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roosterforme · 5 months

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Aim for the Sky Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Deployments feel longer when you're alone and pregnant. You know Bradley wants to be home for all of the milestones, but you also know he trusts you to take care of yourself. That trust goes both ways when it feels like ages since you've heard from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You hadn't spoken to your husband in more than three weeks. Not once since he left on a deployment of undetermined length. When you were on base, tucked away in your office or working on a project in the lab, it wasn't so bad. You could almost get lost in the idea of heading home to start dinner and find him working on a project. You could nearly pretend he'd be ready to wrap you up in his arms and ask about your day. But you knew better than to drift all the way into that daydream, because he wasn't there, and you didn't know when he would be back.

At least Tramp greeted you with excitement when you walked in each day, but you suspected that was partially because he knew you were about to feed him. Your friends kept you busy on the weekends, and Jake stopped by the Craftsman on occasion with Jeremiah when Cat needed a break. Today, he even made a comment about the multitude of pallets lined up on your driveway that prevented you from pulling all the way up to where you usually parked.

"When Rooster gets back, I'll give him a hand building that jungle gym," Jake drawled as you handed a cracker to Jeremiah. "We'll have it finished in a weekend, and then Jer can test it out."

You watched Jake kiss Cat's son on the cheek as you said, "He can teach the Nugget all about the slide and the swings when the time comes." Your belly felt a little tender as you ran your hand over your shirt, loving the feel of the bump beneath your fingers. You were nineteen weeks along, and when Bradley left, you'd still looked just bloated. Now you were starting to get round in all the places that made you excited for what was to come. And after so many weeks of non stop nausea and vomiting, you were happy you could finally eat.

Jake snorted. "You've taken to calling the baby a Nugget, too? Thought that was just your husband."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his arm. "Maybe I miss him, okay? Like a lot." Your voice shook even though you were trying for a teasing tone, and Jake's features softened. You quickly asked, "Are you two staying for dinner?"

Jeremiah was such a sweet toddler, and you were so lonely today, you were hoping Jake would say yes. But he kissed you on the cheek before he said, "Not tonight. I told Cat we'd be home by six."

You just nodded, once again afraid your voice might shake. You'd be fine; it wasn't like you needed someone with you all the time. It wasn't like you couldn't get through the night.

Once they were gone, you made yourself some dinner and ate it while you stood at the kitchen counter. Occasionally you dropped some bites for Tramp who snapped them up out of the air before anything ever hit the ground.

"Don't tell your dad that this is the reason you beg at the table," you muttered as he sat next to your foot and wagged his tail wildly. Even the veterinarian didn't know exactly how old he was, but he still seemed like a puppy sometimes. You could already picture him and the baby playing together.

Your gaze caught on the newest set of ultrasound photos which you had stacked up at the end of the kitchen counter. The appointment with Dr. Morris made you cry afterwards, because Bradley wasn't there to gush over the baby. You drove his Bronco that day, and you sat quietly trying to compose yourself while enveloped in his smell. He had some older ultrasound images tucked in the sun visor, and you wanted him to see the new ones so badly, you ached.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," you groaned at Tramp even though it was still early. You took a bath with the floating thermometer Bradley bought for you to use while pregnant. You drank a can of ginger ale instead of your preferred pink champagne, and you listened to one of the playlists he made for you.

When you were climbing in bed, you took the note he left you from your nightstand. It was folded into a paper airplane that looked exactly like his tattoo. He'd even written Baby Girl on it like always. Very carefully, you unfolded it and read the short message that you already had memorized, because it just meant something more in his handwriting.

I love both of you so much, sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming. Nothing could be this good. There's no way I get to return home to everything I ever wanted. I don't know when I'll be back, so I need you to take care of yourself and the Nugget until I can take over my duties again. I won't be gone a minute longer than I need to be.

You shut your light off before your tears could fall, and Tramp snuggled in next to you. When you thought about Bradley, you pictured him in his bunk. Maybe he was alone. Maybe he was with Reuben. Maybe he was rooming with a different officer. But it didn't matter, because you could easily imagine him practically spilling out of the narrow bed, one knee bent with the pink and blue notebook propped up while he wrote to the baby.

When your phone started ringing in the pitch darkness, you jumped, practically falling out of bed as you reached for your lamp and phone at the same time. It was a FaceTime call. It said restricted caller. You screeched his name, far too loud for your voice which has been resting just seconds ago. You shoved your glasses into place so you could see him, and shouted, "Bradley! Roo! Are you okay?"

"Hey, Baby Girl," he crooned, and his smiling face came into focus. You practically dropped your phone as he said, "I'm fine. Sorry it's so late."

You felt giddy laughter bubbling up inside you; the idea of your husband apologizing for calling and making your whole week was absurd. "No, no, no, this is perfect," you insisted. "This is great.

Bradley laughed and said, "I miss you so fucking much. Wish I was in bed right there with you."

"Me too," you replied. "It got chilly here tonight, and Tramp isn't as snuggly as you are." You missed his warmth and voice so much. It was almost Halloween, and the nights felt way too long.

His voice was just a whisper as he said, "Tell me about the Nugget."

Your smile felt overpowering. "Dr. Morris said the Nugget looked great when I was there two weeks ago."

"Two weeks ago," he groaned, rubbing his hands along his face. "Sweetheart... I already missed so much." When he looked at the screen again, you were out of bed and on the move. "Where are you going?"

You flipped on the hallway light and said, "To get the ultrasounds to show you. I left them on the kitchen counter."

You propped up your phone and held up one of the photos so he could see the baby. "There's my Nugget," he said, voice thick with emotion as you held up a second image. "Fucking cutest baby I've ever seen."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling better than you had in weeks. "I liked this one the best. I think it looks like the baby is waving hello."

"Shit," he gasped. "You're right. I can't wait to wallpaper our bedroom with copies of these."

You pulled the ultrasound away and gasped, "You're probably not even joking."

"I'm definitely not even joking."

You leaned on the counter and got a little closer to your phone as you whispered, "Another week or so, and I can go in for an anatomy scan."

Now you felt guilty as he nodded with his lips pressed together. "You get to find out if the Nugget is a boy or a girl."

Tears stung your eyes. You could already imagine him holding the baby in his arms, loving him or her no matter what. "Yeah," you said with a nod. "But I don't really want to do that without you there too."

It took him a moment to respond. "I wish I could get home in time to hold your hand and find out in person. But you know I don't care one way or the other. The only nice thing is that we can start narrowing down baby names soon. I actually wrote down a few that I kind of like in the Nugget notebook earlier."

Your heart swelled. "I can't wait to read all of your notebook entries. And if you're not home for my next appointment, I'll be practically vibrating with anticipation until I get to tell you if it's a boy Nugget or a girl Nugget."

You wanted to show him how your belly looked more curvy now, but when you and he both parted your lips to speak, you heard someone shouting in the same room as him on the aircraft carrier. Now your husband wasn't looking at you at all.

"Bradshaw! It's time. Get into your flight suit."

"Yes, Sir," Bradley said before glancing back down.

"You have to go," you sobbed, unaware that you were actually crying until you heard yourself.

"I do," he said quickly. "Right now. Listen, I love you. More than anything. You and the baby both, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too," you sobbed as your lips trembled. "So much."

"I'll be home soon," he told you earnestly. "I love you."

Then you were standing alone in your kitchen at 4:48 in the morning with tears streaming down your face. The abrupt end to the call set your nerves on edge just seconds after you had been feeling so good. You gripped the edge of your kitchen counter; that wasn't a regular call to order, that was the start of his mission you just witnessed.

There was no chance of you falling asleep again, so you let yourself cry while Tramp put his head down on your bare foot and licked your ankle.

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Halloween came, and you could barely manage to give out candy to the neighborhood kids. You'd had Bradley with you for the previous two Halloween nights in a row, and this year you didn't even want to buy a costume without him. You were exactly twenty weeks along, approximately halfway through your pregnancy, but it was hard to be excited even as groups of kids ran up and down the sidewalk.

You sat on your porch and dropped goodie bags into pillowcases and plastic pumpkins while Tramp barked inside the house. You commented on all of the cute costumes. You cried a little bit. Your emotions were all over the place as you tried to imagine what it might be like going out to collect candy a year from now with your baby in a tiny costume.

When the trick-or-treating ended, you went inside and opened a miniature sized Hershey bar for yourself, and then you almost screamed. The chocolate fell to the floor as you reached for your belly. Tramp looked between you and the fallen treat as you sank down onto your knees.

"Oh my God," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut tight. You could feel the baby moving. It was kind of a wild fluttering sensation. You rubbed your palm against your shirt a little more, and the slight movement felt like a response. Your baby was right there. "Hi, little Nugget." Then you felt something like a soft thump.

You wished more than anything that Bradley was here to witness it. He was going to absolutely freak out when he got home. Then the intrusive thoughts arrived. If he got home. It had been another week and a half since that FaceTime call where he got cut off by a commanding officer. If his mission was completed, he should have called you back by now. But at least you didn't have a fleet admiral dialing your number.

You didn't move for a long time, not until the baby seemed to get into a cozy position where the movement slowed down and then stopped. When Tramp started sniffing around the candy bar, you crawled over to it and picked it up before he could get any ideas.

Time was simultaneously at a standstill and also moving too fast. In four weeks, it would be Thanksgiving and your first wedding anniversary. You'd been holding off making plans with your parents, because you didn't know what to do. You were already overdue for your anatomy scan, dodging phone calls from Dr. Morris's office when they told you that you absolutely needed to come in for your checkup. They were starting to leave you lengthy messages about how they needed to complete the full scan to be sure there were no underlying issues.

As you walked to your bedroom, you promised yourself you'd call tomorrow and schedule an appointment. Bradley would miss finding out if the Nugget was a boy or girl, but at least you'd get to see all ten fingers and all ten toes for the first time. You could reveal the news to Bradley when you got to talk to him. You would go to your appointment, because he trusted you to take care of yourself and the baby the best that you could.

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The cafeteria was packed when you walked in with your uniform shirt untucked and your pants unbuttoned. You finally caved and ordered a maternity uniform last week, and Bickel let you cry in his office about how ugly it was before he sent you back to the lab. It should be arriving any day, but for now, you were making do.

When Nat saw you, she was on her feet heading your way immediately. "Your belly looks bigger!" she gasped, pulling you toward the table where she was sitting with Bob and Maria. "When's Rooster coming home?"

You shrugged miserably. "You think I know? I just work here."

Her laughter made you smile for the first time all day. Your nausea was back a little bit, and you were too afraid to even try to eat anything until you got home later tonight. When Nat scooted her tray closer to the edge of the table to make room for you, she asked, "Where's your lunch?"

You didn't want to lie, but you really didn't want them to pressure you to eat right now. "I think I'll just take something back upstairs with me." As you slid onto the empty spot on the bench, you asked, "Do you know if anyone has heard from Payback?"

You were met with shaking heads which didn't help your mood at all. What the hell was going on with this mission? Your tongue felt too thick, and your saliva practically made you gag as Bob said, "I thought they would have been home by now. Five weeks is a long time for a special mission."

Maria elbowed him in the side, but it's not like he was saying anything you weren't already thinking. This sickening feeling had been inside you for days where you were convinced something went wrong. You just couldn't fathom why you hadn't received a call yet.

"I know," you muttered. "It's okay." But you weren't actually sure if it was or not. It has been months since you had a panic attack where you had to spend a few hours with Dr. Genevieve, but you could feel it building up now. Worrying about Bradley and yourself and the baby all at the same time was mentally and emotionally exhausting.

You pretended to pick up a sandwich before heading toward the elevators in the lobby, and you stopped to throw up in the bathroom before you made it back to your office. Your anatomy scan was scheduled for Friday, almost three weeks after they originally wanted you to come in. If you were still feeling this anxious, you'd block off part of your schedule next week to visit Dr. Genevieve again.

Somehow, even though the only thing on your mind was talking to Bradley, you were shocked when your phone woke you up just before midnight on Wednesday evening. This time you rocketed to your feet as you yanked your phone free from the charger. It wasn't a FaceTime call. It said RESTRICTED CALLER. You braced your hand on your nightstand in the dark, and when you answered, you knew immediately that it wasn't your husband on the other end of the call.

"Hello? I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw," came a male voice in response, and then he was asking you to confirm your personal information.

"What happened?" you gasped once he established that you really were the one and only person on Bradley's contact list. "What happened to him?"

There was a soft hum from the man, and you wanted to jump through the phone and strangle him for his lack of response. Then, as you finally managed to turn on your lamp, he said, "It looks like his flight just took off out of Hong Kong."

"Flight?" you gasped. "He's in the air?"

"Yes. A commercial flight into San Diego. He should arrive Friday morning, and I can give you the details now so someone can arrange for a ride for him."

You were baffled as to why Bradley didn't call you himself, but if he was on his way home, you didn't care. And you weren't going to arrange for a ride for him. You were going to pick him up yourself. When you grabbed a pen from your nightstand, the only paper you could find was the love note he left for you, so you started writing the flight number on your arm instead. Then you gasped and almost dropped the phone when you ended the call. There was the slightest chance he would be back in time!

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Bradley was exhausted. He knew he could sleep for two days, no problem. He would land in San Diego and hope you were there to get him, then he'd ask you if the baby was a boy or a girl, then he'd take you home and make love to you before falling the fuck asleep. He really wanted to start building the jungle gym playset, but that was just going to have to wait for another day.

It was Friday, or at least that's what he thought, and he wasn't sure how busy you had been at work, because he hadn't spoken to you in weeks. Maybe Bickel let you take the morning off. If Bradley didn't get to see you in baggage claim like he always had before, he was going to be so annoyed that he was delayed weeks longer than he should have been. This mission turned into a three part nightmare on the high seas, and all he wanted was his wife and his Nugget.

When his flight landed, he was up and out of his seat, ready to go. Of course he ended up lifting down carryon bags for a few older passengers and one woman who had two kids with her. Of course he knelt down to help someone find their reading glasses. But all he wanted was for this line of people to move it off the aircraft so he could get into the terminal and call you.

When you answered on the second ring, shouting his name into the phone, he couldn't help but smile. "I just landed, Sweetheart. Does that mean you're here to get me?"

"Yes! I'm in baggage claim! Hurry up!"

His whole body thrummed with need as he picked up his pace at the confirmation that you were here for him. "I'm coming as fast as I can," he promised, squeezing between two groups of people walking way too slowly. He wanted to know if you took the day off. There were a hundred questions circling his brain, but the first one that he needed an answer to was, "How's my Nugget?"

He could hear the smile in your voice as you said, "Your little Nugget is thriving, Roo. But get over here and see for yourself!"

"Baby Girl," he laughed, jogging a little faster. "I'm coming."

"Hurry," you whined, and he needed to give you what you wanted.

He bypassed the crowded escalator and took the stairs as quickly as he could, skidding around a corner as he turned toward baggage claim. "Almost there," he panted into the phone. And then he saw you and groaned, "Fuck," loud enough that a few people shot him nasty looks. "Holy shit, Sweetheart."

Bradley ended the call as you glanced around, and he stumbled when you finally spotted him. You were wearing a new dress. It was a pretty shade of green, and it was snug, hugging all of your curves. Hugging your bump. You had a bump. You looked so obviously pregnant to him, he was ready to crawl on his hands and knees and beg at your feet.... for what, he wasn't sure. But that's what his brain was barking at him to do right now.

"Roo!" you called out, prancing toward him in that tight dress and your boat shoes, and literally nothing felt better than being with you. As soon as you were in his arms, he was home. "Bradley," you moaned against his lips as his hands found your sides. You felt different in the best possible way. The swell of your belly wasn't huge yet, but it was definitely there. He could feel it. His growing baby.

God, you were kissing him just right, fingers threading through his hair as you rubbed yourself against him. "Jesus," he groaned into your mouth, but you kissed it away as he ran his hands along as much of your middle as he could reach. He couldn't help it; when you eventually broke the kiss to take a breath, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Your fingers were still in his hair as you looked down at him in surprise. "Roo?"

He was kissing along that green fabric and rubbing his nose against that perfect, little bump. He knew you were twenty-two weeks along, and he knew what that meant. "Please, tell me," he rasped, stroking you gently with his thumb. "Please, Sweetheart. Is it a girl or a boy?"

Your softly parted lips and smile had all of his focus as he waited to hear you tell him what he'd been dying to know. "Oh," you whispered, pushing your fingers through his hair, leaving him in anticipation as your fingertips glided down his cheek. "I don't know yet."

"You don't?" he asked, brow creased in concern. But you just kept smiling as his heart pounded. "You don't know?"

"Nope," you replied easily. "My appointment is in an hour."

Bradley rocketed to his feet. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice a little harsh. "I didn't miss it?"

You kissed him softly as he collected you back in his arms. "You didn't miss it, Roo. I postponed it as long as I could. You're just in time."

"Hell yes!" he whooped, pumping one fist in the air as you giggled. "You waited for Daddy," he said, smiling down at your belly as he slowly walked you backwards. "That's my Nugget." You were looking up at him with trusting eyes as he pushed you back against a pillar next to the baggage carousel. "You said we have an hour?"

"Yes."

"Good," he murmured before his lips found yours, and his hands continued their excited exploration of your new curves.

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beatrixstonehill2 · 5 months

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band--psycho · 17 days

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Sylus x Reader - Beautiful

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Warnings: Body Insecurities, Scars, Self-Consciousness ( do not read if any of these subjects are triggering for you)

“It’s beautiful,” you gushed, completely mesmerized by the black dress in front of you.

it was truly the most beautiful dress you’d ever seen; and you wanted nothing more than to buy it there and then.

But deep in your heart, you knew that you would never wear it no matter how beautiful it was nor how much you wished to wear it.

You didn’t have the confidence to do so.

Your body was littered with scars from various wanderer hunts that you had been on, and you had a particularly big one that travelled down most of your leg; which would easily be seen from the slit in the dress.

“Why don’t you get it?” Sylus asked, noticing how intently you were looking at the dress.

Even by his standards it was a beautiful dress and he couldn’t help but feel a little excited at the thought of seeing you in it.

“It’s too expensive,” you said, brushing off his question.

It's not like it was a lie, the dress was expensive, you’d certainly never paid that much for any item of clothing in your life.

But saying that to the man who could've brought the whole store, was a mistake, one that you realised when you saw him pull out his card from his leather jacket, “I’ll buy it for you,”

“It would be a waste of money,” you lied, shaking your head whilst grabbing his arm, pulling him away from the dress.

“I’d never have a reason to wear it,” you continued, leaving the store with him.

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When you returned home from work a few days later, you saw a square box wrapped with a decorative red ribbon on your bed.

Naturally, your hunter instincts kicked in, you were the only one who had a key to your apartment and that parcel definitely wasn’t there when you left for work this morning.

You were about to scour your flat, in case there were any threats lurking in your apartment, but then you saw a small card on top of the box.

‘Now you have a reason to wear it, be ready at 8, S,’

Tentatively, you pushed the ribbon off of the box and took the lid off, revealing the gorgeous black dress that took your breath away a few days ago.

You should’ve expected this….

You glanced at your clock, seeing that it was already 7.

You had an hour to try and work out what you were going to do.

An be hour to come up with a reason why you couldn’t wear the dress he’d so kindly brought you.

‘First things first’, you thought to yourself, ‘I need to figure out what else to wear’

You’d pretty much emptied your entire wardrobe, attempting to find an outfit that was as beautiful as that dress.

Unfortunately nothing you owned could ever capture the beauty of that dress.

A sigh left your lips as you stared at yourself in the mirror, wearing your favourite pair of black jeans, a white shirt, with a tan cropped tank top and your boots.

It wasn’t the dress.

But it was going to have to do.

Though the more you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more you hated the outfit you were wearing.

You couldn’t stop yourself from pacing back and forth, trying to think of another outfit to wear for tonight.

Thought your thoughts were cut short when you heard a knock at the door.

Sylus was here…

‘Shit’, you thought to yourself, the realisation dawning on you that you’d been so busy trying to choose an outfit, you hadn’t even had time to do anything else, hair…makeup, nothing.

You heard another knock at the door, this one halted your pacing steps.

You could just ignore him, maybe he’d go away after a while ... .but you knew in reality that he would only worry if you didn’t answer and then he’d probably use his evol to break the door down.

Avoiding him wasn’t going to work.

But the thought of answering the door and admitting the real reason why you weren’t wearing the dress to him, made you feel even more anxious and in all honesty, ashamed.

You’d never told anyone about how self conscious your scars made you…would he think you less of you for such a thought?

Would he agree with you that the scars that marked your body were unattractive…?

The thoughts kept spinning around in your head, the fear of possible reactions making your breathing quicken with anxiety..

“Are you okay in there, sweetie?” You heard him ask through the door; somehow even with the door between you both, the warmth of his voice was able to calm you.

“Yeah,” you stammered, trying to pull yourself together, before opening the door, revealing a slightly worried looking Sylus behind it.

He didn’t say anything at first, taking a few steps until he was standing directly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He repeated, hooking his finger under your chin; noticing instantly the slight dilation in your pupils.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to not be shaky.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetie,”

He knew you’d lie to him at the store; he just didn’t know why…

“Why did you buy me that dress?” You questioned, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“You said you’d never have a reason to wear it, so I gave you one,” he stated very matter of factly, his thumb still hooked under your chin, “Or was there another reason you didn’t want to wear it?”

You could feel his eyes burning into yours as though he was trying to seek out the truth of the reason just from your eyes.

“The dress wouldn’t look good on me, okay?” You admitted; hoping that your answer would be enough to make him stop this inquisition.

But your words had an adverse effect.

He couldn’t understand how you could think such a thing; he knew you would look nothing but beautiful in such a garment, “What makes you think that?”

“I just know it wouldn’t,” you bluntly retorted, pulling away from his touch, wanting nothing more than for Sylus to just leave your apartment so you could wallow by yourself.

“Have you even tried it on?”

“I don’t need to try it on to know it would show my scars,” you snapped back harshly.

“What’s wrong with that?” he questioned; his face remaining neutral despite the abrasiveness of your words prior.

“What’s wrong with that?” You scoffed back sarcastically, running your hands over your face as you tried desperately to not have a full blown breakdown infront of him,“Sylus you’re taking me to fancy restaurant, I doubt people there, or you would like seeing them; they’re ugly and-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt his hands on either side of your face, holding you in place and forcing you to look directly at him.

His touch wasn’t harsh, but it was firm.

“I want to make something very clear to you,” he began, his thumbs rubbing your circles into your cheeks in unison.

“You are the most beautiful person that I have ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on, nothing changes that, don’t ever doubt that.”

His declaration made you want to cry.

No one had ever said something like that to you before, and certainly never with the amount of conviction in Sylus’ eyes.

He meant what he said.

And you believed that he did; but he’d never seen your scars, so how could he possibly know whether or not you were beautiful with your scars?

“You’ve never even seen them,” You whispered, feeling his hands gently squeeze your cheeks as he watched the sadness building in your eyes.

“It would never change how beautiful you are to me,” he cooed; placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “We all have our own scars sweetie, what’s the point in hiding them, it won’t make them disappear.”

For the next few moments the two of you stood in a comfortable silence; Sylus’ arms were now wrapped around your waist, and yours were wrapped around his neck.

Maybe it was because of the sincerity his voice held, or the truth in your eyes but as his words processed in your mind, you felt the rekindling of a confidence you thought had vanished long ago.

“ I should change….” You mumbled into his chest.

Sylus pulled away from your embrace slightly at your words, “Wear what you feel comfortable in, you don’t have to wear the dress,”

The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable.

“I want to….” you quietly admitted, still slightly terrified of wearing the dress but trying hard to not let those thoughts or the fear control you.

You’d spent years of your adult life hiding in leggings, jeans or long skirts or dresses that would hide the scar; even on the hottest days you would wear enough to cover it.

But your scars were a part of you as much as anything else, you couldn’t change them, so maybe instead of hiding them away, you could try to start accepting them.

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rogueddie · 8 months

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I'll Be Here T | 1,187 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is being willing to wait for them

Eddie has always known that, one day, Steve would move to the city with Robin so he can finally go to college. Eddie has grown too aware of Steve, his tells and how much he needs Robin.

When he first brought up college, he was venting about how horrible it would be to go so long without seeing Robin.

Eddie had struggled to hold back his laughter, painfully aware that he wasn't actually venting. He was trying to find an excuse to follow her. He was trying to convince himself that it would be worth putting the effort in to go to college too.

So, when Steve shuffled in one day, concerned but excited? Eddie wasn't surprised.

"I got in," he'd started. "To college, I mean. I applied with Robin and... I got in."

"That's amazing," Eddie said. "Baby, I'm so proud of you."

And he was. He was so extremely proud and excited.

But, when the day finally came for Steve to leave, he found it hard to bring those emotions back. He hated how clearly Steve could see through his forced grins.

"I'm fine," Eddie had insisted when Steve asked. "Really. I'm going to miss you, but this is so good for you. I'm so excited to hear about what you're going to do."

"I'll call," Steve promised, arms tight around him in a hug. He only pulled back to litter Eddie's face with kisses.

And, as promised, Steve called as soon as they arrived in their new dorm. Eddie could hear Robin babbling in the background, excited about their tiny little space, whilst Steve tried to hold in his laughter long enough to spew his usual romantics.

He'd called the next day too, to let Eddie know how they'd settled in and talk about all the different activities he was planning on checking out. There was even a D&D group that made him think of Eddie, that he didn't join simply because he wants his first game to be with him.

It wasn't until the next week that he called again. Steve spent the entire call gushing about a teacher who'd sat down with him and talked him through all his options.

"I'm going to be a teacher!" Steve had finished his speech off. "For, like, middle schoolers!"

"That's amazing!" Eddie replied. "That's- Stevie, that's perfect for you! You're gonna be amazing!"

"Yeah? You really think so?"

"I know so."

Steve had warned him that he would be busy, that he wouldn't be able to call as much.

It still made something deep in Eddies chest ache when another week would go by with no news from Steve.

Eddie wasn't worried though. Not really.

Especially when he came back with Robin for Christmas.

He hadn't been able to stay more than three days but, the entire time he was back in Hawkins, he was glued to Eddie. He grabbed and held on, as if he was finally able to breathe. As if he would die if he didn't get to touch Eddie for one second longer.

Robin constantly joked that she was going to need a crowbar to pry him off of Eddie.

She was almost right. It had taken him so long to say goodbye that they left more than an hour later than they had originally planned.

Eddie waved to them as they drove off. He was surprised at how excited he felt- it would only be a year until he got to see Steve again.

They'd been reluctant to admit their plans to stay in their dorms over summer break, but Eddie had encouraged them.

It was a good idea after all.

"But he could be doing anything," Mike had frowned, confused at how calm and content Eddie was. "With anyone. And he's not talking to you! Doesn't that make you... I don't know, worry?"

"No?" Eddie frowned back. He didn't understand why the kids were so confused. "Steve wouldn't do something like that. I know that, so what do I have to worry about?"

"You're just gonna wait around forever then?"

"Nope. He's just at college, kid. He's gonna come back and, when he does, I'll be right here."

When Steve went into his second year, he had settled enough that he started calling once a month.

It quickly became Eddies favorite time of the month and, if anyone tried to get him to do anything else on the day, he would blow them off. He couldn't be late home- not when Steve was going to call.

"I miss you," Steve would always say, in lieu of a greeting.

"I miss you too, baby," Eddie always mumbled back. He would cradle the phone close, with both hands, as he did.

"I keep thinking about you," Steve promised.

He would say it every call, repeating it as though worried that Eddie might forget. That Eddie might doubt that.

Eddie would always divert the conversation before Steve could spiral too much.

He always gave the same farewell when it came time for Steve to hang up so he could study or take part in whatever activity Robin has dragged him into that week.

"I'll be here," Eddie always said. "Don't worry about me. I could wait forever for you, big boy."

The third and fourth year went the same as the first.

Each Christmas was glorious. But, for the third Christmas, they'd managed to organise enough so they could spend a whole week in Hawkins.

Eddie insisted on taking polaroids of them. His favorite is the one he'd snapped of Steve, who was unaware, soft and sleepy in Eddie's kitchen.

"This is the last year," Steve told him, at the start of his fifth year. "Just this year, then I'm coming home."

One more year. It was the phrase that had been getting Eddie through the waiting, but it didn't help anymore. It only made it worse.

He couldn't stop thinking about how, when Steve does come back, he's staying.

Wayne helped him move out the trailer, and into his own. It wasn't any bigger than Wayne's, but it was enough for Eddie. He knew it would be enough for Steve.

The hideout didn't pay well, but Eddie was careful with his government hush money. He had plenty, more than enough to last a lifetime if budgeted right.

He made sure everything was ready for Steve. He made sure their home was ready.

And, when Steve does come home, all Eddie feels is love.

"Welcome home," Eddie says, leading him into their trailer.

"Oh, it's perfect," Steve whispers.

Eddie can hear the genuine awe in his voice. He grabs Steve, turning him around so he can finally see the expression too.

"You're so beautiful," Eddie says. "God, I missed you so much."

Steve practically throws himself at Eddie, their teeth clashing harshly with how hard Steve kisses him.

"Fuck," Steve groans, holding Eddie's face in both his hands. "You really waited for me all this time- Eds, God, I love you so much."

"I love you, too. I love you, more than anything, baby. You're worth the wait, you're so worth it."

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moontyun · 25 days

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Enhypen: The type of...

☆ enhypen masterlist ☆ ...partner ☆ requested: no ☆ warning(s): stage names are used, silent treatment is given ☆ genre: fluff, slight angst ☆ requests are open!

៚ Heeseung

to get jealous very easily

to leave you sticky notes in the bathroom for you to read when you wake up

It had started years ago, when the two of you had just started dating. The very first night he had slept over, he had to leave early the next morning. So before he left, he wrote you a little note. Telling you how much he cared for you and how much he appreciated you. When you had gotten up that morning, you saw the note. You absolutely loved it. When he had gotten home that night, you tackled him, peppering him in kissed all over his face. "What's all this about? Not that I don't love it." You explained it all to him. His whole face lit up, hearing you gush about how much you loved it was enough to get him to do it everyday, just to see you smile.

៚ Jay

to spoil you constantly!

to appreciate when you do little things for him.

You had been wanting those rings since the first day you laid your eyes on them. They were beautiful but you could not get yourself to justify the price. There was no way in hell you were going to be buying them. But every time you walked past that store, you saw them in the window, hoping one day you would save enough to get them. Jay had known you'd been dreaming about the day you'd have them. So one day, after you had come home from work, he had surprised you with them. "You deserved them. You'd been wanting them forever so, I got them for you."

៚ Jake

to get pouty when he doesn't get his way

that knows how to push your buttons

You had a busy day today. Your social battery was running pretty close to empty. So to say you were feeling a little over stimulated was an understatement. As soon as Jake had heard the front door open, he was right there, excited to see you home. "Did you miss me today?" he asked right away, you told him yes. After answering one question, they just kept coming. Things like "want to watch a movie?", "who's turn is it to cook tonight?", "do you want to go to target right now with me?" You just needed a minute to yourself. Just to recharge a little bit. When you told him this, he was a little hurt and you could see it on his face. You felt so incredibly guilty about it. You apologized and explained in a nicer way of how you needed space for a bit to charge up. He nodded his head understanding you completely, "After your done...can we watch a movie together?" You smiled, ruffling his hair, "Of course we can."

៚ Sunghoon

to need to have breakfast, lunch or dinner with you everyday. even if it's on facetime and he's on the other side of the world.

to get upset if you don't take his call

He had been gone for a little less than a week. He was away for something for work. You had been left at home due to not being able to take those days off from work. And boy, oh, boy, how he missed you so. He would call you every day during his lunch time and your dinner time. This was the way you both bonded. "How was your day? Tell me what happened." You asked, taking a bite of the plate of food in front of you. "Well, Jay..." He started yapping about every little detail of his day. You really loved this time.

៚ Sunoo

to get pouty when he isn't getting the attention he wants

he's your passenger princess

You had been super busy with work. You didn't have much time with anything else. Things were getting a bit hectic lately. Sunwoo began to feel a little neglected about you not giving him attention lately. So, he sat down in your office with you and began to whine about how he was feeling as he played with your hair. You turned around, taking his face in your hands, "I'm sorry." You apologized, "Tell you what, I'll stop for today and we can go have a picnic out in the field today." You shut down your computer to prove you were serious and he immediately lit up and was super excited.

៚ Jungwon

to spoil you rotten, too

cuddling every night before bed is an absolute must for him.

The air conditioning had broken in your shared house. It had been out for a few days. The heat was getting to be out of control. You didn't want to even sleep under the blankets tonight it was so hot. Jungwon on the other hand didn't seem to mind all that much because he was right there clinging to you like a koala. It was much too hot for that and you told him so. He didn't take it too well and became really pouty. You decided to compromise and hold his hand for the night instead, he seemed to be happy with that because next thing you knew he was out like a light.

៚ Ni-Ki

loves to give you a hard time about literally anything you do

but at the same time gets upset when you don't say you love him back

He hadn't spoken to you since yesterday night before bed. He was definitely upset with you about something. You could not figure it out though. Initially, you thought you'd forgotten about a date you had set but you hadn't. Maybe you forgot your anniversary? No, that wasn't for a few more months...And then it clicked. You forgot to tell him you loved him before bed. You smiled, cuddling into him and telling him how much you loved him. "Oh so you figured it out?" you nodded, giving him puppy dog eyes, fully knowing he'd be buttered up by it and take the apology. "Don't forget again."

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softevnstan · 2 years

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(nsfw) random prompt event generator for bucky!!

Bucky and Y/N going back to one or the other's house after a date, where they eventually end up dry-humping on the couch. Y/N only intends this as foreplay, but Bucky is already getting overwhelmed. Y/N finds this amusing and endearing, leaning close to whisper something teasingly into Bucky's ear. It turns out that Bucky is more excited than Y/N thought, and hits orgasm without any further stimulation, to the surprise of Y/N and the embarrassment of Bucky. What happens next?

pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral! reader

summary. After a date night out with Bucky as you explore your new relationship, you unintentionally wind up taking your makeout session a little too far. Quickly you learn it's been far too long since Bucky has had a partner.

warnings. SMUT - minors DNI. kissing, praise kink, dirty talk, size difference, beefy bucky, dry humping, masturbation (bucky and you), implied/referenced trauma, reader has v but still gender neutral. p with plot, recovering!bucky barnes (half-way).

a.n. ok, i have other things to write and originally i was gonna let this wait... until i read the prompt again and saw this as an opportunity for some mild bottom/fluffy bucky. (bucky is a bottom you can't change my mind, but i'll write top for you all i promise) starts a little fluffy at first because idk how to not write some sort of context to situations, and bucky is still in recovery reasonably so

w.c. 7.6k howdidthishappen

Your date with Bucky exceeded your expectations. Wary that things would potentially be a little rough around the edges while the soldier was still trying to put himself back together, you were pleasantly surprised when he picked you up at your apartment with a bouquet of flowers - specifically an interesting combination of sunflowers and roses. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had bought you flowers, and after running them inside so as to not ruin them by taking them on the trip, Bucky held your hand all the way to his motorcycle and helped you settle comfortably before embarking on the evening together. No awkward pauses or tense, heavy moments with Bucky; It was sweet and a dream come true that you didn’t even know you’d had.

He’d surprised you on where you both were going initially. Blindly trusting Bucky with wherever he chose your date location, he decided that the Art Museum was the safest choice. Dinners could be awkward - what if you don’t like the way someone chews their food? Movies hardly left time to actually get to know one another, instead just sitting in the dark with occasional spared glances. Anything too physical could be exerting and hinder you from another date with Bucky. So after indecisively pondering, Bucky had chosen that an art exhibit was the best way to go.

You loved it.

So many classic paintings and countless mediums of art filled the halls as you two strode hand in hand. Bucky was on the quieter side, but not enough to deter you. He’d smile and watch the twinkle in your eyes when you both came across a particularly marvelous work of art that you loved. Bucky had listened smittenly as you gushed about the way some pieces of art made you feel or the message you interpreted behind it all. Eventually, Bucky had begun to open up throughout the night to do the same. What felt like hours of enriched conversation and two people simply being in the moment.

Sometimes people don’t need candles and rose petals, sometimes people just need someone to talk to and feel just as down to earth with.

Unfortunately, neither of you had finished going through the whole museum together in one sitting.

Bucky had used that as the opportunity to salvage the situation; “I guess that means we’ll just have to come back together.” He’d said fondly when you both stopped at the mini-cafe built in the museum before you both left.

Instead of letting the date die down when the museum began closing for the night, you offered to bring the party back to your apartment instead. Tempting Bucky with a bottle of wine sitting in your kitchen so you two could just spend some more time together, he didn’t need too much convincing. Any excuse to stay close to you, to steal some of your time just a little longer before returning to his dull apartment.

‘How could I say no to you, doll?’ He had said, and you’d beamed at the small victory.

Truly, you hadn’t meant for it to end up where it was (not that you were complaining). When you asked Bucky to come into your apartment building, when you’d walked together hand in hand, you didn’t think you’d wind up like this. But somewhere between being plastered against Bucky’s backside and having the privilege to let your hands wander and explore tight leather hiding thick arms or the adrenaline of feeling the wind whipping in your hair, you’d started to become insatiable on the trip back.

Bucky had this way with you that made you feel like a teenager in love all over again.

Sure, he was quiet, but he was misunderstood. Soft and sweet, he had a compassionate heart and an intelligent mind, the gentle giant.

It’d taken some time to help Bucky bring down those walls initially - countless weeks you’d spent just trying to be his friend before he finally caved and agreed. He was a private person, you learned, but once peeling back all the layers, Bucky was amazing and worth all the work that went into opening him up. Creative and smart, a book-lover and funny, he was gentle and tender and emotional in every way that a man could be if they let themselves. He wasn’t afraid to be honest, but was instead afraid to voice that too loud. He wasn’t afraid to be emotional or vulnerable with those he trusted - not the unfeeling machine that so many had made him out to be. Bucky had simply needed someone who understood him - or was willing to if nothing else.

Once you’d gotten past all of it, all of the rough nights and moody days, it was worth it. You’d watched Bucky become something he never was before…

He was the one who had taken your relationship a step further.

Tentatively and timidly, might you add. Always endearing. He’d been anxious asking you to come out with him - as though he’d been fighting with himself for a long while on whether or not he should even ask. When he finally called you and asked if you’d like to go out on a date with him tonight - yes, he’d used date - you’d been elated.

And sure, you were moving a little too fast at that moment, but life is short and he’s already on seventy years of borrowed time. Bucky deserves to be loved.

Warm hand had rubbed up the length of Bucky’s bicep, and you gave his shoulder a squeeze when getting off of his motorcycle with a teasing glint in your eyes.

When he walked with you into the building, you hugged his left arm to your side - refusing for any additional space to come between the both of you as you prattled on about 'Birthday', by Dorothea Tanning and how you interpreted it as the door into the imagination, and Bucky was busy trying to remember which painting it was you were talking about - it was 'the winged scared cat-creature on the floor' that rejogged his memory.

Bucky was just happy you clung so easily to the cold and hard metal of his vibranium arm as if it were his own.

Turning into your hall, you’d begun to pull Bucky by the arm. Turning on your heel and offering him a smitten smile when you tugged him closer to your body in a backward walk. His eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile, his smile wide and showing off pretty white teeth. Even the sheepish duck of his head was precious when you led him into your apartment, finally excited to have time where it could be just you and Bucky without prying eyes.

"If you were eager to get home, you could've just said so," Bucky teased you, and you gave a playful smirk in response.

"M'not, I'm just excited to finally be alone with you." you'd cooed, attempting to make the words seductive but honestly they came more sentimental than anything.

The door gave way behind you when you twisted the knob with your one hand, the other still clutching to Bucky's sleeve. It didn't give Bucky a chance to respond to your retort when you tugged him right on into your apartment. Instead, it earned a chuckle that snapped into a gasp with your pull.

It was when that door shut that something came over you. Tucked into your own little corner of the world, you didn’t fear overwhelming Bucky with affection that made him uncomfortable. No worries about people gawking and making him feel out of place (or him being afraid of gawking, really).

When you both were just past the threshold of your apartment, you turned and used your foot to push the door shut. Fingers sliding up Bucky's arm, you used the moment to grab the lapels of his leather coat and step back - coming flush with the door and dragging Bucky right on into your tight space.

Hardly giving him a chance to protest. Wide cobalt eyes study you when you both are finally still, Bucky's hands hovering a little uselessly briefly and while shocked, still pleasantly surprised by your bravery.

"Someone is a little impatient," Bucky comments, expression softening. "Not impatient, just excited." You defend with a loving smile. "I could've sworn there was a bottle of wine mentioned..." Bucky trails. "Can you even get intoxicated?" You rhetorically question with a curious tilt of your head and a knowing grin. "Can't I drink for the taste like most people do?" Bucky retorts. "Touché."

You both fall into a small fit of giggles and soft laughs, the small talk helping to alleviate some of Bucky's nerves. His hands slowly come to settle on your sides since you're not budging from where you'd pressed flat against the door. Enjoying being wedged between a door and Bucky - you'd be crazy not to.

Despite the way, your mind is running a million miles a minute and your gaze can't seem to draw away from Bucky's pouty lips, Bucky doesn't seem to be picking up as easily on your advances. That's okay. He's always been worth the wait.

“...Did you have a good evenin’, doll?” he asks, flesh hand smoothing down to delicately rest on your hip.

“I was with you, wasn’t I?" Bucky looks at you for a beat as if slightly unconvinced... "Yes, Bucky. One of the best dates I've ever been on... ‘S a shame, I don’t want it to end.” You coo, drawing Bucky in closer until you’re both flush against each other. His left-gloved hand lifted to push your hair from your face tenderly.

“Who says it has to end right here?” Bucky hums with his signature playboy grin - no wonder why he had every girl in Brooklyn creaming their panties.

The low husk of his voice strikes you to your very core, allowing your imagination to run wild with the countless thoughts of what the man before you could really do if he tried. Really, it wouldn’t take much; Bucky already had you curled around his finger, whether he knew it or not was another question.

“I thought you’d never ask,” pleased, you lay your hands flat on Bucky’s chest. Feeling under his open coat and hands finding the expanse of muscle. You tilt your head back, biting your bottom lip seductively with a cheeky grin.

You aren’t ready to find Bucky’s eyes watching you so intently. The way he wets his bottom lip before worrying it between his teeth and releasing that pouty lip of his. Eyes boring right into you and keeping you pinned between him and the door. Ever so carefully, Bucky cups your cheek in his large gloved palm. There’s hardly a missed beat when you turn your head and nose affectionately into his palm, able to hear the soft whirring of the machinery before pressing a chaste kiss to leave behind.

“I had fun tonight,” You reiterate to him softly - the drag of your lips accentuated with every word against his palm.

“M’glad. You look good when you’re happy.” Bucky murmurs, but he seems distracted. Cobalt eyes follow every drag of your lips, Bucky exhales a shallow breath.

“I bet I could think of a few ways you could make me even happier, Bucky,” you singsong, hand sliding up over Bucky’s that hold your cheek to press affectionately into his touch. Always grateful for anything, nuzzling into him like a needy kitten.

Part of you is waiting for the next step. For him to make the next move - that’s the dance between you two. You step, and Bucky steps one more further. Playing off of each other. It doesn’t come.

“M’sure you could, sugar,” Bucky starts, and you’re waiting for the ‘But’... “But,” There it is. “Maybe we should slow down just a little. It’s been such a good night…”

“We could make it better,” you offer, and Bucky flushes slightly at the implication.

“...I don’t want to move too fast,” Bucky says after a pause in a hushed whisper - as though scared if he speaks any louder, the universe may come in and rip this good thing away from him as it has a history of doing.

“Listen, I care about you. And I had a really, really good time with you - I’m still so happy you agreed to come out with me. But you’re not- Not some dame. I’m not just trying to get into your pants, Y/N…” Bucky elaborates tentatively, and you watch him with understanding in your gaze.

“I know,” You softly lament. “You’re not that kind of fella, Bucky…” “I want you to feel comfortable with me - happy,” Bucky emphasizes, and for half a moment your heart hurts for the man in front of you. So convinced he’s still capable of doing harm, even after all of this time. “I can’t think of a time I’ve been uncomfortable around you at all, actually,” Softly you contest, and Bucky offers you a briefly amused smile.

“We can take our time,” Bucky presses; You can tell it’s more for him than it is for you. “Anything you need.” No questions about it. Nuzzling into Bucky’s palm, your lips form a chaste smile. “You’re too good to me, sugar…” “Funny, I’ve found myself thinking that all night.” Bucky finds humor in the words; expression softening and some of the tension that had begun to rebuild in him falling away. Bucky laughs. Soft, but rich. He leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your temple; Protective and loving. “Earlier, you said you had fun… So did I. This was one of the best nights in a while for me,” The admission comes with the feel of Bucky’s lips ghosting your skin. It’s distracting.

“I’m glad; You deserve good things, too, Bucky.” Something you tend to try to remind Bucky of often; You’ll slam that fact into his head until he one day decides to believe it for himself and see what everyone else sees. “You are my good thing,” he whispers even quieter; Unintentionally dropping the tone of his voice and sending shivers down your spine.

No words are exchanged when your hands lift and find Bucky’s defined jaw; cradling him gently and drawing him in for a deep but loving kiss. The first of many tonight.

Both you and Bucky had soon migrated from the door in the foyer to your cozy living room. You both struggled to keep space between one another; Lips meeting together over and over again. The only sound was your own heart pounding in your ears and the soft breaths between you and Bucky.

You were planted in his lap. Sat on strong, thick thighs - your arms draped around Bucky’s broad shoulders. His hands sat comfortably on your sides; gloves abandoned on the coffee table when he’d wanted to feel you. Not leather obstructing him from feeling the proper warmth of your flushed skin. His head tipped back to accommodate the way you had gained a few inches on him upon being seated in his lap.

Despite the way you two were entangled, it was nothing more than kisses. His hands hadn’t dared to venture below your belt, and while the kisses were definitely full of passion, it wasn’t the flame you were yearning and burning for. To respect Bucky’s request though, you didn’t proceed any further. Content with the taste of Bucky on your tongue, the warmth of his breath, and the barely there noises you were able to draw out of him that rumbled in his chest. His lips were soft and moved naturally against one another - It was a moment of euphoria.

Just the way your mouths slotted together alone was enough to rile you up; It’d been so long, and no one was as tender a lover as Bucky was with you. Each time he touched you, it was with consideration and care for what you wanted, what would feel good. Never in the means of his own self-gain. It made you that much more desiring of him; the connection that you both maintained had been there for months, it was simply that you both had finally begun to act on it.

You’d told yourself you’d be slow. Take this at your own pace. No one wants to rush into a relationship that has the potential to end messy. But there you were; Necking in your living room with Brooklyn’s finest bachelor since 1936. Truly, you were only human, and it hadn’t escalated further than that. Breathing each other in, heated and heavy. You hadn’t even done it intentionally.

One could only fault you so much when your hips rolled into Bucky’s. Formerly nestled still in his lap, you found yourself moving without thought. Grinding down into the soldier’s lap, it elicited a deep groan from his throat, and tilted his head down to pull your lips apart. His hands instinctively moved to your hips; Clutching moderately tight to still your ministrations. You relished in the subtle pressure that came with Bucky’s hands securely enough to hold you still for hardly a moment. It was enough time for you to have realized the mistake you’d made.

“Shit, I’m sorry–” you stammered between the both of you, and Bucky instead took a shallow inhale. “No, no– It… It was good. It felt good, it’s-... It’s just… been a while.” Bucky timidly expressed, cheeks flushed and breathless. You noticed how he struggled briefly to maintain a heated gaze with you, eyes averting before pinching shut altogether.

“Do we need to stop? It’s okay if we do, Bucky…” Let him know that he had that out if he needed it; You wouldn’t be upset.

That option left Bucky shaking his head profusely. “No,” he rasps out, and you can feel his breath fanning your face. Can still taste him on your lips. You’re both still so close… You can feel the faint flex of his fingers holding you. “I want to keep going… Just… Give me a moment, alright?” He requests, and you give him a comforting smile and an understanding nod.

Your fingers card up into Bucky’s disheveled locks and brush thick hair back from falling in his face. Some of the tension leaves his body when you press a chaste kiss to his temple.

“Whatever you need,” you softly let him know. You’re both still for a minute or two. Simply letting Bucky hold your hips while you kept some of the pressure on your knees - dug into the cushions on either side of his thick thighs. Soothingly rubbing your fingers through Bucky’s hair and giving him a tender hug he relishes in.

Then, slowly, he pulls you back down. Guiding your ass back into his lap and bodies coming flush together. The moment is experimental and you allow Bucky to take all the time he needs even if there is a burning in your thighs from the awkward position. Basking in the relief with a soft sigh and nosing into Bucky’s hair. His hands experimentally dare to explore a little further down. Rubbing from your waist down over your hips to the tops of your thighs. His hands feel like that of a bear's paws in comparison to your physique.

“How are we feeling…?” You ask, checking in on him. “A little better… I’ve been using that 4-7-8 breathing method my therapist recommended, actually,” Bucky says, and you can tell for a moment he just needs to play it by ear. Even if you both don’t do anything tonight, he’s worth the wait.

“Really? That’s good,” Indulging in the moment of chit-chat as his hands still continue the back-and-forth motion. Hypnotizing and leaving your thighs tingling.

Bucky’s reply comes in a soft hum, tilting his head down to nudge his nose at your neck. You tilt your head enough for him to burrow in the hollow of your throat and nose affectionately there. His warm breath makes your skin break out in goosebumps. You let out a shaky exhale before a sappy grin spreads across your face.

He begins to slowly mouth at the sensitive skin of your throat. Gentle kisses and the faint scratch of his stubble that initially tickles enough to make you wiggle in his lap.

“Bucky!” You squeak and you feel the grin against your skin.

“Easy, easy…” Bucky lowly tells you and it burns into your core. It’s easy to go lax when he’s the voice coaxing you back. “Good doll,” Bucky says with a chuckle - clearly teasing but it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“M’ticklish,” You defend as your arms squeeze around his shoulders. “I can tell. Might come in handy one day…” His lips still ghost over your skin; ever so distracting.

“You wouldn't.” “I might,” Bucky says, his voice smooth but thick like honey.

A playful pinch to Bucky’s shoulder makes him surrender with a laugh before tipping his head up to press your foreheads together again. This time you’re surprised to find his eyes meeting yours head-on.

“Thank you for being understanding,” Bucky addresses the elephant in the room, traces of anxiety in those gray eyes. “I’m still trying to learn how to let myself be with someone else…”

The words feels so raw; A hushed confession and a moment Bucky is being fully honest with you. Not hiding from it or skirting around it - communicating his boundaries and being able to give himself the time he needs. Your chest swells with pride for the man before you in his growth; You’re so inlove.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not here just to get into your pants, Bucky. I care about you, and we can go as fast or as slow as you need.” You affirm, always wanting Bucky to know that. That he’s safe with you the way you are with him.

“I know,” he whispers, tipping his head up a little further to let your lips brush. “It’s why I like you so much…”

You smile, unable to help but feel a fluttering in your chest. Bucky draws you the rest of the way to press your lips together again. Starting from scratch so that Bucky is able to be more expecting and prepared this time. The build-up doesn’t bother you in the slightest, and it doesn’t take the both of you long to build up where you once were. Bucky’s comfortable kissing you. It’s everything else that daunts him.

Bucky is the one who holds your hips tight against his lap as he gives an experimental roll of his hips up into your ass; feeling the semi-bulge through his jeans. You gasp against his lips, and he seizes the moment to lick hot into your mouth. He doesn’t do it again; Teasing you and inviting you to take the next step. Experimentally, you return the gesture when you grind against Bucky’s lap. It draws a noise from both of you at that time.

“Yeah..,” Bucky huskily groans. “That’s good, fuck…” Bucky’s praise eggs you on to keep pressing down into Bucky. Rotating your hips to allow both of you to grind through your clothes; Traces of Bucky’s arousal evident in his jeans.

He steals your breath with a claiming kiss. Strong hands trailing up your thighs to test the waters. Feeling over the swell of your ass and encouraging you to keep pressing down into him. Rutting against his constricted and half-swelled cock. You’re unsure what to do with your hands other than planting them firmly on Bucky’s chest as you grind your sexes together. Fingers curling into bunch fabric of his shirt as Bucky’s head tilts to deepen your kiss further.

With each second that passes, you feel dizzier. High on the endorphins and lack of oxygen - your chest felt warm and fuzzy. Kissed senseless as Bucky’s firm hands squeeze the globes of your ass and rips a needy keen from your throat, drawing your grinds to a controlled halt. Right when you fear as though you might be too light-headed from the lack of air, Bucky shows some mercy. Freeing your lips and leaving you to gasp; Bucky licking his lips with a satisfied grin.

“I think I taste mint, did you pop a tic-tac earlier when I wasn’t looking…?” Bucky breathlessly teases, both of you so close that you can feel his smile. In that moment, you’re simply trying to return to Earth for a moment between soft, airy breaths.

When you will yourself to finally look at Bucky again, his eyes are blown. His black pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes; leaving behind a thin ring. Something inside of him looks livelier than you’ve ever seen, Bucky’s cheeks flushed and lips swollen.

“Jesus, Bucky,” is all you manage, earning a cheeky grin from Bucky - proud. “Speechless? I’m relieved to know after nearly a century I haven’t gotten rusty… It’d be embarrassing if I was 107 and didn’t know how to kiss,” Bucky jokes, and something inside of you feels so warm and fuzzy.

That you both can joke while still being in the moment and grinding into each other moments prior.

“Cocky, are we soldier?” You hum after regaining some of your composure, hands lifting to hold his face. Before Bucky has a chance to speak, the wiggle of your hips draws a reminder of the length in his jeans. Bucky chokes on a stifled groan low in his throat at the way you frott into him.

“Very funny,” he asks, still slightly out of breath.

“You took me by surprise,” you admit softly, “You never seem so brave…” “Frankly, sugar, it’s… Been a really long time. I’ve spent a too long runnin’ and not getting to actually feel alive - I’m not just surviving anymore. It’s taken time and it’ll still take more, but you make me feel better.” Bucky confesses fondly, and you snort with amusement. Pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

“Sap.” You murmur between soft pecks. “Only you could turn something hot into something sweet.” “Can’t we have both?” Bucky cooes. “Absolutely.”

This time, you take lead. Pecking kisses down from Bucky’s lips, over his stubbled cheek and defined jaw. His head tilts back to accommodate the way you nudge, leaving open-mouth kisses in your wake. Sucking the salty skin to leave behind loving bruises that will only last so long with Bucky’s healing factor. He groans; Adam’s apple bobbing when you stamp kisses back up his neck to the juncture of his ear and jaw. A soft kiss before you take a playful nip at his earlobe and send shivers racking through the man under you. “Oh, babydoll,” Bucky sighs airly, taking it upon himself to guide your hips. You move on your own accord as Bucky grinds you into his lap; Moving you back and forth to rut together through your clothes. You don’t have to do any of the work, instead just taking some time to give Bucky the loving he deserves.

When you peer at his face, his eyes are closed. Lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks and lips parted with soft breaths; the occasional clench of teeth pulls out a gravelly rumble from his chest. All of it has you so hot, so riled up. It’s just the two of you alone in the apartment; The air is charged with electricity between the two of you. The scrape of your teeth makes Bucky’s lips curl into a devious grin.

“You’re doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praises. “My pretty baby, yeah… God– Do you feel what you do to me, honey…?” Bucky’s voice was hoarse, the friction working him up just as much as it was you. The throbbing between your legs was becoming insatiable - your answer coming in a whimper as you sucked another purpling bruise into Bucky’s throat.

Your hips move enthusiastically. Trying to meet Bucky for every grind; Becoming too much for him to handle at one point.

“Sl-Slow down, baby… Easy, we’ve got time,” he attempts to coax, but you’re busy chasing that high at that moment. You want to make Bucky feel good - this is doing that for him; Pleasing him.

“What’s wrong, big guy?” You ask with an airy giggle, nosing up to Bucky’s ear. Your lips press against the shell of his ear; “I can’t get enough of you touching me, Bucky. I just want to make you come, thinking about it turns me on so much…”

You don’t realize until it’s too late what the words do to him, whispered out right in his ear. Bucky’s nose scrunches up and his jaw goes slack. His body becomes taut underneath you; Hands clutching hard and leaving a dull ache in your bones despite the way you’re still trying to move. Bucky’s hips stutter harshly, and suddenly he’s gasping out. Moaning low and breathy as he rides out his orgasm with half-hearted bucks up into your ass.

Your eyes widen with a sense of wonder as Bucky comes undone in those short few seconds. His lips curl into a perfect ‘o’ and he shudders, eyes pinched shut. “Ohhhh fuuuck,” Bucky moans, long and drawn out, and there’s not a hotter sight than Bucky Barnes coming because of you. You smile; Pleased with yourself and priding yourself on the fact of being able to be the one to do this to Bucky. You continue the grueling roll of your hips into his hard dick - little left to the imagination while your fingers tangle in his hair and you hold him close. Watching his face all the while; Not wanting to miss a single moment.

Bucky rides it out until he’s left with beads of sweat misting his hairline, panting with the rise and fall of his chest. Taking his time, licking his lips before seemingly becoming sheepish of how easily he’d just fallen apart. No warning; It’s been so long since he’s had another sexual partner to experience these things within a positive environment.

Your hips only stop when he’s well and done, knowing that most guys half the time are one-and-done. “That… That felt really good, m’sorry, it’s– it’s different. With, y’know, someone else… Versus alone…” Bucky manages awkwardly, and you simply draw him in for a lingering kiss.

“I understand,” You murmur comfortingly against his lips. “You can clean up in the bathroom; I don’t have anything in your size for underwear, unfortunately, but I can find a pair of flannel bottoms that might fit…” “What about you?” Bucky asks, raising a brow. “Me?” “You.. You didn’t get to… Y’know.”

It’s oddly endearing how he worries about the fact that you weren’t able to get off the way he had. “What, we’re afraid to use adult language now?” You tease, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “M’bein’ serious. I want you to feel good…” Bucky says, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “I can get it up again if you give me a minute.” He adds, and for a moment you’re confused before placing the answer upon a super soldier refractory period.

“You’d be comfortable with that..?” You ask with a curious tilt, and Bucky bites his lips together; you can see the lingering daze in his eyes from the post-orgasm haze. “No,” he answers almost nervously. “I… Tonight has been a lot already. I don’t think I want to go there yet…” And you expect it to end there, but: “I have something else in mind, though.”

“Oh, do you now…?” you muse, curious. “Have you ever heard of mutual masturbation…?”

You’re both sat facing one another on the couch; One of your legs tucked under your body and pants long abandoned to the floor leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You’d felt far less reluctance than Bucky had when it came to stripping down; The layers shed easily as your anticipation festered more and more to the surface.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. You’ve known Bucky for a while now, and let’s not lie to yourself - He’s a good-looking man who can do things with a single look. The ‘Barnes Charm’ he was so popular for when he was young was still there; Showing itself in small flickers of moments from time to time. The only instances in acting on it on your behalf were in the comfort of your bedroom, alone in the sheets. No one’s business but yours.

But now you’re there with him and no one else. No one to disturb your private moment.

Touch was something that was hard for Bucky - he’d expressed that to you when he stammered over what he’d been asking of you. That he’d rather watch one another right then.

Bucky had no problem drinking you in, either. His eyes were fixed on every movement you made - when you’d peeled your shirt off his eyes followed the expanse of glowing skin and studied it all. Every curve and slope of your body; There was no question of how enamored he was with you. It was the first time in a long time you’d felt truly seen. Someone who wasn’t just trying to get into your pants but found you breathtaking.

It was flattering; You could feel the heat in your cheeks and the way it flustered you to be looked at in awe. There was something about Bucky that made you feel perfect. He was a man that was genuine in everything he did; Not much of a people-pleaser if he doesn’t have to be. Arguably a little stubborn, actually. You knew nothing about the way he looked at you was feigned.

He chews his lip as his eyes study you. Leaned more forward from where he’s sat sideways on his half of the couch. Left hand clutching the back of the couch cushion, Bucky had that familiar bulge in his jeans (which were now unbuttoned and peeled open to show off his navy blue briefs).

“You look so perfect, doll…” Bucky murmurs lovingly after a moment, and your heart melts in your chest.

The words felt too intimate for you to accept easily, but you didn’t want to reject the compliment either. So rather than reply verbally, you leaned back into the cushion propped up behind you and drew your right leg up; Pressed into the back of the couch. Your right leg dangles off the side of the couch and leaving you exposed to Bucky. A welcome invitation if he decides to change his mind and wants to touch you.

Bucky breath hitches; shuddering out a slow exhale through his nose. His gaze is hungry, his hand thoughtlessly moving to his own groin to palm the returning erection.

“I’ll love you right, one of these days, sugar.” Bucky promises with a lick of his lips. “This is just fine for tonight, Bucky,” You reassure him, and his gaze racks up to your face. “Thank you again for understanding,” And the softness in his hungry eyes sends a cold desire to your core - something more intimate about that look than the one threatening to eat you whole. “Anything for you.” You tell him, meaning every word.

With that, you make a deliberate show of teasing your fingers down your chest and tummy before slinking between your legs.

“Aww, that’s it, sugar,” Bucky hums fondly with a breathy chuckle. “Eager little thing, gonna put on a pretty show for me..?”

“Only if you promise to do the same; This is just as much for me as it is for you,” You tease affectionately, mood defiled when you trace your hole with your middle and ring finger. The pads of your fingers are cold on sensitive skin, leaving you to shiver and sigh out an airy moan.

“M’not in nearly as a rush as you are, sweetheart.” Bucky hums, and you catch the way his hand slides down to palm at his cock through his underwear. “So excited to be on display, are we?” “Just for you,” you exhale, preening at the way he looks at you while experimentally dipping the tips of your fingers into your wet and wanting hole.

“Thank God, might have to wring someone by the neck if I gotta share a sight as sweet as this...” The tone is playful and joking, but there are traces of genuine possessiveness in Bucky’s voice. The idea alone is enough to have you showing off; gathering the wetness and making a deliberate show of smearing it over glistening skin. Bucky licks his lips with a look as though he wants to eat you alive.

Atleast it’ll give him something to look forward to for when you both do get to the point you can be physically comfortable with intimacy. You can have more than enough fun with this.

“Mother, mary, n’ joseph…” Bucky drawls; that Brooklyn accent of his coming through thick with the rumble of his words. He relaxes back into the couch while you continue the steady stroke of teasing yourself, playing with your clit and leaving your cunt throbbing. Bucky properly slides his jeans down his thighs and bunches his briefs along with them.

The evidence of his previous orgasm smeared in his soiled briefs, his cock thick and bobbing at the cool air. Bucky hisses through his teeth before spitting into his hand and stroking himself off languidly.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep touchin’ yourself for me, I wanna see how you like it…” the words were hummed low, squeaking a moan out of you with just the way he spoke to you alone. “Aww, did you like that, baby? Like the way I talk to you..?”

You bite your lip, swallowing back the noises and answering Bucky’s question in a profuse nod. Fingers still insistently tracing yourself to that sweet spot, you could feel the slow knot building in the pit of your tummy.

“Ah, ah, ah… If m’gonna talk, I wanna hear those sweet noises, babydoll. Sing for me,” Bucky cooes with a breathy chuckle, still fucking his fist on the length of his cock. Pre-come beading at the slit and making the tip glisten with the signs of his arousal.

“Oh, Bucky,” You wantonly mewl out, surprising yourself with how helpless you sound. Trailing your slick fingers down to press the tip of your middle finger into your weeping cunt. Experimentally pressing in, having been pent up for what felt likes ages and aching for relief.

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky’s hand begins to speed up over his aching cock; His thickness jerking in his palm whenever you make a particularly sweet noise. “Show me how you stuff that needy cunt; I wanna see how you - fuck - take care of yourself…”

You moan for Bucky; needy and high and airy. It just feeds into his own arousal as he jerks off across from you. His own groans deep and rough - Piercing gaze keeping you pinned to the couch. Unable to look away from the way Bucky’s gaze bore into you.

His eyes watch you expectantly; Waiting for you to do what he’s asked. You oblige.

Your fingers press knuckle-deep into your cunt; Experimentally thrusting into your channel and leaving your back to arch slightly off the arm of the couch.

“Oh,” you mewl out, fingers driving into your hole, stretching your tightness and leaving your arousal to spill out.

Bucky jerks his thick cock, hand sliding easily and the ministration made easier by the pre-come that spills over his fist. He shifts his hips, licking his lips and grinning at the way you fuck yourself open.

“Look at you, such a pretty baby,” Bucky breathes low between pants for air. “If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought you – mmh, god - were waitin’ for this. So eager to get that hole wet…”

The way Bucky talks to you makes your chest flutter. Your face feels hot, gasping as it drives the way you fuck your hole. Watching the up-stroke on Bucky’s cock - imagining the length sliding home into you and whimpering at the thought. Your eyes screw shut, the room filled with the slick sounds of your fingers in your hole.

“Oh no, babydoll, open those pretty eyes. I want you to watch me,” Bucky demands, and your eyes open on command. “Yeah, that’s it… Good baby, see this?” Bucky stops the stroking of his dick to let his fingers wrap around the girth and give a little tap of the tip to his thigh. Showing off the girth and his thick balls.

“Yeah, yeah this is all for you, honey. M’so hard for you, all for you…” The rumble of his voice was soothing as it was arousing.

“Bu-Bucky,” you squeak past trembling lips. Thighs softly quaking — Bucky’s words could get you off alone. Who knew he was such a filthy talker?

“I’m right here, sugar. ‘S okay, make yourself feel good. Don’t gotta hold back for nothin’, show me, pretty thing. I wanna see it all…” It’s permission if you’ve ever heard it, and suddenly at that moment, you realize how dependent Bucky’s say was over your building orgasm. As if your body knew it was waiting on his approval before you could let yourself come undone.

Your legs draw up to clench your thighs – Stopping yourself when you remember Bucky’s eyes are still fixed upon your flushed body. Watching the hypnotizing display of the quick work you made fingering your needy cunt while he relished int he display. Stroking his cock languidly before building up a pace that matched your own; Wanting to follow your arousal with you.

Just because you both weren’t touching doesn’t mean he couldn’t work with you.

It doesn’t take much; Not that it surprises you. You’d been pent up from the previous grinding into one another; hot and bothered by kisses that gave you a hint of what more could be like.

While your one hand is busy playing with your nub, your free hand smooths up to ruck up your shirt. Bucky’s dilated eyes light up even more when your hand moves under your top; Rolling a nipple between your fingers and drawing even more whorish noise from your swollen lips.

Bucky downright growls, hips arching subtly off the couch as he fucks up into his fist.

“Fuck, you like to play with your nipples, baby? Aww, bet you’re so sensitive… Mm, fuck, yea… M’gonna love gettin’ my hands on you when we’re ready. Gonna learn every nook n’ cranny of you; Wanna worship that pretty body of yours.”

He keeps talking like that; each word straight to your aching core and leaving you soaked. Bucky picks up on it in the way you get louder — noisier.

“You like that? Of course you do — who knew you were so fuckin’ filthy, sugar? Aw, m’gonna come, baby,” Bucky’s voice even until it begins to find a sense of urgency towards the end. A sharp breath from him, both of your hands moving while you watch one another. Pleasuring yourselves and being your most intimate selves; On display for one another.

Your jaw is slack, gasping and moaning out pitiful squeaks while you touch yourself. Bucky’s hand moves smoothly over his arousal, the sound of skin on skin as he jerks himself off.

“Oh, oh fuck, please, I-I’m gonna come, Bucky,” you cry out, and Bucky thumbs at the tip of his cock; wrist twisting towards the head.

“Come for me, baby. C-Cream all over your pretty fingers — come for me, come for me,” Bucky’s words drive you over the edge.

Your walls flutter emptily; begging to be filled as you come undone under your fingers. It’s cloud nine, riding out your high on your familiar fingers. Thighs trembling and soaked with your wetness, hips canting up into nothing as you finish on your fingers. Gasping and squealing out until you’re reduced to pathetic whimpers.

Bucky watches you all the while. Fucking his fist and growling out through his bared teeth when you come. Reaching his own orgasm and painting his fist in thick stripes of creamy white that you want to lick clean. He pants, face flushed as his cock spills his heavy load. Staining the denim of his jeans and leaving a mess (though he’s careful of the couch).

You both slump into the couch, still facing one another when the high has passed. Panting for air, the smell of sex and sweat heavy in the air. You’re the one to break the quiet with an airy giggle, which Bucky grinds widely in response to.

“Are you alright, honey..?” Bucky asks curiously, his own voice hoarse and quiet. “Perfect. How’s about a shower…? You’ve already seen me from the stomach down, I’ve already seen your dick. That’s practically all we have. Nothing to hide,” you offer with a roughness to your own voice, swallowing thickly. You smile, still lingering in the soft air of the post-orgasmic haze.

“Sounds perfect, baby. I’ll go get the shower runnin’, okay?” Bucky offers, tucking his mess back into his underwear (he won’t be wearing them much longer anyways). Scooting forward, he uses his clean hand to cup the back of your head and press a gentle kiss to your temple.

You nod with a soft, ‘mhm’. Enjoying the settling moment's peace and serenity despite the cooling wetness coating your thighs. Moving will be awful but it was well worth it.

Bucky certainly leaves an impression. Kicking off the evening with flowers and a ride to the art museum, strolling the halls lovingly with him while partaking in art, only to come back to your apartment and masturbate together. Bucky might be more full of surprises than you thought. You couldn’t be more excited.

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tinyfantasminha · 11 months

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Playful Dress~

Voice lines:

Summon Line: I couldn't care less about class right now. I'm about to enjoy this amusement park to the fullest!

Groooovy!!: I don't really want to be on stage but.... Nnngh, fine, I'll go!

Home: What are you waiting for, let's go!!

Home Idle 1: I can't take my eyes off Fellow whenever he speaks. He's got that charisma and charm and... Is his tail fluffier than Jack's or is that my imagination? hmm...

Home Idle 2: I don't usually eat a lot, but they got all kinds of juicy and fried meat here and they smell so tasty I kinda want to taste them all... Am I starting to act like Leona?

Home Idle 3: It's a shame Idia isn't here. I would drag him to the haunted attraction just to record his priceless screams.

Home Idle - Login: T-There's a churro stand here too? Stop tempting me, I had enough greasy food for today...! But one dessert wouldn't hurt...

Home Idle - Groovy: I wanted to avoid the water ride, but everyone is going and I don't want to be the only one left. I wonder if Fellow has anything I can borrow to protect myself from the splashes.

Home Tap 1: Lilia and Cater were gushing over me saying how adorable I look in this outfit. But Lilia said he still looks cuter than me...! Hey, who do you think is the cuter one?

Home Tap 2: Ace thinks that I can't handle the roller coaster! I'm gonna show that brat and ride every roller coaster in the park!

Home Tap 3: When Grim gets excited like this, it's very draining to keep babysitting him... Ah, you'll look after him for me for a while? T-Then please...

Home Tap 4: It's kinda rare to see Jack this excited! He's been wagging his tail and smiling a lot and... 'Why have I been noticing that??' Uh— nothing!

Home Tap 5: This park is huge isn't it? We can easily get lost here. I don't want to be left behind so um, I'll stick with you for a bit if that's okay.

Home Tap - Groovy: Since we have to wait in lines anyway, I wanted to take pics of myself because it's not everyday I get to wear cute performer clothes. I feel embarrassed doing it infront of everyone else though...! You say you'll take the picture for me? But— ...Ah well, okay!

#twisted wonderland #twst event #twst playful land #twst oc #twst yuu #twst mc #twstvic #I fuck with circus aesthetics SO HARDDDD you ahve no idea #the frills and stockings and makeup....mmm yummy #btw you can catch plenty of kuroshitsuji book of circus inspos in this design lmao #borrowed inspirations from ciel (smile) doll and beast's outfits!!#myart

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ohbother2 · 2 months

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Hi everyone,

I know it's been ages and some of you have probably seen this notification and have hoped that this means the fics on this page will be updating, however, I've got some bad news.

This blog was a joint account between two friends who loved creating silly stories of some of our favourite characters in our free time and gushing over character details with one another. Beyond tragically, my friend, the co-runner of this account, passed away a few months ago. Obviously, I'm keeping the details private, but it was sudden and unexpected.

I know this is a shock to all of you, and not what you were expecting to hear after such a long hiatus. Understandably, I've not been active on tumblr, particularly this account, since. It's felt incredibly wrong to login to this blog and even attempt to re-read some of the stuff posted or your comments/tags, especially without her to talk to about all your lovely messages. She really did love reading them, and we'd call for hours to laugh and talk about your kind messages.

Although I acted as what you'd call the 'face' of this account, actually posting, reblogging, commenting and following others, she was integral to the heart of this account, to the ideas and writing and editing that made this account what it is, and I don't want to continue posting heacannons/one-shots/any kind of creative writing on this blog without her. This was our passion-project, and a massive chunk of it is now missing.

I just wanted to let you guys know what the situation with this blog is and why, and I wanted to give a massive thank you from both of us for being the most supportive, kind-hearted, and tight-knit community we'd ever had or seen on Tumblr before. The fact we even had fan-art made of our writing goes to show how dedicated and incredibly talented this fandom is, how supportive and just genuinely excited everyone is to hype each other up and lift each other and appreciate all our passions. It's genuinely insane, and so rare in modern internet spaces.

Regarding the future of this account, because I don't want to leave unfinished fics floating around the website, and for personal reasons, I will be transferring all fics/one-shots over to AO3, marking them as incomplete, and 'orphaning' them. I've really debated this decision, and I believe it's the one she'd be most happy with. I'm just giving you guys fair warning, I'll wait a few weeks before I actually do anything. I don't know if I'll delete this blog, I'm rather attached, but I won't be active for a while.

Probably most importantly, if anyone wants to take our ideas or our unfinished fics/one-shots and complete them/edit the story/adapt our head-cannons/incorporate them into your own fics, please do. I think it'd be nice to inspire and help other fic writers, and see the ideas carried on in whatever way you guys choose. Everything on this account is effectively 'orphaned' already, so feel free to do whatever you want with it :).

This is getting long, but I also wanted to say thank you to everyone who sent in requests, funny comments, little anecdotes, and witty one-liners into our messages/asks, both that we did and didn't respond to, especially lately. We planned to do a great return to this blog after our exams responding to them all/clogging up your feeds. Someone even called us their 'favourite niche internet micro celebrity', and we both found it hilarious.

There's no gofundme or anything like that set up. Sometimes, things just don't go as we plan and there's nothing we can do. If I've learnt anything from this godawful situation, it's that you should do whatever you want as soon as possible. Don't wait to join that club. don't wait to take that trip, don't wait to watch that show, don't wait to visit friends or family, don't wait to begin doing a hobby that you think you'll love. Anything can happen, and the only time we know that we have for certain is now. (Master Uguay was right in Kung Fu Panda after all).

I won't be active for a while, but I'll check in to see how this post is doing now and again, and I'll probably post again just before I begin taking things down.

Thank you guys, and I hope you don't dwell on this post too long.

#yep #still don't know how to end this #thank you all again #for anyone who wants to know im doing fine thank you #grief is a funny thing #but things get easier #and people keep living

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hanniebaeee · 3 months

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Adore you

Hyunjin x reader (ft best friend Lee Know)

Warnings: crying, some kissing, jealousy, the reader has a shitty family and is severely codependent on Minho, Minho is not really toxic - he's just afraid to lose you

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: Having come from a dysfunctional family, your best friend Minho is everything to you. But when you fall in love with Hyunjin, you find Minho blocking your path and the love of your life slipping away from you.

a/n: Hyunjin is a cutie pie in this one - I just wanna squish his cheeks and keep him safe forever 😭 And please remember, this is just a story!

Your cheeks felt warm and tingly as Hyunjin placed a soft kiss on it.

'This was fun' he said, giving you a shy smile.

'Yeah, I had a great time, Hyunjin. Thank you.' You said, blushing. You liked him so much! And this little date was everything you had ever dreamt about. And within these few hours with him, you had learned how thoughtful and sweet he really was.

'My pleasure, and I hope we'll do more of this soon.' Hyunjin gave you a toothy grin. 'See you in class tomorrow?'

You nod and said good night. Hyunjin lingered, hands in his pockets and his face revealing the fact that he was contemplating something. Your heart raced as he stepped forward again, this time placing a soft peck on your lips. Though a bit surprised, you couldn't hide the smile that bloomed on your face. And this had him smiling all over again.

You both laugh nervously before he sent one last flying kiss your way and started walking away. Your heart fluttered as you watched him leave. He looked back again before disappearing around the corner.

You stepped into your shared apartment and as you were removing your shoes, you heard footsteps coming your way. Smiling, you face your best friend Minho. He smiled too, but you sensed some tension there.

'You ok?' You asked, walking into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water.

'Why wouldn't I be?' Minho asked, and you knew that something was definitely off. 'How was your date?'

'It was so good, Lino!' You gushed. 'Hyunjin-'

'I didn't know it was Hyunjin.' Minho cut you off. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'We just decided to go right after class and it wasn't planned or anything' You shrugged. 'Do you know him?'

'I do.' Minho replied, turning away from you. 'How do you know him, exactly?'

You frown at the way he was questioning you, and he wasn't even looking at you anymore.

'We share a class.' You said, walking towards your best friend. 'Min, what's this?'

'You're a bio student. And he's in business. What class do you share?' Minho asked, raising an eye brow.

'My elective class' You mumbled, looking down at your hands.

'If I knew you were going out with Hyunjin, I would have said something.' Minho said and you were taken aback by that. You felt all of your excitement from the day ebb away.

'Why would you say that, Min? I really like him. He's really nice!' You said, sadly.

'I just don't want you to get hurt ok? I know being away from home is hard. And I know sometimes people offer comfort and a sense of safety. But don't walk into a trap, Y/N. This is not the first time for him. But it is for you. You should be careful.'

'So what if he's had girlfriends before? I mean you've had them too!'

'Are you gonna compare me with him now?' Minho sounded offended. 'I promised your mum that I'll look after you. I'm just keeping my word.'

You felt tears cloud your eyes and anger course through your veins. You hated fighting with Minho, so you just took a few steps back before running to her room. You wiped your tears away, feeling totally heartbroken.

Minho was your best friend since childhood. He and his family had been your support system since then, when your own family failed to be there for you. And being in a new country as a student was hard, but having him with you was a blessing. He protected you and fussed over you so much, you never had to worry about anything.

Through your tears, your thoughts wandered back to Hyunjin. He did struggle with his English a lot, but you loved his cute accent and how hard he tried just to communicate with you. He had been nothing but kind to you from the start, and so Minho's accusations just felt wrong.

The next day, Minho was still not in his best mood, but you walked to college together.

'I'll meet you after class.' he said. 'If you don't have any plans, that is.'

You just shook your head before heading towards class. Your heart pounded at the thought of seeing Hyunjin. And right as you entered the lecture hall and found your seat, Hyunjin had spotted you and was coming over.

Sitting next to you, he said, 'Hey Y/N.'

'Hi Hyunjin.'

You forgot all about Minho's warnings as Hyunjin started talking and two hours went flying by. Ans over the days, you couldn't help but fall for the guy. He was just so sweet, you were confused and you didn't really know what to do anymore.

You hated sneaking around Minho, but you couldn't shake the thought that he was being unreasonable. You had lunch with Hyunjin whenever you could, but he understood when you told him that you had to go with Minho sometimes.

You knew that Hyunjin was very fond of you from the little things that he did. Dropping your favorite chocolates on your table on his way to his seat in the middle of a crowded class, smiling cutely as you blushed. Or just sitting opposite you in the library as you studied, sketching into his book, or just watching you silently.

One day he had found you in a corner of the library, hand pressed to your mouth as you cried. Another one of your fights with your family. All the name calling and the insults had you falling deeper into self pity and such loneliness. But Hyunjin pulled you into a hug and told you that you were none of those things they called you and that you were the most precious girl in the world.

And then he kissed you, so softly. Just so soft and warm and comforting. And you had opened up to him, about your life back home and about Minho. How he had always saved you from everything. And everyone. How you felt like you owed your life to him.

Hyunjin listened as you spoke and held you as you cried. And then he told you that he wanted you to be his girlfriend, that he was crazy about you. You nod and say yes. You wanted that too. He had introduced you to his friends, Felix and Seungmin, who took you in immediately. You hated yourself for not having the courage to talk to Minho and just tell him that Hyunjin meant the world to you.

You tried. You tried to talk to Minho about Hyunjin, and every time, he left the conversation hanging. Minho had never thought he would feel this way. He had been seeing Jisoo for a while now and he was so sure that he loved her. But then there was you.

For years, he was everything to you. You turned to him for literally everything and he was incredibly possessive about you. And seeing you look at Hyunjin with heart eyes had him seething. He was jealous and more than that, so afraid of losing you. Having another man in your life, who'll protect you and get to love you in ways he had only dreamed of.

Minho knew he was being selfish, but just couldn't lose you. He was sorry, but he was also desperate. Every time he dismissed you, you left crestfallen, looking so heartbroken - it broke his own heart, but to him, losing to someone else was worse than anything else.

Hyunjin was confused as to why you never introduced him to Minho. His friends adored you, and he wished he could have such a relationship with your friends too. He did know some of the girls you hung out with in class, but wanted to know why he didn't get to meet Minho till now. So, he voiced his thoughts to you one day.

'How come we never hang out at yours?' He asked casually. 'I mean, we can always hang out with Minho. I've never met him personally, I would like to.'

'Um, sure, we just never bring anyone home...' You lied, feeling afraid all of a sudden. You knew that shoving this problem under the carpet was a short term thing. And you really didn't know what would happen if you told him that Minho didn't like him.

'I know that Jisoo visits all the time.' Hyunjin said, giving you a strange look. 'Isn't Minho seeing her? So, this about me, yeah?'

'What, no!' You said quickly.

'Whats going on, Y/N? Are you doubtful about us? Are you ashamed of me or something?' Hyunjin asked, the hurt clear on his face.

'Hyunjin, no! Oh my God!' You stood up, panicking. 'I like you so much, Jinnie... I am sure I'm in love with you... I just have things to sort out before I can-'

'Yeah? You love me? Then what's this, hm?' Hyunjin asked, folding his hands against his chest.

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment as you realize that your confession just diffused into the air. Hyunjin showed no emotion whatsoever. He just looked angry.

'I'm sorry.' You said, feeling a lump in your throat and your eyes stung with tears.

'Minho doesn't feel good about our relationship. He's been against it right from the start. I...I haven't been able to talk to him about it...I've tried, I swear, Hyunjin. He's been acting so off and I don't want to lose either of you. I grew up with him, he's done so much for me... I can't hurt his feelings.'

Hyunjin just looked like he was stabbed in his heart.

'Oh? So what about my feelings?' He asked, his voice shaking. 'What about me?'

'I'm so so sorry, Jinnie. I will talk to Minho. I will fix this ok? Please don't be mad.' You pleaded, tears now streaming down your face.

'I have nothing to say to you, Y/N. I feel like an idiot right now. You clearly chose what you want, and it's definitely not me.' Hyunjin just looked so hurt and defeated, you wished the earth would just fucking split and swallow you whole. 'I don't want to be your dirty little secret. Do you understand? I am proud to say that you're my girlfriend. If you don't feel the same way, then we can't be together anymore.'

You just stared at him. He was actually breaking up with you?

'I can't do this, ok? Whatever this is. I want you to think about your priorities, yeah?' Hyunjin's words felt like swords through your heart.

You nod, now sobbing uncontrollably. Hyunjin turned away, hiding his own tears as the girl he loved quickly picked up her things and left his apartment. Then he sat curled up on the sofa, breaking down.

Minho watched in worry as you came home in tears, going straight to your room. You locked the door and refused to come out. He sat in front of your door, heart heavy and guilt ridden. Jisoo had come over later that night, and you let her hold you, as you cried. When she got you to come out, you didn't speak or cry. You were so numb, you could hardly feel anything.

You and Hyunjin avoided each other at college. Felix gave you a sad smile when he passed you in the halls, but Seungmin glared daggers at you. One day, you were going down the stairs and Seungmin and Hyunjin were coming up. Seungmin scoffed as he saw you, and Hyunjin just pretended to not have seen you at all. You tried to hold in the tears till you reached a restroom, and hid in a cubicle for hours, crying.

By now, Minho knew something was very wrong. No matter how many times he asked, you just shook him off. You told him that you needed space. You believed that this was all your fault. Everything your family said about you was true. You weren't worth loving. You weren't worth anything.

You had trusted Minho to never ever hurt you. And he took that trust and crumbled it so bad, you were afraid this can't ever be fixed. The sad fact was that it was just your nature. You put people on a pedestal and they fucked with you all the time. It was true that you craved love and affection, something you never got from your home. Minho had taken you under his wing and more than your best friend, he had been your family.

You felt the need for his approval all the time. You had always put him first out of love, but now this had gone and destroyed the one thing you treasured so much.

A week later, things were still bad and you had the worst thoughts forming in your mind. You were going through a particularly bad session of overthinking, when Minho came into your room. He took in your shabby form and was taken aback. There were dark circles around your eyes, and your cheeks, visibly more pale.

'Wanna order pizza and watch a movie tonight? Jisoo's coming over.' He said, sitting on your bed.

'Ok' You said, not taking your eyes off the book you were reading.

'Why don't you go take a shower? I'll get things ready by then.' Minho said, hoping that you would just talk to him.

'Ok.' You said again.

'What's going on, cupcake?' Minho's old pet name for you sat heavily on her heart. 'Is this about Hyunjin? Did something happen? Please just talk to me.'

'Let's talk after the movie, yeah?' You said.

'Ok. ' Minho said, nodding. 'You know you can tell me anything, right?'

You nod. You didn't think this would change anything. Hyunjin hated you. It felt like everyone hated you.

Jisoo couldn't help but notice the tension between her boyfriend and you. She was well aware of Minho's little crush on you and that he'd been fucking with your feelings for Hyunjin for a while now. It made Jisoo so mad. She was just waiting for an opportunity to give him a piece of her mind. She really liked Minho and she was quite fond of you too. And it saddened her to see you both hurt.

A bit into the movie, your phone pinged. You checked it absentmindedly and your heart fluttered seeing Hyunjin's name in the notification.

Jinnie: Can we talk?

You felt a fresh supply of tears threatening to spring out any moment. Your eyes met Jisoo's, who gave you a kind smile.

Y/N: Ok

Jinnie: Come outside?

Y/N: Are you here?!

Jinnie: For the past 1 hour, yeah

Y/N: Give me a minute

You stood up and aaid 'I need some air. Gonna step out ok?'

'What's wrong, I'll come with you-' Minho was on his feet.

'I want to be alone, Min. Please.' You said, looking at Jisoo for help.

He was ready to protest, but Jisoo held him back.

'Go ahead, Y/N.' She said. 'Take your time.'

You stepped out and saw Hyunjin sitting on the stairs leading up to your house.

'Hyunjin.' You said softly and Hyunjin stood up, turning to look at you. It broke his heart to see you like this and he felt guilty.

'Y/N.' he didn't even know where to start. All he wanted to do was hug you.

'Everything ok?' Y/N asked, nervously. 'Were you really sitting here for an hour?'

'I was.' Hyunjin said with a shrug. 'Let's step away from the door?'

He didn't want Minho to come out and see him. He wasn't ready for a fight of any sort. Not tonight. You follow Hyunjin as he walked and stopped when he did.

'I didn't know how to do this, Y/N.' He said, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

You drew in a shaky breath and said, 'It's ok, Hyunjin. I understand. You don't have to say anything. You deserve someone better. I understand, it's not me. It's ok.'

You bite your lip to contain your sobs and wipe at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, not looking at him.

He just gives you a confused look before saying, 'What?'

'Didn't you come to tell me that you are done with me?' You asked, still not looking.

'No no no. Y/N, baby, oh my God, no!' He took quick steps to reach you, and cupped your cheeks with his hands. 'Baby, look at me.'

You do, and you don't see hate in his eyes. Instead, he is looking at you with the same love and adoration that he did before.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry for snapping at you that day. I was just so hurt, I couldn't think. It hurt me so much to think that you put Minho first.' Hyunjin said. 'I-I couldn't wrap my head around that. I didn't stop to think that he is not just a friend. I didn't even think about everything you've told me. I understand why he's so important to you, sweetheart. I do. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way. Oh my God.'

You tried your best not to cry.

'And when you told me that you love me, I threw it at your face like it was nothing.' Hyunjin's voice cracked as he said that. 'I hate myself for it. Because, I love you too. I love you so much. I just-'

You look at Hyunjin, heart racing. Did he just say that?

'I mean it, I'm in love with you, baby. I want you back. I want you in my life and I'll do anything for it. You don't have to tell him about me till you're ready. Just, just take me back?' Hyunjin's cheeks were a sweet pink, his eyes gazing longingly at you.

You couldn't think or speak. You just threw your arms around his waist, hugging him. His arms went around you immediately, burying his face in your neck. He was too tall for you, so he had to bend down to be able to do that.

'I adore you, Jinnie. I thought I lost you!' You whimpered. 'I wanted to die. I just...I couldn't think of not being with you. I love you so much.'

'I'm not going anywhere.' Hyunjin said, cupping your cheeks in his big hands. 'I'm yours.'

He kissed you, a long wet one at that. And you pulled him close to you, desperate to have him as close as you could.

Minho was restless. His eyes kept darting towards the door, anticipating your return. Jisoo had had enough, and paused the movie.

'Minnie.' she said, tapping his arm. 'We have to talk.'

'Hm?' Minho looked at her, confused.

'So, I need you to get your head outta your ass so that you think about what I'm saying, ok?' Jisoo said calmly. 'This is for your own good. And Y/N's. I know you both are childhood friends and things, but she's my friend too and she's fucking miserable.'

This had Minho's attention.

'I know that you love her Minho. And not just as a friend. That's totally ok, since you guys grew up together and she's always been there. That's all fine. But I NEED you to understand that she doesn't feel the same. She loves you, Minnie. But as her best friend. There is nothing romantic about it and if you really think there's even a little chance for her to feel something other than friendship for you, then you're in for some huge disappointment.'

Jisoo's words weren't something Minho didn't know. Yet, it hit him hard. He was selfish enough to want to try to win her over somehow.

'She is in love, Minnie. She is in love with someone and you have been really cruel with her. She is depressed and miserable because she is bent on getting your approval. She respects you and wants you to be happy for her.' Jisoo said, taking Minho's hand inher own. 'After everything she's been through, you're the only one she can really call her family. And is it fair that you are making her let go of something so precious to her?'

'How do you know all this?' Minho asked, feeling so lost.

'Because she is my friend too. So is Hyunjin. Don't take advantage of her trust and love. You're not that person. I know you're not.'

'I've never been this afraid my entire life. Seeing her want to be with someone who isn't me... that's something I never prepared myself for.' Minho said, a tear rolling down his cheek. 'Jisoo, I'm so sorry... I fucked up. I could never live with myself if she hates me... She's, she's -'

He covers his face with his hands and lets out a sob.

'What have I done?' He cried, as Jisoo rubbed his back, trying to console him.

Minho felt like he'd just failed two women he was crazy for.

Hyunjin wiped the tears off your face and gave you a tender smile.

'No more crying. Not for me, Ok?' He said. 'I'll wait, as long as it takes.'

You took his hand and said, 'Let's go meet Minho.'

'What? No, not like this.' Hyunjin said shaking his head.

'I already told him that I wanted to talk to him. It's ok. It had to happen one day. I don't want to lose you, Jinnie. I've lost enough. Not you too.'

You led Hyunjin into the house, holding his hand tightly. Minho and Jisoo stood up as they saw you. Jisoo smiled happily and Minho just looked... sad?

'Min, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Hyunjin. I know I should have done this long back. I was so afraid to disappoint you. I was lying to you and to Hyunjin and to myself... I'm so tired of this. I love him, Minho and I want to be with him. But I don't wanna lose you because of this. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do! Can't we all be happy? Can't you be happy for me?' Your voice was strained and it broke Minho's heart.

He looked at Hyunjin who looked just as miserable as you.

'Im so sorry, Y/N.' He said, eyes filling up with tears. 'I don't know what came over me. I was afraid to lose you... I was so afraid...I am such an asshole for hurting you.'

You just look at him sadly.

'Will you forgive me? Can we start over?' Minho asked, moving forward to take your hand in his and squeezing it. 'Please?'

'I love you, you idiot!' You said, hugging your best friend.

Minho gave a little laugh, letting you crush him with your hug. Hyunjin and Jisoo shared a look and smiled in relief. Letting go of Minho, you looked at Hyunjin.

'This is my best friend.' You said, giving him a big smile.

'Nice to meet you, Minho.' Hyunjin said, holding out his hand.

'And you. This could've been better.' Minho said, shaking his hand. 'I'm sorry, for everything. I hope we can put this behind us, Hyunjin.'

'I'm glad we worked it out.' Hyunjin said, smiling.

Minho and you lay on your bed, side by side. Just like you did when you were kids.

'I've always dreamed of you walking me down the aisle on my wedding day.' You said suddenly. 'Can you think of that?'

You turned your head to look at him.

'Makes perfect sense.' Minho said with a shrug. 'I would be upset if you didn't let me.'

You smiled and said, 'There wasn't another option, Minnie.'

Minho cleared his throat, feeling warm all of a sudden. He had thought that losing you to another man would destroy him. But strangely, he didn't feel too destroyed. He felt happy and relieved to see you smile after so long. And he liked Hyunjin a lot. The way he looked at you was enough for Minho to know that you were in good hands.

He was afraid that Jisoo would want to end things with him, though. He waited in silence as you kissed Hyunjin good night when his friends came to pick him up. He watched the two boys pull you into hugs, and how affectionate they were to you. After you had gone to get ready for bed, it was just him and Jisoo.

'Are we good Jisoo?' He asked in a small voice.

Jisoo looked up, frowning.

'What? Why wouldn't we be?' Jisoo asked. 'You ok?'

'Jisoo, after everything that happened today...you aren't mad?'

'Minnie, I'm so proud of you. Letting go isn't easy. When it comes to love, it's even harder. And you did the right thing today. So I'm not mad. A little jealous, maybe, but not mad. I can work on that if you promise me you'll work on it too.' Jisoo said, giving him a smile.

Minho just sighed in relief before pulling his girlfriend into a bone crushing hug.

'Thank you, baby. Thank you.' He mumbled. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, Minnie.' Jisoo said, pecking him on his lips. 'Pick me up at 8, ok?'

'Yeah, I'll be there' Minho promised.

He smiled as he thought of Jisoo.

'I can think of us in the future.' You said, breaking his thought bubble. 'You and Jisoo. Jinnie and me. Our babies. It'll be the cutest thing ever!'

Minho laughed.

'I bet it will be.'

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kafus · 5 months

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a likodot themed analysis of HZ049

hello it's been a while since my last truly longform post like this but guess who watched HZ049 today and is going absolutely fucking feral bonkers about it. it's me. and i have things to say about it of the likodot variety because if i don't get these thoughts out of my head i'll explode.

forgive me for my shipping bias because i'm not sorry. however i am slightly sorry for how messy this post ended up being my god i had a lot of thoughts but i did my best to make this at least somewhat entertaining to read and comprehensive. but it really is a long winding mess LOL. FULL OF PASSION AND ADORATION I LOVE THIS SHOW AND I LOVE LIKO AND DOT MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD

obviously there are heavy spoilers below the cut i'm going to be violently pulling apart all the scenes where these two interact and gnawing at all of it

so. first off. this episode displays massive growth in liko and dot's relationship by method of showing how much liko's behavior around gurumin has changed since these two met and since dot initially confessed to being gurumin. as we all know liko was a massive superfan of gurumin, and then when dot confessed to being gurumin... well liko's reaction was. Uh

well she was having a little bit of a crisis about it LOL. historically liko has gotten very flustered and panicked when reminded that dot is gurumin. and she has been really prone to fangirling still (ie. getting really excited about helping gurumin in HZ019 with the bakery stuff or helping gurumin with the pig town stuff in HZ036), despite knowing the person in the suit. she goes as far as to try to ignore that dot is in the suit entirely and keep them separate in her brain (shown for instance by her freaking out over seeing dot halfway in the gurumin suit in HZ039) because if she were to mentally cross those wires, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

but now in this episode, things have obviously changed a lot over time. the episode opens with a small scene that explains what dot is doing about gurumin while they are traveling on the terastal course (filming them beforehand and scheduling ahead of time lol) but liko and dot have a conversation about (a really CUTE conversation) about gurumin in the process.

do not get it twisted, liko is still very much a fan of gurumin, but this conversation is a lot more comfortable and grounded. she gets a notification about a new gurumin video and she's excited (and surprised because of the timing), but she is not panicking about it. and her first reaction to this information is to directly ask dot (with the softest expression fucking ever??) about it. this directly connects dot and gurumin together in a strong way. liko is no longer running from the fact that dot is the youtuber she looks up to, and in fact she's being pretty upfront about it.

not related to my main point, but i also just want to gush a little here about this scene more - dot reacts similarly to liko showing so much affection for her work in a similar way to how she reacted in HZ008 to liko complimenting her through the door - getting flustered about liko's genuine energy, but this time they know each other and are looking at each other face to face. liko's affectionate energy is enough to make her relent that maybe someday... she could film outside... which shows the sort of effect liko has on her. and also this becomes relevant later in the episode where dot literally does film gurumin videos outside - it's just good writing/foreshadowing lol

anyway, this continues later on when liko is the first to get worried about dot doing the battle livestream with nanjamo as gurumin instead of herself. i think if this situation had happened much earlier on, liko would have been thinking a lot more about the excitement of the idea of seeing gurumin battle in real life, but she doesn't even initially have that thought and have to backtrack, she's immediately worried about dot instead.

ironically, liko recognizing that gurumin isn't dot, as in gurumin is a mask that dot puts on instead of being representational of her true self, drives home liko's recognition of dot as gurumin even more. she understands the connection between dot and gurumin and what gurumin is to dot enough to have this concern in the first place - one roy initially doesn't understand, that is specific to liko. there is zero compartmentalization of dot being a youtuber here! liko is concerned about her friend who is an influencer, where she puts on a mask to be confident and outgoing. dot and gurumin are fully connected.

it's also worth acknowledging that liko holds the gurumin suit and is concerned about it being damaged but nothing more - unlike in HZ021 when she goes to dot's room to give her the suit after it's been washed and cleaned, and she's a little nervous and flustered about it still.

i've always talked about how there's a bit of a difference between shipping liko and dot, and liko and gurumin - not that those two sectors have zero overlap, but that to liko, gurumin and dot were usually kept so separate mentally that fans online could often be sorted into camps of being interested in the running silliness of liko's fascination and flustered behavior with the whole gurumin thing, and liko and dot's connection with each other as normal (girl)friends... liko has progressively adjusted more to dot being gurumin and has had moments where she is able to set aside her fangirl heart to be there for dot (like when she mentions dot being gurumin in her little supportive speech in HZ027), but this episode shows that in a much more drastic and meaningful way, and now those two sectors are FULLY overlapping canonically. i think it is overall a sweet and good thing for them that liko is able to see dot as a whole and directly appreciate her creative skills/work. it is obviously meaningful to dot!

TLDR;

HZ039:

HZ049:

you get the point.

NOW. onto the SECOND thing i want to talk about. the thing i've dubbed LIKODOT TELEPATHY. aka holy shit these girls understand each other without words. liko and dot understand each other on an intrinsic level and often notice when the other is worried, or pushing themselves too hard, or etc. that is EXTREMELY evident in this episode through liko's concern towards dot.

going back to the first scene before the opening theme, liko detects immediately when dot comments on roy's upbeat attitude that dot might be feeling nervous about her upcoming battle, and immediately offers reassurance.

(unfortunately i have to put aside my ramble about liko's continued lack of self esteem and her putting herself down here for another time because otherwise this post will get so off-topic and longer than it has any right to be, but you get the point. also holy shit dot saying "you don't have to fuss so much" but smiling and saying that line like she's happy to have liko fretting about her makes me CRAZY. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. BUT. coughs. ANYWAY)

then, like i mentioned earlier, liko is the first to be worried about dot in this episode. she's the first to notice dot's anxious/shutting down behavior:

the first to recognize that dot might actually walk away unhappy if she were to do her terastal exam as gurumin instead of herself:

and the first to recognize that her filming videos outside is not as genuinely upbeat and happy as it may seem:

(two quick side notes about this, i really like how the writing puts emphasis on liko's concern by contrasting roy's total lack of it multiple times - NOT that he doesn't care of course, but just that liko understands dot particularly well and is in touch with dot's feelings in a special way that roy isn't. additionally, it makes me feel crazy that dot probably got the idea to film outside from liko's affectionate encouragement in the first scene in the episode... like, she's basically trying to use liko's advice to hype herself up and get through this... of course she would!! trusting liko's words has always ended up positively for her!! liko is such a massive support for her!! and liko acknowledges herself that yeah she said that but that isn't what she meant. GOD. i'm so insane about these girls)

this is notable not only because it's very sweet that liko is so concerned about dot, but also because dot doesn't really understand this herself. she is trying so hard to put on the gurumin facade, to run away from her anxiety as far as possible, to avoid the bad. and yet despite her attempts to cover her true feelings up as much as possible, even from herself, liko sees straight through it. dot cannot mask around liko, she understands regardless, sees the parts of her she doesn't want to acknowledge.

the contrast between dot's understanding of herself and liko's understanding of her is immense. directly after dot boldly proclaims that she feels so much stronger as gurumin and happily mentions that she has nanjamo's permission to do their battle as gurumin is when liko finally confronts her. the difference in mood is startling, almost, and easily shows that contrast. i need to break down this confrontation in detail cause it makes me insane

first, liko is still too nervous to say what she wants to say, but as per usual with LIKODOT TELEPATHY (tm) dot immediately notices liko going into her polite i-don't-want-to-inconvenience-you voice and pushes for what the matter is. she can tell immediately that liko has a problem even though liko hasn't said anything yet.

liko doesn't want to rock the boat and is overly gentle with her words (once again i have to push aside my ramble about liko's confidence problems AGH) but finally speaks her piece about the situation.

i want to mention here as well, these two situations are very different, but the similarities of dot noticing liko pushing herself back in HZ027 and then liko recognizing dot pushing herself in kind... SIIIGH

dot's reaction is to stammer with MUCH less confidence than before that she wasn't forcing anything. she's taken offguard by liko's concerns, but it's evident she recognizes what liko is saying within herself and is grappling with trying to maintain her mental wall after liko has cracked it in half with her words. liko was right and saw right through her, and dot isn't sure how to handle it. she avoids eye contact and everything.

this is where i bridge my conversation about likodot telepathy into talking about dot's characterization and growth as a character, so bear with me - quaxly attempts to drive the point liko is making home by separating dot from the gurumin suit, but afterwards is... The Scene. liko tries to bring the conversation back to what they were saying before, but at this point dot is overwhelmed by quaxly's actions and feels socially/emotionally cornered and... she explodes and screams at liko.

i think it's an interesting part of her personality that she is prone to irritable/angry outbursts and yelling when she has her buttons pushed too far and i'm glad that remains consistent for her, especially because...

the last time dot yelled directly at liko like this was in HZ008. the situation is actually quite similar with dot being pushed too far into a situation she doesn't know how to handle by liko reaching out to her more than she is ready for, causing her to lash out. but some MAJOR things have changed since then - obviously, the first time was through the door before they really knew each other, before liko had even seen her face, but this time it's up close and personal and they know each other. but secondly, at the beginning of the show, dot is irritated and overwhelmed by pretty much any attempt at conversation. she has come such a long way that now she's brought to screaming by something much, much more massive, with the whole being streamed live while battling in real life thing, showing how much she has overcome since then... and not only that!! thirdly! the first time, liko was encouraging gurumin, sharing how much of a fan of gurumin she was, and now this second time, it's in reaction to liko essentially telling her "i don't think you actually want to be gurumin in this situation". point is, the amount of growth dot has had is ironically so easy to see in her screaming at liko here because of the sheer level of contrast between the two times it's happened.

by this happening again, it also gives dot the chance to recognize her own shitty behavior and apologize for yelling later even though liko (nor roy) were asking for an apology - in fact they seemed to be surprised that dot wanted to apologize in the first place, like they had forgotten all about it. i think both liko and roy are used to shrugging off some of dot's more irritable behaviors, but this time dot noticed herself that she messed up and takes that moment to say sorry, which is sweet of her and once again a moment of character growth.

considering that dot also follows this up with the statement that she will take her terastal exam as herself, the apology is also connected to it - like she recognized that what liko was saying, the thing that made her yell, ended up being true. it was liko's genuine attempt to help her. and now that she's come to that conclusion on her own, she can see that yelling was even more misguided.

and that's my final conversation topic about this episode - the fact that dot came to that conclusion on her own. yes, liko cracked the wall she was putting up and gave her that starting push, but dot went above and beyond to take that crack and then smash that wall into pieces without liko's help. which despite what it sounds like i think is extremely important for these two's dynamic moving forward.

i'm going to spare you the analysis of dot's fear of cameras, why she hides behind gurumin, as well as a breakdown of the whole part of the episode with varoom bc i'm trying to talk mostly about likodot here, but assuming you've watched the episode you know what i'm talking about. here, i'm focused on the part where liko exclaims that they have to help dot, and dot denies her help and says she wants to handle it on her own, and then from this experience she is able to conclude she wants to do her terastal exam as herself.

this is massive. for so long, liko has practically dragged dot along and held her hand through tackling new experiences... sometimes literally lol, thinking about the scene in HZ027 where liko drags dot to chase after terapagos by the arm. but anyway, on top of that, this is also different from her standing up to her mom in HZ041, which was ALSO massive, but a large part of that episode consisted of liko's interventions, and she was pushed into that situation where she really had no choice in the matter. she had to if she wanted to stay on the brave asagi which was non negotiable. but here? there was nothing stopping dot from just taking the help and running from the cameras. in fact it probably would have been much easier to do that. but she wants to prove herself, and not because she has to to get the thing she wants, but just because... she wants to. she wants to succeed on her own.

and i think that's really important in the context of not just dot herself, but likodot, because while it is very sweet of liko to constantly be pushing dot and leading her to further self understanding and more confidence, and i will always be emotional about liko essentially caring for her to the point of dot braving ending her time as a NEET, the end goal for that should always be that dot is given confidence in herself to exist as a person independently of liko's pushing, for her own sake.

i think it's also incredibly meaningful that liko saw this happen - she experienced running out to help dot like usual, and then actually having her advances denied, but not for bad reasons this time... she gets to see dot be a better version of herself and come to that conclusion liko tried to push earlier, on her own accord, in her own way.

i say all this because i want liko to be able to love dot not as a person to fix but also just... a person. i want what liko has done for her to cause dot to be a better person outside of what liko does, for herself. and i want liko to be able to love the wonderful and more confident person dot becomes as a result. do you understand. am i making sense. GAH. i am so worked up about this. i'm holding them both in my hands and shaking them violentlySJDFJFSD

god. thank you for reading if you've actually come this far. i am going to end off this messy and deranged casual "essay" with a couple of notes i wasn't sure how to fit anywhere else.

one, i think it's very nice that when roy thinks dot's in trouble, liko is sure enough in dot's intelligence and battling skills to say with great confidence that dot MUST have a plan

and TWO, AHHHH I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE AHHHH AHHHHHH WE ARE GOING TO GET EVEN MORE DOT CHARACTERIZATION AND GROWTH AND SHE'S GOING TO FACE HER MENTOR FIGURE HOW AM I GOING TO HANDLE IT AFTER ALREADY WRITING THIS MUCH ABOUT THE FIRST EPISODE IN THIS TWO-PARTER AND ALSO WHAT WAS THIS GAY SHIT IN THE EPISODE PREVIEW AHHHH AHHH

thank you for coming to my ted talk. goodnight tri state area

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Hi mei <3 I hope you're doing lovely.

I am absolutely in love with your insecure reader drabble as someone completely insecure because of past experiences and people being very judgmental to anyone who looks different, smells different (from air freshener), etc so it's really hard not to be insecure.

Which got me to think of perhaps an insecure!f!reader who hasn't gotten to shower, because she always showers before they play out of pure fear of Eddie thinking she's gross or something, so when he comes home from works and wants to fool around a bit, mainly just eat her out but anything else would be fine too. And so she's trying not to feel guilty about not freshening up for him and he's asking what's wrong. She explains it's just a really bad day and she's self conscious about her discharge and doesn't want him to feel like he has to do something that gross with her because she knows she hasn't freshened up and so he comforts her - tells her it's completely normal and okay.

pussy is pussy is pussy to this man a day of sweat will not change that.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Eddie's handsy after you get home from work, he always is. By now you should expect it, but typically he's out at his own shift, giving you time to shower before he gets home. When his van pulls up next to your car and crunches leaves beneath its tires, you try feigning excitement.

"Eddie," You gush, stomach tensing as he squeezes your waist. He knocks his nose into yours, scrunching his eyes in delight.

"Hi, pretty," He croons, hands already wrapping around your waist and sinking lower to squeeze at your ass, "I got off early today. Sooo, that should give us, like, thirty more minutes to-"

"Wash the sheets," You pat his chest, "We need to wash the sheets."

"Let's wash the sheets after we fool around," He's practically giggling like a schoolgirl, "No use in putting fresh ones on just to stain 'em."

There's no wrestling his hands away from your ass now, and you have to admit an orgasm would surely fix some of the pent up frustration you'd been feeling from work. But the thought of Eddie changing his mind once he realizes you aren't as fresh as you usually are is a haunting one, and it strikes fear into your heart.

"Okay," You relent with a sheepish grin, "Okay, you win. We'll fuck. Lemme just pee first, 'kay?"

You're not really in need of the toilet, rather the pack of baby wipes you keep beside it. Maybe if you give yourself a quick wipedown it'll block whatever sweaty scent you're sure is between your thighs.

"Nooo," Eddie whines, keeping his grip tight on your hand, "You're supposed to pee after. Can't you just hold it?"

"I need to pee now," You lie, laughing at his protests, "Can't you just let me take five minutes in there?"

"I'll be quick, baby, like, ten minutes! I just wanna taste you," He pleads, leaning in to kiss your bottom lip in a gesture that ultimately breaks you down.

"I don't think I taste very good right now," You warn, letting him drag you to the bedroom.

"I bet you taste like pussy," Eddie grins wolfishly as he pushes you back over the mattress. You bounce slightly after landing, and before you're fully settled he's already between your thighs, "That's I left work early," He admits, face nestled between your legs and nose pressed to your clothed clit. He lets out a groan, nuzzling his face further into your panties, "So that you wouldn't have time to shower and wash it all away. So fuckin' tired of eating soap," He mouths messily at your cunt, soaking your underwear with his drool, "I want pussy!"

He only drags himself back to tug the waistband of your panties down, nearly ripping them off in his eagerness to get started. He licks a long stripe up your slit, tongue flat and wet to your skin. "And that," He grunts, eyes fluttering shut as he goes back for more, "Is pussy."

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queerponcho · 7 months

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Transfixed | part 5

previous part | part 6

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: ahhhhhh i havent updated this fic in over a week!! i am so sorry lmao. Went skiing and had a lil meltdown but I am back and i will try and be more frequent with my posting i promise<3 thank you guys so much for engaging with the past parts and i've added so many new names to my taglist which is extremely exciting!! thanks lovies. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, making out, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, Jake being a menace <- this part only features Jake, Marc simping HARD, Steven being a cutie as always, spanish (without translations), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: you're finally locking lips with your mysterious date in this one;) Jake makes sure you get home safe and you find out some things about him that you're not sure how to feel about. You get home at around 4 am in the morning...safely? let's hope so...

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Your nose brushing against him and his grazing your left cheek. You let out a soft wavering breath and you look into his eyes. They were darker than before, you would recognise that look from any distance and you know that this wasn’t Marc nor was it Steven, this was Jake. You were certain of it.

He speaks up, only confirming your suspicion

‘¿Me dejas besarte, hermosa?’ he lowly asks you for a kiss. Without answering you almost magnetically move towards him. Your noses craze each-others and both of your hands move towards his face, cupping it gingerly. Jake watches you, mouth slightly agape, awaiting your move. ‘Humanidad’ playing in the back, the moment was utterly perfect. Finally, your lips touch, making a flame erupt in your heart. You part away after a soft loving peck and see him waiting with his eyes closed, his lips ready for another as you exhale amusedly and press your lips to his once more. This time a bit less patient, your hands tug him toward you, you feel his hands cover yours at the sides of his face. He then moves his hands to your face, cupping yours and caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs. You move yours to the back of his head and you thread your fingers through his beautiful curls.

He feels your tongue brushing over his lower lip, asking for entrance and he eagerly grants it. Your tongues meet in a soft dance, not unlike the one you’d just shared moments before. He pulls away regrettably, needing to catch a breath. You both keep your hands in the same position as before, you’re leaning on him completely and he stands as steadily as ever, completely unfazed as you rest your body against his. ‘Hi Jake’ you practically whisper, afraid to break the peaceful atmosphere. ‘Hola amor’ He speaks as if he were holding back a burst of emotion. ‘Didn’t think you’d show tonight’ you say while brushing stray curls back, behind his ears. His hands move to clutch you toward him by your back, caressing the middle of it softly. ‘Ay bebé i’m always watching, could’t let them have all the fun. Been waiting for you for too long to sit back and watch as they make you giggle and fluster.’ you suddenly remember something very important and back away abruptly from the loving embrace ‘Them! Marc and Steven- Y-you have to explain- you’re fronting right now. They’re gonna know you were here- I can’t- won’t lie to them. I can’t stand lying and even less so to them.’

After pacing, you stand your ground and look at him intensely, making sure he understands you are very serious about this. He moves toward you, with his hand extended to you, inviting you to take it and you do. He holds your hand in his and leads you towards the sofa. You sit down together, facing each other, grabbing a pillow to hug, grounding yourself. ‘I’m gonna tell them, I'll talk to them tonight. I didn’t plan on it happening like this, I was going to wait a little longer to be completely sure everything was taken care of and they’d be safe…but well-’ ‘well what?’ ‘I- I really couldn’t let either of them beat me to it.’ he says and you see his chest and ears flush red as he looks at you. ‘Beat you to what, Jake’ He moves closer so your legs touch and he cups your face once again. ‘to kissing you, cariño’ his proximity makes it hard to really comprehend what he’s saying. You move in to join your lips again but before yours can touch his, you pull away, placing your hand in the middle of his chest. ‘You’re telling me you are possibly putting them in danger because you wanted to ‘kiss me first?’’ you ask incredulously. You don’t know what kind of danger this could be, but from what little you knew about Jake it couldn't be good. Jake always seemed very secretive and there was a certain urgency towards his actions. So this danger must be pretty severe if it’s kept him from meeting his brothers for so long just to protect them. ‘Nena, don’t say it like that- you make me sound like an idiot.’ ‘well- maybe you are!’ you exclaim and try hard to look stern when you feel a slight smile tug at the corners of your lips. He really risked all that…just to kiss you? Your heart skipped a beat at the thought and you pause when he smiles at you, as if amused that you’d d insulted him. ‘Tesoro, I promise they're going to be fine, I’ll fix it. I always do…’ You want him to elaborate but you trust him. You know that this is all insane and complicated. You haven’t known them for long but you’ve had intense encounters with each of them. Feeling closer to them than you have to anyone ever before, getting to know them little by little felt like a treasure hunt, filled with happy moments you were meant to find on your way to the long awaited treasure.

Realising that it was already after midnight, Jake makes quick work of the dishes while you tell him more about the library, things like how long you’ve gone there and what it means to you. He can’t help but smile while listening to you talk about something you love as much as the library. You tell him many stories which include the orange cat “barry” the library owners had bought not too long ago.

Clearly you love that kitten, making Jake wonder if you wanted one of your own…maybe he could buy one for you one day. But what colour should he get? Would you also want an orange one or maybe a black one…oh black ones are cool, so mysterious- ‘Jake..? what are you thinking about?’ you have stood up from your chair on the other side of the kitchen island, watching him wash the dishes. The way his back moved and his folded up sleeves stretching over his arms was already enough to get your motor running but the mere fact that he was washing the dishes and drying each dish as he went…had you almost shaking with desire. ‘Oh nothin', chula- just thinking…’ he finishes drying the lasagna-dish and dries his hands on the towel. He leans back against the sink and tosses the towel on the kitchen island.

‘...are you thinking about Marc and Steven? About what you’re gonna tell them?’ you ask hoping to find out more about what's gonna happen as soon as you leave. He already explained that he can’t let any of the other two front right now, because they’d probably freak out and want you to explain. He needs to explain it by himself to be fully honest with them. ‘Ya sabes, I'll tell em' about…well, me…I think that would be a good start.’ you watch as his lips move into a tense line and you decide not to pry any further. It's their business after all…you pride yourself in not being nosy or very into gossip…although, admittedly it always was fun to talk shit about people.

You glance at the clock behind Jake and notice the large pointer nearing two AM. ‘I really should get going- I think there’s a bus-stop not too far from here I ca-’ he puts his hand on your waist and you stop your scrambling and stay put. ‘Muñeca, you don’t seriously think I’ll let you walk home at two in the morning do you?’ before you can start talking he answers his own question ‘-no. No you won’t. I’m drivin’ you home in my car.’ He places a quick kiss to your lips and lets go of your waist, grabs his cap, keys and leather gloves. Meanwhile you stand there still dazed from the casual quick kiss and watch him slide on the stretchy leather over his thick fingers and apply your entire concentration, to not climb him like a tree. He looks up and sees you staring, he chuckles to himself and turns around to collect your bag and coat. ‘Put on your pretty shoes and let's get a move on’. You do as he says, only partially annoyed by how easy it was to follow his orders.

You slip on your boots and put on your coat. He opens the door for you and locks it behind you, that’s when you notice he is still carrying your purse and doesn't intend to let it go anytime soon. You smile to yourself, and head down to the main entrance. It's raining outside and he moves you away from the street, keeping you underneath the partially covered part of the street, as he gets entirely soaked. You walk a few blocks when he takes a turn and unlocks a garage attached to a pretty unassuming building. He opens it to reveal the sexiest car you’ve ever laid eyes on. It was black and shiny and absolutely spotless.

He can’t help himself, you look so beautiful ogling his car and standing there soaked…your tights were completely see-through and the beige sweater clung to your body like second skin. He feels saliva gathering at the corners of his mouth when he snaps out of it and takes your hand, leading you into the garage. You slowly walk into the dimly lit, grey room and he opens the door for you.

Jake was very particular about his car and who got to be in it, he insisted on them being clean and without question, dry. At least usually he‘d care abt that, not right now though. All he needed to know was that you were safe. He drives out of the garage and makes quick work of locking it before driving to your place. You’re driving for a bit when you realise something, ‘Wait, I haven’t told you where I live…h-how are you going the right way?’ you ask in a distressed tone.

Now this was a fair question, since there really was kind of a bad reason as to why he knew where to drive…He had already once visited your apartment building. Not in a creepy, stalkery way…but also not, not in a creepy way? Ever since he first met you in the library, he would sometimes drive there and smoke a cigarette between clients. He would see your lights on and feel a sense of calm. That's how he knew that you were safe. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you…he just knew that you needed to be safe, that you were important somehow. So he kept you safe, in the only ways he knew. He rasps his throat ‘I-I read the message you sent Steven, where you mentioned your address.’ he lied. He had to, to make sure everyone was safe. He can’t tell you, at least not yet, not until you know more…

‘Oh, right, right- I forgot about that.’ he comes to a halt and you look outside to see your building. ‘Oh wow, th-that was so fast.’ Jake chuckles at your astonishment and exits the vehicle, making his way over to your side. He opens your door and holds out his hand for you, to help you get out of the car. He pulls you out and you end up pressed against him, your wet clothes stick to each other and you feel breathless at the smell of him and how close he is. ‘I hope you had a good time tonight, tesoro’ He strokes your jaw and palms your cheek softly. You nuzzle his hand and open your mouth to answer ‘I- I did…I enjoyed all of it, all of you. Please tell them that tonight, tell them th-that my heart grew like ten sizes because of tonight. I don’t know much about you all…but I know you have one thing in common’ you say while stroking the nape of his neck. ‘What's that hermosa?’ he says leaning closer ‘you all care so much, I feel so safe with all of you...thank you’ you say with a flushed face and watch his face harden. Jake doesn’t think he deserves your sweet words, as you said, you don’t know him. He doesn’t react to your compliments and opts for something sweeter than awkward silence and leans into you, capturing your lips in a long and tender kiss.

You moan into his mouth and he grabs your hips tighter, pulling you closer, moving you between his thighs, fully resting his weight on the hood of his car. Somehow you don't feel the uncomfortable sensation of the wet clothes sticking to you. Purely enjoying his lips and tongue moving against yours, practically savouring you like an expensive wine. He moves his hand to grab your ass and pulls you further towards him, making you very aware of his growing arousal when you feel it poking your thigh. You're brought back from your daze when you feel yourself wanting to grind against him on the streets of London. You pull back and he follows your lips with his, pulling you even further towards him. You turn your head away and giggle ‘Ja-Jake stop it’ you keep laughing as he kisses your neck teasingly.

He stops and softly holds onto your elbows as he sits back down on the hood of his car. Your breathing calms down and you look into his eyes leaning into him again, hugging him and giving him a quick peck. ‘Would you consider giving me my purse back now?’ ‘Of course, chiquita...But what will I get in return, ah?’ he brushes his nose against your neck and kisses it once, wetly. You shudder and pull away completely feeling your face burn under his watchful gaze. You open his side of the car and grab your purse, which was placed neatly on the driver's seat. You put on your bag and walk towards your front door, he follows you and you both come to a halt at the top of the short flight of stairs. ‘Thank you for driving me home, Jake.’ you lean up and give him a soft, slow kiss on the lips. You pull away to see him with his eyes closed, opening them slowly. ‘...Best reward there is’ he swoons, referring to his previous comment. He takes a step backwards, going down the stairs but keeps his eyes glued to you. Watching as you make your way into your building and he feels content once again, knowing you're safe.

You make your way into your apartment, not noticing your clothes dripping all over the floor. You replay all of the moments from this evening in your head and can’t stop yourself from breaking into a huge grin. You chuckle to yourself and feel your heart almost beat out of your chest at the memories flooding your head in huge waves. All the spots they touched on your body flaring up with heat. All of it comes to a stop when you see a white blur from the corner of your eye. Your breath hitches when you hear music playing and see the window open, suddenly very aware that you‘re not alone…

a/n: uh-ohh who is in your apartment and what do they want with you? In the next chapter you find out the true plot of this story and how important the reader actually is in said plot...I hope ya'll liked this chapter and as alwaysw if you did enjoy it, please like / comment / reblog / follow.

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aetlasx · 25 days

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prologue

pair: eddie munson x witch!reader

summary: Ah, memories. You journal your first day of high school, but things quickly take a turn just a few weeks later.

tw: menstruation, pad/tampons, bullying, name calling (pls lmk if there’s anything I missed)

a/n: just stick with me lol. he’ll be in the first part. Also, this is an AU!! For spooky season!! thank you so much for reading!!

*the chat font is the diary entry and it goes back to normal at the end*

August 22nd, 1983 It's been a few months since i've written in this thing. I thought it'd be a good time to start now since I finally made it to high school!

You know what that means? Four more years till I leave this shithole!! Better than five. June was actually waiting by the door when I got home, she really wanted to hear every detail of how it went. I told her about my classes, I have Jonathan in two and Nancy in several. I told her how the school and people were so different from anything I was used to. But, it doesn't take her long to find something wrong with the way I think. She started with her usual warnings and advice, all the things I need to avoid, all the mistakes I shouldn't make. I know she's just trying to protect me, but it feels like she can never have trust in her little sister.

On the other hand, at least Teddy asked if I had fun. He's always been the one who knows how to lighten the mood, especially knowing how his wife is. He asked about my teachers and any clubs that looked cool enough to join. He even asked about Jonathan and Nancy.

Jonathan was definitely not as excited as me. He's quite, but he's always been that way.I know that his mom was excited for his first day of high school, she even convinced him to bring his camera. Right now, I'm trying to convince him to join the newspaper but he just shrugs me off. And Nancy, well, although it's been one–girl is practically glow. Within just 8 hours of the school day, she was able to meet a boy. She kept gushing about him and is pretty excited for the rest of the school year here. I'm genuinely happy for her.

Before June could add her two cents, I interrupted her with how I stopped by Aunt Claudia's after school to see how Dustin's day went. He was already sprawled out on the couch, 'exhausted' from fighting with his new math teacher. It had been a bit since I had seen them, I slaved away my summer at my job so stopping by, I felt grateful that they weren't even mad. I'll have to start hanging out with him again.

Anyways, I’m determined to make the most of freshman year with my friends. I’m ready to prove that I’m more than just a product of this stupid town.

Wish me luck!!

September 16th, 1983

I think I lied. I don’t know where to start…but a four year wait is too long. I don’t know where it all went wrong but it started over the weekend.

Sometimes I’d like to think that if my mom was still around, this wouldn’t have happened. Hell, June is like my mom, why did it happen. I’m talking about mother nature’s gift. It seemed as though no on thought to inform me that a girls first period would be this chaotic.

Nance and I had a movie night planned. I hadn’t really talked to her much, only in class, because her new boy toy or whatever—Steve Harrington, was taking up most of her time. I thought this would be a good time to just catch up and gossip, I was wrong. That Friday was horrible. I ended up throwing up, getting the chills, my body ached to no end. But I was still determined to make movie night happen, especially since June and Teddy were gone for the weekend.

As I was dying on the couch, Nancy finally showed up. But to my disappointment, it was only to cancel. Her and Steve were going out on their first date. I don’t know if it was how hot I was feeling or my intestines twisting, but black spots started clouding my vision. I just remember her screaming for Steve and once I knew it, I woke up in the hospital.

What I’m about to write, I’ll say with confidentiality…probably because I’m the only one reading this. Whatever.

A period is probably normal for all females. What’s not normal is having to go to the hospital and having your best friend’s boyfriend make fun of you because the doctor called you a late bloomer. I mean, she apologized but, if I could’ve just died on that bed, I wouldn’t be here.

Even June lectured me when I interrupted her weekend getaway. The whole ride home she kept complaining and saying ‘how could I not know’ and ‘you just gave us another unnecessary bill’. Like, sorry my baby’s natural response has ruined something for you.

Fuck. That’s not even the worst part. When Monday came back around, everyone was looking at me when I walked in. I know how cliche it sounds after what had just happened but knowing how popular Harrington was and who his friends were, he had already told the whole school by now. During gym, Carol and a few other girls threw pads and tampons at me. I got called ‘Bloody Mary’ and ‘Leak Freak’ in the hallways, at lunch, and anytime anyone had the chance. I tried to stay strong, I even hoped Nancy would say something to me during class or at least when she saw me but she just looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It’s just hard to believe that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. We were making fun of our teacher, gossiping with Barb, and even went shopping but I guess things change. Now when I look at her I’m just consumed with rage.

Jonathan has been supportive, though. The evening I got out of the hospital, he had actually brought over some of my favorite snacks and listened to me cry all night. Even when the mocking was bad, he’s stuck by my side. He’s told some kids to fuck off, walks me to class, and I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong but knowing that I have to wake up and go through it again doesn’t really ease my pain.

I feel like my chances of making friends and actually joining some clubs are ruined. When I try talking to some new, they give me dirty looks. When I go to ask about different clubs, they turn me away. I’ve lost hope. Thought this was suppose to be a fresh start but I guess not.

And just to add more salt to the wound, I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift to away, I’m met with such an unsettling environment. The atmosphere is thick, groggy, red. It’s coated in fog, but a man I’ve never seen before always walks through it. He says his name is Henry, he starts talking about my worries and pain. It’s always the same—he says he’s ‘there to help me’, he’s there to ‘take away the pain because he knows what it’s like’. I truly don’t know what has caused my subconscious to create things like this but I guess I’m just tired of feeling like shit.

I don’t even know why I bother keeping a journal around. Sometimes I feel like I won’t even be here in the future to reminisce on the shitty days like this. Why would I even? I guess it’s just easier to write these things down than having to say them out loud. I thought I’d be able to make my sister, aunt, cousin, and friends proud, but I’m starting to think I’m just not cut out for this.

Closing the diary, the blonde places it back in the shoebox you hid it in. Pushing it back under your bed, standing from the place he sat. A satisfied smirk on his face.

He’d been following your turmoil closely, knowing that this was just the turning point. Your struggles were feeding into his plans. This entry was straw that broke the camels back—your vulnerabilities, your fears, and your desperations. It was almost too easy.

“Your suffering is almost poetic,” Henry said to himself, walking out of your room, your house, determined to take action now. He planned to finally confront you, to force you to acknowledge the full extent of what your destiny could be with his help—with what he had to offer.

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𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝 - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader, lovertober entry i

genre: non!idol au, office!au, fluff, office romance, slice of life, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), slow burn??

wc: 5.8k

warnings: suggestive, making out, will they/won't they type shit, language, lots of jype idols, vague business (don't come after me i'm in med courses), BLONDE CHAN, miscommunication

a/n: here is the first lovertober entry! releasing this one in honor of chan's birthday. happy birthday, channie! <33

lovertober entries will not be coming out as fast as the bewitched series did. i have a lot on my plate, and these are longer. please be patient. thank you! <3

you took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs not helping as much as it should've. the building you were about to walk into was huge, boasting many stories and definitely was even larger on the inside. if you squinted, you could barely make out shapes of an enormous lobby, built with high ceilings and many elevators.

holy shit, you were going to get so lost.

you repeated affirmations to essentially calm yourself down. you had been chosen specifically for this job by the chairman himself. he'd stopped in for your interview, and personally taken a liking to you. you were strong! you had this in the bag, definitely.

you walked through the door, marveling at the sight of the building. it was modern and architecturally genius and unique, the colors and structure blending so well. you walked across the tiled floor, your shoes clicking against it uncomfortably loud. some people were staring, having never seen you in their life. when you rang the bell at the front desk, a head popped out from the back, looking you up and down before her lips turned upward, blossoming into a beautiful smile.

"you're the new hire, yes? oh, we've been so excited to meet you!" she outstretched a hand, shaking yours elegantly. "my name is chaeryeong. you'll be seeing me a lot. the front desk is my domain, you could say."

you smiled. so far, everyone you'd seen in this company was the epitome of drop-dead gorgeous, and chaeryeong was no exception. if there was something in the air, you were happy to be working here.

"it's your first day, right?" chaeryeong asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. after you nodded, she walked over to her desk and pressed a small button, connecting her to the intercom.

"what is it, chaer?" a lower, masculine voice spoke from the small speaker. "do you need anything?"

"i do, yes." she replied, still very amiable but much more formal. "can you come get our new hire and introduce them to the president? he was the one who requested them to be hired, after all."

"um...i'll try." the voice said, a bit hesitantly. "the chairman's been working him to the bone, so he's in a bit of a mood. point fingers if he tries to pin the blame on us for scaring the new hire away."

chaeryeong laughed softly, saying a quick goodbye before turning it off.

"alright, the president's secretary is coming down to get you. he's a real sweetheart, so he'll be your cushion before meeting the man in charge."

you nodded, trying to process what you'd heard on the intercom. you really hoped your boss wasn't rude. you weren't one to believe claims without proof. on the contrary, you quite disliked ill-mannered people.

after chatting amicably with chaeryong for a little bit, your conversation was interrupted by a soft "ahem". you turned your head to see another person standing there with a small smile.

he was tall and well-built, with a relaxed air about him. his tousled brown hair was perfectly styled, and he looked to be in his early thirties.

"i've heard so much about you, yn." he began running a hand through his hair. "lily, your interviewer, was absolutely gushing about you, saying you were the one. i honestly couldn't tell if she meant it in a business way or a romantic one. you seriously charmed her."

you laughed, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

"that's nice to hear," you replied to his words of praise. "who are you? you seem so familiar, i'm pretty sure i've seen you on the news or something."

he sighed.

"yes, you most likely have. i'm junho, the president's secretary. my hiring was all over the news because it was very controversial. many aren't used to male secretaries." his identity clicked like two puzzle pieces snapping into place.

"oh...oh! lee junho, that's who you are!" you exclaimed, and he chuckled. "i always thought you were so brave. secretarial gender roles have been in place for so long, i'm happy they're finally starting to be broken." you saw how his cheeks turned the slightest bit redder from the compliment, eliciting a grin out of you.

"thank you, that really means a lot." he motioned in the direction of the elevators. "shall we go, then? you have a lot of orientation to go through, but you've been directed to meet the president first. so just come with me."

once you got into the elevator, which had many floors to pass, junho explained to you the hierarchy of this certain workplace.

"each division of our company has it's own name and unit, it's very interesting. the company itself is owned by the chairman, j.y. park, but he just goes by jyp. the president is very private and he likes to introduce himself, so...i'll just move on. the vice president, jihyo, is very kind but she's got an iron fist when it comes to work. she's really a lovely lady who's fought for her position and deserves it wholeheartedly." as junho explained, your interest in this mysterious president grew more and more. "the big positions of power are referred to as skz. there's like seven of them if you don't include the president. the pr team are so amazing as well, they go by misamo. it was really odd, one of our new hires said they were 'mothering'? i think that's a good thing, though."

eventually, the elevator reached the top floor. you took a deep breath, mirroring the one you inhaled before you entered. at the end of the long hallway were two large doors, and a quiet conversation could be heard, although it was unintelligible.

"may i come in?" junho called, knocking on the door.

"no." a male voice said, almost instantly after junho asked. "we're busy."

"respectfully, sir...be quiet. you may come in, junho. we just finished our conversation." a new voice replied, female and with authority.

"i could fire you with just a snap of my fingers." the first voice hissed, eliciting an incredulous laugh from the woman.

"please, be rational. you know your company can't function without me." the man went silent, meaning this woman was correct.

the doors opened to an expensive office. not only was it absolutely enormous, it was furnished incredibly well. on one side there was a large mahogany desk covered in papers and writing utensils. a laptop sat on the side, haphazardly teetering on the edge. you wanted to push it more onto the desk. behind the desk was a beautiful bookcase taking up the entire wall, sporting both business books and classic literature. on the other side was a sitting area in front of a windowed wall that allowed the viewer to marvel at the sight of the bustling city from above.

there were three people in different areas of the room. you observed and took notes on each one. two men, one woman.

the woman had long black hair that cascaded down her shoulder in perfect waves. she held a cup, which with closer observation you determined was filled by some sort of smoothie. when you came in, she smiled warmly at you. judging by how she held herself and the authority that radiated from every bone in her body, this was definitely the vice president, jihyo.

sitting in a chair near the president's desk was one of the two men. he didn't even noticed you and junho's arrival, as he was much too preoccupied with looking at...cat pictures? when he noticed your imploring gaze, he showed you his phone.

"these are my cats. aren't they lovely?"

this man was a little odd. but what he lacked in normality (which was such a vague word already) he made up for in attractiveness, because unashamedly you'd admit he was sexy as hell. he was lean, with unreachable beauty and neatly styled hair that was almost some sort of burgundy shade. he looked like he could be a heartthrob with those visuals. but he was not the man who'd turned junho away, so you determined he was not the president.

you nudged junho slightly. "who's he?"

"minho. he's the chief operating officer. he seems cold at first, but he's great. he's also the president's closest friend. him and jihyo are really the only ones who can even attempt to influence the guy and succeed."

"junho, please stop talking about me as if i'm not in the room. i'm not deaf." the voice from before came from the man standing at the window. this was the one who'd been talking before, with his embarrassingly attractive australian accent. then he turned around, and your voice died in your throat.

he had wispy blonde hair with slight curls, and beautiful dark eyes. his face looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. he was wearing a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, so that everyone could see his toned forearms. he matched this with ebony slacks and black leather shoes. from where he stood, the light scent of his cologne wafted into your nostrils and you swore you felt dizzy.

was this really your boss?

"is this the new hire? the one the chairman was raving about?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"yes, sir. you requested them to be hired, too. remember?"

when junho confirmed this information, he turned around, his piercing gaze fixing on you.

"i hope you're feeling eternally grateful. most people start at the bottom. you see, this company is like a ladder. most people have to pull themselves up rung by rung until the skin on their hands is calloused and bruised. that's how i got here, that's how jihyo got here, and that's how everybody else at this damn company got to where they are now." his words were cold. "and today, you start your very first day as an executive assistant. completely skipping over the ladder and landing at the top. do not assume this means you have privilege, because the moment you slip up, you're out."

although his words were harsh, each vowel and consonant dripping with venom, they made sense.

"i understand, sir." you replied.

"good. i don't think i'd be able to operate with an idiot masquerading as my assistant."

the moment those words left his mouth, a strong sense of dislike grew in your bones, inching up to your brain. was he taking you for an idiot? it was already amazing enough of the feat you’d accomplished.

“sir, if i may—“ you began, but minho cut you off.

“choose your next words carefully, please. he’s like a beast when he gets mad.”

you sighed, remaining composed to the best of your abilities.

“i’d appreciate it if you did not speak so rashly about my position as your assistant. the person who approved my appointment was the chairman himself, and he had every right to put me at the bottom of the ladder, where i would’ve put in my all to climb to the top anyways.” you spoke firmly, precisely.

“is that all?” the president spoke. jihyo gave him a warning look. it was funny. she was merely the vice president yet held so much power over him. he looked back at her, gritting his teeth.

"one more thing, and then i will be done. what's your name? i can't keep referring to you as 'the president' in my head."

he let out a chuckle.

"it's christopher. christopher bahng." he looked you up and down, his lips curling into a smirk. "i think i'm going to like you."

you were not going to like him.

...

as the hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks, you settled into your new job. however, your dislike for your boss only grew with each passing moment. he rarely ever talked to you. the only times he did were to critique your performances and bark new orders. it was absolutely insufferable.

"did you call a car?" he asked as you followed him out of the hotel. he walked quickly, you almost had to jog to keep up with him. even the back of his head was annoying, with his...beautiful hair...ugh! that was one of the most annoying things about christopher fucking bahng - his stupid hair on his stupid head with his stupidly handsome face. why'd such a lovely appearance have to be paired with such an awful personality? god had definitely been giggling as he made the guy.

"yes, mr. bahng. it'll be here any second. we'll be at the airport at 10:53am, as the morning traffic thins." you replied almost robotically. you kept these thoughts to yourself. it wasn't worth it, bad-mouthing your boss, with the type of salary you were receiving.

"good. you're getting better." he said slyly. you squinted at him.

"getting better at what, may i ask? i think i've excelled at this job from the beginning, sir. you picked me yourself."

"-from a lineup of assistants just as qualified as you. calm down. you are talented yes, but you are not special." you bit your tongue, clenching your fist to keep yourself from swinging it at his perfect cheekbones. "you're getting better at following my instructions. you've got a sharp tongue, but at least you're polite about it. do you really want to know why i picked you?"

"enlighten me, bahng." you said, in an irritated tone you probably should not have used towards your boss. thankfully, it really only made him let out a low chuckle, biting his full bottom lip.

"i'd found myself in a sticky situation. narrowing executive assistant candidates down to four or five was already enough of a task in itself, because every single person on that goddamn list was extremely qualified. and then, i got to your portfolio. there was something about the way you stared at the camera in your photo. it was so...intriguing, i wanted to learn about everything. what makes you happy, what ticks you off, every little thing."

you raised an eyebrow.

"you sound like you want to fuck me or something." the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and chris basically roared with laughter.

"there is no way you just said that to your boss." he said in between gasps of breath. "please remember even if we aren't the office, this is still a professional relationship."

and then he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear.

"and who knows, maybe i do? wait and see." your cheeks heated significantly at his comment. as he noticed this, he laughed again. "you're so fun to play with."

you huffed at his comment, tuning him out when you spotted something in your peripheral. it was an old lady, crossing the road with shaky legs as she leaned for dear life onto her cane. she leaned a little too far, the cane giving out. the poor lady tumbled to the ground. chris noticed this too.

"stay here." he handed you his things and rushed over to the lady, helping her up and reaching an arm around her protectively. you watched in awe as he helped her gently across the street, before, kneeling down and looking up at her.

"are you okay, ma'am? that was quite a fall." he said softly. "are you hurt?"

the elderly woman blushed at his comment.

"such a gentleman! i almost didn't think kids like you had respect anymore." she cooed, smiling widely at chris. "i think i scraped my knee a bit. do you have a bandage or something like that, boy?"

he nods.

"yes, my assistant has a first aid kit. yn, can you get it out?" you'd never seen this side of him. was this who he was under that awful exterior? you reached into your bag, looking around until you found the first aid kit. you knelt down beside chris, carefully applying the band-aid over the woman's knee. when you finished, she gave you a big kiss on the cheek before hobbling away.

after she left, the sleek black car you'd called for chris pulled up, and he got inside. as you went to close his door and sit in the shotgun seat, he pulled you into the back. you sat there, pressed into his side. if it was affecting him, he clearly wasn't showing it.

"i, um, didn't know you had that side of you." you said quietly. your boss turned to look at you.

"i just see no need to act like that at work. see, i believe giving somebody respect is the highest blessing you could ever be gifted. i always try to give that to people."

"then why don't you try to act like that at work? junho is older than you, and so is jihyo." you asked. chris sighed.

"work doesn't really count to me. sometimes, kindness doesn't equate to business. this business is cutthroat and if you're sweet and soft, people will take advantage of you. it's sad, yet true." he said firmly, before adding in a softer voice. "i don't love acting like that, though. i feel really bad."

and yet, that was your first implication that there was a heart in christopher bahng's body. a truly beautiful heart it was, like a rose with blooming petals of scarlet and maroon. it was just too far underneath the thorns for some people, including you, to see. and you were determined to scrounge through your things to find a clipper.

while your boss was out meeting with jihyo, you sat in one of the plush sitting chairs, legs crossed, a copy of fyodor dostoyevsky's crime and punishment in your lap. the harrowing tale of raskolnikov's crimes and his fucked-up family bored you out of your mind, but it was the only book in chris' library that you'd actually read. it was pouring rain outside, adding a gentle atmosphere to the room.

chris slammed the door behind him as he entered, obviously annoyed. behind him, junho shot you a sympathetic look.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" chris snapped. you looked up at him, bored, before flipping the page. "i assigned you a whole bunch of shit to do!"

"and it's done." you replied solemnly. chris sighed, slumping into the seat across from you, resting his head in his hands. after a little while, he peeked through his fingers to stare at you.

"is it actually?" when he realized you were telling the truth, a smile stretched across his face. god, he had dimples?!

"yeah, i couldn't sleep last night, so i pulled an all-nighter and finished it all. now i'm just reading this boring-ass book. it's got a good plot, though." you were rambling, probably a result of your tired brain having trouble functioning. "it's very interesting to me how dostoyevsky portrays the gradual loss of raskolnikov's sanity."

chris quirked an eyebrow. all of a sudden, he turned to junho, who wore a worried expression upon his face. chris’ face was unreadable, before he finally spoke up.

"junho, make sure nobody comes in here for the rest of the day." he ordered. junho scribbled this down.

"sir, what are you thinking- what if jihyo or minho or hell - even the chairman comes? you're not thinking this through. act rationally."

"nobody. comes. in." he repeated firmly. junho sighed, knowing that it was hopeless to try and argue.

"whatever you say, sir." junho sent you a look before leaving. "let's go, yn."

"nope. they're staying here." chris said. it was obvious junho was biting his tongue at the comment, but he didn't push it. after he left, chris turned to you.

"you can sleep on the couch. it's very comfortable. i don't want to disturb you, okay? if you need anything, i'll be at my desk, getting some work done." chris said softly, as if it was a delicate topic. his demeanor had changed so drastically from how he was speaking to junho versus how he spoke to you. you thanked him and laid down, dozing off the second your head hit the pillow. you slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

chris was not okay. he was so sure that it'd be easy as hell, that he could just tune you out, but he couldn't stop looking. your eyes were shut, your lips were slightly parted, and your face was especially serene. he didn't want to think such unprofessional things about his fucking assistant, but god, he couldn't help but daydream about you, looking as tranquil as you did now, beside him in bed one day. maybe he'd chuckle gently as you breathed softly in and out, your face half smushed into the pillow. he'd pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you- he shook his head, fighting off the fantasies.

from the moment junho had brought you into his office - no. from the moment he saw you on that portfolio, a neutral expression upon your beautifully blessed face, it was like the pearl encrusted gates at heaven had opened for him. he had berated himself for this feeling. "you've never even met them, for fuck's sake!" he'd hissed to himself, clenching a fist. "you'll meet them, and they'll turn out to be the biggest bitch you've ever met. wait and see."

and then you didn't.

because god felt like fucking with him, you had the most beautiful personality. a heart of gold with wit and a sharp tongue, paired with your drop-dead gorgeous appearance? you were gonna kill him if you weren't careful.

maybe he just had to distance himself from you, so that these butterflies, this pounding in his heart, all of these symptoms only a crazy person would develop would cease to exist. love was only going to get in the way.

...

as quickly as chris’ affection came for you, it slipped away, as if it were the final months of summer before weeks of cold.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the soft side of chris pushed you over the edge. beneath his layers of cold, hard steel was this truly gentle heart, and you couldn’t get that out of your head. not only was he...devilishly handsome, he had a golden heart to go along with it? plus, he was rich. package deal.

however, after the day when you slept in his office, you rarely saw him anymore. he gave you lots and lots of desk work, leaving you confined to the office building to look over projects and finances for him.

"i'm your assistant, mr. bahng. i should be by your side when you need it." you'd tried to argue. you wanted to be closer. you wanted him to show you that side of him nobody else saw. but he shook his head, biting his lip.

"that's junho's job. he's my secretary. you're my assistant. nothing more, nothing less. get back to work." the words impaled you in the heart, poison upon the arrow's tip. you looked away to fight your tears.

"alright." you said quietly. "i'll get back to work. promise." you left his office, shoes clicking on the floor as you rushed to junho's desk to tell him what happened.

out of anybody at the company, junho was your closest confidant. he was an older brother to you, guiding you along as you navigated the churning waters that essentially was the company. he was also your therapist. (not really unpaid or anything, you'd get him coffee in the mornings as a thank you for putting up with you.)

as always, junho's words of advice were your lighthouse in this grey haze chris had induced upon you. one cloudy thursday, a week or two later, you walked into work, stepped into the sleek metal elevator, and shot to the top. junho was working at his desk, typing away almost robotically.

"i brought you your coffee." you grinned, setting it on his desk. "brewed just the way you like it, jun. the barista says hi, by the way." at once, his face lit up.

"god, you're a lifesaver! i've been so out of it this morning. i love you to pieces, yn." junho was so relieved he got up, giving you a tight hug before chugging the coffee down in a few sips. "which barista?"

as you launched off into the story, you had absolutely no idea chris had been there, leaning against the wall, hearing every single thing. sure, it was "eavsdropping", but then again, he was the president. who could fire him? (jyp could.) chris thought your relationship with junho was...odd, to say the least. he'd tried convincing himself it was platonic. it had to be. there was no way you'd be with someone like junho! he'd been with a lot of people, last time chris checked. what if you were the next to have your heart carelessly crushed by the elegant sole of junho's burberry shoe? chris didn't like the idea of that one bit.

he was supposed to be distancing himself from you, not falling even harder for you. and he knew junho was a good person, he'd been close with chris for many, many years. and yet, just looking at the warm smile on junho's face as you rambled made chris want to smack it off him.

"i should get back to work." he sighed, turning around and slamming his office door shut. he wanted to go out there so bad, but he knew it was for the best to remain mature.

"was that chris slamming his door? don't tell me he's still in a mood." you huffed, and junho raised an eyebrow at you.

"you wanna talk about it? we can go out to dinner, my treat. i can help you choose something to say to confront him tomorrow morning, okay?"

you smiled, patting junho on the shoulder. "your siblings are so lucky."

chris wasn't stalking you, per se, he just saw you get into junho's car after work. as he watched junho lead you into the restaurant, figurative steam shot out of his ears. he'd be damned if he was going to lose you to his secretary. he'd deduced that this distancing thing was not a great idea, as you two had only been growing closer and him attempting to grow apart from you only upped his longing. and he would fight, kicking and screaming for you. you'd left an imprint on his soul, one he could try and wash off again and again, but it was like a tattoo. and you weren't getting away from him that easily.

you slept really well that night, prepared to confront your boss. you'd even gotten to work early, chatting idly with chaeryeong as she set up her things for the day. however, her intercom went off, resounding with a very familiar australian voice.

"is yn with you?" chris asked.

"oh, yes, sir," chaeryeong said quickly and frantically. she wasn't used to the president using the intercom so casually. she'd told you at most usually jihyo or minho used it. "what about them?"

"they're needed in my office. asap." his voice was firm, final. chaeryeong wished you luck, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it tightly. as you stepped into the same elevator you rode every day, it felt like it was shrinking. why were you scared? you were going to march in there and tell him everything.

when you made it to his office, he was leaning against his desk, wearing a black pinstripe jacket over his black button-up. he didn't notice you coming in, but when he did his gaze zeroed in on your expression.

"come, close the door and sit down."

you felt like a child being scolded, as you shut the doors behind you. as you sat down in the chair, chris sighed, massaging his temples.

"i'd like to remind you, it is not a good idea to have a relationship with a co-worker. it's a horrid idea, frankly." you tilted your head, confused. what was he talking about?

"what are you going on about?" you asked him, genuine confusion in your voice.

"i'm saying, please think about being in a relationship with junho. he's much older than you, and if you break up with him you'll have to see him every day, and i've heard he's a player-"

"wait, mr. bahng...are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, and chris looked away, the tips of his ears red. "oh my god, you are."

"shut up!" he said, sounding like a child, eliciting a laugh out of you.

"mr. bahng...i hope you know i'm not dating junho. he's thirty-three, for fuck's sake! he's like a brother to me. and i thought we fucking had something, you know, but then you decided to just push me away as if i was some replaceable assistant of yours."

chan groaned, slumping against his desk.

"don't play around with my feelings." he hissed.

"i'd never." you protested. his eyes met yours. time slowed to a halt as you lost yourself in his gaze. when his lips parted to speak, you were in a trance.

"i hope you mean that, i really do." he sighed. "everything i have done so far has been for you. from the moment i saw your picture, i thought you'd be dangerous to bring in because i wouldn't be able to keep myself away from you. i prayed that you'd at least have some nasty personality, but of course you had to walk in here as the most lovely person i've ever met. i want to hold you in my arms, i want to kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised, i want to feel your palm against mine. you are a sword, and your essence is the poison upon it. and god, i would ingest every drop. i would stab my heart just so my arteries and blood vessels could be flooded with the very idea of you. i am a drought, you are the spring rain. if i am a body, falling apart after being mutilated, you are asclepius, healing my broken body with your gentle, golden touch. i will lay here, pliant and void as you carefully thread your silver needle and stitch me back together. what have you done to me?"

you didn't know what to do. your boss, who you had impromptu feelings for, had just confessed to you.

so you grabbed him by the tie, pulling in for a kiss. your lips crashed together and you gave him a second to decide if he wanted this or not, before his hand grabbed the back of your head his lips met yours with a fiery passion that was not there the first time. your hands went to the wood of the desk and he flipped you around, lifting you up onto the desk. his large hands slid down to your hips as you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. after making out you were panting, he moved his fixation to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. his hands moved up to unbutton the top of your shirt, allowing himself better access to your collarbone. as he bit down slightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he looked up at you.

"i'm going to make you make that sound again. and again. and again." he said lowly, his lips finding their place on your body again.

that is, until a knock sounded on the door, echoing throughout the office.

"mr. bahng? it's jihyo. do you have a minute?" chris stared at you, his eyes wide, before ushering you into the office's bathroom and shutting the door. while you waited for jihyo to finish talking to him, you checked out your appearance in the mirror.

you had a growing bruise right beneath your collarbone.

"you can come out now." chris' voice sounded from the other side of the door. you opened it, pointing to your fresh bruise. his mouth dropped open.

"i am so sorry-" he began, laughing. his cheeks were rosy. it looked good on him, you thought to yourself. but you felt better knowing it was the product of your flirtations.

"it's okay, at least it can be hidden by my shirt." you sighed, and chris went to wrap an arm around your waist. "you're coming on very strong, christopher."

"i know. but you love it." he grinned. "and please, call me chan. it's my korean name."

"it's beautiful. your mother named you well."

you decided then and there that everything the universe put you through was for this moment. the endless stairs to the top ended with a man as lovely as chris falling for you. there was no need for luck or any sort of manifestations you'd slave over, wishing and waiting for them to come true. you were happy. that was all that mattered.

...

you laid on the couch, a blanket over your shivering body. you didn't want to call in sick, you'd been in the midst of such an important project, but chris insisted it was for your own good. you downed your mug of lukewarm green tea, which did absolutely nothing to soothe your dry throat. the door to your apartment opened, and chris walked in, carrying a large bag.

"okay, so i've got some decongestants, cough medicine, chicken noodle soup, more tea bags, tissues, and saline." he said, counting on his fingers. "oh, and i got you that candy you said you were craving.

your lips stretched upward at his words, and you rolled over to face him.

"you seem a bit better than yesterday," he smiled, his dimples showing as he knelt down beside you. "still, rest up and let me do all the heavy lifting. i want you to recover fully."

"you don't need to baby me, though." you whined, embarrassingly sounding very much like a child. it was definitely from the sickness. chris chuckled at your comment. "don't laugh at me, channie!"

"i'm not, i'm not. there's a different between taking care of you and babying you, y'know." he brushed a stray hair of yours out of your face, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips brushing against your skin was always the best feeling.

"i'm gonna get you sick..." you said softly, and he shook his head.

"if i get sick, i did it nursing the love of my life back to health. it's a worthy sacrifice, don't you think?"

you truly hoped and prayed with all your being that instead of praying at the altar, your hands would be wrapped around chan's tightly standing there. you'd look for him in the sun, the moon, the sky, and the stars. in the deepest parts of the sea and the highest peaks of the himalayas.

the gods had bestowed you with the gift that was christopher bahng, and you would cherish him, forever and evermore.

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