hard.
meanwhile, mark’s dick is already falling off – from fucking too often. this guy has some major hormones going for him. no surprise, a guy who can promote in four kpop groups at the same time is a stamina king.
taeyong likes eating pussy with another party involved. three’s a crowd my friend. sometimes it’s taemin who unleashes his spit waterfall power, sometimes it’s baekhyun who preoccupies himself with nibbling at the inner thigh while taeyong digs in.
taemin owns the most underwear.
mark takes valerian drops because he is so nervous in bed. it never really goes away, it’s his nature.
taeyong keeps a lube collection. a different flavor for all occasions. he likes associating certain scents with specific body parts.
kai has a heels kink. he literally goes wild over it.
taemin likes to have sex with favorite glasses on.
taeyong and kai are the most likely to cry during sex. baekhyun as well if you rough him up enough.
mark gets rock hard the fastest, followed by kai. he’s a grower.
taeyong gets the best inspiration for a song when he gets a casual dick riding.
taemin watches extremely x-rated erotic thrillers and bdsm flicks that are heavy on the plot. he gets more invested in the characters and actors than you think. since his japanese is amazing? of course he also owns a giant 90s hentai collection.
when he’s jerking off, baekhyun chokes himself. a) because he’d make too much noise otherwise and b) because asphyxiation is his favorite thing.
kai feels pleasure in his every cell. he cums the hardest. and, as you can expect, his body expresses it the most extremely, accurately, passionately. if you’ve seen it even once, you’ll never look at him the same again.
taemin has less experience than his discography claims, but more than you’d think. he researches sexual techniques as well. you can brace yourself.
mark has not just a tiger inside, but a freak inside, waiting to be unleashed.
sex while gaming is a go-to activity for baekhyun.
lucas has the best stamina when it comes to getting head.
taemin throws his head back during sex. and no, he doesn’t T-pose. i’m kidding — of course he does. but only when he’s on his back.
taeyong tends to grip a pillow when he cums.
or he humps one when he’s by himself.
ten has the best taste in sexy time playlists.
baekhyun has the best taste in singing his own playlist along.
oh, the things kai has bought at a gas station at 3AM.
baekhyun sucks strap the best. he can open his mouth the widest, drools a lot, and makes the best noises unsurprisingly.
how to turn on lee taemin? he likes getting slapped.
since he’s the most avid and most diverse eater, lucas’ sperm tastes the best. he’s shove 50 fruits into his system just to give you a sweet experience.
mark is absolutely a starfish.
kai wears fishnet tops if you fancy it.
curiously, baekhyun out of all people doesn’t announce when he’s cumming. you’ll hear it, though.
taeyong’s dildo collection is one for the books.
taemin has visited a pro dominatrix a couple times. needless to say, he was the #1 favorite client at the dungeon. having fully submerged into a fantasy world, taemin was one whip crack away from falling in love with the mistress. but then covid happened and the venue closed.
mark’s dick looks really pretty.
taemin can grind on the strap at every humanly possible angle. he’s almost always ready to take it. he carries a prep kit.
kai — that fucker — knows how to make you wet the most with his bare hands. prepare for the thigh ride of your life, too.
taeyong, baekhyun, and taemin have the best arches. kai is coming for the top three as well. ten’s arch is so good, it can’t be considered one anymore.
baekhyun knows every adult movie out there. theoretically, nothing can shock him. in reality, he melts in your hands.
taeyong is so sexually active with you, he has quit eating garlic.
kai will exploit your muscle kink in any way he can.
taemin, being a devil, has that one button on his phone that he can press when you go out for dinner. he’s OBSESSED with getting you off. once you head home, it’s basically running down your thighs.
ten has once opened a condom with scissors to scare away a date that grew weird on him by the time it got to the do.
lucas is too tall for doing missionary normally.
this will surprise nobody: mark is great at constantly keeping up the dirty talk.
baekhyun’s car is sort of like a brothel on wheels. he can’t count how many times he got down and dirty in there. he cleans it all up by himself.
kai can technically grip you the hardest but he’s the gentlest and great at caressing the whole body.
taemin has the easiest time saying what precisely he wants. he is also the best people reader — most your wishes he can pretty intuit. taemin observes your interests well.
ten likes his hair pulled and makes angelic noises when you do so.
baekhyun likes camgirls and erotic chats with strangers online. he spends a lot of money for nsfw internet encounters.
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Random headcanons for Paladin Danse because I love him (based on these prompts by @/silentshayshores-2 !)
How do they feel about people shorter / taller than them?
Danse is used to being taller than basically anyone else due to being in power armour 24/7. He's also just very tall (I used to hc him as short but it seems like the general fandom consensus is Tall Danse) so he doesn't mind people shorter than him. Taller than him, however? Catch his fight-or-flight reflex kick in the second he realizes that. He has been trianed to fight people / creatures taller than him, so he's not scared or amything, but it's rare anything other than a supermutant or a deathclaw is taller than him. He'll warm up eventually.
Their sexuality?
Canonically he's multisexual and I agree with that. Demisexual bisexual with no real preference
Preferred weather?
Very sunny days, little to no clouds in the sky. He likes being able to see clearly and the heat never bothered him too much, especially not in compared to rain or snow.
What's their sleeping schedule?
In theory, 11pm to 5am. In reality? Probably more like 2am to 5am, the rest of the hours spent tinkering, reading, or just laying there in the dark staring at the ceiling. Out in the field he takes turns with whoever he's travelling with. Has fallen asleep in his power armour in the past. Scribe Haylen and knight Rhys have a silent agreement not to wake him up when he does
How's their cooking?
He knows cooking well on a survival level. Purifying water, scavenging, making sure food is safe to eat. He can make meals out of basically anything found in the wasteland, from mushrooms to bloatfly to questionable canned meat. He learned this even before he was taught in the Brotherhood, it was the only way he survived on his own for so long before moving to Rivet City. Cooking for taste? Not so much. He IS a fast learner, but he'll always put safety and preserving rations over taste factor, even when you have enough food to spare
What's their sleeping position?
When he's in a sleeping bag or sleeping around others: on his side, legs partially drawn and arm resting under his head/pillow. When he's alone he will fall asleep on his stomach, starfish spread out, probably drooling. Doesn't let anyone see him sleep like that, though.
Who do they go for comfort?
Cutler used to be his number one, and the person he confided most in. Since then, while he definitely has some friends, he's not close enough with anyone to talk to them. Even if he was, he feels as if he needs to be perfect in front of everyone to be seen as a good leader, meaning he'll rarely if ever open up. He's talked to Haylen a few times, but always apologizes after.
Something small that they enjoy?
Standing at the edge of the Prydwen, watching the sun rise. He always wakes up in time for it, and it reminds him of how far he's come, and how lucky he is to be in the Brotherhood
How do they feel about physical contact by others?
He's built high walls and is very closed off in general, making most close interactions with others somewhat awkward. Even things such as pats on the back or bumping into others on the hallways stopped being common since he was ranked to Paladin. Did I mention that he's been a Paladin for ten years? Danse is too touch-starved to know what to do, and ends up silently pushing others away with his awkwardness around the whole thing. He refuses to let himself lean into most gentle touches out of fear of letting his guard down and being seen as weak (see: who do they go for comfort) but if you manage to break down those walls and give him a real, warm hug? Expect him to burst into tears immediately
What is enough to bring them to tears?
See: above. Also, the crushing guilt of feeling as though he failed his team. He'd never dare cry in front of others but in the rare times he's sure he's alone and won't be disturbed he'll let it out, blaming himself and probably getting drunk. Other than that, he has a soft spot for orphans and got teary-eyed reuniting Billy with his parents during the Kid in a Fridge quest
Biggest pet peeve?
Rude people, especially people who talk over him during a conversation. He expects to be listened to when giving orders, so somebody shutting him up by talking over him or blatantly ignoring him in a conversation is a big sign of disrespect.
How well do they take care of themselves?
He never got the chance to have good hygiene until he got to the Brotherhood, meaning while he's completely fine with getting dirty / being unable to get clean / etc., he deeply appreciates personal hygiene when available. Showering, brushing, flossing, sometimes even moisturizing and going all-out. When it comes to mental health or self-care? Not so much. He has a habit of putting other peoples needs above his own, and especially after blind betrayal he becomes a little bit too self-destructive for his own good. He'll easily exhaust himself attempting to prove his own worth via working for hours on end, ignoring sleep, food, and even water until someone steps in and stops him
What's something they like that may be surprising to others?
He really likes children! The easygoing ones are always nice to be around and the closed off / mean ones are a challenge to win their trust. He has a soft spot for most children (especially squires) and is often caught showing them his armour / weapons, or even giving them piggy back rides when he thinks nobody is looking (we all see you, Danse)
Do they consider others family?
The closest thing he's ever had to a family is the Brotherhood, but that's mainly formality rather than actual family. He's been through so much with Recon Team Gladius that he might as well consider them family, but deep down he truly doesn't know what family means. He has nothing to base it off of, and thus he really doesn't consider anyone family.
Any bad habits that they have?
He smokes, but only rarely, and never as a social act. It keeps his hands busy and his mind quiet when he starts to overthink. He also has a habit of giving people the silent treatment when he's mad at them. He'll still do any work he has to do with them, but his conversations will be even more formal (and awkward) than before, and at any slight mention of their arguement he will find an excuse to leave. Give him enough time and he'll muster up the courage to apologize, but it's tiring to wait until then
What's their idea of a perfect vacation?
Danse generally doesn't like regular vacations, since he doesn't like being away from work for that long. Taking the Saturday off to go fishing or something is probably the closest he'll get to a proper vacation, and the most enjoyable for him
Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are?
Danse's sense of direction is... alright. Not notably bad, but not amazing. He is good at not acting like he's lost, however. He'll keep calm and collected the entire time and act like he totally meant to take that three day detour in the wrong direction, totally. He will ask civilians for directions when he gets lost, but judges their character harshly before deciding whether he trusts their word.
How well do they accept advice?
Danse doesn't like being criticized, especially by people he's not close to. He's big on standing by all his orders, so comments on his choices make him think the person commenting is questioning his leadership. When it comes to friends or close teammates, he ends up either taking criticism way too harshly, or doing what he does with most comments and ignores it. He'd much rather learn from his mistakes than be called out
How much do they swear?
He isn't particularly against swearing, but it depends on the circumstances. He'll swear often in general (usually terms like "(god)damnit" or "what the hell") but very rarely swears while directing at a person, either talking to them or about them. He'll only curse someone out if he's really angry. He's very lenient on letting others swear
Is there anything they're bad at?
Other than holding a casual conversation? He's fairly bad at anything that takes fine motor skills. He's tried picking up hobbies like drawing or knitting, but he doesn't like working on such a small scale. Also has absolutely horrible handwriting, mostly due to not learning how to read until he was at least a teenager, but that doesn't help his case
What's their morning schedule?
He has a good internal clock that wakes him up early every morning. If he's on the Prydwen he'll exercise, shower, brush his teeth, shave, whatever, and go eat breakfast. If he's on a mission he'll usually skip exercising and clean himself as best as he can and check over his supplies, power armour, and their plan for the day. He likes having the mornings to himself
Any past injuries?
He has plenty of injuries and scars across his entire body. Most notably his eyebrow scar was from a fight with raiders alongside Cutler, several months before they joined the Brotherhood. Cutler was the one who gave him stitches. He has a gunshot wound in his shoulder, deep scars on his thigh from a Yao Guai and permanently messed up knuckles from punching things (people, or inanimate objects). His injuries become fewer and farther between the more he uses his power armour, but that doesn't protect him from everything.
#fallout 4#fo4#paladin danse#headcanons#this was fun!! and also took me like 3 days#i refused to write this at any time except for one in the morning so its a mess#i just love danse okay#i need to get my thoughts on him out
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Meeting and Dating Charlie MacKenzie
(Not my gif)(Requested by @jotaro-spengler)
(Sorry this post took so long. I literally changed the entire meeting story last minute because I’m an indecisive perfectionist so it took a lot longer to write than expected. Hope you enjoy!)
- You and Charlie getting together was really all Tony’s fault. He just had to go and mention you: shine the spotlight in Charlies mind right on you and say look here you fool, a beautiful woman who you already care about and who already cares about you.
- That wasn’t really how it happened of course. All Tony had actually done was say something along the lines of “now take a look at my sister-”, using you as an example in some scenario he came up with rather than giving his friend a recommendation.
- But, in Charlie’s half listening mind, all he heard was “take a look at my sister” and take a look he did.
- You were a little younger; which tended to be the case when it came to younger sisters of friends that were his age, and you were pretty. You had a nice personality, you thought he was funny on occasion, and you weren’t a total stranger who he could easily find a flaw; that he didn’t already know about, in.
- Why not give it a shot? Worst case scenario, you say no or he breaks your heart and loses his best friend in the future. But hey, it was Tony’s idea to begin with, right?
- So he visits you at work, making small talk; as per usual since this was a fairly normal occurrence for the two of you, before trying to ask you out as casually as he could.
- Initially, you think that you’ve misunderstood him or that he’s misspoken, then you think that he joking, …and then you just think he’s gone crazy. You quite literally ask him if he’s feeling alright because it’s so out of the blue and unexpected.
- But, once you come to terms with the fact that this is a legitimate request, …you agree.
- I mean, it’s not like the idea never popped into your head. You’ve known the guy since middle school: of course you’d considered it; though you’d never imagined that it would actually come to fruition.
- Nevertheless, here you were, giving each other somewhat awkward smiles and arranging a time and place.
- Your first date is initially going to be just a regular dinner at some diner down the street that the two of you; and your brother, often frequented but you quickly find that it just feels wrong to go there: like the two of you are still just two friends.
- So you scratch that idea and find yourselves wandering around town, buying some food from a street vendor and taking in the atmosphere of the night. What started out as a; frankly, uncomfortable first date ends up turning into one of the best you’ve ever had.
- It’s no surprise that the two of you get along. The question is whether or not you fit as a couple so; regardless of whether or not you’d normally do it, you decide to have your first kiss before the night is over to test out the romantic chemistry between you.
- It may not be the most romantic first kiss in the world; considering the fact that you literally both talk about and agree to it like it’s some sort of business deal or logical course of action, but you enjoy it nonetheless and it gives the two of you some clarity.
- He likes you and you like him and the two of you are happy together. You just hope that it lasts....
- Charlie really doesn’t care about what other people think, in fact, he sort of likes to bother and gross people out so he never minds engaging in a bit of pda. If he feels like kissing the hell out of you, he’s gonna do it; regardless of whether or not there’s people around.
- Interlocked arms or holding onto his arm as the two of you walk together. He likes having you close to him so literally securing you to his side by your arm is a helpful form of affection.
- Handholding. He’ll usually swing your arms back and forth whenever you do.
- Cheek kisses. He’s a fan of both giving and receiving them so it definitely goes both ways.
- Excited, feverish, and passionate kisses. You tend to just lay one on each other at random; oftentimes catching the other person a little off-guard, so these types of kisses are pretty common in your relationship.
- Kissing in the rain; sometimes with him kicking his leg up in the air behind him.
- He tends to just call you by your given name; or a teasing nickname on occasion. He finds that using pet names just aren’t his thing and that a lot of them cause him to roll his eyes more than anything else.
- The two of you really don’t have a “usual” cuddling position since you tend to just do whatever feels right or makes the most sense. Some days you cuddle with your head on his arm, other days he’s the big spoon, and sometimes you’re the big spoon.
- Back scratches and shoulder kisses.
- Taking baths together.
- You know the meme about the person getting into their partners shower fully clothed so that they can ask them a question? That’s the type of shit that he does constantly. Sometimes you just have to sit back and consider the fact that you may be dating either an idiot or a crazy person.
- Getting his help when you’re trying to pick out your outfits.
- Going to his open mic nights.
- Having poems written about you. …They’re pretty bad....
- If you're dating Charlie, you have to stop caring about how other people view you because there’s no way you’re not going to do; at least a few, ridiculous things out in public together. The two of you are constantly doing dumb shit so just try to ignore any judgmental looks you may or may not receive.
- Chasing each other around and playing other childish games.
- Frolicking and dancing like children of the night~
- Double dates with Tony and his girlfriends.
- Diner dates.
- Wandering around the city together.
- Buying from different street vendors and food trucks.
- Cruising around town with his top down and the radio turned to your favorite station.
- Sitting out on his roof with him.
- He loves seeing you smile so expect a lot of dumb jokes and comments that are meant to make you laugh.
- Teasing each other. You like to call him “nice” just to mess with him.
- Convincing him to do different things with you. You know that it wasn’t his idea to go on that Alcatraz tour with Tony so it’s safe to say that he can be persuaded into accompanying you just about anywhere.
- Taking different classes together; though you probably shouldn’t take him to those sorts of things …for the sake of your teachers sanity.
- Getting visited at work. He’ll always insist that he was “in the neighborhood” but he absolutely was not and totally drove all the way over just to see you.
- Speaking of work: he would definitely offer to help you with whatever task you had to do just to ease your workload and spend more time with you. It would also probably get him into the good graces of your boss so the man/woman would be a lot more lenient with him hanging around.
- Finding your own ways to quiet his rambling. He tends to just keep talking whenever he’s nervous or feeling shy so you’ll have to learn the best way to quiet him whenever he gets like that; which usually means you’ll be kissing him or saying something he wants to hear.
- Telling each other stories. His are usually exaggerated to an outrageous degree but you never really mind; it’s sort of more amusing to see where his brain takes him than to just listen to a normal story.
- Family get togethers. You’ll usually sit in the kitchen with him and his mother while Tony and his father watch some sports game in the living room.
- Interesting interactions with his family; namely his father. The man’s a little hard to get along with but he’s certainly entertaining.
- He'll always check on you before leaving you alone, making sure you’re okay before he ditches you to do something; even if it’s just using the rest room for a minute.
- Him getting advice from Tony. Regardless of whether or not you want to picture yourself as the mans sister, he’s going to be your best ally when it comes to surviving your relationship; so you might want to get on his good side if you weren't already.
- Having to get through his sabotage stage.
- Charlie tends to get scared and break up with people when things are getting too serious so don’t be surprised if; or when, it happens to you. The good thing is that, if it’s meant to be, he’ll come to his senses and dedicate himself towards getting you back; usually with some big cute gesture.
- Just not feeling like yourself? No problem! He’ll be completely understanding and accept that you just aren’t happy; all while doing whatever he can to put a little pep in your step.
- He’s not an incredibly jealous person but he is cautious. He’ll never refuse to let you hang out with someone or do something but he will keep an eye on your relationships with other guys. Not because he doesn’t trust you but because he doesn’t want you winding up in an awkward position because you couldn’t see the red flags of encroaching romance.
- He’s somewhat protective of you; oftentimes sticking out his own neck to save yours. Although he’ll usually; awkwardly, try to settle things in a peaceful manner after an aggressive outburst at someone or something; usually because he only then realizes how big and threatening they are.
- The two of you fake fight every now and again but real fights only happen once in a blue moon. You get along incredibly well so it isn’t often that you can’t settle things in a peaceful manner; especially since he approaches you very calmly whenever he has a problem.
- Because most of his issues with you are reasonable, fights usually end before they even begin. But if they don’t and you wind up having a legitimate argument or fight, he’s always willing to apologize; especially since he’ll feel extremely guilty for upsetting you.
- He mainly shows you that he loves you but he definitely isn’t opposed to saying the actual words.
- As afraid of marriage as he normally is, he actually proposes to you pretty quickly. I guess when you know you know?
#charlie mackenzie imagine#charlie mackenzie imagines#charlie mackenzie headcanons#charlie mackenzie headcanon#so i married an axe murderer imagine#so i married an axe murderer imagines#so i married an axe murderer headcanon#so i married an axe murderer headcanons#90s movie imagine#90s movie imagines#90s movie headcanons#90s movie headcanon
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Drabble | Like | Kim Taehyung, 1.4k
Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, mentions of one-sided love for Yoongi
Summary: Your crush on Yoongi was pretty obvious to you, but also to others. You just couldn’t help it.
Warnings/Tags: RATED G; idol!AU - friends with benefits to lovers.
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Part of the backstory of 4:23AM :]
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You didn’t often come to the BigHit building, but with it being a free day and upon Yoongi’s invitation, you found yourself sitting in the Genius Lab. Yoongi didn’t want you to wait outside in case he took longer than planned so he had given you his passcode. You didn’t really mind waiting since this was the few moments that you got to see him again, even if it was at work. Looking around, you saw all the music equipment he had, the speakers that he couldn’t stop talking about, the random candle that he never lit.
The door opened and Taehyung and Hoseok walked in, immediately greeting you in quick succession. Dressed in casual wear, they seemed in a jovial mood. Yoongi trailed behind, his attention on his phone.
“Yoongi-hyung - you have a guest,” Taehyung interrupted. Bringing your hand up to a wave, you adjusted yourself since the room was small, it was especially difficult that four people were in there at once.
“Oh you made it,” Yoongi grinned, nodding towards you.
“Wah, that’s a cool way to greet a lady,” Hoseok joked, his grin wide and teasing.
“Don’t make it awkward,” Yoongi said. “We’ve known each other forever.”
Your cheeks heated up at the statement. Hoseok took a seat next to you and showed you various videos of their dance practice and soon the atmosphere lightened. You suppose that you were unaware of just how much you stared at Yoongi. Whether it was absentminded or intentional, it didn’t matter, your gaze always found itself on him. It was no different in front of an audience. Even as Hoseok talked to you about their plans for their comeback tour, you were polite but inattentive.
When Taehyung followed your gaze you excused yourself suddenly and he moved himself so he wasn’t in the way. Then he exchanged a knowing glance at Hoseok who just raised his eyebrows as if to say, Did you see that? Then they focused on Yoongi, who was faithfully mixing tracks and creating melodies, stuck in his own world. When you returned, you had sufficiently composed yourself, sitting back on the couch just as Yoongi was playing something he was working on out loud. Hoseok was offering his advice whilst you felt Taehyung staring at you. Deciding to reciprocate, you looked at him, noting how he looked like he was scrutinising you. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he spoke.
"What have you got planned tomorrow?" Taehyung mused.
"Oh nothing much, I took the day off because I'm feeling burnt out," you sighed, rubbing your arm. Yoongi had paused the track and turned his chair to you, he sighed as he took in your tired eyes.
“Good. You need to take a rest, eat regular meals and not the takeaways,” he nagged. You rolled your eyes.
“That’s rich coming from you,” you retorted, recalling how he was just the same. And it was like that, you would nag each other and admit defeat since you were so similar in terms of your habits and work ethic.
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Winter was particularly bitter. Lights illuminated the city and the wind was harsh on your skin, you saw that the bus was filled with the usual suspects. You cast your thoughts to the last minutes before you parted ways with them. The topic settled on Hye-Yeon. Feeling weirdly uncomfortable, you got up and announced your goodbye, using the excuse of a long day at work tomorrow. Yoongi smiled and thanked you for coming.
"See you all soon!" You smiled and waved.
Hoseok and Taehyung said farewell and the door closed behind you. At once, your mind was racing from what you heard: Hye-Yeon was to spend the weekend at the dorm. Somehow, that made you feel disheartened. As the bus approached, you chose to focus on the work that awaited you at home.
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"I think Yoongi-hyung’s missing out on something that’s a pretty big deal,” Jimin said between a mouthful of food.
"I mean, they are adults, they should be able to sort these things out between themselves," said Hoseok who was scooping the last morsels of food on his plate.
"What's all this about Hyung?" Jungkook queried, taking his seat at the end of the table. Hoseok said your name for clarification.
“I think she likes Yoongi-hyung,” He answered.
"Jeez, shouldn't he at least know though?" Jungkook asked, but was met with a collection of shrugs.
"Leave it to them, we shouldn't meddle in each other's personal affairs," Namjoon said with a finality.
As the door swung open, Yoongi entered with Hye-yeon in tow and Taehyung with her bags slung on his shoulder. It was a sweet sight, Yoongi was unable to contain his smile.
"Where have you three been?" Jimin asked, noting the rosy cheeks that Hye-yeon displayed.
“Parking lot," Taehyung answered, carefully setting down her items. It looked like a weekender bag. Suddenly, a chorus of surprised exclamations echoed in the room. Yoongi hid his face in the crook of Hye-yeon neck and she laughed, angelic and carefree.
“It’s only because we haven’t seen each other in a while,” she grinned, embracing Yoongi as he tried to hide his blush. Promptly, Taehyung settled next to Jimin to make his own bowl and they ate in silence.
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Jimin crossed his arms firmly to fend off the cold. They were at the back of the building where it was quieter and here, they were free to talk.
"I really can't believe that she likes him," Taehyung muttered, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"I mean, they've known each other for a long time, it’s not that hard to imagine that she could end up liking him," Jimin mused, letting his breath trail from his mouth into the icy air. Taehyung said nothing, rubbing the heel of his shoe on the floor.
"Maybe he's different to her that he is with us - more sweet? She could easily confuse those feelings," Jimin said rationally.
"True."
“Well, anyway, it looks like she won’t force him to like her in that way she wants him to,” Jimin answered lightly.
“Yeah, but she hasn’t really told Yoongi-hyung that she likes him,” Taehyung retorted, determined to get all possible answers. He was aware that what he said was easily contested but he was resolute.
Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes, “Taehyung, if she was really smart - which I know she is - she’d take all available signs. Yoongi-hyung just sees her as a little sister. Nothing more. He hasn’t even gone so far as to spend any more time with her than he can. And besides, he can’t. Hye-yeon and work is his life.”
Taehyung retreated his comments. But he thought that if it were him, and he had liked someone for the longest time, he would have looked for an avenue to confess. That’s how he did it with Dami, taking her by surprise, then reaping the reward because she felt the same. He preferred being more forward and to take the opportunity when it arose. Besides, Yoongi and Hye-yeon hadn’t been together for that long and he imagined that there were plenty of opportunities for you to confess along the way.
They finished their conversations, talking about nothing in particular and made their way into the van to be driven home. Once they arrived, the rest of the members apart from Yoongi were playing video games on the TV. It was rowdy and Taehyung took turns to race Jungkook, an evening that wasn't anything different from their rest periods. It occurred to him that you had probably gotten home by now. He fished his phone out.
Taehyung [9:33PM]: Did you get home okay?
Then he pocketed his phone, thinking nothing of it.
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You stared at Taehyung’s message, only seeing it after powering through several tasks that really didn’t need doing. The floor had several cups of tea and a takeaway that you ordered. Not meaning to, you ended up replying two hours later.
You [11:33PM]: I did, thanks for checking in
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Taehyung had just left the shower when his phone buzzed. Diving onto his bed, he wiped the water droplets scattering on the screen and scrolled through his notifications. Upon seeing your message he decided to leave it on read. Instead, he opened the one from Dami. It was a picture of a dog toy in the shape of a hot dog, she had also placed a BT21 emoji of TATA with sparkling eyes.
Dami [11:39PM]: Look what I found for Yeontan!
He laughed, remembering how most of Yeontan’s toys were looking too worse for wear, but they were piling up. Still, he smiled since Dami would always add to Yeontan’s collection whenever she came across something cute like that, so he began to type his reply.
masterlist.
#taehyung x you#kim taehyung x you#bts fic#bts drabble#taehyung drabble#kim taehyung drabble#kim taehyung fanfic#taehyung fanfic#taehyung fic#bts fluff#bts angst#v drabble#bts v#bts fanfiction
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fluffy scenarios of kita, akaashi, and iwaizumi staying up with their fem s/o because she's studying for a big exam please & thank you
im serious when i tell u i couldnt stop smiling when i wrote this, thanks for requesting anon <3

kita, akaashi and iwaizumi staying up with their fem s/o because she’s studying for an exam.

—kita shinsuke.
kita is 100% the type of person who has a consistent sleeping schedule
like bitch will sleep at 10pm and wake up at 5am bright and early and fucking gorgeous
you’ll never catch this guy slippin’ (the inarizaki vbc will upvote this statement)
the latest he’ll stay up is midnight which means that hes going to take more of the afternoon and evening to study
you’ll be studying with him in his room and kita will make sure the surroundings are peaceful enough for you to study effectively
he never hesitates to help you with some topics you don’t understand for the classes you both take
sometimes gives you studying tips that are really helpful
you check the time just to see how far you’ve come- its almost 10pm
youre worried about kita because bby has to sleep and you don’t want him to stay up for you !!
“kita?? kita where’d you go?” you’ll call out, thinking he’s already getting ready to head to bed
but you find him in the kitchen and you smell... noodles??? you watch him pour them into two separate bowls huh?
“i know you’ll be staying up late so have some noodles to regain energy.” he’ll carefully glide the bowl over to your side of the table, his black-dyed hair tips were still damp from taking a shower earlier
oof sis were u that focused on ur work that you didn’t realise he went down to cook you sth??
you have your notes in your hands, walking over to the table and sitting down “you’re not heading to bed yet? you don’t have to wait for me yknow.”
he turns the stove off, bringing his bowl of noodles to the table. “don’t you still have a few topics to cover? let’s continue.”
your face goes :O but your heart goes 💓💓💓
unbeknownst to himself, he’ll casually play with your feet under the table while he asks you questions to answer omg :( hes so cute tf
youre basically having a midnight study date with him
he’ll also compliment you when he feels like you’re running out of energy because he knows it gives you energy boosts :”)))
—akaashi keiji.
i firmly believe that this bby is a master at all nighters and does them when necessary
so when 9pm or 10pm hits, you both are in the kitchen making coffee because you know you still have much more to study
you love watching keiji make coffee like sometimes you stop stirring your own just to watch him and when he notices hes like “😳😳 what”
and you just shrug “you’re cute”
i guess keiji’s not used to your random compliment bursts so he just //blushes//
and then u give him a kith because his cute face deserves it
youre also wearing his sweater because he has an abundance of them in his closet and you totally raid it every few days
you guys head back to his room and begin studying again
the night is tranquil and the house is silent, it truly feels so serene when you put aside the thought of your final exams
then you remind yourself of the reality and it feels like shit all over again
akaashi obviously senses your distress so he put a hand on your outstretched leg. the warmth plays with your cool skin, relaxing your nerves a tad bit
it was the little things he did that made u feel better and maybe if you squint a little harder, you’ll know he’s telling you “i love you”
akaashi’s gonna be finished with his coffee within five minutes LMAO hes a fast sipper
youre wondering how hes able to pull this off every few months but i guess everyone has their own secret super power no?
at some point you find yourself dozing off at 1.30
“you ready for tomorrow?” “absolutely not” pfft. akaashi’s gonna think. he’ll drag your ass to his bed so you can sleep properly and avoid straining a muscle
“get rest, love, you should at least be awake for the exam.” is the last thing hear before you fall asleep on his comfy sheets
—iwaizumi hajime.
lots of chaos in the beginning and thats because you two made a stupid joke about godzilla and now you can’t stop laughing like a dumbass every time you look at iwa
“y/n look at me-” “PFFFTTT” its literally the middle of the night and youve probably awoken the dead 🤷🏻♀️ no biggie tho
lowkey makes it easier for you to study because you’re awake awake yknow?
iwa defs likes to take care of you. he’ll pass you a drink to sip on whenever it looks like youre about to lose concentration and asks you from time to time if you feel like youve studied enough
WILL GIVE YOU A MASSAGE but you tell him no because that’ll only make you sleepier
asks you questions about your exam material. he sometimes gets confused by the question because he doesn’t take that class
he actually finds it cute when you have to shut your eyes to think of the answer and when you open them, hes staring at you fondly
its like “😳 is there something on my face you porcupine”
DID I JUST CALL IWA A PORCUPINE
this will lead you two into tickle fights and iwa convinced (not really) you that you should have regular tickle fights because ENERGY and BRAIN AWAKE 👍🏼
“call me a porcupine one mo-” ok this is cute because he tickles a spot that is super ticklish for you and you look- omg- you look so adorable all smiley
back to the studying part haha oh no youre starting to get sleepy
but you don’t wanna sleep yet!! you barely covered enough but iwa’s been watching u study and hes pretty sure you’ve covered the entire book since you started earlier this morning
idk i just feel like it would be nice if you laid flat on his lap and he just asks you questions and you try to answer them
his touch is just very nice and makes you feel safe yknow :)
you end up dozing off most of the time but you do try your very best to stay awake pls stop ur making iwa combust
after fifteen minutes of questions, you’ll surrender, exhausted
“tired?” you’ll hum in agreement and he’ll flip you over just to carry you into bed, tucking you in
#haikyuu!!#kita shinsuke#akaashi keiji#iwaizumi hajime#haikyuu x reader#kita shinsuke x reader#akaashi x reader#akaashi keiji x reader#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi hajime x reader#haikyuu fluff#hq x reader#haikyuu headcannons#haikyuu scenarios#hq scenarios#hq imagines#hq fluff#haikyuu
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Hello there, can you do headcanons on how Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chuuya would react if they found out their fem s/o could sing opera? Like she’s not a professional, but she is self taught and has a powerful soprano voice and she sings Carmen’s Habanera like an angel basically? And they find out through her singing in the shower, through karaoke, etc. If you want to do this imagine thank you! 🙏💕🌹🍷✨
✿ “ Love is a rebellious bird ” ✿
—> Bungo Stray Dogs, Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Chūya + PM Dazai | Reader
—> Sweet | hcs
—> Description | Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida and Chūya react to a s/o who’s a talented, self taught opera singer.
+ I’m not sure how this turned out, sorry for taking so long <3 This is my first time writing for Atsushi, Kunikida and Chuya so i was super worried. TwT
Nakajima Atsushi
✿ Atsushi along with his s/o lived together, similar to Kyōka - Dazai suddenly roomed these two together with some kind of scheme. Using a cover up of keeping her safe, even though the s/o was plenty able to protect herself.
✿ The least Dazai expected was for these two not to start dating. It had been a couple months time before they even developed some feelings, but the love was intoxicating the air.
✿ Eventually becoming more affectionate publicly, small kisses on the cheek, hand holding- it was all some cute puppy love. Forming into something more genuine.
✿ While his s/o were roomed together with him, it wasn't uncommon for Atsushi to be out of the house at work. Or the other way around while his s/o still searched for a job.
✿ Thankfully Atsushi recommended to be an assistant at the ADA, if his s/o had no interest in all the violence and fighting as a proper member.
✿ The day Atsushi was first introduced to his s/o’s powerful voice for singing was while she was in the shower.
✿ He had towels for s/o and a spare change of fresh new clothes, but the poor boy didn’t want to interrupt their singing. opening the door ever so slightly, he put the clothes inside then shut the door again. No intension on invading his s/o’s privacy.
✿ Atsushi would mostly likely sit outside the door to listen to his s/o’s singing. It captured his heart honestly, poor boy was speechless.
✿ Never had he heard such a strong voice, he saw you as such a beautiful singer, let alone someone who slept right next to him ?! he couldn’t believe his ears.
✿ Poor boy ends up being hit by the door when his s/o came out of the bathroom, now changed in light clothes and a towel over their shoulders that had been partially dampened..
✿ Atsushi stared at his s/o in awe. Unable to say a word he just stares at s/o for an uncomfortable amount of time.
✿ Once Atsushi snaps out of it, he’s complimenting his s/o all day.
✿ When I say all day, I mean all day.
✿ Atsushi had no idea you were capable of something so, amazing. He knew you were talented, but never grasped the fact you could control your voice for opera?!
✿ He wont force you to sing for him or anything, but every once in a while he may ask.
✿ Overall, Atsushi was in love with the singing. He wouldn't question much, he’d be too busy complimenting it all.
Dazai Osamu
✿ These two first met at the cafe beneath the ADA’s head office.
✿ While the others were screaming at each other over work, Dazai left for some peace and quiet. The least he was expecting was a new waitress coming to his table with the cutest little smile.
✿ Dazai would do his typical flirts, asking to commit a lovers suicide.
✿ Each time he was declined, for obvious reasons haha.
✿ Visit upon visit, Dazai would show up much more frequently then the rest of his friends in the ada.
✿ They started to be on a first name basis which was a surprise, because even the ADA members call him by his surname.
✿ The day Dazai visited and found the cafe trashed up because of a group of thugs? he was beyond upset. s/o was knocked out cold on the ground, while the head of the cafe was clenching onto his hand that bled.
✿ After the ada caught the ones behind the attack and taught them a lesson, Dazai offered to take care of s/o at his place. She meekly accepted his offer.
✿ Being around someone more casual was refreshing and new, the rest of the people he knew were always work busy and overall just rude to him. Stick in the muds as he’d put it.
✿ S/o was gentle with him, always worried if he got injured- it was odd.
✿ At first he began rejecting her, but she’d still come to his place with groceries and cook for him.
✿ Falling her her more and more, Dazai joked less about his suicidal tendencies. Becoming more serious with his issues, he’d vent to s/o for relief. Even when she didn’t say anything in return, it was still comforting.
✿ Eventually these two started dating, Dazais flirtatious habits died off and he was always focused on his s/o. Some may say he was a bit obsessive, but Dazai was just afraid he’d lose what made him want to live.
✿ Their first date was simple, going out to town and just walking together hand in hand. They ate together, shopped a little- that was until he felt his s/o insist on pulling his arm, pointing at a building across the street.
✿ Dazai thought his s/o was pointing in the direction of a pathway leading to a river.
✿ “ You want to commit a lovers suicide in the river? “ I never said he completely got rid of the jokes- even if they hold a little truth.
✿ “ No moron! Karaoke is tonight !! “
✿ “ oh. “
✿ Pouting, his s/o dragged him to the building. Not minding that they were alone, she just wanted an excuse to sing for her lover.
✿ Thats the night she first sung for Dazai- he wasn’t aware of her talent in singing before-hand so this man was in pure awe.
✿ Dazai leaned back in his chair, eyes never once leaving his s/o’s form when she sung to him. A smile formed on his features uncontrollably, the singing wasn’t any singing of a casual for fun. It was Opera-
✿ He constantly wanted to speak up and say how amazing his s/o was, but stayed respectful. keeping his mouth quiet.
✿ Afterwards, Dazai showers his s/o in love. Kisses, words- you name it.
✿ “ Your voice was so powerful, ah~ I could die! “
✿ Dazai claims that if it were to continue he may faint from the beauty, saying his s/o was an angel sent from above to take care of him.
✿ His s/o better be prepared- because the next day she goes to work. all the ada detectives were sitting down like usual, but that's when Dazai takes it upon himself to drag s/o onto his lap and start bragging about her.
✿ Dazai tries to make her sing again, but the poor girl is embarrassed looking down at her lap.
✿ Overall this boy is all over his s/o, bragging to the world that she is talented as hell. Will often tease her for blushing when he asks her to sing for him.
Kunikida Doppo
✿ This man didn’t plan on meeting the woman of his dreams for another 3-5 years as he stated many times, which would then lead to marriage.
✿ But when you became an assistant at the ADA he couldn't keep his eyes off you, always coming with excuses as to why he’d stare.
✿ Dazai constantly teased him over this-
✿ “ Is it true? Kunikida has the hots for our new assistant?~ “ Dazai teases, only to be tossed away.
✿ “ I am only keeping an eye for her for the safety of our office, plus she may need guidance around the office. “
✿ “ Sureee.. “
✿ He never planned on becoming super close to the new assistant, but the way she smiled at him always kept his heart fluttering. The determination held in her eyes whenever he gave advise, it was something he appreciated.
✿ Unlike Dazai, she wasn't always on her ass. The potential love of his life was always on her feet, keeping her work a priority.
✿ It got to the point, she was kunikidas go-to person for assistance. Need coffee? she’d get it for him, need to shut up Dazai? he is already out the window. She’d never failed to meet his expectations, a true blessing. Even helping his with paperwork became a regular whenever he was fatigued.
✿ He never involved himself with romance, especially around work. But he couldn’t help but fall for you as time went by, dazai pointing it out made it more obvious to himself. he was changing because of his s/o.
✿ It takes a couple years to actually get together, this man is always busy with his work and ideals. So even though it takes so long, id say its worth it. He deeply cares for his s/o even if he isnt always fun and romantic-
✿ The first time he hears his s/o sing was when they were off work for once, just resting at home on the couch. However, kunikida still insisted on working from home.
✿ His s/o had to convince him to leave.
✿ “ Can you at least listen to me sing? I’ve been practicing... i thought you’d want to listen. “
✿ Sing? this was the first time he heard of his s/o singing. He never wrote that down, time to add it to the list of talents he figures out his s/o has.
✿ He was convinced to listen to one song, thankfully. So his s/o dragged him to the living room, siting him down as she sat in front of him.
✿ At the start, he never once put his notebook down. Writing random jots in there about she could only assume- it was about her.
✿ So while singing, she carefully takes the book from his hand, catching Kunikidas attention.
✿ After the singing, Kunikida was almost in tears- nowhere in his notebook did it say his girlfriend would be this talented.
✿ He’d grab her shoulders, staring eye to eye with her. It was an intense stare only to be glossy, tearing up. Explaining how that was so beautiful.
✿ Overall, Kunikida is gushing over the beauty. There will be a lot of explaining as to how his s/o is perfect in his eyes.
Chūya Nakahara
✿ Chuya first met his s/o through the Mafia, s/o weren’t all that special. Just another person beneath him in terms of rank, he didn’t know much about them honestly.
✿ It wasn’t til he ran into his future s/o during a meeting with fellow executives and their leader, Mori.
✿ S/O was playing with Elise on the opposite side of the room, Chuya was much more focused on Mori for obvious reasons at first. But then his ears pick up on s/o braiding Elise hair and humming for her.
✿ Honestly it was pretty sweet, s/o was a beauty he’d admit.
✿ Suddenly, Mori called s/o over. Advising her to follow Chuya on a mission to retrieve information from a colleague in question.
✿ At first Chuya would question why she of all people would be sent with him, but that look in her eyes gave it away. S/O wasn’t any normal mafia member, her dull eyes still held a sparkle. Serious about their mission.
✿ Something about it was intimidating?
✿ Its never right to judge a book by its cover, Chuya knew that. But he still couldnt grasp that someone as motherly as the s/o was capable of hurting even a fly.
✿ S/o was there to keep him under control, Mori was all too aware of Chuyas hot-headed approach to issues. But Chuya still was trustworthy enough.
✿ It became a regular for s/o to join Chuya on jobs.
✿ Turns out she was born without any kind of agility. She was the most human you could get, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her. She seemed like a mystery at first.
✿ S/O was capable of high levels of martial arts, even rivalling him. Though Chuya still would have the upper hand, just from having a little more experience in the mafia.
✿ s/o would lure people in with her singing, then he’d deal with them.
✿ S/O gained the nickname ‘ Siren ‘ for her beautiful vocals, while deadly even without Chuya at her side.
✿ After almost a year working together, Chuya gained feelings for the women at his side. the feelings were mutual, s/o and Chuya were just too caught up in work to confess.
✿ He would compliment s/o for a job well done, her singing was truthfully very alluring.
✿ It was only recently where he found her on an empty bridge in Yokohama.
✿ She seemed to be preparing to sing on her own, maybe practicing for future missions. If she sung on the streets she’d probably make more money then the mafia gave her.
✿ Chuya kept himself hidden away in the shadows of night, watching his s/o who was doing small exercises for her vocals.
✿ S/O began to sing opera, which was new to him. Shutting his eyes, Chuya couldnt help but smile. He never saw himself dating such a talented young women. Someone to call his own.
✿ Even when he’d murder someone before her eyes, she never once seemed disgusted. Never found herself question his motives, not even tease him for his outbursts.
✿ He adored his s/o through in through.
✿ When his s/o finishes singing, he’d finally reveal himself. out of the blue, his s/o would be pulled into a hug.
✿ “ That was beautiful, who knew i’d date someone so damn talented. Holy shit. “
✿ Chuya wouldn't bombard his s/o in compliments like others, it would be more shown through actions. A kiss on the head with his arms wrapped around her waist.
✿ Chuya would be happy, alone on the bridge with s/o.
✿ Overall this man would get a little distracted on missions because of that beautiful voice, may have to snap him out of it during serious times. Be prepared for hugs, and many pecks on the lips.
Bonus !! Port Mafia Dazai
✿ Dazai first met his S/O in Lupins bar, one night where he went to meet with Odasaku for a couple drinks. He heard a women in the opposite corner of the bar humming to herself.
✿ Having nothing to do with her, the smaller hums were relaxing to just think during before he made his leave.
✿ Frequent visits later- Dazai found himself showing up for her, more then the drinks. Often alone, he’d just come to listen to the women hum, or even sing sometimes.
✿ She rarely properly sung in order to leave the peace at the bar serene. Having no interest in making someone uncomfortable.
✿ One day he visited and finally spoke to her, even praising her just for a mere tune that created a beautiful atmosphere in a normally gloom bar.
✿ Days on end, Dazai would insist on her singing for him. Free time? he’d be spending that time at the bar. He was often curious as to why the talented women was stuck at a cheap bar like Lupins. Yet, she never seemed to answer his question. So he left it be.
✿ That’s how they end up getting closer and started dating. Visiting almost everyday to see one another- The women never questioned his often dull expression as days pass by.
✿ Who knew she had been the single thing keeping him to hold some faith in humanity, or even himself.
✿ As the visits became daily and they started dating, she often would leave the bar and sing for Dazai outdoors. It allowed her to use all her vocals, no matter how loud she may be.
✿ Hums, small tunes, singing then- Opera. Something she always found interest in. Feeling confident to sing for Dazai after really knowing each other.
✿ The first time his S/O grabs his hand before he even sat himself down, he knew something was up. Rather it was good or bad had been the real question.
✿ “ I wanted to try something new for you “
✿ Dazai had no idea what he was instore for, but accepted it anyways. Sitting himself on the ground crisscross.
✿ That was the first time she had sung an Opera for him. It was purely her voice, no instruments in the background or some music video online. It was live, right in front of his eyes.
✿ Boy was this mafia executive in Awe. His S/O was beautiful, and not just that. She was talented !!
✿ Dazai being in the mafia hasn’t any experience in the world of singing, yes he often would hum random tunes through boredom. But her voice was so strong, and held control throughout the whole performance.
✿ Once his S/O finished singing, Dazai was speechless. Eyes sparkling like a child as he stands up and grasps her hands. There was hardly space in between them, but he pays no attention towards that.
✿ “ That was outstanding !! How’d you do that ?? “
✿ Honestly he didn’t give her time to answer his question, before asking a million more. Dazai was just in love with her voice, even more than before. It was stronger then any person he’s fought against. How could someone be so talented and it not be an ability or something?
✿ Overall this boy is in shock, he’s absolutely in love with the singing and insists on his s/o doing it more for him on the days off work.
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Hi!!! I love to see new hc writers around~ can I ask for some cute and domestic hcs with our boys? (If that’s too many then I’ll happily settle for just my boy gavin uwu)
Thank you for the request fellow birdcop fan~ I hope you enjoy it!
Gavin
Once you’re dating and staying at each other's places regularly Gavin starts looking after himself a lot more!
His sleep schedule will improve and so will his diet.
Gavin generally wakes up first, but he stays in bed with you as long as he can just enjoying your presence.
He makes sure to keep his food fully stocked so you always have nice food to eat. He can’t have you basically living off ramen like he used to.
You’ll get in the routine of trying to cook together for almost every meal. Originally, it’ll be a bit messy but as you both learn how to cook better you slowly become perfectly in sync.
Loves randomly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a kiss as you both move around the kitchen. It can be a kiss on the lips, cheek, forehead, basically anywhere he can reach quickly and surprise you.
Every workday after both of you are home you always eat dinner together and talk about your days. Gavin loves to hear about what you did that day and all your plans. He’s a bit hesitant to share details about his work at first as it isn’t always safe and he doesn’t want you to worry, but he gets more comfortable as time progresses.
At home Gavin is clingy. He wants to be next to you and preferably touching you constantly.
This leads to regular cuddles, whether it’s both of you hugging and entangling your limbs together as you relax or leaning against each other lightly as you both do something else.
You play video games together a lot. Gavin sometimes lets you win but he tries not to make it obvious. It’s totally obvious you just pretend not to know.
You help him look after all his plants. Gavin’s plant death rate goes down a lot with your assistance. He appreciates it so much and loves watching them grow.
Now that his plants are thriving he keeps getting more plants, eventually, he’ll just have houseplants everywhere. Gavin’s cactus army.
Besides plants, he starts decorating his home with lots of couple photos, especially ones where you’re smiling brightly because they’re his favourites.
He has a boxing bag at home and teaches you how to box. He wants you to be strong enough to fight if needed though he hopes you won’t need it, and he enjoys working out with you.
At home with Gavin is all about relaxing and spending time together before you both need to go to work again, so your comfort is always a priority.
Kiro
If Kiro could he’d just stay in bed with you all day. As a result, you both suck at waking up in the mornings, always trying to prolong it as much as possible by repeatedly snoozing the alarm.
Savin ends up with a spare key so he can come in and drag Kiro out of bed when needed.
Part of your waking up troubles is due to your bad sleep schedules. You constantly stay up together just talking about anything and everything. You don’t mean to do it, you both just get too into talking to each other and before you know it it’s 3 AM.
Kiro isn’t the best cook but he’s still a foodie. As a result, he knows all the best restaurants in the city that deliver and is super excited to share them all with you.
You order food at least once a week, eventually you’ll try every restaurant in the city. On every other day, you make basic meals together.
Movie night is a regular thing! Kiro is up to watch any movie as long as he can do so while cuddling you and eating lots of snacks.
He shares his movie chips and popcorn with you, that’s true love.
Like Gavin, you play video games together a lot but he’ll never go easy on you. Luckily, he’ll usually prefer playing on a team with you and versing someone else online so you’ll rarely have to compete against game monster Kiro.
You play Animal Crossing together to relax and his island is very chaotic. He just places everything he likes with barely any organisation so he eventually asks you for help to make his island nicer. When he’s on tour you’ll have virtual Animal Crossing dates!
Gives lots of random hugs and is generally pretty clingy. Lazy cuddles are always a must and one of his favourite ways to relax.
Kiro has a plushy collection and it’s only increasing with your influence. He always prefers cuddling with you, but they’re still nice to have as extra cuddle buddies.
Uses his free time to try new things with you. You end up trying all kinds of things together at home, anything from painting to at-home workouts.
Likes to play songs for you whether his own songs or a cover. Whenever he’s making a new song you’re the first to hear it.
Always wants to be close to you when writing songs, even if it’s just sitting next to you or holding one of your hands. It helps him think, especially if he’s writing love songs.
Homelife with Kiro is always super fun! There’s never a boring moment even when you’re just relaxing, he’ll always find a way to make you laugh.
Lucien
Please force this man to sleep I’m begging you.
Somehow he always manages to wake up on time even though his sleep schedule is trash and that can’t be healthy.
If you insist on staying up until he goes to bed with you he might improve a bit, he doesn’t want you to be unhealthy too. However, he’ll often sneak out of bed once you’re asleep and stay up.
Once you notice this you’ll have to take more precautions. Cue Lucien having to sleep in your iron grip where he can’t escape without waking you.
He’s a decent cook and will cook quite regularly, but he’ll also have quite a few heat-up meals for when you’re both too tired or just don’t feel like cooking.
No matter how long you’re together he’ll always enjoy teasing you when he can.
Leads you on with make-out sessions that he abruptly stops. You’ll be making out passionately, and just when you’re about to try and take it further he’ll just “That was nice, now back to work :)” and go back to his desk.
His home is ridiculously clean, the only clutter is the occasional stack of heavy textbooks and research papers but they’re always organised and put away quickly.
He tells you about his research but he isn’t always able to explain it in a way you’ll understand without a science background. He’s aware of this and just happy that you’ll still listen to him and remain interested even without understanding everything.
Likes hearing about your work too and is always willing to offer his opinion on anything you’re unsure of or just want to improve.
Will let you practice your proposals in front of him before you have to present to Victor and helps you improve them. He’s not shy when giving feedback and it’s always constructive.
You almost always have a big puzzle on the coffee table that you’re working on together. Lucien is ridiculously good at it and it’s a nice way for you both to relax together while still stimulating your minds.
Always prioritises your health and has the expertise to back it up, he can tell when you’re on the verge of getting sick and will immediately act to prevent it. If only he looked after himself properly too.
Movie nights where you watch old movies together while relaxing on the couch, occasionally getting distracted by the presence of each other.
You and Lucien both help each other improve in different aspects, bringing a nice balance to your relationship and home life.
Victor
Victor always wakes up at least an hour earlier than you and works out. After he’s done and showered he comes back to the bed and gently shakes you awake, planting a kiss on your forehead as you slowly open your eyes and look up at him.
On his rare lazy days, he loves staying in bed with you but rarely stays in bed for too long as he’s insistent on eating breakfast at an appropriate time.
He’s always cooking for you and loves watching you eat his food.
Tries to teach you how to cook but regularly gets frustrated so he still cooks by himself a lot.
When your cooking eventually improves he’s super proud and glad that he taught you.
When you’re both very busy he’ll find the time for you to meal prep together, making meals for at least a week so you’ll both have one less thing to worry about.
Doesn’t have many if any unhealthy snacks at home but makes up for it by making you pudding every so often.
You’re his taste tester for any new recipes. He always acts confident when presenting them to you, but internally he can be pretty nervous.
Knows your schedule really well so he always plans meals and time together around that.
Being at home with you is just so natural to him, it just feels right. He can’t imagine his home without you regularly around anymore.
Due to this, he’ll casually blurt out stuff like “When we’re married...” or “When we have kids...” without thinking about it because to him it just seems like something that’ll inevitably happen.
Asks about your reports and general work stuff even at home. Work is important to him and he wants you to be as successful as you can be. If you need help with anything he’s always happy to give you advice.
His home is originally relatively bare, he has a sleek decoration style with no clutter and basically no personal touches. However, with your presence, little personal touches start being added whether it’s a souvenir from trips you took together, a plush he won you at a fair, or just random things you both bought that reminded you of each other.
Homelife with Victor is calming and steady. Though there’s a regular routine you’re never bored and you’ll always enjoy the presence of each other.
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Breakfast
Ch. 4, Mi Cielo
18+, violence, smoking, canon timeline, 2.2k words
*****I GOT IMPATIENT AND DECIDED TO PUBLISH THIS CHAPTER. A GLINT OF BESKAR WILL BE UP TONIGHT*****
The neighborhood is quiet when you arrive and Carillo sends two of his guys ahead in order to clear out any guards. You follow behind him and Javi covers your six. A short one steps out from the alcove, immediately holding his hands up and dropping to his knees for one of the officers while the other moves forward, stabbing the other guard in the chest before surging up the stairs. Carillo motions for the two of you to follow, all three guns constantly sweeping your surroundings. A blue light glows from the store sign across the street, lighting the first floor up with the bizarrely bright hue. The three of you keep moving towards the sound of chatter upstairs, Carillo’s hand on his officer’s shoulder and Javi’s hand on yours. The shooting starts quicker than you expected as a guy lifts his rifle on the stairs, Carillo taking him down in one shot. The officer kicks open the door on the landing and all hell breaks loose.
They take down two guys each and you drop to your knee, aiming around Carillo to take down two more as Javi shoots a guy in the head. Once all of them are down, you glance over to see him tucking his gun into his pants and stripping his vest off. You didn’t even notice the woman lying in the corner on a dingy mattress. He kicks the bastard away from her before covering her up and whispering something to her as Carillo gives you a hand to your feet, nodding to you. The officer does a final sweep of the apartment before heading back downstairs.
“Javi is she alive?”
He nods towards you as he cups her face, “Helena… te voy a sacar de aqui, ¿si? Te lo prometo.” She cries as he picks her up, holding her to his chest. You move out of the way for him before following them down the steps. Behind you, you hear Carillo yell down to the street, warning that she’s coming outside. A gunshot echoes a second later.
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When Steve arrives at la tienda, he’s pissed and honestly he has the right to be. You and Carillo look at him and then each other between sips of beer while he beelines towards Javi, “How is she?”
Javi sighs, “Sedated.”
“She going to be okay?”
Javi takes a drag and you answer for him in a hushed voice, “Physically she’ll be fine.
Mentally… fuck man.”
“I haven’t got a fucking clue, Murphy.” Steve watches Javi before blowing smoke out his nose.
“You fucking left me behind on purpose didn’t you? Both of you,” he glares at you and you stare back at him, unflinching. Javi starts to protest but he cuts him off. “If we’re gonna be partners, I don’t get left behind. I didn’t come all the way down here Peña to sit on the fucking sidelines. Fuck, Lucio just got here too and she’s already being shown an ounce of respect.” They stare at each other in some sort of silent pissing match before Steve turns back to you and Carillo, who’s sipping that damn beer. In any other situation, his silence would be comical. “Whatever’s going on here... I’m all in. Is that understood?”
Javi blows smoke in his face, about to give a retort but you stop him. “Si, gringo. But you’ve really got to work on your fucking Spanish okay?” He glares down at you but Carillo chuckles next to you which makes you smirk. Javi just broods some more.
Finally he hands him a beer, sighing, “I hope you know what that means Steve.” You down the rest of your beer as Javi comes to stand next to you, letting his hand rest on your shoulder lightly. Carillo notices the movement but doesn’t say anything. Even though the guy is rough around the edges, he’s growing on you by the minute. The flashing lights of the ambulance streak away finally, and the store owner brings out another round of beers for the four of you. No one says anything after that, and Steve finally steps away to call Connie to let her know he’s fine and would see her tomorrow. Glancing down at your watch, you realize how late, or early, it actually is and you feel the tiredness take over your body.
Excusing yourself, you go over to the jeep and climb in the back seat, letting your head fall back. You vaguely hear someone join you and feel the jeep rock when he climbs in. “¿Qué quieres?”
“Are you okay?” Javi’s voice is gravelly, which is a weird sound when you’re used to it being so rich and smooth. You turn your head, blinking at him in the low light.
“You’re asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine. Are you?” You turn so your back is leaning against the door and you’re angled towards him. You can see Steve through the driver’s side window, still leaning against the pay phone box.
“I don’t know,” he swipes his hand over his face in his signature motion.
“Was she just an informant?” In the back of your mind, you hate yourself for even asking but you can’t help it.
“Si, hermosa. But she didn’t deserve that, no one deserves that.” He sighs heavily, his shoulders dropping under the weight of the past few hours.
“I know Javier,” you lightly grasp his hand that's on the back of the seat, squeezing it as Carillo gets in the front, quickly followed by Steve. As the engine starts up, you close your eyes against the small vibration running through the frame. If everyday was going to be like this, you were in for a hell of a ride.
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“Lucio, wake your ass up,” Steve isn’t as nice as Javi when it comes to waking you up between transportation modes, but you blink your eyes open to the early daylight, groaning at the brightness. The heat is already stifling and your shirt clings to your back with sweat.
“Headquarters?” Hanging the headset up, you hop out of the chopper and jog across to Javi’s jeep. He’s already inside and smoking.
“No, we’re going to the apartments first. Get cleaned up and then we’ll go in,” you nod at him as you climb in the back, throwing your jacket in before you. Steve clambers into the front, all limbs and no coordination.
“How the hell did you ever become an agent when you walk around like a baby giraffe?”
“Would you shut the fuck up, it’s seven in the morning.”
“Would both of you shut the fuck up until I have at least one cup of coffee?” Javi smiles at you through the mirror and you laugh. At least he seemed to be in better spirits now that it was daylight.
As soon as you parked in front of the apartments, Steve was bolting up the steps and calling back to you that he’d see you at the office. Something about him beating you both there and putting up a board. You ignore him and the dark haired one beside you as you pad towards your door and unlock it.
“I’ll make some coffee and breakfast… if you want,” Javi pauses at his door, his keys dangling in his hand. You smile at him, suddenly aware of the shyness he still possesses around you after all those years.
“Let me shower and then I’ll come over, huh?” He nods and fumbles with his keys as you enter your apartment and shut the door. The blackout curtains do a hell of a job at keeping the light out, and you make a mental note to enjoy that on your next day off. Digging through your bag, and then a box in your bedroom, you finally find some semblance of a casual but professional outfit. Kicking off your boots, you hurry towards the shower, ready to get the grime off of you and wash your hair. You hum some random song you heard on the radio, and by the time you get out and get dressed, your wet hair leaving little tiger stripes on your shirt, you can smell the bacon from down the hall. Tucking your button up shirt into your jeans, you apply mascara and brush your teeth, followed by your hair. You don’t bother with perfume, but you haphazardly throw your deodorant into your purse before pulling your boots back on. You give your hair one last squeeze with the towel before locking up and heading back down the hall. Knocking, you push the door open and find a sight you thought you may never see again: Javier Peña standing over a stove, shirtless and in jeans, with wet hair and a hand towel draped over his shoulder while he cooks. You whistle slowly, letting him know you’ve intruded, “Smells wonderful.”
He smiles at you and pushes a cup of black coffee towards you, “Drink up.” You take it before exploring his apartment. It’s a little bit bigger than yours, and there’s art on the walls. Looking around, you spot his bookcase and curiously thumb over the titles, mumbling to yourself. Eventually, you feel his eyes on you and you turn to catch him leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in his hand, “Thank you.”
“Why?” Pushing past him into his kitchen, you grab at the bacon. It’s soft and flimsy in your fingers, just like you like it. Half of the pieces are crunchy, since he likes his crispy as hell.
In regular Javi fashion, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. His shoulders are tense and the muscles strain with every movement, you can’t help but stare. “Helping find Helena.”
“I didn’t do anything, Javier,” you set your coffee down and dish up the food he’s made onto the plates you find in a cabinet. Sliding one onto the bar, you motion for him to sit while you search for the forks. He watches you, but obeys and waits patiently, knowing it’ll annoy you more if he helps. Finally, you hand him a fork and hop up on the kitchen counter on the other side of the bar, between the sink and entrance way wall. You lean up against it so that you can face him and cross a leg under you before starting in on the eggs.
“You helped, and you didn’t question me or get angry at me,” he says softly. His brown eyes search yours before looking away.
“Why would I have gotten angry at you?” It’s a genuine question and you’re confused to say the least. When he doesn’t answer right away, it dawns on you, quietly you ask, “She’s the girl, huh? She’s always been an informant?”
“I wanted to tell you, but I knew it wasn’t going to make a difference then. We were already fighting constantly, I’d already fucked up by moving here. Hell, I’d fucked up back in Texas too.” He bites his lip and rests his forehead against his fist, his other hand grasping his mug.
“Javier, eat,” you point towards his food and he sighs, picking up the fork and shoving eggs into his mouth. “No, no habría. It needed to happen.” You sip your coffee, a weight slowly lifting off your chest at admitting that.
“You wanted it to happen?” His brow furrows as he looks across at you, the hurt in his eyes making them almost black. You sniff, suddenly aware that what you said wasn’t how you meant to say it. Sliding your almost empty plate away, you hop off the counter and walk around to him, making him turn the barstool to face you. You can see the anger crossing his face, but he’s trying to stop it.
“Oh, Javi, no. That’s not what I meant. It needed to happen for us to figure some shit out. We weren’t good for eachother. We both acted so stupid on that last case, we let our fights come between us and it almost got people killed. That can’t happen here, it won’t.” He nods as you cup his face, pleading with him to look at you, “Javier, this is a fucking warzone but we have another chance to fix whatever the fuck this.”
The anger immediately disappears from his face, his lips parting as he sharply breathes in. He grasps your hips and pulls you between his legs before kissing your forehead, “Hermosa, it’s fucked up down here. I wish I could make you go back, you stubborn woman.”
You pull away to look at his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone, “Javi, I accepted this job because I’m here to take down a monster. Whatever else comes out of it is a bonus. This is our last chance, because this is truly life or death. If we fuck up, we fuck up everything. You have to know that before you agree to whatever… whatever it is we agree to, I guess.”
“Y/n, us. I agree to us. Stop calling it whatever. It’s us.” He pauses and glances at your lips before closing the distance, your lips parting for him as your tongues dance against each other. In that single collision, it simultaneously feels as if nothing and everything all at once has changed.
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D for hanleia pre esb!! ❤️
Thank you kindly for the prompt, and for your extreme patience with the long time I took to finally fulfill it! This idea ended up racing past drabble and well into fic rather than ficlet territory, so think of this as part 1 of a two-part fic. Also, this will be a long post since Tumblr seems to deal poorly with “read more” links in asks these days. Title is a reference to a line in Abra Moore’s “Four Leaf Clover.”
D. Subtle kindnesses.
Let go of all the big deals
Damn it. Leia really wished Evaan were still here.
I wish Mama were here, her thoughts continued, before she could stop them. Or Winter, or Aria. Papa. Memily. Even Aunt Rouge, Aunt Celly.
It was easier when she didn’t let herself go there at all, but apparently she’d opened the floodgates simply by thinking of Evaan—who was still alive, just elsewhere with the rest of her people, keeping them safe, leading them in the way Leia couldn’t right now.
Evaan would know what to do with this, this mess that had become of Leia’s hair. She would’ve laughed, wielded the comb, helped her work out the little bits of resin that lingered in the strands. A few washings with Chewie’s shampoo had actually done a brilliant job at getting out most of the sticky sap that had exploded all over them, but it couldn’t work miracles.
Leia worked the comb through her hair slowly, wincing as she hit another tangle.
“How’s the grooming goin’, Your Worship?” Han called from outside the door. Frankly, she was surprised he hadn’t sent out a search party for her, given how much time she’d been at this already, but perhaps he had enough experience with Chewie to understand that this was no simple job.
“Fine,” she called back. “Just great.” She took up another section and began working the comb through it, gradually, carefully. This was honestly the longest her hair had spent fully down in quite some time; normally she took it down, brushed it, and put it into her sleeping braid, or pulled it out of the sleeping braid long enough to put it back up in her familiar crown braids. Now that she had spent so much time with it, she noticed not only the tangles and remaining bits of sap, but the split ends.
She hadn’t cut it since Alderaan. She’d been neglecting it, frankly; it had been this length for years, but regular trims helped maintain its health and texture. When she was home, she and Winter would trim one another’s hair. Or she’d get Memily to do it. TooVee could do it in a pinch, but normally cutting hair wasn’t a task you would give to a droid. It was too personal, too intimate for that.
TooVee would’ve claimed it contrary to her programming, anyway. A stickler for protocol, that one.
“Need anything?” Han called. He was actually being surprisingly considerate about this whole thing; somehow he seemed to have caught on to hair = private and had made sure to keep everyone else out of the crew quarters while she tended to this.
There was one tangle that didn’t want to come out. A little nest of hair that defied her, no matter how carefully she worked to unwind it, her efforts achieving nothing but a sore scalp. Such a sad little knot, she thought. A little snarl of hair and resin twisted all within itself, about two inches from the bottom.
She tried again. Nope. It wasn’t coming out.
Surely Han had something she could use. What did Chewie trim his fur with, anyway?
“Han?” she called. “You still there?”
“Yeah, you need something?”
“Do you have a scissors? I’m going to have to cut this bit out.”
“Sure thing.” Footsteps left down the hall, and Leia busied herself trying the knot again. Just like her, continuing to work at something even while it was hopeless. Optimism? Stubbornness? A little of both?
The footsteps came back, and then the hatch opened enough for Han’s arm to slip in, a beard- and pelt-trimming scissors in his outstretched hand. Leia took it. “Perfect, thank you.”
The door closed again, and after a slight pause—
“Ah, you need any help with that?” Han’s voice sounded tentative.
Leia considered that for a moment. She’d figured she would probably have to just cut out the offending knot for now and figure out how to fix it later, because she definitely was not going to be able to even it out all the way around by herself. But she also knew from experience that having one bit of hair that didn’t match the others would be a real pain. And it did desperately need a trim—
You could ask Han to do it.
“Uh, maybe?” she answered, stalling for time while she thought this through.
She wasn’t sure why she felt so weird about asking Han to help trim her hair; she respected her culture’s hair traditions, but she’d never thought she was personally all that attached to them. Certainly she’d had it down in front of others before. She’d even had it down in front of a man before.
Yeah, a man you were involved with. And it was kind of a big deal when you did that. And that had been before, when her planet and her culture were not in danger of extinction.
But also, that had been before. She had been doing a lot of things lately that she hadn’t done in her life before.
Like asking random men to cut your hair for you?
Except Han wasn’t some random man, not at all, as much as some of her colleagues on High Command might think of him that way. As casual and as brash and as infuriating as he could be sometimes, he was her friend. And he had seen her at some of her worst already—narrowly escaping death by being crushed in a wet trash compactor could do a lot to help you bond, right?
Then she remembered the other thing he’d done that day, the thing that told Leia that there was more to the man than swagger and bravado and a frequently professed love of money. The thing he’d done quietly, and without ceremony.
It was after they’d escaped the TIEs, after he’d scoffed at her assertion that the Imperials were surely tracking the Falcon to Yavin IV, after she’d dismissed him as a mercenary and strode off, leaving him and Luke to gossip or whatever it was men did. They’d all stunk of garbage, so later Han had offered use of the real water showers and the autovalet.
After Han had gotten Luke set up in the ‘fresher (with Luke still both fascinated and terrified by the newness of cleaning with a continuous spray of water), Han had quietly approached Leia.
“Hey,” he’d said, “you’ve had a hell of a day.”
“Yes.” That was an understatement, one she was trying not to think too much about.
He’d beckoned toward the corridor. “We got a medbunk. I c’n help you get fixed up. Might not be much time for that once we land.”
“I’m all right,” she’d said.
“Yeah, I know,” he’d agreed. “But who knows what was in that garbage. Don’t want those wounds to get infected. Really drag down your revolution.”
She’d stared at him for a moment.
“If you want, I can get Chewie to, uh, chaperone or whatever,” he’d said, obviously misunderstanding her silence as mistrust of his intentions. Honestly, she’d just been surprised at his mention of the wounds hidden by her white dress—how did he even know they were there?
“No, that’s all right,” she’d said. “This way?”
It was unexpected, how gentle he’d been as he’d cleaned and applied bacta to her injuries, somehow knowing exactly which spots would have been hit by the droid and other devices. At the same time, she’d been relieved to find him casual and matter-of-fact about the whole thing. No pity or patronizing, just care, like they were comrades in battle. And when she’d asked him—how did you know? he’d answered simply. Used to be one of ‘em. Long time ago. Another life.
“Another life,” she’d repeated.
If she could trust him with the wounds from the worst day of her life, when they barely knew each other, she could certainly trust him with this.
“Uh, yeah, could you come help?” she called, and a moment later, the door slid open.
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Hey. Can you please try to explain what is bipolar disorder? After reading some medical articals about it i still don't understand
Basically, bipolar disorder is a mood disorder that causes people to cycle between very high highs and very low lows, without a whole lot of time in between. It’s a disorder that impacts absolutely every aspect of a person’s life if they have it, and untreated bipolar disorder can be a very unpleasant and scary thing to go through. Everyone has ups and downs when it comes to their mood, but people with bipolar disorder experience a very extreme version of this. If a non-bipolar person is in a “blah” mood, they might have low energy, trouble concentrating at work, and be a little short-tempered with the people around them. A person with bipolar disorder who is going through a depressive period, on the other hand, might stay in bed for a week straight, unable to eat or shower, or otherwise be unable to do the things that they normally want to do. Likewise, when a non-bipolar person is in a good mood, they might be more cheerful than usual and feel like they have a bit more energy for daily tasks. A person with bipolar disorder, on the other hand, might feel so euphoric that they’ll sometimes act without considering consequences. They might give away treasured possessions, engage in casual sex when that’s not the norm for them, or stay awake for more than 24 hours for no reason. Their behaviour will completely out of character for them, and may greatly concern their loved ones.
People with bipolar disorder also have moods that aren’t really connected to what’s actually going on in your life. If you don’t have bipolar disorder, your moods are probably largely tied to the things that happen to you - if your partner surprises you by cooking you your favourite meal, you’ll feel happy, and if you get laid off from your job, you’ll be sad. You may have the odd day or two where that’s not the case, but it will generally be the way things go down. If you have bipolar disorder, however, your moods and your life events really don’t have much to do with each other. Mood episodes just kind of happen to you, and having good or bad things happen to you don’t really have any impact on you. Your best friends could all get together to throw you the most amazing birthday party in the entire world and you’ll still stay in a super-depressed state, or you could lose your job and have your cat die and still remain euphoric and on top of the world. Your moods become a roller coaster that you can’t steer, and without treatment, you can’t get off the ride.
People with bipolar disorder experience their moods in “episodes” that may last weeks, days or hours, depending on the type of bipolar disorder they have. There are three kinds of “episodes” that a person with bipolar disorder may experience:
Depression. Fairly straightforward - this is a period of low mood, low energy and low motivation. You might feel like everything is hopeless and have no interest in things that are normally important to you. You might also experience crying, vague feelings of guilt or shame, overeating, loss of appetite, excessive sleep, insomnia, irritability, restlessness or suicidal thoughts.
Mania. This is a state of such intense euphoria and energy that you may be unable to function. You will likely speak very quickly, struggle to stick to one topic of conversation, and find it hard to stay still. You may find yourself doing irrational, high-risk things that you’d never do ordinarily - racking up charges on your credit card, trying substances you wouldn’t normally try, even committing petty crimes in some cases, etc. In some people, manic episodes will cause psychosis. People having manic episodes may have delusions, like believing that God is speaking to them or that they are immortal.
Hypomania. This is a period of elevated mood that doesn’t quite meet the criteria for mania. You don’t experience psychosis and you may retain the ability to function normally and keep attending work or school. However, you are still not yourself, and in your elated mood, it’s possible likely that you will act without giving much thought to the consequences - you may overspend, make an inappropriate comment to a coworker or make impulsive decisions you might not normally make.
What kinds of episodes you have and how long they last depend on the type of bipolar disorder that you have. There are three different varieties:
Bipolar I. This type of bipolar disorder involves full-blown manic episodes that can last for a week or more - not every “high mood” episode will reach the point of full mania, but there’s a history of it happening. The mania can be so severe that the person requires hospitalization, as their actions while manic can make them a danger to themselves and others in some situations. It will be very, very obvious that something is wrong when the person is manic, even to people with no knowledge of bipolar disorder. Their depressive episodes don’t tend to reach “full-blown depression”; when their moods are low they will feel kind of crappy and low energy, but they don’t tend to reach the same depths of depression as Bipolar II.
Bipolar II. People with this kind of bipolar disorder do not experience manic episodes - they only experience hypomania. Their depressive episodes, on the other hand, are long and very intense. They often experience depression that is more severe than what you’d see in “regular”, non-bipolar depression. It won’t necessarily be obvious that a person with Bipolar II is actually bipolar - they are often mistaken for having regular depression, as their hypomanic episodes are seen as them “having a good week” or “getting over the depression”. As a result, it can take a very long time to get properly diagnosed and treated.
Cyclothymia. This is a disorder where people cycle quickly between high and low moods - their mood swings are less severe, in that they don’t meet the criteria for hypomania or depression, but they still disrupt the person’s life. The mood cycling tends to be more rapid than other kinds of bipolar disorder - each episode usually lasts only a few days or hours.
Why do people get bipolar disorder? We have no idea. We don’t understand how it works, or why treatments for it are effective. The exact brain mechanisms at play are still a mystery. We do know that it runs in families and that there appears to be a strong genetic component to it - although the disorder isn’t entirely genetic. If your identical twin has bipolar disorder, you have around a 40% chance of getting it yourself. If your fraternal twin has bipolar disorder, your odds drop to 5% - which is still a lot higher than average, as only around 1% of the population is bipolar. The disorder affects males and females roughly equally, and it tends to come on in your mid-twenties - the average age to develop bipolar disorder is 25, which is typically when other serious mental illnesses emerge.
As far as treatments go, there’s really only one thing that works consistently - medication. Lifestyle adjustments are also hugely important for managing bipolar disorder, but they are not enough on their own; most people need medication to control their symptoms, typically for the rest of their lives. Typically, you would be on a mood stabilizer like Lithium, and if you experience mania, it’s likely that you may also be on an antipsychotic. The most challenging part of managing bipolar disorder is making sure that the person with bipolar disorder is consistent in taking their medication and managing their lifestyle. This is a huge struggle - more than 75% of bipolar patients do not take their medication consistently. The medications that are used to treat the disorder can unfortunately come with unpleasant side effects, and as with every type of disorder, it’s very easy to reach a point where people think “I feel fine now, I don’t need these anymore” and simply stop taking them. Bipolar disorder is a disorder with low insight, which means that people who have it often don’t recognize that they are sick, even when they have symptoms - when a person goes off their medication, they often won’t noticed that their symptoms have returned, even if it is seriously impacting their life, and once you are fully manic or depressed, getting back on a regular medication regimen can be extremely challenging.
The lifestyle component of managing bipolar disorder can also be difficult to stick to. Even with medication, you can experience symptom flare-ups if you don’t make some serious lifestyle changes, and those lifestyle changes are not fun for most people. To keep symptoms in check, you generally need to live a very healthy and regimented life, with a strict routine, consistent bedtimes and mealtimes, no oversleeping, lots of healthy foods, daily exercise, no alcohol, and healthy stress-relief routines like yoga and meditation. If you’re a free-spirited 20-something who was used to going out with your friends until 3am and eating random junk throughout the day in place of solid meals, it can be hard to accept that you need to be in bed by 10pm every night so you can get up early to eat a balanced breakfast. Bipolar disorder can be managed, however, and many people who have it do eventually find ways to control their symptoms and lead full, healthy lives. If you suspect that you may have bipolar disorder, it’s important that you speak to a medical professional right away for a proper assessment and diagnosis. Hope this answers your question! MM
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