#coming out and accepting yourself is a way to love yourself

[suliigwp]

MASTERMIND

Lando Norris x reader

SULI: ITS FINALLY HERE I KNOW I KNOW - I love this man so much just look at him. Uhhh not proof read so... If there's any mistakes ignore it! Text messages and a singular Instagram post! Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 tbh idk if I want to make this a series or univers or what because there Is a Series coming soon with lando and all I can think about is them so - let me know!

Based on 'mastermind' by Taylor swift I bow down to you queen - Stream Mastermind!!

Warnings: bestie's a bit crazy here, depressive childhood on readers part, uhhhh none?

You weren’t on the guest list.

You knew that from the moment you slipped out of the cab and took in the scene—a velvet-roped entrance, tall security guards in sleek black suits, the unmistakable pulse of deep house music rolling up from the rooftop of the Monaco hotel like heat waves off asphalt.

But you also knew how to get in.

A friend of a friend had owed you a favor. A whisper here, a mention there, and a little calculated charm had bought you more than access—it bought you control. You didn’t walk in like someone hoping to be noticed. You walked in like someone who had already decided who would notice you.

Inside, the rooftop glowed with warmth—glass lanterns, the shimmer of city lights below, and a skyline sliced by jagged cliffs and moonlight. It was glamorous in that effortless way only Monaco could pull off. Champagne glasses glinted in the hands of people who had never worried about paying rent. Women with glossy hair and gowns that slinked like second skin. Men with sports team money and sharp jawlines. Everyone either wanted something—or someone.

You didn’t smile. Not yet. You walked slowly, the click of your heels barely audible over the music. A silk dress, cut low in the back, clung to you in just the right way. Your hair—undone, deliberately imperfect—caught the wind, strands falling over your shoulder as you made your way toward the balcony.

That’s where you positioned yourself. Strategic. Peripheral. A place with the best lighting, the best view, and most importantly—the best sightlines into the crowd. You didn’t check your phone. Didn’t sip the drink you’d accepted minutes ago. You were too focused.

The room buzzed behind you: the clinking of glass, the pitch of laughter rising, the occasional cheer when someone from a team entered. You knew he wasn’t here yet.

And then—

A shift in energy.

It was subtle at first. The way the volume changed—not louder, but sharper. The kind of silence that hummed just before a chord dropped. You turned your head slightly, only enough to glimpse him without looking eager.

Lando Norris.

A navy suit jacket, sleeves slightly wrinkled, hanging off one shoulder like he’d forgotten to care. A white shirt, just slightly rumpled. Tan skin that shimmered in the lights, curls tousled in a way that could only be natural—or perfectly styled to look that way. His smile was easy. His walk was casual. But people moved for him.

He greeted a few friends with lazy handshakes, leaned into someone’s ear to say something that made them throw their head back in laughter. He was magnetic in the way boys sometimes are before they realize how dangerous they’ve become.

He didn’t see you. Not yet.

That was part of the plan.

You let the moment stretch. You adjusted the strap of your dress with your opposite hand, slow enough to catch the corner of someone’s eye. Not his. Yet. Your profile was lit by candlelight—delicate, composed. Just a girl alone at a rooftop party. Not watching. Not waiting.

And then, as if on cue, you felt it.

The weight of his stare.

You turned, not sharply, but with the softness of someone caught in a passing thought. Your eyes met. And you looked away.

You let a breath slip through your lips. Not a smile, not quite. Then you looked away. Dismissed him like he was just another boy at just another party.

Three seconds. And looked back at him.

His brow twitched. Interest piqued.

You looked away again.

He blinked.

You saw it in your periphery.

He turned to say something to a friend, but his body shifted an inch in your direction.

It had begun.

The fuse was lit—not by touch, not by words, but by calculation.

A gaze, a posture, a silence sharper than speech.

Your fingers ghosted over your untouched drink. You didn’t need to sip it.

Because this party, this crowd, this night—you didn’t crash it.

You orchestrated it.

And Lando Norris had just stepped onto the board.

You didn’t follow him right away.

That would’ve broken the rhythm—no, your rhythm. The entire night was a sequence, a carefully choreographed dance of almosts and maybes. So when Lando turned his back after that first locked glance, laughing again with friends, brushing curls off his forehead like he wasn’t aware of you watching—you didn’t move.

You sipped your drink slowly. Still unsmiling. Still unreadable.

But your eyes tracked him through the crowd, every turn of his shoulder, every lean of his body. He didn’t linger in one place. He wasn’t anchored. He never was. You could tell by the way he kept scanning the room—lively but detached, floating through conversations like they were just enough to keep him occupied until something more interesting came along.

And you knew—you were the something.

Minutes passed. Music pulsed. Laughter sparked and faded. He moved farther into the crowd.

Then, as if fate tipped its hand ever so slightly, the path between you cleared. A gap in the bodies. A breeze from the open sky. And through it—you saw him. Full view. His head tipped slightly, like he’d just heard something intriguing. The side of his face you’d studied from press interviews and podium photos was now just... real. Dimmed by lantern light, sun-kissed from the day's practice laps, brows furrowed not from stress, but curiosity.

You knew the moment he saw you again.

Because this time, he didn’t just look.

He really looked.

There was something different in his eyes now. Not just appreciation—recognition. Like a piece of a puzzle had just clicked in his head.

She’s not just another pretty girl at a Monaco party.

He turned his full body toward you. His expression changed so subtly, so deliberately, you almost missed it.

A smile—lopsided, slow, the kind of smile that starts from the corner of the mouth and rises like the first breath after a long swim.

But it wasn’t a smile that said “come here.”

It was a smile that said “I see you.”

And it knocked the wind right out of you.

Not because it was flirtatious. But because it wasn’t. It was something quieter. Smarter. A knowing curl of his lips that said “So this is how we’re playing it.”

That was the moment you knew he had caught on.

To the rhythm.

To the space between glances.

To the way you hadn’t smiled back—not once. Not even now.

Your heart thudded with quiet, invisible triumph. Because that smile? It wasn’t just a reaction. It was his first move.

You didn’t need him to chase you. You needed him to engage you.

And he had.

You finally turned your body toward him—just a few degrees. Acknowledgment, not invitation. Your eyes met again across the dim-lit rooftop, and this time, you let your lips twitch—barely—a microexpression of amusement. Then you looked away, letting the moment hang in the air like perfume.

Behind you, the party drummed on.

But the game had begun.

A quiet check. Not mate yet. But the board was set.

And all he’d done...

Was smile.

You didn’t go to him.

Of course not.

You returned to the railing, drink in hand, letting the music fold around you like a veil. Behind you, people were laughing louder, the evening deepening, the wine flowing easier. The sky above was violet now, pinpricked with stars. Monaco glittered beneath it, a jeweled tray of secrets and stories. And you—perfectly still in the middle of it all.

You knew he would come to you.

And when he did, it wasn't loud. There was no grand entrance, no purposeful stride. He simply… appeared beside you, like a current that had always been there, now close enough to feel against your skin.

You smelled him before you heard him.

Warm cologne with something sharp underneath—leather maybe, or pine. Clean and expensive, but still like him. You didn’t turn. You let the silence sit, breathing it in like a challenge.

Then:

“So,” he said, soft and amused. “Do you always do that?”

Your heart skipped once. Just once. But your face didn’t change.

“Do what?” you asked, not looking at him. Your voice was velvet wrapped in steel. A soft echo against the music.

“Look at someone like they’re not worth your time,” he replied easily. “Then stand perfectly still so they can’t stop watching you.”

Now you turned. Slowly. Eyes meeting his. Up close, he was more boyish than he looked from across the room. But that boyishness was dangerous. Mischief painted in golden skin and a grin that had probably undone better women than you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that what I did?”

He leaned on the railing, facing you fully now, one arm slung casually over the ledge. “Oh, definitely.” He nodded. “And it worked. Obviously.”

You almost laughed. Almost.

He shrugged. “Not sure I liked being the math problem, though.”

That earned the faintest flicker of amusement from your lips. You still hadn’t smiled, not really. Just the ghost of it. The idea of it.

“Did it bother you?” you asked, turning slightly, shoulder brushing the edge of his jacket. His was tailored—well-fitted, slightly creased from being shrugged off and on all night.

Lando tilted his head. “Not exactly.” He paused. “I think it just threw me. I’m used to different kinds of looks.”

You studied him then. The way his knuckles grazed the edge of the railing. The way his curls curled tighter near his temples in the humid night. There was a flicker of boyish charm in him, but muted—held in check by something more watchful. Like he knew when to perform and when to hold back. Right now, he was doing the latter.

“You didn’t seem thrown,” you replied quietly.

He smiled at that—just a little. “No,” he agreed. “I’m quick on my feet.”

“That’s what they say about drivers.”

“And what do they say about girls like you?”

Now you looked at him fully.

His tone hadn’t been mocking. It hadn’t even been flirtatious, not in the obvious way. It was curious. Almost careful. Like he wasn’t sure if he was touching something sharp.

You didn’t answer right away. Let the question settle in the silence.

“They don’t usually get the chance to say anything,” you said finally. “I don’t stick around long enough to listen.”

Lando nodded slowly, as if filing that away. His eyes dipped to your hand on the railing, where your fingers toyed with the condensation on your glass, and then returned to your face. Noticing things. Reading you. Trying to.

“You know,” he said after a long pause, his voice quieter now, “I knew you were going to be difficult.”

You raised a brow. “Did you?”

“Yeah.” His expression flickered, a little grin threatening. “I just didn’t expect to enjoy it so much.”

Your breath caught—but not because of the words.

Because he said them without trying to impress you.

Because he meant it.

And for the first time that night, you really looked at him. Past the suit, the fame, the boyish face sharpened by stubble and speed. Past the way everyone else in the room looked at him like he was already theirs.

He was still standing there, waiting for your response.

But you didn’t give him one.

Not yet.

Instead, you picked up your glass again and said only: “Are you staying long?”

He blinked. The question caught him off guard.

“In Monaco?” he asked.

You didn’t answer. You just looked at him.

And eventually, he got it.

“As long as I need to,” he said softly. And then—“Are you?”

This time, you smiled.

Just a little.

And walked away.

With the kind of confidence that doesn’t ask for attention—it simply commands it. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, something complicated and cold, like bergamot with a shadow underneath.

Lando stood there for a beat too long, staring at where she’d been. His drink was untouched. His mind, not so much.

He’d had conversations like this before. Witty girls. Sharp-tongued charmers. But this wasn’t that. She wasn’t trying to be liked. She wasn’t performing. If anything, she’d been sizing him up—like a puzzle she’d already mostly solved.

And yet… she smiled like she was holding something back.

He blinked, rolled his shoulders like he could shake off the chill she left behind, then turned on his heel. He scanned the room for the one person who could give him answers—Luca, the host.

He found him by the bar, mid-conversation with someone in a pink blazer. Lando stepped in with an apologetic nod.

“Sorry—mate, quick one,” Lando said low, his voice casual but too precise to be accidental. “The girl I was just talking to. Who is she?”

Luca glanced past him. “Oh, the tall one? Red lipstick, doesn’t smile unless she means it?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s dangerous territory, mate,” Luca said, half-laughing, half-warned. “You sure?”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “What’s her name?”

Luca hesitated, then said it...

It landed in Lando’s chest like something heavier than it should be.

“And?”

Luca shook his head. “She doesn’t usually come to things like this. Barely RSVP’d. I think she knows someone from Red Bull’s strategy team—or maybe Ferrari. I don’t know. She’s not… in this scene. Not really.”

Lando nodded slowly, processing.

“Do you have her number?”

Luca gave him a sharp look.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna do anything weird,” Lando said, lifting his hands. “Just—look, I’ve never seen her before. I just want to talk. Properly.”

A pause.

Then: “You’re serious?”

Lando met his eyes. “Yeah.”

Luca sighed, pulled out his phone, thumbed through contacts. “I’ll text her first. If she’s okay with it, I’ll send you her number.”

“Fair enough.”

Lando gave a nod and turned back toward the balcony. But he didn’t feel triumphant. He felt like something had shifted. Like someone had noticed his move on the board… and let it happen anyway.

She hadn’t told him anything about herself, but somehow, he already knew:

She wasn’t an accident.

And he wasn’t going to let her be a one-night mystery.

...

The car door shut with a soft click, sealing her away from the noise of the party. It was late, the kind of late where the streets were mostly empty and the sky had turned velvet.

She exhaled, leaning back into the leather seat. The interior still smelled faintly of her perfume and the faintest trace of smoke on her coat. One heel was already off, foot tucked beneath her. She had no music playing, no voice navigation, no rush. She just sat there in the silence, eyes catching her own reflection faintly in the rearview mirror.

Then her phone buzzed on the passenger seat.

She glanced at it—Luca.

One eyebrow arched before she even picked it up.

She stared at the screen. A heartbeat. Then another.

Her lips curved slowly—not into a smile, not yet. Something smaller. Sharper.

She let the anticipation play out, letting the weight of the moment settle. The silence inside the car made it feel like time had paused just for her.

She didn’t even reply immediately. Instead, she picked up her phone, tilted it slightly in her hand, and let herself feel it—the inevitability. The way he had watched her, curious and cautious. The way he had lingered when she walked away. Like he didn’t want to lose sight of her too fast.

Like she had left him with a question he couldn’t stop trying to answer.

She hit send. Then locked her phone and tossed it gently back onto the seat.

Her smirk bloomed wider now. A quiet, satisfied thing.

Checkmate.

She leaned her head against the headrest, eyes half-lidded. The night wasn’t just a success. It was a confirmation. The fuse had been lit, and the dominoes were already falling, one by one.

And Lando Norris—darling, golden boy of the grid—had no idea what game he’d just walked into.

...

Lando got the message from Luca just past midnight.

He was lying in bed, scrolling through nothing. The house was quiet. The kind of quiet that made him restless.

His phone buzzed again.

He sat up.

There was no hesitation in his fingers—but there was care. A weight. He stared at the name on the screen, his thumb hovering over it.

He could feel the static of her again. The red lipstick, the look in her eyes that didn’t flinch. She didn’t flirt—she calculated. And he kind of liked it.

He opened the message app and typed:

Not sure if this is brave or dumb, but hey—

It’s Lando.

Thanks for not vanishing entirely tonight.

He stared at it.

Deleted “brave or dumb.” Rewrote it.

Hope it’s okay I’m texting.

It’s Lando.

You left before I could finish being intrigued.

Too much?

He deleted that one too.

Started again.

...

He hit send and immediately dropped the phone beside him like it was hot. Pulled the covers over his face.

What are you doing, mate.

A minute passed.

Then two.

Then, across the city, her phone lit up inside her dark apartment.

She was brushing her teeth, her bare feet cold on the tiles. She glanced at the screen. And when she saw his name, that familiar curve returned to her lips.

She dried her hands on a towel, padded barefoot into the living room, phone in hand, unread message glowing on the screen.

She read it once.

Twice.

Then again.

“You made the room quieter after you left.”

That one hit differently.

She curled up on the armrest of her couch, not even bothering with the full seat. The city twinkled behind her windows. Her thumbs hovered, thoughtful.

And then she typed:

Then tossed the phone onto the couch cushion beside her.

She didn’t need to wonder if he was smiling.

She knew he was.

...

The bell above the café door chimed softly as Lando stepped inside. It was late morning — warm enough for a hoodie but not enough for sunglasses, though he wore them anyway. The streets of Monaco shimmered in that gentle, curated way: expensive, slow, quiet. He wasn’t looking to be seen.

This place was tucked into a corner near the marina. Not the trendy side. Not the side where people wore designer for attention. It was the other kind — the kind where the older locals read newspapers, where the espresso was sharp and the staff didn’t care about his name.

He walked to the counter, ordered a flat white, and turned around—

—and froze.

She was there.

Perched in the corner booth like she'd been painted into the scene hours ago. One leg tucked beneath her, head bowed over a book with the page held lightly between her fingers. Her hair was pulled back in a lazy bun, but lipstick still painted her mouth in that same unmistakable red. An espresso cup rested beside her hand, only half-drunk. She turned the page with care, as if she had all the time in the world.

She didn’t look up right away. But then—like she sensed him—she slowly lifted her head.

And smiled.

Not surprised. Not even smug. Just amused. Cool, unreadable, familiar.

“Norris,” she said, shutting her book with a quiet snap. “You’re either stalking me… or the universe is starting to play favorites.”

He let out a laugh, walking over with his cup.

“I was gonna say the same thing.”

“Sure you were.”

He slid into the booth across from her without asking, stretching one arm over the back of the bench. She didn’t object. Instead, she tucked her book away in her bag like she was always planning to make space for him.

“You come here often?” he asked.

“When I want to be alone.”

She said it dryly, sipping what was left of her espresso. He raised his brows.

“So this is my fault, then.”

“A little.”

But there was no bite to it. She was… relaxed. At ease. Even as she looked at him like she was still trying to decide if he was worth her time.

“You read?” he asked, nodding at the book.

“I plan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Doesn’t it?”

He laughed again, setting down his cup. He felt light. Curious. Like something interesting was unfolding and he didn’t know the ending yet — but she did.

They stayed in that booth far too long. Talking about coffee, cities, bad headlines. She never gave too much, and he didn’t push. But by the time she stood, dropping a few coins on the table, he looked at her like he didn’t want her to go.

“So… accident?”

She slid her sunglasses down.

“If it was, it was a beautiful one.”

And then she walked out, leaving behind the scent of her perfume and a knowing curve on her lips.

That night, when his phone buzzed with her message, he reread it three times before answering.

The sun beat down on the paddock in Barcelona — not mercilessly, but sharp. The air buzzed with movement: cameras, team radios, fans screaming at gates. Lando adjusted the sleeves of his fire suit as he made his way past the McLaren garage, nodding briefly to a few familiar faces.

He wasn’t expecting her.

He never was.

And yet — there she was.

Standing just outside the Alfa Romeo hospitality tent, fingers wrapped around a cold bottle of water, oversized sunglasses on, phone in hand, not really using it. Her hair was twisted into a braid today, neat but not soft. Her black blazer cinched at the waist, pinstriped, powerful.

She didn’t smile when she caught his eye. She didn’t wave.

She simply looked.

Long enough to make him stop. Short enough to make him question if she had actually looked at all.

“You good?” his trainer asked.

“Yeah. Thought I saw someone.”

He didn’t explain.

But later, when he passed through media duties and slipped into the shaded side of hospitality for a minute of quiet, he found her again — this time alone, sipping something fizzy, twirling her straw without interest.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, standing in front of her.

“And yet,” she said, not looking up. “Here I am.”

“You always this lucky?”

“Luck,” she murmured, finally glancing up, “is for people who don’t prepare."

He watched her for a long beat.

“Did you come just to watch?”

“Are you worth watching?”

That made him grin.

But she stood before he could answer. Walked past him, deliberately brushing his arm. Not enough to cause a stir — just enough to stay in his mind for the rest of the weekend.

And that night, when he scrolled through his photos, there was one from the paddock. Behind him, blurred in the background, was the unmistakable silhouette of her — standing just out of focus.

Madrid skyline. Rooftop. Someone’s private event for a sponsor he barely remembered signing with. The music was low, the city lights were warm, and everyone was dressed in shades of silk and champagne.

Lando leaned against the balcony railing, watching the glitter of the city below. His glass sweated in his hand. He wasn’t really talking to anyone — not really there.

Until she laughed.

Not loudly. But enough that he felt it.

He turned, and there she was. Walking in like a headline — short black dress, heels that didn’t seem to touch the ground, red lips, a drink already in her hand.

“You’re starting to make this a habit,” he said as she reached him.

She tilted her head.

“You think I knew you’d be here?”

“I know you knew.”

“Mmm.” She sipped her drink, then looked up at him through her lashes. “What gave it away?”

“The perfume. Same one you wore the first night.”

She smiled slowly. Not caught — seen.

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things.”

The night stretched around them like silk. They didn’t leave each other’s side. He introduced her to no one. She didn’t ask.

And when the party began to thin out, he followed her down to the car. Held the door open.

She paused before getting in.

...

She hadn’t meant to stay this long.

They were supposed to grab a drink — casual, low-stakes, a passing thing. But now it was nearing midnight, and they were still sitting together on the rooftop of the hotel where some F1 post-event gathering had wrapped hours ago. Most people had already filtered out, the distant hum of engines below replaced by the hush of a sleeping city.

She sat on the stone ledge, her heels abandoned beside her, toes barely brushing the empty air below. Lando was beside her, arms loosely crossed over his knees, watching her more than the skyline.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said.

She gave a soft, half-smile, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Maybe I just like listening to you.”

He chuckled, low and warm, and shook his head like he didn’t believe her.

“No one just likes listening to me. They usually listen so they can talk.”

“Do you mind that?”

“Not with you.”

That made her chest stutter.

She shouldn’t be affected by him. She reminded herself of that often — every time she caught herself watching him too long, or felt her stomach do a slow, ridiculous turn when he smiled at her like that. This had been her game. Her idea. Her strategy.

She had planned the first meeting.

Planned the second.

Planned the glances and the conversations and the way she leaned just a little too close at dinner, just enough to make him wonder.

But now?

Now he was saying things like that, his voice thick with something soft and careful, and it was her heart that felt like it was spiraling.

The wind picked up. He turned toward her.

“Can I ask you something?”

She tilted her head. “You just did.”

He laughed, and then he looked at her — really looked. The kind of look that made her sit up straighter. The kind of look that saw more than she was used to showing.

“Why me?”

That stopped her.

“Why you?” she echoed, buying time.

He nodded, expression unreadable. “You’re… not exactly easy to read. But you’ve stayed. You keep showing up. And I can’t help wondering why.”

She turned her face away, staring out at the water. For the first time, she didn’t have a line ready. No quip. No clever dodge.

“I guess,” she said slowly, “you surprised me.”

“How?”

She hesitated. Then:

“You’re kind.”

He blinked, like he hadn’t expected that.

“You say that like it’s rare.”

“It is.”

The silence stretched between them again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was charged. Like the edge of something unspoken.

Then, quietly:

“Can I kiss you?”

Her head snapped back toward him. The words hit her like ice and fire at the same time. She was supposed to be in control. She was supposed to decide when this happened — after a few more dates, after she made him fall harder, after she felt less exposed.

But now here he was, asking.

Not claiming. Not assuming.

Asking.

She nodded. Barely.

His hand came up, almost hesitant, brushing her hair behind her ear — his knuckles featherlight against her skin. She watched him the whole time, her breath stuck somewhere in her chest.

He leaned in, slowly, his eyes flicking to hers like he was waiting for any sign she’d pull away.

And then their lips touched.

God.

It was nothing like she imagined — and she had imagined it, many times, in far more calculated ways.

But this…

This kiss was soft. So soft it broke something open inside her.

His lips moved over hers with infinite care, like she was something fragile, precious. His hand cupped the side of her face, grounding her as she melted under his touch. There was no rush, no hunger — just quiet reverence. His other hand brushed her knee, an anchor in the moment.

And all she could think was: He doesn’t even know what he’s doing to me.

Because he was gentle. Too gentle.

And that was the thing she never planned for. That this — his warmth, his sincerity, the safety she felt when he was close — would be what undid her. Not power. Not pride. But kindness.

His lips moved against hers slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth. His hand came to rest gently at her jaw, thumb barely brushing her skin. She melted into him before she even realized it — her hands rising, clutching at the front of his jacket, pulling him closer because God, no one had ever kissed her like that before. No one had ever made her feel like the kiss was about her.

It was tender. It was warm. It was undoing her.

She felt the heat crawl up her spine, the way his breath hitched slightly when she deepened it — the smallest shift, but he followed, like it was instinct. And when he finally pulled away, just an inch, she chased after him without thinking, like gravity had shifted beneath her.

He let out a quiet laugh against her mouth, forehead pressing to hers.

“That okay?” he whispered.

She blinked, dazed. Her lips were tingling. Her whole body felt lit from within.

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Too okay.”

He smiled, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, still so close.

...

SIX MONTHS LATER

It was one of those quiet late evenings when the world outside seemed to hold its breath.

The flat they were in wasn’t hers, wasn’t his — a borrowed place in Milan between races. Wide windows, soft lighting, the kind of space that muted everything sharp. Rain had tapped at the glass earlier, and now the streets below were slick and glowing, stretching into the distance like rivers of liquid gold. Inside, it smelled faintly of cedarwood and citrus from the candle burning on the sideboard.

The TV murmured in the background, low and forgotten. Neither of them had been watching it.

Lando was lying across the sofa, his head resting comfortably in her lap. He wore a grey hoodie, soft from years of wear, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. He looked unusually still — not in the lazy, teasing way he often did, but heavy, like something was pulling him inward. She could feel it in the silence, in the way his hand barely moved against her knee.

Her fingers trailed lightly through his hair. The gesture had started absentmindedly, but now it felt like something else — something steadying.

“Long week?” she asked softly.

He nodded, his cheek pressed to her thigh. His eyes were open but unfocused, staring at the TV without seeing it.

“Yeah.”

He didn’t elaborate, and she didn’t ask. Instead, she kept running her fingers through his hair, combing back soft curls, brushing her nails gently against his scalp. A grounding rhythm. Something quiet and wordless to say I’m here.

Minutes passed like that. No need to fill the space.

Eventually, he sighed. Not the dramatic kind, but a slow release of breath like his body had finally started to uncoil.

“You make it stop,” he murmured.

Her fingers paused for just a moment.

“What?”

“Everything. The noise. The pressure. When I’m with you, I forget to worry.”

She didn’t say anything to that. She couldn’t. Because something in her chest cracked open like a secret she hadn’t meant to keep.

She looked down at him. His lashes curled slightly at the edges, dark against his skin. His lips were parted just a little, brow relaxed now. He looked nothing like the image most people saw — no cameras, no tension, no lights. Just a boy curled into her like she was the safest place on earth.

And all she could think — all she could feel — was how obsessed she was with him.

Not just the way he looked. Though God, he was beautiful. It wasn’t just his laugh or his hands or the way he’d started leaving a toothbrush at her place without ever saying it out loud. It was the way he saw her. The way he leaned in when she talked, even when she was pretending not to say anything important. The way he never pushed but always stayed.

It hit her, in that stillness, that she had done all of this — spun every web, pulled every string, laid every trap — just to have this.

To have him.

She had noticed him before he ever noticed her. Months ago. Maybe even years. Not in a fangirl way, not like the others. She saw something in him — something good. Something soft. Something rare. And she wanted it.

No. She needed it.

So she played the game. Showed up. Set the stage. Built coincidence into destiny.

And now he was lying here, curled into her lap, trusting her with the weight of his world.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, tilting his head enough to see her.

She blinked. Realized she’d gone still. Her hand found its rhythm again in his hair.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About what?” He asked softly.

She hesitated. For a heartbeat too long.

Then smiled.

“About how this started.”

He smirked faintly, eyes dropping shut again.

“You mean the part where you kept magically running into me?”

“Exactly that.”

“And now look at me,” he mumbled, shifting slightly to nuzzle closer into her leg. “Wrapped around your finger.”

She watched him for a long second.

I planned this, she wanted to say. Every step. Every glance. I built a masterpiece just to be this close to you.

But instead, she whispered, “I like you here.”

He hummed. A low, contented sound. His fingers slid into hers where they rested on his chest, intertwining loosely. A gesture full of trust. Full of home.

She stared at him. At the little freckles near his jaw. At the softness in his mouth when he wasn’t performing. At the way he gave himself to her so easily — when she had spent years clawing control out of chaos.

And suddenly it wasn’t about winning anymore. It wasn’t about strategy or seduction or proving how smart she was.

It was about him.

And how, somehow, she’d fallen in love with the very thing she thought she could control.

Her other hand came up to brush his cheek gently, just once.

He didn’t stir.

“Checkmate,”

But this time, it wasn’t a triumph.

It was a prayer.

...

THREE MONTHS LATER

The night had a quiet sort of heaviness to it. The kind that settles over two people when the world outside has gone still — long after dinner, after the laughter, after the teasing. The soft hum of a movie played in the background, flickering faint blue light across their faces. But neither of them was really watching it.

She was curled up on his couch, legs tucked under her, head tilted just enough to rest against the back cushion. Lando sat next to her, one arm slung comfortably across the back of the couch, his other hand lazily drawing circles over the blanket covering her legs. They weren’t even touching skin to skin, but his presence grounded her.

Until something in her shifted.

It started with the way her eyes stopped flicking toward the screen and instead stared through it. Like something old and rusted had creaked open inside her chest.

Lando noticed. He always did.

"You okay?” he said softly, almost tentative.

She didn’t answer right away.

“yeah I ... I’ve been thinking about something,” she said, her voice low.

“Yeah?”

She took a breath, slow and deliberate. It felt too vulnerable already. She hadn’t meant to let it rise to the surface, not tonight. But something about the stillness — the safety of his company — made it hard to bury again.

“When I was a kid,” she began, carefully, “I didn’t have friends.”

The sentence sat between them, a simple truth, and yet it felt like shattering glass.

Lando’s fingers stopped moving. He didn’t say anything. She was grateful.

“Not in the way people usually mean it,” she continued. “I had classmates, and people who tolerated me when we were assigned to work together. But no one invited me over. No one sat next to me at lunch unless the tables were full.”

Her eyes dropped to her lap. She picked at a loose thread on the blanket.

“There was this spot behind the science building. No one went there. I used to sit on the concrete steps and eat alone. Every day.”

Her voice didn’t crack. It wasn’t sad in tone — just distant. Like she’d gotten used to carrying the memory like a stone in her pocket.

“I remember thinking that if I pretended I was invisible, it would hurt less. Like if I stopped expecting to be seen… it wouldn’t matter that no one saw me.”

Lando’s hand gently moved to cover hers.

She stiffened — not because she didn’t want the comfort, but because it startled her. She wasn’t used to people reaching toward her when she showed the ugliest parts of herself.

“That’s why I plan everything now,” she said, her voice a little faster. “Why I read people, why I control the board. It’s all I’ve ever had. Strategy. Calculation. Making myself useful enough to not be ignored.”

She finally looked up. Her gaze met his.

“That’s what this was, at the beginning,” she admitted. “You weren’t an accident. I noticed you before you saw me. I learned your schedule, knew where you’d be. I… orchestrated everything.”

A pause.

“And now I’m terrified, because I don’t think I can do this if I don’t have control. I’ve never done this before. Not really.”

Her voice softened, broke just slightly at the end.

Lando’s expression didn’t change. There was no shift into discomfort, no flicker of judgment. He just looked at her like she had just told him the most beautiful, heartbreaking thing he’d ever heard.

“You don’t have to plan anything with me,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to be the smartest person in the room. You don’t have to earn me.”

She looked away. Her throat was tight.

And then he said it.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t dramatic or loud. It wasn’t declared like some cinematic moment. It was real. Gentle. Grounded.

Like it had lived inside him long before he had the words.

She stilled completely.

“You don’t,” she said, breath catching. “You love what I let you see.”

“I love you,” he repeated, firmer this time. “The you who’s scared. The you who sits behind science buildings. The you who still wonders if anyone really sees her. I see you.”

Her lip trembled, and she turned her face away, angry at herself for letting him in this deep. For needing to believe him. For wanting to.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

He leaned forward, forehead brushing hers, nose to nose, soft and steady.

“I love you.”

She didn’t cry — not then. But she blinked fast, like the weight of his words filled her lungs too full to breathe.

“Don’t say it unless you mean it,” she said, almost as if trying to scare him away.

“I do,” he said. “More than I even understand yet.”

She let her eyes close for a moment, his warmth surrounding her.

“You’re ruining me,” she said with a half-laugh, tears shining in her lashes.

“Or maybe I’m just showing you you were never broken."

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Aries in the Houses and What Ignites Your Inner Child’s Rage 🔥

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DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!!

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 1st House :

you had to be strong before you even knew what strength was. people saw your fire, your passion, your bold way of showing up, and just assumed you didn’t need comfort. so you rarely got it. you weren’t held the way you needed. you weren’t met with softness. just expectations.

your anger began as a form of defense, not aggression. you lashed out because it was the only way to say “i matter” when no one else was saying it for you.

you were punished for reacting, even when someone crossed a line. your reactions were labeled as overreactions. your “attitude” was the problem, never the disrespect you received.

you felt invisible unless you were loud, and when you were loud, you were told to tone it down. nothing you did felt right. your very being was treated like it needed adjusting or needed to be modified in order to be “acceptable”.

you weren’t allowed to just exist, you had to earn your space, justify your emotions and constantly prove that you were good enough to be heard :(

underneath all the rage is grief baby. grief from never being treated with the tenderness and kindness you deserved to be treated with. grief from being called difficult for simply having a sense of self

your inner child burns with fury anytime someone tries to define you, limit you or suggest that your essence is “too much” to be loved as it is.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 2nd House :

you were made to feel like wanting was wrong. that needing something meant you were a burden. your desires were treated like inconveniences to others.

you learned early that your worth was tied to what you could give and how little you needed in return. so you stopped asking. but over time, that silence turned into quiet resentment. your self-worth became wrapped up in your achievements and your inner child started to believe that being loved meant being useful, not simply being you.

any time someone dismisses your needs now, it reopens a wound. because you remember what it felt like to want safety, comfort, attention and be told “no” without care.

you may have had things taken from you without consent, your belongings, your choices, your time and it taught you that what’s “yours” can disappear in an instant.

you were taught that love should be earned and that even basic needs come with guilt. so now you guard your worth like a fortress, ready to fight anyone who tries to devalue you. you often equate even gentle criticism with personal rejection, because your inner child still remembers what it felt like to be blamed for simply having needs. to be told you were too much, too emotional, too demanding, when really, you were just asking to be seen.

you feel your inner child rage when people act like you should be okay with crumbs. because deep down, you know how it feels to give everything and still be told it’s not enough.

your fire is not greed. it’s the flame of someone who knows what it’s like to have to prove you deserve what should’ve been yours by right.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 3rd house :

you were interrupted more than you were heard. every time your curiosity sparked, someone dimmed it or mocked it. your thoughts weren’t seen as important, they were dismissed, corrected, or silenced.

you were told to “calm down” when you were just excited, to “speak nicely” when you were simply passionate, and to “think before you speak” when all you were doing was trying to express yourself. and if you have mercury retrograde too, the overthinking and self-doubt that followed probably became unbearable.

you may have had to compete for attention in your own home - siblings, noise, distractions and so you learned to speak louder, faster, sharper just to be noticed.

your rage stems from the belief that no one ever really listened to you. and when they did, it was to find fault, not to understand.

you carry anger from being underestimated. you had so much to say, but were treated like you were just talking too much. too fast. too out of line.

you feel a deep fury when you’re ignored or cut off because your inner child still remembers what it felt like to speak into a void.

your mind became a battleground between needing to be understood and fearing that no one ever truly will.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 4th house :

you were raised in an environment where safety came with conditions. maybe you were protected physically, but not emotionally. maybe you had to fight just to feel seen inside your own home.

you felt like you had to toughen up early and be the strong one, the independent one, the one who didn’t cry even when it hurt. there wasn’t space to be soft or be vulnerable but only to survive. so when you did need to cry, you did it in secret. because somewhere along the way, you learned that vulnerability made you weak and weak wasn’t safe.

your anger lives in your chest. it flares when people talk about “family” like it’s automatically nurturing, because to you, home was often a place of tension, not peace.

you were told what to feel and how to feel it. emotions like anger were unacceptable, unless someone else in the house was expressing it. your own feelings were either dismissed or punished.

your inner child doesn’t trust easily because they had to build their own emotional armor. they were taught love could be withdrawn without warning, so now they expect to be abandoned before they can feel safe.

you hate when people try to control your inner world, because that’s exactly what you fought to reclaim. your emotions, your space, your truth - you had to earn them.

you still burn with rage when someone tries to invade your peace because you remember a time when you didn’t have any.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 5th house :

you were told to “be careful” when you were just trying to be joyful. your spark was policed before it had a chance to grow. your creativity felt like a threat to those who didn’t understand it.

your passions were either ignored or treated like a phase. when you got excited about something, you were told to tone it down, not get your hopes up, or focus on something more “useful”.

you carry a deep, quiet anger about not being encouraged. about having to fight for your joy. about having to explain why what lit you up mattered or why something makes you feel happy.

you may have been shamed for taking up space - for being loud, expressive, emotional, theatrical. you were made to feel like loving yourself or being proud of yourself was arrogance

your inner child burns with rage when people act like your joy is frivolous, your art is childish, or your voice is “too much.” because you remember what it was like to be dimmed

you became protective of your self-expression. you learned to create in private, love in secret, or laugh only when it felt safe. but the fire never went out. you wanted romance to feel fearless, like you could love out loud without shame. but instead you were made to feel embarrassing for how openly you cared. your inner child still aches at being told their passion was too much to be loved back.

you get angry now when someone tries to shrink the very parts of you that once saved you, your passion, your confidence, your ability to feel deeply and loudly.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 6th House :

you grew up thinking rest had to be earned. that you had to do something to deserve peace. love felt like something you had to work for, like if you weren’t being useful, you weren’t worthy. so even now, slowing down makes you feel guilty, like you’re not allowed to just be.

you feel rage when you’re expected to keep going even when you’re so exhausted and tired because that’s what you were taught as a child: that tired wasn’t an excuse, and pushing through was expected.

you may have been forced into routines or responsibilities too early. the weight of being reliable was placed on you before you knew how to ask for help.

your inner child isn’t angry about working hard, they’re angry that no one noticed them unless they were achieving something. they’re hurt that love came with conditions. that they were only cared for when they were useful, never just because they existed.

you were made to feel like your needs got in the way. so now when someone tries to micromanage you, fix you, or make you feel broken for struggling, it angers you.

you feel a deep anger toward people and systems that expect so much from you but give nothing back. because that’s what you grew up with, being pushed to perform, to show up, to stay strong, with no space for how you actually felt. it still stings, being treated like a machine instead of a person.

you’re not angry because you hate structure. you’re angry because it was forced on you before you even knew who you were. you didn’t get to choose your pace, your path, or your needs and you just had to fall in line. and that pressure still lives in your body.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 7th House :

you were taught to play nice. to keep the peace. to not make things harder for anyone else. so you started shrinking yourself, holding back your anger, your truth, your needs all just to keep things smooth. and now a part of you still feels guilty for taking up space, even when staying quiet meant losing yourself.

you didn’t just crave love baby, you fought for it. you chased people who made you feel seen, even if only in fragments. your inner child still aches from the effort it took to feel chosen.

you were made to believe that being “too much” would drive people away, so you softened yourself to be accepted. and when they left anyway, the rage started to burn.

your anger isn’t about others leaving, it’s about what you gave up to make them stay. it’s about the way you betrayed yourself just to be loved.

your relationships became battlegrounds where you either lost yourself or fought to be understood. you were always either chasing or defending.

your inner child gets angry when love feels one-sided. when needing closeness is called “clingy,” or being independent pushes people away. all you ever wanted was to be loved without having to change who you are.

your inner child doesn’t fear love, they fear disappearing in it. they get angry when being in a relationship starts to feel like losing yourself. like your needs, your voice, your fire slowly fade just to keep the peace.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 8th House :

you were forced to deal with intensity before you knew what to do with it. secrets, power struggles, emotional undercurrents, you felt them all, but no one taught you how to name them.

you weren’t allowed to be fragile, even when life broke you open. people expected you to “handle it,” to not fall apart, to be strong for others while your own wounds were ignored.

your inner child rages when people try to pry you open without earning it. because you remember what it felt like to be emotionally invaded, violated, or exposed before you felt ready.

you had to deal with your emotions on your own from a young age. no one was there to hold you through the hard parts, so you learned to stay quiet and handle it yourself. now, when someone ignores your pain, it brings up all those old feelings of being unseen.

and yes even though you’ve always had to take the lead or be bold in some way or the other, there’s still fear in doing things on your own. deep down, you worry that if you fall, no one will be there to catch you.

you carry rage for every time someone took from you without giving back, be it your energy, your trust, your body, your secrets. now you guard yourself because you had to.

you burn when people treat your silence like consent, or your strength like invincibility. because your inner child still remembers what it’s like to be strong and terrified at the same time.

you’re not cold my love, you’re a fire that’s been contained for survival. and anyone who tries to control your emotional power will feel the heat you buried long ago.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 9th House :

you were told what to believe before you even knew you had a choice. you didn’t get to ask “why” , you just had to accept it, even when it didn’t sit right. deep down, your inner child still aches for the freedom to think for yourself, to explore, to believe in something that actually feels true.

your curiosity was mistaken for rebellion. your need to explore, challenge, and curiosity were treated like a threat instead of a strength.

you were punished for thinking differently, maybe not directly, but through subtle disapproval, shame, or being made to feel like your dreams were unrealistic, immature, or selfish.

your inner child still rages when people try to box you in, when your beliefs are belittled, or when your vision is met with cynicism.

you learned to hide how big you really are. how much you want. how far you’d go if no one held you back. and that suppression built into resentment.

you feel a deep anger when people assume they know more than you just because they’re older, more “qualified,” or louder, because you’ve always known your truth, even when no one else respected it.

you were born to roam, to question, to reach for more than what you were handed. but growing up, every time you wanted something different, you were told to settle down, to follow the rules, not your heart. your inner child still burns with anger when your freedom is treated like a flaw, or when your curiosity is met with shame instead of support.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 10th House :

you were expected to succeed before you even had the chance to mess up. the pressure started early, to get it right, to be the best. and somewhere along the way, you started to believe that being loved meant always performing, always achieving.

your identity got tangled with productivity. you were praised when you got it right, but not held when you got it wrong. so you learned to equate mistakes with failure of character.

you became the strong one, the driven one, because it felt like the only way to be safe. like if you slowed down or showed weakness, everything would fall apart. now it stings when people call you “too much” or act like your ambition is just about ego, they don’t see what it’s protecting.

your inner child burns with rage every time someone calls you “intense” for simply caring. for giving your all. for wanting to be more.

you were never allowed to slow down without feeling like you were falling behind. now, you carry a fire in your chest that never cools, even when you’re exhausted.

you’re angry because no one saw how heavy it was to carry so much alone. they just applauded the outcome, never the sacrifice.

you don’t rage because you want to dominate. you rage because you never felt free to define success on your own terms.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 11th House :

you always felt like you had to earn your place in the group. friendships didn’t come with ease, they came with performance, people-pleasing, or being the one who took initiative every time.

you felt invisible in spaces where you wanted to belong the most. the rage didn’t come from rejection - it came from being overlooked, underestimated or used when convenient.

you were the one who fought for the friend group, who planned, who showed up but rarely felt like anyone would fight for you back.

your inner child gets furious when people treat you like an afterthought. because you know how deeply you craved community, and how painful it was to be excluded from it.

you get angry when people only like parts of you. when they love your energy but ignore your truth. when they want your spark, but not who you really are. it makes you feel used, not seen.

you learned that being authentic often meant being alone. and that made you furious, not because you wanted to fit in, but because you had to choose between being seen and being accepted.

you still carry rage for every space that made you shrink yourself just to be part of something bigger and now, your soul refuses to do it again.

❤️‍🔥 Aries in the 12th House :

you weren’t allowed to show how angry you were. or how afraid. or how loud your inner world was. so you buried your fire where no one could reach it, not even you.

your inner child doesn’t throw loud tantrums, it stays quiet and burns inside. it shows up in your overthinking, in your random mood swings, in dreams you can’t explain. the anger is real, even if no one sees it.

you were always told you were too much, and too sensitive at the same time. so now, when people say “don’t take it personally” or “just let it go,” it stings because no one ever made it feel safe to feel that deeply in the first place.

you’ve carried battles you couldn’t name. inherited wounds. unspoken grief. emotional weight that was never yours to begin with. and your inner fire has been used to keep others warm at your own cost.

you feel anger at your own silence. at how long it’s taken you to speak. at how many times you swallowed truth to keep peace. you didn’t want peace, you wanted to be heard, your inner child wanted to be heard.

you rage quietly at the way people romanticize being “low-maintenance” or “chill,” because you know what it’s like to suppress your needs until they feel like ghosts.

you are a storm disguised as stillness. and the world doesn’t know how lucky it is that you learned how to control your fire but your inner child still wonders why you ever had to.

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I don't 100% agree.

Frozen 2, to me, says that you can love your family and be willing to do anything for them, but that it's also okay to do things for yourself. There's no reason to stay trapped somewhere you don't feel you belong for fear of losing out on love you spent so long yearning for. Rather, the feeling of acceptance and understanding that comes from being told 'it's okay, you can go, and you can be sure you'll have love with you on your journey, and when you come back the love will still be there'.

Ralph Breaks the Internet, to me, conveys a similar message, but more friend oriented. You're allowed to love your friends, and you're allowed to want your friends near your heart, but you're not allowed to hold them back, because that's not something friends should do unless it's in the friend's best interest or safety. Love does not vanish because you're apart, it only vanishes if you allow it to. It's better to see your friends a little less if it means they're happy than to see them every day while they're wasting away. When someone allows you into their life they do not give you control over it, and it is every person's duty to understand that.

Toy story 4, to me, is iffy. I thought the third installment was a wonderful ending, about saying goodbye when the time came to help someone else. However, the fourth movie did give me a pleasant story.

Woody spends the first movie figuring out that love isn't divided between friends, rather multiplied. He is afraid of losing his place as Andy's main toy and the chief among the toys, but it's his own fear that displaces him, and then when he stops focusing on what the right thing for him is and does the right thing for everyone involved he finds himself newly surrounded by the love he was so afraid of losing. He learns that he is not a leader because he's important, rather he's a leader because he sees EVERYONE is important.

The second movie Woody almost leaves, but realizes that it is not his time to go because Andy still needs him. His friends still need him. But how can he leave his new friends, who know him as he doesn't even know himself? Who are in want of love and acceptance? He can't, but he CAN bring them to Andy, to Andy's toys, because that's the most loving and accepting place he knows. He doesn't even have to fully explain himself because he's just that sure of it. It's the best he can do for everyone involved.

The third movie shows us Woody desperately trying to keep his friends together and sane because Andy is grown and well, they had a good run. Andy gave them all a home, but they made each other family. Even when they lost other toys along the way, the focus has to be in staying together and staying strong. And when they're taken to the daycare and Woody sees that his friends are excited and safe (as far as he knows), he goes 'well, that's the best decision for everyone involved', because if he was going to be the only one going with Andy anyway, then the least he can do is let his friends be happy even if that means letting them go.

And then when he finds out the truth he goes back in because it's the right choice to make, and he gets them out. But there's no place for his friends with Andy anymore, so what's next? Woody takes it upon himself to find his friends a new home, but how are they going to hold up now that they've been traumatized? Andy is, once again, grown. Andy no longer needs Woody, but Buzz and the others do. So Woody says the most painfully beautiful goodbye he can to Andy - his whole world - because he knows the value of a leader is to lead those who have lost their way.

In the fourth movie, we see that Woody is struggling with letting go of his position. Bonnie doesn't quite find a true interest in him, and he is constantly left behind, but he sucks it up because that's the best decision for everyone involved. But then Forky kind of gives him a temporary purpose. He can give Forky, who is Bonnie's main interest now, the knowledge he gained from being Andy's main interest for many a year, and then he'll be useful again. But then a bunch of things happen and you know what? All of the knowledge he has has already been passed down, just not in a way he had even realized. His friends (Buzz, Jessie, and co.) learned so much from watching and interacting with Woody, but they learned together, and everyone learned different aspects of Woody, because unlike Woody, they didn't have to carry everything alone. Without meaning to Woody created a place where everyone could coexist and take on different roles, because Woody taught them that EVERYONE MATTERS.

And in the end, Woody is a leader without anyone to lead, because his team is a network that can assess a situation together and find a solution together. But that doesn't mean he's no help. He helped the toys in the fair, and he helped Gabby Gabby not just by giving up his voice box, but by understanding her wishes and helping her achieve her goal when an opening popped up. And when he's about to leave Bo, it's not Woody himself who decides to stay - it's Buzz who tells him that it's okay to stay, because Bonnie will be fine. It doesn't mean his friends no longer love him or want him around. It means they understand him and support him no matter what. That it's okay to be selfish when nobody gets hurt from it. That what Woody wants matters, too. That Woody matters, too.

Woody stays with the childless toys not because he doesn't love Bonnie and his friends, but because that's where he fits in now. Andy was his kid, and his kid grew up. He tried to live alongside Bonnie, and it worked out for a bit because he had his friends and his friends were happy, but it wasn't a place for HIM. But he accepted it for a while because he wanted to make sure his friends were okay. And when his friends realized this they said 'hey, it's okay. We're okay. And we'll be okay. Now it's your turn to be okay'. And I think that's beautiful.

I have yet to see Lilo & Stitch (2025), but to be frank I'm very against live action remakes and will probably be very angry about it if I do see it, so that's that I guess.

Frozen: After years of longing I am finally reunited with my sister whom I love.

Frozen II: Bye.

Wreck-It Ralph: After years of abuse and neglect I've made a friend who admires and respects me.

Ralph Breaks The Internet: Bye.

Lilo and Stitch: After years of struggle and trauma I've made friends who admire and respect me and I can stay united with my sister whom I love.

Lilo and Stitch (2025): Bye.

Disney, do you have something you need to talk about? Any issues? Anything at all?

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Little Doe (2)

It’s day 7 of Hoseok’s heat and you agree to indulge in one of his many fantasies.

Word Count: 3.644

Warning: smut, hybrid/shifter universe, wolf hoseok, doe/deer reader, heat/rut sex, dirty talk, licking, rough oral sex/face fucking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, knotting, biting, impregnation/breeding kink, consensual non-con, creampie,

Part One | Taglist | Alternate Universe Masterlist

Jung Hoseok was a predator shifter. A wolf. 

Nothing got Jung Hoseok’s blood pumping more than running through these very woods that he lives deep within. He knew them like the back of his hand. After all, this is the very land he and his pack run along all the time.

It’s why Hoseok knows that you wouldn’t get far from him - not at all. If it was one thing Hoseok loved - especially during his heat where his wolf was most active - was a game of chase. Like cat and mouse.

Though, this chase was between wolf and doe. 

Your breathing hitches and your legs were aching. You’re unsure how long you’ve been running, but you were growing tired by the second. Though you had to admit that your own blood was pumping with adrenaline. When Hoseok, on the final day of his heat, asked if he and you could act out a fantasy - one that he’s kept bottled up deep within him, you were curious. He had offered to pay you more if you agreed on the idea, stating that it wasn’t, in his own terms, ethical. 

You agreed, your safe word being a goofy word you and he had come up with as Hoseok wouldn’t be listening if you said “no” or “stop”, though you doubt you would be.

On the second day when you had woken up to a throb in your neck, you instantly noticed when you looked in the mirror. You, to avoid the awkward conversation, had decided to ignore it - for now. You continued on with dealing with Hoseok and his heat like nothing had happened.

Of course, you and Hoseok would have to talk about it eventually. But as of right now…

You dodge tree branches and a few times almost manage to fall right on your face. Your speed isn’t as fast as it once was, nor was it fast enough to outrun a wolf, but you were determined to get as far as you could.

Hoseok can smell you. A natural herbal scent that only those like you - prey shifters - possess. At times, your scent would naturally blend into that of the forest, but your scent was one he could never forget.

Hoseok can sense you not too far away. He can hear your running feet hitting against the grassy ground, dodging trees and branches in your way. Your pounding heart was just as loud as your gasping moans - something he could sense no matter how far away you were. Those desperate pulls of oxygens you take to keep air in your burning lungs. 

Hoseok understands it was one of the many aspects of the mating mark - if you ever accepted him, you would hear him just as the same. Hoseok doesn’t want to think of that right now as he is fully prepared to let you go tomorrow when this is all over.

Your senses are tingling, your nose twitching to detect Hoseok in the shadows. Your ears perk at the sound of rushing footsteps right behind you. You hear him, the sound of faint growling right behind you. Your body aches with exhaustion, begging for you to stop and allow yourself a break - but that would only mean that the beast chasing you would have a feast.

Silence erupts behind you when your feet give out, causing you to fall right on your face. Your ears don’t capture the heavy footsteps any longer and it’s silent.

Eerily silent, you think, your pumping heart appearing louder than the forest surrounding you.

Suddenly, without warning, you feel weight on your body, crushing you between him and the ground. There’s teeth on your neck, dangerously close to the mark and a faint growling in your ear. Hoseok’s breath is warm, causing goosebumps to slowly draw along your skin. “Got you.” Hoseok growls against your neck, his hips snapping into you. You can feel his bulge, already hardened against your ass. A sign that he was ready to take you again - and again and again.

Hoseok understood that he came to you because you were a prey. That you were so submissive that you wouldn’t fight him - and you weren’t at all. He was a predator and all predator shifters had the same thoughts. It excites him that your body vibrates with fear, even if you and he both know that he wasn’t going to hurt you - ever.

“Pretty little doe like you…” Hoseok’s tongue licks along your neck. It shoots straight to your core, causing a throbbing heartbeat to form. “...all alone out here.”

Hoseok’s cock is throbbing, ready to burst out of his pants and bury itself deep inside of you. To claim you as his over and over again - but he needs to be patient. You’re the only prey he knows that would ever indulge him in something like this and he doesn’t want to ruin it by devouring you so easily. It was the last day of his heat afterall, and it’s never as unbearable as the first few days.

You don’t process how Hoseok manages to turn you around, your back crashing into the ground and him hovering right above you. His expression is crazed, dark eyes peering down at you just like a predator would their prey. Though, his wish to devour you was something entirely different, a tint of sultriness in those dark orbs.

You did exactly what Hoseok wanted you to do, squirm underneath his tight embrace, a look of terror in your eyes. If you didn’t agree to be a part of this before, it would otherwise showcase how terrified you were.

Rough fingers rip through your shirt - a thin fabric you wore just for the sake of this moment. Your breast spews out easily, no bra in sight. Hoseok salivates at the sight of them as if he hasn’t marvelled at it all week.

You try to keep the moan between your lips when Hoseok’s calloused hands capture both breasts roughly. He squeezes them, groaning at how good they felt in his palms. He licks his lips, his mouth growing more and more wet as he salivates just like a wolf would.

Hoseok nudges his knee between your legs, your clothed cunt right against him. He feels the way it throbs against him, begging for any form of friction. 

“You…you’re so pretty.” Hoseok growls, his face coming closer to her. “Your cunts so wet. No matter how far you run, I’d always smell you.” he chuckles. “You’re lucky I told my pack to leave, little doe, who knows who would’ve captured you out here.”

Your heart jolts at Hoseok’s words. The thought of being in these woods which are so unfamiliar to you that are littered with wolves like him causes your heart to pound so rapidly. It’s Hoseok’s scent, so close and dominating, yet inviting, that calms your nerves down. You swallow the lump in your throat, your thighs closing against Hoseok’s.

Hoseok’s hands leave your chest to quickly tug at your shorts. Like your shirt, they’re ripped entirely and thrown aside without a care. Cotton panties stick right against you, your pussy soaked with arousal that has Hoseok chuckling. “Aw, little doe. Did the chase turn you on?” 

You gasp when Hoseok presses himself right against you, his eyes burning into your face. His cock is so hard. You’d think even you would grow tired of the same cock impaling you from various positions - but you hadn’t. Not when Hoseok was such a good fucker; so intentive with a dirty mouth coming from heart-shaped lips. 

And even now, when Hoseok allows himself to push himself away from you enough to peel his own shirt off. His skin is always so warm, covered in only a bit of scars due to scuffles he had over the years. You pondered just how many wolf shifter women fawned over him - and how they’d react upon realizing he had mated with a doe shifter. 

“I knew where you were the entire time. Isn’t that fascinating?” Hoseok’s deep voice rumbles through her ears, bringing her back to the lustful reality. “I could hear your heart beating so loud. So afraid.  You doe’s are much lighter on your feet than us wolves…”

Hoseok’s pants are next to go, leaving him in tight boxer briefs that look seconds from falling apart. His cock is so big, you think, your own mouth salivating at the sight. You were supposed to play into the fantasy of the scared little doe - and though you were terrified of Jung Hoseok as a wolf naturally, you were far from fearing for your life. 

“But no matter how fast you ran, I was always faster.” 

Slender hands grip the waistband of his boxer briefs. Your eyes are trained on what's next - his cock springing out and bouncing off of his abdomen. His tip is so pink and angry, the familiar oozing of ore-cum leaking and sliding down his shaft. 

It’s so beautiful , you think, your cunt throbbing. 

“You’re so scared, little doe, yet so horny.” Hoseok inhales the sweet aroma of your pussy - so wet and ready. “Talk to me.”

“I-I…” you lick your lips, attempting to look away from his cock - the same cock you saw time and time again. It was hard. “…I don’t want…to?”

Your cheeks burn with warmth. You weren’t good at being the scared little thing he wanted you to be, but Hoseok isn’t upset. His lips curl upward in an amused smirk. 

“You do.” Hoseok coos. “You want to be fucked right here against the ground until you’re burrier with my pups.”

Hoseok was better at this, you note. You swallow, pussy clenching on nothing.

“P-Please,” you whimper, glossy eyes widening. 

Hoseok chuckles, finding you to be cute - and not following any directions for this roleplay. But he wasn’t upset, quite the opposite. He kikes that you’re comfortable enough to put your natural instixts on the back burner. 

Hoseok can still be rough as he wants - you’d let him. 

A slender, but rough hand wraps around his cock. Your eyes watch unblinking as he pumps it, coming closer to your face. He already knows you're salivating, wanting a taste of him. 

“Open your mouth.”

Hoseok’s demand doesn’t go unnoticed. Almost immediately do you comply , opening your mouth wide. Your tongue pokes out, already knowing that it was going to take everything for you to take his cock.

Hoseok doesn’t hesitate. He shoves his cock right into your warm, wet mouth. The sight of you alone was so slutty, he thinks, your mouth opening wider to fit him all. His tip hits the back of your throat, but you don’t fuss or complain - you were such a good little doe.

Hoseok’s hand digs into your hair, keeping your head steady as his hips rock back and forth. 

Those eyes, Hoseok thinks. Those big, innocent doe eyes that stare up at him so innocently. So sultry…glossy, teary eyes that grow even wetter with each snap of his hips. Your tongue twirls around his cock, suckling him deeper and deeper. His groans and grunts increase, sounding throughout the deep forest. Your gags mix in with it, drool trickling down the corners of your lips.

“You’re doing so good, little doe. I knew you wanted a cock in your mouth.” Hoseok growls, pumping his cock deeper in you.

Your thighs are wet with arousal, your nipples hardened. This lewd act of aggression is such a turn on, you think. Who knew you’d be so open with a predator shifter?

Hoseok gives a final thrust, his cock deep in your throat. You gag around it, your eyes blinking away the tears. You hadn’t noticed that your fingers were digging into the grassy dirt beneath you, your chest rising and falling. 

“If I’m going to cum anywhere, it’s going to be right inside of you.” Hoseok loosens his grip onto your hair. A hand touches your cheek, finding that even now did you look cute - even with glossy eyes and a cock in your mouth.

It takes Hoseok another moment to remove his cock, and when he does you finally are able to breathe. A bit of saliva pools from your mouth and drops onto your chest, your breathing becoming rigid as you attempt to calm it. 

You blink a few times to get rid of the tears. You cough a few times before licking your lips.

“Where’s your pack?”

Hoseok furrows a brow for a moment. “Not here,” he responds. “I sent them away. They won’t be back until tomorrow.”

That was good, you think. Though a part of you felt bad for having them go away from home because of you - they would have stayed nearby if you were another wolf, or at least a predator. 

With all the power you could muster - compared to Hoseok, it was like a small child pushing him away - you manage to squirm from beneath him. 

For a moment, Hoseok watches you with curious eyes - until he realizes that you’re running away from him. You aren’t as fast as before, still attempting to catch your breath. A growl seeps from his throat, a natural instinct a predator has to a running prey, and he knows you’re doing this to further excite him.

Like before, your legs give out and your bare chest hits the mossy ground. You didn’t get far, but you were fully prepared for the man to capture you like his natural instincts desired.

Your hips are forced upwards, your face against the ground. Your thighs are ripped apart so Hoseok could shove his face right between your legs, his tongue licking between slick folds. 

You shudder, a shiver running up your back. The hair on your skin stiffens, your thighs trembling with satisfaction. His tongue devours your clit entirely, wet muscle gliding up and down, teasing your clenching hole. When he’s not teasing your hole - wishing it was his cock impaling you from behind - his tongue was circling your clit in rushed, deep motions. His nails are digging into the soft flesh of your hips, left hand roughly trailing from your hips, to your lower back to your ass. He grips it into his palm harshly. Possessively. 

Hoseok grunts against your pussy, sharp nails digging into your flesh deeper and deeper at the sounds of your lewd moans. 

Hoseok is addicted - he knows he is. The way you taste for him, so sweet and delicious that always leaves his mouth watering. Your scent intoxicates him each and every time he inhales. He swears it's because of the stupid mark on your neck that leaves him so inthralled by you.

“H-Hoseok!” you yelp, your stomach clenching, your eyes rolling. He hasn’t stopped - not even to catch his breath. He doesn’t even allow you to pull yourself away. He would only growl and press you further onto his tongue.

You’re unsure how this was going to end. Hoe you could go back to work like nothing happened - how you could further entertain other men; preferably prey shifters. You couldn’t be with another predator and not think about Hoseok. 

How would you deal with the mark on your neck? 

Juices run down your thighs in a trembling mess. Your breathing increases and your nails dig into the dirt - you were going to have to bathe twice when Hoseok was done with you out here, you’re sure. With a few more wet laps of your swollen bud, Hoseok pulls himself back with every muscle he could fiber, against his wolf’s wishes.

“So slutty,  little doe.” Hoseok licks his lips of your arousal. There’s a natural growl in his throat as he looks down at you hungrily. “Dripping all over the ground.”

You whimper when you feel fingers rub along your already swollen clit. Hoseok’s dark eyes observe the way your hole clenches and unclenches, wishing you had something deep inside of you. You’re so wet, that he’s sure that he could sink in you right now and fill you just how you want. He could fill you so deep with his knot - Hoseok’s throat grumbles.

“You’re so…” Hoseok inhales deeply, taking in your sweet aroma. If there were anyone else in these woods, they would surely be just as intoxicated by you like he was. 

Hoseok would have to kill them.

“...so enticing, my little doe.” Hoseok continues with a low hum. “Your skin is so soft and…your scent so strong. It’s driving me crazy.”

Hoseok places his fingers into his mouth, twirling his tongue around his digits to further taste you. He shudders. 

“-seok…” Hoseok only manages to hear the last part of his name. He blinks a few times, his eyes focusing on you. “...please fuck me.”

Hoseok exhales. Your back is already arched, thighs pushed apart. Your tight hole welcomes him fully.

“You’re so bad at pretending to be scared, little doe.” Hoseok murmurs. He liked the idea of you not being terrified of him like you were when you first smelt his scent. Even if his natural predatory instincts like the chase, he likes the way your body wants him even more.

“Stay right there.” Hoseok grumbles, positioning himself closer to you. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want, my little doe.”

You don’t need any preparation. You’re wet enough that Hoseok pounds right into you all at once. He pants, his eyes squeezing shut. His hands find your waist easily and he begins to rut his hips back and forth. 

You cry out in pure pleasure. It’s something so indecent about getting fucked out in the open like this. You were told that only predators were obscene like this, but that was by an uppity prey shifter who never actually slept with a predator. 

Now, having fucked Hoseok time and time again in under a short amount of time, you’re unsure if you could ever see yourself enjoying fucking anyone else. Would they be as rough as him? As vulgar in the way they spoke? As dominant? As intensive?

Your pussy squelches loudly, Hoseok’s cock ramming in and out of you in such a rapid movement. Your soft flesh is already bruised by him, but you aren’t bothered. “Your pussy missed being fucked, hasn’t it?” Hoseok spats. “It’s only been a few hours.”

Hoseok’s thrusts are punishing and he has the stamina of a wolf that never lets him down. You’re unable to form actual words, instead focusing on breathing through your moans. Your head is in your arm, fully allowing him to have you whichever way he truly wanted you.

“Who knew a little prey like you would be able to take me the entire week.” Hoseok continues, his throat forming even more growls. “How are you going to go back to work with my scent all over you, little doe? My hand marks all over such pretty skin. Who would want to deal with you then?”

You gasp out when your hair is pulled, drawing you back. Hoseok’s thrust isn't finished yet. No, he manages to go even deeper, his cock plunging in and out of your wet pussy that has your eyes rolling. Your chest bounces rapidly, moan’s dancing off of the tall trees. 

“Why, little doe?” Hoseok growls. He’s close to your neck again - close to the mark. His tongue trails around your shoulders. Your skin litters with goosebumps, his warm breath tickling it. “Why are you so tempting?”

“Ho…seok.” you moan out. Your hand touches his thigh for support.

“I don’t think I could let you go, little doe.” Hoseok places his own hand against the lower part of your stomach. You can feel his cock seemingly expanding, punishing thrusts growing deeper and deeper. “I think I’ll keep you here with me forever…” he grunts.

Your walls tighten around Hoseok’s cock, your own lustful thoughts finding that extremely hot, even if the sane part of you knew that it wasn’t possible. 

“...keep you nice and pregnant with my pups.”

Hoseok’s hand begins to rub your stomach, shaking his head. He couldn’t help it. His rut was made to impregnate someone, and you so happened to be that someone. He hasn’t stopped thinking about how gorgeous you’d look while pregnant - so round and swollen and flush. Your breast increasing overtime along with your stomach, full of milk for his children.

Fuck, Hoseok wasn’t going to last long. He never did when he thought about breeding you - but then he’d be ready to go again in another ten minutes and repeat the process.

“Or maybe a little fawn.” Hoseok’s teeth finds your neck again, sinking down on the mark. “Little fawn that looks just like you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” you squeal - of course you would. You’d be down for anything as long as he fucked you like this.

“I bet you would.” Hoseok grunts, his teeth sinking even deeper against you. 

Your body is pressed onto the ground again, Hoseok rutting his hips deeper and deeper into you. Juices pooled out of you, coating the already wet ground beneath you. 

Your eyes clenched shut as Hoseok’s sloppy thrust came to a sudden halt, warm liquid spilling into you. Hoseok’s hand doesn’t remove itself from your stomach, if anything he holds onto you tighter, his teeth never leaving your neck.

This is what wolves did, you think. To mate. You knew better than to move away from him at such a primal time like this. He had to satiate his wolf and knotting you was the way to do that. The pressure is uncomfortable, sure, but you aren’t complaining as you should be. The act, as your senses begin to clear, only confuse (and frighten) you even more as you’re unsure how you were going to break the bond with Hoseok - and if his wolf would even allow it.

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‘Busy Woman’ - Katsuki Bakugou

summary: the only way you can get your ex-boyfriend katsuki out your head is if you keep yourself busy, busy, busy.

pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader (also besties mina, uraraka, jirou and momo)

themes & cw: angst, ex-lovers, alcohol consumption, smut, dirty talk, biting, praise etc

word count: 5k

a/n: hi friends, remember me? i’ve recently regained my love for writing again and i really missed this fandom and this account. i hope to write much more in the coming future and thank you always for the support and love i have received before and during my hiatus. you’re all lovely souls, enjoy <3

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You stared at your phone screen through your cocoon of your blankets as the girls group chat lit up. Persistent pleadings from them all to come to dinner tonight, ‘just us girls’—‘for old times sakes’.

You can’t help but let your heart swell at their desperate begs to just see you. You, however, decide to send a photo of yourself wrapped in your robe, blankets, pillows, and puffy eyes from which was the last reminder that you were crying about your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend Katsuki Bakugou not even half an hour ago.

The heart reacts flood in despite you noting that this photo was forever for this groupchat’s eyes only, until Mina sends a rather threatening text.

Mina: That’s it, Uraraka and I are on our way.

Surely there was no getting out of this now.

Their arrival was swift, too swift in fact that you have to presume Mina must’ve sped her way there. They’re onto you in seconds, having been with you throughout most of the breakup anyway but this was the first time you’d been out in a long long time.

Prepped with hands full of outfits and eyeliner, they got right to work—after urging you to take a shower and being handed every exfoliator, moisturiser and essential oil known to man by Mina. Happy with their work, they set on doing their own makeup with you. Telling you about their lives, carefully dodging Bakugou in every concept even though your circles were so close.

As Mina stands, looking perfect with a dark rose lipstick and spiky eyelashes—offers to do your hair whilst you scroll through your phone. Graciously, you accept, giving a questionable look to her though at the monster of a hairspray can she had brought with her.

The three of you idly hum along to Uraraka’s ‘Hype Getting Ready Mix’ until you refresh your instagram. Bakugo’s familiar profile picture hovers beneath your thumbs and—hiding the phone deftly in front of your face—you click.

You see the clinking of pint glasses, the caption written in a bold literature font in the middle:

Cheers. Onto bigger and better things.

Ouch. You could feel yourself obliterate into a million pieces as the timer ran out and moved onto another story. You don’t even realise how much you’re welling up into the first tear spills and you hear yourself sniff. Mina, noticing your silence from a song the three of you normally sung together all the time pipes up.

”Y/N? What’s wrong?”

Her eyes glance down to your phone screen, Bakugo’s profile picture greyed out from whence you last viewed it. Putting down her tools, she picks your phone up and replays it for her own viewing—brow furrowed the whole time. It feels like years before you speak again, Uraraka staring at you both as she’s also just viewed it for the first time.

”Did you guys just invite me out so I wouldn’t see this?” You mumble, half accusatory but it loses its vigor towards the end of your sentence.

”Of course I knew they were going out—“ Mina bites the inner part of her cheek in anger. “Just not that he’d be a douchebag.”

”He just got a promotion at the agency he’s at.” Uraraka pipes up, she’d probably heard as much from Izuku. “Maybe it’s about that.”

That quells your nerves for a moment, what had you even ever done but love that man for him to say something like that. No, he wouldn’t—couldn’t—be that cruel.

”Yeah you’re right.” You give a half smile to your friends but it does nothing to stop one tear that rolls down your cheek as you tilt your head to look at them both.

Mina tuts sarcastically, running to your bathroom before running back with a tissue.

”Well aren’t I glad I used my waterproof setting spray?”

You can’t help but giggle at her.

”Look,” she starts softly, “you can cry about him, or you can turn into someone he’s scared to know.”

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Dinner is fantastic. You didn’t realise how much the laughter filled you up, leaning on these girls you’ve been with for most of your life. Nothing matters apart from the conversation, the memories, the food and oh god the expensive wine Momo’s decided to get for the table. It’s delectable, all of it, and you lap up every moment as if it would be your last.

Jirou’s jokes make your ribs hurt, Mina reveals that she’s brought her Polaroid camera—one of her new impulse purchases. You smile at the group of you all for the camera, the waiter cracking a joke and taking a good few of you all. Mina passes them around the dinner table after dessert and during cocktails so everyone can take a picture for you all to keep.

You arrange them all prettily on your story, Momo adding little drawings over your shoulder whilst Jirou argues over what the choice of music should be when you posted it. And no matter what they said, you were happy with however they wanted it to look. You post it on your story with no care in the thought, watching as Mina calls the waiter over again for another round of cocktails.

You accept your fruity little drink from Mina with a cheeky glance, quickly looking at your phone. That’s when the tonne of bricks hits you again.

Missed call from Katsuki Bakugou.

Momo feels you tense beside her, her eyes flickering from your phone to back to you.

”You’re not going to call back are you?”

”No, of course not.” You roll your eyes with your words, as if the statement was obvious. But you could see the sad smiles from Uraraka and Mina across the table.

It also didn’t particularly help that after 3 more cocktails and a couple shots, mouth slurring over your words you whispered to Mina:

“I’d take him back in a heartbeat, Min.”

She says nothing, but gives you a soft smile.

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A few months later, your mornings now start before the sun. You never allow your alarm to blare, only buzz you awake. Taking the morning at its fullest, moisturiser, black coffee with a splash of oat milk. Your favourite book on your coffee table.

Your calendar was always filled to the brim—pro hero meetings, workouts, late-night dinner with the girls. You would even double book yourself sometimes just to avoid that quiet. Giggling at brunch with a pair of Mina’s oversized sunglasses, crystalline goblets filled with mimosas catching the light. At the end of the day, you’re posting a story for your new growing pro-hero fame. Leaning against a rooftop railing, a contemplative song you’d always loved in the background.

Yet the truth is always tucked between the lines. The way you always leave one headphone out, just in case a familiar voice might call your name. The way you still keep your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ after that dinner. Not because you really want peace—but because you’re not fully sure if you could take seeing his name lighting up your screen again.

Your fans call you inspiring. Glowing. Strong.

They don’t see your late nights, where you lie in bed with your phone hovering over your face, thumb dangling over old messages you can’t bring yourself to delete.

They don’t see the moments you catch yourself in your reflection and remind yourself,

You’re not them anymore. You’re not the person he left.

Mina catches you deep in thought sitting on the Shinkansen with her and Jirou, clicking her fingers in your face as you remember what’s happening. Yes, clubbing with the girls.

”Are you okay with that Y/N?” Mina asks you, her brow threatening to furrow as she holds back her worried expression. “Kiri said he might not even show up, he didn’t reply to their texts.”

And oh yes, Mina said that the boys were probably going to be there too.

“Yeah,” You reply a little breathless, shaking your head to her as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet, “I’m here to dance with my girls after all!”

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The thrum of the bass and the spill of the lights is so very enticing. Almost all anxiety washes away as Jirou and Mina take you hand and hand through the crowd of people to the bar. After a few drinks for confidence—not that Mina needed any—you were finally pulled on the dance floor.

Feeling as if every arm movement changed the note and the colour of the lights and hearing the two girls beside you whoop and holler at your well fitted club outfit—you couldn’t help but smile. Only every now and then would your eyes check the door. A glance. A flicker. Just in case.

”It’s my round!” You shout over the heavy thrum of a song you three weren’t particularly excited to dance to, you waver them on over to follow you to the bar. Mina gestures that she’s going to head to the bathroom and meet Jirou and you there for her drink.

You lean across the bar so the bartender can hear you over the music to order your drinks and try your best to chat to Jirou over the music. Until Mina, a little breathless, slips back to you two.

“Boys are here.” She winces a tad before adding gently, “Bakugou included.”

The world doesn’t spin. It slows.

”I said my hellos, but told them that we’re in the mood for dancing so we’re busy just now.” Mina gives you a little wink as the bartender places your drinks down.

”Anything else?” He questions, reaching for the card machine. You look to the crowd, then your friends before biting your lip and turning back to him.

”Could I get 3 tequila shots as well please?”

This earns a whoop from the girls. You pay, each take your shot and make your way to the busiest part of the dance floor, begging to be hidden with the crowd of bodies. Yet, as the heat of the dancing and the alcohol take over you, you can’t help but let loose—especially considering Jirou and Mina are.

You’re lost in the music with such a smile on your face until the crowd parts a little. And there he is. Bakugou, on the other side of the floor, flanked by Kirishima and Sero on one of the high tables at the side. You glance for a moment, hoping that you had just caught his eye by accident. But his eyes aren’t moving, just locked on you.

He doesn’t seem to give any notion to approach, so neither do you. Trying to not let Mina and Jirou notice what’s silently going on in your head. But the weight of that gaze burns.

Immediately feeling your dance moves become less focused and fun. Mina scowls toward Bakugou from across the floor, leading the three of you further into the dance pit.

”Ignore him,” Jirou’s eyes roll. “He shouldn’t get to look at you like that anymore.”

Yet, you can’t help but wonder— what was he seeing?

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Days are quieter now. The party phase has passed, but you’re still just as busy filling your life up with things—just in quieter ways. Pro-hero late night work, lighting candles and journaling in margins. Your posts are now less curated, more real: blurry sunsets, a caption about exhaustion, a book you’re rereading for the 3rd time just for comfort.

Then you see it.

A text. From him.

Bakugou: You busy?

You don’t answer, how could you? What were you to say? You pace your room until your phone vibrates on your bed again, another message:

Bakugou: Can I see you?

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It’s been months, hell, nearly a year. And Katsuki is still not over you, despite his own brain telling him it was the right thing to do to end things. He watches from a distance—never liking your posts, never commenting, but seeing them all. Your laugh, your clothes, the places he never went but promised he’d go with you. Your happiness.

At first, he told himself it was good. That you deserve this. He couldn’t give you soft things, couldn’t be gentle with his own emotions, let alone yours. But tonight he’s avoided it for long enough. He really thought he could let you go. Let you thrive. Let you forget about him. It was his own doing, and oh god how he regretted every inch of himself since the moment those words passed his lips.

But he never forgot you.

He’s watched every step of your recovery of him like a ghost—existing on the outskirts of your life always looking in. And the more you grew, the more he felt that the hollow space you left behind expanded. A hole he tore open himself.

So he decides to do something. Reckless. Without the backup, or forewarnings of Kirishima, Denki and Sero. He texts you.

You busy?

Can I see you?

He can barely believe his eyes when he sees your reply.

Y/N: It’s late Bakugou, what do you want?

Katsuki’s heart beats so loud it’s the only thing he can focus on. With bated breath, he begins his reply.

Just come downstairs okay?

There’s about 5 minutes before you respond. Each pound of his beating heart trying to escape his chest.

Y/N: ok.

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You walk towards him with a newfound calm confidence. Trying to tell yourself that you’re better than whatever this was, but at least you’re not the one at his doorstep in the middle of the night. Tension weighs like a blanket in the air. Bakugou is standing under a lamppost with the same unreadable scowl that once scared people— but not you. No, never you.

”Didn’t think you were actually here.” You say quietly. “Had to come see for myself.”

Bakugou’s eyes glint in the dark, presumably reading past your false ‘walls-up’ stature.

”Didn’t think you’d answer.” He replies with an unexpected softness.

You have nothing to say, how could you? So you stare at him in the cold night air, expecting for him to maybe slur something out to you. Presuming him to be drunk. But Bakugou has never felt so sober in his whole life as he drank in your frame. Breath hitching from the cold, your long jacket clung to your body defensively as you stare at him from across the gap between you both,

”I saw everything.” He finally admits, voice breaking through the silence. “The pictures. Your friends. The clubs. You look good, look… happy.”

You stay quiet. Let him talk.

”And it tore me up.”

Bakugou finally looks you in the eyes. The same eyes you’ve always been in love with. That fervorous red that you could read a million different emotions from that no other could.

”I messed up. I pushed you away ‘cause I thought I was protecting you. From me. From this… chaotic, fucked up version of a life we live. I couldn’t ever bear to lose you, so I pushed you away.” He continues to rant. His hands flex at his sides, sparks popping involuntarily against his palms before he forces them still. “But I never stopped thinking about you. Not once. Not even for a goddamn second.”

Bakugou’s voice breaks slightly at the end, you can tell he’s biting back tears—but he steadies himself.

”I was proud of you. Watching you become someone I couldn't touch anymore? That’s what gutted me. I couldn’t move on, couldn’t imagine what we would've been if I hadn’t let my stupid anxieties get in the way.”

He stands up straighter, stepping closer to you to enclose the gap that separated you. You hadn’t even noticed yourself, but unconsciously you found yourself pulled to him, magnetised to his words.

”I don’t want someone else. I never have never did. I just want you. Even if it’s stupid. Even if you hate me. I just need you to know.”

You could walk away, you should, but you don’t.

”You hurt me,” You finally say, voice trembling. “You really hurt me Katsuki.”

”I know.” He replies, god, he wished he could hear you say his name a million times over and he’d never be sick of it.

”But I never stopped thinking about you either.” You sigh, your eyes flittering to the ground beneath you.

Bakugou is silent, with his eyes wide and his breath caught like a fish in a net. You look up to his slightly stunned expression, taking a step forward. Just to close the distance, to where you two were barely arms length from one another.

”So now what?” You whisper.

Bakugou has no room for words anymore in his brain. He’s poured out his heart which is what he thought he was less than capable of and now he can only think to act. His answer to you isn’t words— it's his hand brushing your cheek, and his mouth finding yours in a kiss that’s equal parts apology and desperation.

Your breath catches as his lips press against yours, warmth flooding through you despite the chill in the air. For a heartbeat, you begin to stiffen—old wounds flaring—before melting into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

When you both part, you exhale shakily, his forehead coming down to rest upon yours. You try to talk, your voice is barely above a whisper, laced with reluctant affection.

"You're still such a mess, Bakugo."

Your eyes dart back to his lips, missing the feeling of them there, his warmth, his taste.

“Kiss me again.” You speak so quietly you think the wind would take your words away as if you never spoke them.

“Still so fuckin’ demanding, aren’t ya?” Bakugou’s lips curl into a smirk. There’s a low growl rumbling from his throat but there’s no real bit behind it—just heat, just hunger. His palm cups the back of your neck roughly, pulling you flush against him as his mouth crashes into yours again. This time, it’s less hesitation and more possession, all fire and urgency like he’s trying to make up for every second wasted apart. Sparkles crackle faintly against your skin where his fingers dig in, but he reigns it in, keeping the explosions simmering beneath the surface instead of letting them erupt. When he finally—reluctantly—pulls back, his breathing is ragged, pupils blown wide.

”Happy now?” He mutters, thumb swiping roughly over your bottom lip like he can’t help himself.

”Oh shut up,” You breathe, pressing another quick, teasing kiss to his mouth before leaning back just far enough to meet his burning gaze.

”I’ve got loads of lost time to make you pay for Katsuki. Don’t act like one damn kiss fixes anything.” There's a challenge in your tone, but the way your free hand traces idle patterns along his collarbone betrays your softer truth underneath—that you’d forgive him a thousand times over if it meant keeping him close like this. You shiver as another breeze hits you in the night.

”Do you want to come up to mine? Get out the cold?”

”Tch,” he grumbles, but the way his fingers immediately tighten around your waist gives him away entirely. “About time you asked.”

Without warning, he scoops you up bridal-style, ignoring your indignant squawk as he starts marching toward the building like a man on a mission.

”Quick wriggling, brat. Faster this way,” he barks, though the rough edge in his voice does nothing to hide the fact that his ears are turning pink.

You loop your arms around his neck, pressing a playful kiss to his heated ears with a breathless laugh.

“God, you’re insufferable,” You tease with an undeniable fondness in your voice. As you both reach the door, you fumble for your keys, shooting him a sly glance.

”And here I thought heroes were supposed to be patient.”

You do your best from your angle to unlock the door, Bakugou keeping his tightest grip on you as he steps in the threshold, kicking your apartment door shut harder than necessary with his foot.

”Patient? The hell kinda extras have you been hanging around with?” The second the door clicks that it’s locked, Bakugou sets you down. Pinning you against the nearest wall, caging you with his body. One hand braces your head while the other grips your thigh to hitch around his hip. His breath fans hot against your lips, voice dropping to a dangerous rasp.

”Real heroes take what they want.”

Then he’s kissing you again—deep, claiming, all tongue and teeth and zero restraint. Like he’s determined to brand himself into your memory so you never forget who owns you ever again. You gasp against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as he presses you further into the wall. Every inch of you burns under his touch, arching instinctively into him.

”Is that right?” You manage between kisses, “Prove it then, Dynamight.”

Throwing challenge down like gasoline on open flame—because if there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugou never backs down from, it’s proving he’s the best. Especially when it comes to you.

“Cheeky little shit,” he grows against your lips, pinning your wrists above your head against the wall with one large hand. His other, trails down your side possessively calloused fingertips leaving fire in their wake. Every moment or two an unrestrained spark jumps from his fingertips, his instinct taking over.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His words vibrate against your skin, and the predatory intensity in his eyes could make you melt.

Then he’s dragging you toward the bedroom with single-minded determination. Knowing the way still like he’d ever left, he works on stripping off his own shirt mid-stride because he has waited long enough. He needs to make up for everything the best way he knows how.

Laughter bubbles within you despite the dizzying rush of desire as he pulls you towards your bedroom. Your back hits the mattress, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he yanks his shirt off.

”Mmm, someone’s eager,” you purr, toeing off your shoes before reaching up for him. Your fingers trace the defined lines of his abdomen, reveling in the way his scarred muscles tense beneath your touch.

”Eager?” He grits out, catching your wandering wrist and pinning it beside your head as he cages over you. “Try fucking starving.”

His knee nudges your legs apart, settling between them with a. Low grown when he feels how affected you already are. That cocky grin of his turns downright feral as he drags his teeth along your pulse point.

“Better scream loud enough for the whole building, baby. Let them know who’s making you feel this good again.”

A sharp gasp escapes you as his teeth graze your neck, hips arching impulsively against his. Your free hand fists in his blonde spikes, tugging just hard enough to force his fiery gaze back to yours.

”As if I’d ever let anyone else try,” You say with a voice thick with promise—then you’re surging up to capture his mouth again, pouring every ounce of frustration, longing and sheer need into it.

“Damn right you won’t,” he rasps against your lips before sealing them with another searing kiss. His free hand makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, tossing them aside with impatient roughness. When skin meets skin, he lets out a guttural noise— half triumph, half desperation— as his calloused palms map every curve like he’s memorising you all over again. Odysseus returning home from war, to his Penelope. His.

Suddenly, he pauses, hovering above you with darkened eyes.

”Look at me,” he demands, voice gravelly with unchecked want. When you obey, he smirks—sharp, victorious—before grinding his hips down in one slow, deliberate roll that steals the breath from your lungs.

And oh, you do.

Back bowing off the bed as the pleasure ripples through you, a broken moan tearing from your throat at the friction. Your eyes locking onto his with defiant lust even as your thighs tremble around him.

“Only ever yours, Katsuki,” you pant, nails scoring down his bare back as you try to pull him impossibly closer. “Always yours.”

The admission hangs heavy between you—raw and honest in ways words alone could never convey. Then you’re rolling your hips up against his with matching intent, teeth sinking into your lower lip just to watch his control snap.

”Fuck—“ His entire body jerks at your movements a string of curses exploding from his lips as his composure cracks. In one fluid motion, He flips you onto your stomach, pressing you down into the mattress hit the full weight of his torso. Hot breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he nips at it, voice dripping with sinful promise.

”Say it again.”

One hand tangles in your hair, tugging just shy of painful to expose your neck for his teeth while the other slides between your thighs. He knows you like an old favourite book, reading your lines as he works expertly, relentlessly on you.

”Tell the whole goddamn city who’s making you feel like this.”

A choked cry escapes you as his hand and fingers find their mark, spine arching desperately into his touch. Your fingers claw at the sheets, knuckles whitening with the effort to hold on as pleasure threatens to consume you whole.

“K-Katsuki—!” You sob his name like a prayer, voice crackling under the onslaught of sensation. “Yours, only yours—please.”

Your voice stoops low, barely a hushed whisper as you try to compose yourself to string a sentence together. “I missed you. I need you.”

The words dissolve into a keening whine as his teeth sink into the junction of your shoulder, branding me in the most primal way possible. Stars burst behind your eyelids—coherence shattered, pride obliterated, utterly ruined by the man who swore to never let you go ever again.

”I missed you being so good for me.” Bakugou rumbles against your sweat-slicked skin, the praise gruff but achingly sincere. His pace slows just enough to savour the way you fall apart beneath him—every twitch, every gasp, every whispered plea catalogued in his mind like a trophy.

Then, with a. Brutal thrust that punches the air from your lungs, he claims you completely. “Now take what‘s yours too,” he growls, fingers interlacing with yours against the mattress as he sets a punishing rhythm designed to wreck you beyond repair.

Every nerve ending alights as your bodies move in perfect sync, your cries muffled against the pillow until you can’t take it anymore—flipping onto your back to wrap both legs tightly around his waist, forcing him deeper.

You drag his forehead to yours, your shared breaths mingling in the scant space between you both. “I wanna see you when I break.”

And oh, the sight is exquisite—his features twisted in rapture, sweat-drenched bangs clinging to his brow, those usually fierce crimson eyes glazed over with his desire. Just for you, always for you.

With one final shuddering roll of your hips, you both tip over the edge, his name torn from your lips like a vow as the world whites around you.

”Sh-shit—fuck—“ Bakugou’s entire body locks up as he follows you over, forehead pressed harshly against yours as he spills inside you with ragged groans at each spurt of his cock. For several seconds, neither of you moves—just gasping, trembling, tangled together in the aftershocks.

Slowly, he collapses atop you, his spent weight warm and grounding. His fingertips are slick with sweat and you smell that familiar nitroglycerin aroma, just like caramel. He brushes a few strands of your hair from your eyes, gently, as if you might break at any further touch.

”…Still got it.” He mumbles against your neck, smug as hell despite being thoroughly wrecked himself.

You feel laughter bubbling up despite your panting, weakly shoving at his shoulder as your limbs tingle still from the intensity of it all.

”Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head more than it already has,” You tease, tracing lazy circles on his back as he finds comfort beside you on your bed. Despite the exhaustion weighing heavy on your bones, contentment settles deep in your chest—a quiet certainty that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

A beat passes, you tilt your chin to nip playfully at his earlobe.

”…but just so we’re clear, this”—you gesture between the two of you, his eyes watching you with the same fervour as always, ready to hear your gospel—“doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for being a stubborn asshole.”

He looks a tad surprised before you add softly:

”…Stay tonight?”

”Tch.” He grunts, but there’s no real irritation behind it—just drowsy satisfaction as he shifts to pull you tighter against him. “Like I’d ever leave you again.

One arm snakes under your neck while the other drapes heavily across your waist, effectively trapping you against his chest.

”’Sides,” he mutters into your hair, voice already slurring with sleep, “Gotta remind everyone who you belong to when they hear you screaming my name again in the morning.”

You could hear his shit-eating grin even from behind you, you give a playful little elbow to his abdomen before tuckering down for sleep. Feeling like you could have the best sleep with the man you love wrapped around you once again.

Within minutes, his breathing evens out—the rare, peaceful slumber of a man, who finally got what he wanted back.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Erik Campbell X F!Reader

Just some thoughts I’ve had about intimacy with bf!Erik but am too overwhelmed and tired to write neatly into a fic so I’m spewing them here. This might be a little more self indulgent than normal with some more personal liberties but fuck I’m an alt girly who loves an alt man. It’s also just me spewing words cause I’m horny. There’s no story. Just sex. Hope yall accept this offering.

18+ under the cut, mdni, sexual content below. P in v, oral (fem receiving), spitting, choking, overstimulation, creampie (wrap it before u tap it pls), Erik is literally so gross and mean (I love it), bit of dom!erik (but we know he’s a switch, we’ll get to that), mentions of body piercings and tattoos.

WC: 1.4k

A/N: I do have some more Erik thoughts that I didn’t really fit into this post but would like to explore (some more kinks and switch behaviors perhaps?) and I have an actual longass Erik fic I will get to when uni allows. So if you want me to write more Erik def let me know.

Just thinking about how insane it is to be with Erik. Like that man is feral. You knew he was intense when you realized he did not give a fuck about pda or personal space. He would kiss you unannounced in front of people, in the street, in front of your friends, his family, it didn’t matter. He had to be touching you in some way at all times, not always sexual, sometimes it was entirely sexual. Didn’t matter, he just loved touching you in every way, that’s just simply how it was. He just loves to show everyone that you’re his girl. You knew that he was intense when you randomly caught a glimpse of your name freshly inked on his hand after a couple years of dating. You knew he had ruined you, too when you asked him to tattoo his initials on you not too after. And you knew you were fucked when you no longer cared when, where or how he fucked you, you just wanted him to do it.

He loves to get his head between your legs. He will lick, suck and fingerfuck you for what feels like fucking hours. He will shove his tongue into your pussy, split you wide open with his fingers, spit smeared all over your pussy, thighs, his face. He’s literally so messy and he gives no fucks. What’s the point of eating a meal if he doesn’t get a lil dirty in the process? He literally fucking loves it.

And when he’s done? Because he’s done when he says he is, not when you say it—he grabs your face and is like “open your mouth so you can taste the fucking mess you made.” And he spits into your mouth before he kisses you so you can taste yourself still on his tongue, on his lips. Didn’t we say he was fucking messy?

And then? Erik will fuck you however, wherever he can. He will fuck you from behind, on your side, with you on top, on your back. Take your fucking pick he loves all of them.

When he’s on top of you? His possibilities are endless. It’s just so easy to grab and squeeze your throat with his long tattooed fingers, cutting off your oxygen to the point where you’re absolutely delicious on his cock. Hold you down where he wants and how he wants. He loves watching your micro expressions, each twist of your face, your eyes rolling back, your mouth open with each moan he pulls out of you. It’s so fucking hot.

“Oh, you just love that, don’t you? You fucking slut.” Is what he says when he eventually ends up holding your thighs apart and ultimately pounding into you like that was all you were made for. It was at this point that he just didn’t shut the fuck up. You had a theory that he got off to talking through it just as much as you did.

“You just love taking it raw, huh? Such a whore.” He knows damn well you got off to his mean remarks, your pussy squeezing the fuck of out him was always a good indicator, but he also got off to making you talk back, knowing damn fucking well you couldn’t. “Mmm yeah? Say it then. Say it like you mean it or you won’t get to come.”

The sound you made was absolutely agonizing, a breathy whine of frustration that only added to Erik’s amusement. But it was when his hips no longer smacked against you and your shitty ass headboard stopped smacking the wall that you realized he wasn’t joking. He would absolutely leave you hanging for a while just to get what he wanted. And the worst part? It worked every fucking time.

“Ugh! I’m such a slut, I love taking it like that. Please Erik! Pleasepleaseplease.” What Erik loves the most about this, is how incoherent you get when you’re getting fucked. And that shit he is addicted to. And the way that you’re gasping and whining when he’s pounding into you again, your bed creaking under your movements, you just can’t help it. It just feels so good, the way his pierced cock feels inside you, in so deep it’s damn near touching your cervix. For that alone you stopped using condoms once you realized just how good his cock felt.

And it’s just after your third orgasm (he already made you come twice with his fingers and tongue) that you’re starting to move so fucking much. And Erik can normally take a hint and will get himself to come so he can give you a break. But sometimes when he’s frustrated (from work, he lost a ranked Mortal Kombat match, take your pick, he gets pissed off at the smallest inconvenience), he just doesn’t care.

“Mhmph! Erik!” You barely let out in between moans, he was just fucking you so hard you could damn near feel his ring touching your cervix. It isn’t that you didn’t want it—you had a safe word, you could say it—you’re just so overstimulated, your body twitching and shaking and it’s just too much. Erik definitely noticed the way you were trying to crawl up the bed and away from him.

“Oh? I’m sorry doll, is that too much? You can’t take it?” He shakes his head at you, his tone mocking in between heavy breaths as he simply presses your knees to your chest, spreading you out for him. He uses his body to keep you there, both arms planted on either side of you so you couldn’t go anywhere but right there, impaled by his pierced cock. “You wanted it so bad, you literally begged me to fuck you. Sent me dirty pics while I was at work, saying how much you missed me. Such a needy girl for me but when I give it to you, you can’t take it?”

You can definitely feel it, you’re damn near crying, writhing underneath him and dragging your nails down his back which will definitely be there for a few days. Your loud as shit headboard is hitting the wall so much you know damn well your neighbor is going to scowl and glare at you next time she sees you downstairs doing laundry, horrified by the slut that lives next door and her freak metalhead looking boyfriend. But honestly? You kinda liked that people would know you got fucked, and really fucking good.

Sobbing you’re shaking and squeezing him so tight, he knows you’re so close again.

“Nonono, I can’t—please.” You’re sobbing, your pussy pulsating around his cock. He shakes his head softly at you, firmly grabbing your throat under your jaw to force you to look at him, with the same hand that has your name tattooed above his wristbone. His blue eyes are fixated on you as he uses his free hand to pinch and twist your pierced nipple (which he pierced himself), knowing damn fucking well that drives you insane, how? Because it drove him insane when you messed with his. “Ooooh, fuckfuckfuck, Erik, Erik, Erik—“

You’re just so pathetic when you come, crying and blabbering incoherent shit. Erik loves that shit, it makes his cock twitch, want to fuck you full of his cum until it leaks out of you. And so he does exactly that. You latch onto his hair, his face above yours as he plants his arm on your pillow beside your head again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. You’re gonna let me fill you up, right? You’re gonna take it like the good slut that you are?” His voice is gravelly when he speaks, the slightest bit shaky as he thrusts a few more times, only getting sloppier. The way you’re mumbling soft begs and curses, his hand still gripping your throat, definitely isn’t helping him keep his shit together. “Take it just like that. You’re such a good fucking girl. Fuck, baby.”

He sits so deep and heavy inside you when he comes, just loving the feeling of keeping his cum inside you for as long as possible. He just loves marking you as his in every fucking way he can, as if all the tattoos he put on your body (including the E on your inner thigh that he also put there) aren’t enough. And it isn’t until his cum is leaking out of you that he pulls out slowly, strategically angling his hips so that you can feel his ring as he slides out. And it’s after a sloppy tongue kiss that he announces he will be back to clean up his mess and bring you some water.

And this is the type of shit that Erik does. And why have you put up with him for so goddamn long. It’s just never enough. And you always want more.

[lheslie]

i literally luv how u wrote harem its so hard to find harem these days TYSM ( i was the one who asked for scarlet witch reader!!)

8 Variants + 1 Reader

Thank you!!! I'll give you the full-on context. Wait. . .

You were rejected by your best friend Mark.

Now you're forced to live in with 8 different versions of him

How will you live with this catastrophe?

It all started when you met Mark Grayson, the man whom you had loved since elementary school.

When you confessed to him, he sadly did not feel the same way as you did.

Years went by, and you still hadn't moved on, although you and Mark are still good friends.

One day, he revealed to you his secret Identity as Invincible, and he was dating the Superhero Atom Eve.

You still tried to be supportive since you him to be happy, but you were hurting deep down.

He formally introduced you to Eve, his girlfriend; she was very eccentric and beautiful.

You immediately understood why he liked her; thinking about this made your heartache.

The way he looked at her, the way he talked and moved around her.

It's something that you were envious of, and that's something that you had to accept.

After you learned that he was Invincible and Atom Eve was Eve, he also introduced you to the other members of the Guardians of the Globe; he didn't introduce you to everyone but to a few that he seemed to trust.

Now that you knew that he was Invincible you can't help but worry for him whenever you see him fighting enemies on the news.

You can't help but wonder if you could do anything to help, even just a bit, so you could lessen his great burden.

You had started to learn Magic and Sorcery

And little did you know learning Magic would actually come in handy.

Because one day, Levy Angstrom had started an all out war with Mark.

He had called different versions of Mark to attack your dimension.

You Immediately rushed out to help everyone, trying to locate them with your magic.

Although you could not save everyone, you knew you could still save some.

With a recent spell that you've learned, which was a binding spell, you knew you could stop those other Marks from killing other people.

You were able to capture 8 Variants of Mark, binding them to your will.

And with that is the spell. They're at your beck and call.

But little did you know, that these Variants had a crush on you.

Their version of you had died in their dimension seeing you with powers astonished them, but also made them curious to learn what different scenarios had happened for you to gain such powers.

Cecil wanted them imprisoned somewhere inside the GDA, but you refused as Mark told you how Cecil recently treated him by Implant something inside his brain.

So you've decided to take 8 versions of your best friend to live inside your house, sharing a living space.

You sometimes question if you made the right choice to have them under the same roof.

As you watch them argue and destroy your furniture.

Mohawk Mark, Target Mark, and Shiesty Mark were fighting over who should sleep beside you tonight, while No Goggleses Mark was hyping them both.

Viltrum Mark was looking at your displayed books placeonat your shelves.

Omni Mark had his arms crossed, ss just judging everyone from a corner.

While Prisoner Mark was just looking at the pictures on the walls you had with him.

Sinister Mark was trying to get out of your binding spell as he was held in one place after he tried throwing a chair at Mohawk Mark.

You sighed while you massaged your head to calm yourself down.

@hhoneylemon (I needed to changed the name)

[danieyells]

UPCOMING CARD!! And the cast for this episode!!!

OKAY MY SHIT IS TOGETHER ENOUGH NOW. This is so fucking funny chat my throat hurts from laughing there are tears in my eyes I GUARANTEE YOU NOT A SINGLE PERSON GOT THE WHOLE CAST RIGHT. I was laughing so much at all of this that i just could not even sit down and get this together for like an hour

So normally they put out multiple cards at once but they decided to say fuck you to me and everyone else and they only put one in lmao. So anyway OUR FIRST BACHELOR IS JIN, THE ONE WE ALL KNEW WAS GONNA BE IN IT! And I'll tell you the other five as well as the next episode's title!

You may be thinking! Danie! Who is that guy! Is that a Sho(?) character card and a Jin warding card? I thought you said they only put one card in! Did they upload them wrong?? Nope! That is Jin!! They just put his hair back a little!!! And he doesn't look like himself at all because the expression and different hair is throwing it off!!! And i am dying of laughter--his warding card looks so cute and baby faced in comparison?

Character Card: Summer Breeze(「夏を染める氷貴」  "Summer Dyed Ice King") Skill: Cold Musician(「冷淡な演奏者」  "Cold Musician") Fully Awakened Skill: Frozen Love(「凍てついた愛」  "Frozen Love") Warding Card: A Letter From The Pianist(「ピアニストからの手紙」  "A Letter From The Pianist")

No cosmic bonds yet! But instead I'll tell you who else is going to be in the episode!

Our six elligible bachelors are. . . .

Jin! Haru! Ren! Rui! Ed! And Jiro!! And they'll get both bachelor suits and swimwear sprites!! (We'll also get a sprite for Jin's city card outfit too!)

Half of this cast are going to be dead or wish they were dead by the end of this i am going to lose my mind this has the potential to be SO funny

Episode 18's title is "Lost Stars"(「七夕の迷い子」 "The Lost Child Of Tanbata")! Unfortunately they're continuing the trend of not putting the next episode sprites in until the day the episode comes out, so we won't have any clue who's in it until we get to the end of this episode. . .but given it's around a Japanese festival, Hotarubi maybe???

I'm going to go laugh some more and read the episode titles with my friends lol.

Some of you were already upset when i spoiled the cast. I know it sucks to see a big inter house squad episode that your favorite isn't in. Especially if you're really fixated on seeing them in a roamntic light and you were looking forward to seeing how they perform in a silly dating game. But just remember that your favorite will have their time in other episodes. No need to fret, just be patient. And, if you're into this sentiment, remember that they love and want to see you too, even if they don't quite show it in a straightforward way.

And if you're disappointed by the card for your favorite, be happy! That's more diamonds for next time. You can always voice your feelings to ZZG themselves too, although I wouldn't count on them making any changes. . . .

Gacha is gambling! There are probably FIVE more cards coming after this for this episode!! There's no need to go crazy spending trying to get this card--or any of the coming ones!--because the banners will always rerun and you'll get more chances to pick them up later! If you do decide to spend, keep a close eye on your spending and set limits for yourself. And make sure you keep to them! Take care of yourself first and foremost! That means making sure you have the money for necessities and for more certain entertainment and pleasures! Happiness is a necessity too!

I normally throw innsome kind of character or card themed advice here but. . .let's be real, Jin would just tell you to choose him. And let's be real he has the money to make him a good choice no matter what. . .gold digging is always a morally acceptable choice, as long as you're not in danger!! But remember that a clash in values can be dangerous too! That's my advice.

Stats!! Oh fuck i eas laughing so much i forgot the in game screenshot for the stats

Good night! See you probably Monday?

[charliedawn]

Charlie I’m telling you this in complete confidence. Also on the internet for strangers to see but we can pretend. (I chickened out and turned on anon anyway). I have an idea for remmick. The other blog doesn’t have asks turned on so I’m asking here.

Remmick with a sunshiney girlfriend. Very sweet kind, and bubbly. She ain’t exactly innocent and sometimes uses her innocent like charm to get people to open their doors to him. She won’t exactly lie either, “I trust him with my life!” She says, knowing he’ll end theirs. Loves to sing with him, and loves dancing too. Girl who would run for a field of flowers barefoot for the fun of it unironically

(Maybe it isn’t exactly like the initial idea? I took artistic liberties. 😅👍 Also, Stockholm Syndrome. Enjoy.)

You prided yourself on being a good neighbour so you had decided to go knock on the neighbours’ door after you had moved in next door. You met Bert and Joan. They were a little rude, but you knew it was because everyone was a bit distrustful those days. It was a dangerous world to live in and not all neighbours were friendly. Upon them opening the door, you heard a baby in the back and smiled at them—but they were quick to slam the door in your face. Rude. But understandable. You then decided to return to your new home and hope that you could perhaps change their minds with time.

…What you didn’t plan on was for someone to come knocking at your door at 3 am on a Sunday.

You rubbed your eyes and went to the window—only to see your neighbours standing there with creepy smiles on their faces. What the hell? Why did they look like that? You gathered your courage and opened the window.

“Hey, neighbours! What can I do you for?”

Bert stepped forth and shouted back. “Sorry, lil’ missie! We came to apologise. We were quite rude last time we had a chat and we were wonderin’ if we could come in to apologise properly?”

You frowned. “Do you folks know what time it is? Couldn’t you have just come by when the sun is up?”

Joan had this deeply unsettling smile as she stepped forward next. “We truly sorry. We just couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. We were really unkind to you and it kept us up ALL night.”

You hesitated. You no longer believed in Santa Claus, so you really didn’t believe in their sudden change of heart. But still, it would be nice to be friends with the neighbours. You sighed. “Alright. Wait up.”

You then quickly got dressed and went downstairs to open the door. You saw them both standing there and that odd feeling came back instantly.

“Hey there…” You stared at them. “So hum…you came to apologise, huh?”

They nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. We did.”

You looked around. “And hum…where’s the baby?”

Joan’s smile faltered slightly. “…At her grandma’s.”

You frowned. “Really? It’s hum…yeah. Nice.”

You really didn’t know what to say. The next step would be to let them in so you could perhaps have a chat? But really…the way they were both staring at you made you shiver and forget the rules of hospitality. You stood there like a rock at the entrance of your home with your neighbours still as two scarecrows in a field. They were waiting…for what?

You coughed. “Hum…apologies accepted. You really didn’t need to trouble yourselves by coming by.”

You were about to close the door when Joan suddenly spoke up. “Aww. C’mon, honey. We came all this way. We brought pie? We REALLY want to apologise properly.”

She showed you the pie…but it was tightly tilted. She didn’t even look down and the more you stayed there staring at each other—the more you felt that something was definitely wrong with them.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Right. Sorry. But…how about you come back in the morning and then we can all have breakfast together?”

You saw Bert’s hand twitch and Joan seemed to lose her smile.

“Now now…C’mon. It won’t take long, lassie.” Bert insisted.

You frowned. What was that? Lassie? Was Bert Irish?

“The accent is new.” You pointed out and Bert smirked.

“Yeah. Irish. Three generations on my mother’s side. You like Ireland, doll?”

You hummed and smiled. “Hum…Well, I like their dancing. Yeah.”

Bert smiled before making a few steps. “Like this?”

You were momentarily surprised before you smiled and nodded. “Yeah. You know how to dance?”

Bert and Joan smiled and then surprised you by dancing right outside of your house. They started by tapping their feet on the ground and throwing their legs in the air effortlessly. They circled around each other and you found the spectacle…charming in some way. You smiled and giggled as they clapped and sang together. There was certainly a funny side to your neighbours you hadn’t expected. You started dancing too. It was nice—instinctive. It made you want to step out and join them. But the moment you took a step outside, they stopped and their heads snapped towards you in frightening synchronisation. It made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Sorry. Did I overstep?”

They didn’t answer. Their heads tilted and they eyes blown wide. It almost seemed as if they were having a mental debate. You quickly stepped back. But Joan quickly raised a hand and smiled again. “It’s okay, honey. You can come out and dance with us.”

You hesitated before extending a hand forward. However, it wasn’t Joan who took it. Suddenly, another hand had latched from your right to grab your arm and drag you outside. Before you could comprehend what was going on, you were dancing. But with a man you didn’t know. You tried to pull away, but his strength was…out of this world. You opened your mouth to scream, but he slammed a hand over your mouth. He then looked down and smiled—showing you an impressive range of sharp teeth.

“Ssh, dolly. Not a sound now. It’s okay. Am not gonna hurt ye.”

You were scared as you realized that his mouth and neck were covered with warm sticky blood. You started crying and he shushed you again. “Now now. None o’ that, darlin’. I thought ye would like a lil’ dance with lil’ old me. I liked yer lil’ steps earlier and decided I would like to have this dance. Ye do not mind, right lassie?”

You didn’t really have a choice in the matter since you were pretty sure the man was a psychopath. Or some kind of crazy cult leader by the way Joan and Bert seemed to have their eyes fixed on him. You looked up at the sky. Really? Couldn’t you have nice and normal neighbours? Was it too much to ask? You then reluctantly nodded and the man grinned widely.

“Good lassie.” He then removed his hand and was pleased to find you obeying his suggestion, even though your heart was hammering in your chest. You thought for sure that you wouldn’t survive the night…might as well make your last moment unforgettable. When the stranger lead you into a dance, you decided not to fight it as he twirled you around. You could hear a soft symphony. Bert and Joan had started singing as you and your ravisher were dancing. Your eyes looked up at him and he grinned before effortlessly picking you up.

“How ‘bout a lil’ trip, darlin’?”

You opened your mouth to disagree, but before you could…he grabbed you and jumped. You were flying and had no choice but to grab onto him for dear life. You glimpsed down to find that your house was no longer in view and then looked back up at him. His eyes were already on you and he smiled. He already knew he had found himself a good companion. He couldn’t wait to show you to the others…

A month later

“Did I do well, Remmick?” You asked as you had opened the door to get him into yet another house. Remmick didn’t answer. He stared at you like your were the sun itself. Both feared and adored. You hadn’t hesitated. Not once. You had stepped into this house—ate with those strangers. You knew what would happen to them. And yet, you hadn’t hesitated before opening the door for him. You were supposed to be innocent, but your actions…your actions caught him off guard. It hadn’t taken him all that long to convince you of helping him. He had even been surprised by how easy it had been to manipulate you into doing his bidding.

But, he didn’t second guess it.

“Aww…C’mere, mo chroí.” He smiled and wordlessly lifted a hand to pull you closer. “Ye were perfect. Thank ye, me absolute bundle o’ joy.”

He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled as he stroked your back. Remmick knew you were a sucker for praise so each time he was pleased with you, he made sure you knew. It was the least he could do for his hardworking little sunshine. Love…You had never asked if he loved you, he hadn’t either. Because you both knew love didn’t matter. Only survival. Remmick was your protection, and you were his. You used your cute face to open doors for him, and he used his fangs to make sure your sunlight never dimmed.

Like a flower, you needed water, sunlight and a lil’ affection to flourish. So he did just that. He offered you everything that would make you smile and keep you happy. He let you roam free during the day, knowing that you would come right back comes nightfall. You were his little spotter. You found houses far enough from crowds to ask for hospitality and then—he would come in.

He kissed your cheek and whispered,

“Ye know am absolutely crazy ‘bout ye, right?”

You smiled and nodded. You knew you were his favourite. You knew he took pleasure in you doing whatever he wanted. It was the reason you were still breathing. That—and Remmick liked to have you close when he slept. He called you his lil’ human heater. No matter that humans were his food source, he seemed to be obsessed with them. He liked to do what he called ‘roleplay’ whenever you ended up in a new house.

“How ‘bout we become farmers for a while, dolly? Would ye like that? A bit o’ roleplay. Ye can be the sweet lil’ wife and I’ll be the hard workin’ husband. Dye think we’d get the parts?”

You would smile. Sometimes the roles would change. He would ask you to be his sister, his wife, his daughter, his girlfriend…Then Joan and Bert would take the secondary roles. But you liked that he always chose you to be the secondary lead in whatever ‘play’ came next.

He always thought of you first—or you liked to think he did.

One night, he pulled you into his lap when he was rocking on the porch and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He kissed your neck in return and held you like this for a while. You both enjoyed the silence…until men approached the house. They didn’t seem friendly, but Remmick wasn’t worried. He whispered for you to get back inside the house and get to bed. You didn’t hesitate and got off his lap to enter the house.

You knew he would be alright.

You heard a couple of firing shots and screams, but you knew Remmick would be unharmed. He always was. You closed your eyes and as expected, Remmick came into the bedroom a few minutes later. He wordlessly settled behind you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. One of his hands laid spread over your stomach as his thumb gently caressed the fabric of your nightgown.

He then kissed the back of your neck and you felt the warmth, but also the wet sensation of blood on his lips. You shivered. But you were both perfectly aware that it wasn’t from fear or excitement, you were just uncomfortable with that feeling…You had always been. He hummed and pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he whispered almost apologetically:

“…Mo chuisle. I ruined another shirt.”

He sounded like a genuinely regretful puppy and you held back a laugh. Or was it a sob? You weren’t sure anymore…He kept kissing your neck to distract you and you knew you had no choice but to let him. He had just drank his fill and that’s when his most human side showed—alongside the emotional wave. He growled:

“Mo chuisle. Do not ignore me.”

He commanded and you closed your eyes before finally facing him. His glowing eyes were staring at you in the dark and you knew he could see your expression light as day. He stroked your lips with his thumb and you almost gagged on the taste of blood. You loved Remmick, but the taste? The taste was always so horrid and you made it a rule for him to wash after each feed. Unfortunately, that rule seemed to have been forgotten or ignored tonight…He kissed you. He always kissed you differently after each kill. Sometimes, it was gentle as the breeze, other times it was violent and as passionate as an animal. Through each kiss, Remmick made you learn more about humanity.

He was by no means human.

But he was an experiment, the content of thousands upon thousands of lives he drained. You particularly felt it when he kissed you after a feeding. They tasted like sadness, lust, joy, misery, pain, anger, hunger…all at once. You could never expect, all you could do was wait and feel. You had told him as such.

He pressed his forehead to yours and smiled. “What does it taste like now, mo ghrá?”

Your lower lip trembled. “…Regret.”

He hummed and kissed you again.

…

You looked at him one day and asked him: “Is it possible to fall in love with no one?”

He paused, like the question had struck some old, forgotten nerve. His eyes—normally glowing with mischief or bloodlust—dimmed into something unreadable. Ancient. Like a storm holding its breath.

“…With no one?” he repeated softly, almost to himself. You watched the gears turn behind his expression. He wasn't confused by your words. No, he understood exactly what you meant. It was the emptiness you were asking about. The way your heart ached for something that didn’t exist. Not a person. Not a face. Just…a space where love should be.

Remmick exhaled through his nose. It sounded almost like a laugh, but the kind you choke on.

“Aye,” he finally whispered. “It’s the worst kind.”

He looked at you then and there was a flicker of something that might have been sorrow. Or envy. Or rage.

“You fall in love with the idea of being safe,” he informed you, his voice as soft as silk and just as sharp. “With the way someone might have looked at you. The sound of a voice that never existed. A ghost ye made yerself, mo chroí.”

His hand reached for yours, fingers curling like vines around your knuckles.

“That kind o’ love? It’s dangerous. ‘Cause ye spend the rest o’ your life searchin’ for somethin’ that doesn’t breathe. And when it never shows…” He smiled—a bittersweet one. “…ye start lookin’ at monsters like me and think, ‘Maybe this’ll do.’”

The silence that followed stretched like a blade between you. You didn’t cry. You didn’t smile either. Just stared back and asked the question again, this time quieter: Is it possible to fall in love with no one?”

And this time, he didn’t answer. Because he didn’t have to. You both already knew the answer. But you would keep asking it—hoping one day for a different answer.

A few years later

Your voice trembled when you asked another question—barely a whisper, like you weren’t even sure if you wanted him to hear. “Remmick…Can no one fall in love with someone?”

He stilled. For once, Remmick didn’t smile. Didn’t tease. Didn’t purr out a clever answer in that sing-song Irish lilt you’d come to both crave and dread. Instead, he looked at you like you’d asked him if the moon could drown.

“…Aye,” he finally answered, and it hurt coming out. Like truth scraping its way up a ruined throat. “No one can.”

He meant himself. Remmick, the monster in borrowed skin. The thing stitched together from memories that didn’t belong to him. The one who slept beside you, bled on you, kissed you with a thousand ghosts behind his teeth. He pulled you close again, this time with both arms, like he was trying to make up for the cracks that just showed in his shell. His voice dropped to your ear, hoarse and full of something that sounded far too human:

“No one like me…I wasn’t meant for love. Not the way you understand it. I feel things. I want things. But love…real love…it slips through my fingers every time I try to hold it.”

You stayed quiet. Because part of you wanted to scream at him that he was wrong. That he was more than the death and hunger and rot. That whatever haunted thing that pulled you two together, it felt like something close to love. If it wasn’t…then what else was it?

But another part of you…It knew the truth. You were no one. And he was someone. Or maybe was it the other way around? You weren’t sure anymore.

“Can no one fall in love with someone?” You asked again—your eyes glassy with tears.

And this time, Remmick pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “…Only if someone is naïve enough to let them.”

Your voice was too calm for what you were saying. It wasn’t a scream. It wasn’t a sob. It was the truth. And it came out like a confession laid bare at the altar of something unholy. “I was someone before you…I learned to be no one.”

You felt his hand twitch against your back. You’d never seen Remmick flinch before—not when guns were pointed at him, not when bodies dropped, not even when he got hurt. But that? That made him flinch.

“I was someone who had a name that didn’t come from your mouth. I had hands that opened doors, not ones that lured lambs to slaughter. I had thoughts that were mine. I smiled because I wanted to, not because you needed me to.”

You didn’t mean to say it all. Not at once. But it poured out like water from a broken dam.

“I became no one so I could survive you,” you whispered. “So I could matter to you.”

He reached for you like a starving thing—but this time, you didn’t move.

“I never asked you to stop being someone, Mo ghrá,” he rasped, and you could tell he believed it. But he also knew. He knew what it meant, what it cost you to be what he needed.

“I made it easy,” you uttered softly. “I let you in. I smiled. I danced. I said yes.”

He nodded slowly. “Because ye’re kind. Because ye care.”

“No,” you denied, “because I was scared. And then I forgot how to be anything else.”

Remmick stared at you for a long time—long enough that the world outside the window went still. And then, he asked: “…Can you learn to be someone again? Please?”

You swallowed thickly. And then, barely audible: “…Only if you remember who I was before I forgot.”

And in that moment, with the blood still drying on his hands and your heart held together with fear and affection, Remmick whispered the first apology you’d ever heard from him: “I’m sorry, mo chroí. I didn’t mean to eat the part o’ you that dreamed.”

Your eyes watered. “Mo chroí. Mo ghrá. Mo Mo Mo…Mine. Always mine. But you are never mine, Remmick. I am yours. But you are never…mine.”

“…Don’t say that,” he whispered and kissed your forehead. “Ye don’t mean it.”

But you did. And he knew it.

“I let you crawl into every part of me,” you told him. “You sleep in my bed. You drink near my lips. You make me your dolly, your heater, your little actress in your twisted plays. I give you everything, and you give me just enough to stay.”

He reached for you again, but his hand hovered—hesitating.

“I want to be yours,” you choked, “but I want you to be mine, too.”

“Ye don’t know what ye’re askin’, mo chuisle…” he murmured and smiled weakly. To have him…Why would anyone ever want him?

“I do,” you said—as if reading his mind. “I’m asking if there’s any part of you you haven’t already given to the dead.”

Silence. Then his voice, lower than before. Frighteningly calm. “There’s nothin’ left in me they didn’t already take. I gave ye what I had. I am what I am.”

You stepped closer. You could smell the iron on his breath. “Then lie to me, Remmick. Say you’re mine—even if you don’t mean it. Say it, because I need something to hold onto.”

He looked at you like you were breaking his ribs without touching him. You were a flower. You needed water, a lil’ bit of sun and affection. He had given you two of them, but the last one. He didn’t know how to give you something he no longer possessed…You were asking for the heart of a dead man. But oh…he wished he could give it to you. Just to see you smile. Just to see you happy. He cupped your cheek with bloodstained fingers and said, with aching finality: “…I am yours.”

You closed your eyes. And for just a moment—just one—you pretended that was the truth.

“Remmick…Let’s…dance. Right? Let’s just…dance. Like that first night.”

Remmick’s jaw slackened as your words fell into the stillness between you. Slowly, he extended one hand. The other he kept pressed against his chest, as if there still beat a heart inside that monstrous frame. His glowing eyes flickered—uncertainty, regret, something like longing.

“Dance,” he echoed, voice barely more than a breath. “Aye…like the night I met you.”

He drew you close, one arm settling around your waist with surprising gentleness. The other took your hand, fingers brushing against yours—cold, stained faintly crimson. Outside, the wind stirred in the trees, but inside, the world contracted until it was only the two of you. You lifted your other hand to his shoulder. He bowed his head, so close your foreheads almost touched, and for the first time since you’d known him, he hesitated before placing his cheek to yours.

The room felt empty except for the soft scrape of your shoes on the floor. Remmick began to sway, a slow, mournful rhythm that you somehow recognized from the night of that first dance. But it was different. You were different. It was the same steps—hesitant, stilted at first—but still two scarecrows learning motion again. Your heart pounded with each step, but you matched him: one, two…one, two. Your other hand slid up to clasp the back of his neck, feeling sinew and the cold weight of his skull. He closed his eyes, and you could feel him drawing in your warmth.

At the second rotation, he whispered against your hair: “Mo chuisle…I love ye.”

Your grip tightened just a little—not in fear, but to steady him, to steady yourself. The beat in your chest guided him: “One, two…one, two.”

He paused mid-step, tilting your chin until your eyes met his. There it was—fleeting—something human flickering behind those ancient depths. Or was it the reflection of your own eyes in his? You weren’t sure.

And then he led you onward again, slow and steady: “One, two…one, two.”

And you were happy again.

[y2kstarr]

— ᥫ᭡ cyber sex . . . matt sturniolo

where . . . matt just cant help needing you even when he's away, but he's got a way to work it out

contains . . . pure smut, phone sex (facetime), masturbation (handjob, fingering), dirty talk, switch!matt.

credits to @delilahsturniolo for the marathon concept

HOT PINK WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #1

You giggled at your phone as you stepped into your room, scrolling through the multiple borderline sexting texts you and Matt had been sending each other throughout the whole day, leading up to now, where you were finally alone to actually indulge.

You plopped down onto your soft, cushioned bed, your room dimly lit from the purple LED lights that were strung along where your walls met your ceiling, your pillows holding the weight of your head as you lie down.

Just then, you saw a new text from him come through:

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚖𝚊?

You hardly even waste a second before texting back a simple "yes", watching at the receipt turned from delivered to read, a moment of nothing filling you with anticipation before your phone started ringing, Matt's contact card now on your screen along with the options to accept or decline.

Excited chills went through your body before you collected yourself, the pad of your thumb pressing against the accept button and watching as his face came onto your screen. You felt your body practically melt as his lips curled into a warm smile at the sight of you.

"Hi baby," He cooed through the phone, making you already giggle as you greeted him back. "Been missin' you like crazy over here, I swear, it's like I'm addicted to you." He chuckled low, but you heard as he let a soft groan slip from his lips, his teeth subtly bitting at his bottom lip.

"Matt," You spoke his name in that soft, warm tone that always had his skin prickling with goosebumps, his teeth biting a bit harder into his lip now as he withheld a moan.

You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "Can't believe you've already been touching yourself. Thought you promised to wait till we got on call," You teased him, hearing as he let out a huffed chuckle in response.

"I know, ma, I just– fuck, just thinkin' about you gets me all worked up, I couldn't help myself," He admitted, your eyes noticing through the camera that his arm was trying to discreetly move, a smirk coming to your lips.

"C'mon, baby. Show me," You cooed, loving the way he huffed out a soft scoff before moving his phone back a bit, tilting it down to reveal his fingers wrapped around his gorgeous cock. His tip was a deep, flushed pink, pre-cum already starting to leak from his slit as he was clearly rock hard.

"That's how you me got me these past few days, ma," He groaned softly, though his grip on his phone unsteady, a muttered curse leaving his lips before he lifted his phone and brought it back, propping it up on something and checking what was all in view before he sat back.

You bit your lip as you watched his hand slowly stroke his cock, his head lolling back against whatever was behind his head as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths.

Your eyes stayed glued onto him through the screen a bit more before he let out a small noise that nearly sounded like a whimper or a whine, your eyes flicking his face as he glanced away from the camera, blush tinting his cheeks with his free hand covering his mouth.

"I.. wanna see you too, baby... please?"

You practically threw all inhibitions out the window the moment you heard him practically beg, your head nodding quick with a smile on your lips. You heard him chuckle softly through the phone as you took a moment to prop your phone up just right on your bed, a pillow backing it, before it finally worked.

You moved back a little, your knees up as you tugged off your sleep shorts and panties, looking back to see Matt watching you with desire filled eyes that sent a shiver through your spine. You sat up comfortably on your knees and feet, legs closed together before you slowly spread them for Matt, revealing your already glistening pussy to him.

"Fuck, baby..." Matt breathed out, your eyes noticing just how his dick twitched at the sight, a smirk on your lips even as you blushed, still a little embarrassed on being like this on call with him. "Can you touch yourself too..? Please, you got me lookin' pathetic here.." He huffed out a chuckle as you giggled.

You reached your hand down to grasp the hem of your shirt, tugging it up before you bit into the fabric, holding it up to show off your tits and give yourself better access to your drooling cunt. The moment your fingers brushed through your soaked folds, you let out a soft moan, albeit muffled by your shirt.

"Jesus, ma– you're a goddamn wet dream, right now—" Matt groaned out, your eyes back on your phone as you watched him start stroking himself again, a bead of pre-cum visible through the camera, nearly making your mouth water.

As you circled your clit, your eyes stayed locked on him on screen, his shallow breaths, his flushed cock, his half-lidded eyes. You let your fingers slide down before slowly slipping into your needy cunt, your eyes fluttering at the feeling as you pumped your fingers slow, matching his strokes in time.

"Wish I was there with you, touchin' you. God, I need you so fuckin' bad right now—" He groaned out, breathlessly chuckling at how needy he was getting for you, his hand starting to move faster on his cock as he watched you match his speed, a thill going through him as it let his imagination run wild, pretending like he was there, fucking you so good.

Soft squelches emitted from your sopping cunt as you fingered yourself to match his pace, whimpers and moans leaving you as your free hand lifted to grip your shirt from your mouth, a gasped breath leaving you. "Matt– fuck– need you here—" You breathlessly babbled out, whining as you rocked against your palm, stimulating your clit.

"Yeah baby? You thinkin' about me being there with you?" You nodded your head at his words, eyes fluttered shut as you bit your lip, just letting the pleasure wash over your greedy body. "Thinkin' about how much you want my dick in that sweet pussy, huh? Mmm– fillin' you up so nice— fuck— just like you deserve?"

"Matt—" You gasped out, feeling a warmth burn within your tummy, growing hotter and hotter by the second as your fingers worked your pussy perfectly, your mind trying to pretend like it was his fingers instead, or even his cock, just like he'd said. "You're gonna make me cum—" You whined, your hand gripping tighter at your held up shirt.

"You close, ma?" He cooed, groaning as he could hear the sloppy mess that was you fingering yourself, the sound so melodic to his ears as his hand stroked his throbbing cock, his hips twitching up to practically fuck into his fist. "S-Shit.. c'mon ma, cum f'me. Cum all over this dick–" He panted out, making your imagination build at the thought of getting to gush all over his thick cock.

Pants built up between the both of you, whimpered grunts leaving Matt's mouth as sweet whined moans fell from yours, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that tingly feeling grow and grow, your panting quick and skipping. "'M gonna– g-gonna—!"

You gasped before could hardly get your words out as your eyes rolled back and your thighs trembled nearly close, your pussy spasming and gushing all over your fingers, hips rocking to ride out your high against your palm, a sweet, loud moan of Matt's name leaving your soft, bitten lips, ecstasy washing over you in glorious waves.

Matt watched in awe with his lips parted, fucking up into his fist almost desperately as he felt his own orgasm finally hit him like a tidal wave, a gasp leaving him as white spurts of cum shot from his cock. His hand quickly lifted his shirt in time, his hips stuttering as his hand quickly stroked himself through his orgasm, his eyes lidded with pure pleasure.

"Fffuckkk–" He moaned out, his voice a little whiny from his breaths before his eyes rolled back, his hand slowing a bit as he slowly descended from his high. "Oh my— fucking god, baby..." He huffed out, a weak chuckle leaving him at the mess he'd made all over his abdomen, just like how you'd gotten your sheets all messy too.

You panted out in bliss as you took your fingers out with a weak whimper leaving you, cleaning as much as you could up before grabbing your phone and lying back down, your blissed out expression visible through the camera as you watched Matt clean himself up.

"I love you so much, Matt." You murmured, and he couldn't help but grin, all lovestruck and equally blissed out as he blew you a little kiss.

"Love you too, ma."

☆ : ok, a bit much, but i feel like i actually popped off with the first fic of the marathon EEEE!! hope you all enjoy!! <33

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Comforting cuddles - Hyunjin Drabble

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Synopsis: during a relaxing evening in your apartment with your boyfriend Hyunjin. He comes to you for some comfort.

Warnings: flufffffff. That’s all 🫶🏻

Word count: ~ 680 words

AN: this is a repost from my old account. Please give this new account a follow. 🩷

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You were lying down on the couch with your book in hand, glasses resting against the bridge of your nose. Today was just a relaxing day you were having at your apartment with your boyfriend. Both of you were currently spending time doing your own thing. You were reading a new book that you’ve been waiting to come out for a while. And Hyunjin was in his art studio working on a painting he’s been trying to finish for about a week. The atmosphere in your shared apartment was peaceful and calming right now. No one would know that both of you were home. The comforting silence of the two of you enjoying your free time consumed in your hobbies, was engulfing your apartment.

Hours had passed from when you had started reading your book. You were about half way through your book, totally engrossed in the story that you hadn’t even noticed that your boyfriend, Hyjunjin, had left his art studio and made his way towards you in the living room. You were in the midst of reading your book when the light above you, illuminating your page had disappeared making you jump. You look up to see Hyunjin hovering above you, looking down at you on the couch. You had noticed that he had a long pout on his face, his bottom lip jutting out. Noticing that he had a sad expression on his face, you had closed your book on the page you were on, and put it down on the side table.

“Can I come and sit with you for a bit?” Hyunjin asks while looking at you lovingly.

“Of course my love, what’s going on?” You cooed towards Hyunjin, reaching out your hand to caress his cheek affectionately. Inviting him in to share his worries with you, opening your arms up to him and he quickly accepts the gesture for him to come and lie in your arms. Hyunjin had gently gotten on top of you and laid his long body on top of yours. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, arms around your waist, and legs entangled with your own. He lies there for a while just inhaling your scent, bringing himself as close to you as humanly possible, knowing this helps him feel better. You know Hyunjin well, you sometimes think you know him better than you know yourself. You could tell he was getting upset with himself, he wasn’t able to finish this current painting with the ease he normally does. And because he loves painting and art so much, you know that he was taking this out on himself.

“I’m still struggling with the painting I’m currently on. I just can’t seem to figure out how to finish it. I know that there’s something missing, an element that the painting needs. But I just don’t know what.” He groans into your neck, needing your waist as a way to relieve some of the pent up frustration he was feeling. You laid there with him, letting him express everything he was feeling in the moment. You had one of your hands resting in his hair, caressing his head gently. Whilst your other hand tracing imaginary pictures up and down his back, trying to soothe the frustration he was feeling.

“Hyune, how about we both take a break for a bit. So that we can relax a bit more. Maybe you’ll get some inspiration later today.” You softly say, holding him closer to your body, tightening your arms around to let him know that you were there with him.

“Hmmm, thank you Jagi. I love you so much. Can we just lie here and cuddle for a bit?” He asked melting into your embrace more, shifting his head to lay on your chest. Your soft and slow heartbeat helped him feel more relaxed.

“Of course my love. I love you so so so much too” you reply, planting a soft kiss to the top of his head. The two of you pulled each other closer, getting comfortable and were lulling off into a peaceful sleep.

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⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: swimmer!jk x female reader, college au, slow burn friends to lovers to ??, fluff, angst, slice of life, coming of age

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, substance use, college party and hookup culture, mentions of greek life hazing, characters experiencing just about every feeling a lost college student goes through, depictions of and discussions surrounding mental health (depression, anxiety, substance abuse), slow burn ish, disgusting amounts of yearning and clueless pining, yes he's her tutor at one point, yes they're in denial, also features other third gen idols, dare i say found family, there is a beach episode and a fireworks festival too lol

in which a little box of memories tells the story of how you and jeon jungkook slowly, but surely, fell in love against the backdrop of the growing pains of your college years. jungkook presents this box to you as a final gift at graduation and each item in the box is a snapshot frozen in time, capturing the forces that brought the two of you from strangers to friends to more. 

⇢ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱: masterlist. / prologue. / the loyalty points card from the campus coffee shop. / ticket to the haunted horrors house (admission for two). / a worn out deck of cards. / handwritten no-bake cheesecake recipe. / cd soundtrack for stand by me (1986). / travel brochure to derry beach. / a clipping from the school newspaper. / pieces of confetti. / one empty tequila shooter. / epilogue & the final item.

⇢ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i'll be updating more often now fingers crossed! there's just one and a half more chapters set in freshman year :)

  the haunted horrors house ticket (admission for two)

 homesickness was real and you couldn’t believe it. you missed the way your parents argued in the kitchen. you could count the number of cracks on your front doorsteps in your daydreams, missing the way you used to watch the sunset from that spot. you missed the local boba tea place, where all the baristas knew your name. you missed home.

 college was freeing, but so suffocating at the same time. by the time sweater weather rolled around, you had yet to accept this unnerving truth and distracted yourself with what you could. clutching your nth wine cooler of the night at a sorority party on the 31st of october, your drunken state left these heavy feelings behind.

 halloween during freshman year lasted eons for everybody. there was a sense of carelessness in the air, infectiously swimming about. even doyeon came out to party on halloween night in a half-assed cat costume, which shocked you. even though it consisted of just an all black outfit and face paint, she made it clear that she wasn’t a fan of greek parties. regardless, the peppermint air of autumn embraced all freshmen like a long lost friend on halloween, where the night never seemed to end.

 “yo! creepy mario and barefoot peach, we’re heading out - you coming?”

 you’d only ever seen parties get broken up by the police in the movies and were baffled to witness a pair of officers shut down tonight’s get together as a result of a noise complaint from the poor family next door. you imagined that it wasn’t fun, living next to a sorority house. when the girls started kicking everyone out, you’d been watching the ordeal from the living room couch with jungkook.

 “hey!” he exclaimed at yeri, who’d been making fun of his fake moustache all night for making him look like a 70s porn star. 

 you snickered. “jungkook, the mustache is a little ridiculous.”

 meanwhile, you’d decided hours ago that you would discard the pair of heels you originally opted for your costume. you were not a stiletto type of girl and immediately regretted your choice of shoes about thirty minutes into arriving at the party. you surely looked silly, lounging around with nothing on your feet, but you refused to even try one more time. 

 thankfully, jungkook decided to accompany you on the couch, as you’d otherwise be abandoned by the rest of your friends who spent their time mingling. yeri had been attempting to set up doyeon with someone from the cheerleading team for the past hour, while seokmin and jaehyun teamed up for a game of beer pong in the backyard. it was fitting, anyway, as the two of you showed up in unplanned matching costumes. yeri had whispered in your ear about how cute you and jungkook looked, but you ignored it.

 jaehyun was standing by the doorway, gesturing for you two to get up. “c’mon!”

 “where are we going?”

 “the fairgrounds!” he responded.

 the local fall fair wasn’t of much interest to you initially, especially since you preferred spending time on campus. you found yourself enchanted by the changing leaves in the quad and the smell of pumpkin spice in your lecture halls. there was something special about the season of fall on a college campus, a buzz of warmth settling in the air. going out into town felt like a hassle, if anything.

 with that, jungkook rose and to your confusion, squatted slightly. he noticed your expression and laughed. 

 jungkook said, “hop on.” 

 you realized that he was telling you to get on his back, to save you from your aching, barefoot feet. it took half a moment, before a grin tugged at your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs curling around his waist. despite swaying back and forth drunk, he hoisted you on and impressively grabbed your shoes with one arm at the same time. 

 things were just the slightest bit confusing with jungkook. over the past month, a group formed with him, seokmin, jaehyun and your roommates naturally and you’d all been hanging out here and there. you were forming a tiny crush on the attractive male, but then you’d heard that he was hanging out with dahyun - some girl on the women’s swim team. meanwhile, your roommates had been encouraging you to keep meeting different kinds of guys and that freshman year was not the time to be settling down. well, it was mostly doyeon, as yeri was convinced you and jungkook were soulmates. 

 “don’t tie yourself down,” doyeon had said to you one night, after the three of you came back your dorm from the dining hall. you all ran into jungkook and on the way back, yeri was poking fun at your obvious crush.

 yeri cut in. “they’d be cute together, though!”

 “i don’t even think he likes me like that. sometimes, i think he does, then the next day, he fist bumps me like i’m one of his bros.” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

 you pushed these thoughts away from your mind, as jungkook effortlessly carried you out the front door. most of the other partygoers were walking towards their ubers, while you spotted doyeon’s car at the corner of the intersection. the rest of your friends were already comfortably seated and as it was a five seater, you knew that you’d unfortunately be one to squeeze in. 

 “don’t worry, i have extra shoes in my trunk,” doyeon called out. 

 seokmin sat in the back, pouting. “why are we going to the fair again?”

 “what else do you want to do?” she shot at her cousin. “besides, i’m the one with the car and i don’t want to go to another party.”

 that point was enough to shut him up. at the very least, he began rambling about the ride he wanted to go on.

 the back of the car popped open and jungkook grabbed a pair of hot pink sandals - fitting for your costume, at least. you thanked him as he set you down right on them, a giggle escaping you. the shots you had earlier definitely still had its effects on you.

 when you came around the corner, the three boys were seated in the back and it looked nearly impossible to squeeze in. however, instead of yeri offering to switch with one of them, a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. 

 “y/n, just sit on jungkook’s lap, he’s mostly sober. seokmin or jaehyun will probably throw up on you if you sit on them.”

 jungkook raised an eyebrow at her. “why don’t you just swi - “

 “can you guys decide, please? now? the guy behind me is getting mad,” doyeon cut in.

 right on cue, the car to the back of doyeon’s honked repeatedly. your eyes went wide and had no choice but to take your place on jungkook’s lap. you could have sworn you saw the flash of a smirk on yeri’s face through the rearview mirror. as soon as you sat down, doyeon immediately zoomed off without warning.

 you yelped, but were thankfully saved by the grip of jungkook’s hands on your hips. it was a blessing that it was nightfall, as nobody could see the tint of pink on your cheeks when he did so. 

 “geez, doyeon,” jungkook remarked, while she apologized profusely. “you good, y/n?” he asked, hands still in the same place.

 you nodded. “yeah, thank you. i thought i was going to die.” the joke elicited a round of laughter from your friends.

 “i swear i’m a good driver!”

 an hour later, you and your friends were at the fairgrounds, debating on what attraction was up next. it was nearing midnight, yet the event was still bustling and full of life. kids’ laughter chimed in throughout, joyful with the spirit of halloween and the freeing nature of being permitted out late for this special night. salty popcorn filled your lungs along with. . .smoke?

 after getting tired of losing to yeri in every game stand, seokmin led the six of you to the haunted house at the very back of the grounds. the sputtering of its smoke machine sang like a bad song and was slightly concerning, but it was one of the last places that you hadn’t checked out yet. there also happened to be no line and after listening to the boys complain for ten minutes, waiting for the ferris wheel, it was ideal.

 ‘nah. no way i’m going in there,” jaehyun vigorously shook his head upon taking in the exterior, which caused the rest of you to giggle.

 the so-called ‘haunted horrors house’ was a towering sight to behold, structured to mimic gothic architecture in a way that did not fit in with a cheesy fall carnival. other than the neon green sign that read its name, its old and run-down exterior fit the bill of an actual haunted house. the columns were lined with cobwebs and its windows highlighted by cracks and bloody handprints. just from the outside, you could notice flickering lights and hear echoes of giggles - even if it was just a sound recording of some kind, it was bone-chilling. 

 yeri teased, “what, are you scared?”

 although he remained silent, you noticed the way jungkook sighed upon the suggestion. it seemed like jaehyun wasn’t the only person who didn’t want to be there. he caught your eye and nervously turned away.

 “you can only buy a ticket in pairs,” advised the person manning the front of the haunted house. she pointed to the sign by the register, which informed customers as such.

 seokmin continued insisting that everyone go for the experience, as he offered to partner up with jaehyun to ease his fears. that left yeri with doyeon and all of a sudden, the four of your friends looked at you and jungkook expectantly. 

 there didn’t appear to be a choice in the matter - you and jungkook were going to be paired up.

 zero qualms emerged, though, until no one stepped up to be the first ones to go. the booth attendant began growing impatient, as there was now a line forming behind your group of friends. her bored eyes fell on the two of you.

 “hey. mario and peach. it’s going to be ten bucks, cash only.”

 even though he didn’t have an ounce of excitement on his face, jungkook pulled out his wallet without hesitation. as if on cue, you reached for your phone in your back pocket, already ready to electronically transfer him your half of the ticket money. he noticed and put his hand up.

 jungkook said, “don’t worry about it, it’s on me.”

 “it’s fine, i got it,” you insisted, as he handed the girl a ten and still held his hand up in protest.

 she stuck the bill into her tin and pointed at the sign behind her, prompting the two of you to sign a waiver. there were a set of rules for each participant, basic ones that went over health and safety risks. no attacking the actors, the house was a one way path only, etc. then, she looked back at you and jungkook and narrowed her eyes. her voice fell below a whisper.

 “and there are cameras in there. so no funny business with your boyfriend,” she warned and both you and jungkook were now tomato red in the face. “got that?”

 thankfully, with her quiet volume, none of your friends were able to hear what she said. when the two of you didn’t respond out of embarrassment, you feared that she would repeat the statement again, only this time, louder. so, to avert disaster, you nodded furiously and grabbed jungkook by the arm.

 “yeah! yeahwegotitthanks,” you choked out in one breath, dragging him past the booth attendant and into the haunted house before she could say anything else.

 as soon as you and jungkook stepped into the foyer, the air immediately went icy. the area looked exactly the way you expected it to - ancient and dark. the only source of light was a single candle propped up by the arch into the hallway. hung on the walls were rusty portraits of paintings with faces scratched out by claws. an eerie set of porcelain dolls welcomed you on a shelf, which jungkook jumped at. 

 creepy sounds alarmed you - louder giggling by a child, creaking floors, and unsettling music. you looked back and noticed that the attendant actually locked the front door, hearing the click of a key. no wonder there was a damn waiver.

 goosebumps popped up along your legs, as you shivered. you noticed that your arms weren't as freezing and realized that it was because you were still clutching onto jungkook.

 “oh, sorry!” you yelped, jumping back. 

 it seemed like jungkook was too busy scanning his surroundings, his fear growing with each passing second, despite just standing there. the haunted house had barely begun. he turned back to you, stone cold expression.

 “you won’t make fun of me?” he requested, slowly.

 “as long as you don’t make fun of me.”

 jungkook let out a sigh of relief. as a last resort, he checked the knob of the front door once more, just to see if escape was plausible. he fiddled and fiddled - still locked. 

 at the same time, the two of you met a shared understanding. jungkook held out his arm once more - whether it was for your safety or his own, it wasn’t clear - for you to grab and you did so. you were positive that his grip was even tighter than yours, but you bit back the complaint. poor guy was shaking, but you found it incredibly endearing. 

 “it’s just a fake house, let’s have fun,” you soothed, rubbing his arm playfully.

 he forced a chuckle. “alright, let’s go, princess.” it took a moment for you to realize that he was calling you princess in reference to your costume and not you.

 the two of you trekked forward into the first hallway, where every other lightbulb flickered on and off. several other portraits hung on the walls, depicting some sort of family in each one. the faces were all still scratched out.

 “cool, there’s a storyline or something,” you said, trying to break the tension.

 “AHH!”

 jungkook’s voice filled the hallway when a hand popped out of one of the portraits. you gasped loudly, nearly falling over. that was jump scare number one.

 when you both recovered, you couldn’t help but look at each other and laugh. 

 “i swear, y/n, what happens here stays between us,” he muttered, tugging for you to keep walking forward. you liked the way he took charge and held onto your wrist.

 you replied, “of course.”

 that is, you kept walking forward until you realized all of the doors were blocked off with caution tape. the haunted house was supposed to be one way and you were left confused. where were you supposed to go next? jungkook was wondering the same thing, as he looked around.

 “this is getting kinda weir - oh, shit.” his eyes widened when a new entryway appeared, just as he stepped on a loose plank of wood in the floor. it triggered the opening, revealing a smaller, darker hallway that seemed to be the next part of the house.

 your jaw nearly dropped to the ground. “nah. nuh uh, no way am i going in there!”

 “come on, you’re supposed to be the brave one out of the two of us here,” jungkook groaned, scratching his head.

 you were right. the ten bucks was already spent and the front door was locked. it wasn’t like there was anything going back now. you took a deep breath, imagining yourself in a far away paradise in front of the ocean instead of a creepy haunted house. when you opened your eyes, you had no choice but to shrug it off and pull jungkook into the new hallway.

 some sort of sound recording of whispers and giggling grew louder as you and jungkook crouched down to fit into the entryway. the hallway lead to just one room and as you approached it, the two of you jumped at the sudden sound of a scream that didn’t belong to the two of you.

 jungkook nearly squeezed the life out of you this time.

 “shit! ah, sorry, y/n!” he exclaimed, completely freaked out by the noise. you barely heard it, as you were screaming yourself. you were certain that your friends outside could hear your shared yelling, probably laughing their asses off. 

 the two of you hadn’t even reached the door yet and you saw that it was staged to look like a library of some sort. you and jungkook were practically holding onto each other for dear life now. you were so close to him that you could hear the beating of his heart. another small jump scare occurred when the books began moving on their own, vibrating in place as if possessed by a ghost.

 here, you nearly rammed into the taller man, having whipped around and forgetting he was right behind you. he caught you from toppling over, arms wrapped around your body, and you swore you were close enough to count the number of eyelashes on his lids. his look was intense and you felt dizzy, under a hypnosis that you’d never felt before. he didn’t let go and it wasn’t because of your frightening surroundings. 

 for once, an eerie peace wafted in the air, as silence spread. you and jungkook looked at each other, weary. 

 his lips parted slightly, as he refused to break his gaze. you could feel your heart beating louder and louder, like a relentless drum, and you hoped he wasn’t close enough to feel it. you could have melted into him at that moment, an unknown desire creeping up on you with jungkook just inches away. he was so. . . pretty. and you were drawn to him, a magnet. 

 “you know,” jungkook began, just below a whisper. “i’m kind of glad we did this.”

 you fought a shiver trailing up your spine. “what do you mean by that?” there was only one answer you wanted to hear. 

 you wondered why he wasn’t moving either, as you missed the way his eyes swept over your lips. this wasn’t good - if neither of you moved now, you were under a spell that released all common sense. you wanted to kiss him and you were afraid of getting let down.

 “y/n - “

 at that moment, an actor in a clown costume popped out from behind a bookshelf and a new door simultaneously opened to its left. this time, you and jungkook screamed at the top of your lungs and hand in hand, sprinted out of that door. 

 “eumph. . .jungkook, you’re a little too strong,” you whispered, the first excuse coming to mind, and he immediately loosened up.

 “sorry, sorry!” he apologized profusely. “that thing is going to kill us!”

 “koo, it’s just a costume!” you tried chasisting, despite being scared out of your mind.

 the two of you kept running until you found the next room, which was the kitchen. the cycle of jump scares and actors continued on, as your and jungkook’s shared unwavering nerves bonded you closer the entire time. at some point, both of your laughter filled the air.

 eventually, as soon as the exit sign was in sight, jungkook practically dragged you out with all his might. you were surprised when you met a stream of bright lights upon pushing the last, rusty door open and it turned out to be the outside world, instead of another hidden room or jump scare around the corner. jungkook sighed loudly, as the two of you made it out.

 the shit-eating grins of your friends greeted you. however, it didn’t seem like they were amused at the fright the haunted house gave you two. they all stood exactly where they left you, except they were now all staring intently. you wondered if your screams must have been that loud.

 “was it that bad?” doyeon sang and you eyed her with confusion.

 safe to say, you’d long turned stone cold sober, but were drunk on something else. a swarm of emotions settled at the pit of your stomach, before it was stripped away. you noticed that jungkook had finally broken away from you - his hand was clasped in yours the entire time, even upon exiting the haunted house. it took a second for both of you to notice, as a pink tint stained his cheeks and ears when he did. that was why your friends were grinning.

 “our turn!” seokmin yelled, causing jaehyun to groan and the rest of your friends to laugh at the pair.

 the attention was now off of you and jungkook, but your mind was fixated on the absence of jungkook’s touch for the rest of the night and how it almost felt like something you didn’t realize you needed.

 it seemed like the push and pull game with jungkook went on for a little too long and he found something new to play with. the sideways glances and lingering touches weren’t enough, but you didn’t know what to expect in the first place. the sight wasn’t betrayal by any means, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t harbour a pit of disappointment when you saw jungkook making out with another girl the very next day.

 “halloweekend” was every college student’s favourite made-up holiday, along with march madness and st. patrick’s day. okay, maybe the last one was somewhat of a real holiday, but you’d think it was the biggest deal in the world if you walked onto any college town’s streets during this coveted day. too early into the year, you wouldn’t know just quite yet, too fixated on how jam-packed halloweekend was. 

 you were planning to stay in the next night after the fair. it wasn’t common knowledge to you that you were apparently meant to continue partying into the weekend, even past actual halloween day. this news was rudely broken to you at six pm on that saturday, when a loud banging on the door interrupted your pedicure session with doyeon.

 it was like doyeon could smell her cousin’s antics from a mile away. her lips curved into a scowl, somehow already knowing that it was seokmin in the hallway without needing to be told. you swore that girl was psychic sometimes.

 “leave!” she shouted through the walls, putting down the cherry red nail polish back on the floor with a slam.

 the knocking persisted and doyeon sent you a pointed look when you stood up with a sigh. you sent her one back. at this point in the school year, the two of you were already able to communicate with nonverbal gestures. she resigned with her own sigh, as you continued walking towards the door. you were certain that the two of you were not going to be left alone, which left you with only one choice.

 looking through the peep hole, you burst out into laughter. you had no choice but to open the door.

 “what?” asked doyeon.

 upon swinging the door, her jaw fell. it was hard to not do so, when seokmin and jaehyun stood outside in the most ridiculous elf costumes. or, at least that’s what you assumed they were. seokmin appeared particularly enthusiastic with the most ridiculous grey beard hanging off his chin, its string tucked just underneath the impressively pointy magenta hat on his head. meanwhile, jaehyun looked more embarrassed than anything and you could tell whose idea this was.

 doyeon already had her hand up. “no - ”

 “hear us out - “

 “why would i hear out dopey and bashful?”

 you stifled a snort, stepping aside to let the two fools in. 

 jaehyun raised an eyebrow at doyeon. “those are snow white’s dwarves. wrong fantasy race.” he pointed to his fake ears. 

 she wasn’t listening. she sat in the same place with her arms folded across her chest and simply waited for the explanation.

 turned out that there was a costume contest being held at some frat house. seokmin already convinced yeri and jungkook apparently and thought it would be best to show up in person in order to coax you and doyeon out. 

 “it’s halloweekend! you thought the festivities were over?” he said. 

 it wasn’t too hard to convince the two of you, surprisingly. of course, when you heard jungkook was coming, that was all it took. on the other hand, seokmin bribed his cousin with some pre-rolls and soon, the four of you were on your merry way to meet your other friends. apparently, seokmin changed his pledge from kappa alpha psi to sigma chi (not that you knew the damn difference) all of a sudden and wanted to make a good impression with the whole costume thing.

 dryly, you murmured to doyeon, “you’re so easy to bribe.”

 “what? seokmin has a really good plug and he only gets the pricey shit.” doyeon shrugged.

 you weren’t particularly interested in competing in the contest, so you threw on yeri’s bunny ears from last night and called it a day. 

 the party ended up being just as bustling as the one the night prior. the walls danked like nobody’s business and you felt the humidity of the room as soon as you stepped inside, as there was barely room to walk with the sheer amount of bodies filling the space. the frat house was definitely grimier than last night and you had to hold your breath moving through various vape clouds. seokmin, being a poor freshman pledge, told you and your friends that he would catch up to you later on, as he was assigned door duty.

 “yeri and jungkook are probably somewhere around here,” jaehyun said, voice at the loudest volume you’ve ever heard his quiet self talk at, as he fought to be heard against the booming bass of the party’s speakers.

 it was easy to find yeri, who was sitting on the couch with her fellow cheer team members or model un students - whatever the hell it was from the endless list of extracurriculars that she was involved in.

 “you convinced them!” yeri exclaimed, pleased to see her two roommates out and about.

 jungkook, on the other hand? even easier to find. it was almost impossible to miss the way he sat on a poolside chair with jung eunbi sprawled on his lap, with her tongue down his throat.

 the living area was situated right next to the sliding doors that led to the backyard. as soon as you approached yeri, you could see outside through the floor to ceiling windows and ultimately, the view of him.

 maybe it wasn’t that easy. there was at least fifty people in the backyard and about a dozen more lounging about in the pool. a volleyball strung across the middle and neon lights installed underneath the water shone an impressive array of amethyst, sky blue and bubblegum, reminding you of birthday cake sprinkles. the way your cheeks heated up certainly wasn’t as sweet, but you allowed yourself to get lost in the swirl of led lights to keep your eyes off of jungkook. the speakers outdoors were just as loud as the ones inside, as the bass of some migos song boomed and crawled underneath your skin. 

 “jeez, another one?” jaehyun mused aloud and it forced you to come back to reality.

 yeri turned around and upon noticing jungkook, clicked her tongue. “what the hell?”

 only she seemed to notice your dejected look, but you’d already turned away and pretended to be busy taking a sip of the disgusting jungle juice the frat offered. the drink stung your throat, but not as much as the sight outside stung.

 “what do you mean another one?” doyeon asked, turning to jaehyun.

 “sorry, that sounded objectifying. but,” he shrugged. “kook’s just been on a roll these past few weekends, if you catch my drift.”

 oh.

 you felt your chest crackling like fresh ice, each crevice burning you - mostly with embarrassment, at that. you didn’t have to look at yeri to know that her expression was strewn into one of pity. again, you reminded yourself that this wasn’t betrayal. it was just a silly little crush. jungkook didn’t owe you anything and it wasn’t like you voiced any of these potential feelings to anyone, despite yeri’s encouragement.

 those potential feelings were definitely gnawing at your stomach at this point, as you spared another glance out the window. 

 eunbi was a pretty girl, a sophomore that was the student union treasurer or some shit like that. she was one of those people that everyone on campus knew, somehow amassing a healthy couple of thousand followers on her socials. you remember her from orientation week, giving out t-shirts to freshmen with a blinding white smile. it was the same smile pressing into jungkook’s lips and that’s when you had to turn away again.

 “should we play some pong?” you suggest aloud to no one in particular.

 jaehyun and doyeon were immersed in a heated debate about the moon landing after spotting someone in an astronaut costume. meanwhile, yeri simply stood there in awkward silence and tried to not make it obvious that she noticed the dejected look in your eyes. the three turned their heads towards you and immediately agreed, moving to take over the mostly empty dining table on the other side of the room - thankfully, far away from the backyard.

 “i don’t want to drink beer,” groaned yeri, as you all took your positions around the table.

 sipping on beer turned into taking half shots of smirnoff for each cup during the game. given what you just saw outside, you agreed to the rules without hesitation. 

 as the game begun, you thought back to the past month, getting to know jungkook and his friends. the six of you all saw each other at least once a week and even more often in smaller numbers. it was easy when you all lived in stratton hall. seokmin would sometimes join you and doyeon for breakfast in the dining hall. you and yeri went to the gym a few times, around the same time jungkook would be in the middle of his workout and there was always room for chatting. 

 during the times where it was the six of you, usually out at parties like this or even group study sessions, jungkook never failed to sit next to you. he never failed to joke with you and defend you from seokmin’s teasing.

 maybe you really were looking too much into it. you swore there were lingering looks and one too many late night text conversations about nothing. jaehyun was your partner for the pong game and while he took his shot, you peeked at your phone to reread the last thread of texts you had with jungkook from last night, after the fair.

 saturday november 1   [3:35 am] jungkook 🍓: dude theres like 3 ppl passed out in our hallway lmao did you guys get in okay? [3:36 am] you: yes worry wart haha we made it and didn;t trip over any drunk bodies [3:36 am] jungkook 🍓: WHATEVER  [3:36 am] jungkook 🍓: jaehyun and i almost died getting into our dorm so [3:37 am] you: well you almost died in the haunted house today so congrats [3:37 am] you: you cheated death twice today!! [3:37 am] jungkook 🍓: you’re evil let’s not talk about that place ever again [3:37 am] you: i wish i had my phone to take a picture of ur face it would have been golden blackmail material [3:37 am] jungkook 🍓: [attachments: 1] [3:38 am] you: don’t pout at me :(((( that’s dirty koo [3:38 am] jungkook 🍓: because you’re evil [3:37 am] jungkook 🍓: sleep well princess peach  

but, that wasn’t even the end of the conversation because you and jungkook began exchanging tiktoks and memes for the next hour after that. you wanted to bang your head on the nearest wooden surface. being awful at pong helped alleviate the desire, as with each missed shot came vodka.

 “you guys suck,” yeri cackles, watching another one of her balls sink into the final red solo cup.

 jaehyun groaned next to you, but he was just as bad as the game as you were. you smiled sheepishly at him.

 he held out his hand. “good game. we tried our hardest,” jaehyun said, being a good sport about it. he also took the courtesy of taking the final shot just before that and you silently thanked the heavens. 

 you laughed and shook it. the laugh that came out of your mouth sounded like you needed water, as you were certainly drunk after losing so badly. one of your hands was gripping the ebony of the dining table, as your eyes swept your surroundings for the nearest sink. 

 “i’ll be right back!” you exclaimed to your friends and already left before any of them could offer their companionship.

 the song playing in the background was that one katy perry song about dancing on table tops and funnily enough, there was a gaggle of girls dressed up as charlie’s angels doing so. you prayed that none of them would fall on top of you as you squeezed across the room.

 unlike last night, you learned your lesson and did not wear a ridiculous pair of heels. you hadn’t even given your costume a second thought when seokmin and jaehyun barged into your dorm earlier that evening. yet, somehow, you were having a harder time walking tonight.

 you thought it was just the bass of the music throwing you off guard, but you realized you were genuinely swaying back and forth a few seconds later. 

 “shit! fuck!”

 it was like one of those slow motion videos you’ve seen online of disaster striking out of nowhere. a car crash or something. you saw the big, burly guy come your way without even looking straight and you shouldn’t have trusted him to get out of the way. he crashed into you before you could even process what was happening - hell, your swaying back and forth made it so that you were practically leaning into it.

 with a gasp, your entire upper body was soaked in the disgusting jungle juice that was offered to you earlier. in a murky maroon colour, it not only seeped through your white shirt and stained it, but your bra was now visible. you only noticed this because everyone around you decided to stare right into your chest.

 “shoot, i’m sorry -” the guy began, but he was slurring and obviously not in the right state of mind.

 you stuttered, feeling heat creep up on your cheeks at the feeling of dozens of pairs of eyes on you. in your inebriated state, you didn’t even know what to say. you’d never had so much unwanted attention in your life before and you thought you were about to shrivel up and, well, die. 

 “i - “

 then, you felt something heavy drape over your shoulders and the scent of sandalwood and whisky filled your senses. when you looked up to see what it was - or rather, who - he already had your wrist clasped in his grip and was tugging you to another room.

 jungkook.

 he was leading you through the house and you heard him cuss when the two of you stumbled upon an insane line for the bathroom. jungkook looked back at you for the first time, concern glimmering in his eyes. you looked down and it was his denim jacket that he put over your shoulders.

 “one sec, there’s gotta be a free bathroom upstairs,” he says calmly, peering over to the staircase. “are you okay to go up the stairs?”

 “mhmm,” is all that you could muster, too stunned at what just happened and how he just appeared out of nowhere.

 jungkook gave you one of those boyish, crooked smiles that you liked. he gently led you to the staircase, one hand on your back. 

 “where’d you come from?” you asked, as if you didn’t already know.

 he answered while still steering you up each step. “i was in the backyard. i was waiting for you guys to all come and when i came inside, yeri said that you went to get some water.”

 when he led you into the bathroom, you noticed that he had a bottle of water in his hand. jungkook noticed and chuckled.

 “i figured you’d have a hard time looking for it. the frat is kinda stingy with water and i wouldn’t trust their sinks.”

 you managed to snort. “again, always giving me beverages.”

 jungkook put the toilet seat down for you to sit on and handed you the water bottle. earlier, you didn’t get a chance to even notice his attire. he was wearing just plain blue jeans and a white tank top with a flannel around his waist, maybe his hair styled slightly different.

 “koo, are you. .  .a plumber?”

 he let out a bark of laughter at that. “no, stupid.” jungkook points to his hair slicked with pomade and his discarded denim jacket on your shoulders. “a greaser, actually. i put all my effort into mario and got lazy today.”

 “same.” you shrugged and pointed to your forgotten bunny ears. 

 jungkook let out a fake yawn. “booooring. recycling your friend’s costume. super lame, y/n,” he teased and you smacked his arm for it.

 “you’re literally just wearing denim, don’t talk to me about being boring,” you shot back.

 jungkook had obviously just found random clothes in his closet and put hair product in, calling it a day. you figured that the invite was also last minute for him. 

 “are you a john travolta greaser or a matt dillon one?”

 “obviously matt dillon. he’s way cooler, “ jungkook scoffed. “but, i got summer nights on my playlist and i promise you, i’ll never skip that shit. best song ever.”

 the two of you fell into your usual banter for the next few minutes, conversation easy as ever. jungkook poked a little bit of fun at you for what happened downstairs, which you accepted with a huff. 

 “halloweekend is not for the weak,” he chuckled, leaning against the counter. 

 his bare arms made for a clear view of his tattoos, which were rapidly increasing since the start of the school year alone. you tried not to stare, instead pretending to find the marble tiles of the bathroom fascinating.

 you looked at his denim jacket around your shoulders and cursed aloud. “oh fuck. i’m sorry, jungkook, there’s a bit of jungle juice on it - “

 “it’s fine, really,” jungkook interrupted without hesitation. “there was no way i was gonna leave you down there like that.”

 the realization that jungkook also saw your soaked shirt was a bit sobering and it also made you remember that the two of you were sitting in a random bathroom. the pause also seemed to help jungkook in remembering as well and he pushed off the counter. 

 jungkook untied the flannel around his waist and held it out to you. “here, get dressed. i’m sure you don’t want to walk around with red 40 all over your body,” he chuckled.

 you blinked, not expecting the gesture. “oh. shit - thank you, jungkook,” you said, genuinely grateful.

 he grinned. “and drink that water. don’t worry, i’ll be at your service all night to give you more beverages, milady.”

 “whatever.” you playfully rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the matching grin forming at the corner of your lips.

 “want me to wait for you?” jungkook asked and you shook your head, as he’d already done more than enough. “okay. i’ll be downstairs where the others are.”

 the end of halloweekend was certainly not as fun as the beginning, but you left that party smelling of jungkook’s cologne. even after you returned to your friends, jungkook waved you off when you tried handing his jacket back to him and said to keep it if you got cold. the rest of the night wasn’t as eventful, thankfully, and you nearly forgot about what you saw earlier. 

 it did help that you never heard about eunbi ever again, so you figured it was just some sort of drunken makeout session. you and jungkook continued to operate as normal, but for the time being, you didn’t allow yourself to get your hopes again. this was college and people just did that sort of thing, the “casual” thing. you accepted it and even began to indulge in it yourself as the year went on. 

 all in all, you decided you didn’t need a relationship right now either, between school and transitioning into this new life. jungkook was your friend for now and soon, would become your best friend. of course, that’s where it always gets complicated.

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Try Again- John Walker x FReader

Word count:7,995

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, possible OOC John.

(y/f/m)= your favorite movie

(y/f/d)= your favorite drink

Summary: Reader realizes she is in love with John after an almost kiss. But will John be able to accept the fact that he is in love with her too? Will she help him overcome his fear of starting over?

There was something strange going on between you and John. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint if it was good or bad, but it was something. 

When you first met him, he was the bane of your existence. Now, whenever you saw him, your heart seemed to stutter. Your face got warm, and your stomach filled with butterflies. 

It was 8:30 in the morning, and you had just shuffled into the kitchen to get yourself a much-needed cup of coffee. As soon as you rounded the corner, there he stood, ready for the day. His hair was still a bit damp and unruly, and you had the urge to reach up and run your hands through it. As you stared at him, you began to realize you wanted to do much more than run your hands through his hair. You wanted to wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face against his chest. You wanted him to kiss your forehead and say good morning with that voice of his. That low voice that still held the thickness of sleep. 

A small smile quirked at your lips at the thought. Coming out of your thoughts, you noticed him staring right back at you in confusion. A warmth spread across your face, and you quickly looked away from him. 

“Are you ok (y/n)?” his voice held slight concern. He placed his coffee cup on the counter and fully turned towards you. 

“Yeah, uh, I’m f-fine. Just a bit spacey today. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” You got your words out as fast as possible.

The look on his face told you he didn’t believe you. You could tell he wanted to push, but decided against it. 

“Well, if you, uh, if you ever want to talk, I’m here.” It almost sounded like he was nervous about it. 

You gave him a soft grin and nodded. 

“Thanks, I’m here too. You always seem to know where to find me, so you know where I’ll be.” You teased him a bit, and he looked to the floor with a grin. 

“I just know you better than you think. It’s easy to figure you out.” He remarked, and you chuckled.

“Oh really? Then tell me what’s on my mind.” Your brow raised challengingly.

He shook his head and smiled before looking at you. His eyes seemed to search you, and you felt your heart speed up at the thought of him looking at you the way he did. You did your best to keep your guard up and make your expression as normal as possible. And by normal you mean neutral, not cold, but not too cocky. You kept your small smile and open demeanor. 

As John looked at you, his mind seemed to wander. Your sleepy eyes and wrinkled pajamas. The fuzzy socks on your feet are patterned with different dogs. The way your hands cradled the coffee cup in your hands. He couldn’t help but imagine your soft but greedy hands pulling him closer. Your cherry chapstick lingering on his lips for hours. Sweet sounds you'd make when he'd touch you.

John’s stomach flipped as he thought of all the things he unyieldingly longed to do. 

Realizing how long he had been ‘reading’ you, he snapped out of it. You smirked as he shook his head. 

“Figure me out yet?” Your voice carried a joking lilt. 

He stood in front of you now with a glimmer of something in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite understand. You could feel his warmth, he was that close to you. Your smirk faltered slightly at his proximity. The tension between you was nothing you had ever experienced before. It was unexpectedly charged. His hand gripped the counter behind you, and he seemed to lean in close. So close that your noses could brush. Your breath was stolen by the way he looked at you.

He looked at you like he wanted you, like you were the only thing in this world he wanted to call his. 

Your eyes softened as you looked into his. A few minutes ago, you never believed that you would be so close to him that you could see the color of his eyes change hues of blue in the light. 

John’s eyes flickered from yours to your lips. The lips he thought of kissing only moments ago.

His nose now softly nudged yours, your (e/c) eyes fluttered shut, and you could feel his breath fan across your lips. 

“John!” Ava called from around the corner. Your eyes flew open at her voice, he sighed as he stepped away from you.

“What?” he asked as the woman rounded the corner with an annoyed look on her face. 

Before she could speak, she noticed the tension in the room and glanced between the two of you. She saw the flustered look you tried to mask, and the way John seemed to breathe a bit harder. The look on Ava’s face was one of suspicion. You gave her a pleading look as if asking her not to mention it. She could see the look of anxiety in your eyes, and kept her mouth shut on the subject.

Ava turned to face John, “We’re assigned to a mission in Lima, we leave in 2 hours. Get ready and I’ll meet you by the landing pad,” she informed him. He nodded his head and strode out of the room as fast as he could. 

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Ava looked at you in concern. 

“Is everything ok?” she asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You flashed her a small smile and nodded. She looked at you with uncertainty. “You would tell me if something happened?” she asked.

“Of course, Ava, thanks for checking in, but I’m fine,” you told her with as much of a steady voice as you could muster.

“Good. We’ll be back soon. I’ll bring him back in one piece, alright,” she reassured you.

Your eyes widened; you should’ve realized that she could see right through you, she always could. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh. 

“Just be careful,” you said before pulling her into a hug. She hugged you back just as tightly.

As Ava left the kitchen, your head fell into your hands. You could barely comprehend what almost happened. Not letting yourself believe that what you felt from him could be true. Tricking yourself into thinking what you saw in his eyes wasn’t real.

Maybe half an hour had passed before you got ready for the day. Walking out of your room, you see John going down the hallway to meet Ava. 

You decide to take a chance to talk to him before he leaves, even if it’s only to say goodbye and be careful.

“John,” you tried to get his attention as he was walking away. His footsteps stopped, and he let you catch up with him. He kept his eyes on the ground as you walked beside him. 

“I um, I just wanted to say goodbye,” you said and glanced at him, seeing if he would spare a look. He didn’t look at you, so you tried one more time.

“John,” you said, trying to get his attention. But again, there was no answer.

You gently grabbed his arm, and he reluctantly looked at you. “What is it?” he sighed out.

“I just wanted to tell you to come back safe,” you said and smiled softly despite feeling a bit hurt. 

“We will,” he told you and walked away.

Standing there in the hall, you could feel your heart constrict; it was as if he didn’t care. It was like what had happened wasn’t real. Confusion clouded your mind, you didn’t understand what you had done. 

Bucky had found you sitting on the couch, doing your best to read the book you were trying to finish. Nothing was helping, and you were just rereading the same sentence over and over again.

The couch dipped as someone sat next to you. You didn’t have to see their face to know it was Bucky. Your shoulders slouched, and you let out a sigh, finally letting yourself relax. Feeling safe enough to show how tired you really were. 

“You ok, kid?” his voice was a low, comforting rumble. 

Chuckling, you looked over at him. 

“That’s the third time someone has asked me that today. And I guess my answer is no,” The look in your eyes was one he’d never seen before. Uncertainty. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he raised his hand to run through your hair. 

You could feel some stress leaving you. As you always did when he was around. 

You screwed your eyes shut and tried to hold everything back. You didn’t understand why you wanted to cry. Nothing had really happened between you and John, but it felt like something was there. Something that you couldn’t shake, something that made your heart too full.

You could feel the tears begin to drip down your cheeks. Opening your eyes, Bucky's gaze was soft and understanding. The book fell from your hand as you let yourself lean into your friend. 

He was more than a friend, he was family. Someone you trusted fully, and whom you could never seem to lie to. 

“I’m so confused.” Your voice strained as tears of frustration continued to fall. 

“What’s got you so confused, Sweetheart?” he let you curl into his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

“Walker,” your voice was muffled by his shirt. You buried your head further against his chest as your cheeks heated up.

Bucky leaned down and placed his head on yours.

“What was that?” he asked.

You shifted so you could look up at him. “John,” you sighed.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Well, I don’t think you’re the first to be confused by him,” he told you jokingly. 

He got a small smile out of you, and you shook your head. 

“I’m- I’m just so frustrated. I can’t tell how he feels about me. I thought I knew for a moment, and then he wouldn’t give me anything. He barely even looked at me after I said goodbye today.” You confessed to Bucky. 

“You know I don’t like him, but I think it’s safe to say he’s not great at dealing with feelings like that.” He once again began to run his fingers through your hair. 

He saw the look on your face, a look of fear that you’d done something wrong. “Did something happen today (y/n)?” Bucky asked carefully, not wanting to hit a nerve or make you uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at him, desperation shone in your eyes. 

“He almost kissed me today. Only two hours before I told him goodbye, he leaned in to kiss me, and then he acted like he didn’t care. Like it never even happened. It was like I was a stranger.” Your voice was soft, unsure.

Bucky just listened as you spoke, doing his best to be a comfort. He looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. He hated seeing you like this; he hated knowing that you felt that way. That Walker made you feel that way. 

Tears began to gloss over your eyes once more as you sighed. You didn’t know you felt so deeply for him. Never realized that he meant so much to you, but he did, and now you can’t stop caring.

A cool hand touched your cheek, leaning into it, you sighed. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ve done anything wrong…” He paused, thinking of what to say next. “I think he’s scared after everything that happened with Olivia. I think he’s scared to start over.” He did his best to explain the possibility of why he suddenly acted so cold.

Your heart sank at the thought of him feeling that way. You never thought about it like that, you didn’t think of him. How scared he must be to open up again, to fully trust someone and have them trust him. How scared he must be to fall in love again. 

Your shoulders dropped, a

nd you once again let yourself rest against Bucky’s chest. Bucky could tell what was going on in your mind. He let his head rest on yours and rubbed your arm. 

“It’ll be ok. He’ll be ok,” Bucky kissed your head, and just let you hold him for as long as you needed to. 

It had been four days since John and Ava had gone on their mission. Everyone noticed that you had become quiet. The only one who truly knew why was Bucky, and he wasn’t willing to share your reasoning with anyone. 

In your mind, you had decided the best idea was to give him space, to let him come to you if and when he was ready. The only thing that hurt you was that you didn’t know if he wanted what you did. John may never be ready, and if that were the case, you’d just have to understand that.

Your heart didn’t want to let go, but if it came down to it, then you’d have to. It was a feeling you had never experienced. Something you didn’t know how to handle well. You weren’t good at letting go, it had always been an issue for you. When you were young, your family moved from Oregon to New York. Leaving the first home you’d ever known, leaving the very first friends you’d ever made, was like ripping a piece of your soul away. 

When your childhood dog passed away, you kept their favorite toy, and you still have it now. The day your grandma passed away, your heart shattered. Refusing to believe she was gone, you still spoke to her years later. Even now, when you’re lost or alone, you’ll close your eyes and talk to her as if she’s right next to you. 

After your worst heartbreak, you didn’t think you'd find love again. Until you met John. 

Now you may have to let go before you get to hold him. 

There you sat next to Bob by the window where he always sits while reading. He saw the look on your face and asked you to sit with him, and so you did. You let yourself settle next to your friend in a comfortable silence. The only thing that could be heard was the rain outside and him mumbling the words he was reading under his breath. It was comforting to just sit with someone, not having to speak to understand that each of you just wants company.

After a while, you felt someone shaking your shoulder. A sleepy groan escaped you as you rubbed your eyes. You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep. 

“(y/n),” your name was spoken so softly you almost didn’t hear it. Slowly, you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Bob smiling at you softly. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, so I took you to your room. I hope you don’t mind.” His voice was so sweet, and you smiled back sleepily. 

“Thanks, Bobby,” you mumbled and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His cheeks went pink as he nodded. 

“Of course. I, um, I’ll leave so you can rest,” he spoke softly before squeezing your shoulder and making his exit. 

What you didn’t realize was that Ava and John had returned as he was taking you to your room. 

Bob passed by John as he carried you fast asleep in his arms.

Bob gave John a smile and a soft welcome back as he walked by him. John nodded back, but felt his heart pang at the sight.

Why was Bob holding you as you slept? Why was he taking you back to your room?

John was so confused. He could see how content you were; he saw the way your face was pressed against his chest as you slept.  

It’s only been four days, and Bob has moved in on you. John thought Bob liked Yelena, not you. Did you like Bob?

John walked down the hall to his room. As he did, he passed by your room, and the door was open just enough to see you kiss Bob on the cheek. His heart seemed to stop for a second at the sight. He didn’t understand.

He swore that there was something he had with you. Something that he didn’t know how to describe. Maybe something he was too scared to accept.

He didn’t want to accept the fact that he may be in love with you. 

But unbeknownst to him, you had accepted that same thing. You accepted the fact that you were in love with John.

 Waking up the next morning, you made your way into the kitchen for a cup of coffee when you were greeted with the same sight as four days before. John stood with messy morning hair and a bruise on his cheek. Concern filled your eyes as you took a step closer to him. 

“John,” your voice was soft as you got his attention. 

He looked up from his coffee to glance at you. He hummed in acknowledgment and took another sip. Something in your heart tugged, and you swore you felt a twinge of pain in your chest. Again, he paid you no mind.

“Are you ok? I’m glad you’re home,” you said, and moved to the cupboard to grab a mug. 

“If you’re asking about the bruise, it doesn’t hurt, just looks bad,” he said. 

The way he spoke gave you the hint that he didn’t want to talk. So you left the conversation there. As you looked for your favorite mug, you noticed it was on the top shelf and sighed. 

Reaching for it, you huffed in frustration, but before you were able to climb on the counter, someone reached from behind you to grab it for you.

You hoped with everything in you that when you turned around, it would be John, but when you did, John was still leaning on the island. A warm hand was placed on the small of your back, and you knew from how gentle the touch was that it could only be Bob. 

Once again, your heart tugged, and your eyes flashed with disappointment. Bob placed the mug beside you, and you smiled at him as he reached for his own mug. 

“Thanks, Bob,” you grinned softly at him. 

“No problem. Just didn’t want you to get hurt.” his voice was sweet, genuine. 

You squeeze his hand before pouring yourself a coffee. 

“John! You’re finally back!” Alexei exclaimed as he made his usual boisterous entrance. 

Everyone in the room winced at his volume. 

“How was mission, huh?!” his voice somehow louder than before.

“Just like any other one,” John answered plainly, and rubbed a hand down his face. As you glanced at him again, your eyes still held concern. He was tired and closed off. 

Alexei then turned his attention to you and smiled before pulling you into a big hug. 

“Ah (Y/N), it is so good to see you!” he said and smacked a big kiss on your crown. He let you go, and you gave him an awkward smile.

John looked between you and Alexei with confusion. “What do you mean? You see her every day.” John questioned.

Immediately, your gaze dropped to your feet. “She has been hiding in her room for days. I rarely see her during the day, almost like a raccoon. She comes out at night to eat and then hides in the day, you know,” Alexei explained, and you shook your head. 

“What the hell are you even talking about?” John asked with furrowed brows. 

“She is not usual self. She’s depressed.” Alexei decides to announce to the whole room. 

You placed your head in your hands and did your best to take a deep breath. The feeling of John’s stare was burning. Opening your eyes, you took one glance at him, and could see the confusion. 

No one said a word; all you could feel was them staring at you, expecting you to say something or explain yourself. 

You could feel tears well up in your eyes and placed your cup down before walking away. 

Yelena passed you by, before she could ask anything, you were already halfway down the hallway.

Yelena sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alexei! What did you do?” She marched into the kitchen. 

He held up his hands in defense. “I did nothing. All I say was (Y/N) has been depressed and hiding like raccoon,” he explained himself. Yelena pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. 

“Did something happen while we were gone?” John asked. 

“I’m not sure, I did see her talking with Bucky after you left. She seemed really upset.” Bob informed them all. 

John’s shoulders sagged, and he let his head fall back. He groaned in frustration, at what, or who? He wasn’t sure.

Before anyone could say anything else, he walked out of the room. He had an idea in his head of what made you so upset. But he refused to believe it. 

It couldn’t be him, it just couldn’t be. 

He didn’t know where he was going until he reached the balcony of the penthouse. He wasn’t sure why he was there, but he was finally able to take a deep breath. 

“What is going on?” he mumbled to himself. 

Had he hurt you the day he left? What had he done? 

Was it the almost kiss? Had he been too cold? He didn’t mean to be that way. All he wanted was to protect himself and you. Did his fear hurt you? 

John stood there watching the chaos of the city moving beneath him, it almost felt like the city’s restlessness was in his head. 

He couldn’t figure you out. 

You knew exactly where you were going as your feet took you right where you needed to be. 

Standing outside his room, you raised your fist to knock. After the first rap, you heard the lock click open. You shuffled your feet as he opened the door. Immediately, he looked at you, and your arms wrapped around him. 

“Hey, hey, Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Bucky asked and placed his hand on the back of your head to keep you close. 

The door closed behind you as he held you. You didn’t even know what to tell him. You didn’t know if you were sad or mad, or just embarrassed. 

He felt tears soak through his shirt and pulled you closer. He scooped you up and sat on the bed with you. 

He just let you get your tears out before he spoke again. “Did John say something to you?” He asked and brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes. 

The shake of your head told him otherwise, so he waited for you to speak, not wanting to overwhelm you with questions. 

“I’m just embarrassed.” You admitted to him. 

His brows furrowed. “Why would you be embarrassed?” Bucky asked. 

“I was in the kitchen with John and Bob this morning when Alexei walked in,” you paused, and Bucky sighed. He knew this couldn’t be good. 

“He told John that I had been hiding in my room, being depressed,” you told him. 

The look on Bucky’s face was one of pure annoyance. 

“Of course, he’d do something like that. What else did the idiot say?” He asked. 

“He also compared me to a raccoon; it was embarrassing. God, you should’ve seen the look on John’s face.” You went on. “It was terrible, I just had to get out of there. I know it’s stupid to cry, but I don’t handle these feelings well,” you told him. 

“It’s ok Sweetheart, Alexei is an asshole and we all know it. He just can’t keep his mouth shut about anything. I think it’s kind of like a sickness.” Bucky joked. 

You let out a chuckle and rested your head on his shoulder. 

A comfortable silence lay over the room like a blanket. Almost scared you spoke up again, “I don’t want John to think it’s his fault,” you revealed. 

Bucky kissed your head. “Sometimes things happen for a reason. I know that everyone says it, but it’s the truth. So don’t give up on him yet. It’ll work out some way, and if it doesn’t, I’ll be right here.”  His words were comfort enough for you.

“I love you, Bucky,” you said and closed your eyes.

 “Love you, too, Sweetheart.” 

The morning steeped into the evening like an old cup of tea. You sat in your room by the window, as you looked out at the skyline, you wondered how it was that you got here.

That thought came up in your mind more than you’d like to admit. Everyone asks themselves that, but for you, it felt different. The question was more of a ‘why me? ’.

At points in your life, you'd done some extraordinary things, you’d saved people's lives. You’d stood against this country and your friends to come to the defense of someone you believed in. 

You mourned for people who should never have been lost. You mourned for who you used to be. 

You had gone through more than anyone your age should have to in a lifetime, and you believed that was one of the reasons you belonged with the team. 

Your past had brought you to this moment in your life, and for that, you were grateful. You were grateful for the family you’ve found along the way, and you were grateful for him. 

John Walker was a man whom you never would have thought you’d fall in love with. He was sarcastic, cocky, and rude. Yet somehow he made your heart pound, your cheeks burn, and your smile stick to your lips for hours. 

Now, sitting on the floor just thinking about him made your head spin. After your talk with Bucky today, you have been trying to figure out a way to fix everything.

All you wanted was for John to be happy, and if that took you out of the picture, then so be it. If John decided he didn’t want you, you would just have to find a way to cope. 

Movie night was tonight, and after avoiding everyone for days, you decided not to give up. Just like Bucky told you. You were not going to give up on John. 

The hallways were dark as you made your way to the main room. You could hear the popcorn being made, and everyone chatting. Before setting foot in the room, you took a deep breath and did your best to calm yourself. 

You moved to enter the room when someone scooped you up from behind. You let out a shriek and grabbed the person’s shoulder. Everyone’s attention turned to you. 

“Well, here she is!” you heard Bucky’s voice next to your ear. You looked at him with wide eyes, and he chuckled. 

“(Y/N), we were looking for you!” Yelena said excitedly. Bucky placed you on your feet once more, and you shook your head with a laugh. 

“You know I wouldn’t miss movie night!” you exclaimed. You did your best to look unfazed by John ignoring you. 

Alexei almost opened his mouth, but closed it due to the looks he was being given by almost everyone in the room.  

“It is nice night for movie!” he decided to say instead. 

Letting out a soft laugh, you nodded. “I’m glad we’re all back together again.”

You glanced at John and were surprised to see him looking right back at you. A genuine smile stretched across your lips as he gave a small smile back. 

John had been worrying all day about this moment. He didn’t know if you were gonna buddy up with someone else after everything that had happened. Because usually on Movie nights, you always chose the seat next to his. If he were on the floor, you were right there next to him, despite how uncomfortable it would be. If he was on the couch, then so were you with a blanket and two beers in your hand. He knew you didn’t like beer very much. The only reason you got the other one ‘for yourself’ was because he always wanted another one. 

You would have a few sips of it, but he knew the (y/f/d) next to the beer was yours. 

John was prepared for you to cuddle up with Bob or maybe even Bucky. So he tried not to care when Bucky carried you into the room. 

He could feel your words were slightly aimed at him as you said you were glad everyone was together again. You were more so saying that you were glad he was home. John couldn’t help but look at you, and couldn’t seem to look away when you held his gaze. 

The smile on your face was one he had missed so much, he had missed everything about you. The way your eyes brightened when you looked at him, or the way your nose slightly crinkled when you laughed. 

He could see in you the moment he looked at you that you weren’t giving up. On what? He wasn’t quite sure, but it made something stir inside him. Just the small interaction you had in 15 seconds was easing his seemingly ceaseless doubts. 

Something changed in John as you looked at him. He seemed at ease, it was almost as if from one glance he really saw you. You felt as if he saw the determination that had laced tightly around your heart. The determination to love him. It was almost as if you had come to an agreement. An understanding to put aside the past few days and try again. 

“Whose turn to choose the movie?” You question and look around. 

“I. I will choose perfect movie!” Alexei volunteers himself, and everyone lets out a collective groan of protest. 

“Absolutely not.” Yelena pointed harshly at him. 

“What? Why not? I choose a good movie each time,” he pouted. 

“I think it’s your turn (Y/N),” John said. The whole team looked at him. Ava nodded her head. 

“Yeah. It is your turn! Go ahead and choose a movie.” Ava pushed the remote into your hand, and your brows furrowed. 

“Are you sure? It doesn’t feel like it is?” Your voice was uncertain.  

Bucky placed a hand on your back and nudged you toward the couch. “Choose, Sweetheart. It’s your turn.” He assured you. 

You smiled, nodding your head, and you plopped down on the couch. It wasn’t even a choice in your mind, it would always be (y/f/m). 

A smile crept its way onto your lips as you pulled up the movie. John immediately knew your pick from the second he said it was your turn to choose the movie. 

“I forgot my blanket!” you exclaimed, and were about to get up until it landed in your lap. You looked up and saw Bucky standing behind the couch with a smile. 

“Did you want anything to drink?” John spoke up from beside you. 

“I can get drinks for us. Did you want a beer?” You asked and again went to stand up, but he stopped you. 

“I’ll get them,” he said and smiled. 

He could tell you were nervous about him getting the drinks because you always got another drink for yourself. It was cute that you thought he didn’t notice. 

“Oh, I um… ok, thanks.” Your voice was nervous, and you cursed yourself for it. 

John walked into the kitchen, and Bucky stood there as if waiting for him. 

“She’s a great girl, John,” Bucky spoke up just enough so John could hear him. 

He looked over at Bucky, trying to hide the s

urprise in his eyes. He knew he was talking about you, and didn’t know what to say. 

“She deserves to be happy. And as much as I hate to say it, so do you. So don’t mess this up.” Bucky’s voice was softer than he’d heard it. Yet John could still hear the edge of a threat in his tone.

Before John could say a word, the older man exited the kitchen and went back to sit by you. 

John’s heart pounded. He could barely comprehend what Bucky had said. 

“John! Come on, we want to start the movie!” he was pulled from his stupor as he grabbed two beers and (y/f/d). He strode back into the room and took his spot. 

He placed your drink on the table in front of you, right next to the beer. And placed his beer in front of him. 

You looked at your drink, and your heart stopped. Your eyes peered up at the man sitting next to you. You could feel heat rushing to your cheeks as he sent you a knowing grin.

The movie began to play, and as it kept rolling, you got closer to John. The space between you had become smaller and smaller. John looked over at you and couldn’t help but want to pull you closer. The way the screen light reflected in your eyes and the smile you had when watching your favorite scene. 

He felt you move closer to him as the movie played. Your hands fidgeting with the hem of your blanket, dying to reach out for him. To reach out and hold him closer than you ever have. 

You were practically right next to him now, and he decided to end both of your sufferings. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you into his side. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. He didn’t look at you as if it was something so casual to do. 

You could see the smile on his face, though. He could feel your stare, but didn’t chance a look. 

Seeing this as an opportunity to toss your blanket over him as well and tuck yourself against his chest, you did just that. That’s where you stayed for the rest of the movie. 

The credits rolled over the screen, but you didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to leave his side, you felt safe and warm. He could feel your reluctance and looked down at you. 

His eyes were warm, and his voice was thick from not using it for a while. 

“You ok?” he asked and ran a hand over your hair. 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m just sleepy, that’s all.” It sounded like you were uncertain about what you were saying. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” John whispered as he looked at almost everyone around you who had fallen asleep. 

“Okay,” the disappointment in your voice hit him hard. 

He knew there was more that you wanted to say, and there was more that he wanted to say as well. 

He took your hand in his as he helped you up and off the couch. 

Quietly, you stepped around Alexei, who was somehow passed out on the floor by the TV. 

Before you exited the room, you placed your blanket across Bucky’s lap and placed a kiss on his head. 

The whole tower was dark, and the moonlight was sheathed by clouds as you walked through the halls. John’s hand was firm in yours as he guided you towards your room. Now that you were alone with him, the energy shifted again. 

It wasn’t anything bad or uncomfortable. It almost felt like the space between you was full. 

Full of so many words that were begging to be said and heard.

John came to a stop outside your door and sighed. 

He turned to look at you with an expression almost unreadable. 

“I guess this is goodnight then,” he spoke softly as if your team was in the same room as you still, all fast asleep. 

“I guess so,” your tone was disappointed, no matter how hard you tried to mask it. He could tell, and his heart ached. 

You stepped into your room and were about to shut the door when John placed a hand on it. 

“(Y/N), can we talk?” John’s words were shaky as he kept his gaze on his feet. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. 

“Yeah, of course we can,” your voice was laced with nerves. 

Your hands began to shake as he stepped into your room and shut the door. What was going to happen? Was this it? Or was this the end before it even had the chance to begin? 

You both stood in silence for a few more seconds than was comfortable. Not knowing how to begin. 

“Did I do something wrong?” John’s voice was one of confusion.

You sighed. You knew this would be a question. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you told him.

He shook his head and dragged a palm down his face. 

“Then tell me why you’ve been acting so strange for four days.” his tone was gruff as he looked at you with questioning eyes. 

“It’s not your fault if that’s what you’re thinking.” You did your best to remain calm. John noticed the way your hands wrung together as you answered him. 

Now, in his mind, that meant he was the exact reason you cut yourself off from everyone. 

“I know I was cold before I left, okay? I’m sorry.” You could see he was getting frustrated. But he didn’t seem angry, he didn’t sound like he was gonna yell. He just looked tired. 

“You don’t have to be sorry. We all have bad times, not everyone gets to be happy and teeming with life all of the time.” You tried to give some kind of reassurance. 

“I was an asshole for just leaving like that.” he admited. Your stomach dropped, and your eyes narrowed. 

You couldn’t stand the fact that he was so harsh on himself. Sure, it wasn’t the nicest way to leave things after what had happened that morning. But not everyone deals with fear the same way. He tends to turn his head away and pretend it doesn’t exist. To be honest, he doesn’t do a great job at pretending, but he tries. 

“I understand, John.” The softness of your voice made him wince. You reached forward and gently, almost hesitantly, took his hand in yours. 

The feeling of your palm against his and the cool silver of your rings between his fingers caused a shiver to run through him. He didn’t want to look at you in fear he’d break, and so he kept his gaze focused on the floor. All he could see were your socked feet right in front of his, a reminder of how soft you were compared to him. He could easily lift you into his arms and never put you down. 

“What do you understand?” John’s shoulders relaxed as your thumb gently pressed circles over his pulse point. 

“That you’re scared,” you dared say it as his eyes finally came up to meet yours. He could see the nerves on your face. You didn’t want to upset him or make him feel less than because you could tell he was afraid to try again. 

The look in his eyes was something you had never seen. It wasn’t hurt or anger. It wasn’t confusion or frustration. It was almost as if he were completely bare. His eyes held a vulnerability you had never seen. His hand tightened in yours. You encouraged him to sit with you on your bed. 

The bed sank beneath his weight, and it almost felt like that weight was more than just muscle and bone. It was his fear, his struggle, his doubt. It was as if everything that he kept locked away to haunt him on a sunny day came out to play. You could see the way he seemed to bend to its will and weight. 

It broke your heart. You slid from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. He looked up at the sensation of someone’s hand on his knee. John’s eyes were weary as he looked at you. 

“John, it’s ok to be afraid. I think we all are on some level, and no one deserves to carry that weight alone.” Upon hearing your words, his heart sighed. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” his voice came out as a whisper. 

Your gaze softened, if possible, as you placed your palms on his face. 

“We can figure it out together if that’s what you want.” The suggestion caused his breath to hitch.

The man leaned into your touch, his stubble softly scratched at your palms, and you smiled. 

“Okay,” his confirmation was firm but quiet. It was as if he was saying, ‘I trust you’. 

He leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours. “Together,” you promised, nose nudging his softly. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there until his hand, calloused but gentle, gripped your chin. Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt him tip your head back. 

Looking up at him, your eyes sparkled. He looked at you again, as if you were the only thing in this world he wanted to call his. As if you were the only thing he has and ever will need. 

His thumb smoothed over your bottom lip, you could hear your heart beat against your ribs. You were so close to him, you were scared he might be able to hear it. The look in his eyes showed something so soft, his gaze wasn’t looking through you; he was looking at you.

Really looking, it was as though he wanted to memorize you. 

John’s hand was steady as he cradled your jaw. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch, and little did you know how that made him feel. 

There was a feeling he got in his chest, a warmth bloomed within him that felt just like you. 

He could finally breathe; there was no need to hide. Something in the way you so easily melted into his touch showed just how much you trusted him. 

With your eyes closed, you could feel the way he looked at you. You felt him shift, and soon enough, you were off the floor and in his arms. The shock was easily noticed in the small yelp you let out and how you instantly held onto him. The feeling of you clinging to him made his heart race, and his head swim.

With your legs on either side of him and that look in your eyes, he swore time stopped for a moment. It was easy to see what you wanted, and John still couldn’t believe that it was him. 

From his position, he gazed slightly upward at you. The smile on your face was all it took to confirm just how in love with you he was. And no matter how much that still scared him, it’s all he’s wanted since the day he met you. You couldn’t stand him then, and here you are looking at him like he was your world, like he was so much more than a broken man. 

The grip on your hips suddenly tightened as he tugged you closer. He felt your hand creep its way into his hair, gently tugging the strands. He saw the way your gaze flickered to his lips when his hand traced its way up your body to grip your neck, continuing to urge you closer.

The way you completely melted into him felt like the first ray of sun after the longest winter of his life. But what he didn’t expect was the way your lips would feel against his. 

The kiss wasn’t desperate or messy. It was everything that it needed to be, gentle, slow, a complete culmination of months and months of pining. 

You pulled away, both of you in awe of the moment you shared. 

John’s eyes searched your expression, to see nothing but wonderment. A certain charged anticipation rolling off of you in waves. He didn’t know what to say, so he let himself fall into everything that you were to him. 

Strength, peace, and absolute divinity. 

You sighed against his lips and ran your hands over his broad shoulders. The feeling of the man in front of you letting himself get lost in you was all that you had wanted. There in that moment, you got to experience what it felt like to be consumed by devotion, every sound, every sigh, every breath was captured by his lips. His large hand moved to cradle your jaw, tilting your head in a way that he could deepen the kiss. 

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you moaned softly into his mouth. A kiss was placed on your open mouth as his hand slid down to place a gentle grip on your throat. Not too harshly but with enough pressure to know you’ll feel his hold for days. Enough to make you greedy for his grip. Your head fell back as he left open-mouthed kisses across your warm skin. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, doing your best to keep him close. The feeling of his stubble scratching along your sensitive skin made you shudder. 

He placed a hand on the back of your head so he could bring his lips to yours one more time. 

John opened his eyes just to see you with yours still closed, your lips were kiss swollen. You looked like the best thing that’s ever happened to him. 

“You look so pretty like this,” his voice was raspy, and you could feel the words vibrate in his chest. 

Opening your eyes, you found he was already looking at you. You felt heat rush to your face at his words, and you turned your head away to avoid his gaze. Your nose nuzzled against his wrist, and you placed a tender kiss on his skin.

You heard him hum lowly at the feeling, and felt as he turned you back to face him. 

“Please don’t hide from me, sweet girl, not now.” his words made your heart skip a beat. 

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours if you want me,” you told him, and he grinned. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone more.” John pressed his forehead to yours.

----

The next day came, and as you were once again getting coffee. You were just hoping you might be able to finish and enjoy your coffee this time. 

Alexei and Bucky were the only ones in the kitchen when you entered, and you smiled sleepily at them both. They could tell that something had happened. You were different, they could see the love written all over your face. 

Bucky’s heart swelled as he took in how radiant you were, how happy you were. 

“Good night (y/n)?” Bucky asked with a small smirk. 

You looked at him and rolled your eyes playfully. You could tell he was teasing you. 

“Perfect, actually. Thanks for asking,” you retorted, and he chuckled. 

“Perfect. Wow, that’s big change. You look like you slept well for the first time in days!” Alexei cheered as boisterously as ever. 

“Well, thanks, I guess being a raccoon just wasn’t for me.” You said and shrugged.

Before anyone could say anything, John walked in, immediately kissing your head. 

“I like you exactly the way you are,” he whispered as his arms wrapped your waist. 

“What if I were actually a raccoon? Would you still love me?” you questioned him. 

“Yeah, of course,” he huffed out a laugh. 

“What about me?!” Alexei interjected. 

“Yes,”

“No”

You and John answered at the same time. He looked at you like you were crazy.

“Everyone deserves to be loved, even raccoons,” you shrugged.

[dawnicaltarot]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐕𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

can be used for future spouse, future partner, crush, other significant, soulmate, twinflame, life partner and current lover.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile one

i.) how others see you

people see you as someone whose confident as their armor and barrier. perhaps, you can be overly protective of people who are close to your heart. people are likely to think you hold a key to their sleeping talents, they feel inspired by you. they were having a thought that you are someone who has great leadership skills which makes them feel drawn with it, some says- you are special. you are being viewed as someone who has a nature that is deeply concern and considered with others. you were also being viewed as someone who can be mysterious and powerful with their own ways. you are someone who has a very hard shell and not easy to figure out. someone who like to binge watch and observe people, someone who is wise and intelligent. someone who can offer various of talents especially in music, art and writing but it seems like you are way too shy to show those, this can be because of your childhood issues that growing up you are not appreciated. you are someone who can be easily get influence by others, lets say- you join a book club, you likely leverage with those people's opinions, assumptions and perspectives towards the society. most of the time, you are introvert so your circle is limited but once you get out of your shell you are like a rock and unstoppable. home is your comfort but your once you enjoy your outside world, you join the party. you are both gentle and rough. you love the idea of gardening and cooking. in career and profession context, you don't care much about it because as long you love what you do, you feel alive. people think, you are someone who puts a lot of effort into your home, may have most of the comments "your home is beautiful and welcoming", it's because of the owner too not only the house itself. it seems like your house is their number one entertainment.

ii.) how is your person's interest sees you

they see you as a clever individual that has a lot of hidden potential. you are being viewed as someone who got different plates of ideas that they were hiding inside their pockets. someone who will do their very best to prove themselves right. they may think you've got great argumentative skills, worth it to be having some deep and intense conversations. sometimes, they think you prefer to take risks without you being aware of. your person think you are expert in your own ways and path. they may also think you are worth it to pursue. how other sees you may differ from the point of view of your person's because there is magical around it. they may tell and complain to you that things like "why their life is unfortunate" or "something is missing into their puzzle heart and life". sometimes, they think you act as mysterious; that you are facing a hard time to trust others and can be good actor in terms of lying especially when it needed in such situations. someone who can segway things just to avoid telling the truth about yourself because the fear of judgement and unable to be accepted by your person's views. someone who is non-stop in studying and learning, you may be inspiring psychic, tarot reading or in other term, you are highly intuitive individual. yeah, someone who doesn't show who they are and may come off as playing games before giving their trust but behind this you're really sensitive person. one of the main reasons is that you are someone who experience great disappointments and regrets whether in life or people. they think you love being alone at the same time you don't consider yourself as lonely, when encountering you- they may often see you reading or writing.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile two

i.) how others see you

people think you are overflowing and you are never emptied. you are one of the reasons why kindness exists in toxic society. people think you got a great company. you accompany the people who are sad, tired and lonely especially you are taking seriously this unpaid hero job very well. introvert people never feel alone when you are around because they felt seen, heard and belong with your presence. you will be a creator that can act what's being their mind creating because you know to yourself you are serving undeniable skills. some think you have a great sales skills or if not, you can be someone who is excellent in selling products? you are being viewed as someone who is a passionate and goal-driven mindset person, people are enamored and amaze with your ideas and invention. you appreciate others opinions and consider and respect them heartily without forcing yourself perhaps you likely reciprocate how others treat you. if they were bad towards you, you likely mirror it- it's indeed kindness is not for everyone. you are seen as amazing individual in the society whether in school or workplace. people think others often rely much to you and trust you, they may even wonder "how do you do that". otherwise, you are the type fo individual who is deeply dedicated to a certain project and work. you were also willing to sacrifice for the sake of others. in short, this is your second main thing nature -- caring to others. despite that they were having comments about you who can't easily forgive someone especially when they did something wrong or broke your trust although you have a characteristic of soft and sensitive.

ii.) how is your person's interest sees you

incredible. they see you as someone who knows how to set boundaries. someone who knows who to respect and show kindness. they view you as tough but their guts keep telling them that you are someone who isn't totally okay and someone who cries a lot at night. there is hidden behind that happy-go-lucky face and that's is the the hurt feelings that you are trying to hide with many people especially to your family. your person think you have a white heart, someone who believes in kindness. they also notice how generous individual you are to others especially to your loved ones. they think you are cute at the same time elegant like anya from the spy x family. they observe you get anxious and panic easily when there's no more ideas running into your brain- they find it hilarious and adorable. they see clearly how you genuinely care about what you do. they think you are sweet especially when you start to shower others with your unending support and love. despite being choosy in friends, they can confidently say you makes wonderful friendship. they notice too that you have a strong desire for success and richness in life this is because you face the trials and hardships of life. sometimes, you act as stubborn which they find kinda irritating.

ִ ࣪𖤐 𝓟ile three

i.) how others see you

these people see you as someone who has a captivating and charming aura plus the appearance of course. they think you own some sort of magical power and secrecy. it seems like they kinda scared of you? not gonna lie, you may have an ability to smell someone's intentions and hidden secrets which is resulting in you as someone who is intimidating and dark. some are drawn and find you as super interesting because who will not be amazed with this of characteristics right? sometimes people think you are a little bit attention seeker and drama enjoyer. they are viewing as someone who wanted to be someone else's ideal. perhaps, the real is you are friendly and approachable individual this can lead too in another comments to you that you are over-confident but at least you never doubting yourself unlike them. some people think you've got a very big heart to share, you can be counted and leaned in case of emergency. in short, you are trustworthy and supportive friend. they see you as someone who has a clear vision to their future- you are creator and enthusiast of your world. you are a devotee of yourself this is the reason why you attract suitors in your life. they see you as competitive and ambitious individual, someone who is hard to crack. doing something wrong with you is a big trouble and mistake, many may tried but no one succeeded so far.

ii.) how is your person's interest sees you

your person is imagining things and was already planning in their head their future with you. they see you as someone who can build a strong, ideal and happy family. they are visioning you as someone who can share their downfall and happy times with you, for them you are ideal. the time you meet, they see you as someone who is trying their very best to fight with their personal insecurities and keep battling with it in your daily basis. they see you as someone who they can grow old with, someone who they can share learning with. they see you as romantic or they will romantize you a lot. they think you are trustworthy and worth to keep. they think you are beautiful inside and out, that's undeniable in their part. i think your person have a issues about their appearance so when they're with you they feel comfortable. perhaps, they may tell all of their experience in detail with actions with you. they love communicating with you a lot especially with their problems and struggles. you are their solace in this crazy world. their first impression? it can be that you appear as a friendly and non judgemental individual- someone who they can trust with their secrets and (dark) past. they want a long lasting love with you. they are visioning you as someone who is good with kids and may be with their future kids.

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Can i request headcanons of Vil, Leona, jamim and malleis With a chubby S/O? I really love chubby reader content! But its okay if you can't do it, i see you're very busy with other requests so take your time!!!

Chubby S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Vil, Leona, Jamil, Malleus ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

Chubby people gives the best hugs and you can't change my mind 🗣️🗣️ and im saying this from personal experience!!

Twst is one of those fandoms that i love so much that i feel unworthy of writing for it

Vil Schoenheit

Vil as an actor, a supermodel and the housewarden of the Pomefiore dorm, he is incredibly demanding of himself, he is used to be in the spotlight and what it comes with it, he knows how to act and be perfect and yet he will not demand the same level of perfection from his partner, he does expect of you to take care of yourself and your apparience but he won't be as demanding as he is with himself

Vil won't just go and play with someone's feeling for nothing, when he accepts to be in a relasionship is because he is completely sure of what he feels for you and because he is willing to go throught all that represents being in a relasionship, he loves you for who you are and he is respectful of you so the fact that you are chubby is not something that bothers him

Vil prefers to don't mention your weight, he doesn't know how you ended up winning that weight and, as far as he knows, this may as well be a aftereffect of a medical condition, so he won't mention it out of respect, also he would never dare to ask you to lose weight because of him, if that is going to happen is because is your personal goal and not because someone forced you to do it, only if is because you want to then he will offer his help (and if you don't want it he will still respect your choise)

Even so, as much as Vil respects you and your body he will end up trying to make you follow a diet, not so you lose weight but rather to make sure you eat healthy, again, he respects your body as it is and he loves you the way you are but he doesn't want happening that one day he gets to know that you are struggling with a sickness for having unhealthy habits that could have been avoided

Having a bad self-esteem when being Vil's partner is not allowed, he would boost your self-esteem and confidence even if it is indirectly, in a way to show love and support he will make sure to help you pick clothes where you can show off your beauty while also being comfortable, he will help to find just the perfect clothes that would make you look like a supermodel too and, again, he will never mention your chubby body as a problem, what kind of supermodel would he be if he can't find the perfect clothes for his lovely partner?

Vil is also the type to be incredibly protective of his partner, he doesn't understimate you in the slighlest but he won't let anyone talk ill about you either (at least with people he cross paths with in the school hallways or the staff from where he works, he knows that fighting on the internet is useless and he rather spend that time with you), he will quickly stand up for you and call out anyone who dares to say anything bad about you, and if they try to minimize yourself or even call you unworthy because you are chubby he takes it as personal offence and that person will have the scold of their lifes, Vil will scare the hell out of them without even sweat nor having to get physical

Over time Vil would just end up falling in love with your chubby body too, he is not the type to show much affection in public but indoors you would be able to catch him staring at you with a loving smile, he end up getting used to just caress your chubby cheeks with love and sometimes even squeeze them! (but thats saved for when he is being playful and teasing)

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is not the type to pay much attention to the apparience of others, he rather judge them by how annoying they are, still he would be lying if he says that you being chubby isn't something that have picked his interest a bit from the start

If Leona start a relasionship is because he is completely sure of what he feels, he doesn't have the intention nor the actual malice to play with someone's feeling, besides he rather take a nap than wasting his time with something like that, so when he starts a relasionship with you is because he knows that he loves you, that he is willing to actually be in a relasionship, and he leave it clear from the start, if not with words then with actions

In all honestly, Leona absolutely loves how chubby you are, he thinks you look adorable and being adorable means that he can tease you even more for that! And he doesn't even try to hide how much he loves it, he looks at you with a mix of amusment and love right before droping any teasing he can come up with, it just become his favorite thing to do (after napping, of course)

He is a bit mean sometimes, he likes to tell you that as chubby as you are it would be too dificult for you to survive in the wild, you know? But don't worry that pretty head of yours, you have him after all, he will take care of his little chubby hervivore

Leona grows incredibly used to be touching you, not in a way that would make you uncomfortable (he will even stops the moment he noticed he is actually making you uncomfortable and not just annoyed or flustered), he is constantly pinching your cheeks or putting his arms on your head or shoulders, but he is the only one allowed to tease you with how chubby you are, your friends and even Ruggie can go away with a warning if they dare to say any kind of joke about how chubby you are but anyone aside from them are taking a high risk, if they are (extremely) lucky they would be left with a warning

One thing is for sure and is that at some point you will become Leona's oficial pillow, he loves napping and at some point you will end up dragged to nap with him, it wasn't even intentional to fall sleep in top of you but he found you incredibly comfortable, so after that he will dragg you more often so he can lay his head in you (wherever you feel more comfortable, lap, stomach or chest) and take a good nap!

If you are insecure or even have self-esteem problems because of your chubby body he say that you are just overthinking or exaggerating, that you are perfectly fine the way you are, but even if he seem like he doesn't pay much attention to it he will try to find a way to help you feel more comfortable with yourself. In the contrary, if you are confident of yourself and even love your own body as it is Leona would find it amusing and incredibly attractive, he always laughs anytime you show off that confidence

Leona will never say something bad about your weight but if you want to lose weight he will be supportive, just in his own way, he doesn't show it directly nor at first but he will try to help you out and make sure you don't overdo with it just because you want to lose weight as quick as posible (and if he end up finding out that you want to lose weight because of someone's influence that person will have a chat with a really annoyed Leona)

Jamil Viper

For Jamil romance is dificult, because of his position as a servant and the constant reminder that he has to never be in the spotlight he has inmense problems to not only accept his feelings but also to be in a relasionship, still once he finally accepts it and becomes your boyfriend he will do everything in his power to be a good boyfriend

Jamil isn't exactly the type to judge anyone, he will never mention the fact that you are chubby unless you are the one bringing it up to the conversation, still over time he finds himself stealing glances towards you more often, discreetly looking at you and looking away before you even notice (because he would be too embarrased if you ever notice him), he isn't exactly proud of it but he can't help himself, overtime he have grown to love all of you, including your chubby body, wich he actually finds kinda adorable but, of course, he would never admit it out loud

One of the greatest ways Jamil has to show his love is by taking care of you, he is used to have to practically babysit Kalim but whenever he thinks of you, whenever he is wondering how are you doing and whenever he scold you for doing something reckless or neglecting yourself he does it from the heart, for once it isn't his job to do it, he does it because he wanted and thats end up making it something special

Again, Jamil won't say anything about you being chubby, he doesn't judge you nor thinks is something bad, so you will never heard a bad comment about it from him (unless, of course, is a joke or teasing that he is completely sure you won't mind) but if it is on you wanting to lose heigh then he would support you and help you do it if you want him to, he can help you with a diet and with training together

But, if is the case that you don't mind Jamil will end up spoiling you a bit, is something incredibly discreet, he just discreetly drop invitations to Scarabia to eat (specially when there are parties) and sometimes is even Kalim inviting you totally not because Jamil casually mentioned how much you like the dish he is making or how much you enjoy the parties, also there is the constant giving you the leftovers from the parties of your favorite dishes

If you are insecure about your body Jamil is always reasuring you, he is constantly telling you how beautiful you are and how you should love yourself just the way you are, that you should live comfortable in your own skin and don't worry about what other may say of you, he says it so serious and yet so casual but most of the time is because he wants to cover up how flustered he is by saying such things so directly, he is just not used to express himself so much nor directly (but if it is for you he will do it)

It would take a while but once Jamil grows comfortable in the relasionship he would become incredibly touchy, not in public because he doesn't want to attract attention but whenever is just the two of you he becomes quite clingy, he sits really close to you, sometimes relay his body on yours slighly or just cuddle you right away, no matter if he holds you in his arms or if he is in your arms, he will love it anyway

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is someone that when he falls in love he does it hard, he loves right and passionately, despite having troubles with relating to others the moment you two become a couple he promised to himself that he would cheerish you and protect you with his all

Malleus doesn't think anything bad about the fact that you are chubby, if something he finds himself a bit curious, he knows humans are more fragile and weak than faes so he finds himself wondering if being chubby makes you somehow stronger than regular humans or even more resistant, however he never really ask about it, he doesn't want to come across as rude or end up asking something he shouldn't

When he falls in love he loves you all, and saying that he doesn't mind at all the fact that you are quite chubby is a lie because in his mind being chubby is an adorable quirk of yours, something that make you more you, therefore is something that make you more lovable! He is waiting for the right moment to ask you permision to let you caress and maybe, just maybe, squeeze your adorable chubby cheeks

Chubby or not he loves you completely, Malleus is someone protective by nature so he will not allowed anyone to say anything bad about your apparience, for him you are perfect the way you are and is willing to defend you against anyone, still most of the time there is no need because if someone ever insult you it just take a glance to him for this person to apologize before running away, so, since he doesn't actually gets to directly defend you often he opts to comfort you instead (just forgive him if he come across as overprotective)

If you ever want to lose weight Malleus won't really understand much why since for him you are just perfect the way you are, but if this is what you wish then you have his full support, and if you want his help he will not hesitant on doing it. In the other side, if you are insecure (or even want to lose weight because of self-esteem problems) is something that will hit him hard, he doesn't want you to feel bad for being yourself but he doesn't know what to do to help you, so he would end up opting to express his love and the way he sees you, wich just lead him to call you beautiful in the most romantic and poetic way posible

There is a chance that Malleus end up comparing you with a Gargoyle because of how chubby you are, but he means it in the best way posible since the some have robust bodies to fulfill the role as guardians, so he end up relating that body type to strenght and bravery aside from beauty, and thats is what he sees on you (hopefuly you get what he means, otherwise he would not forgive himself for accidentally offended you)

Being in a relasionship is pretty much a learning process for Malleus, so he end up kinda following your lead, he adores the way you are, the way your body is, but he won't dare to touch you in any way unless he is completely sure you are completely fine with it (and he even ask for permision first), so things like physical affection had to be started by you, at least at first because he just grow to love it a bit too much, is just that you are so comfortable to hug that he kinda wants to do it again, and again, and again, if posible he wishes to don't let you go at least not for a few years

[redlikerosesandflowers]

Cleaved apart? Nah, more like cleaved together - A Sonic 4 theory

Hi everyone! With the live action of Lilo & Stitch being quite… questionable to say the least, I decided to talk about a theory of mine about Sonic 4 inspired by the discussion brought about by the ending of this film that involved the trend that Disney popularized of separating friends, families and found families at the end.

It is undeniable to say that Sonic films are based on love and family. However, with the story progressing a lot, more adventures outside of Earth being built and humans having less screen time (and some complaining about their existence in the first place), many - myself included - are afraid that Paramount will pull a Frozen 2 and separate people who spent years longing for and finally having company and family.

However, after much reflection, I believe that this will not be the case. Sonic and the rest of the Wachowski family will stay together and, as a bonus, we will also have a lesson on how having loved ones living far away from us does not mean that the bond will be any less strong.

All of this is thanks to a simple character that will come and the theme that is inherently carried with her.

But I'll get to that.

First, I'll explain why I don't think Sonic, Tails and Knuckles will be separated from Tom and Maddie.

First, because the movies revolve around the fact that it's about the importance of children being able to be children and having the support of a stable home to do so.

Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails' goal in the movies has never involved saving the world out of heroism or a sense of duty itself; it's always been for family and loved ones. Sonic always saves the Earth and everyone not just because it's the right thing to do, but because his family's lives are on the line. In all three movies, our heroes always risk everything for the sake of those they love, and making Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles give up that family out of pure heroism just doesn't make sense.

Family is the driving force behind this heroism!

Not to mention that leaving Tom and Maddie - as well as Green Hills - behind permanently would end the chances of these kids being normal kids, the main point of the characters.

Sonic has always been afraid of ending up alone - especially after his maternal figure is brutally murdered - for being "the other", Tails was discriminated against for a birth trait and Knuckles had his tribe torn from him because of the war. And in these 3 situations, the main symptom of these tragedies - and which is even mentioned several times in the films - is that this robbed the characters of a normal childhood, a home with supportive guardians, and forced them to fend for themselves.

Sonic only prospered because of his speed, Tails his intelligence and Knuckles his strength. But they are still children who fought to survive when they shouldn't have. They can fend for themselves, but they shouldn't have to. And thanks to Tom and Maddie, they finally have that: parents, a family that allows things to slow down.

Leaving everything behind would destroy this essential narrative pillar. Especially since the characters only had parents for such a short time.

Sonic, who has lived with Tom and Maddie the longest, has only been with them for one (1) year! Tails and Knuckles have been with them for six months, a generous estimate!

So you might ask yourself: “Couldn’t the boys leave Green Hills to protect the ones they love?”

I answer: No!

Because this was already addressed in Sonic 2!

Sonic has a trauma that has marked him for his entire life and makes him blame himself for Longclaw's death. When Robotinik almost kills him, he begs Maddie and Tom to leave him to die alone. And what do they say? NO! Because family sticks together!

Tom and Maddie are not afraid of dangers and are aware of the risks, but none of this matters because they're their children. They're family, and there is no way they would accept Sonic and/or Tails and Knuckles leaving. And the boys, especially Sonic, have very strong roots on Earth and I doubt he would adapt well to another planet where they know nothing.

Because this blue hedgehog may be an alien, but he is culturally an Earthling more than anything. You don't erase 10 years in a place.

(I dare say that the Sonic movies honor Ohana more than the live action Lilo & Stitch)

Second, it doesn't make sense to separate the family because the adventures don't require them to permanently leave Green Hills! The 3 movies were snippets of moments. The next movies, as chaotic as they may be, are just parts of these boys' lives. Just like we saw in Sonic 3, Team Hero goes, saves the world, but comes back. The games themselves aren't about Sonic saving the world all the time. He's a nomad who sometimes goes and saves the world. But he has a life apart from that.

And so does Sonic in the movies, except he has a family and a home instead of a life on the road.

Third, it goes against the protagonist's personality.

This kid crashed out when Tom almost died.

Seriously, Sonic threatened his own brothers and almost killed someone in cold blood because of his father and you want to tell me that this kid would give up everything? This Sonic????? Who has longed for family and stability his entire life?????? Eh, no. You're not going to convince me.

Now, let's move on to the other point. We may indeed have a separation in Sonic 4 and, consequently, the lesson that you can have bonds with loved ones who live far away. But it won't be Sonic and the boys from the family.

I'm talking about Amy Rose and the Wachowskis.

More specifically, Amy with Sonic, Tails and Knuckles.

Even more more specifically, Amy and Sonic.

Because personally, while I think we'll see a beautiful development between this family and her and the building of bonds that will last a lifetime… I fear that Amy will have a home somewhere else - and therefore have to leave - from the beginning. I don't think that she will be a fourth sister in the family (especially since I think she will be friends with the boys and her relationship with Sonic is something that I think will be complex in itself and definitely not fraternal) or even that she will stay on Earth.

Even though she is part of Team Sonic, in the games, Amy has always had her own things. She has her own house, her own goals, hell, she even has her own moral code, different from Sonic's! Yes, she's in love with him, and she chases after that hedgehog like he owes her money, but the thing is - at least in some moer well-written games like Sonic Adventure 1 and 2 - Amy has always…done her own thing. This girl has had her own agenda since day 1.

Don't get me wrong, I believe the core 4 will be inseparable friends™ but I theorize that Amy was always meant to not be - speaking specifically about the movies here - someone from Green Hills or Earth. But rather, a friend as close as family. They will be close but she still has her own house and things to do, besided being a bridge to other spaces adventures.

Another reason is about the character's evolution in recent years. It's clear to everyone that Amy has a more active and varied life now. She's being better developed and with things that don't involve Sonic to do as a center of her narratives as we see in Sonic Frontiers and in the IDW comics, and more her love for the world.

And, the most pertinent reason for me: The narrative and thematic content.

The Sonic movies show how the past greatly influences our present, and Sonic 4 will have heavy references to time.

If you've been following my blog long enough, you know that I theorize that Amy's home will be Little Planet in the movies. And if that's true, the theme starts there. Little Planet only appears once a year above Never Lake. It's something that is transitory, fleeting, that wasn't meant to stay forever. Just like Amy, I believe she'll be a great friend to the boys and someone everyone can count on… but she won't stay. At least, not in the same way that Tails and Knukcles did.

As I mentioned, she's a very dear and kind friend. Someone who will clearly be important in the story, but also probably someone who has her own life.

And within the narrative, what makes me believe this the most: her relationship with Sonic.

Because you see, Sonic in the movies is extremely traumatized. And his main trauma is definitely losing the people he loves. It was like that with Longclaw, and it is now with Tom and the rest of his family.

But the thing about trauma is that the manifestations of it aren't always rational. Which goes into part two of this point.

If Amy has her own life and a home of her own to go back to, that will certainly hit Sonic's fears hard, especially with him and Amy becoming friends in the movies. And his lesson would be that, learning to accept that the people you love will sometimes live far away from you, but the bond is not weaker because of that. But, this will require a lot of work on both sides, especially because Sonic's traumas are strong and Amy will certainly have her own problems.

Another reason is that with them bringing Sonamy into the movies, I think they will develop this as a slowburn and, more specifically, one that will parallel Tom and Maddie.

Tom and Maddie are obviously friends before they are a couple and both have extremely similar characteristics to Sonic and Amy.

Both Sonic and Tom are people who protect their loved ones, are anxious, energetic, are prone to making bad jokes, get bored when they have nothing to do, have similar values ​​and the films make it very clear that they have similar personalities and that this was even one of the reasons why Sonic became so attached to Tom. Like father, like son indeed.

However, Maddie also has a personality very similar to Amy's. They are both emotionally intelligent, who support and believe in their loved ones unconditionally, are kind and loving, have abrasive temperaments, have no problem acting violently when necessary and are great with animals.

In addition, the theme of learning to live with the distance from your loved ones would fit perfectly here too because Tom and Maddie had a long-distance relationship. It's said in the first film that Maddie had to go elsewhere to pursue her dreams of becoming a veterinarian while Tom did everything he could to support her and make sure that dream would happen, even if she had to be away.

If that's not a narrative parallel, I don't know what is!

Besides, what a fun fact! Both Amy and Maddie saved Sonic and Tom from prison. Amy in Sonic Adventure and Maddie in Sonic 2. Also, Tom has siblings just like Sonic, and I hope we get a lot of development in that regard because I need my Amy-Tails-Knuckles siblinghood agenda.

So yes, friends who also have a crush on each other, but are friends and each other's hype-person first and foremost is my wish and bet for these two! And it would be great for the theme.

Anyway, I don't know what Sonic 4 will be like, but I really hope the changes aren't too abrupt and that everyone is well developed. Thanks for reading this far!