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eternalguk · 2 months

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All Yours || jjk. (M)

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep.

↠ Pairing : Jungkook x Reader

↠ Summary : Your love for Jungkook was a quiet emotion. He was the oxygen you needed to breathe. In his kisses, you found sincerity. In his embrace, you discovered your heartbeat. And in his love, you found your eternal home.

↠ Genre : established relationship au, slice of life au, comfort au, boyfriend!jk & teacher!reader, pwp (teeny tiny angst, fluff & smut)

↠ Word count : 6.3k

↠ Warnings : allusions to sadness / anxiety, oc hating her job, oc is an overthinker, brief mention of taehyung, unprotected sex, female oral, fingering, breast play, making out, reader squirts, pet names, softdom!jk, praise kink and they’re both just hopelessly in love with e/o.

↠ A/n : hi everyone, it’s nice to meet you 🤍 here is a soft Jungkook fic that I have written as a form of closure for something. I hope you enjoy this short musing and can also find comfort from this. Your feedback is always appreciated and I would love to get to know you! Happy reading 🦢.

↠ Song : Chariot - Jacob Lee.

Work.

The word itself sent a chill down your spine and made your throat feel stuck. What field of work does your job fall into, you wondered as you stepped outside the building.

Am I a babysitter? A therapist? A cleaner? An administrator? A parent? Everyday, as you walk towards your car, the same thoughts fill your brain as you keep your eyes from closing.

A teacher.

All those jobs fell into one category and that was being a teacher.

You loved your job, you really did. But it was finally beginning to catch up to you and burn you out.

As you put your students’ exercise books into your car, your phone rings. A sigh escapes your lips as you curse whoever is calling you at the moment your brain is shutting down.

A small smile forms on your face as you read the caller id.

Jungkook.

You answer immediately, your tense body visibly relaxing.

“Jagi? Hello?”

You listen to his voice, eyes beginning to tear up as you realise how much you’ve missed him.

“Guk!” you say brightly, hoping to mask the tiredness laced all round you.

“You’ve not replied all day, I’ve been waiting!” He begins. You already know what’s coming next.

“I told you to message me at break, lunch and to leave as soon as the bell rings for the end of the day. You’ve stayed behind again!”

“Mhmm”

“Do I need to come collect you myself? Keep the car at home, huh?” He scolds, but you know his intentions simply mean well for you. What did you do to deserve a loving boyfriend like him?

“I’m sitting into the car now to head home; I’ll be back in no time. I was on detention duty.” You reply, skin crawling at the remembrance of you waiting for the students to leave.

“Be quick babe, I’ll get your food ready.”

“Okay, my love.” You smile again, counting down the minutes until you see your boyfriend.

“Love you,” he whispers. You imagine the grin playing on his lips.

“Love you more,” you respond, switching your car on as he cuts the call.

Comfort. Delight. Jungkook.

As you step through the threshold of your home, a sense of warmth and comfort immediately envelops you. The cosy ambiance welcomes you like an old friend, with soft lighting casting gentle glows across the hallway. The scent of freshly made cookies mingles with the familiar aroma of your favourite scented candles, creating an atmosphere of tranquillity.

He truly knows how to bring a smile to your face.

Every corner is adorned with personal touches, from cherished photographs of you and Jungkook, to carefully selected décor that reflects your unique styles. As you move through the space, you can't help but feel grateful for the haven you have created with Jungkook, where you both have cultivated a sanctuary that feels like an extension of yourselves.

Here, amidst the walls that hold your shared memories and the echoes of your laughter, you have crafted the perfect safe space where you can be yourselves, finding solace and serenity in one another's presence.

Smiling, you head into your main living space, waiting to see the only person who puts your busy mind at ease.

Jungkook stands with his back to you. Bam, your playful dog, next to him.

You admire Jungkook staring out the window, lost in the rhythmic percussion of the rain that briskly falls outside. His eyes are steady to each drop, face aglow with the orange rays that spill from the lamp before him. His lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he is enjoying his thoughts, whatever they may be. You move closer to him, hoping he’d feel your presence, yet you stay quiet, allowing him to stay lost in the moment a little while longer.

“You got home fast?” A quiet whisper breaks the silence as a hand reaches out to you, beckoning you to come closer. Nuzzling into your boyfriend, you reply a quick, “mhm,” before reaching up to peck his cheek and resting your own against his bare shoulder.

“And you’re half-naked?” You tease, brushing your nose against his soft skin. Jungkook had evidently just showered, his typical body lotion filling your nose. You’d always tell him how you dislike his lotion, and so he’d use exactly that one.

“That’s what love is,” he’d always say.

“Long day?”

“Long week,” you sigh, removing your shoes at the same time and dropping your bag. You mentally thank the fact that you missed the rain by a millisecond. Having soaked clothes and books would’ve definitely made your day worse.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jungkook prompts, his husky voice already washing you with calmness. You shake your head, “no,” simply wanting to relish in the comforting ambience that occupied your home.

Minutes pass as you both watch the March rain. The day really had slipped away into a moment of time, as if it had never really been yours in the first place.

“And here is your lasagna, my love. Made by yours truly.” Jungkook smiles, placing a bowl of warmth before you.

As Jungkook places the steaming bowl of lasagna in front of you, its aroma fills the air. He settles across from you, a grin playing on his lips, but you notice there’s no bowl for himself.

"Where's yours?" you inquire, already sensing the answer.

With a nonchalant shrug, Jungkook replies, "Already had mine."

You roll your eyes, a playful scowl crossing your face. "That's one thing I hate about you," you jest, though there's a hint of annoyance in your tone.

He chuckles, undeterred. "It's not like I can't eat again." With that, he rises to retrieve a modest portion of lasagna for himself.

As you both dig into the savoury dish made by your boyfriend, conversation flows effortlessly. "Shall I ask about work?" Jungkook inquires, breaking the comfortable silence.

You sigh, swirling your fork in the layers of cheese and pasta. "I'm really considering handing in my notice," you confess, contemplating a change to a quieter job.

Jungkook nods understandingly, his eyes reflecting empathy. "You could do with a break," he agrees, his voice gentle. "You know, my dad really liked those jewellery designs you sketched. Come work with us. Plus, I’ll get to see more of you," he adds with a playful smirk.

You laugh, shaking your head. "You just want to fulfil your dreams of office sex," you tease, with a fondness in your tone.

He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hey, don't call me out so soon," he retorts with a smirk, winking at you.

Shifting the conversation, you inquire about his own work, wondering if he felt more settled today with his dad.

“Yeah, I'm enjoying the creative freedom,” Jungkook replies, a sense of satisfaction evident in his voice. You knew he had troubles voicing his ideas, but with encouragement from you, he finally felt confident enough to show his father.

Curious about his recent photography bookings, you ask about any upcoming weddings.

Jungkook's face lights up with a grin. "Yes, Sunmi recommended me to a friend," he reveals proudly.

The joy you felt knowing Jungkook was still able to balance his passion with work was something inexplicable.

"We need to invite her and Namjoon over for lunch," you suggest, already picturing the lively gathering.

Agreeing wholeheartedly, Jungkook nods as you both continue to savour the lasagna and each other's company, content in the warmth of shared moments and future plans.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Jungkook clears his throat, drawing your attention. "Guess who reached out to me earlier today," he announces, a hint of excitement, but shock in his voice.

Curiosity piqued, you inquire, "Who?"

Jungkook's eyes light up as he responds, "Taehyung hyung."

You offer a polite smile. "Ah, that's nice," you remark, though a subtle tension settles over you.

"He's back in town next weekend with, you know who," Jungkook continues, sensing your unease but pressing on gently.

Your grip tightens slightly on your utensils, but you nod, silently signalling for him to continue.

"He wanted to see us," Jungkook reveals. "I said I'll check with you."

Before you can even apologise for your hesitation, Jungkook reaches over, gently clasping your hand. "Never apologise," he insists, his voice firm yet comforting. "We'll do whatever makes you feel comfortable."

You exhale softly, grateful for his understanding. "I really don't mind him," you confess, your words tinged with resignation. "It's been years, and I've moved on. But being in his presence brings everything back, and I don't feel happy with that."

Jungkook nods in understanding, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "We can cross that bridge when we come to it," he reassures, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Feeling a wave of gratitude, you offer a small smile before suggesting, "I'll wash the dishes."

Jungkook nods, his expression softening. "I'll go edit some photos," he offers, rising from his seat.

With a silent understanding, you both retreat to your respective tasks, the air filled with unspoken reassurances and a shared commitment to each other's comfort.

Jungkook hoists you onto the counter effortlessly, gently slotting himself between your parted legs. With a quick peck to your lips, he reaches behind you to grab your cleanser, pumping it twice into his hands.

“I’ll put on some soft music, light a candle,” he begins, lathering the cleanser between his fingertips before doing his best to apply it to your face, “and then I’ll cuddle you until you fall asleep.”

You simply nod, the sight of Jungkook concentrating on not getting the cleaner in your hair distracting you.

“Why do you do this for me?” You whisper, genuine curiosity taking over you as you come to terms with just how delicately Jungkook has tended to you not just today, but everyday. Everyday for the past 6 years. The feeling felt foreign but comforting all at the same time.

You weren’t used to someone taking care of you, and as Jungkook dampens a face towel to smoothly remove the product from your face, you realise once again how lucky you are to have him.

“Because you deserve this, angel.” He pauses, grabbing a cotton pad and your almost finished toner. “You deserve to know that you’re also a priority.”

You melt at his words, leaning forward to gingerly press a kiss against his nose. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You aid Jungkook in finishing your skincare routine which he confidently completes. An intimate silence envelops you and Jungkook thankfully doesn’t pierce it. You didn’t quite feel like speaking right now, your mind being loud enough.

What would it be like to see Taehyung? Should you say yes? Should you say no? It’s not fair on Jungkook. It’s not fair on you.

“Stop thinking about seeing hyung, Jagi.” Jungkook scolds, offering you a cheeky smile at the same time.

“I hope you know that there’s no fee-”

“I know; I trust you.”

“But-”

“And you trust me.”

He swiftly lifts you from the counter, and you cling to him like a koala as he carries you to your bedroom. Upon entering, a gentle breeze hits your bare legs which makes you cling to Jungkook stronger, eliciting a small chuckle from the man.

Softly, he lies you on the mattress before joining you underneath the crisp duvet.

“Sing to me,” you whisper as Jungkook pulls you onto his bare chest. You nuzzle into him, basking in the warmth he holds.

“I was thinking something else,” he whispers and he moves you closer.

“And what would that be, Mr. Jeon?” You feign innocence, knowing exactly what is brewing in Jungkook’s mind.

“I’ll just show you, soon-to-be Mrs. Jeon.” He smirks, leaning forward to peck a kiss on your lips.

As the moonlight streamed through the lace curtains, illuminating the room with a soft golden glow, you couldn't contain the flutter of excitement in your heart. The thought of marrying Jungkook filled you with a warmth that spread from the tips of your toes to the depths of your soul.

You imagined the way his eyes would sparkle with joy as you exchanged vows, and the gentle touch of his hand reassuring yours. You couldn't help but smile, knowing that your love was the greatest adventure of all.

“Hey, dreamer. Wakey wakey.” Jungkook laughs, shaking you out of your daydreams.

Dreamer.

A few years ago you wouldn’t have ever imagined having another nickname, but here you were, loving this one the most. Where does time go?

“Jungkook, my love?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Show me, please.”

With that, Jungkook cups your cheek and moves forward to rub your noses together as his long, slender thumb caresses your blushed cheek.

In the room that is now twilight and shadow, Jungkook lies close enough for you to breathe in his alluring scent. His arms wrap around your back, and in one gentle pull, he is hovering above you, and your skin touches his. You feel his hand in your hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. His hand then moves down from your cheekbones to your lips.

“Kiss me, Y/N.” Jungkook requests with his husky voice and you don’t need to be told twice, reaching upwards to sync your lips together. The two of you move like partners in a dance that is written in your DNA. Your bodies fit together as if you were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm.

Jungkook’s hands are all over you with a vehement urgency, removing the black vest top you had worn to bed. You pull back to admire him, moving his hair out of the way so you can see his beautiful eyes. With a laugh, he brings his face closer to yours, rubbing your noses together, letting your giggles echo inside his safety cocoon. You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another.

“My prettiest angel.” he whispers in your ear.

And then the heated kissing starts again.

Jungkook showers you with kisses, each one different from the last. He pulls you closer to him by your waist as he lets his hands roam your body freely. Jungkook bends down, brushing his lips gingerly over your cheek.

Despite it being a light touch, he still manages to send euphoric sensations through your nerves, making you shiver. The control this man has over you through the subtlest forms of love, is something you still cannot encapsulate.

“If you want us to stop, tell me now.”

You remain silent as he brushes his lips against your temple.

“Or now.” he mutters as he traces the line of your cheekbone with his index finger.

“Or-”

You reach up to interrupt him, pulling him down to collide your lips together, the rest of his words lost against your mouth. Jungkook kisses you gently, carefully as if you were made of porcelain and would break easily. And that’s exactly what you love about Jungkook.. how tender he is with you. How he always makes sure you’re comfortable enough to proceed.

You knot your fist in his hair, pulling Jungkook against you harder. After waiting for so long, a gentle kiss was not going to satisfy your needs. He groans softly, low in his throat, and his arms circle you, gathering you closer against him all whilst beginning to remove the remaining articles of unnecessary clothing that adorn the two of you.

Jungkook’s tongue licks a long stripe down your neck as his fingertips are whisked away in your hair. He holds the back of your head gently in place as he decorates your skin with deep purple stains of ardent worship, as though you’re his canvas. You hug him close to your throat and your naked breasts rest against his bare chest as you grind yourself up against him. Jungkook cups your face, bringing you to face the deep pink hues of his swollen lips as he presses a searing kiss that has you groaning into his mouth. Jungkook indulgently hums into the kiss, the sheets becoming messier as he leans forward, moving himself against you.

You mouth at him sensually as he tightens his grip on your torso, being sure to dote on each part of your skin he roams. He traces his finger down your chest, his lips following shortly after as he cherishes each inch of your skin. He stops at your breasts, breathing deeply on the already hardened nipples. You tug at his soft tresses as he groans against your nipples, before he begins kissing from the valley of your breasts.

“God, I love your tits.” He sighs out as he shifts towards your nipple, taking the hardened peak into his hot mouth. You arch against him, moaning pleasurably as you massage his scalp. It had been so long since you and Jungkook had time to be this close… this intimate.

Hearing you moan so audibly has Jungkook smirking against your soft skin, your reaction spurring him on. The way he was prodding at your nipple with his sinful tongue had you so utterly lost in his ministrations. He was sure to fondle your neglected breast, bringing his hand up to knead it. The pressure of his skillful tongue and the softness of his palm had you sighing out in bliss. Your moans filled the dimly lit room as you writhed underneath the man providing you with utmost pleasure, realising that this is just the beginning of his ministrations.

You pull Jungkook back against your lips, crashing them together once again. His slightly rough stubble rubbed against your skin in the most delicious way, far from uncomfortable. Jungkook cinched you further into him as he felt the silken strands of your hair. Stopping the soft assault against your mouth, he pulled back.

“I love you Jagi. I really do.”

You stared back at him, swollen lips, messy hair and watery eyes. Jungkook looked down at you through heavy lidded eyes, eagerly needing a response.

“I love you more, baby.” You whisper as you reach up to press a kiss between his brows. Your pussy clenches as your eyes are drawn down to his thick erection. The heat in your gut is only gushing more. You hear Jungkook click his tongue as he palms at himself in order to distract you from it.

You reach forward to grab, but Jungkook stops you before you can even do so. A simple shake of his head gives you the answer you were certainly not looking for. He can’t help but feel proud knowing that despite you both being together for so long, despite you both being in this position frequently, you still always managed to become amazed by the size of his length and what he could do with it.

But today? Today the air around you both is filled with a sense of shyness. It most definitely isn’t the first time for you both, but you’re so nervous you’d never know it. There’s something about Jungkook that lights you up from the inside. And something about you which melts all of Jungkook’s confidence to nothing at all. Touching him is like being handed the holy grail. Almost as if your heart is mended each time you are together even though you never knew it was broken.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s again and your heartbeat increases. He stares at you with deep respect and adoration, it almost hurts. No one had ever paid this much attention to you before Jungkook. No one had loved you like this. No one had celebrated you in this manner. Jungkook changed that. He stayed with you in your quietness and kissed the scars you hid from others. He is your greatest and rarest treasure. A blessing that brought you inner peace.

Jungkook’s hand that lies on your waist gradually makes its way down to your hip, stopping at the very border of it.

“If I may?” He reaches forward and whispers before nibbling on your ear.

You nod and that was all the consent Jungkook needed. He has you far too riled up for you to even consider stopping his ministrations.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you.” He pauses. “Going to show my angel how happy she makes me.” He breathed out.

“Guk-”

His actions interrupt you as he leans forward to suck on the sweet spot right behind your ear. You inhale sharply and he uses this opportunity to trail his hand down further. Jungkook himself may have been shy, but his doings were far from it. You felt yourself heat up as his fingers reached your nether lips, caressing the soft and soaked area.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

The use of your name had you clenching your pussy, which wasn’t missed by Jungkook. He smirks against the temple of your head, mentally giving himself a pat on the back.

“Is my baby feeling shy?” He playfully teases as he faintly brushes over your clit, refusing any direct contact with the place you need him the most. Jungkook’s other hand grabbed the back of your thigh, bringing it to rest at his waist, granting him the further access he needs. He presses himself closer to you, gently rubbing over your clit. His touch ignites something deep in your senses, you grind into his hand wanting more.

“I don’t want to play too much today.” He simply voices as he pulls his hand away. You whine underneath him, dissatisfied at the loss of his hands. Jungkook’s quick to make that disappear as he lifts your thighs over his shoulders, letting them rest there delicately. You slightly relax, knowing what’s coming next.

Jungkook slides to rest on his lean stomach as he begins to kiss from your ankle upwards, his hand always just a little higher than the gentle kisses he presses everywhere. You feel your back arch in anticipation knowing where his sinful mouth will reach soon. Your head rocks back as he inches towards your core, ready to moan his name as he devours you wholly.

Jungkook breathes against your soaked folds making you quiver with arousal. He massages the inside of your thighs, attempting to calm your nerves. “Always so pretty for me.” He praises before reaching forward to press a kiss against your clit, making you shudder with sensitivity.

“You’ve missed this, haven’t you my love? Missed having my tongue all over your messy cunt? He asks as you run your fingers through his dark locks, tightening the grip on his scalp. You arch your hips into his eager mouth, striving to gain some form of contact.

“Please.. Jungkook, please.” You breathlessly moan out, patience being a virtue you can no longer abide by. Jungkook gives in to your pleading, knowing that he too, needs to have a taste. Needs to subdue the longing of being deep within you.

Jungkook uses the tip of his tongue to lightly trace your nether lips. You squirm underneath him, moaning his name needily as you try to chase more of his tongue. Jungkook feels turned on seeing you lost in the clouds of ecstasy despite him doing so little.

“Guk… please, I need more.” You impatiently whine, trying to provoke further action. And so he does. He finally accepts that he’s perhaps tortured you a little too long now. “If it’s too much, princess, be sure to tell me.” is all he musters as he licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. He allows himself to latch onto your quivering cunt, sucking on your labia and making out with it to his heart’s content.

He buries himself further as he skims with his lips, gathering all your wetness on his tongue as you mewl at the orgasmic sensations he provides. He grants you no mercy as he uses his masterful tongue to eat you up. Jungkook had missed this deeply. Missed seeing you lost in the throes of pleasure with not a single care in the world.

You buck your hips closer to his face, begging for more through your actions. Jungkook flattens his tongue against your cunt, sucking greedily on the pulsing bud, groaning at the sweet flavour he had so dearly missed.

“Oh god, Jungkook please. I- I need more!” You give up trying to be quiet, chasing your high being your main priority at the moment.

“Baby wants more?” Jungkook smirks against you before he repeatedly licks up your slit, lapping at you shamelessly. Jungkook takes you by surprise as he sinks two of his long fingers into your leaking pussy. He curls them at the right spot and you whimper out loudly, gripping his hair tighter, not even considering the pain it could cause him.

“Jungkook.. Kook.. You can’t just..” You attempt to mutter out, but the excitement of reaching your high overtakes you and you moan his name instead. He pushes them in and out of you fast and hard whilst teasingly slurping at your juices. You know Jungkook is keen to make you come, and he knows he’s reaching his goal by the way your brows furrow and how you haven’t stopped biting your lips.

“Almost there.. aren’t you, angel?”

“Mmm, Guk, please. Please!” You have no clue what you’re begging for, crying out lustily.

“My baby is so gorgeous. So beautiful for me. My good girl.” Jungkook coos at you, the praises making you need more. Jungkook closes his lips around your clit and sucks it hard as his fingers relentlessly fuck into you. You arch and attempt to push his fingers out. Jungkook understands what you need without words and withdraws them from deep within, instead harshly rubbing at your clit in regular motions, watching you squirt on his tongue and gush all over the sheets.

You mewl distinctly as Jungkook groans at the sight of the mess in front of him. You’re panting hard as he encourages you to continue releasing all your cum.

“All of this for me, jagi? Come on, show me how much more there is. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You gasp and twitch from the oversensitivity of Jungkook’s ministrations as he rushes to hover above you, pressing gentle kisses to your face and wiping the tears which had formed. Jungkook praises you and you don’t fail to blush at his devotion, feeling a sense of pride wash over yourself as he repeatedly refers to you as his good girl.

“Thank you.” you mutter as you reach to latch your lips onto Jungkook’s, him shaking his head no as he brushes the drenched tendrils of hair from your face. A gentle smile adorns his face as he whispers back an “Always” making you feel flustered all over again. You notice Jungkook looking a little too calm and peer down once again at his painfully hard cock.

“Let me jus-”

Once again, Jungkook interrupts you as he grabs your hand, stopping it from reaching its desired destination.

“Not today, jagi. I don’t need your hand today.”

“Hmm?” You mutter, confusion written over your face.

“I just…”

“You just?”

“I just want to make love to my princess.” Jungkook whispers against your lips as he presses his hard length against your soaked core, casting it against your slickness making you whine again.

Jungkook kisses you so gently, so tenderly, you feel the grand amount of love he has for you through the simple movements of his lips against yours. The two of you continue to make out languidly, the moonlight spilling from your sheer curtains illuminating your surroundings, making it all the more intimate. All the more magical.

He leans forward pressing careful kisses to your bare shoulder up to your ear.

“I want to make love to you, Y/N. I want to show you how loved you are.”

You bring your dainty hands to rest against his bare chest as he moves to rub your noses together.

“I want to feel you, Jungkook. I need you.”

And that small whisper is all Jungkook needs as he wraps your legs around his waist and lines himself up against your entrance. Jungkook glances down at where your bodies are soon to connect and smiles as he prods your wet and desperate flesh with his tip.

“Is this okay, jagi?” He delicately inquires, the warmth in his eyes making it evident that he only wants to provide you with utter comfort and nothing else. “Mhm.” You answer as you move your hands towards the nape of his neck, interlacing them.

Jungkook steadies his hand on your pillow as he pushes himself into your wetness, groaning pleasurably. You arch into him, familiarising yourself with his thickness, the feeling still somehow being foreign. The two of you curse as Jungkook nestles his cock into you, your tightness spurring him on further.

“I’ve missed this.” Jungkook moans out loudly as he softly moves forward to settle into you. “I’ve missed the way your walls clench around me.” You whimper at his words and the delicious stretch, your chest rising as you anticipate his next measure. Jungkook gently pulls out of you, only to penetrate you deeper as he hits your cervix.

“I want to love you. Softly. Slowly. Take my time and worship you the way you deserve..” He groans as he glides himself out of you once again, your pooling wetness allowing him to drag himself at ease despite the tightness. You are already filled to the brim, the feeling of home apparent to you both.

“I want to kiss every inch of your perfect body. Love you the way you love me, my love.”

You moan at his confession, tears threatening to spill as the thickness of Jungkook’s cock stretches you out flawlessly. You clench around him tighter which makes Jungkook moan, reaching forward to kiss you harder.

You whine into his mouth, urging him to move.

And so he does.

Jungkook sets a steady and sensuous pace, pressing his hips into you keenly as he moves in and out of you in a languid manner. He presses sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks, breathing deeply as he softly fucks your dripping pussy. Jungkook looks at you with all the tenderness he could gather, moving his hand to slide at the base of your spine, pulling you further onto his cock. Jungkook presses your foreheads together as he continues his tender thrusts.

“I love you so much, so much it hurts.”

Jungkook’s precious words shelter you. Protect you. Make you feel whole. They tend to your hidden wounds, caressing over them in the most soft manner. Your heart flutters at his confession, making you wrap your legs around him tighter as you rut against him trying to match the rhythm of his thrusts. The slightly harsh rocking of Jungkook’s hips provided your clit with the relief it needed. Your cum was already pooling beneath you as he kissed the tears of his passion away from your eyes. Jungkook takes your hand, resting it against your head, entwining your nimble fingers with his own. The slight breeze from the air outside and the warmness your room was providing was the perfect mix, making you feel all the more loved. All the more safe with him.

Your mouths were leaving sloppy kisses wherever they could reach, your sweaty bodies entangled together and your breasts suffused with red from Jungkook’s earlier doings. The both of you felt divine, the wetness all around you being your greatest evidence. The two of you were so lost in one another, so infatuated by each other’s presence, you don’t even realise the mess you had created. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand as he picked up the speed of his thrusts, ensuring to provide you with the ease you needed.

“I love this.. God, I fucking love the way you make me feel. The way you love me.” You spill, making Jungkook penetrate you deeper. Words were hard to muster and so you refrain from speaking further, simply letting your begging moans inform him how good he makes you feel. How heavenly he makes you feel with every precise thrust.

You don’t need to communicate, Jungkook’s hard and animalistic groans echoing inside your little bedroom are enough on both of your behalfs. He pulls out lightly, before grinding deeper as he presses his taut body against your smaller self, provoking you towards another orgasm. You claw at his back, wanting him closer and so he tightens his hold against you, kissing at your neck as he whispers sweet nothings and innocent promises into your sensitive ears. His rhythmic hips not halting their pace, sensually drawing you towards your end.

“You’re doing so well for me baby, such a good girl.” And you know he means each and every encouragement that leaves his lips, a reflection of the pure love he feels for you. You thread your fingers through his hair as he sinks himself into you again, hitting against your g-spot, making your legs quiver and him grunting at the feeling of your wetness pooling on his cock.

Your moans become louder and Jungkook recognises that you need more friction, bringing his hand down to rub against your clit. The sweet pressure as he perfectly thrusts into you has you curling your toes, the feeling of him stretching you wide and making you more wet was exactly all you needed right now. “Almost done, I promise. My baby is so perfect. isn’t she?” He hummed against the temple of your head.

“Jungkook.” You moan in utter euphoria as he picks up his pace, slamming into you with completely new force, ensuring he syncs with the thumbing against your clit. Jungkook begins to move harsher, ramming into you hard, hitting each pleasurable spot whilst holding your body down with his strong yet soft hands.

His actions contrast with the softness of his kisses and the integrity of the loving praises he showers you with. His eyes never once leave you, watching you bite your lips, watching your eyes become more watery, watching the sweat begin to form at your baby hairs.

Jungkook swears he has never seen a sight so gorgeous, so breathtaking. You reach to cup his cheek, telling him repeatedly how much you love him and he gently nods at you, a shy smile breaking out on his face while his pace inside you never changes.

Your hands find Jungkook’s toned back once again, scratching down it as you feel your insides constrict, the coil threatening to break as Jungkook’s pelvis and skin hits against yours repeatedly. You melt into his body as you seek the comfort Jungkook provides you with his sweet, blissful love. You both moan in sync and mirror each other's expressions as you internally thank the heavens above for the love that has been graced upon you.

A series of ‘I love yous’ and ‘You’re all mine’ are heard from the two of you as Jungkook paints your insides white. You feel his cock pulsing as he fills you to the very brim, eliciting a distinct whimper out of you. You leak your wetness all over yours and Jungkook’s legs as he rests his head against your shoulder, telling you that you’ve done well through kisses on your warm skin. Jungkook pushes into you harder as if he wants you both to be one just a little longer. As if he wants to melt into you completely. You run your fingers through his damp hair as he finally stills.

“You always feel so amazing.” Jungkook chuckles, evoking a giggle out of you. He slips his softening cock out you carefully, being sure not to hurt you. You wince slightly at the loss of close contact, wanting to experience this all again. Jungkook pecks your lips before moving to rest next to you, splaying his hand against your stomach and resting his chin on your shoulder.

He had moved from Busan to Seoul. Travelled from America to Europe. Europe to Asia. He had felt safe, secure and content wherever he went. Yet the feeling of home, the feeling of evermore was only ever found with you.

“You’re mine.” You softly whisper.

“I’m all yours.”

The room is now silent, the only noise being heard is the deep panting coming from the both of you and the rain that patters against your window. Cleaning your surroundings and yourselves is far from your mind, Jungkook’s presence and warmth being the only aftercare you need. You wrap your arm around him and nuzzle into his neck as he pulls you closer, straightening what he can of your tousled hair. The breeze from the outside world cools you both down, bringing in a sense of balance; the wisdom to move yet at a steady pace.

You and Jungkook both have your eyes closed, calming down from your highs whilst resting in one another’s embrace. You feel yourself finally drifting away to dreamland in the presence of your safe place. The beginning of this new spring day was like a love song, one that morphed from a melancholy slowness to a happier and more uplifting tune.

The two of you are relaxed, as the early spring breeze brings for you a sense of hope. An awakening magic inhabits the room, a sensation of an old-spirit rekindling and seeking to knit together all that is good.

Feeling at peace in the arms of your lover, you know you are safe. Jungkook presses you against himself firmly and before you slip away to a more tranquil mindset, you feel a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead and you know that you are in a flower meadow with Jungkook, surrounded by the colour of his love for you. The thousands of petals representing the thoughts he had. Feeling at ease, you settle well into him. Every muscle’s tension, lost to the calm ripened air.

You are home.

You always are, when you’re with him.

And there we go. I hope you enjoyed! Feedback and comments are always appreciated <3

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Summary: The one where you find your way back home, even if the journey takes longer than you think.

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!bianchi!reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: mentions of jules and his accident, ANGST, talks about college acceptances in the US but it’s not accurate because i’ve never applied for US schools, mentions of alcohol and underage drinking/clubbing (only in the US though), mentions of a fake id, mentions of cheating, fighting, charles being stupid and not realising it, talks about processing grief, GRIEF, survivor’s guilt, talks of therapy, friends to lovers y’all.

Request: “The Charles fanfic was so good!! Can you write more angsty but happy needing Charles? I think it’s be cute for a man who loves Monaco so much to got to wherever his girlfriend lives Ike London or nyc often and deal with that. Maybe she hates monaco lol” + “if your requests are still open, max or charles + “you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” thanks!”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i decided to give into the whole angst thing and i can honestly say that i’m having a great time. i wanted to include Jules somehow in this one because i’ve been seeing some edits on tiktok and let me tell you proofreading was a bitch because i kept crying. also, my spotify kept bringing up lorde and hannah montana songs, so there you go. this was definitely a hard one to write and i know it’s messy, but all feedback is appreciated. thank you, anon, for the request, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Monaco is full of memories. It’s filled with memories of your childhood, your parents picking up you and your siblings from school in Nice, and getting the train to Monaco for your brother to compete in karting races. It’s filled with laughter, and ice cream, and friends. It’s also filled with fears, loss and uncertainty, and you suppose that’s why you didn’t ever want to go back. But you find your back there every time, even if it is only for a couple of days at a time. Although it reminds you of the bad times, it’s hard to erase the good ones completely.

Charles is just one of the people Jules brought into your life. He was right there since your birth – apparently, the Leclercs were visiting your family in Nice when your mother suddenly went into labour. You will always be thankful to Pascale and Hervé for stopping Jules from choosing your middle name to be Michael Schumacher. Neither Charles, nor you will forget the type of shenanigans you got up to as little kids, there is only a year difference between the two of you after all. There’s that one time you stole Charles’ kart and tried to go down the road, in which he caught you but instead of ratting you out to Lorenzo and Jules, who were supposed to be looking after you by the way, he helped you get it down the stairs and passed you his helmet as he explained how to go about it. Neither of your brothers were impressed by your ability to go fast or Charles’ sudden interest in maybe becoming a race engineer if the whole driver thing doesn’t work out. There was also the time when the two of you, along with Arthur, snuck out from a family friend’s wedding to only get lost in a city in the South of France; Charles got so stressed that he forgot how to speak French and proceeded to ask how to get back to the venue in Italian for the rest of the night. Needless to say, the two of you are there for each other no matter what; you stayed together through heartbreaks, wins, losses, losing Jules and Hervé, funerals, weddings and much more. The majority of your time together is spent in your family’s house in Nice. Charles doesn’t mind the half-hour journey, an hour if he decides to go back but he hardly ever does. Sometimes, he manages to convince you come to Monte Carlo for the day by bribing you with promises of sunsets and ice cream, but he will always drive you back if you insist you want to go home without any complain.

The first time you bring up the topic of moving, you’re in your last year of high school; by that time, Charles is already racing in Formula One, so your time together is limited to breaks between the races. However he tries his hardest to be there for you, from talking you through breakdowns that occur after long study sessions, to looking up pre-med programmes for you to apply all over the world. You never wanted to live your entire life between Nice and Monte Carlo in the first place, so is he is more than happy to help you explore your options. Your application results arrive when he’s on break between the races, so the two of you sit on the small table in his Monaco apartment’s kitchen, the light from your laptop lighting up both of your faces as you open up the emails one by one. You’re most anxious about your application to Columbia, which is 3.462 miles away from Nice, and 3.993 from Monte Carlo. By the time you finish opening up all the emails, both of you are sitting there with a silence between you. The acceptance letter still open on your laptop is congratulating you for your offer to join Columbia’s pre-med program the following September.

“Yes,” He looks at you expectantly, “Accept it, Y/N, you shouldn’t be even thinking about it!”

“Yes?” You let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not that simple, Charles–”

“But it is!” He argues, a big smile on his face. You can tell he is proud of you by the look in his eyes and the way his emotions carry through his voice. “It’s your top choice of school!”

“It’s also in New York, it means that there will be an entire ocean between us!”

He shrugs. “So?”

“So?” Your eyes widen in surprise, you start staking your head a little without being aware that you are doing it. “Doesn’t that scare you?”

“Chérie,” Charles coos, pulling your chair by its leg to bring you closer to him and wrap a supportive arm around your body. His chest rumbles from his low laughter as he presses kisses to your hair. “We’ll be fine, look at everything we’ve been through, and we’re not even that old.”

You scoff, hitting his chest in an attempt to get away; you start furiously typing on your computer. “You are old,” you point to him with a tilt of your head, “I’m not, though.”

He rolls his eyes and turns his concentration to the tab still open on your computer, “You’re going to accept the offer, though, right?”

You end up accepting the offer. Charles and his family is there alongside yours to send you off on a plane to New York City. Both your mother and Charles’ have tears in their eyes as they say their goodbyes, with your father giving you a similar look. Being the youngest of four siblings, it must’ve been hard to send their youngest all the way across an ocean, but they let you know that you have their support in every step of the way. With Charles’ schedule for the remaining races scattered all over the world, he tells you not to force yourself and to enjoy your first months as a college student.

You surprise him in Austin, though. Arranging this surprise is definitely not the easiest, but you ask Lorenzo for his help and he is more than happy to make arrangements for you. It’s the end of Friday’s last practice session when you surprise him in the Alfa Romeo garage. He almost walks past you, to get rid of his helmet when you say his name, but once he realises it is you he quickly pulls in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” He asks you while laughing with glee.

“Heard there’s an immunology seminar in town about the effects of talking a shower and then going out without drying your hair.” You answer with all the seriousness you can muster.

“Really?” He asks in confusion, taking his helmet and balaclava off and trying to fix his sweat-soaked hair.

You hit the back of his head lightly, shaking your head in disbelief. “No! I came here to see you race, you idiot!”

He shakes head in understanding. “Oh, oh!” His eyes widen once again with recognition this time.

“Yes, oh, now come on, we’re going out.” You’re quick to add, “To dinner because airplane food sucks. We’re going out clubbing after the race, though.”

True to your word, you go clubbing after his race on Sunday, which Charles is not entertained by. He’s paranoid by the fact that you are in the club with them in the first place, which should not be happening because you’re underage. He keeps silent as you show the bouncer your id, which he knows is a fake, by the way; as he sends Lorenzo an incredulous look, his older brother’s reaction consisting off a shrug of the shoulders makes him more paranoid.

“Y/N, you should not be drinking.” He voices his concern, as you’re on your second drink of the night. “This is wrong.”

“How is this different than me drinking back at home?” You argue with your eyebrows raised. “You don’t tell me I can’t drink when we’re back home.”

“Because it is legal for you to do so there!” Charles exclaims, somehow gathering the attention of some of the clubbers nearby, but he offers them an apological smile and then turns back to you with his voice lowered. “You’re not twenty one, ergo – you shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Pfft,” You shrug him off, “You’re stupid, and I’m bored. You want to dance?”

You help Charles to move into his flat in Italy when he starts racing for Ferrari. Though he still lives in Monaco full-time, he rented a small place in Maranello to stay when he’s travelling. It’s an emotional event, which has both of you sitting on the floor of his new apartment going through boxes of old photographs. He finds one of his brothers and Jules with you, standing in front of a karting ring with big smiles in all of your faces. You fingers involuntarily trace over your brother, your eyes misting when you think about the day.

“He was so young,” You whisper, having to swallow a sob which threatens to escape.

Your eyes linger on the photograph for a while, and Charles quickly understands that you were not talking about the photograph as the tears you were trying to hold back find their way onto your cheeks. “He was.” He agrees; there aren’t enough words in the world to describe what losing a family member does to a person, and he understands you in a way most people cannot.

You offer him a sad smile through your tears. “He would be so proud of you.”

“He would be also so proud of you,” He whispers right back, leaning closer to you so that he could wipe away the few stray tears. “In fact, I am pretty sure he is.”

“Stop it.” You laugh softly through your tears as you push yourself to get off the floor, and dry under your eyes with your fingers as you look across the room. “Oh my god, Charles, we have so many boxes to go through.”

He gets up after you and looks around the dusty living room as he attempts to get rid of the dust on his clothes. “We do, don’t we?” He watches as you kneel in front of an unopened box and slice through the tape with a knife, and starting to go through the items in the box. He watches you go through the items silently for a while, noticing how seriously you take the task. His eyes linger on the frown on your face for a while, the way your eyebrows scrunch in question, or how you tuck a stubborn piece of hair, which escapes from the braid in your hair, to the back of your ear. He stalks closer, gently gripping one of your wrists and pulling you to your feet. “Dance with me.” He asks – which comes off less as an ask and more of a demand, which causes you to playfully roll your eyes at him.

“Charles, the boxes–” You try to argue.

His laugh is laced with mischief. “The boxes will still be there, chérie, just one dance won’t change anything.”

You try to come with arguments in your head but all your attempts are quickly thrown out the window when you realise just how green Charles’ eyes actually are. “We don’t have any music.” You try to offer as a measly argument.

Charles raises his eyebrows as he wraps his arms around your waist after making you wrap yours around his neck. “We don’t need any music, Y/N.”

So you give up in any attempts in stopping him, as he starts to slowly sway both of your bodies from side to side. You let out a chuckle when he stars, terribly, humming to an old song you used to hear on the radio. “This is stupid.” You mumble as you keep up your pace with his movements.

“You seem to keep calling me that.” Charles recalls, making both of you laugh in recognition. “I need to tell you something important.”

“So tell me,” you encourage him, motioning him to continue.

“I met someone.” He announces, a small smile playing on his lips.

You breath get stuck for a moment, in which you remind yourself that Charles is waiting for your reaction – most likely a supportive one at that. “Wow, Charles.” You breath out and give him a smile, which you successfully manage to pass off as a supportive one, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your voice breaks off in the end. “I’m so happy for you.”

You’re not stupid – thinking that either of you could stay single forever is an unrealistic one. But it hurts to imagine him with another person while he looks at you like that makes a part of you crumble up into a ball on your bed and cry. And that’s just what you do when you go back to the hotel that night (because the house is still unliveable when the two of you decide you’re done for the day). You try to keep your sobs as quiet as possible because you know Charles is in the hotel room next to yours. As you’re looking out the window, watching the night sky light up with stars in Maranello that night, you tell yourself you, somehow, need to move on from your best friend.

The next time you see Charles is during Christmas time. You have a tradition – Lorenzo, Charles, Jules and you, a tradition, which Arthur joined once he was old enough. It’s a peculiar one. While it’s not uncommon for most families to watch Christmas movies during this time of the year, your choice of movie has not Christmas elements in it at all. Every Christmas, the four of you watch The Sound of Music. It’s a silly tradition which was born out of boredom and lack of movies one Christmas, but it’s a tradition you managed carried out every year.

You can still remember Lorenzo complaining because “It’s three hours of songs about whiskers and bass clef.”

While Jules gives his best friend an unamused glare, both you and Charles try to mimic the Frenchman who you idolise. “It has nuns, songs, Nazis and familial love, Lorenzo, what more could you ask for?” He shrugs as he turns his attention back on screen, “Plus, Julie Andrews is hot.”

“Why would she be hot?” You remember asking, the woman on the screen not seeming uncomfortable by the weather.

“No reason,” Jules assures you, wrapping one of his arms around you.“Watch the movie, shortcake.”

And yes, while it might be stupid to watch the same movie, which has no Christmas value at all, every year on Christmas day, it’s a reminder that you have each other even if you’re not always together. So when you sit down to watch the movie that Christmas, there is a bad feeling in your stomach when you realise Charles is not there to watch it with you. If his brothers also find it weird that he’s not there they don’t make a comment, neither do you, for that matter. You try to push it to the back of your mind and enjoy the moment, telling yourself that even if this is a tradition between the four of you, it’s not the end of the world if you fail to do it. So you smile, and have fun throughout the day – when you’re watching the movie, or when you decide to hold a gingerbread house competition (Arthur wins, by the way), or when you sit down to have dinner with your families, and it makes you feel a thousand times better.

It’s late when he comes home that night, Lorenzo and Arthur have already passed out on the couch with you trying to read the anatomy textbook on your lap in the low light.

“Hi.” He greets you as he gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“Hi.” You whisper back, trying not to wake up the boy sleeping next to you. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, it was a good day.” He answers truthfully, and then motions the book resting on your knees. “Aren’t you going to go to sleep?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay here tonight.”

He doesn’t argue as he presses a kiss on your temple. “Okay, good night, chérie.”

One thing about Charles, is that he is very secretive about his relationships – to the point where he won’t introduce someone to you or his family if he doesn’t think the relationship is going somewhere. So, when he brings over Charlotte for lunch the next day, there is a buzz around the house. The lunch goes well, you think. Charlotte is sweet, and the two of you talk about many things including your universities; she’s very impressed that you want to go into the medical field and you tell her that architecture must be a pain in the ass to study and she agrees with a loud laugh.

When Pascale asks them what they did for Christmas yesterday, Charlotte leans against Charles’ arm as she answers, “Oh, nothing. We just stayed home and watched that old movie – what was it again?”

“The Sound of Music.” Charles answers, his eyes are focused on his hands, and you know this, because your eyes don’t heave his frame until Arthur forces you to carry the dishes into the kitchen.

“We’ll do them, maman,” he announces when Pascale attempts to tidy up the dishes, “Y/N will help me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nod, the voice coming off from you not matching the sunny disposition you present to the rest of the room.

You carry the dishes Arthur passes to you to the kitchen, holding your breath in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, and you succeed, too. At least until Arthur comes after you, carrying more dishes and places them next to the other ones near the kitchen sink. You start scrubbing them with intensity, your sniffles and the sound from water whooshing around in the sink filling the room. Arthur pulls you against him as you lean your forehead to his shoulder, or where you can on his arm due to your height-difference, as you start quietly sobbing. Arthur turns the tap on as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

The two of you return to the dining room after the dishes are done, and continue the conversation as if nothing happened. After Charlotte announces that she should be on her way, you walk her to the door with everyone, the two of you exchanging numbers as she makes you promise to go shopping with her the next time you’re in Monaco. You agree with a chuckle and tell her only if she teaches you how to draw because your “Anatomy notes are seriously suffering.” After she gives Charles a kiss and leaves, Charles turns to you.

“It’s just a movie.” He says in a low voice.

“You’re allowed to have fun with your girlfriend, Charles.” You assure him and pat his shoulder for good measure. Then, you turn to Arthur, who is watching the exchange with a confused look on his face. “Want to play a round before I leave?”

“Sure,” he agrees and the two of you move into the living room to play a round of F1 on the PlayStation. He sets it up for you as you try to get comfortable on the couch, trying to get rid of the feeling of unease as Charles watches you from the other side of the couch. “Who do you want to pick?” Arthur asks you, the cursor hovering over his choice – who is of course his brother.

You stay quiet for a moment and answer him in a calm voice, “Give me Max.”

Charles scoffs from the other side and pushes himself off, his arms crossed over his chest. “Rich, Y/N, just rich.”

“What?” you ask him with faux innocence and a shrug of your shoulders.

His voice is accusatory when he snaps, “Stop being childish for a moment.”

“Oh, I’m being childish?” You ask him, getting off the couch as well.

“Yes, you’re being extremely childish right now.” He agrees, nodding his head. “Glad we at least agree on that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask again while narrowing your eyes.

He scoffs, “It’s just a stupid movie.”

“I didn’t say a fucking word about the movie, Charles.” You point out, mimicking his pose as you cross your arms over your chest. In reality, it’s a short attempt at trying to hide your shaking hands. “But it’s not a stupid movie, it’s tradition.”

“Traditions can be broken from time to time.” He argues.

“I didn’t say they couldn’t.” You shrug, trying to appear indifferent to the man in front of you.

“Maybe if you tried to stick around for more than three days at a time, you wouldn’t be so upset about these type of things.”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. “Excuse me?”

“Charles, maybe you should–” Arthur tries to stop his brother, but Charles waves him off.

“Sometimes I think ‘Did I do something?’, but then I realise that maybe the problem is not me–”

Though you’re shocked by his words, you find yourself assuring him, “It’s not, it has nothing to do with you.”

Both you and Arthur can see something snaps in him, causing him to raise his voice. “Then what is it? Tell me so I can fix it and you can stop running away!”

You shake your head, your arms which are wrapped around you becoming tighter as an attempt to provide yourself some sort of protection. “You can’t fix it, Charles.”

His arms become undone as his fists ball on either side of his body. “You don’t know that–”

“No you can’t!” You scream, somehow more tears flowing from your eyes. “You can’t bring Jules back because he’s dead, and you can’t fix me because I’m not a toy! You think I want to live this way? You think I want to go back every damn time I set foot in this city because I just hate it here? I can’t bear the thought of staying here because of the fact that my brother died while I was here and I didn’t get to say goodbye to him.” You point a finger towards him, your voice gradually becoming louder to match his. “He was dead by the time I got back to the hospital and they told me he couldn’t hold on any longer, how do you think that makes me feel every time I feel like I’ve overstayed in this city, huh?”

“You need to stop living in the past, Y/N.” He shakes his head. “Don’t you see you’re letting the past hold you back?”

“‘Letting the past hold me back’ do you even hear yourself right now? I am trying my best to move on!”

“By moving across the ocean?” He asks you, “By leaving the people you love you behind?”

“You– you can do this!” You scream as you walk towards him and jab your finger against his chest. “You told me to take the offer, you told me to move away because you were so sure we’d be fine.”

“Well maybe I was wrong.” He whispers, grabbing both of your wrists to stop you from poking him and curling his arms closer to his chest.

Your eyes widen with a furious look in them, which makes him realise he sees more of Jules in them than before. “Screw you, Charles.” You struggle against his hold, hitting his chest with your fists with every word as you scream, “Screw you for trying to dictate how I process my grief, and screw you for acting so indifferent.” You win your struggle in the end, taking advantage of the fact that he is both distracted and speechless to get out of his hold and quickly grab your things.

“Where are you going?” He asks you as you’re putting your coat on.

“Anywhere but here.” You snap at him, refusing to meet his eyes.

Arthur quickly comes near you with a concerned look, “You shouldn’t be driving right now, at least let me drive you.”

You give him the warmest smile you can muster up, “I’ll be fine, ThurThur,” your eyes find Charles’ as you continue, “Don’t ever change, okay?”

After the disastrous Christmas last year, you two didn’t talk for a whole year, even though the people around you tried their hardest to bring you to talk to each other. Even Charlotte tried to trick you into spending time, claiming that she had a work emergency just as you arrived at the lunch you two scheduled to find Charles sitting there – you quickly left without being seen and spent the day walking through the marina because “Fuck Charles if he thinks you can’t spend more than three days in Monte Carlo.” He spends Christmas with Charlotte again, but unlike this year, you don’t feel sad about his absence, choosing to call it growth when reality it’s actually packing it away to deal with it another time.

The two of you eventually do make up, though, when you go to one of Arthur’s races to support him and run into Charles on the track. You talk between breaks, both of you succumbing and apologising to each other for the things you’ve said – him more than you, but you still apologise for the way you’ve acted afterwards. Arthur has a strange smile on his face when he finds you, releasing a relieved breath when you told him that you’re fine and you’re going to take baby steps.

“Good,” he smiles, “maman was about to lock you onto Charles’ yacht.”

Your therapist calls is ‘survivor’s guilt’. Yes, you have one of those now because although you want it to be false, you think a part of what Charles said might be right. She explains to you that it’s a natural response where someone has suffered a loss and you didn’t. This confuses you, though, because even if the loss in question is the death of your brother, you weren’t there to experience it with the rest of your family. Dr. Gambini is there to explain that “Although it implies experience, it doesn’t necessarily mean you can’t not feel the loss of something you didn’t get to suffer.” So, you go through the therapy experience to try to understand your own feelings, which makes you think maybe it is what you should be focusing on in the first place. It’s an overwhelming feeling, understanding things about yourself which you didn’t before – the things you used to feel slowly gain meaning as you go about it. You’re proud of yourself when you talk about it to your parents, and they tell you that they are proud of you for giving it a go. Charles joins you in one of your sessions – it’s Charlotte’s idea, actually. He tries to understand why, and how he can help you – he leaves the session feeling proud of you for taking care of yourself.

A few months later, you get a phone call from him when you’re in the middle of the week when you are studying, while all of your friends are away for spring break. His voice is thick with tears as he tells you that it’s over between him and Charlotte, but refuses to give you a reason when you ask why. It leaves you confused in New York, but when he asks you if you can come home for the weekend, you don’t hesitate to book a ticket for the next flight out. He’s shocked to find you standing in front of his door, but pulls you in for a hug anyway. Neither of you care about the duffel bag that hits the floor at your feet, even when you’re stumbling over it to get to him. You don’t talk, but hold each other throughout the night. He offers to cook for you, but you decide that ordering pizza is a better solution than trying to each what Charles attempts to cook. So, you end up deciding on pizza and a movie.

You look at him confused when you realise which movie he’s selected, “It’s not Christmas, Charles.”

He sits down on the couch, and pulls you under his arm as he reaches for the pizza box sitting on the coffee table. There’s a nostalgic smile on his face which you cannot understand. “I owe you two screenings of this movie, Y/N. Now eat your pizza and watch it.”

So, the two of you watch the movie in silence – with silently laughing in relevant scenes and Charles even attempting to sing the Lonely Goatherd, which leaves you in tears because of how much you’re laughing. At the end of the night he walks you to the guest room in his apartment and pulls you for one last hug, whispering, “Thank you for coming,” into your hair.

“Of course, Charles.” You whisper, turning your head and softly pressing a kiss to his shirt-covered chest. “Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.

He’s in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning, focusing so intently on something on his phone to notice you. You ruffle his hair as you make your way through the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you. “Good morning to you too, you grump.” You tell him, when you finish getting out the ingredients for the breakfast you have in mind.

“Morning, chérie.” He answers, in a non-committal voice.

“And to think I was going to make you pancakes.” You sigh as you halt the movement of your hands and lean against the counter.

A playful smile is on your lips when Charles excitedly raises his head. “Pancakes?” He asks in a soft voice.

“I was going to add chocolate chips, too, but you didn’t say good morning to me and now I don’t think I’m in mood to be honest with you.” You shrug, starting to put away the bowls you took out.

He quickly comes behind the counter to tickle some sense in you, and you use the bowl in your hands as a shield as you start laughing. He gives up after a while, pressing a kiss to your temple and fixing some of your hair which fell out of place during the ‘fighting’. “Good morning, how can I help you?”

“Wow, you actually want to help me cook for a change?” You coo, ruffling his hair again and hitting his hip with yours to get him out of your way. “Go wait on the other side, you grumpy baby.” He complies to your directions to sit on the other side of the island, but doesn’t bother with his phone this time. You make a motion towards his phone on the island with your head as you crack the eggs into the bowl. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just some problem with the car.” He answers. “I might need to go to Maranello for a day or two. When is your flight back to New York?”

“Oh– I can change it if you know the date–” You start to say, but he quickly cuts you off.

“What? No, I don’t want you to go back.” He quickly says, shaking his head. “I just thought you might want to come with me rather than stay here.”

“Oh,” You say, looking around. “It’s not a problem, I can stay and study.”

There is a confused look on his face. ��Stay? Here?” He asks over and over again. “Here? Stay? Alone?”

“Yes, Charles, I can manage to stay by myself.” You sigh. “I did it last summer for a month, you can trust me, alright?”

“You were in Monte Carlo for a month, last summer? How did I not catch you at all?”

You let out another sigh, “In case you don’t realise, I’m very good at avoiding you.” You continue when he gives you yet another confused look as you start mixing the batter. “Charlotte told me to meet her at a restaurant but it was a set up for me to meet with you, so I got in the car and drove away. It was probably the closest we got to each other.”

“Wow.” He looks at you with wide eyes. “Just, wow.”

You roll your eyes and glare at him. “Stop looking at me like that. My classes are all online this semester and Dr. Gambini thinks it’s good for me to spend more time here; it’s supposed to help me get closure, or something.”

He gives you a big smile. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, his smile quickly mirroring on your own lips.

“Yeah.” He breathes out. “And you can stay here all you want! And cook me breakfast, you know.”

You let out a laugh this time. “I can get my own place, Charles.”

“But then who will cook me breakfast?” He asks with a small pout.

“You are a child, Perceval.” You laugh at the way he looks at you, with his elbows bent over the counter and his upper body leaning over the stove. “I’m only cooking you breakfast; you have to promise you won’t fall in love with me after this.” You joke.

You turn around to look in the cupboard for the chocolate chips as you hear him mumble, “Too late.”

You almost hit your head at the open cupboard door when you turn right back to look at him. “What?” You walk towards the island as you mumble out, “No, no, no, no, don’t say that. You just broke up with your girlfriend, Charles.”

“We broke up almost five months ago.” He announces, no hint of joking in his voice. “Right before the Abu Dhabi race.”

“That’s not true.” You say, shaking your head. “I spoke to Charlotte; she told me everything was fine.”

He shrugs, then offers you an explanation. “We announced it a couple of months later, but we’ve been broken up for a while.”

“But then why did you call me a couple of days ago to tell me it was over?” You ask him, visibly confused.

He looks guilty as he admits. “I– I don’t have a good answer for that.” He stalks over to the other side of the island again to trap you between himself and the marble in an attempt to prevent you from evading. “All I can say is that I love you.”

“Oh, wow.” You say, suddenly you can find the right choice for words. “Say that again for me?”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Now in French?”

“Je t'aime.”

“In Italian?”

“Ti amo.” He laughs this time, leaning down towards you to bring his face towards yours. “You done?” You nod your head with a giggle escaping past your lips. “This would be a perfect time to say something, you know.”

“Oh, right.” You nod in acknowledgement. “Thank you.”

“What?” He asks in horror.

“Yeah, thank you. You know, for the–”

“Chérie!” He exclaims with his eyes wide.

You continue your giggles as you place your hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards you, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you too, chez moi,” my home/place. The pancakes are long-forgotten when you pres your lips on his to give him a kiss, somewhere in the universe your twelve year-old is high-fiving with herself, but you are happy to be finally home.

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j3llyd0nut · 9 months

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All to You

ೀ Older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: A soft morning with Leon (or not).

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is in their 20s), oral (m&f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel), accidentally made him c(h)orny here.

A/N: I was imagining id!Leon here but any older version of him works too! And also watch me disappear from the face of the earth after posting this. Feedbacks are appreciated!

Sabrina Claudio- All to you

The room was bathed in a gentle, pleasant glow as the dawn's first rays slowly peaked through the drapes. Lying there, nestled in a sea of cotton sheets, you slowly became aware of a presence next to you: your lover, Leon. As your eyes landed on his serene face, which was illuminated by the soft morning light, a happy smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. It was rare to see him in this state, as usually his face would always be in a scowl.

His chest moved up and down in a rhythm that seemed to harmonize with the very essence of the room. You reached out and lightly touched his cheeks, caressing them with care as his eyelashes created delicate shadows on them.

The small elements in your shared bedroom made it come to life: a vase of flowers on your bedside table that Leon brought home to you last night, whose fragrance blended with the aroma of your freshly washed bed sheets. A quiet sigh escaped from your lips as you shifted slightly and snuggled deeper under the covers.

You were awestruck by the openness and closeness of it all as you quietly observed him. The time seemed to stand still, and the world outside the window ceased to exist as both of you were trapped in a cocoon of shared dreams and early morning tranquility. Your heart was overflowing with affection and appreciation for the moment, and you pressed a feather-light kiss to his forehead, his skin warm against your lips.

Your simple gesture made him rouse from his dreams; the feeling of grogginess disappeared in a fleeting moment as he felt the sensation of your feather-like kisses gracing his forehead. His eyelashes fluttered open, and his eyes were met with your warm gaze. From his forehead to his cheeks—and you didn’t forget his stubble jaw—your soft kisses followed a line of murmured promises, leaving a lingering warmth in his wake.

As Leon recognized what was happening—a lovely, dreamy awakening planned by the one who held his heart (you)—a gentle, dawning smile curved his lips. "Morning," he mumbled in a drowsy tone, having just stirred from slumber.

“Good morning, my love.”

You continued to press kisses on him; each gentle lip press conveyed stories of love and devotion that words could never express. The gentleness of your lips held a symphony of feelings—love, adoration, and a quiet vow to treasure every second both of you spent together.

As your lips continued their gentle exploration, his heart swelled with softness and gratitude for this stolen moment of intimacy. His whole life, he experienced pain and agony, but in this moment, he felt loved and cherished by you. By the sheer force of the affection that came from your lips, the lazy fog that had lingered in his mind was lifted.

"Someone is feeling affectionate today." Leon chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm and loving embrace. "I can’t help it; you looked adorable in the morning." It was Leon’s turn to launch a gentle assault of kisses on your face as he cradled it with his free hand. Fingers, warm and tender, traced the contours of your cheek. His touch was a silent reassurance, a wordless declaration of his presence and devotion to you too. "Only you would think I’m adorable, sweetheart." He hummed as the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

You let out a soft chuckle. "I’m glad I’m the only one who thinks that; I don’t want anyone else to steal you away from me." There was a hint of possessiveness and playfulness in your tone. "Don’t worry, sweetheart," His gaze locked with yours with a magnetic pull. "I am all yours, like you are mine." With a breathless pause, both of your lips met in a dance of longing and desire.

His rough hand trailed down underneath your shirt, which made you mumble into the kiss. This gave him the opportunity to intertwine his tongue with yours in a language only both of you understood. One of your hands found solace in running through his dirty blonde locks, the silky strands—thanks to your shampoo—gliding between your fingers.

Leon’s body responds eagerly to your touch, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his own hands exploring the curves of your body. The loose fabric of your shirt provided little resistance as his fingertips brushed against your exposed skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You broke away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting both of your lips. “So, breakfast?” Your words hung in the air, a mix of desire and playfulness dancing in your voice. “Oh, I have a better idea than breakfast.” He replied with a smirk on his face, his voice low and husky. “Let me taste you, angel.”

Your thighs squeezed in anticipation and excitement as his words filled the air. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded and tried to remove the cover before Leon interrupted you. “No, no baby. I want you to sit on my face.” A mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked into your eyes.

His hands found their way to your hips, tugging the waistband of your underwear down. His touch sent another shiver down your spine. He lay on his back as he helped you straddle yourself above his eager face, your underwear long gone near the bedside. You lowered yourself onto his waiting mouth, feeling the warmth and wetness of his tongue as he began to explore you. The stubble on his jaw pricked your thighs, but you did not care as it added to the sensation.

His lips and tongue worked in sync, expertly pleasuring you, with each flick and swirl of his tongue driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. He let out a groan underneath you as you gripped his hair and brought his face closer to your core. You were a moaning mess as you rode his face, his hands gripping your hips firmly, which will surely leave a mark or two.

You surrendered yourself fully to the pleasure he provided, unable to contain your moans as they filled the room with the sound of his lips smacking and sucking against your slick folds, lapping up the essence like a dog. It was as if he had tapped into his most primal instincts, with his desire to taste and consume you evident in every motion.

As your orgasm finally washed over you, your body trembled with release. However, that did not stop Leon from continuing with his ministrations, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible—he puts your pleasure above his anytime of the day because he gets himself off by that. Only when your body was sated and trembling did he finally stop with his assault, a satisfied smile playing on his face. "Thanks for the breakfast, baby," he murmured against your thighs as he gave them a soft peck, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

His lips glistened with your own arousal, a visual reminder of the pleasure he had just bestowed upon you. Seeing him in that state made your desire still burn within you. With a coy smile, you leaned down closer, your breath hot against his ear. "My turn to taste you."

Suddenly, a tinge of dominance took hold of you. With a sensual yet comforting touch, you trailed your fingers along his bare chest, relishing the warmth of his skin. You could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch.

With a mixture of hunger and reverence, you gently tugged on the waistband of his boxers, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. It stood proudly before you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight—him as a whole, the way his face is flushed, and his hair cascading on the pillow.

Seeing him in that state fueled your arousal, matching the rhythm of your intimate connection. Eyes hazy with desire, you finally took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Pleasure surged through his veins, and his body responded eagerly to your skilled mouth. His hands found their way into your hair, gently guiding your movement.

Your mouth moved with a rhythm that drove him to the edge, exploring every inch of his length. The intense pleasure from your mouth and the way your touch grazed his inner thighs, his need to release growing with each passing moment.

"That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good." He let out a loud groan as his body became tensed.

The way he praised you made your actions intensify, each movement becoming fervent to please him and make him feel good. It didn’t take long for him to spill himself into your mouth; the sensation was overwhelming and electrifying.

As he caught his breath, he leaned toward you, capturing your lips with his. His hands roamed your body, his touch possessive yet gentle as he explored every inch of your trembling form. Breaking away from the kiss with a low moan, he stared into your eyes, full of love and admiration. "Waffles or pancakes?" A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response to his question, "Waffles.”

#✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #resident evil

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom.

> fluff, suggestive ? / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mention of recording a sex tape oop

note: look . . . i don’t know how my drabbles end up the way that they do i also question the stream of my thoughts constantly. anyway the mobile gaming continues 🫡 this game got me hooked i needed to write while i’m in the zone. + feedback is always appreciated <3

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“wow, you’re so rich.” you comment absentmindedly, watching jungkook’s tattooed hand making multiple in-app purchases of gold and gems.

“babe, babe,” you panic and slap his hand away from clicking the largest amount of gems for the third time. “i think thirty-seven thousand gems are more than enough for now!”

he makes a noise of disagreement from behind you, his body vibrating against your back. his arms circle around your waist again, using both words and touch as his ways of persuasion. “did you see the top one? they’re in like level 600! let me buy more so we’re set for until level 300 or something.”

you sigh in defeat, letting him hold the ipad propped up against your thighs again. “well, i guess the money just circles back to your bank account.”

“i know right?” he giggles in delight. “ohhh, i’ll buy the tany pass so we can get the butter costumes.”

sparkling gold coins replace your irises like they do in the cartoons. the said costumes are too adorable and you want to see them wear the matching outfits in the island. moreover, your boyfriend knows how much you loved his long purple hair.

“does it come with all seven?” you ask curiously as jungkook lifts up the ipad to level with his head for umpteenth time, using the face id to confirm the $8 dollar purchase. the purchase successful! notification flashes on the screen, and you can’t hide the stupid smile forming on your face.

“i’m not sure? let’s see.” he hums, tapping each member on the screen to check their available items.

“oh wait! i need to complete the tier first. hold on.” he exists the tab to go back to the event, purchasing the keys to unlock all the prizes without having to collect anymore. he claims them one by one. “oh, so there’s only jin-hyung, jimin-hyung, taehyung-hyung, and me.”

“but i wanted everyone- oh my god, you guys are so cute.” you hold down the squeal in your throat, zooming in on the characters wearing their butter outfits. “his rainbow hair is really pretty. i saw they released the butter funko pops too? looks great as everything.”

he nods with a chuckle, watching jimin walk around the island. “he’s the only one who can pull that off.”

“well now i wanna see you try it.” blonde jungkook was also very pretty- the evidence of your honesty being the three weeks you only referred to him as barbie.

“barbie, i miss your face. what time are you coming home?”

“hey barbie, what you cooking for dinner?”

“that’s not how lasik surgery works, barbie!”

“good morning, pretty barbie. i’m not sure but i think i . . . burned the coffee maker?”

the name rhymes with baby, your term of endearment for each other. you know what? it’s basically the same word, so he got used to it right away. if he hears someone saying it in public, he will most probably still react to it. obviously, you stopped using the name when he dyed his hair another color.

so if he tries the sprayed on pastel colors on his blonde hair? you get the living, breathing barbie doll of your childhood and teenage dreams.

“we can try for fun when i want to bleach my hair again.”

jungkook is an angel who always lets you indulge in the desires of your heart.

“hmm, soon then. your natural hair is very pretty and healthy right now. i hope it grows out the way you want it to this time.” your hand reaches back to caress his head. his hair is as smooth as silk as it glides across your palm, freshly dried from the shower not even two hours ago.

you remove your hand to entertain yourself with the game again, dragging the members to the army bomb to make them dance to their songs.

“oh! they’re playing still with you?” you exclaim in pleasant surprise, laughing at his character dancing cutely to his precious song. the other members have the biggest smiles on their faces dancing along too. jungkook watches the scene with you in pure amusement.

“ah, the game has captured the group’s dynamics very well. they got all the inside jokes and nicknames researched and written down.” he shares his review before the sight of namjoon and seokjin crying while eating mint chocolate ice cream makes him burst with laughter.

“see? they are this dramatic over this in real life! i can attest to this!” he makes them do it again to point it out, the speech bubble that says i’m brushing my teeth right now sounding awfully familiar.

“you and taehyung are my favorite.” you drag him over to taehyung to show the two of them holding hands and moving side-to-side like two little kids who won prizes at the fair. “so cute!”

you wish you had a penny for every time you say the word cute today.

“oh, that looks familiar but i can’t remember where we did that anymore.”

he suddenly grabs your hand and places it on top of his head.

you look back at him confusion. “yes, baby?”

“play with my hair while i buy more outfits and decos please.”

his soft voice makes flowers bloom in your chest. how endearing is your boyfriend?

“of course, baby.” you resume stroking his hair, occasionally twisting the strands in your fingers and raking your nails on his scalp.

he shifts around to lean more comfortably on the pillows, one arm holding you by the waist and the other holding the ipad. you allow yourself to completely relax between his thighs, his body enclosing you into a cocoon of warmth and affection. if you only you could stay in this position for the rest of your life, you would.

but the hand playing with his pair pauses when he starts messing around with the game again, replacing the free items he got with the other designs that cost the most diamonds. the tent, the dining area, the luggage, the camp fire, the cocktail bar, the sun beds, the umbrellas, the hammocks.

huh, you haven’t quite gotten used to it yet.

it is pleasing to watch- having the luxury to choose and being able to buy the one that you want. you both know it’s just a silly little game, but the satisfaction that comes with decorating the island can be addicting. apparently, you and jungkook have a knack for finding entertainment in the silliest things, which further strengthens your bond. you firmly believe you were childhood friends in another life.

meanwhile, he moves on to opening ten lucky boxes at a time.

“booster. booster. booster.” he mumbles while tapping on the screen. “hah! i got suga-hyung a top. and shades. booster. booster. a windmill? streetlamp. booster. shorts. no way- the car from daechwita? ice cream truck . . . light it up like dynamite~”

you swear, there is a kid trapped inside your boyfriend’s big body. if he was to be prohibited from speaking or moving for twenty four hours, he wouldn’t be able to follow the rules even if his life depended on it. perhaps that is why there is always the need to protect him despite knowing the fact that he is way stronger than you- he is such a kind and free spirit. a rare gem. your one in seven billion. you want to protect him from mosquitoes and storms and shipwrecks and exposed wires and slippery floors and sharp edges and treadmills (it flung him off that one time two years ago) and any other form of bad energy in the universe. atleast, you’re trying to.

after opening about thirty? forty? boxes, he dresses up the remaining members. however, “can i make them naked? oh. i can pay for it. i’ll make namjoon-hyung naked- shirtless. oh-ho-ho! sexy with the hair as blue as the ocean.”

your laughter is louder than the ipad’s speakers blasting the game’s original soundtrack, your boyfriend’s hilarious live gaming commentary exactly being your style of humor.

to be honest, if only you weren’t in a healthy relationship, you’d think he was in love with namjoon.

after displaying the decos he bought, jungkook decides to make a club.

“you really posted on your ig story.” you chortle in disbelief, scrolling through the seemingly endless amount of requests. “this is so fun. hold on-”

“everyone’s on level 100 and 200. how are they so fast?!” he cries out at the three digits beside the nicknames of the users. “we need to catch up to them after this.”

“they’re all sending you flowers. and fruit baskets? pearl necklace. these literally cost gems.” you curl up between his thighs from laughing so hard, your grip on the ipad loosening until it slips down next to jungkook. “my stomach hurts. i can’t breathe.”

his wide frame also shakes in mirth, but he securely wraps his arms around you to prevent you from falling off the bed. for the record, it is a king-sized bed. for some reason, however, the two of you always end up being tangled together on the one edge or the other. (most of the time it’s actually you subtly moving closer and closer until he pays attention and cuddles you)

“okay! let’s start accepting requests.” he announces while manhandling you back into your previous position. you grunt at the pressure pressing against your stomach, holding onto his forearm to push it away lightly out of reflex.

you’re literally on the bed, why does he feel the need to carry you all the time?

once you’re settled down once again, you start accepting requests to join the club together. you take turns in picking random users based on the nicknames that catch your attention, and it is peaceful for a while until you’re looking for the one final member and-

“jeon jungkook’s future wife . . . that doesn’t sound right.” you read the nickname out loud, tilting your head to the side with a click of your tongue.

“well, i do like that they’re brave.” with a shrug, you accept their request and open the door for them to enter the club.

jungkook snickers behind you, obviously loving how his ego is being spoon-fed at the moment.

you sit up to accusingly look at him with hooded eyes. “all the flowers and gifts and proposals. you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“maybeee.” he offers you a playful beam. “but it’s our game. i’m doing this for us! we can get lots of hearts from the club!”

we- they don’t even know i exist. but he still makes you smile anyway. your lovely jungkook, who is always too good to you.

spontaneously deciding that you want to splurge on lucky boxes to make the countless purchases of gems worth it, you soon find yourself unable to stop. oh, you understand him better now.

“it’s fun, isn’t it?” he smiles at the childlike look of relishment on your face. you tap and tap and tap, collecting prizes like a panicked thief picking up gold coins forming a long trail, except that unlike the thief, you are overjoyed.

“keep buying until we get six of the cars.” he instructs you, clicking the cart that takes you to the lucky box again. he plans for each of them to be designated to the members who have a driving license. perhaps it’s unnecessary, sure- but he wants to prolong your small joys as much as he can.

“kay, since it’s your money.” you answer gleefully. you free yourself from the hesitation of spending gems since you can’t get a refund for them anyway.

you end up with six daechwita cars and three dynamite ice cream trucks. jungkook parks them all beside each other, like a team huddling together before a basketball game. he also buys taehyung’s hansung costume from the kdrama he starred in called hwarang, later on claiming that taehyung looks like he has been the immortal guardian of the island since the day the dry land was created on planet earth.

his words exactly. not yours. your boyfriend’s imagination tends to wander around like a free bird soaring through the sky for the first time in its life.

after chatting with the club members for a bit, he decides to pick up your level from 31. the motivation kicks in like a race horse when he realizes that your account is top 30 out of 30 in the club.

on the spur of the moment, he begins worshipping the boosters he was previously irritated at for constantly popping out of the boxes instead of the costumes and decos that he wanted.

you have never loved the word DOPE! more in your life.

“my favorite boosters are the whale, the double top, and the axe.”

“the whale is the best one for sure. it’s a lifesaver.” you mention cheerfully as you mix the two whales that wipe out the entire puzzle, mimicking a black hole that swallows everything that dares to come near it.

“oh my god, it’s so fucking satisfying to watch.”

jungkook grabs the opportunity as soon as he sees it. with a mischievous grin he declares, “title of our sex tape.”

yup, you should have foreseen this right when the words came out of your mouth.

you sit back up to look at him with a disapproving look. “you just had to do it, didn’t you?”

he pouts sadly, but his bunny smile promptly lights up his face again upon hearing your follow-up statement.

“like i’m sure we can come up with a better title than that!”

the familiar notification sound rings from the ipad, and you both peer down at the pop-up that appeared on the top of the screen.

it’s from cats&soup— another game you play together almost everyday.

Cats are missing you!

jungkook goes for it again without a single beat of thought or hesitation.

“title of our sex tape!”

the displeased expression on your face turns sourer. “you gotta try harder than that, babe.”

“that is not a good title. we have a beyond satisfactory sex life.” he whines, the joke he cracked backfiring on him.

“well then get back to me when you think of a good one. we need to feed our cats for now.” you exit in the seom to tend to the other game for the meantime. does my face look like that i’ll become a king will have to stay in level 80 (the bottom of the rank list) for now.

but then the gears in his head immediately starts turning after being given the challenge, and a new found motivation drives him to, in fact, try harder this time around.

he clears his throat, alternately looking at your face and your fast fingers upgrading the cats’ facilities. just waiting for the right timing to bring it up.

is this ever a right timing to talk about this type of stuff? oh, fuck this. ask the million-dollar question already.

he swallows thickly in anticipation. “uhm, so i was just thinking. if you approve my title, will we record one for real?”

you shrug without looking at him, focused on collecting money from the food your cats cooked. “sure. why not?”

jungkook’s doe eyes sparkle with doubled, tripled- no, quadrupled adoration for the sweet creature sitting between his legs.

“you are the love of my life.” he utters breathlessly.

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enposter · 1 year

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++ ENHYPEN's HYUNG LINE HAVING A CRUSH ON ANOTHER IDOL °.+*

pairing: idol!enhypen hyung line x idol!reader

warnings: none as i know of. maybe mention of getting stuck in an elevator, food mention

a/n: i didnt rlly know what to name this reaction this was the best i came up w 🥸 also im sorry hee and jays r much shorter i will make them longer next time

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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lee heeseung — 이희승

i have a huge Huge feeling dude would Not know what to do 😭

esp if ur under hybe as well??? He would always see u in the hallways and would be so starstruck by ur beauty every single time so would you

poor baby would be too shy to start up a conversation with you and would end up longing from afar :(

BUT!!! you guys got stuck in an elevator together. while its not the most ideal situation to be in.

He!! Lee Heeseung!! had the chance to talk to you!!!!!

he was So gonna rub this in ni-ki's face bc little shit said he was never gonna balls up and start a convo 😒

and start a conversation he did

you guys ending up hitting it off and exchanged numbers <3

talking whenever and eating lunch together when you both can <3

imagine learning each others dances together :(( AFFGH

SINGING EACH OTHERS SONGS AAHHHH

the hybe family games together agshdjsjcj

after the hybe family games u guys are one of the cutest friendships in kpop and everyone loves you so much

sunghoon owes jake 10 bucks now since hee talked to you

park jongseong — 박종성

jay really just Screams friends to lovers to me it makes so much sense

you guys have been friends ever since you met at inkigayooo.

sunoo actually gave you a sandwich cause he was a huge fan of ur group wanting to be friends pleek TT

ANYWAYS,,, ur group and enha became close, seeing as you debuted around the same time and were all around the same age.

jay fell for you so easily, your humor and personality were charming, inviting. everything about you was perfect to him.

honestly you never really knew jay liked you because you thought he treated you like everybody else???

THAT IS !!!! until you heard the jakehoon talking abt it

you went complete 🚨🚨🚨 /pos maybe like 🚨😮🥰🚨

YOU NEEDED TO KNOW IF THIS WAS SERIOUS??? obviously who wouldnt need to know if jay liked them???

you never thought of him in that way. but it just felt so right when you did

you didnt wanna push so you just sat not so calmy with this newfound information until you couldnt hold it in anymore.

safe to say, you two are partners and so are happy <3

sim jaeyun — 심재윤

jakey jakey jakey jakeyyy

your group had debuted before enha and niki was a huge fan because WOW?? UR DANCING SKILLS?? out of this WORLD

niki soon introduced ur group to sunoo, sunoo introduced it to jake and jake introduced it so Everybody.

he was just so captivated by you. ur vibe everything about you was just so interesting to him.

he spent the first whole night he learnt abt ur group binging video and compilations of you.

jakey was a hardcore fanboy now

everything was fine and he was fanboying alone until you both were promoting at the same time

poor puppy was a Mess.

remember how he was looking at the wall instead of wony? yeah thats him but 2007382 worse because his ears are so red from looking at you One time.

but somehow !! someway !! he mustered up the courage to talk to you

cue kissin u by miranda cosgrove sparks fly its like electricity i might die when i forget how to breathe you get closer and theres nowhere in this world id rather be

you thought he was so cute because he was so sweet and shy talking to you. and you!! YOU!!! gave him!! your number🥰

jakey would send you dog videos any chance and if ur a cat person he'd send cute cat videos too but mostly dogs aka layla

itd be kinda hard to hangout since ur in different companies but you guys facetimed any chance you could get

AGGH i love sim jake so much i might cry

and

"baby did you know that i was a huge fan of you and ur group! :D thats why i came and talked to you"

"i know jakey" "HOW????" "riki told me"

absolute betrayal noises he'd be so dramatic goodness

park sunghoon — 박성훈

i feel like he first saw you at music bank since he was an mc

your group was promoting ur new cute concept mini album and goodness

you were just. So. Cute.

absolutely melted but kept quite composed yk how it is professional things

hoon would talk abt u all the time but would Not make a move toward actually talking to you. smh

our wonyoung and enha were actually the ones who pushed him to Say Something

so one day on ur groups last day of promoting wony gave sunghoon a stern look and Bro Booked it trying to find you

he was looking around, out of breath from running and didnt even notice that he bumped into and knocked you over

was so extremely flustered

he did help you up tho like the gentleman he is <3

apologized profusely would not stop until he literally made you push him over also 😭

you just tapped him cause ??? why would you push him over pls

you guys did not exchange numbers cause hoon was too flustered to do anything and bowed and walked into a wall away

you guys will be pushed together again one day i promise you

You just have to ask for his number next time <:]

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deliciousangelfestival · 10 months

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My Problematic Girl - Chapter 3

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery.

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

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She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,

“Woof.”

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For a brief moment, he could understand what "happiness" means. His struggle to find a sponsor has been resolved.

But when she mentioned that ID name, Steve felt naked.

His life is exposed to the whole world. His biggest fear has become a reality. Someone in the uni knew his secrets.

He grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her until he found a quiet place.

They weren't running, but Steve had to catch his breath. He felt suffocated. Like someone strangled his neck.

When he found a spot to talk, he released her hand. "Is this the reason why you ask me? What do you want?"

Y/N widened her eyes for a second; then, she chuckled again. "Turned out you can get angry too."

Steve felt his head going to explode, "You…!!!"

She raises her arm to stop him. "If you think I want to blackmail you. You are partially correct."

Steve's trust in her crumbled, and he stepped away from her. He covered his face with both hands. "Are you going to tell the university?"

Since she is close to Tony, there's a high chance she will tell him.

Y/N was taken aback; she seemed offended. "Pfft, no. Why would I want to do that?"

Steve lifted his face; he became more confused. "So, what do you want from me?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Right now, nothing."

She took out her phone and started texting. While she was looking at the screen, she said, "I will inform you when I find a perfect location for your exhibition."

She doesn't bother with the way Steve look at her. "Word of advice, don't be afraid when someone knows your secret. Ignored them."

Steve clenched his fist. "Seems like you have experienced."

Y/N smirked at him and left. She left him with many questions and doubts.

Back at his apartment, Steve threw his bag to the floor and threw himself to bed. He wished he could turn around time to the day, but Y/N came to the class and ignored her.

But it's too late now.

"Bzzt"

"Yoo punk."

Steve sighed heavily; at least today, he could hear a familiar voice.

"What is it, idiot? Did you get hit in the head today?"

"This kid. Don't you want your best friend to become a famous quarterback?"

Steve chuckled. He's talking with Bucky, who studies in other cities at Imperial University. It is also a prestigious university like Stark but is more competitive and has a strong alumnus of doctors, lawyers, and football players.

Bucky got accepted because of his football scholarship. Both of them are only able to meet on holidays.

"Hei Bucky."

"What? You sounded like you got hit by a bus."

"I prefer to get hit. Today I meet a b**h."

"Tell me!!!"

Steve sighed heavily; he couldn’t tell everything to Bucky. He only tells him there’s a new student, which gives him stress.

“Hmm, she sounds like a person I know. Perhaps I’m wrong. Just be careful, Steve.”

Yeah, he should be careful. He doesn’t know what Y/N has under her sleeves.

A few days later.

Y/N didn't come to the university. It's better that way because he doesn't know how to feel when he sees her, angry or awkward.

But once again when Steve felt relieved for a moment. Something will come again to disturb his peace.

'Vroom'

The engine's sounds were loud, taking every student's attention, including Steve, walking towards the gate to go home.

It was a black sports car, and it stopped beside Steve. He finally knew who the owner was when the car window went down.

It's Y/N.

"Get in."

Steve wants to ignore her but doesn't want to get into trouble and make her mad since she knows his secret. So he gets into the car.

When he sat down, the smell of expensive leather made him feel rich. The dashboard design also has impressive craftsmanship. No wonder why people like to collect sports cars. It felt like collecting luxury toys.

"Where are we going?"

"To the location for your exhibition."

"Huh…"

(An example to show the space for Steve's art exhibition)

'She wasn't joking.'

Steve thought while he walked around the empty studio. This place is huge. It's bigger than his apartment.

"A famous photographer and other artists always rent this place." A property agent is talking with Y/N. He keeps talking about selling aspects to convince her.

Y/N crossed her arms and nodded. "Send me the contract."

The agent was pleased. "I will send it tomorrow."

"Good. Leave."

After the property agent left, Y/N walked toward Steve while taking another cigarette. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah. Who wouldn't? Every artist would kill to get this place."

Steve still can't believe it.

Nobody from his class could afford this place. Then he remembered nothing in this world is free. "What exactly do you want from me?"

Y/N smiled at him. "In the world of the arts during the Medieval and Early Modern eras, many artists had a wealthy sponsor of their work, a system called patronage. Like Da Vinci and Mozart."

That part is true. Back then, the Catholic church and the pope hired many artists and sculptured to design the church building. They could afford food and a roof over their head. But some artist doesn’t have a good Patreon. Like Van Gogh, who only ate bread and drank wine. Everyone started to adore his art after he committed suicide.

She inhaled and exhaled the smoke from her lips. "I felt offended you doubted my sincerity, Steve."

He coughed and cleared his throat; the tobacco smell was too strong. "But, why me? There's another talented student from the class."

Y/N shook her head. "I already like your 'special work.' Then when I met you and saw your other painting, I knew I had made a perfect choice."

Her compliment made him flattered, but he had to stay on guard. "It's not just an exhibition; you want to sell my painting."

Her face brightened, and she snapped her finger. "That's right Steve. And you will get 80% share."

He gasped; that was a fantastic offer. "You seem confident; do you already have a potential buyer?"

She nodded, "There's a lot of people who want to do money laundering."

‘HUH?!’

Steve raised his eyebrows. Did his ears fool him?

Did he just hear that? The way she said it is like, 'Tomorrow is Friday.'

"What?"

Y/N confidently answered, "I’m going to use your painting for money laundering."

Steve knees became weak, that made him unable to stand anymore; he thought:

'Dear God, he always prayed for an answer to his financial trouble. But what kind of angel He sent to him? '

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akunya · 2 years

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"the doctor will see you now!" pairings: doctor!vox akuma / m!reader

summary: you visit a clinic to help with your memory loss. luckily for you, your doctor has the perfect remedy.

tw: manipulation, gaslighting(?), handjobs. dubcon, MALPRACTICE, groping, dumbification, yandere, etc.

notes: i liked the idea of reader getting out of a coma LOL. also, id rather die than make vox a boring human.

feedback is appreciated considering i haven’t written in a LONG time.

you fidgeted sitting on the cold leather of the examination table, staring at the wall as you waited for the doctor to come in. it was a normal, regular, tuesday afternoon. you didn't know why you were so anxious. after a nurse had checked you in a bit ago, she showed you to his office, saying that the doctor would be with you in just a moment. the modern, yet somewhat classy clock on the wall ticked annoyingly, the sound about to drive you mad. the office itself was sleek, clearly for higher end clients or people that had a lot of money. you had no idea how your insurance was able to cover all of this. your mind started to overflow with questions and worries. the time you spent in anticipation felt longer than ever until the door finally clicked open.

the tall man opened the door just enough for him to slip inside, a dark red button-up shirt underneath his sleek white doctors coat. his skin was pale, but it didn't bother you at all, really. his long black hair fell beautifully along his face, making him seem more befitting of a king rather than a healer. the red highlights made you wonder if they were natural or not, with how seamlessly they matched with his black strands. the slight red eye makeup in the corner of his eye nearly sent you over the edge, ogling at the man in front of you. he was.. a doctor? what kind of clients was he taking care of here? you tried not to stare, but his eyes met yours, making him chuckle a bit.

“do you see something you like?” you shook your head no out of embarrassment, bashfulness setting in as he smiled and sat in his own chair. even the way he sat felt elegant — a leg crossed over the other, clothes cleanly ironed with a small hint of cologne. your eyes caught a glimpse of his name tag: "dr. akuma", somehow also fitting for his aura that he brought into his office. for some reason, even though you were asked to wear something comfortable and loose-fitting for easier access, you felt severely underdressed. how did this man make his doctors uniform look so expensive?

"and you are?" the older man's head tilted, snapping you out of your gaze as you apologized. "y/n. sorry, i've been out of it recently." you laughed awkwardly, trying to make it seem that you weren't practically checking out your doctor as he sat across from you (oh, but you failed miserably). vox didn't seem to mind, introducing himself before flipping through some papers and folders on his desk. he held a clipboard in hands, pen tapping on his chin as he quickly skimmed and read over your information. his eyes darted across the paper, room settling in silence. he hummed whenever he had read a key part of the details concerning your upbringing to his office. you were recovering from a coma you had been in barely a week ago, being sent to vox’s office because of his good reputation around fixing patients who dissociated, or, struggled with memory loss, and what not. the demon honestly preferred this profession, taking on a caretaker role for those that could barely remember what they ate for breakfast that morning. something about being in charge of people so vulnerable, so fragile, gave the man a sick form of motivation to aid those in need. the nurse wrote down that you had moments where you felt lost at moments without a logical reason why. he felt himself frown a bit. vox couldn’t help but feel a slight sliver of pity for you.

even though he was a demon playing the role of a doctor in this day and age, he truly did want to help people. watching you sit on his examination table aimlessly made his heart sting. the sympathy he felt for you started to slowly blossom into something else however, when he glanced again at yourself. you really were cute, huh. “you suffered from a head injury, is that right y/n?” you nodded again, the mans deep voice soothing your shaky soul. your memory lately has been hazy at best. you couldn't remember much from that night besides waking up in the hospital bed. after discussing with your doctor and other nurses, you were referred to stop by the akuma clinic before making your way home, advised that the doctor there could offer more support and treatment than they could. honestly, you’ve never heard of the place, but you weren’t just going to say no to getting some extra help. the spot on your head where you were hit still hurts a bit, instinctively moving to gently rub your hand on the area.

after flipping through the last couple of pages, vox stood up, moving to stand in front of you with a gentle smile. “im going to need to touch you a bit, just to make sure there weren’t any bruises or other things that your primary doctor may have missed. is that alright?” with such a sickeningly sweet smile like his, you’d let him do nearly anything he wanted. mumbling out your consent, vox’s big hands started at your shoulders, gently massaging them.

you felt your body instantly relax, muscles releasing their tension as he rubbed and touched. “the way you react is so cute, y/n.” he muttered lowly, squeezing and touching down your arms. your body was very honest — small hums and sighs of pleasure leaving your lips as the doctor softly massaged every tense spot in your body. it’s as if everywhere he touched you immediately unwinded, the stress and anxiety of today melting away. was this okay for two guys to do? you didn’t bother to connect that he was getting a bit too touchy when his hands glided underneath your shirt. his fingertips grazed your ribs, going up to teasingly give your chest a light squeeze. you flinched just a bit, but not enough to move entirely out of his reach. the doctors eyes narrowed, pleased when he felt your heart beat a bit faster. his hands traveled upwards until he reached your neck.

he gave a light squeeze, your eyes scrunching a bit in confusion as he held his hands there. feeling your pulse in the palms of his hand made him feel alive. vox found human lives so interesting. being alive for thousands of years at this point, he couldn't understand the concept of having such limited time as you did. the thump of your heart beating against his fingertips reminded him of how helpless you were. he could hurt you, maybe squeeze a bit too hard and choke you out - and there was nothing you could do. of course, he wouldn't do any of that, anyways. he looked down at you, your eyes void and blank. you barely tried to fight back, most likely still discombobulated from what happened a week prior, but a part of him knew he didn’t care. he thought you were even cuter when you let him touch you wherever he wanted. “just checking your pulse dear. nothing out of the ordinary.” his fang poked out slightly when he smiled.

you nodded, letting yourself relax a bit as vox touched and explored your body. some areas that he prodded at did in fact hurt a bit, making you wince when he’d touch a bruise or sore area. immediately, as if you would shatter under any more pressure, he would let go and move onto squeezing and touching another section of skin. in his eyes, you were so delicate. handsome. it would be so easy to own you. the demons hand rubbed upwards from your thighs, to your chest, and then held his hands at your neck again. an index finger — was that a claw? — trailed and peaked at your chin, your head tilted upwards towards him. he couldn’t suppress the chuckle he let out, a sly smirk on vox’s face as his finger rested on your chin for a moment before pulling away. your head was titled up to look at him, eyes meeting one another's as he kept you there. you let him touch you so freely. "so.. you really can't remember anything at all, hm?" gentle yet firm hands started to rub dangerously near your crotch again, even sneaking a few glides against your cock. you gulped, throat feeling dry when vox leaned in close again, practically engulfing your personal space with a devilish grin. you felt small.

"no, i-i cant. all i remember was some sort of sharp pain.." your voice embarrassingly cracked, trying to suppress a moan when your doctor purposefully squeezed your hardening cock. he simply nodded, not bothering to stop even when you tried to squirm away. there was no use hiding it now - he could definitely feel your boner, teasing and playing with his prey in his very own office. "hm.. interesting. your body reacts so honestly, even when you're recovering from such a state. how do you feel, y/n?" the man whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning against the shell of it as you stared at his hands touching all over your crotch. the little gasp you let out when he unzipped your pants and gently took your cock out made his own cock twitch. you were so fucking adorable. "mhm, i feel good - fine!" your voice cracked towards the end when his hand directly touched your hot skin without pants in the way.

vox's hand was jerking you slowly now, squeezing at the tip and using your sticky precum as lube. "shh.." he tried to shush you, not wanting anyone to disturb your appointment with him. the bustling outside of his office fell on dull ears as he studied every expression you made. every twitch of your brow when he kissed your earlobe, every bite of your lip when he twisted his hand, every moan that filled the room when he'd say something provocative - he studied it intensely, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his long life. "i cant believe you're aroused during an examination like this. do you have any shame, boy?" is this what that was, an examination? what exactly was he testing? your mind felt fuzzy, slowly letting your guard down and focusing on the pleasure from vox's handjob. he cooed, urging you to relax, his pumps getting a bit faster but still gentle. soon enough you were leaning on his shoulder as he sat next to you, watching you drift a little. however, his hand didn't stop, determined to see what cute expression you'd have when you'd come undone. you tried to jut focus on the feeling rather than the pesky little details and circumstances.

"there we go, thats it. good boy. relax. ill do the work." vox's praises felt like poison to your brain, feeling more stupider by the second. the demon thanked his magic once more, his voices effect much more impactful than anyone else's. a few more minutes of his constant muttering and shook, tensing and trying to sit up until vox had shushed and pushed you back down, this time maneuvering your body to lay on his lap. the doctor smiled down at you, his long black hair framing his face. his hand squeezed your balls and you hissed.

you couldn't remember or fathom how your doctors appointment had started with you sitting on the examination table alone, and somehow, ended with your head on his thigh as he continued to milk your cock. vox used his other hand to gently rake his black nails against your scalp, groaning in appreciation when the demon avoided the spot that made your head hurt.

the doctor noticed the way your hips kept bucking, chuckling and picking up the pace. "are you close, y/n? do you want me to stop?" you shook your head no, pleading for him to continue, desperate for your prolonged release. vox hummed, his hand stroking you as fast and hard as he could, making you see stars. your body jolted again, vox's hands keeping you from moving or shying away.

you couldn't even beg him to slow down, one last thrust of your hips had you cumming long, thick spurts of semen all over his hand. he didn't seem to mind either, still pumping and pleasuring you through your orgasm until he deemed you had enough. not that he wanted to, however, he still had an appointment in about 20 minutes and he needed to disinfect his examination table now. the consequences of keeping up a reputation.

you were still laying in vox's lap while he massaged your scalp, the doctor looking down at you with a smile. "all done baby?" he chuckled at your flustered expression, showing off how messy his hand was. thick ropes of cum covered his long fingers, your face growing hot. "you came a lot, look at you." he chuckled, wanting to tease you more and more. he hoped that he would have the opportunity to fluster you again. you whined pitifully, drained of energy to reply as he held you close. you two stood in silence for a bit while he calmed you down. his heart swooned at how pliant and obedient you were, leaning into his hand as he petted you, flaccid dick still in his hand.

"..i think you may need some more appointments with me, y/n. i need to perform some more tests to make sure your memory will be working properly." a lousy excuse, vox knows. but the way you slowly nod and curl up on his lap washes any guilt he had in his heart away. "okay. can i lay here for a few minutes though? my head hurts." you spoke softly, the demon nodding and tenderly rubbing your scalp a bit more now. you keened like a little cat, breath slowing and easy.

vox didn't mind using his profession to justify his urge to see you again. soon enough, you'll learn to trust him outside of his clinic, too.

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spaceisout · 1 year

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𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 // 𝙠𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙞

Pairing: keigo takami x f!reader

Words: 2.450

Summary: being married young was never in either of your plans, more or less being married to a hero and a quirkless human. still, it made an interesting switch to your lives, one you might not regret.

Warning(s): angst, fluff,

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Your eyes felt heavy and swollen. A headache began to appear as you slowly opened your eyes, squinting seeing the light coming in through a slit between the curtains.

A warm presence could be felt next to you, looking to your right you saw it was Keigo. The events of yesterday came rushing back to you.

"Did we?..." gently you lifted the blanket off of your body and let out a relieved sigh that you were both fully clothed. Still it wasn't much comfort knowing you two were in bed together.

It was difficult to even be upset when you saw that calm look on his face, his body relaxed in a deep sleep. His arm still wrapped tightly around your waist as his wings stretched out to the edge of the bed on each side.

Keigo looked so peaceful.

A sudden urge ran through you to run your fingers through his long locks of hair. They looked so soft to the touch. You wondered how it would feel to hold his face in your hands. Would his golden-brown eyes shine brighter if you took a closer look at them?

Lightly ran your hand up his arm, feeling his skin was still warm despite your absence. You saw the ends of his lips slightly move upwards as he felt your touch.

The sound of a phone vibrating brought you back to reality, quickly you looked at the night stand to see it was your phone.

Carefully you got off the bed and slipped on your sweater before grabbing your phone to answer the call outside of your room.

A sigh escaped from your lips feeling a bit upset that the moment was interrupted.

"Hello?" You answer, questioning who the person was since you didn't look at the caller ID.

"Hey, sorry to call you so early in the morning (name) and on your honeymoon vacation."

"It's alright, Mio." You assured her, "I kinda was already awake to begin with. Did you need something?"

"Actually the principal asked me if you were able to ask about the heroes showing up."

"The heroes?" you asked walking into the living room. "I thought that idea had been off the table."

"Apparently she thought it over and said it would be a good idea to help the kids feel better." She explained closing the folder she was organizing.

"I see..." you mumbled. "I―I haven't actually... something came up last night and I didn't have any head to think about the sports festival."

"What happened?" Mio asked worried, "Did you two fight?..."

"No no... it wasn't me and him more like..." you sighed not knowing how to explain the situation without giving it away. "Me and my sister..."

"Himiko is back in the country?" She leaned back in her chair, surprised. "I thought she was still on the other side of the world."

"She dropped by as a surprise because she heard about my marriage."

"No way, did she seriously freak out about it?"

"Yeah..."

"I mean I know you married so fast but even so," Mio sighed. "She really crossed the line with you (name)."

"It is who she is." Running your fingers through your hair, "Himiko hasn't changed and at this point I don't have much faith that she will in the end."

"You know what will help you feel better?" You can tell her smile widened knowing her she already had an idea in mind.

A small chuckle escaped from your lips, "And what would that be?"

"A girl's day!" She exclaimed, "It is an early day today so school will be ending at 11:45. I can go and pick you up, walk around all your favorite shops and stop by to get ice cream from your favorite place."

"(favorite ice cream store) does have amazing flavors and it is near my favorite stores."

"What do you say?" Mio smiled widely, "You can't say no."

"Okay." You decided to give in, "I'll let my husband know about it and I'll see you soon."

"Yay! I swear you won't regret it."

Keigo extended his arm forward feeling an empty spot and nothing but sheets. He opened one eye to see you nowhere in sight, a sigh escaped from his lips.

Fully opening his eyes, he sat up from his comfortable spot and extended his wings, stretching them out. His lips parted to call out your name when he heard your voice coming from the living room.

"(favorite ice cream store) does have amazing flavors and it is near my favorite stores."

Is she going somewhere?

Getting up from the bed, he walked closer to the door and stood quietly listening to your conversation.

"Okay... I'll let my husband know about it and I'll see you soon."

Is she going out again with that guy friend of hers?

As the call ended he approached you, a sleepy smile adorned his face.

"Is everything okay?" He asked as you turned around to see Keigo with a messy bed hair.

"Yeah, good morning." You chuckled, "Sorry did I wake you up?"

"Not at all, I saw you weren't in bed anymore and decided to get up as well."

"I got a call from a colleague and friend of mine." You explained. "Do you remember that I told you about Mio?"

"Oh yeah!"

"She invited me to go out and shop with her for a bit once school was over."

"And you're going?" He asked trying to stifle a yawn.

"Yeah, at least for a little while. I told her about Himiko visiting and she offered to take me out to distract me for a bit."

Keigo looked away, knowing he wasn't able to take you out to your favorite places like he wanted to. It sucked that other people were helping you feel better than your own husband.

"Everything alright?..." You stepped closer to him, seeing he had gotten quiet.

"Yeah..." he slightly smiled, "What time will you be going?"

"Around 12? School ends today at 11:45. I'll be meeting her at the crosswalk from here."

"I'm sorry I can't accompany you." He said extending his hand out and gently brushing his fingers against your own, mang you blush.

"D―don't worry about it. Do you have any work today?"

"Yeah I have to leave in awhile back to the agency to check up on some things." Keigo groaned throwing his head back. "But I do not really want to go... I rather stay here."

Titing your head to the side you smiled, "I'm sorry to hear that. Why don't you try and finish everything you have to do so you can come back home early?"

"Believe me every time I do something always comes up."

"Hey, that's what happens when you're the number two hero right?" You looked up at him. "There's a reason why you are one of the best heroes in all of Japan and the world."

"You really think I'm the best?..."

"I've seen how hard you've worked and how much you care about everyone you have saved." You lifted your hand and moved a few of his lose hair locks back gently. "I think you are one of the best if not the best heroes this generation has seen."

His chest started to tighten, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage. He couldn't take his eyes off of your (eye color) beautiful eyes. A warmth he felt when he was next to you or near you, but especially like this. Someone who he once never thought that one day would start to become important to him.

"Gees..." He mumbled moving his wings inward, feeling embarrassed. "You know how to make someone feel special."

"Sorry, did I over do it?"

"Not at all."

You're actually the first to make me feel a certain way.

At least that's what he wanted to say.

"Will you be at your agency the whole day?" You asked grabbing your bag from the closet.

"I'm not sure, I hope I won't be home too late today like yesterday." Keigo answered as he sat on the edge of your bed, dangling his legs back and forth.

You bit your lip looking down at your hands, feeling guilty about leaving him alone knowing he was injured."I wished you'd stay home and heal those injuries instead..."

"My injuries aren't much of a bother." He added joking, "Plus how will my fans feel if I'm not around the city? They'd be devasted not to see the number two hero patrolling the streets."

"I'm sure your fans would understand." You turned around to gave him, worry etched on your face. "With those injuries you should be taking medication for the swelling of the bruises."

"The doctor said they'd go away slowly but surely, I didn't have any broken bone or damaged any part of my body."

"Are you saying that cause they told you?" Crossing your arms in front of your chest you raised an eyebrow looking at him. "Or because that's what you decided to come up with?"

Keigo looked away, laughing nervously. "The doctor of course... why would I be lying?"

"Either if you were or not I'd have no way to prove it." You sighed, "Just make sure you're careful okay? You are still healing your body after all. Don't take on any powerful bad guys by yourself."

A smile formed on the corner of his lips, "I promise (name). I won't go running around chasing bad guys without another heroes help."

"Good."

Your phone then vibrated indicating you had gotten a message from Mio.

"Oh, she's here. I should get going." you said walking to the door to exit with Keigo on your tail.

"I'll accompany you to the elevator."

You nodded, waiting for him to walk side by side to the two large doors that separated your world from the reality of outside.

"Can you... um let me know when you get there?" He asked not knowing if he was over stepping his boundaries. "I―I mean of you want you, of course. I just want to know that you're safe."

You nodded not seeing any problem with his request. "I'll let you know when I've arrived at the little shopping center. Can you do the same for me as well? Let me know when you've arrived and when you're about to come back home?"

Rubbing the back of his head he gave you a toothy smile. "Of course, I'll make sure to remember."

"Deal."

As you arrived at the elevator, Keigo made sure to press the button for you. You turned to look at him at the same time he did.

"Be careful alright? But don't forget to have fun too." He stepped closer placing his hand on your arm, "I want you to enjoy yourself as well."

You knew what he was refereeing to and it meant the world that he cared a lot about your mental well being. "I'll do my best to enjoy myself."

"I know you will."

The doors opened, you bit your lip not knowing how to tell him goodbye. Do you hug him quickly? Give him a small wave? Or a small kiss on his cheek?

Not thinking about it, you leaned in and went with the option that seemed most appropriately in your opinion since you are technically married after all.

You placed a small gentle kiss on his cheek, making the tips of his ears to turn red.

"I'll see you later, tonight?"

"Y―yeah." He was trying his best to act cool about the whole thing but inside he was freaking out. "Have fun." He said, giving you a small wave and a smile as you headed into the elevator.

As soon as the doors were fully closed he clutched his chest tightly. His heart was beating so fast it felt like he was having a heart attack. It wouldn't stop, the kiss on his cheek was still visibly present.

He couldn't help and touch his cheek gently, not trying to fully erase the kiss with his finger tips.

"Is this even right?" Keigo mumbled to himself. "I shouldn't..." he sighed feeling conflicted about all these new emotions he never dealt with in his whole life. "But― what if it becomes something good?"

But what if it ruins the friendship you're just starting to grow?

That thought alone made his mind run with a million of possibilities. He just made someone else part of his life, he didn't want to end up pushing you away, not now.

Not when he just found another ray of hope in his life.

"(name)?" Mio asked waving her hand in front of you.

"Huh?" You shook your head looking over at her with a confused look. "Sorry... did you say something?"

"What is up with you today?" She questioned looking through a rack of graphic t―shirts. "It's like as soon as I stop talking you space out."

Were you spacing out a lot? You wondered. Your body was fully present at the moment but your mind suddenly kept going back to the way Keigo's eyes looked when you kissed his cheek.

They were wide, full of surprise. His golden brown orbs looked as if they were shinning brighter than they usually were when the light bounced off of them. Or was it your imagination?

No, you shook your head. That wasn't what was going on. Still you kept touch your lips, as you tried to picture his soft skin again. The way it felt when they connected against his cheek.

"I think we should get you this outfit." Mio said grabbing your attention to what appeared to be a yellow sundress that was mid length.

"Why? It would look good with those heels you wore to the party last time."

She shrugged holding it up against your body, "It looks more like your style than mine."

"I don't think―"

"Plus," she wobbled her eyebrows at you. "I'm sure your husband would adore you looking this cute in the dress."

The thought of Keigo seeing you in that dress brought a rush of heat to your cheeks.

"Ooo so you're thinking about it as well huh?!"

"What?― no... not at all!" You stuttered, "I―I was just thinking about something else― wait not what you're thinking about either!"

Mio smirked placing the dress in your arms, "You're wearing it and then you're going to tell me about his reaction."

"Mio." You whined, "I have plenty of dresses at home."

"Not like these, you need to be more confident about yourself." She said, "And with these I can tell you're going to be able to."

You gave in, "Okay... I'll buy the dress."

An incoming text then came in, catching your friends attention.

She raised an eyebrow at you, "Who's that?"

Unlocking your phone you saw it was a message from Keigo. A smile started to form without you knowing as you read the message in your head.

K 🪶 | 12:37 PM

Hey, just wanted to keep my promise and let you know I'm barely on my way to the agency. Hope you're having fun with Mio!

"So?"

You lifted your head to look at her, "What?" Quickly you responded back to him and put your phone away.

"What did your hubby say?"

"M―my hubby?" You furrowed your eyebrows at her, confused. "That's a thing?*

She nodded her head with crossed arms, "Well, duh!"

"Oh um he was just letting me know that he's on his way to work. He went in late." You then started to look at the rack of clothes behind you.

"He decided to do that by himself?"

"He told me to let him know when I had arrived at the shopping center and I asked him to do the same, just to make sure he was already heading to his work place."

"Ugh I'm jealous," she said looking at the rack with you. "I don't even know who the lucky guy is and I can already tell he's doing well by how much he cares about you."

You paused, turning to look at her. "You think so?"

"Of course, you should have known that by now. I mean or else why would you have married him?"

Her questioned lingered in your mind, Keigo was a kind man. In all aspects he was putting effort in getting to know you than any other guy you have ever met. He was patient, respectful, warm hearted and brave. After all he had been put through from his early childhood up until now was mind blowing, in the sense that his heart hasn't turned cold like others would have by now.

"This is cute." Mio held up a white sundress with beautiful detailed patterns of blue flowers and ruffled sleeves. "Should I buy this one?"

"It is pretty, it would look good with those white ankle strap flats you have with the small heel," you suggested. "The last ones you wore for the parent teacher conference."

"Oh right," she dreamily spoke, smiling with a far away gaze. "I remember that day, it was really nice." Mio then looked at you, "Who knows one day it'll be you two love birds going to your own kids teacher parent conferences too."

You suddenly began to cough, choking on your spit.

"(name)!" she exclaimed, patting your back trying to stop you from coughing. "Do you need water?"

Shaking your head, you kept coughing trying to get out the stubborn feeling in your throat.

"Don't die on me!"

After awhile you managed to slowly calm down your cough. "Oh my god..." you spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Gees, if I knew you were going to get all like this I wouldn't have saod anything."

If I had read your mind I would have been able to save myself.

"I―I'm okay."

A knock at his office door, brought him out of his thoughts.

"Come on in." He said leaning back into his chair.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Hawks." His assistant said. "I got a phone call from a nearby elementary school saying they are holding a sports festival for their students and would like to know if you could attend."

"A sports festival?" Keigo asked, "What is the school's name?"

"I investigated it and it is a local elementary school about five blocks away." They walked over to him and placed the tablet on his desk with the school's information.

His eyes widened upon realizing that it was the same school where you were currently working at.

"This is a non quirk school am I correct?"

They nodded, "After the events that took place the principle said her students have been nervous and thought that seeing a hero might get their spirits up. The sports festival is held every year for them."

"I see..." he mumbled looking through the photos provided by the school's website. His finger swiped through each one not wasting more than three or four seconds, smiling as he saw the kids.

"They notified me that the event would take place two weeks from today."

Keigo nodded, only half listening if he was being honest. He was trying to find a picture of you and luckily there was one. The smile getting bigger as his eyes landed on your breathtaking smile. You were standing in the middle to what seemed a big class. Your arms stretched around the few kids that were in your arms.

No matter how many of you were sandwiched next to each other, you still tried holding onto each one of them. His finger lightly traced around your face trying to be careful to not press on the image too hard.

"Sir?"

"Hmm?" He said not lifting his head up from the tablet in front of him.

"Should I let her know that you'll be going?"

"Ohh right." Clearing his throat he looked up at them, "Y―yes please let them know that I will be attending. As well as bringing a guest to the school."

They nodded extending their hand as a sign to get their electronic device back. Keigo exited from the photo and handed it over back to them.

"I'll make sure to mark it as a reminder then."

As their assistant left his mind went back your smile, every detailed still vividly present. A smile that reached those eyes he's come to like seeing each day.

Grabbing the phone from his desk, he dialed a number and stood up.

"Come on..." He spoke hearing it ring so many times.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'd like to speak with Endeavor."

"Oh, Hawks." They said, "Endeavor had to take care of an emergency. Did you need something?"

Keigo recognized that voice, "Shoto! I didn't know you were working at his agency again."

"For the time being, Mr. Aizawa said I still needed more experience from him."

"I see, well in that case can you let him know that you and him are invited to an event here in Kyushu?"

"An event?" Shoto asked. "What's the event for?"

"An elementary school is holding their sports festival," he explained. "The principle asked me if I'd be able to go down there and talk to some of the kids. They're quirkless but they wanted to inspire them in a way to help them grow and not lose their confidence."

"Is it possible if I take some of my classmates as well?"

"Not all, the more the merrier. Plus you kids have gotten quite popular with the public too. I'm sure they'll be happy to have more heroes at their event."

"I'll make sure to let them know." Shoto took out a piece of paper and grabbed a pen, "Where will it be and when?"

"It'll be two weeks from today, at the local Kyushu elementary school that's four blocks away from my agency."

"Got it, I'll let them know."

He bit his lip, wondering if he should mention his presence at your school or leave it as a surprise. His phone then vibrated seeing the incoming text was from you.

The smile ever so visible on his face as he read it. "Hey, hope work isn't so rough. I just got back home from the shopping trip. Make sure to take it easy and hope to see you soon for dinner."

His heart was feeling so many emotions at once, it was a scary feeling for him. Was it healthy to get so attached to someone this quickly? At any second you two can suddenly switch and feel anger or hatred towards each other.

Was he doing the right thing by letting himself feel all these different things at once?

It was a gamble of winning or losing all at once, one wrong move and you could be gone.

You're not going to keep my sister caged in here, you hear me?

If Himiko was able to do everything in her power for you to leave him, would you take the opportunity?

He tried his best to keep those intruding thoughts out of his head as he responded back to you.

K 🪶 | 4:39 PM

I hope your shopping trip was fun. Thanks for letting me know, I'm glad you arrived safe. I don't think I will be arriving home late, I should be there around 7 but I'll try my best to get there early.

You quickly lowered the heat on the stove as you heard your phone give off a 'ding'. A smile adored your lips as you unlocked your phone and read his response.

"I'll make sure to have dinner ready then."

Now more than ever you put in extra effort to make sure the dinner turns out tasty, in hopes he would enjoy something to come back home too.

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pinksobg · 1 year

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Energy from your moment

[ID: Pile 1: a image of some flowers in tones that goes from red to pink, in this picture is written "tandem". Pile 2: a image of the back of someone, here it shows they curly hair. Pile 3: a image of a girl named kazuha, interessings things to know about this image is: there is a pink light insight and a litlle hair in front of her face. End ID.]

for reflexion purposes only. 💞 ready? let's go! hope it resonate, thank you and take care 💞 feedbacks are greatly appreciated

Pile 1) three of cups. celebration, harmony, healing. seven of pentacles. moment of reward for hard work, the card means that the fruits of your effort are close to arriving. "The Seven of Pentacles can also indicate the needs to express ideas, manifest and define a goal". it's very interesting, pile one, what the word tandem can mean:

arranged one behind the other.

1.: consisting of things or having parts arranged one behind the other. : working or occurring in conjunction with each other.

in tandem: alongside eachother; together.

make a lot of sense with three of cups, right? the company, a sweet union for the better. seems like our Guides are super protective with your energy, with all respect, they are not letting me talk to you too much (😅) feels like they want you to know things for your own for now. my humble and respectful congratulations on your work and success. seems like our Guides are so cool and they pay attention to details, so, I'm going to highlight a few words that seem important to you. again, my humble and respectful congratulations. <3

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Pile 2) you saw something wonderful, right? sorry, that part was intuitive, sorry if it doesn't resonate with you. you seem like a soul that has been working a lot, trying a lot of things. I'm surprised, nine of wands. you really worked a lot. you fought/battled. relax your mind, you deserve it. look at all you've sown. the nine indicates release, no need to worry about being productive all the time, okay? you deserve the proper care, like a nice shower, relaxing and a nice meal that you like a lot, does that sound good to you? thank you for your accomplishments and my humble and respectful congratulations. <3

Can be significative/important to you: flowers, especially the little ones and female singers/sopranos.

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Pile 3) the fool card. good, I don't see bad energy in you. you may be in an energy of moviment. apparently it's a very good moviment for you. you seem detached, free and an open book, honest with yourself and others. shine without fear. my humble and respectful compliments for your wonderful inner energy. <3

Can be significative/important to you: 11:11, angel numbers.

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I'm sorry if it was short to you. / not mad / genuine

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Songs

positive affirmation for all piles

I'm enough and I matter

I respect myself and I love myself

peace and love,

pinksobg

#Spotify #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card #tarot reading #tarot messages #tarot community #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot #thanks for reading #💞💞💞

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a-queenoffairys · 1 year

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Code Lyoko fan survey: William Dunbar and trauma

Results are finally in! Thank you for your patience while I got this all sorted.

A while ago I posted a link to a survey asking for your opinions on whether or not William has trauma following his possession by XANA throughout season 4, and if so, how it would affect him. There were also questions about William's relationship with the Lyoko Warriors and whether or not they'd ever let him join the group again. The survey got 80 responses with a range of differing answers and opinions.

I didn't explain the reason why I made the survey at the time, and a lot of people were curious about it in the feedback I got. Let's just say I'm glad a lot of you seem unhappy with the way William was written in Evolution, because part of what sparked the idea for the survey was an analysis of his character in Evolution and questioning whether or not they really did him justice. But outside of that, it was definitely interesting to hear so many people's opinions on the topic.

As some of the responses pointed out, trauma is a complicated topic and there are many what-ifs involved with where William's character could go after the series finale. Some respondents also indicated that they were aware that Code Lyoko is a show aimed at kids, so it wouldn't be allowed to get too dark, and there are some things that probably shouldn't happen but the writers would force it for the sake of drama and whatnot.

I also appreciate the people who mentioned how the Lyoko Warriors have been through a lot of terrible stuff as well, and it's very likely they'd be traumatised and this shouldn't be completely overlooked when discussing William's experiences and potential trauma.

Thank you to the people in the Discord server for letting me bounce ideas off them and helping to refine the set of questions I wanted to ask, especially @souljellied for proofreading and sharing the link around on other sites. And thanks to everyone who filled out the survey! I appreciate people taking the time to fill this out, as well as the kind feedback I received.

Content warning for discussion of trauma/PTSD and various symptoms. Drug use and self-harm are mentioned by name but not discussed. Image IDs are in the alt text.

Now let's get into it! Warning, this post is long.

Methodology

The survey was hosted on Google Forms. There were two multiple choice questions, one asking about the respondent's familiarity with the show and the other being "Do you think William would have trauma after the series finale?" The rest of the questions were long-answer.

In an earlier version, a couple of the questions were going to be multiple choice instead, but I wanted to leave everything open-ended to see what answers people would naturally think of without me leading them to those answers. A lot of the William trauma discussion I'd seen in the past mostly revolved around the fallout of XANA-William, his memories of those events and his relationship with the Lyoko Warriors, so I was curious to see how many people would talk about how William's absence and his clone impacted other parts of his life, such as school and his relationships with friends and family.

I also only gave example answers when I felt the question may be too vague, like I didn't want people to answer the question "Which do you think would be the main source(s) of his trauma?" with "His being possessed by XANA" because that answer isn't very specific. When giving examples, I tried to go for ideas I'd seen people talk about often, like for that question it was "Memories of his time under XANA" and "Pushed away by the Lyoko Warriors," and I avoided mentioning school or his social life for the reasons I explained in the last paragraph.

But long answer questions meant I couldn't get easy numerical data from the raw results... So I read through all the answers, made a spreadsheet with a list of recurring ideas for each question and then tallied up how many people mentioned those ideas in their answers. When an answer was unique, I noted it separately from the tally. The tally data is what I used to create the charts. (I hope you like Google charts because I couldn't find a better program to make them in.)

I'm no statistician by any means. I did my best to analyse the numbers and make the appropriate charts to represent the data. I hope it will get the main points across, but there could easily be correlations that I missed. I've posted the spreadsheet here, along with all the charts I created. If anyone else wants to do their own analysis, I'd love to see it!

I don't currently have any plans to post the original responses, but if there's enough interest I could anonymise the answers (the survey was anonymous but some people voluntarily identified themselves) and post those as well.

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Results Section 1: General questions

Do you think William would have trauma after the series finale? Do you think William remembers any part of his time under XANA? If yes, how much do you think he remembers? How do these memories surface? For example, does he remember only the times when he fought for control, or every moment of his time under XANA? Are the memories fresh in his mind or do they come as occasional flashes or nightmares?

Most people believed that he would have trauma, and he would remember at least some part of the time he spent under XANA's control. It was nice to see that trauma and memory retention weren't always perfectly linked.

I do have to note, although I encouraged people to answer the survey even if they didn't believe William had trauma, I imagine some people who would have answered no simply didn't bother taking the survey. I wouldn't apply this "93% yes/6% no" ratio to the entire fandom, only the people who responded to the survey.

There were 2 people who answered that William does remember being possessed but isn't traumatised by it. One of those people said the memories would come as nightmares or hazy recollections, and he would harbour some anger towards the gang. On the other hand, the second person said he would have full recall and the only effects it would have on his behaviour are that he's more level-headed and is good at thinking things through and giving others advice.

On the other side of it, there were a few people who decided he wouldn't remember anything, but his trauma would come from other sources, such as the knowledge that he had been possessed, being rejected by the Lyoko Warriors, or the months of his life he'd lost and the way it impacted his relationships and school life.

We're told in the show that just like every other victim of XANA, William can't remember anything from when he was possessed, but it's definitely a common fan theory that he was lying or that the memories resurface later on. And that's fine! There's a lot you can do with that idea, so if that's what you want for your story, then go for it. But it's also refreshing to see people discussing William having trauma without those memories, because he was gone for several months and it would have definitely had a significant impact on his life going forward.

Now we break it down into which parts he remembers, and how he remembers them. This was all one question and some people answered one part but not the other, for example saying his memories come to him as nightmares but not specifying which memories they were.

"Lucid moments" is how I've referred to the times he fought for control, like in episode 76 The Lake. "Major events" can include things like lucid moments, fights against the Lyoko Warriors, activating towers, "dying" (being devirtualised after losing a fight) or being sent to Earth. "False memories" refers to memories XANA fabricated and planted in William's mind to confuse him, so he doesn't know what was real.

One person suggested that memories of major events and the times he fought for control would be more repressed, because he couldn't stand to remember the things he did and how he wasn't able to regain control.

"Full recall" means he can clearly remember everything. "Gradual recall" means he doesn't remember at first, but the memories return to him over time. There was some suggestion that the montage of XANA-William fights in episode 95 Echoes was William remembering those scenes himself.

Memory triggers often included the Lyoko Warriors, but also things such as technology or imagery like "Yumi holding a paper fan."

One person said William would know what XANA's plan for the robot army was.

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How do you imagine his relationship with the Lyoko Warriors after the series finale? Do they accept or reject him? Does he try to regain their friendship or does he avoid them?

Most people thought the Lyoko Warriors would accept William as a friend, but a lot of people thought the opposite.

As some people pointed out, it may seem unfair that the Lyoko Warriors pushed William away after they rescued him, especially since Jeremie and Aelita were possessed by XANA on a few occasions. One person brought up episode 31 Mister Pück in particular and the scene where XANA-Jeremie nearly kills Odd, and asks why the gang seem unbothered by that but they decide to reject William. Was it because of his carelessness, or maybe the amount of time XANA-William served as the face of the enemy? We should definitely account for the fact that the rest of the gang were much closer friends with Jeremie than they were with William.

When it comes to discussing the decision to reject William, we do need to consider the Lyoko Warriors' trauma. For almost two years they had XANA trying to murder them every other day - they saw a lot of really scary stuff that William never experienced. If William is traumatised, then it's a very different trauma to that of the Lyoko Warriors. Coupled with William basically being the face of the enemy for several months, I can personally see why the gang wouldn't immediately welcome him back with open arms.

A lot of answers specified which of the Lyoko Warriors would be the most/least accepting, so here's a graph. Bear in mind this only includes the answers where people specifically named individual characters, and doesn't include data for answers like "The whole group accepts him."

Aelita was definitely the clear winner when it comes to accepting William as a friend and offering him help, and not just in this question but in several others as well. Since she's been possessed by XANA several times and made to do terrible things, she can relate to William the most, as shown in episode 94 Fight to the Finish.

Odd was the second most likely to accept William as a friend. Yumi is next on the list but she was also rated the most likely to reject William outright. Jeremie was rated mostly indifferent, and Ulrich was rated to either be indifferent or reject, not accept.

Mixed answers with regards to the nature of their relationship after the series finale. "Chill acquaintance" means William is someone they talk to at school occasionally, but isn't a full-fledged member of the group. "Support group" means the gang offer him support for what he's going through (since he can't really talk to anyone else about the time he got possessed by an evil computer virus).

There was some suggestion that Jeremie would want to get information from William and/or run tests on him. This would tie into people saying William had some memory of XANA's plans.

It's not shown on the graph, but 12% of people mentioned something about William being fully friends with the gang prior to being possessed. Others noted he had very few interactions with Odd, Aelita and Jeremie, so they considered Yumi his only real friend from the Lyoko gang.

Some of the people who talked about William avoiding the gang gave reasons for it.

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Do you think the Lyoko Warriors would invite him to join the group if XANA returned or a new enemy appeared? How would they come to that decision?

Most people said the gang would accept him back as a Lyoko Warrior, for various reasons and with some caveats. There were a lot of big "if"s in this one and a few people gave a few different ideas without being able to settle on a definitive answer.

Of particular note is the fact that William knows about Lyoko and is immune to the return to the past. Even if the gang managed to avoid him noticing them sneaking off, he would definitely notice when an RTTP was launched. One person suggested Jeremie could erase William from the RTTP to avoid this happening.

No one said it explicitly, but I felt there was some slight suggestion that he may be able to use his knowledge to blackmail the group into letting him join again.

One person said he probably shouldn't be allowed back into the group, but the show writers would bring him back for the sake of tension. Some said it would depend on the enemy.

Several answers said it would depend on how hesitant or insistent everyone is, both William and the gang. Some said the gang would be conscious of William's trauma and wouldn't want to drag him back into the fight unless he was ready. Several answers said the Lyoko Warriors would be divided on whether or not to let him in; Aelita was named the most likely to accept him and try to convince the others, while Yumi and Ulrich were most resistant. Whether or not William has insider info on XANA was also a factor in some answers.

The following charts break down people's reasons for their answer yes/maybe/no.

"Because of past behaviour" includes not just his behaviour on Lyoko in episode 65 Final Round, but also his behaviour towards Yumi in particular.

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How do you think his life in general would be affected?

This question was added after an initial round of answers showed that the rest of the questions may have been too specific and didn't get people thinking about the bigger picture of William's long absence. This question allowed for a broader range of answers and allowed people who didn't go to section 2 to give their thoughts. However it did also tie into answers for the next section, so I decided to merge the data.

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Section 2: William's trauma

This section was only seen by people who answered yes to the question "Do you think William would have trauma after the series finale?"

Which do you think would be the main source(s) of his trauma? Note "The time he spent under XANA's control" isn't the preferred answer here because it isn't specific. Yes William was possessed, but how does that leave him traumatised? What are the consequences, how does it impact him personally? "Memories of his time under XANA" or "Pushed away by the Lyoko Warriors" are possible sources of trauma, for example.

A variety of answers as to the source(s) of his trauma.

"No memory" comes up here, referring to William knowing that he was possessed by XANA and his body was used to hurt his friends, but having no idea of the specific things that he did. Particularly when a Lyoko Warrior acts resentful towards him for a specific event he has no recollection of.

"No support/coping mechanism" often went hand-in-hand with the idea of the gang avoiding him after the series finale, so he has no one to talk to about his experience.

"Reality of Lyoko/XANA's existence" is definitely my favourite, just this knowledge that Lyoko exists, XANA exists and is a massive danger to humanity, you can be walking around one day and then this entity comes along and takes control of your body, that's just a thing that can happen! Terrifying!

A couple of people noted that long-term virtualisation, particularly with all the time William spent in the Digital Sea, could potentially cause some distressing physical effects.

Other sources included lingering emotions/intrusive thoughts from XANA-William (e.g. wanting to hurt the Lyoko Warriors), getting repossessed in episode 94, vague feelings of having been possessed (as opposed to specific memories), and being unfairly blamed by the gang.

Some people also got specific about the traumatic memories and aspects of his clone's reputation that would most cause trauma.

There's the question of how well his clone performed in school and what sort of grades would be on his record. Some people thought the clone was intelligent enough to get straight As, then William's grades would drop when he returned. However, people usually talked about William-clone at school in reference to his social life, not his grades.

There was also the idea that he had been replaced by a clone for several months and no one had realised it wasn't really him.

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How do you think the trauma might affect his behaviour?

Note while this whole survey is about trauma and everyone who answered this question also answered yes to "Does he have trauma," this chart only shows the number of people who mentioned PTSD/trauma as a symptom in their answer to this question.

Miscellaneous symptoms include:

Self-loathing for having trauma

Sleepwalking

Obsessively checking the time and date

Fear of: jellyfish, the sea, loneliness, certain sounds, the dark, technology

One person suggested he would get angry at Sissi for buying into the idea that the clone was just him playing a prank, since they'd bonded previously, surely she should have known it wasn't really him.

On the other hand, other people said Sissi could make great friends with William, since they share a lot of similar experiences with strange phenomena, being possessed by XANA and being gaslit (and I do mean gaslit, not just "lied to") by the Lyoko Warriors.

One person said, given the opportunity, William would probably side with XANA again due to how bad his life on Earth was now (in their opinion, failing social and school life, rejected by the gang), which would make for a better explanation of his betrayal in Evolution episode 15 Spartan.

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What sort of coping mechanisms do you imagine he might use to deal with the trauma, if any?

Hobbies included (ones that were mentioned often are in bold):

Art

Writing

Music

Swimming

Social media

Video games

TV/movies

Graffiti

Clay eraser

Martial arts

Techniques for mindfulness and self-reassurance included:

Reminding himself it's not his fault

Breathing exercises

Touching things to remind himself he's not on Lyoko, he's in control

Trips to the factory

Physical and visual checks to see he's not possessed

Talking through his memories to regain control

A couple of people said he would avoid alcohol and other drugs because he never wants to feel like he's not in control of himself again, or to black out and have no memory of his actions again.

Therapy was a very common suggestion for an ideal solution, but the number here is so low because several people also said it would probably be unattainable, either because he just can't access a therapist or because he wouldn't be able to talk openly about his experiences. Some wondered if he would even bother going if he could access a therapist. Some said his parents would force him to go after they witnessed the debacle in episode 93.

Once again, some people suggested he would get support from Aelita specifically, one even calling it a sibling bond.

Some of the people who said William would bottle up his emotions also said it would eventually lead to a breakdown.

A few people suggested him leaving the school, either by choice or because his parents force him to. A couple also suggested he would leave the country. (One of those people said he would still rejoin the group if a new threat appeared, but would assist them remotely.)

There was a broad range of answers to this question, a lot of them unique. Here's a list!

Helping others

Attention-seeking

Physical touch

Making jokes about his traumatic experiences

Meeting new people, partying hard

Avoiding triggers/reminders

Religion

Kiwi as an emotional support animal

Talking to Yumi

Seeking information and proof of XANA-William and his actions

Avoiding Yumi

Crying himself to sleep

Pursuing friendship with Sissi, bonding over their experiences

Avoiding video games

Sticking to crowds

Reckless sex (when he's older)

Studying marine biology

Befriending the Lyoko Warriors

Easing off on his flirtatiousness

Blaming the Lyoko Warriors while ignoring his own faults

Aggressively pursuing Yumi

Pursuing a new relationship

Listening to music on repeat

Training extra hard to be the best on Lyoko

Hold out until graduation, everything will be ok when he never has to see the Lyoko Warriors again

Nothing could help him cope

And in this graph you can see the ratio of positive, negative and neutral coping mechanisms, though there is a degree of subjectivity with determining which was which and what the respondent was going for when they suggested each idea. Largely though, although there were a lot of negative responses, it looks like most people had a more positive outlook on his coping mechanisms and recovery.

Conclusion

Well I hope that's everything, congrats if you made it this far haha. A lot of passionate fans answered the survey, so I hope people find this as interesting as I did, and I hope I did it justice. Thanks again to everyone who participated!

#code lyoko #code lyoko evolution #william dunbar

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[Image Description: A feminine mime in the vein of the webcomic Cirque Royale. They have lavender skin, short black hair, pointed ears, clawed hands, and blue eyes. Their nose is a little black circle and black heart and star markings are under their eyes. They are wearing pink circular glasses, a black and white striped t-shirt, a black jacket with white accents, black shorts, black and white striped tights, and black boots with pink zipper pulls. They are holding their hands up and smiling with visible razor-sharp teeth. The background is a pixelated radial gradient of white and grey, with a soft pink aura around the character. End ID.]

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A familiar face, but something's a bit different about them! Yeah, I've been following the webcomic Cirque Royale for some time, not too long after I started being a mime enjoyer iirc, and I wanted to draw Muette like the mimes in that comic! Of course "Muette" feels like kinda a weird name for that universe as all those mimes have actual people names, if some being fairly obscure due to the chosen naming scheme being specifically references to painters, so I decided to give 'em a new name for this look: René Courtois. Idk off the top of my head if there's a painter named René, but it works for me XD

I changed their outfit to a mimey take on what I normally wear since their normal outfit seems like something more for special occasions going by the recent Lantern Day storyline and the unused outfits, while keeping the tights of course because they're fun, also I made their glasses pink to keep that accent color pop in the general head area hehe :3 Idk what their mime powers would be tho, that's something to think about for later if I wanna turn René into a proper OC I guess. I also can't imagine them getting wrapped up in something that would land them in the... *ahem* situation that a lot of Circue's mimes unfortunately find themselves in, but considering the wide range of what seems to get people in trouble in Mimopolis...yeeaaah I'm just not gonna think about that possibility so that I don't get sad cuz I just want them to be happy and live their lil mime life in peace okay (:

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aurumacadicus · 10 months

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A bit ago you asked for podcast app recommendations. Do you have any recommendations for podcasts to listen to?

These are all the ones I listen to, I'll add a little summary for each one if that's alright.

Stuff You Missed in History Class: This podcast has been going for over a decade, starting in 2008. The format has changed since its inception and honestly, you don't need to go through the entire playlist (unless you want to!). Each episode is about a certain event, figure, or theme from history with show notes that cite their sources, and the hosts are very upfront about where and how they got their information. Some of these subjects are two-parters, but that's the exception and not the rule mostly. I enjoy learning about new things from history or, if I know the bare basics of them, I enjoy learning more in depth information. My suggestion is to just scroll through and see what topic interests you.

Criminalia: This is another history podcast, but each season focuses on a certain type of crime, with each episode focusing on someone in that theme. At the end of each episode, the hosts also make up a cocktail and mocktail inspired by the subject that day. (The first two seasons don't have mocktails because they only realized how popular a non-alcoholic version would be after season three where they made mocktails to go with the "imposter" theme and they got really good feedback about it.) Some of the seasons are hit or miss for me, but even if I don't necessarily like the theme, the episode is still good to listen to from a learning standpoint.

DNA: ID: One of my true crime podcasts. I like this one because it focuses more on how DNA testing has solved cold cases using genetic genealogy. I also appreciate that the host doesn't use full names to protect the privacy of a lot of people in the story. She uses full names for victims and perpetrators, and some family, but people who turned out not to be involved in the case are given initials. My only beef is that she does so much research on the cases, but she doesn't extend that to learning how to pronounce some non-English names. However, otherwise, she does treat each case with a lot of gravity and respect, so. Idk. She's recently started interspersing solved cases with cases seeking more information on recently identified Does so that's pretty cool.

Dear Hank & John: It's a comedy podcast about death, where two brothers give you dubious advice and bring you all the news about both Mars and AFC Wimbledon. They're currently on a "we'll update if Hank feels like it" schedule because Hank is currently going through chemotherapy but they have 372 episodes to tide you over in the meantime. I enjoy it a lot because I enjoy the Green brothers' sense of humor, and on the occasions that one of the brothers is away for something, their guest host is always interesting.

Good Assassins: Part historical, part true crime. I've only just started this one so I'm gonna copy and paste the summary because I don't think otherwise I would do it justice: A spy story. A detective case. The mission was simple: to arrange the death of one man. The goal was to send a message to all Nazi fugitives around the world: "we can find you and we can kill you." This is the true story of an undercover mission to hunt down a savage Nazi murderer who helped Hitler’s forces kill 30,000 men, women, and children. The survivors gave him a name after the Holocaust: The Butcher of Latvia. The spies would travel halfway around the world to carry out the sentence. The mission wasn’t for one life. It was for 6 million.

Welcome to Night Vale: This was the first queer media I consumed since I watched Tara die in BtVS. I was tired of kill your gays so I simply didn't consume any queer content. This show simultaneously healed me and hollowed me out for all the other shows that could have been this good. I like each story line, I like the additional novels, and I like the weather. This is my comfort show. I start it from the beginning every time I catch up to the recent updates.

Good Morning Night Vale: The official recap show of WtNV. It's hosted by Meg Bashwiner (she voices Deb, a sentient patch of haze), Symphony Sanders (she voices Tamika Flynn, the former teenage militia leader, current City Counsel member), and Hal Lublin (he voices Steve Carlsberg, Cecil's brother-in-law). I feel like I'm hanging out with friends talking about Night Vale when I listen to it. :) I think if you like recap shows, it's a good one.

The Murder Chronicles: Ngl I started this in season one where it was called The Shadow Girls, which I started because it was advertised as a deep dive into the Green River Killer's victims instead of just being about him. I was interested because the host was in the same age range as GRK's victims and she talks extensively about how scary it was for girls her age at the time. She also goes into how the police failed the victims and why, and also how it affected her. It also has a push for one of the victims to get the reward she was promised for turning Ridgway in. It felt like a cause. The second season is more about other true crimes which is... fine. Doesn't have the same heart that the first season did, but does include interviews with the detectives who worked on the cases, though, which I find interesting. Idk it's not really doing much for me anymore so I might drop it.

Scene of the Crime: Delphi: This is a podcast that (ostensibly) focuses on one case per season, but it's literally just one season and then a ton of advertisements from other podcasts from their company. That being said, they went forward with the families' permission, including numbers for people to leave tips to the police. Since they have the permission of the family (and interviews with some family members, even) it's one of the few that I'm comfortable with. That being said, I'm only subscribed to it still in case there's another update in the case. They don't seem to have published any episodes in a while.

These are the ones I listen to on Amazon Music, which are all true crime:

Cold: It's a narrative podcast focused on missing persons cases. It's got three seasons-- Season one is about Susan Powell, season two is about Joyce Yost, and season three is about Sheree Warren. They're well-researched and use recordings from the victims/perpetrators which is very interesting. The host seems to have permission from the families (at least the first season seems so) but even if he didn't, he doesn't make emotionally charged statements. He states the facts. I'd even go so far as to say the most emotion he ever shows is when he talks about why Susan Powell's case means so much to him.

Suspect: It's an investigative series about mislaid justice and the kinds of weighty decisions that detectives, lawyers, and jurors make every day - decisions that, once made, are almost impossible to reverse. Both of these seasons are incredibly interesting, including interviews with people involved in the cases. There hasn't been a new episode since February, but it's still a good show to go back to, I think.

Killer Psyche Daily: This podcast is hosted by former FBI profiler Candice DeLong, who I'd actually heard of (worked on the Unabomber case). It's a short, daily podcast (tenish minutes per podcast) where she draws on her years of experience to break down current criminal cases for laymen to understand, look back on historic crimes, and share insight on how the mind of a killer works. On one hand, it definitely errs on the side of police. However, she was also law enforcement, so it makes sense and doesn't really annoy me. On the other hand, she also has a lot of insight on the psychology of criminals, and she has guests on regularly who also have a lot of information to add to current cases who don't come across as pro-police.

There are a handful of others that I've listened to on and off but obviously they haven't really stuck with me.

#aurumacadicus answers #areufingkidding #podcasts

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dindadjarin · 2 years

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A Chance Encounter – 3

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: none

an: ok it’s here! this encounter isn’t as long as the ones before but you’ll see why. sorry for taking so long, i haven’t been feeling well and my stress wouldn’t let me concentrate but today was better and i had the time to finish this. I hope you like it! reblogs and feedback and very appreciated! 💖

masterlist – part two

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Insistent beeping comes from your utility belt, where your holo-comm notifies you of an incoming transmission. You frown, pausing just outside the threshold of your Harold’s shop in Lothal. All employees and Harold himself were summoned by the rebellion and asked to go to the star-port and grab a transport. With the news of the rebellion’s victory in Scariff but also of its consequences, none of you hesitated to pack your things. Your heart feels heavy, just as every step you take. Do we deserve it? You keep wondering. Do we deserve their sacrifice? You really hope you do.

“Give me a few minutes, I gotta check who this is.” You tell the other 3 mechanics who started to head towards the port, and though they seem reluctant, they nod. You don’t blame them, everyone in the streets keep whispering, and the fear that was already there seemed to triple overnight.

Your duck back into your office, dropping your bag by your desk and pulling out the holo-comm from your belt. A second later, you plug it to another device Harold had acquired to prevent transmissions to be traced and feel your mouth drop at the ID code on display. The same heart that felt like it couldn’t feel anything more after today’s news starts to beat faster. It’s for emergencies, he’d said and now you worry he got himself into a mess he can’t get out of. You answer the call hiding behind your desk so no one sees who you’re talking to should they walk in.

It is only a moment later, but if feels like hours to you before the sight of him, seemingly uninjured appears in front of you. It makes you breathless and you shake your head, pushing all those made-up scenarios of him injured out of your head.

The Mandalorian lets out a long and relieved sigh; he sounds tense when he speaks after. “Where are you?”

“In my office, I’m going off-world in a few minutes.” You explain, keeping your voice low to avoid eavesdropping.

“I’m coming to get you.”

“What the hell? No!” Your eyes widen at his sudden words as fear washes over you like a cold wave. “That’s too risky for you, especially now.”

The Mandalorian sighs and leans back on the pilot’s chair of the Razor Crest. He hasn’t changed, though you suppose you won’t be able to tell without seeing his face. But he’s still sighing, he’s still exasperated with you, still… himself. “I heard…”

“Scariff?” You ask, voice small until he nods, and you clear your throat. “That’s why I have to go, many repairs to be made.”

Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your throat tightens, and your lips start to tremble. His holo-projection blurs as your eyes glaze over with tears; tears you can’t seem to control now. It feels like the all the sadness you’ve tried to push through suddenly solidifies around you, leaving you trapped in an unbearable ache you can’t escape from. Sadness comes at you from all angles, paralyzing you on the spot for you to acknowledge it.

“I thought, you were with them.” Mando confesses, his voice going quiet like yours. It brings you out of your own thoughts for a moment until your mind catches up to what he said, and it causes a new wave of pain to go over you and leave you aching.

“No, I– I wasn’t” You mumble, tears finally breaking free and cascading your cheeks; a sob soon follows.

Covering your face with your hands, you begin to cry –shoulders hunched as the weight of your emotions settle on them. Three years without seeing him, and this is how your meeting goes. No joking around, no friendly smiles, only you, crying your eyes out.

Mando calls your name, softly and with a worried edge to his words. “What happened?” He asks.

“Cassian –my friend from Ferrix– and some pilot friends, they– they’re gone.” Your bottom lips trembles as you try to hold back your tears and meet Mando’s eyes. You have to press your lips together and swallow hard to keep yourself from sobbing again. “They died in Scariff.”

A new stream of tears follows, as the memories of receiving the transmission with the news come to mind. “I’m just a mechanic, Mando. I go in when they need help fixing a ship. But my friends, they… sacrificed their life to give us a chance.”

“cyari’ka.”

“And I miss you.” You blur out, wiping at your eyes uselessly. You’re telling him everything already, so you might as well tell him this too. “So much.”

You don’t know what the word he called you means, and you can’t bring yourself to ask him. All you think about right now is him. Him being here with you, especially right now when you feel so… alone. Would he hug you and shield you from the world if you asked?

He nods once and looks away. “Me too.” His voice it quiet but coated in an unconcealed vulnerability that makes you squeeze your eyes shut.

Why did you let your walls down, weakened, for these feelings to barge in and make themselves at home? You wouldn’t be in pain at his memory if you hadn’t. But that’s not fair of you to say, because there’s joy in the memory too; a shining light when everything feels hopeless. The thought of seeing him again gave you something to look forward to when the fight is over, it was the hope you needed. It’s easy to understand what he’s feeling, the way he was tense when you answered the call. He was panicked, worried. The same panic you felt only moments ago, and the hopelessness you feel when you can’t comfort those who’re hurting.

“But I’m here.” He says firmly, his helmet tilting up just slightly. You imagine him pushing his chin out to show certitude and support. It makes a small smile break out of your face.

“I’m here too.” You nod, taking a deep breath and looking back at him; your tears are drying on your cheeks, and though you’re still deeply sad about Scariff, it feels like a load has been lifted from your heart. “You scared me when you called, by the way. I thought it was an emergency.”

The Mandalorian’s helmet tilts to the side, “It was.”

You look away to the side, surprised at the meaning of his words and at a loss for your own. How is it, that this seemingly stoic man can light someone up from withing, lifting their spirits in such a way that you crack another smile. Just for him.

You’re about to speak again when Roy, one of the mechanics outside, calls out your name. “Come on, we have to go!”

Mando sighs at the same time as you. “Go grab that transport, cyari’ka, and… be careful.”

“I will.” You tell him and stand up, bringing the holo-comm with you; you try to sound as reassuring as you can. “Just, please do the same.”

The Mandalorian nods and you hesitate for a second, needing to look at him one last time. Who knows when you’ll see him again, but there are people waiting for you and you need to go. You nod, just like he did and move to turn off the call.

“Wait,” He says before you can disconnect the transmission. “I care… and I’ll be waiting.”

His words are like a punch to the stomach and bring you back to the conversation you had with him during his last visit. I guess I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have someone who cares waiting for you, it hasn’t crossed my mind in a long time.

You press your lips together and nod; your brain short-circuiting from all the emotions flooding your system.

“Okay.” It’s a whisper, and it means I’ll be careful but you’re sure he knows. “I know you’ll find me.”

He nods one last time and you disconnect the call.

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part 4

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