#if my ex came back into my life and started flirting with me i’d be pissed!!!

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loved loved loved your fic! how do you see cam as a character?

THANK YOU ANON <33

honestly, above all else i see her has someone who everyone else feels entitled to- she’s a police officer, she’s an adopted daughter/sister, and before, she was a ward of the state. i think that all of this kind of lead to her being boxed into whatever all these people want her to be, which is compounded by the fact that her family are also her co workers. she has to be what everyone needs all at once, even if the people around her are demanding the opposite things (i think a scene that paints this very strongly is the scene where the virks are pleading for the police to look into it, while her brother stands above her, silently commanding her not to let her emotions get in the way of their job.)

and her relationship with rebecca is no different!! rebecca feels entitled to her too, at least to a certain extent. she feels entitled to her queerness, to their former status. i don’t mean to say that rebecca isn’t as fraught and conflicted as cam, because she does carry guilt over how things went down, but doesn’t and while cam is visibly conflicted by her return to victoria after “dropping off the face of the earth,” and rebecca more or less begins flirting like nothing happened, to pick up wherever they left. i know cam loves rebecca, but it’s hard for her to reconcile this with their past, and rebecca’s rush to make up for that.

[dreamertrilogys]

i need it to be next semester so bad because every day i spend the next 3 hours after english class recovering from the psychological damage i experienced (being flirted with & flirting BACK). except the thing is i actually have a class with her next semester too and not only that but my other friend who i’m in love with is also in that class. explodes & dies i suppose

[mauvecherie-writes]

endless melodies: l.hamilton

part: [i] [ii] [iii] iv

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc;jamilah riley

genre: smau romance x full chapters

summary: an impromptu studio session leads to tensions rising

tags: 18+, mentions of past cheating, corny flirting, making out.

w.c: 2.4K

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jamilah.riley Quit vapes - start Smoking on my Ex Pack instead. #OUTNOW

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userriley Oh you came in HOT guuurrrll !! This is tew good!

rileygirlie I’d be scared if I was that guy right now. My sister is not playing around!

user17 PUUURRRR !!!! This is the Jamilah we needed! You handled that shit!

jwellerfan You’re such a loser.

⤷rileyryder44 I’d rather be a LOSER than be a CHEATER liked by jamilah.riley

raye They could never make me hate you!

⤷jamilah.riley raye my sister for life

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stormzy Cmonnnn!! Fire in the booth!

⤷user379 stormzy isn’t Jackson Weller your friend?

⤷user82 user379 Being friends with someone doesn’t stop you from approaching good music!

amalriley been on repeat all day!

⤷jamilah.riley amalriley so real

thatgirljodie you didn’t whack him enough for me idk

⤷jamilah.riley thatgirljodie I’ll try my best next time!

It was early afternoon and Jamilah was having a rare day off and she was loving the initial reactions to her surprise drop. Smokin on my Ex Pack was written and recorded the day Jackson posted on Instagram the picture of him and his new girlfriend.

She knew, she’d always known that he was cheating on her. Her intuition had never done her wrong and when he started to change, she knew something was up. He wouldn’t touch her anymore, he wouldn’t kiss anymore, he wouldn’t communicate anymore, he barely wanted to spend time with her and the times that he was around her, Jackson always had his face in his phone.

The last straw for Jamilah was when Jackson started wearing a friendship bracelet with ‘ I love you from V’ on it. She asked him where it was from and he told her that a fan had given it to him as a gift. At the time, she didn’t question it - she also has a box full of friendship bracelets from fans but that all changed when she was visiting him on set and Vanessa had the identical bracelet.

She broke up with him the same day.

Jackson tried to fight against it but Jamilah stood her ground. It fucking hurt and it sucked to go through that and is still trying to heal with the loss of that relationship. However she was far happier now that it was over, she was moving on and her music was better than ever.

Then Jamilah thought back to the previous week to her chance encounter with Lewis. And it brought a smile to her face. He was far more devastatingly handsome in person and it rattled her quite a bit. She knew that she had a crush but the way she reacts to Lewis was a little out of bounds for her.

She wasn’t going to try and understand her feelings with him now. All she knew was that she liked him and he makes her feel good. The rest can be analysed later.

As she settled down on her couch, her phone began to ring. As if fate was reading her thoughts, it was Lewis calling. They had finally switched numbers at the end of the party last week and the conversations continued. They were a little less now because he was preparing for the beginning of the new Formula One season.

A bright smile was on her face as she answered his call.

“Princess.” He glanced at the camera with a smile before he leaned back into the seat of the car. Jamilah giggled as she rested her head on her hand as she looked into the camera as he was fixing his cap.

“Hi, Lewis.” She smiled.

“How are you? How’s your day been?”

“It’s been pretty eventful.”

“I bet. That surprise drop really shook some tables huh.”

“Something like that.”

“It had me thinking.”

“Tell me.”

“Let me start by asking, are you free today?”

“Yeeesss why?” She dragged out her answer.

“Good. I’m booking us a recording session. I’ll pay for everything but your song really inspired me to just get back into the studio and work on some music.”

“Music that’s not going to be released?” Jamilah raised her eyebrow as she watched Lewis laugh and roll his eyes.

“Let’s not focus on that right now. We talked about us working on some things together and I want to start now.”

“You’re very persistent. Has anyone ever told you that.”

“I’ve been told.” He smirked as he licked his lips. “But don’t act like you don’t want this too.”

Jamilah rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just tell me which studios we’re going and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“None of that Princess, I’ll come and pick you up. We can get something to eat and drink on the way there.”

“Oouu, I’m feeling spoiled. Free session and food? You know how to really charm a lady don’t you.”

“Just you.” He winked at the screen. “Send me your address, I’ll be there to pick you up in no time.”

“Fine.” She chewed on her lip as she tried to stop herself from smiling. She shared her address with him before they said their goodbyes.

Jamilah jumped up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to freshen up. She had about 30 minutes to spare before Lewis arrived at her doorstep. Jamilah jumped to her feet and rushed to her bedroom to freshen up. She changed from her current loungewear and into. matching black tracksuit and spritzed some of her perfume. She brushed her eyebrows and applied her lip balm before popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth before preparing her bag.

Laptop, songbook, headphones, chargers and anything else that she needed. The rest that couldn’t come to mind, Jamilah was sure that Lewis would have.

By the time she was completely ready, a knock came to her door. She had nervous flatters in her stomach as she anticipated seeing Lewis again.

Jamilah opened the door and there he was. Standing at the same level, she could see his eyes and the smile on his face when she opened the door even wider, even though most of his face fact was hidden by his signature cap.

“Hey, you.” He softly said. There was just something about the tone of his voice that had her smiling.

“Hi.” Jamilah replied as she stepped out of her townhouse. Once the door was locked, she turned her back around and gave him a hug. All of her belongings were in the way but they managed to figure it out. Lewis chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as hers went around his neck.

She couldn’t help but sniff him - it was almost a reflex at this point. Jamilah couldn’t help herself, he always smelt so good and she was quickly becoming addicted to it.

“Did you just sniff me?” Lewis asked with a tone of laughter in his enquiry.

Jamilah blushed in embarrassment as she pulled away from his embrace. “You smell good.” She sheepishly admitted as she fixed her hoodie back into place.

Lewis chuckled as he took her bags away from her and carried them.

“Now I gotta keep smelling good.”

“For lil old’ me?”

“If it keeps you sniffing me? I’ll make sure that my sweat smells like the freshest river and lakes.”

“Oh my god!” Jamilah groaned as she rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gates out of her townhouse.

Lewis walked in front of her, leading her to the parked car. He seemed to scout the area before he stepped to the side and let Jamilah enter into the truck first. It was a move that she was used to. Kensington was a hotspot for paparazzi but with the time of day that it was, it was pretty chill but Jamilah still wasn’t sure.

On the way to the studio, they stopped by Tesco for some snacks but it was Lewis’s bodyguard that walked into the store with their list.

“Which studio did you book?” Jamilah asked.

“Abbey Road.” Lewis replied as she scrolled through his phone. His nonchalance shocked her back into the seat.

“Did you just say Abbey Road?!” She exclaimed.

“Yes.” Lewis laughed, “why?”

“We’re only going to be there for a few hours at least.”

“I go there all of the time when I’m in touch and I don’t want people at my place.”

“Oh you’re rich, rich.” Jamilah giggled which caused him to smirk. “Might just keep you around as I work on this album.”

“What am I to you? A bank?!”

“You might as well be. I’m seeing that you have a pension for spending money on your people.”

“You classify yourself as my people now?”

“I’m bulldozing into your life as you are mine, so yes.” She smiled at him.

“You’re not wrong.” Lewis replied hitting her with that smouldering gaze of his as he licked his lips. Now Jamilah’s feelings were going array. She loved the way that he made her feel - not even Jackson had ever made her feel like this.

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When they arrived at the studio, they quickly set up their working stations and thankfully they got to working. Their energies were in sync so their ideas naturally bounced off each other and in the process, they started working on a song together. Lewis worked on synthesising the beat whilst Jamilah worked on the lyrics.

“Hey, come listen to this. I build it up from a beat I worked on. I fixed it to have to have a style similar to yours.” Lewis called her over and she got up from the couch and walked closer to him. He got up from the seat to let her sit down. Lewis stood next to her as she put the headphones and pressed play.

He watched as her head swayed side to side with her eyes closed. Her face scrunched up when the beat dropped which caused him to smile.

“Oh this is good! I love it!” Jamilah grinned as she turned to face him.

“Yeah?” Lewis smiled as he watched her take the beat in.

“Yeah! We can absolutely work with this. I already have some lyrics in mind for this.” Jamilah got back to her bag and took out her lyrics book. She flipped through the pages until she arrived at a page that had unfinished lyrics. Lewis had come closer to her and she could feel his warmth around her. She tried to not let his presence affect her but when his breathing was what she could feel on her neck as he looked over her shoulder into her book.

“My waterfall, I’ll make it overflow. Make you forget about all them hoes.” Lewis read out loud her written words and then chuckled. “Do those lyrics hold the truth?”

Jamilah gasped at his question as she rushed to her close her book and turned to face him.

“You can’t ask me that.”

“I’ll find out soon enough.” He smirked. Jamilah pushed him away as she tried not to blush.

“You’re a trip.” She rolled her eyes as she tried not to pay too much attention on the fact that he was holding onto her hand and pulling her towards him.

“You like it though.” He replied as he dropped their hands from his chest to their side.

“I don’t know why I do. Any other person would have been cussed out.”

“I’m not like other people.” Lewis boasted about himself. His statement causes a small smile to draw on her face.

“No you’re not.” She whispered. Jamilah then felt his thumb caressing the hand he was still holding. The feel of his touch sent shivers down the length of the spine and caused her breath to softly shudder.

Then his finger hooked onto her chin and turn her head back towards his. And the way that he was looking down at her was leaving her flustered, squirming as she stood.

“You look like you want to kiss me.” She whispered as she licked her lips.

“I do want to kiss you.” He answered. As she looked up at him, she felt his fingers dig into her jawline and the slight sting had Jamilah biting into her bottom lip.

“Then kiss me.”

Lewis didn’t waste any time before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. Jamilah let out a soft whimper as their lips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm. His hand moved from her chin and down her body until they settled on the small part of her back and pulled her closer.

When his other hand came to her waist, he changed the pace of the kiss. It lost the tenderness from the beginning as the kiss became more passionate and more smouldering as his hands began to explore as much of her body as he could.

Lewis bent forward slightly as he cupped her ass in his hands and then picked her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the couch and sat down with her in his lap. Their lips didn’t part as she settled her thighs on either side of him.

Jamilah cupped her cheeks as the kiss deepened, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. Lewis groaned into their kiss as his hands squeezed on her hips and stilling the slight movement of them on his lap. She giggled yet again when she felt his hardness slightly pushing against her inner thigh.

“Is that what I think it is?” She mumbled as she played with his short beard.

“I don’t want to think about right now.” Lewis mumbled. “Let’s focus on the fact your lips are so soft and I could kiss you until my last breath.”

“Do you ever stop being corny?”

“When it’s you involved, never.” Jamilah hated the way her cheeks warmed up to his words. He leaned forward and bumped his nose against hers.

“You know long I’ve been wanting to kiss you for?”

“Since the party?”

“No. I was scrolling on your Instagram and you had posted this picture of you looking cute as hell and I just kept staring at your lips. I’ve wanted to know what they felt like since.”

“Oh you’ve been plotting for time huh.” Jamilah smirked as she licked her lips, bringing the taste of him back into her mouth.

“This was just phase one.” He mumbled as he pulled her closer, wanting to feel more her heat on him.

“What’s phase two?” She grinned as she wrapped she arms around his neck.

“Stick with me and you’ll find out.” Lewis said as he leaned in for another kiss.

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ru’s letters 💌: I had most of this sitting in my drafts but I got so busy and sidetracked. I’m trying to get back to it. Starting with the posting of this. Please comment, reblog and like. Love you all 🩷

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TSC CHAPTER ELEVEN SPOILERS AHEAD

STARTING OFF THE CHAPTER STRONG AS FUCK DISASTER BISEXUAL JEAN MOREAU AWARENESS

picturing jean in a pair of raybans is good for my mental health

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“Missed a couple spots. Need a hand?”

jeremy u flirt

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do the trojans ever realise that jean is NOT IN FACT deaf and standing right in front of them when they are talking about him?

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oh ok so chapter 11 is in fact worse than chapter 10

if anyone reading this has ever believed that they deserved the abuse, trauma/suffering they’ve experienced, i’m here to tell u right now that nobody deserves that and it is not ever ur fault, no matter what others might say or try to convince u. whatever happened to u is unequivocally not ok. please seek help from a professional if u are worried about urself or others in ur life.

if u have ever felt uncomfortable or violated in certain situations just know that no matter how ‘big’ or ‘small’ the situation may seem (i use these terms loosely because i do not believing in ranking peoples traumas), ur feelings are 100% valid and u always always deserve to be respected and heard.

i hope u know that u are not alone and never will be.

sending lots of love to all of u

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wtff jenkins is a girl?? did we all know this or have i just read too many fanfics always thought jenkins was a guy?

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It was sacrilegious even in the privacy of his head, and Jean hunched his shoulders against a blow that never came.

fuck that’s a good line. traumatic as fuck and makes me wanna cry for all these boys have gone through but god as an ex-catholic raised queer person i can tell u this line struck hard even though i cant relate to the specifics of the scene

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Jean didn’t mind cooking, but he didn’t say that. This was the first time his room truly felt safe and right, and he was content to hold onto it for as long as he could. He closed his eyes again, but now his thoughts were snagged on Jeremy. At length he broke the silence to say, “Two beds would fit in here.”

jean moreau u are so loved

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“You are not them,” Jean said. “Kevin would not have sent me here if you were.”

THE PARALLELS IN THIS BOOK ARE FUCKING KILLING ME PLS NORA LET ME LIVE IN PEACE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO HANDLE

ANDREIL EXISTS IN EVERYTHING

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Just because he had to meet with this man didn’t mean he had to speak to him.

jean, u diss aaron earlier in the books but really ur just the same as him

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betsy dobson to the mother fuckibg rescue someone get this bitch a ‘worlds best therapist’ mug

and jean, dude do u know how fucking similar u and neil are, seriously like u guys should be besties like-

“It was not my choice,” he sent back in warning. “I do not need counseling.” He didn’t trust her at all, but there was no point spelling it out.

CHAPTER TWELVEE

dude wtf is it with me and napping while tryna finish this book, literally just accidentally fell asleep for 2.5 hrs when i could’ve been reading

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“Imagine getting changed so we can practice,” Jean said.

king is fed uppp

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“It’s not about size, anyway.” ​“Defensive,” Jean said, tugging his glove straps with his teeth. ​Jeremy straightened in indignation. “I don’t have anything to be defensive about.” Jean lost his grip and bit his lip, and Jeremy hurried on before either of them could think too much about that double entendre.

OKKKK JEREMY I SEE U

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“That’s not—I do care. I want you to play with us, and I want you to have fun again. I want to see what you can do on the court and what you bring to our defense line. I want us to finally win this year after coming so close and failing too many times. But it’s just a game, Jean. Your safety and happiness will always be more important than our season.”

GOOD GOD ITS WHAT U DESERVE JEAN

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“Every time you say that you take a year off my life. I’d really like to live to ninety, so please knock it off.”

now the trojans understand how the foxes feel when neil whips out his ‘im fine’ line,, also i’m never gonna stop saying that neil and jean should be besties it’s literally just a fact

“I do not believe you when you are drinking such filth,” Jean said, with a disapproving look toward her drink. Laila stared him down as she sucked a long gulp through the straw,

this book is so devastatingly depressing and explores some of the most horrible traumatic things that could happen to a person but it’s interspersed with some of the funniest scenes that it gives me whiplash

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“Pat and Ananya have wanted to fuck Cody’s brains out for almost a year now. I really thought Cody moving in with them this summer was going to finally get that ball moving, but apparently not. It’s getting kind of pitiful.” ​“Pat and Ananya have been engaged almost as long as Cody has known them,” Laila pointed out as she fit herself against Cat’s side. “You can’t blame Cody for being scared of where they might belong in something like that.”

NORA GIVING US THE POLYAMORY WE DESERVE AFTER CUTTING KANDREIL FROM THE OG BOOKS LETS GO QUEER REP

YK THAT RUNNING JOKE THAT USC IS THE QUEEREST TEAM AND NOBODY HAS AS MANY GAYS AS THEY DO??? IM SO FUCKIBG HAPPY NORA HAS BASICALLY MADE THAT CANNON

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CHAPTER 13333

jeremy is so hopelessly crushing on jean and that’s real of him

meanwhile jean:

Threat assessment, he told himself, and it was almost the truth.

sureee buddy

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They’d arrived holding hands and dressed in matching cream-and-teal outfits. Even their gold-rimmed sunglasses and teal sneakers were identical.

well that is definitely an outfit!

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“Speaking of happy endings, has Laila bought you a sex toy yet?”

EXCUSE ME

this whole scene was so fucking random but jean deserves great friendships

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ANOTHER TRANS TROJAN LETS FYCKING GOOOOOO CONGRATS ON UR TOP SURGERY XAVIER

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‘i’m sure the ravens wouldn’t have taken neil in if they’d known he was the son of a mob boss!!’

uhhhhh…

i don’t know how to tell u this buddy

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dude i just cannot stop think about the whole new world of fanfics we’re gonna get now that tsc has come out like the aftg universe is expanding and becoming more detailed it’s gonna be crazy

chapter 14!!!

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Jean eyed him. “For what purpose?” ​Jeremy looked to the ceiling for patience. “For fun.” ​Jean sighed as if Jeremy was the one being unreasonable.

oh jean we’ll get there eventually

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Jean was a starving dog on a short chain who’d learned years ago not to bite back.

OH MY FUCKING GOD GIVE ME PEACE

MY CHEST IS ACHING AT THIS METAPHOR

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SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP THE PARALLELS ARE DESTROYING ME I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE

“You are Jean Moreau. Your place is here with me, with us. I’m your captain. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to be doing this together, aren’t we? Stop leaving me behind. Look at me.”

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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that he hurt you, I’m sorry that you’re still afraid to talk about it, and I’m sorry that you think I’ll never understand. I’m sorry that he tricked you into thinking you deserved it. But I’m not sorry he’s gone. I can’t be.”

“Neither am I.”

TEAR MY HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT NORA JESUS CHRIST

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everytime one of the trojans says ‘we’re here to listen whenever your ready to talk and open up to us’ and then they go and demand he tell them every secret he’s ever kept

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kevin and jeans relationship in this book is so fucking well written, it’s tearing me apart and giving me so much life

they have so much shared trauma and the relationship is so complex but they understand eachother so deeply

He is not used to having a voice, and he has never had power. I cannot promise he will ever talk to you.” ​“I will wait as long as it takes,”

“Be careful with it,” Kevin said. “Be careful with him.”

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“Night practices with Andrew and Neil,” Kevin said. ​“Obsessed,” Jeremy

exy fiend kevin day representation

also

“No, Jean is fine. As fine as he can be, anyway. Yes, I know.” (kevin when talking to someone ‘offscreen’) i just know he was talking to neil

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She crossed the room and leaned over, catching Jean’s head in her hands so she could plant a kiss to the top of his head.

this is the love jean deserves

chapter 15:

“Your fourth line has a smart mouth, Coach,” Jean said. “I was hoping he would bite his tongue off in the fall and save us both some grief in the long run.”

jean i love u

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Jean wished he had the common sense to shut up,

he’s so me

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“And keep Kevin’s name out of your ignorant mouth,”

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME UR HONOUR

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i keep forgetting that jean only learnt english after he moved into evermore and that kevin probably taught him but i love the subtle little reminders every now and then when he has to clarify a word, like when he has to ask what a ‘floozy’ is and:

due to egregious injuries.” ​Jean didn’t recognize that word, but since Lucas was already running his mouth, he didn’t get a chance to ask.

it’s such a good detail that just adds so much more depth to his character

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“Permission to break his face, Coach?” Jean asked. ​“Denied,” White said.

SCREAMING

THIS IS SO NEIL AND WYMACK CODED I LOVE IT

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JEAN MOREAU ON A MOTHERFUCKING MOTORCYCLE HOLY SHIT

catalina alvarez u wonderful human i love u

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jean realising how big the world is and the fact that he’s explored more of california than any other place he’s been before is making me tear up he never should’ve been kept trapped inside he deserves to see the world

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So long as she existed as fractured memories, she was safe and small and sheltered.

oh god don’t do this to me

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Jean gazed out at the endless horizon, feeling small and infinite from one moment to the next.

beautiful, just beautiful, absolutely immaculate

A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads.

A COOL EVENING BREEZE. RAINBOWS. OPEN ROADS

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SECOND LAST CHAPTER!!! LETS GOOO

“He is not going to hit you. Okay? We don’t do that here. You said you’d try to do better and that’s enough for us.”

starting off strong

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You’re one of my kids now.

don’t mind me i’m just sobbing

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no no no no no no no no no

holy shit no what the fucking fuck

don’t do this to jean rn oh my fucking god i’m sick to my stomach on the verge of fully crying right now

actually dreading reading on right now

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um ok yeah so i read it and to anyone who hasn’t finished the book yet beware there is a graphic violent scene followed by an intense panic attack in chapter 16 that’s is very difficult to read

i did cry and all i can say is thank fuck for lisinski’s timing

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Jeremy’s response was low but unhesitating: “I will not look away.” ​“I do not want you to look.” ​It frightened him how much it sounded like a lie,

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only redeeming part of this chapter is that neil’s back but i’m still in so much shock over what’s just happened that i cant properly appreciate him

chapter 17 the finale:

feeling incredibly somber as i reach the end of the book

please god destroy anyone who has ever hurt jean moreau

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nora’s really filling in all the plot holes left from aftg - why did nobody question why neil’s hair was dyed after evermore ????? why did nobody question neil being at evernote in the first place???

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i’m laughing at neil’s map print-outs he’s so uncool, also i keep forgetting this is still meant to be 2007

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jean-yves moreau oh my fucking god

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“says who?” Stuart asked. “The dead kid?

stuart hatford u are so funny, is this where neil inherited is sarcasm from?

stuart hatford says fuck riko and so do i

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Neil shrugged. “Do you have anyone who can take on local work?”

NEIL JOSTEN U ARE MY HERO I LOVE U U BADASS MOTHER FUCKER

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Neil offered her a disarming smile that would never sit quite right on his face.

devouring these scraps about my boy

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YOOOO WTF NORA RLLY JUST WANTED TO GIVE JEAN THE WORST FUCKING DAY HE COULD POSSIBLY HAVE HUH?? JUST DROPPED THE FACT THAT HIS SISTER IS DEAD MY POOR BOY

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Neil filled in the finer details with an ease that would have been impressive to listen to any other day

- yes neil is incredibly smart, thank u jean for confirming to us

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The only thing left to ask for was something he barely understood: “I want to go home.”

oh the complicated nature of home and one’s sense of belonging that persists throughout these books will never fail to make me feel absolutely everything. nora knows exactly what i want in a book

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“I can see the kitchen. There should be a door out to where the dumpsters are. We can make it back to the garage from there.”

to be loved by neil josten is to be offered a way to evade the fbi together

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“Tedious,” Neil said. “I’m trying to eat.”

my hero

Neil waited until he was done before deciding he wanted to finish his drink. Neither agent was impressed with their absolute lack of urgency,

i love u neil josten pls give me ur autograph

Neil, being the person he was, pointed at the fire hydrant adjacent to its front bumper and said, “That’s illegal, just so you know.” ​“Shut up and get in the car.”

i wish neil josten was real

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He couldn’t fear a government who was so easily infiltrated and manipulated

FUCK THE GOVERNMENT

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Neil flipped his takeout box open and started eating. “I’m allowed to visit people.”

he’s everything to me 🥰

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“You’re one to accuse others of intolerable attitudes,” Browning said, and Neil only shrugged indifference.

and—for once—without any of your usual bullshit.”

- browning u love him just like the rest of us don’t lie rn

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ngl i’m never getting over the fact that jean and neil are the same age like this is crazy to me nora whyd u have to do this i cant cope

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“The more people I hold onto, the less of a threat I am, because I won’t want to endanger them by acting out.”

oh neil look how far uve come, i’m so proud

-

“Lock your door tonight if it will help, but Grayson will never bother you again.”

THANK U LORD FOR THE BRILLIANT NEIL JOSTEN HES ANSWERED MY PRAYERS U BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL HUMAN IM SO THANKFUL FOR UR PRESENCE

all my favourite bamf! neil fics have him taking out a hit on someone for the benefit of the people he loves and i’m so glad that’s canon

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i’m going fucjing crazy i didnt think it was possible to love neil anymore than i already do

best friends ❤️

-

jean tearing up and throwing away the notebooks and realising he trusts the trojans and the four of them going to eat one of cats new recipes after they waited up last midnight for him

A COOL EVENING BREEZE RAINBOWS OPEN ROADS AND FRIENDS

!!!!!

I CSNT BELIEVE ITS OVERRRRR I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS HOLY FUCK

[keigo-takamis-no-1-simp]

Ｈａｗｋｓ Ｘ Ｒｅａｄｅｒ - Ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｌｏｖｅ: Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｆａｌｌｓ ａｐａｒｔ

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Hawks x Reader

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Your anniversary with your boyfriend comes, and your life turns upside down. You lost your job and got stood up on your date... when all seems lost, a certain winged hero seems to step in.

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Angst with comfort

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  2061 

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 / 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚡

A chilly January evening in the middle of Mustafu, and your third year anniversary with your boyfriend. Junichiro- a guy you met in a stupid office Christmas party. One of the few people that actually talked to you- then asked you out a few weeks later. He begged you to move in, and… you did. 

You were early to the restaurant, smoothing out your dress in your seat as you sip on a glass of wine. You had to look perfect for him- after all, you didn’t want to embarrass him. You glance around, and the time drags on. It starts at 5 minutes, then ten- then it’s 20 minutes past when he should’ve been there. The waitress had asked several times if you were ready to order, in which you always asked for more time. Was he even coming? You blink, taking out your phone. 

[Name] - Hey, you on your way? :) 

Unsurprisingly… there’s no response. Your heart sinks. This was the second- or was it the third?- time he’d done this. You get a call from your boss, in which you immediately answer it. “Is this [Name]?”

“Yes Ma’am. What can I-” She cuts you off. 

“I’m calling to inform you of your termination at my establishment, effective immediately.” You freeze. And… she just hangs up. Most people would probably leave and start to cry- or maybe shed a tear right there and then. Yet, nothing came from you. Nothing but a blank stare.

You had never cried- and you rarely smiled. Your mother was convinced something was wrong with you, and had you tested over and over- but there was nothing wrong. You were a healthy child. Once your sister, Megumi, was born- she paid more attention to her. And when your brother, Atuski, was born… she forgot you even existed. 

Much like your ex seemed to do your last two anniversaries. 

You sigh, looking around the restaurant blankly. As you begin to debate leaving- you hear movement behind you and a hand gently rests on your shoulder, and you tense. A familiar man comes into view, and you relax when his hand moves. He slips into the seat across from you, sliding off his hero jacket that’s lightly dusted in melting snow.

“Hey! So sorry I’m late, babe- traffic and reports today took way too long.” When you cock your head to the side, he leans in. “Name’s Keigo- just go with it, yeah? Whoever stood you up is a prick.” His golden eyes show a sense of honesty you aren’t accustomed to. You nod a bit. “[Name], it’s nice to meet you- and thank you.” You return his greeting, before pausing. 

“You.. look familiar. Not just from the hero stuff, but- I feel like I know you from something.” You hum, taking another sip of wine. He chuckles, sweeping his somewhat messy blonde hair back. 

“Yeah- I can say the same. Can’t place it, but I’d never forget a face as pretty as yours,” His words make your face flush- you’re certain he’s weirded out by the fact you don’t smile- yet, his expression doesn’t shift. 

“Really though- whoever stood you up made a mistake. And, if you’d be so kind as to allow me to join you… I’d be willing to show you what a good date looks like.” Oh yeah- he’s definitely flirting. Though, you take note of the fact he doesn’t say he’d ‘show you a good time’. 

Interesting. 

“Sure, why not?” you shrug lightly. “Maybe it’ll spark a memory of where I know you from- and the night can really only go up from here.” His smile widens and his wings flutter slightly behind him. You could see why they called him the heartthrob of Japan. 

“Only go up?” It’s his turn to tilt his head in confusion. There’s a soft noise in the back of his throat- something you can’t quite place. 

You shrug. “I mean- being stood up definitely sucks. It’s not my first time, but- it still sucks.” You hum softly. “I also apparently no longer have a job- so… the company is appreciated.” 

He frowns. “I’m sorry, that’s… a lot for one night. But, if I can make it even a little better, I’m happy to.” He nudges your arm. The waitress approaches your table- visibly surprised to actually see someone else there this time. Let alone a top 3 hero. 

“H-hello, Mr. Hawks, sir- um- Can I take your orders..?” Her face is flushed- definitely a fangirl. Yet- Keigo didn’t seem embarrassed to be seen with you. Was that really the case? You blinks, returning to the present. 

You give her your order after Keigo orders something with chicken. A brow quirks in surprise. “Isn’t that technically cannibalism?” He looks at you for a moment, before a genuine laugh takes you off guard. His head thrown back, how the light hits him just right- and his laugh itself is a pleasant sound. 

A smile tugs at your lips for a moment- it’s an odd sensation, but a welcome one. You didn’t smile much, but your dad always told you it was the prettiest smile he’d ever seen. 

“Jesus Christ, kid- you’ve got one hell of a sense of humor. I like it.” He takes in a breath, still chuckling. “I ain’t no chicken- those are way too weak. I’m more like a Cardinal-” 

“.. or a hawk?” You tease, and he covers his mouth as he snorts. 

Conversation flows naturally between the two of you. He never said a word about how you didn’t smile more than once or twice, or laugh at his jokes. He didn’t seem phased by it at all. He didn’t try to touch you either- maybe he picked up on how tense you’d gotten, or maybe he was weirded out after all. 

Either way, your night definitely ended on a much better note than it started. Three glasses of wine, some italian food and dessert later- and he’s walking you out, careful not to touch you. Yet, you can sense his wing behind you, in care you were to fall. Snow covers the concrete, still gently falling around you. 

You turn to face him after making it to your car. He quirks a brow. It wasn’t anything fancy- just an old sedan that gets you where you need to go. You’re pretty sure it’s an older Ford model- it was American, that’s all you knew. 

“I had fun tonight. Thank you for everything, Keigo,” You turn to face him- and he takes you in for a moment. He clears his throat, opening your car door for you. 

“Thank you for letting me join you. If you’re wanting to do something like this again… I could always give you my number,” He grins, a gentle pink dusting his cheeks. You hand him your phone- you had to give it to him, he was pretty damn slick. At least- sometimes. 

“There- and I even sent a text to myself to make sure it’s right.” He chuckles, pausing. “.. since it’s snowing, the roads may be a little slick. Be careful, yeah?” There’s a sense of genuine worry in his tone. It’s.. touching. Though, you didn’t understand. Sure, you both seemed to recognize one another, but… this was new. 

“Y-yeah.. You too. Text when you’re home?” You start your car, hoping that the heat would come on quickly so you don’t freeze your ass off. 

“Of course, kid. Drive safe. Goodnight~” He gives you a grin, ensuring you’re completely in your car before shutting the door. He waves lightly, before heading to a nice red sports car. 

Your phone connects to your speakers, and music softly starts to play through them as you pull out of the parking lot. 

… that was the first date you genuinely enjoyed in a long time. There were no expectations, no forceful innuendos, just… great food, conversation, and company. You sigh, pulling onto your street. 

Your car has been shuddering throughout the entire drive, and… your stuff is on the curb. Your heart stops as you pull up, leaving the car on as you head up to the front door. It’s locked- and… your key doesn’t fit. At a loss, you go to return to your car- to find it’s died. 

Your lips part, and you bite the inside of your cheek. Of course- of fucking course. You can’t have something good happen without 15 disasters following. Your phone buzzes, and you jump, glancing at it. 

It’s… your boyfriend. 

“Hello?” your teeth are chattering as you speak, and he just sighs. 

“[Name], I’m breaking up with you. I found someone a lot better, smarter, and prettier than you. Your shit is on the curb.” And… he hangs up. That familiar sense of numbness starts to creep in.

You stand there at a loss. Effectively… you were homeless. Jobless. You call up your brother, Atuski. After a few rings, he picks up. 

“[Name]..? What’s going on?” He sounds groggy, and guilt settles in your stomach. It’s a little past midnight, and he had work tomorrow. 

“Hey, uh… I kinda got dumped and kicked out of my house.” You can hear just how flat your voice is. You can hear sheets shifting and him cursing under his breath. 

“That fucker- hold on, I’ll be there in 10.” He grunts, and there’s shuffling in the background as he hangs up. 

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, he pulls up in his truck. You stand, your bones aching from the cold. He gives you a small, sad smile as you climb in. “Thanks,” You give him a small nod, before glancing back at your things. They were soaked from the snow- you’re fairly certain your now ex threw them out shortly after you left for work. “All of that’s a lost cause,” You hum. 

He lets out a frustrated sigh- and that guilt twists your stomach again. “Ok, uh… fuck..” He mutters. “... I hate to do this to you, but.. You can’t stay with me.” 

“What?!” You practically shout, anxiety quickly joining the dread. Shit- were you really homeless? Where would you go? 

“Hey, hey- before you kill me, I got something set up. A buddy of mine works with a guy who works with several heroes. One of them agreed to take you in until you could get yourself sorted out.” 

You sit there, mouth agape as you shiver. Your dress is completely soaked, and your hair clings to your face. Teeth chattering, you sigh. “That’s… better than nothing- I’m… sorry for all of this. Thank you for picking me up so late.” 

He gives you another small smile. “It’s the least I could do.” 

The rest of the ride is silent. You aren’t sure which hero you’ll end up essentially rooming with- but hopefully it’s someone you know. Either way, you trust Atsuki enough to know he wouldn’t leave you to the wolves. Sure, he’s your annoying younger brother- but he cared a lot more than your mother. You’ll take what you can get. 

“Here we are- again, I’m sorry you can’t stay with me. I don’t have the room, and… my girlfriend is really needy. He’s on the top floor- penthouse suite. Let me know if you need anything, ok?” He ruffles your hair, and you nod a little. 

The truck had helped you warm up somewhat, but you seriously didn’t want to get sick. Climbing out of the truck, you trudge through the snow into the apartment lobby. You take it in, eyes widening. This room alone looked 3x more expensive than your entire house… 

Swallowing hard, it’s hard not to feel the eyes of the other people in the lobby boring into you. Making your way into the elevator, you hit the key for the top floor- 17. A shaky breath makes it’s way past your lips, teeth continuing to chatter. 

You would find a job, save up enough money to pay rent, thank whoever is letting a stranger stay with them profusely, then get out of their hair. In the meantime- you wouldn’t ask for a thing. You nod to yourself, plan in place- until the doors open. 

That fucker…

“Well, I was hoping to meet again in a different way, but this works too.” Crimson wings, golden eyes, and a stupidly handsome face. Of course…

You’re rooming with Keigo fucking Takami.

[thewritingofamadwoman]

Hot Buns

A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading 🤗

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff

To anyone who didn’t know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.

No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, that’s what Mark and Annalise thought.

“So are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?” Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise “discussed” the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.

“Well I for one think it’s great that they’re speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,” Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sister’s giggle at whatever the “plastics God” said to her.

“I agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, I’m all for it. I’ll even buy her condoms if she wants,” Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.

“Well thank you for that, Dr Yang. I’ll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?” The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didn’t care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.

“Oi, Karev! Let’s get a move on, these patients won’t heal themselves!” He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.

Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldn’t escape their teasing smirks.

“Wipe those grins off your faces,” Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.

“Well you two look close,” Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.

“Close is an understatement. Sloan’s one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,” she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patient’s room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.

“Sorry Mrs Sheffield, I’m Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. I’ll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. I’ll be in charge of making sure your heart doesn’t give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, you’re in great hands,” Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.

“You said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?” Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Anna’s smile widened.

“Mhmm, he’s my husband.”

“Oh you’re one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger I’d be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way I’d like to give’em a quick squeeze,” Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Mark’s ears slowly turning a light shade of red.

“Alright Mrs Sheffield, let’s keep that heart rate down,” Annalise teased. “We’ll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffield’s most recent blood tests so we can confirm we’re good to start on time. ”

Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. “I’ve still got it!” She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.

“That was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,” Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annalise’s elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Anna’s chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Mark’s flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.

“You should have seen your face!” She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.

“Are you done?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.

“I’m good, I’m good. God it’s been so long since I laughed like that,” she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.

“Yeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. You’re welcome,” Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.

“You weren’t complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlier…” she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.

Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didn’t do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.

“Well, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when she’s down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around my—“

“AH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,” an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.

“This is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while I’m trying to my damn job,” Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.

Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.

“I can see why the interns call her the Nazi,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.

Tag List:

@caseyandsloan @spookyboogyuniverse @xjasam4lifex @afckingswiftiebtch @itschelseacisneros @kkr102 @jackiehollanderr @jordycat-2018

[rafemotherfuckingcameron]

YOU BELONG WITH ME

Word Count: 5.2K

Pairing(s): Reader x Ex!boyfriend Jason, Reader x New dad!Matt, Reader x Rafe

Warnings: Flirting, Kissing, Swearing, Virginity Loss, Domestic Situations, Violence, SMUT 18+

Summary: Rafe protecting reader and keeping her safe from her step dad and ex boyfriend.

RAFE CAMERON MASTERLIST

Leaving my old life behind to come and live with my mum’s new husband was difficult, especially because I hated him. They had been together a little over 2 years and he was a really nice person when they met, but as time went on he would try and force me to call him dad. Im 18 years old there was no way I was doing that. Maybe if I was younger and didn’t know anything else, but I’m an adult now. 

BACK STORY BELOW

There was this one time where I skipped a class and he was my emergency contact as my mum was never available, while working long shifts at the hospital. We were both called into the principals office to discuss my punishment.

It wasn’t that bad, just an hour after class detention. After the meeting we got back into the car, “Matt I’m really sorry they called you, I used to skip sport all the time back at my old school. I didn’t think it was a big deal -“ I was met with a harsh slap against my cheek. 

The blood rushed to my cheek, a searing pain on the right side of my face. My hand came up to face to cover my face. “I don’t like coming down here to fix your mess Y/n.” He looks at me and grabs my wrist from my face “Your mother is not to hear a word about this, understood” he yells through my wrist back into my lap. That was the first time he hit me.

There were multiple times after that, that time he got drunk and broke a beer bottle on the wall next to me then slap me saying why didn’t clean up the mess or the time I came back from a party at 2am and he threw me into the wall.

_____________ ____________ ____________ ____________ _________

PRESENT DAY

Lets just say I really was hating the idea of moving into his house. On top of all that my boyfriend had cheated on me with my best friend and started dating. I found out last night and broke up with him. He keeps calling me but I just ignore all incoming messages and calls.

Arriving at my new home, i unpack the car and walk beside my mum. Matt walks out and practically makes out with her, leaving me standing uncomfortable. He takes my suitcase and leads me upstairs to my room. Not going to lie it was an amazing room with a balcony overlooking the beach. But if I had the choice of not living here with him I’d take it.

After organising my belongings and placing them in their assigned places, I felt exhausted. I contemplated taking a shower, but just as I was about to, I heard a knock at the door.

"Y/n, Matt, and I are heading out for a dinner date. There's food in the fridge for you whenever you're hungry," she informed me, and I acknowledged her with a nod. I then entered the shower, allowing the comforting warmth of the water to cleanse away the fatigue from the past few hours.

I got out, brushed my hair and placed a towel around my body. Walking over to my nightstand I grabbed a bra and matching panties, I dropped the towel and slid them on.

*Ding* My phone lit up with another text from Jason:

Jason: “Baby I’m really sorry about that happened. Can you please talk to me. Baby I love you”

Seeing that message made me really pissed and I decided to give it back to him.

Y/N: “You don’t have the right to call me baby anymore, you lost that when you fucked my best friend!!”

Jason: “Y/n don’t be like that. I said I was sorry, you gotta give me some credit”

………

*Jason Calling* I hesitated before picking up:

Y/n: “What?” Jason: “Y/n stop being dramatic, I said I was sorry” Y/n: “I’m not being dramatic Jason, you cheated on me with my best friend. How could you do that?” Jason: “It was just a fuck baby, it meant nothing. I was just sick of waiting for you to be ready. I have needs too.” Y/n: “You know you saying all of this make you sound like an absolute asshole right?” Jason: “OMG here we go again, always so sensitive, get over it, so we can get back together” Y/n: “Let me make this very clear, We are never ever getting back together, not now! not ever!” Jason: “You’ll change your mind, I know you w-“ Y/n: “No I won’t, I broke up with you, I don’t want to be with you, what aren’t you getting? Just leave me alone and fuck off” Jason: “You gonna wish you never said that baby!!” he hung up. 

After casually tossing my phone onto the bed, I descended the stairs to fetch some dinner. Upon returning upstairs, I noticed a tall silhouette across in the next house next door.

Intrigued, I approached the window and observed a handsome young man with a well-defined V line, his towel securely fastened around his waist. I found myself captivated by him, particularly the way he ran his fingers through his curtain-like bangs and subtly flexed his bicep.

He pivoted away from the mirror and locked eyes with me. His jaw dropped a bit, and he ran his tongue over his lips before playfully winking in my direction. In that moment, I completely forgot that I was only partially dressed while sneakily admiring my neighbour.

I offered a smile and then turned away, resuming my seat on the bed. Throughout that evening, I couldn't get the guy next door out of my mind.

The way his towel clung to his waist and the manner in which his bangs gracefully draped across his forehead remained persistent thoughts. 

The following day, I woke up and glanced at the clock, which showed 1 pm in the afternoon. I slowly climbed out of bed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. My mom, who had just finished her night shift, had already prepared breakfast for me.

"Hello, dear. How was your sleep?" she inquired, giving me a warm hug. "It was okay," I replied to her question. We sat together as I enjoyed my meal. Afterward, she headed upstairs to get some rest.

Having finished my breakfast, I returned upstairs to change into a cute beach outfit. I then left the house and strolled down to the beach, taking a leisurely walk to clear my mind and unwind for the afternoon.

Sitting by the beach and observing the rhythmic crashing of the waves brought a profound sense of tranquility. In that moment, I felt like myself again, unburdened by the complexities of a new stepfather or the entanglements of a relationship. I felt liberated.

As I watched the sun descend on the horizon, I noticed someone approaching me. He was wearing a white rip curl tank top and board shorts. "Hey, it's you," he remarked as he settled down on my towel.

Puzzled, I inquired, "Hi, do I know you?"

"Well, we haven't formally met, but our eyes have crossed paths, and might I say you look charming in that pink outfit," he commented, his gaze sweeping over me. 

It finally dawned on me that he was the boy from next door, and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. "OMG, that's so embarrassing," I admitted, tucking my head between my knees.

"Don't be embarrassed. I enjoyed it, and judging by your reaction, I'd say you did too," he teased, smirking as I slowly lifted my head, returning his smirk. "I'm Rafe, by the way."

"I'm Y/n," I replied.

We ended up engaging in a lengthy conversation; he was remarkably easy to talk to. It felt like we shared a genuine connection. Rafe confided that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend due to her infidelity, and I shared my own experience of my boyfriend cheating on me and attempting to reconcile.

We laughed and bantered until we both realised the moon casting its shimmering reflection on the water.

"Wow, I didn't even notice it got dark," I remarked as I gazed out at the water.

"Same here," he replied, slowly extending his arm into the sand behind me.

We both continued to gaze at the water, observing the waves crashing. "Would you like to go for a swim?" he inquired, glancing at me and then back at the water.

"First, it's nighttime, and second, I'm not wearing my bikini," I responded with a chuckle.

He smirked and looked down at his hands. “That’s alright, you don’t need them, plus I’ve already seen you half naked anyways remember.” He said placing a strand of hair behind my ear. 

I responded to his offer with a shy smile. "Alright."

He got to his feet and removed his shirt, exposing his sun-kissed body. Following, I unzipped my shorts and slid them down, allowing them to drop onto the sand.

Then, I removed my top, raising my arms and revealing my C cup breasts in a black lace bra. Rafe's eyes widened when he saw me standing so close, partially undressed. He ran his fingers through his hair and swept it to the side.

He began descending toward the beach, periodically glancing back to check if I was following, and I was right behind him. When my toes touched the chilly ocean, my body tensed up.

Rafe noticed and came over to hold my hand, guiding me into the water. As I ventured further in, the temperature didn't improve; in fact, it got even colder. The water reached up to my ribs, and a small wave splashed onto my face, drenching me in its icy embrace.

"OMG, that's so cold," I exclaimed, looking over to where Rafe had already submerged himself, effortlessly navigating through the waves.

He swam back towards me, stopping just inches from my face. His hands found my waist, and I gladly accepted his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist. We locked eyes, and I leaned in slightly to gauge his feelings.

He reciprocated the gesture, and our lips gently brushed against each other's. It felt like time had slowed down. I pulled back and grinned at him. His hands moved up my thighs, his fingers lightly tracing over my skin.

He leaned back in and kissed me more passionately. Feeling his hands travel up to my butt and squeeze lightly, making me moan quietly. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, he smiled into the kiss and started sucking on my neck leaving small bruises behind. Grinding my body into his I felt the bulge in his pants poking my pussy. I started to move a little quicker to get some kind of friction. 

Our moment was abruptly interrupted by a powerful wave that pushed us apart. Emerging from the wave, I spotted Rafe lying face down in the sand, attempting to recover from being knocked over by the ocean.

Chuckling at his predicament, I started to exit the water and lend him a hand. We then walked back to our house, and he paused in front of my place.

"I had a really nice time, Rafe," I said, looking directly into his eyes.

“I really like hanging out with you Y/N” He said as he kissed me on the lips again and than another peck, leaving me wanting more. He went to turn but I lightly pulled his arm back “Can I get your number?” I said batting my eyelashes at him. 

He put his number in my phone and I did the same with his. Walking back into the house I was met with Matt. He looked angry, to be honest I didn’t know what was going to happen.

“What time do you call this?” He yelled stepping forward. “I asked you a question?” He said again abruptly.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize how late it had gotten," I whispered softly, attempting to retreat cautiously. However, he seized my arm and pressed me against the wall. His other hand closed around my throat, tightening its grip.

"This is my house, and you will obey my rules and return at a reasonable hour," he snapped, slowly increasing the pressure on my throat.

"I'm an adult, and I can stay out as long—" My words were abruptly halted by a brutal slap across my face. 

His ring cut my cheek, causing it to bleed. He released his hold on me and hurried upstairs.

I retreated into my room and slammed the door shut. As I settled on my bed, tears streamed down my face. I drew my knees up to my chest and wept into my pillow. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps beside me and turned around quickly, only to find Jason standing there.

"What the FUCK!, how did you get in here?" I asked, quickly rising from the bed and creating some distance between us.

"Your dad let me in, baby," he replied, stepping closer.

"He's not my dad, and what are you doing here?"

"I came to see my beautiful girlfriend. I've missed you so much," he said, brushing my hand with his and leaning in for a kiss. I avoided his advances and settled onto my bed.

"Jason, we're broken up. We're not together anymore. What don't you understand—"

"For fuck's sake, Y/n! I love you, and I know you love me too," he exclaimed, clenching his fists in frustration.

"I used to love you, and then you shattered my heart when you slept with her!" I shouted back at him. My words clearly enraged him. In response, his fist struck my rib cage, causing an intense, searing pain to shoot through my body.

"You see, when you say things like that, it makes me lose control," he muttered, pacing around as I crumpled to my knees in agony. He returned to me, grabbing me by the hair and flinging me forcefully back onto the bed.

He climbed on top and started kissing me. His hands traveled up my thighs and forced my leg open, pulling my panties down.

I tried to push him off but he was too strong and my rib was throbbing. His thumb came up to my clit and rubbed circles in a rough motion. “Stop…..Stop get off, I’m not ready” I screamed but he didn’t stop. 

He inserted one finger in to me thrusting at a unforgiving pace. I could feel my walls clenching around his finger, he wasn’t letting up.

He had my hands pinned above my head with his other hand, I tried to wriggle out but that just made it more painful. He tried inserting another finger, but I was just to tight.

He tried his best but he lost his grip slightly, which allowed me room to stick my thumbs in his eyes. I pushed in and he let go and stumbled backwards. 

"Bitch!" He yelled, causing me to quickly retreat to the doorway and dash downstairs towards the front door. Just as I was about to grasp the handle, my head collided with the door, and Jason's hand firmly held it against the door.

"You may have won this battle, but I'll win the war, baby," he taunted before pushing me to the ground and exiting through the door.

I slowly ascended the staircase and entered my ensuite bathroom, where I noticed a slight trace of blood on my thigh. I cleaned myself up and changed into another set of pjs. 

Switching on the lamp beside my table, a sense of unease crept over me, fueled by the lingering fear that Jason might come back to resume his actions.

*Ding* Incoming Text

Rafe: Can’t sleep either? Y/n: Not since I moved here. Rafe: 😢 What are you doing tomorrow? Y/n: Nothing, Can I come over? We need to talk. Rafe: Yeah, of course see you at 8am Y/n: See you then :)

The morning sun streamed in through my window, and my eyes required no adjustment, for I hadn't slept a wink. It was 7:45 in the morning, and getting dressed proved challenging, given the discomfort I was feeling. Silently, I left my house and made my way to Rafe's door, where I knocked and patiently awaited his response.

As the door opened, Rafe's jaw dropped at the sight of my face. "What happened?" he inquired, opening the door wider to invite me inside.

Overwhelmed by my emotions, I began crying uncontrollably. Rafe enveloped me in his comforting embrace, guiding me into his room, where we sat on his bed. 

There, I unburdened myself, recounting everything that had occurred the previous night, including the distressing events involving my stepfather. Sharing the whole story felt like finally having someone firmly on my side.

After my confession, Rafe hugged me, not too tightly to avoid causing pain but with enough warmth to make me feel loved. I ended up staying at Rafe's house that night, mainly because he adamantly refused to let me return to my own house alone.

He walked over to his closet and retrieved a spare shirt, handing it to me. "You can change in here," he pointed to the bathroom across the room.

As I closed the bathroom door behind me, my cheeks flushed, and I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. Perhaps it was because, after everything that had happened with Matt and Jason, I wasn't accustomed to someone making me feel anything other than fear. Changing into his shirt, I returned to his bedroom.

He was sitting on the bed, absorbed in his phone. When he looked up as I entered the room, he made space for me on the bed and handed me a glass of water. I graciously accepted, taking a few sips. He then pulled the covers over my body, and we both laid on our backs.

As I lay there, my hand brushed against his fingers, and I felt my heart quicken. Just as I was on the verge of falling asleep, a noise outside startled me, causing me to sit up abruptly and accidentally bump into Rafe. My heart raced, and I struggled to catch my breath; it was the onset of a panic attack.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. It's just the storm outside," Rafe reassured me, speaking softly. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, guiding my body closer to his.

"Take deep breaths for me," he urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. Following his instructions, I inhaled deeply and exhaled, repeating the process five times.

"You're safe here, Y/n. I won't let anyone hurt you," he assured me. Eventually, I began to calm down, and we lay back down together. I threw my arm over him, cuddling in, and he reciprocated by hugging me tightly.

The following morning, I awoke to find Rafe setting up breakfast at the foot of the bed, and he greeted me with, "I thought you might be hungry?" as he extended the tray of food, which I eagerly accepted and placed on my lap, the sheets still modestly covering me, and the spread included French toast and waffles; as I concluded my meal, I reclined back in bed and drew the sheets over my face, prompting Rafe to ask,

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/n?" and in response, I lowered the sheet to just beneath my chin and confessed, "Considering everything I've endured, being here with you makes me feel safer than I've ever felt before," causing a blush to tinge my cheeks, to which he gazed into my eyes, smiled warmly, and reassured me

“I’m glad you feel safe here Y/n, I’d never want you to feel scared here. Your always welcome here, anytime!” He replied, slowly placing a loose strand of hair behind by ear. Looking into his eyes I got that feeling again, like butterflies but a more intense feeling. I really wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel his soft lips on mine, wanted to feel his hands roaming my body.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I just stared and smiled back at him. 

"I'ma take a shower real quick," he mentioned before heading into his bathroom, and I acknowledged with a nod as I gazed out the window; I rose from his bed and settled by the window, peering into my room, where I noticed my stepfather, Matt, entering.

I quickly concealed myself behind the curtain while still managing to observe him sifting through my belongings, even though I couldn't fathom what he might be searching for; I watched him pacing about my room, flinging my clothes and possessions about.

Then noticed him apparently engaging in a conversation with someone who seemed positioned near my bedroom door; slipping down from my concealed position behind the curtain,

I inched along the floor to another curtain and carefully raised myself to uncover the identities of the individuals outside; my eyes widened as I glimpsed Matt and Jason engaged in an intense argument, leaving me bewildered as to why Jason was present, what their intentions were, and how Matt had come to be in my room in the first place.

Numerous unanswered questions swirled in my mind, and I realised that they wouldn't be promptly addressed; remaining concealed, I continued observing the unfolding scene, as Jason paced around my room with his hands on his head, while Matt vociferated at him, until Jason finally took a seat on my bed and glanced in my direction.

I quietly slid down the curtain and sidled along the wall to gain a different vantage point, whereupon Rafe returned from the bathroom, attired in sweatpants, and inquired about my position on the floor.

I raised my index finger and directed it just beneath his window, indicating the scene outside, and Rafe approached to inspect it further; he observed two men embroiled in an argument within my room.

He looked down at me and signalled you to craw along the floor over to him. I did as he instructed, crawling along the floor not too high so they couldn’t see.

I reached him and he pulled me up. My hands slid up his toned body, feeling the grooves in his chest. Finally looking up to his face, he mouthed “Who are they?” 

As we clung to each other, I responded, "Matt, my stepdad, and my ex, Jason." He then wrapped his arms around my neck, offering a gentle embrace, and my arms naturally circled his waist, my fingers lightly trailing along his back.

I turned away for a moment, with his hand finding a resting place on my waist as we continued to watch the unfolding argument, and it was during this time that Jason retrieved a small round object from a photo frame on my bedside table, handed it to Matt, and engaged in a conversation with him.

Upon realizing what it was, I exclaimed, "It's a hidden camera!" My exclamation prompted me to whirl around to face Rafe, but as I moved, I inadvertently stepped into view of Matt and Jason, who immediately noticed me and rushed to the window; they then opened it and shouted,

"Y/n, we knew you couldn't have gone far."

Witnessing Matt and Jason exit my room and the house, and hearing their threats to break down Rafe's front door, I clung to Rafe's arm as we cautiously moved toward the front door, with a pressing question lingering in my mind.

I inquired, "What are you going to do?" just as Jason abruptly broke down the door and charged towards me, but Rafe swiftly intervened, tackling him to the ground. Following this, Matt entered the scene and watched Rafe land several blows on Jason's face.

Unbeknownst to me, Matt stealthily approached, and before I could react, his hands encircled my throat, hoisting me off the ground.

My hands instinctively grasped at his wrist, clawing in an attempt to loosen his grip. The pressure around my throat intensified, and my vision began to fade as my hands fell limply to my sides.

Rafe sprang into action when he saw Matt attempting to harm me, swiftly shifting from Jason to tackle Matt. He landed a powerful punch to Matt's nose, and as my eyes gradually reopened, I reached up to hold my neck, which was sore from the attack.

Rafe rushed over to help me sit up, propping me against the wall, his strong hand gently rubbing my shoulder. He anxiously asked, "Y/n, are you okay?" I nodded and replied, "Better now."

With his support, he lifted me to my feet and wrapped his protective arms around my waist. However, our relief was short-lived, as Jason suddenly clicked the safety off his gun, causing both of us to freeze.

Rafe immediately positioned himself in front of me, shielding me from the menacing weapon. Jason proceeded to berate me, claiming that I could have avoided this ordeal if I had just acquiesced to his demands, stating that he could have used me to obtain money from my father before subjecting me to further suffering.

He was on the brink of pulling the trigger when the sound of a car screeching to a halt distracted him long enough for us to seize the opportunity and escape through the back door.

We sprinted as fast as our legs could carry us, but exhaustion eventually forced me to stop. Rafe halted beside me, gently picking me up, and together, we made our way to the Country Club.

There, Rafe arranged for a hotel suite under the name of his best friend, Topper. After obtaining the key card, we entered the suite, where Rafe handed me a cup of water from the bathroom.

I took the water and pulled him down to sit beside me, expressing my gratitude, "Thank you for what you did," a sincere smile lighting up my face.

“I would do it all again for you” he said as he looked into my eyes than down to my lips and back up again. I leant in and our lips brushed against each others, cupping his hand around my face as our lips connect, gentle at first before he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

As I rolled my hips against with clothed crotch, I felt that feeling that happens whenever I’m around him. The feeling of wanting his hands all over my body. Having him eat me out and wanting him inside me.

He stands and flips me over so that he’s hovering over me. I move up the bed more and he follows. I pull at the hem of his shirt and he pulls it off his one hand over his head. He pulls my top off and starts kissing down my collar bone till he reaches my covered breasts.

“Can I?” He questions and I nod. He unclips my bra and throws it away. He sucks against my shoulder as his hands slid to my breasts squeezing them.

“So Beautiful” he mumbles in to my neck. He starts rolling my nipples between his fingers taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking on them. Moans escape my lips as I lift my left leg around him to get more friction.

He comes back to my lips inserting his tongue in and swirling it around. “Rafe- I need to - I need to tell you something!” I said moaning away as he caressed my boobs.

“You can tell me anything” He said before hovering and looking at me.

“I’ve never done this before- had sex I mean.” I spoke softly, fingers dragging down is chest. 

“Do you want me to stop?” “No” I say quickly leaning up to capture his lips. Slowly undoing his drawstring and sliding down his sweat pants revealing his huge cock. I gulped seeing the length and size.

I took his cock into my hand and start stroking up and down, slowly rubbing my thumb over his tip and sliding the pre cum leaking out along his length. His fingers came to my shorts and unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down my legs and throwing them on the floor.

He then hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them off lightly. His hands ran back up my legs, slowly opening my knees, to reveal my dripping cunt. He swiped his thumb over clit causing my hips to lift.

He pushed me back down and dove in, his tongue attached to my clit. My mouth fell open and moans escaped me. “Feels so good” I breathed out closing my eyes.

“Good baby wanna make you feel so good.” His hands slid down my thighs and he starts rubbing my clit slowly. “Fuck Rafe” I moaned and he started rubbing faster, his arm hooking around my leg to lift and place on his shoulder.

He gently slid a finger into me, while stroking himself in preparation. I heard a whimper leave his lips as he felt how tight I was. After only a few minutes of his fingers I could feel my stomach turning ready for my release.

He knew this as well by how I squeezed his fingers. “Cmon baby cum on my fingers, cum f’me.” He whispered seductively watching as I let go all over his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his mouth sucked all my juices off. 

He palmed himself a few times before lining himself up with my cunt. “Are you sure?��� He asked hesitantly waiting for me to respond. I nod in response. “I need words baby” .......... “Yes!”

He pushed in slowly, rubbing soothing circles on my outer thighs. My mouth fell open and my fingers dug into his biceps. Feeling my walls clench around him, it was stopping him from going in further.

“Just relax, take a breath.” He whispered into my ear. Following his suggestion, I took a deep breath and breathed out, he managed to slid in all the way. He was so big and I felt so full.

He stayed still, waiting for me to adjust to the size. I gave a him look that he could start moving, his cock sliding in and out. My walls clenching down on him with every thrust. He began speeding up the pace, and was left a moaning mess. I felt him twitch inside me and that's when I knew he was getting close. 

He hoisted one of my legs up onto his shoulders to hit me at a new and deeper angle. He brought his fingers to my clit and rubbed circles, making me release all over his cock. He wasn’t far behind at I felt his cock twitch again.

Just as he was about to let go he pulled out and he shot hot cum ropes on to my boobs. He continued rubbing my clit slowly as I came down from my high.

“That felt so good” I whispered to him. He smirked and laid beside me.

“I belong with you Rafe” I say turning on my side and wrapping an arm around his waist and letting my leg rest onto of his leg.

“You belong with me.” He whispered as I fell asleep in his arms.

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The Gift (5b of 15) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 5 You're Doing That On Purpose (Part A) next: Chapter 6 Help a Friend Ao3 Link - Chapters will be updated ahead of Tumblr Content: 1.3K words, CW: As part of my mlm and wlw loving relationships, the term dyke is used as an affectionate way to tweak Robin's pig-tails.

Last chapter, Steve and Eddie came to an understanding and formed a deeper start to their friendship. This chapter, Eddie just wants to convince Steve about which film to watch on movie night (Part A) and Robin wants to mock Steve about the two of them flirting while his connection to the ethereal makes itself known (Part B).

Chapter 5(b) You're Doing That on Purpose

"...All right, then. Since your band of dogs are happy, let’s do the hobos.” He feels a flash of triumph as he hears Eddie’s bark of laughter at Steve continuing the bit. “Movie night is at my place, Friday.”

“Fantastic my lovely, dear liege,” Eddie affects a bow. “I’ll shall bring the brews. My Madam Buckley, farewell.” She sticks her middle finger up at his blown kiss. Eddie leaves, chuckling under his breath, Family Video's door bell ringing after him.

Steve pushes the now empty trolley back to the counter, looking up to see Robin’s face doing that thing. The Bangles tape smoothly segues into a mix of acoustic and electronic guitars, Susanna Hoff sings of longing to give her partner what they want, if only they knew what they needed. Steve ignores Robin to bob his head along to the catchy tune.

Under the pressure of her gaze, he eventually says, “I don’t know what you mean.”

She stares harder at him, even more amused.

Steve crosses his arms, “It’s just nice having a friend that’s not obsessed with only black and white films.”

She sighs, “You troglodyte.”

“Dyke.”

“Ken doll.”

“Trumpet… blower. Fuck.”

Robin sounds out a sad trumpet noise of failure accompanied by what he’s sure are the correct finger movements.

“Wait, something about fingering?”

“Nope, you lose. Hand it over.”

Steve reaches over to the candy display and plucks out a packet of Junior Mints that he’ll pay for later. Throws it gently to Robin because, while the girl can kick a soccer ball with a mean right foot, she can’t catch to save her life.

Case in point, he thinks fondly, watching her fumble, but not drop, the box.

“But,” she says around a mouthful of mint and chocolate, “you’re flirting with him.”

“I am not,” Steve protests.

“Okay, he’s flirting with you.”

“He is not,” Steve says even more firmly.

“Oh, Steve,” she simpers in a high voice that sounds nothing like a man, let alone Eddie. Flips her dark blonde hair back as if it’s longer, “You just have to come and sit with me in a dark room and watch my favourite movie. And you’re so smart and pretty, Steve.”

“Eddie never said I’m pretty.” Steve pushes the new releases onto the trolley, even though there are only four of them.

“Are you pouting?” Robin laughs.

“I’m not,” he is not. “And it’s not just me, you’ll be there too. That isn’t exactly a hot and heavy scenario, Robin.” Steve very calmly points out, moving towards the New Release section with his back facing her.

“Oh, I’m not going to be there.”

“What?” Steve exclaims, swivelling to stare back at Robin, nerves inexplicably shooting through his fingers nearly causing him to drop Stand by Me.

“I’ve got a date with Vickie.”

“What?” He repeats in an entirely different tone, throwing the case aside with a clatter to rush back to the counter.

Robin leans over, her face close to Steve’s. “I did it!” She whirls in place, “And she said, get this – I’d love to.”

“Hell yeah, of course, she’d love to. What’d I say–”

“53 minutes and 5 seconds,” they both chorus.

Robin’s blue eyes shine. “She didn’t say much about the ex, but she was talking about how she’s looking for something different. And she looks at me, right.” Steve nods, engrossed. “I know I’m not the best with social cues, but she stops suddenly and says in this tone, ‘really different.’” Robin shivers, “her voice was so sexy.”

“And then,” he urges.

“I said ‘I can be something really different.’”

“No!”

“Yes! It just came out.”

“Robin!” He shakes her by the shoulders, “You smooth mother, you.”

Robin spits her hair out and grins, “So yeah, it’s just you and Munson on Friday.”

“Whatever,” he grins rolling his eyes. Robins’ way off, even though he’s proud of her.

Steve puts it all out of his mind, though he does make sure to clean the living room up a little. Just a bit of vacuuming and wiping down the tables. If he’s having people over, he should make sure the place is nice. And Eddie deserves nice.

He needs to order them some pizza on the day. Eddie likes mushrooms, he remembers from their last movie night with the others.

Thank Christ the kids aren’t coming, or he’d have to go through another slew of horror films. He loves Jack Nicolson, but the guy had thoroughly creeped him out, let alone that river of blood through a damned elevator. Who even thinks of something that terrible?

His mental grumbling continues as he gets ready for bed, pulling back the sheets and resting his head against the cool, navy pillow. He has enough nightmares from the Upside Down, he drowsily thinks.

Although, the benefit of Knowing that Vecna is done is that he’s been able to fall asleep a lot easier than he used to. He doesn’t even need his nail bat under the bed anymore, it’s safely stored in the trunk of his bimmer instead.

As the wisps of sleep take hold an image starts to play under his closed eyelids. Strange, Steve thinks distractedly, why would he dream of Eddie’s Uncle Wayne?

Wayne, who he'd briefly encountered at the hospital, appears on a sagging brown couch. He rolls a coffee mug between his palms, a brightly coloured yellow heart is printed on the porcelain while a curl of steam winds above it. Wayne’s brows furrow in concern as he says something that Steve can’t hear. The dream is silent, a detail that doesn’t strike him as odd in his half-awake state.

The older man looks up and the perspective shifts to a boarded-over ceiling in the corner of the room, revealing that this is Eddie’s trailer. Plywood is neatly nailed against the light apricot surface, a protective measure against the hole open to the elements but, thankfully, no longer connected to the Upside Down. Steve begins to realise, with growing unease, that he isn’t merely dreaming but witnessing an ongoing event.

Wayne’s arms fold around him and suddenly Steve’s head turns to the side, his vision obscured by long, loose curls that bear a striking resemblance to Eddie’s dark hair. Panic surges through Steve, who bolts upright in bed, eyes flying open. But the vision persists, overlaying what he can see of his bedroom, the middle between left and right muddled by the combination of the two sights.

This isn’t just a dream, he’s seeing through Eddie’s sight in real-time, a connection forged by the hazel eye that had given back Eddie his life.

Steve’s mind races with confusion. Is what is happening even possible? He pinches himself, hoping to jolt himself out of this bizarre experience. The image wavers but persists. He pinches himself again, hissing in pain, and the vision flickers once more.

Okay, something physical, maybe a little painful. Something to get him out of his head.

Steve laces on his sneakers, not bothering to pull on a jacket over the shorts and shirt he’d worn to bed and throws himself out of the house, only stopping to grab his keys. Determinedly he starts to run, slapping the soles of his shoes against the familiar paved path and pushing his mind to break this strange connection.

The heat of the summer night presses down on Steve, the air like soup in his lungs, and the burning amber of the street lights pass by in one long blur. At first, the combination of his vision creates a small sense of vertigo, but Steve persists.

And miraculously, it works. Wayne’s sad smile is the last image he sees before the image wavers and blinks out. Steve concentrates on the rhythm of his breathing and working his burning muscles, grounding himself in the present, and following the easy asphalt surface back to his home.

As he reaches the front yard, his pace slowing and adrenaline ebbing, Steve can’t ignore the weight of what just happened. He forces his breathing to calm while looking up at the silver of the round moon in the clear night sky, the pearly orb a mirror reflection of his left eye.

Steve can feel that this vision is connected to the ethereal, not a part of the earth or the sky. It is something inherently linked to his soul and body. Yet, as he absently reflects on the use of a full moon for rituals of transformation, a chilling realisation continues to creep over him: he has no idea how this happened or what it may mean.

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Before We Begin: A story from A Tav and Their Rogue Summary:

This is based on a HC I have with my own tav. That said, I did not write any gender or attributes in here so you can visualize it as your tav/you! Enjoy! I have a story i'm writing that's a bit of some smut but I needed to get this out there first. Just a convo between her and Astarion. the smut one i'll finish up and get out asap!

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It was a lovely clear night at the Grove. Your party had settled in for the night and you went wandering around. The group had just made it this morning to the Grove in hope for answers. Sadly, there were none. Just another quest to find another person.

 It had already been about two tendays since this adventure had all started at the nautiloid and you had grouped together others like you. Everyone seemed to have their own baggage and possible horror story to them. Bits and pieces would come out and just last night one of your companions was found out to be a vampire. You rubbed your neck where said vampire had taken his meal from you.

You walked down to the creek where you saw the bear earlier and came across Astarion look out toward the sky. He heard your footsteps and turned towards you. 

“Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude.” You smile at him and go to leave.

“You can stay darling. It would be nice to have your company.” He patted the rock he was sitting on inviting you over. 

You walk and sit next to him. It was pretty close and you were unsure of yourself in this moment. This man had spent the better of the two tenday flirting with you insistently. It was maddening how much of an effect it had on you. 

“I’m actually glad you are here Astarion. I wanted to talk to you alone.”

“Oh how scandalous. And what would our leader need with little ol me?”

“I need to know what your intentions are.”

“My intentions?”

“Yes. You have been the most horrific flirt I have ever been around and I can’t tell how true you are being about it. Or if you’re just fucking with me.”

You could tell this caught him off guard and that he was thinking of what to say. He turned to face you with the most honest look you’ve seen so far on him. 

“A bit of both. You’re adorable when you flush and so it spurs me on.”  He shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve not had any sort of relationship since becoming a vampire. So truth be told I don’t know what that looks like. You, however, make me want to find out.”

“I can live with that. I just.” I let out a huff. “I do like the flirting by the way. And I too would like to see where this goes. But you should know somethings about me first. If you decide then that it’s not something you want to deal with. Then we will just stay friendly.”

“Deal. Though I don’t think I’ll be delving into my own secrets tonight if that’s all right with you.” He smiled and moved some of my hair behind my ears. 

“Oh that’s fine! We can find out more about each other going forward but this could be a deal breaker so it needs to be said first.” 

“You seem scared of whatever it is. I’m a big boy I can deal with it.”

“You’d be the first man to do so if that’s the case. I’ve had many walk away.”

“Well out with it darling. It can’t be any worse than the potential of having tentacles sprouting out of your face.” He wiggled his fingers down in front of his face with a grin. You give him a small shove on the shoulder and laugh. 

“I’ve got a kid back home waiting for me. He’s eight. He’s wonderful and smart. Of course I’d brag since I’m his mom but he truly is and I miss him so much right now.”

Astarion shuffles again next to her. Your face falls as you just know that again no one would want to come into a relationship like this. 

“No wonder you’ve been such a good leader. You got that maternal energy going on. But you were really worried I’d freak out over this?”

“Everyone else I’ve tried to have a relationship with has. That’s why I didn’t want this to go further if it’s not something you can handle.”

“So no father in his life? No crazed ex lover I’d have to worry about?” He chuckles at the thought. 

“Ah. Yes that’s the other thing. The guy who knocked me up was a scumbag. Lured me into thinking we would get married. Stole the dowry my family had and left me pregnant. I haven’t seen hide nor hair since he snuck out that night.” 

There was a brief bit of silence between the two of you. He seemed to be mulling it over before speaking again. 

“Well darling. As you can see I am not running away. I’m sorry you had a shit experience with other so called men. I can’t promise I will be the best. But I’d like to try. 

“Really?!” You sat up straighter with a huge smile on your face. “Oh. There is one more thing though.”

“Are you sure you’re not deliberately trying to scare me off now?”

“No, no. I promise it's nothing like that. But before tensions get higher than they have been getting, I’m not interested in just jumping in to having sex with you. The bastard that left me was the first and only I’ve ever had. I’m not experienced in the least and I just want to take things slow. The idea of sex kinda scares me after that. I also really hate what motherhood did to my body. So I’m a bit self conscious. ”

“You are full of surprises! Alright darling I can understand that. Though it is a most novel idea for me to sustain from sex.”

“We just got to build up the trust between each other first. We can start like this.” You out your hand out to him. He tentatively reached out lacing your fingers together. 

You both sit there like that for the longest time watching the stars. He walks you back to your camping area and places a small kiss to your forehead before leaving you at your tent. 

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings pt. 3

so many things have happened that led me here, and i’m glad they did because i don’t know what i’d be doing if i wasn’t here. 

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader  wc: 1.3k  warnings: swearing i guess? nothing drastic

part two • part four

“where’s jordan?”

“in her room on the phone with shawn, is everything okay?”

“i need to talk to her.”

without as much as a hello to your aunt, you kicked off your sneakers barely remembering to take off your purse and put it next to the front door before tripping your way upstairs, stopping abruptly in front of your cousin’s door. jordan was your life line. and in times like this one, where you didn’t know what the fuck to do, she was the person you needed to talk to.

“jordan.” knock knock knock, “jordan.” knock knock knock. “jordan.” knock knock--

jordan spoke up through the closed door. “can it wait?”

“it's a lowkey sos moment.”

“shit, shawn i’ll call you back babe, okay? okay, love you.” moments later, the door flew open. “are you okay?”

you pushed past your cousin, sitting on her bed. “i think my boss is flirting with me.”

“i’m sorry… what?”

“and i might have invited him out for drinks on friday.”

jordan pulled a face, trying to wrap her mind around everything. “i feel like we skipped ten chapters here.”

“i only met him this morning.”

“yes, we definitely missed some chapters. i’ll fetch the bacardi, yeah? tell me everything.”

jordan reached down into her wardrobe drawer, pulling out a bottle of bacardi she kept in there for times like this. she sat down on the bed next to you, both of you sitting criss-cross applesauce as your knees touched. she poured herself a nice glass of coke, or as jordan liked to call it, a fizzy, the bacardi going in seconds later. as that was happening, you were trying to figure out where to begin. she had known you were working at the daycare for a while, about five months now to be exact, but to what extent your job was, you weren't sure she knew.

��where do you want me to start?”

“from the beginning.”

“okay but like, the beginning beginning, or the beginning?”

“just tell me the story already!” she playfully pushed your shoulder.

“so, bright beginnings. i got hired what, five months ago now? by a dude named john. old dude, probably should have retired years ago, old. but he’s sweet, you know? lovely little fella.”

“yes, i was there the day you came home, i happened to be back from class early.”

“right. so flash forward to probably about two weeks ago, without warning this dude just retires. i mean, good for him but like, yikes. so me and the girls, our group chat is blowing up because we don’t have a boss, right?”

“right.”

“wrong.” you smirked. “unbeknownst to us, john had talked to his family friend’s ex husband to take over the daycare.”

“and he’s your new boss?”

“correct. so we didn’t know if we even had a boss for a while but like, we knew someone had stepped in because the office door was closed and john never closed the door. those two weeks go by and guess who gets sick today.”

“uh….”

“the twins. the ones that i adore. riley got sick. came down with a fever today. so i had to call her dad because her mom is an absolute piece of shit.”

“yes, we’ve been over this quite a few times.”

“you’ll never guess who her dad is.”

“a famous movie star?”

“no!” you hit her leg excitedly. “he’s the fucking boss!”

“no way.”

“yes way. he was stuck in the office working on get this, divorce papers.”

“okay, so he’s single. what’s his name, lets look him up.”

“joe. uh.. joe quinn. are you sure you want to-”

“i know i want to, darling. i’m the queen of facebook stalking- oh my fucking god, he is hot!”

you looked over to jordan’s phone, which had his facebook pulled up. his profile picture was him with the twins, and his banner was a picture of what seemed to be the three of them on a walk, but it was most definitely professionally taken. he had a few public posts, mainly about the daycare and how much progress it was making, and a few from what looked to be his university days. the first thing jordan did was go to his about me section, scrolling straight to when his birthday was. january 26th. an aquarius. a lot of his public tagged posts were with either julia from when they were together- and it seemed she had already forgone quinn and went back to her maiden name - and a few from a guy named wesley. before you could protest, jordan clicked on wesley’s profile, going straight to his feed. it seemed he was close to wesley, as he was in a lot of the pictures with the twins as well.

“so he’s single, has kids and has a social life. good to know.”

“and he’s hot! what’s stopping you, y/n?” jordan looked over to you with a wild look in her eyes.

“he’s my boss, jordan, that’s what.”

“then why are you flirting with him?”

“i don’t know!” you dramatically flopped back onto the bed, your arm draping over your eyes. “i really don’t know! i’ve never done this before.”

“flirted? i damn well know you’ve flirted with multiple men before.”

“flirted with my boss, jor. i don’t know what’s gotten into me! and fuck, i invited him out with the girls on friday and-”

“okay so it’s not just the two of you, the girls are going?”

“as of right now, it's me, lucille and lauren for sure. probably donna too, but she left earlier than we did so we’re not sure.”

“think of it this way, you can use it as an excuse to get to know your boss better.”

“over drinks?”

“did he say yes?”

“well he didn’t say no…” you trailed off. “fuck, he’s coming to drinks on friday isn’t he?”

“i’d like to think he would be, but you’ll have to tell me. you’re not backing out of this now, you invited him!”

“i’m not gonna back out of it.”

“this is you, y/n, you were gonna. i know that tone of voice.”

you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up. “fine. i was gonna say last minute we had a family thing. fuck you for knowing me too well.”

“fuck you for being friends with me since we were two.” jordan rolled her eyes. “well, i’m beat, i’m going to bed.”

“no you’re not,” you gave jordan a pointed look as you walked to the door. “you’re gonna go stalk his facebook.”

“yeah, you’re right. i’ll let you know if i find anything important!”

                                                            ---

the morning came too fast for your liking, and you pulled up to bright beginnings nice and early, seeing as you were one of the three girls who were full time. you all took turns doing opening shifts, and lucky you, today was your day. it appeared you had gotten here before joe and the twins, meaning you had time to check your makeup and make sure you looked decent without being judged.

that was, until you heard a set of familiar giggles coming up the way.

“riley! thomas!” you bent down to their level and let them run into your arms. “good morning my angels!”

“sorry, i looked down for one second to try and find my keys and they took off running.”

“good thing i was here, huh?” you looked up to joe. “oh i already have my keys out, don’t worry. i just got here to open.”

“alright, angels, lets let ms. y/n open the door, okay? come to daddy.”

you got the door open and the kids ran inside, leaving you and joe. you looked at him, realizing in that moment he wasn’t wearing one of his normal suits.

“you’re wearing jeans.”

joe laughed. “can’t run after the fastest mile holder in a designer suit, now can i?” he paused. “you do your opening stuff, i’ll go play with the kids for a few. take your time, yeah?”

“yeah. i will.”

you went around to the desk to grab everything you need, a sly smile forming as you watched joe go into the play area to play with the kids.

yeah, you were fucked.

[oinkawater]

So, your oikawa fics are honestly amazing! I was hoping I could request one based on the song heartbreak hotel by Abigail Barlow where oikawa is trying to woo the reader but she rejects him constantly. Thank you!

oh no it’s been so long since i’ve posted

i stopped watching haikyuu for a while and i kind of fell out of writing! but here i am, and i am back with big plans!

i’d just gotten over a breakup earlier this year so this piece is actually pretty relatable for me haha... 

keep the requests coming!!

You stare wide-eyed at the bouquet of flowers that were held to your face. Your attention slowly focuses on the man holding them. It had just dawned upon you, after two long weeks.

Oikawa Tooru had been flirting with you. How could you have been so oblivious?

"Oikawa-kun," you trailed off.

Almost immediately, the hand falls to his side. His fist clenches over the stem of the flowers. “Have I misread the signs? Did I misinterpret the vibes between us?”

In all honesty, you had just gotten broken up with nearly three weeks ago. Oikawa came prancing into your life over a common interest when you bumped into each other in the gym. You enjoyed the company, if you were going to be honest.

The one thing you hadn’t intended on doing was leading the poor guy on. It hadn’t occurred to you that you might have while you were busy keeping your mind off of your ex.

“No, it’s not like that at all!” You quickly came to your own defence. You threw your hands up to shake them to dismiss his doubt. “It’s just that...”

As far as everyone knew, you had just woken up one day and shut yourself out from everybody else. You’d come into the gym and ignore everyone. You would go to class, do your allocated work and go straight home - the entire day without talking to anybody at all.

You just started coming out of your shell after you’d bumped into Oikawa. You’re even getting proper sleep again, and you’re eating as much as a normal college student should be.

He tilts his head in confusion. “What is it?”

You sigh, “I’m getting over a breakup right now. It’s only going to be a month.”

He raises his eyebrow. “Do you want to get back together with him?”

Just three days ago, you were still lying in bed crying over the loss you’ve been mourning over for weeks. But today was different. You’d woken up feeling better than the other days that followed getting dumped. Things just seemed to be a lot brighter than before.

“Of course, I don’t.”

He folds his arms over his chest and rubs his chin. He pouts his lip out as he goes into a deep thought.

Now you start to feel like you should defend yourself. “It’s not that you’re not a great guy, Oikawa-kun! It’s just that I’m not fully over my ex yet and I simply don’t think that you deserve someone who is unsure of their feelings right now.”

You angle your head in a way to catch his gaze. To your surprise, he only continue to look further down to the ground where it would be impossible for you to make eye contact. “I just don’t know exactly what I feel for you right now. I like being with you and spending time with you is always the highlight of my week. I just don’t think you deserve someone who is not sure.”

He hums and nods, seeming to understand what you’d just said. “Do you want me to take a step back?”

You like the attention, if you had to admit. You love the warmth he gave to you every time he was there to keep you company. It’s just that you are not sure of anything right now. 

It’s only just starting to come back together for you.

How were you so sure that this wouldn’t end up with you in a fit of rage and a puddle of tears in a few months?

“I really enjoy being with you. I just don’t want to be the one that keeps you waiting when there are other opportunities out there. People who are ready for you.”

He shakes his head. “If you can’t say to my face confidently that you do not want me, then I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He grins, takes a step forward and then held up the flowers to your face again. “You’re too fucking good for me to let go of.”

You snatch the flowers from his hands and grumble under your breath. “Okay, fine. But we go at my pace, got it?” You raise an eyebrow fiercely. “I have too much going on and having a boyfriend is a lot of commitment that I’m just not all for right now.”

His lips stretch into a wide smile. “Anything is worth it for you.”

[introvertedghostboy]

This is gonna be kinda long, I apologize; I just needed some place to spew this out and just get my thoughts out of my system a bit and reflect more

My therapist and I have been working a lot on my CPTSD in relation to my abusive ex girlfriend. It’s been 5 years since I left that relationship; however; it’s been a month since I have interacted with her. She had shown up at my house and had a mental breakdown. I had just gotten home from hanging out with my friends that weekend and was packing for a short trip to PA when she showed up. My parents were thankfully not home but my friend Cammie was with me, she came outside and saw I was hugging J as she was crying inconsolably. She ended up driving us to the ED and I stayed with J until they took her back for an evaluation.As much as I was fighting with my body that was in fight-flight-or-freeze mode, my biggest concern was J. And I’ve had to pick that apart a lot more lately.

J and I were together 3 years. I really did love her. I saw her as the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We had faced a lot as a couple; we had a 14 year age gap & we both had the same mindset of “It’s our relationship not theirs”. We both were aware of the reality that not everyone has that mindset.We supported each other through telling our loved ones and knowing there might be tension,awkwardness,etc. and how to approach it. I moved in with her after graduating high school which was an adjustment as she had lived on her own for quite some time. The good thing was that we both were really looking for that kind of commitment. And It was, at the time, a good arrangement as J only lives about 5 minutes from my house and it meant I could still be present in my younger sister’s life as we had both grown up in a hostile environment with our parents. I supported J as she was in her MSN program and she supported me as I started Nursing School. We’d work on house projects together, she’d show me how to work on her trucks and motorcycles which was freaking awesome; I became very close with her friends and family; as she did with my family (again the ones who supported us), we had adopted a dog together and things just felt right.

However, As time went on, J became abusive. She’d throw things at me, hit me, choke me and verbally attack me. She used to track me with a phone app and if I was late by even a few minutes from work she would berate me,slap me, and give me silent treatments. She had access to my bank accounts, my social media and electronics. I’m fine with people having access to my phone, I don’t hide shit but if a female friend liked my photo it was seen as flirting and she’d physically attack me. She began to isolate me from my friends and I could only hang out with her friends. About midway through our relationship I had my top surgery and it allowed me to feel more confident in myself and was at first a boost in our sex life. I take things pretty slow and would say I’m not a very sexual person really like yeah I’ve engaged in it but I’m more of a cuddle and be near you type of person; kissing, hugs and cuddles are more my thing; but when it comes to sex I’m more dominant; it’s just my preference for that type of intimacy but she’d force me into being submissive and to have sex in a way I don’t really want which lead to even more difficulties in that area of our relationship.

Our relationship was toxic in many ways but again, I truly did love J and thought it was a rough patch for us; we’d make it through somehow.The physical,verbal,emotional and sexual abuse continued however there were times it happened less. Maybe things were starting to change. One of my classes was cancelled the one day and I figured I’d stop by the food store and make us something for dinner. We could watch a movie and maybe have a chill night in as she was off the next 2 days from work. I picked up her favorite flowers and everything I needed to make dinner. I walked in and it didn’t take long to know she wasn’t home alone. I walked up to our bedroom and found her in bed with a guy. I walked back downstairs and sat on the couch quietly. I didn’t really process it right away and I just felt defeated. She came down to the kitchen, saw me sitting there and I just looked at her with tears in my eyes. She told the guy to get out and she sat across from me. After a little while of just staring blankly at the floor and her sitting there with her arms folded looking irritated; she told me that it wasn’t the first time he was here and that he was more of a man than I’ll ever be. I ended up leaving and staying at a friends house for a few nights. My friend drove me back to the house a few days later and helped me pack my things in my truck. J pulled in the driveway as she had been out food shopping and saw I was packing. She looked at me and said “You worthless piece of shit. After everything we’ve been through over the years. No one will ever love you. You should do the world a favor, kill yourself.” -April 2019.

My therapist asked me “Why did you help her?” And I said “Because I’m always the person who truly means it when I say to anyone “If you ever need me, I’m here. Don’t hesitate to call me,text me; tell me to come get you or meet you somewhere. I will, because I understand what’s it’s like to feel alone, to feel yourself breaking but not be able to let the mask down. And I’ll sit with you through it. How can I best support this person is my mindset and is what I will do for almost anyone in my life.”

As of now, I’m still processing a lot from that incident itself and also struggling more with flashbacks,nightmares and detachment from a lot of people. This year has been the first year that I’ve tried being more social; I even started venturing back into the dating world within the past year and it’s been really vital for me to really dig deep into the trauma i endured in my last relationship in order to move forward. You can’t heal if you act like you’re not hurt. I’ve met a few people who I’ve really liked but it’s been challenging to navigate since I’ve had to constantly remind myself “They aren’t J”. It’s like I said to my therapist: the combination of being autistic,traumatized, dysphoric, and on the asexual spectrum (I’m demisexual) just gangs up and makes me feel like a burden. And to also be dealing with chronic illnesses that are impacting me physically has made me feel useless and not worthy of love. One of the quotes I told my therapist recently was “I was scared to let people close for two reasons. One being the damage they could see and the other being the damage they could cause” and that is something I’m trying so hard to address.

[ahundredtimesover]

A Still Day or A Hurricane (11) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: single mom lawyer!OC x pastry chef!Jungkook; angst, fluff, smut; age gap

Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; single parenthood, motherhood; mention of a sexual harassment case; explicit sexual content (making out, straddling, ass slapping, oral (m & f receivin), protected sex, OC hates kinky pet names, love bites (18+)

Chapter Word count: 16.2k

Status: Completed

Series summary: Driven by your perfectionist attitude and need to have everything in order, you planned that by age 30, you’d have made junior partner, bought your own apartment, and have children. You achieved them, of course, and while the last bit required you to take matters into your own hands - no thanks to your ex-boyfriend who dumped you but to your best friend who directed you to a fertility clinic - you’re now a 31-year old who pretty much has her life under control. You’re ready to raise your child on your own, that is, until the 20-something pastry chef flirts his way into your heart, messing up the perfect little life you worked so hard to have for yourself.

A/N: 2 to go! I hope it’s been a fun ride for you who joined me on this journey!

Listen to: When You Love Someone (Day6), By My Side (Junny), Love Like That (LambC) || Playlist 🎶

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“Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day when Atty. Kim ___ would be openly and shamelessly flirting with one of my own,” Hobi smirks as he sits across from you in your favorite corner at Blue Side, laughing as he watches you bite your lips and hold back a smile while Jungkook tries to show off his coffee-making skills, smirking as he goes.

“And you, little angel,” the cafe owner continues, tickling Heejin who’s in a high chair. “What do you think of your Mama being all giddy about it?”

“Oh, she’s getting used to it. Getting used to him, actually,” you reply, cocking your head towards Jungkook who’s now boxing some eclairs for a to-go order but who cheekily smiles at you when he catches your eyes again. 

“And how does that make you feel?” Hobi asks, sipping the iced americano he can’t go a morning without. “Also, can I just say? I love how you’re not denying anything. About time.”

“Okay, well there was nothing to deny before,” you correct, but feeling good that you’re able to properly talk about this with Hobi. “You know how things were for me, and Jungkook just didn’t fit into it. He was okay with being my friend but I knew he wanted more and I couldn’t give him that.”

“And what about now?”

“I think I can. This little angel and I finally can,” you smile, mirroring your friend’s sweet and infectious one.

“Who would’ve thought that my impulsive Singapore trip that one year would lead me to meeting Jungkook in the hotel where he interned and I got to snatch him up… only for him to, well, be my best asset and also be the reason why my favorite customer is as happy as she is right now,” he chirps. 

“You’re glowing, ___. And Jimin says the same. I’m so glad it’s working out with you and Jungkook. I won’t say I’m not surprised because the kid is relentless, but he cares about you and Heejin so much. It makes me emotional just thinking about it.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, you know how he is. Jungkook is a ball of joy and innocence - for the most part, at least - and he’s just always taken life so lightly, so carelessly, searching for that next high, content with what he finds and what he loses. But ever since you and Heejin came around, things started to matter more for him,” Hobi narrates, like a proud older brother. 

“He likes to joke around all the time but with you taking him seriously, trusting him, believing in him… that did a lot to him. Like he could be someone that another person can truly depend on, that they can trust, that they can one day love.”

You take in your friend’s words, thinking that as someone who’d taken a chance on Jungkook and who’d watched him grow professionally at this cafe, through the ups and downs of the job and what he had to go through because of you, this means a lot for him, too. Hobi and Jimin have always been cautious talking to you about Jungkook, not wanting to take sides nor push something to you knowing how you are. But with things looking up for you and the cheeky pastry chef, it seems that there’s more openness on their end this time. 

And Hobi is right. Jungkook likes to enjoy things. He likes to have fun and treat life like a wave that he rides through, like he can just get back to the surface if he falls into the water and he’d be laughing as he gets up because it was a pretty amazing wave. And you like that about him; you like that confidence in himself that he’ll be okay whatever happens, that what matters is he even gets to experience something remotely beautiful, and somehow, you get to watch him do that. 

He elicits a certain joy that’s child-like in a way but heartwarming, too. And he has that sense of wonder all the time. Whether he’s talking about some cave he explored during a trip somewhere, or narrating his multiple failed attempts before making the perfect napoleon, or going to a nearby beach to watch the sunrise, he looks at the world like it’s the first time he’s seeing it. And he makes you want to look at the world that way, too.

You can’t help but think that at some point, you took that away from him. Or at least, for the briefest moment when he was trying to get over you, the joy died down a bit. After the argument you had the other week about his neighbors and your own insecurity overwhelming you, you had time to think about all the things he said. 

He talks about losing you like it’s his biggest fear, and for all the times that you’d been the one left behind, to have someone be scared of not having you in their life is different. It’s quite transformative, too. 

“You know that I hurt Jungkook a lot, though,” you break out of your thoughts. “I can’t ever take those back.”

“I know. It’s easy to tell when his heart is breaking, too. Everyone kinda figures it out,” Hobi laughs. “We’ve had to talk a lot about that, what he was feeling and all, what he should and shouldn’t do. But all those times when it was hard, he did something harder - he kept still. He waited for you. This is a guy who rarely stops to think about what he’s doing and why and where he’ll go, but when it came to you, it was all he did.”

“Bet it was a new experience for you, huh?” You chuckle.

“Yeah, it was pretty heartbreaking. But I felt proud, too, in a way. It became clear to him what he wanted, what made him happy. And that was you and Heejin, and trust me, ___, he’s really happy. He’d talk about your weekend trips as if he’d never been to Nami or Seoul Forest before,” Hobi playfully shakes his head. 

“Oh, god. That is so embarrassing. We’ve become that couple,” you cover your face in shame, to your friend’s amusement. 

“Hey, it’s adorable!”

“What’s adorable?” Jungkook says, settling next to you as he places the breakfast croissant in front of you. “Me?”

“You being whipped for me and Heejin, according to Hobi,” you reply.

“Well, Dea tells me to shut up most of the time but at least the boss here thinks it’s cute,” Jungkook shrugs, bending to face Heejin and giving her a spoonful of strawberries. 

“Hmm,” Heejin hums with her eyes closed as if she didn’t have those last night.

“What do you say to Kookoo, bubba?”

“Thank you, Kookoo!” She smiles, giggling when Jungkook kisses her cheek multiple times. 

“You’re welcome, sunshine. Eat up, okay?”

Jungkook turns to you. “And you, too. You have a long day at work, so have this, then I’ll get you something for in-between meetings today.”

“What about my breakfast dessert?” You smile innocently.

“As an employee of this cafe who abides by the rules, I’m afraid I cannot give you free food, sorry,” he says teasingly. “You can suck up to my boss for that one.” 

“Ugh, pine after me again. I miss the days when you’d give me free dessert.” 

“You liar, you hated it!” He laughs, bending again to feed Heejin after she tugs his hand. 

“Maybe just a little,” you admit. “But fine. I’ll just wait for the next time you get inspired and need me to taste test. Now go focus on work. Hobi and I are gossiping about you.”

“Be nice,” he mouths before heading back to the kitchen. 

“I can’t decide if you two are like a married couple or teenage lovers,” Hobi chuckles. 

“We’re both, I guess. Depends on how I’m feeling,” you shrug. 

“It’s nice to see, though, you I mean.”

“It’s nice to experience it, too. After everything that’s happened, he lets me feel like I don’t need to apologize for who I am or what I’m not,” you share. “I don’t feel like I’m too much or not enough. Do you know how refreshing that is, to be exactly like myself and have someone who doesn’t feel threatened, who doesn’t ask for too much, who just… wants to be with me?”

“It is quite special, isn’t it?” Hobi smiles. “You and Heejin deserve all this, keep that in mind always.”

You nod in response, appreciating the friendship you’ve created with the radiant cafe owner that’s brought you here. 

You both proceed to talk about the past weekend you spent at an amusement park because Taehyung and Sun-hee just suddenly felt like it. Jungkook was the excited one, joining your siblings in all the rollercoasters but enjoying the most when he went on the carousel and teacup ride with you and Heejin. He had her on his shoulders as you walked around while she pulled his hair in excitement, and Hobi coos at all the photos and videos you show him.

You’re finishing feeding Heejin when Jungkook approaches you again with a plate of eclair. 

“This was this morning’s sample,” Jungkook says, side-winking at you but Hobi sees it anyway, earning both of you a high-pitched laugh. 

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you chuckle. 

You stop when you see your mother enter the cafe. She makes it to your table and greets each one, kissing Heejin on the cheek and then hugging Jungkook.

“Hi, Auntie. Are we going for pastry or French Toast this morning?” He asks.

“Oh, the French Toast, Jungkook!” Your mom chirps. “Still thinking about that one. Thank you, dear.”

“No worries. I’ll make it for you.”

Your mom settles on the seat next to Heejin. “So, this little one and I will cozy it up at home before we head out to lunch and some shopping. Do I drop her off at your place at night or you’ll pick her up?”

“I can pick her up at your place,” you respond. “I have a hearing in the afternoon and that might take a while.”

“Got it, honey. She and I will bond and have fun, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

You nod and then ready yourself to leave, kissing your mom and Heejin goodbye before walking to the counter with Hobi for your to-go order. Jungkook exits the kitchen with your mom’s order, scurrying to serve it to her then going back to you.

Dea hands you your coffee then Jungkook hands you a small box with some bite-size hazelnut-filled pastry. 

“Thanks for dropping by my office this morning, ___,” he says, putting on his customer service smile. 

“Well, I come for the desserts. And the coffee. They’re amazing,” you say. 

“That all?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“And the staff. Dea over there is a chick,” you say, earning you a wink from her, as you’ve both come to enjoy teasing Jungkook.

He stands there looking absolutely charming with a pout and though you’d give in easily, you’re still gonna keep him sweating. You wave a barely amused Jungkook goodbye and head out. 

[From: ___ 😍😍😍] Always love seeing you in the morning, Jungkook. I’ll call you when we get home, ok? Have fun at work! 😚

**

Jungkook secures Heejin in the car seat of his sedan, leaning by the open door as he watches her play with her deer stuffed toy, her new favorite after that trip to Nami Island you all had the other week.

She squeals as she raises her arms, and he knows she’s a little antsy. She expended so much of her energy running around at daycare, he was told, and she’s still got some left.

“We’ll get home and play all afternoon if you want, alright sunshine? But I made something for Mama over here so let’s ask her first if we can visit.”

It’s been months since the practice of Jungkook having at least one day a week of looking after Heejin. With the babysitter only able to come twice a week, usually anyone from your family or best friends offers but when the schedule is tight, daycare is your last resort. 

Heejin gets moody and demands attention most days, you said, so you prefer to have her there as little or as short a time as possible, and Jungkook always offers his afternoons. He was met with curious eyes the first time you endorsed him as one from a long list of guardians who can pick Heejin up but by now, all the workers know him already, mostly as the guy who spins the little girl around when she runs to him.

It’s a Thursday and Jungkook took the opening shift so he could pick up Heejin in the early afternoon. You’ll be meeting with witnesses in one of the cases you’re handling today, you’d said, and that might take a while. He knows it’s scheduled in two hours, and with how your stress level shot up yesterday after some challenges in the case, he wanted to get you something to hopefully cheer you up.

You’ve been craving cherry desserts recently so he made you some cherry and dark chocolate mini tarts this morning, which he decided to be the featured dessert at the cafe today. It was a hit and was wiped out by lunchtime so he knows you’re going to like it. Initially wanting to surprise you, he decided otherwise, since you might feel uncomfortable with him carrying Heejin and showing up at your office uninvited.

He’d texted to ask if he could call and he’s surprised to see you calling him instead.

“Hey, that was quick. You okay?” He asks, as he settles in the driver seat.

“Yeah,” you huff in what sounds like exhaustion. “Just having lunch while Park and I go over some things. Have you picked Heejin up?”

“Just now,” he responds. “And you’re just having lunch? It’s almost 3PM. Did you have at least something since you dropped by the cafe this morning?”

“Three more cups of coffee, actually. But I’m fine. It’s hard to think about food with all the stuff going on. So are you both okay? Did you need anything?”

“We’re fine. Just thought you’d have a bit of a mid-afternoon break so Jinnie and I can pass by,” he says, suddenly thinking it might not be a good idea. You’re busy, after all, and him passing by might not even help. 

“I made you something to nibble on but maybe we can just wait for you at home?”

“Oh, please pass by,” you almost plead, their presence the only breath of air you’ll have for the day. “I have some time before we leave and I’d love for you to come.”

“Okay, we’ll be there in a few,” Jungkook smiles, somehow excited at the thought that he gets to visit you at your office for something good, unlike the last time, then hangs up after you give him instructions. 

“So, he decided to tell you, after all,” Jimin chuckles from in front of you. “He was gonna surprise you with Heejin and asked me if it was okay but he got worried you might not be too happy about it.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask. 

“Maybe because you aren’t officially a couple and he might be imposing if he comes here with your daughter?”

“Is that what he thinks I’d think?” You wonder.

“Uh, yeah? It’s kinda weird. I almost think you’re rubbing off on him with how he’s thinking too much,” Jimin shrugs. “But you guys are… a couple, right?”

“I guess. But we haven’t really talked about it. Do we need a label for these things?” You furrow your brows.

“It’s not a label, ___. It’s just describing how you two are. I’d call you a family but I don’t know if you’re ready for that. I mean, are you?”

“Well,” you start, trying to make sense of all the thoughts in your head. “That’s kind of a loaded question, don’t you think?”

“It is, and an important one, too. Where else do you think this whole thing would lead? You didn’t go through what you did in three years just for you to be unsure of your endgame,” Jimin states. 

“It’s more like, I’m not sure if he’s ready for that,” you mumble. “Watching over Heejin and playing house is one thing. Actually being a father to her and my partner in this life is another. I mean, of course I’ve thought about it but he hasn’t really raised it. I’ve been taking things so incredibly slow but now I don’t know if he’s just matching my pace or if he hasn’t thought about our future, like not just what happens in the next 5 years but the next 10, and 20, and more.”

“You know, I’ve known Jungkook for a good few years. And if there’s anything new I’ve learned about him just in the last three since meeting you, it’s that he would do anything for you to be happy,” Jimin says. “Whether your happiness is with him or not is entirely up to you, but I swear it, ___, he’d give you and Heejin the world if you let him, and that means sharing his life with both of you for the next 5 years, 10, 20, and more.”

It’s easy to imagine that kind of life with Jungkook. The way life works is kind of amusing, you think, as over two years ago, you couldn’t picture him as part of yours then, but now, you can’t picture it without him in it. 

Much as you want to hold onto that thought longer, your phone ringing ruins it, especially once you learn what’s got one of your associates panicking. 

Outside of your room, Jungkook stands by the door with Heejin in his arms, who’s babbling as she hammers her bunny stuffed toy on his eyebrow piercing, something that she likes to do. It’s better than her trying to pull it off like those few times, so he just takes it.

“Hey, Heejin,” a familiar voice says.

Jungkook turns around. “Who’s that, sunshine?”

“Min!” She squeals, catching the attention of all the other employees in that side of the office.

“Hey, kiddo. Nice to see you here again,” Yoongi says, then faces Jungkook. “And you, too. Are you still going to surprise her?”

“Nah, I gave in and told her,” he chuckles. “Didn’t know what she’d think if the local cafe worker just dropped by her office with some desserts and her child.”

“More like, if the guy she’s super into just dropped by with sweets that will definitely make her happy and her daughter whom she trusts to spend the rest of the day with you?” Yoongi corrects. 

Jungkook shyly smiles, not missing the way his heart swells at your friend’s words.

“She’s been having a tough day. I’m sure seeing you and Heejin will make it better, even if just for a while.”

Jungkook nods, and before he can say anything else, he hears Jin call his name.

“Oh, good, you’re both here,” he pats Jungkook’s arm and greets Heejin. “She has a meeting with the witnesses later and she needs to be at her best. She’s been jittery and it’s unlike her. I know how you and this little one calm her down.”

Jungkook decides to bask in the thought of your colleagues knowing how he affects you later on, but right now, what matters is getting to you. He knocks on the door and it’s his friend who meets him.

“Hey, Kook,” Jimin smiles. “And hey little angel,” he caresses Heejin’s cheeks. “___ is just in a call but you can go inside.”

Entering the room, Jungkook takes in the simplicity and organization of it. You’re seated on your chair, phone on your ear while massaging your temples, clearly in a state of mild distress as you nibble your lips and take multiple long breaths. 

He looks around and smiles at the sight of the top of your shelf, with picture frames of you and Heejin, your family, your best friends. All your accolades and certificates are lined up on the second row, representative of what matters to you - even with how hard you work, your loved ones will always come first, but that doesn’t take away your commitment and passion for your job.

Jungkook stands by your table, carrying Heejin in a forward-facing manner now, just waiting for you to finish. He watches you state your case - some approach in speaking with the witnesses and instructing whoever’s on the other line on what to do, and it’s moments like this when he gets to admire you. It’s not you questioning a witness like those times he watched your trials on TV, but it’s the behind-the-scenes work that you’re doing, all the while ensuring that the people are safe.

“Make sure they’re okay, you hear me? We need them for this case but we need them safe and alive more than anything,” you say before hanging up. 

You look up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile, as if the world is slowly crashing around you but there’s Jungkook and Heejin who are the only stable things remaining. You get off your seat and walk towards them, wrapping your one arm around him and the other on your daughter, sighing in relief at their presence and warmth. 

“Hey, you,’ he whispers near your ear, the gruff tone sending another type of heat in your body. “You’ve got this, okay? And we’ve got you.”

You nod in response, briefly kissing his cheek then burying yourself in his embrace once more. You stand there with them for a few minutes, giving yourself this time to take the only breather you’ll have for the day. 

You release yourself from their hold; any more time and you wouldn’t want to let them go. 

“You said you got me something?” 

“Cherry tarts,” Jungkook says, as he hands you Heejin whom you hug tightly and who yells your name. 

“Oh, god. I’ve been craving cherry things,” you state, marveling at the pretty desserts in front of you. 

“I know, that’s why they’re the feature at the cafe today. They ran out quickly.”

“And I get to have these?” You pout. “Jungkook, I know Hobi’s my friend, too, but this is still a business. You can’t keep giving me these things that you sell at the cafe all the time.”

“It was the first batch, and Hobi doesn’t really mind. He knows how many of our items are inspired by you and it’s little payment for how much my mind gets going because of it,” Jungkook winks. 

“Fine,” you hum, taking a piece and feeling like crying at how good it is. “Seriously, you both and sweets are all I need. This is so good.” 

He chuckles as he hands you tissue and your glass of water. He cups your cheek as you look back at him, just letting his presence ground you like all the times it has. He kisses your forehead and your eyes close reflexively, as if you’re melting at the feel of him doing something so simple yet intimate like this. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling like you’ve lost your voice at how overwhelmed and grateful you are. “I needed this. Thank you for coming. And, uh, you can come whenever you want to.”

“Okay, good,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead again, this time lingering. “But we don’t want to keep you since you’ve got some badass, queen things to do. So do well today, okay? We’ll be home, waiting.”

You don’t expect those last four words to affect you the way they do, and they’re truly the most comforting thing you’d heard from him. It just sounds certain, so final, and it’s exactly what you need to get through the day.

“I’ll see you at home,” you smile, kissing his cheek this time. “I’ll see you both at home tonight.”

**

The rain is hitting hard against your windshield, and the only consolation is that it poured right when you and your team finished having dinner at a restaurant a few streets down the nearest parking space. It had been a long evening, indeed, primarily because after the big blow to your case, you all had to debrief and then restrategize while the earlier conversations are still fresh in your minds. You called Jungkook then, saying you’ll be late and he said he’d already given Heejin a bath, something he’d recently learned how to do on his own. 

Hitting a stop sign, your phone rings with Jin on the other end.

“You holding up okay?” He asks worriedly, something he tends to do when he knows you’ve got a case that hits close to home. 

“Somewhat. The team’s more level-headed about it than I am.”

“You trained good lawyers, then,” he responds in an effort to encourage you. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you mumble. 

“Let them do the groundwork and give yourself some time. You’re gonna figure it out. Also, I know it’s already been a tough day but don’t forget the conference that my father asked us to attend tomorrow morning,” he says, earning him a groan at the reminder. “Just take the afternoon off and get proper rest this weekend. That’s an order. I shouldn’t be receiving emails or messages from you once you leave the hotel tomorrow.”

“Got it, boss,” you tease, knowing he hates being called as such, then hang up.

You drag yourself to your apartment, your legs shaking from how much you’ve been pacing and walking all day, but knowing that on the other side of the door are the people you need to see and be with the most is what keeps you going.

The living space is dim, with but the accent lights turned on. Jungkook said he’d read Heejin a story and get her to sleep hours ago, and you wonder where he opted to stay. You push the half-open door of Heejin’s bedroom and your heart melts at the sight before you. 

Seated on the single sofa next to the toddler bed is Jungkook, his feet up on the ottoman, with Heejin sleeping soundly on his chest and her favorite blanket over her back. He’s securing her with his firm hold on her thighs while making sure she’s still got room to breathe, and you can’t help but smile at her squished cheek against him, her mouth slightly parted as always, her breathing soft and steady.

Jungkook’s head is lolled back, his mouth slightly parted, too, with his breathing a little harder, and you can’t imagine how tired he’s been. He was up early for the first shift and spent all afternoon watching over Heejin, playing with her, feeding her, giving her a bath, and putting her to sleep. 

He looks peaceful, though, so at-home and natural, like he’s been doing this for years; like he can keep doing this for more. 

You kneel next to him, marveling at his beauty with the light from the lamp illuminating his features. He’s incredibly handsome, something you don’t think you’ve ever told him. There’s a softness in his face that contrasts the toughness of the rest of him, and with him, holding your daughter like this, there’s tenderness that captivates you. 

Heejin is comfortable and that says a lot with how well he’d taken care of her today. And you know she wasn’t anxious being away from you. You know she had fun and felt safe, and that’s all that matters. 

“Hey, you,” you whisper, not wanting to rush Jungkook in waking up. “I’m home now.”

It takes a while and you caress his cheek as you wait for him, enjoying the smoothness of his face and the way you want to smooch every inch of it if possible. 

His eyes flutter open and a satisfied sigh leaves his lips once it’s registered that it’s you.

“Hey,” he hums. “What time is it?”

“11PM,” you say. “I’m a few hours late. It rained so hard, too; it was tough to drive for a while.”

“You okay, though? You ate well?”

“I did.”

“Okay, good,” he replies, shifting to sit up straight without disturbing Heejin then motioning for you to sit on the armrest. “This little one couldn’t sleep without you. I had to massage her, rock her, read to her, sing to her… all the works.”

“It’s because I was out the whole day,” you giggle, softly caressing her cheeks. “But I’m sure she enjoyed being with you today. Thank you for taking care of her.”

“Of course, ___. I loved today with her. She’s doing so well at recognizing more animals. And she’s saying the alphabet with fewer pauses now. And she was singing the tomato nursery rhyme.”

“Less yelling and actual singing?”

“Less yelling and actual singing,” he chuckles, knowing of Heejin’s tendency to yell everything she wants to say. “I took videos. I’ll send everything to you later.”

You smile and nod, taking his free hand in yours in thanks for how good he is to her, and all the while making sure that you’re not missing out on anything at all. 

“We should lay her down. I’m sure you’re tired, too,” you say, standing up and taking Heejin to cradle in your arms.

You lovingly kiss her then gently put her in her bed, letting the mobile play because she likes to have the music on. 

“Goodnight, Jinnie,” Jungkook whispers after you do, smiling softly as he watches her turn to hug the deer stuffed toy next to her.

You take his hand and guide him to the living room, motioning for him to sit on the couch where you snuggle next to him, humming in satisfaction as you wrap your arm around his torso and his wraps around your shoulder. 

He’s gotten used to this, holding you at whatever time of the day while you fall into him, sighing in relief or exhaustion. He likes the gradual escalation, too, as your grips have come to signify something more than warmth. Security, he thinks, and perhaps desire as well.

But it’s comfort for you, first and foremost. You didn’t realize what coming home to this would do for your mind and your heart.

“Two of our witnesses in the sexual harassment case backed out today,” you say after a prolonged silence, which was spent finding the right spot for your head on his chest and taking in his Heejin-tinged scent.

“They’re crucial to the case but they got scared and I can’t blame them,” you continue. “It’s hard out there. Hard for them, whether they speak up or not. They lose either way and I can’t do anything about it.”

Jungkook processes your words. He’ll never fully understand what it’s like as a woman, but still, it only takes human decency to know that what those women went through is terrible, something no one should be experiencing in the first place. 

“It's the culture you’re fighting against, ___,” he says. “But you’re fighting it. Whether they speak up or not, they know you’re fighting for them. That’s a change in itself, regardless if it’s in the system or their lives, it’s still something.”

“Wise words, Mr. Jeon,” you smile. “Just what I needed to hear.”

“They’re your words, Atty. Kim,” he smiles back. 

You look at him questioningly.

“I listen to you talk, you know?” He chuckles. “Everything you need to keep going is right there in that brilliant mind of yours, and in your heart. You just need someone to remind you every once in a while, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you huff, curling your legs on top of his lap.

Enveloped in silence, he places his hand on your leg, caressing it and eliciting a soft moan from you.

“I like this,” you hum, lifting your face to softly kiss his cheek.

“What, a leg massage?”

“Yes, that,” you chuckle. “But also, this. Having you hold me this way, listening to me, telling me things I need to hear. I know I’m a lot to handle most days but this, this is nice. To just have you next to me is so grounding, you know? Like it’s all that I need.”

“It is, huh?” He turns to look at you, his star-filled eyes that you always drown in meeting yours. 

You nod in response and he strokes your cheek before kissing your forehead, then your nose. You feel all the words he doesn’t say in the lips that tingle your skin, and you know where else you want those on. 

Yours.

So you move forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that feels too much and too little at the same time. You hold him there, familiarizing yourself with the sensation, with the emotion, with the tingle of his warm breath against your skin. 

He parts his mouth and then it’s his taste you’re quickly getting addicted to, his tongue you’re entangling yours with in a sensual battle, his silver hoop that’s cold and comforting, his moan that’s bewitching. He inhales you like you’re oxygen, and you hold onto him like you’ll run out of it.

He responds by tightening his grip on your back, his other hand that was glued to your leg, now inching up to trace patterns on your knee, then your outer thigh, keeping it there to hold you both steady, as he feels the burning desire for you slowly take over.

It’s slow and amorous, with a tinge of desperation as you both try to get closer than you are, but it’s still tender and euphoric. He’s like a drug you can get high on, and any amount won’t seem to ever be enough. 

He does the hard task of pulling away, breathing against you as his forehead meets yours, his eyes closed as he tries to wrap his mind around how good you taste, and smell, and feel like. 

“You like that, too?” He smiles.

“Yes, very much,” you whisper back, placing your hands that have found purchase on his neck on his cheeks this time. “It’s been a while.”

“No shit,” he says, eliciting a laugh from you. “Sorry, I had to.”

“I guess I deserve that,” you smile. “But god does it feel so much better this time around.”

“Wasn’t good enough the last time?” He teases. 

“I wasn’t ready the last time,” you correct. 

It was good, definitely. You think about that kiss a lot.

“My bad. I’m sorry,” he says.

“Not in that way. You know what I mean.”

He nods, smiling as he looks at you constantly eyeing his lips. 

He’d want more if this continues, so much more. Much as he’d been dreaming of this, he was caught off-guard, and he’s unsure if you’re ready for what more would mean for him. Though he’s the more generous - and dare he say, desperate - one when it comes to physical affection, he wants everything with you. He wants it to be perfect, with no holding back, no doubts or questions, no fears or apprehensions. Just you and him and all the emotions kept in that can’t wait to finally be completely felt, returned.

“You had a long day,” he mumbles, kissing you deeply again. “And you have another long one tomorrow.”

“I’ve got that conference in the morning with Jin,” you confirm. “But he gave me the afternoon off. I think Heejin would love to spend her Friday with me, don’t you think?”

“Yes, she does. She kept calling for you every time you showed up in the videos,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your legs and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Hmm. We’re gonna have an afternoon of tickle fights and boyband music. It’s my stress relief.”

“Bet if she could talk back, she’d tell you to choose better music.”

“Don’t be a hater,” you playfully smack his arm. “Plus, she loves it! She jumps up and down when I play the songs, just like how prepubescent me was doing it.”

“She takes after you so much, it’s amazing.”

“Who else would she take anything from?” You chuckle. “There’s just me.”

And me, hopefully. One day, Jungkook thinks, but he keeps the thought to himself for now, not wanting to scare you with the life he’d planned - and hopes to have - with you. 

“Do you feel better?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“I do, thank you,” you face him, letting that sense of calm you get from this intimacy with him overtake you. 

He holds your gaze for a while before he fights off a yawn. 

“You had a long day, Jungkook,” you say, the exhaustion from earlier coming back. “And you have another one tomorrow. And Saturday, right?”

“Dea and I will start with the prep work tomorrow,” he says. 

A celebrity who’s also a regular at the cafe booked them to set up a dessert table for a baby shower on Saturday morning. He’ll be working all Friday for it and he’s anxious and excited at the same time.

“What time does it end?”

“Around 2. But we won’t stay. Only Hobi will,” Jungkook responds. “Dea and I will set up and the boss will do the socializing and promoting.”

“Hmm. Does that mean you’re free in the evening?” 

“By the afternoon, actually. What do you have in mind?”

“A date. Just you and me. There’s this place I want to try,” you tell him, taking his hand in yours. “I feel like this is the longest we got to even talk this whole week and I’m thinking maybe you want to spend Saturday night with me.”

“It’s like I didn’t pine for you for three years, ___,” he laughs. “Of course. Let me know the plans after my event, yeah? I’ll be too excited and I might not be able to focus.”

“Okay,” you smile, knowing you have to let him go now. 

You stand up and lead him towards the door, the thought of saying goodbye after sharing that heartstopping kiss with him makes you feel all kinds of loss. 

“Just let me know when you get home even if I’ll be asleep by then.”

“I will,” he says, turning to face you after he opens your door. He kisses you again, one, two, three times.

You look at him with a mix of amusement and confusion.

“For every year that I yearned for that,” he says simply, certainly. 

You want to go for another round, maybe do more this time. You definitely want that. But it’s been a long day and the only thing you want more than him is a warm bath followed by your soft sheets.

You merely nod in response, not trusting yourself with words this time. “Good night, Jungkook.”

“Good night, ___. I’ll see you soon.”

**

“Alright, bubba. Be honest. How does Mama look?”

Heejin is propped up in the middle of your bed, playing with her toy bus, which she deems as infinitely more interesting than you.

“Bubba, look at me, please?” You pout, as if your almost-three year old can fully comprehend what you’re asking of her.

She throws her toy on the floor and you pick it up, hiding it behind your back and asking her again.

“Does Mama look pretty, bubba? Do you think Kookoo will think so?”

“Mama! Bus please,” she whines, hands reaching out for you. 

“Does Mama look nice? Yes or no?”

“No,” she shakes her head, and this goes in the list of times you wish it wasn’t her favorite word. 

“Okay, thanks for the encouragement, bubba. Let’s just wait until Kookoo gets here and then we’ll see. Thank you, I still love you,” you say, planting a kiss on her forehead and returning her toy.

“Kookoo! I want Kookoo!”

“I know, bub. But he’s mine tonight, okay? I promise, you’ll be with him tomorrow,” you smile.

It’s another second that you let yourself question if you’re being selfish with this - asking your mom to care for Heejin overnight so you can spend the evening and hopefully until the next day with Jungkook. Ever since that kiss you shared two days ago, it’s all you could think about. 

You won’t lie and say that a part of you expected he’d take it further, perhaps a longer makeout session where he’d lay you down and kiss you all over, maybe have his hands explore your body and ask to stay the night. 

But he didn’t, and much as you'd hoped for that - even if you were the one taking your sweet time in the first place - you slept that evening with a tight knot in your belly, and you’ve just been waiting for it to uncoil. 

You barely spoke to him yesterday and he’s been busy all morning. He took a nap once he got home so he could be fully present for you tonight, he’d said, and the thought itself is making you giddy, excited.

There’s no more hiding or tempering what you feel. And you wanna be able to tell him that, show him that. And you hope he’ll still take what you can give.

You look at yourself one last time in the mirror and manage a smile. You don’t even recall the last time you wore this dress but you’ll definitely remember tonight. 

The doorbell ringing startles you and it’s probably because of how anxious you are. 

You and Jungkook have gone on dates but tonight is different - it’s a lot fancier and well, your mom convinced you to let her take Heejin for the night after you spent the whole afternoon talking about Jungkook and she had to remind you that it’s okay to want this for yourself. That includes spending a night with him. Doing so doesn’t make you any less of a mother. Part of parenthood is choosing things for yourself once in a while. You need to teach your daughter how to choose herself, too, your mom reminded you. 

You place Heejin on her mini couch and you walk towards the door, your breath catching in your throat at the sight before you. 

You’ve seen Jungkook in a variety of outfits of all colors - mostly monotone with pops of color every now and then. He’d sported less casual wardrobes the few times you went on dates and they always left you speechless with how sophisticated they looked, and tonight is no exception. 

He has on a black silk polo with a few buttons undone underneath a burgundy velvet jacket and black slacks, which are deliciously tight enough for you to appreciate his toned thighs. His hair is slicked back with a few strands of it dangling at the side like how those Hollywood leading men would do it. It’s a mix of youthful and mature, but sexy nonetheless, especially with his pierced brow and lips; he definitely upped his game tonight.

He revels in the way your mouth opens and closes, your eyes raking all over him, something he’d caught you sneakily do a few times recently, but it’s the first time you’re openly ogling at him and he’s got to admit, it’s the confidence boost he badly needs.

“Find your voice yet?” He teases, cocked brow and all.

“Now I have,” you get back to your senses. “Just not used to you dressing up all grown up and stuff.”

“Then how have I been dressing up the other times?” He chuckles, finally entering your apartment. 

“Well, the oversized everything screamed too casual and like, uh…”

“Boyfriend?” He smirks. “I mean, that’s what I’ve heard you say a few times to Hobi when you’re at the cafe.”

“Eavesdropping on your customers? That’s not nice.”

“Hey, I just happen to hear you two when I serve people since, you know, I work there? But that’s besides the point,” he says, voice dropping a few octaves. “Is that what I am? A… boyfriend?”

“Is that what you want to be?” You say, matching his tone.

He walks closer to you, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you closer. 

“Yeah,” says, his gruff voice in a whisper sending chills down your spine. “That would be fucking amazing, actually.”

“Okay,” you say, meeting his eyes. “Do the boyfriend thing and kiss me, then.”

He glances at Heejin who’s engrossed in watching Pororo run about, and he turns back to you, his smug face the last thing you see before your eyes fall closed at the feel of his lips on yours. 

You didn’t realize how much you’d miss it with just a day being without it, and now all you want is to drown in his kiss that’s gentle and desperate at the same time. His motions are smooth, but the rest of his body is tense; you feel the eagerness and the hesitation. So do you.

Your heads barely move and your mouths part only minimally, but you can taste his strawberry chapstick and the mint he’d just had. His tongue lightly brushes past your lower lip, like a tease of what he wants, of what more he can give, and sometimes you wonder why you ran away from this all those years ago. 

But when you think of how easily you almost fell into this, you’re reminded of why you had to turn your back on him then. If at the end of all of that, you get to have this, then maybe it’s all been worth it.

Jungkook pulls away again this time, smiling giddily at your post-kiss face, and then pecking your lips. “I may have ruined your lipstick a bit.”

You wipe the taint of it on his lips and giggle. “And I’m glad you did.”

You motion towards Heejin, who you say has been looking for him, and you watch him as he kneels in front of her for a hug, asking what she’s watching, and then listening to her talk about the show that’s on. 

“You ready to go to Mom’s, bubba?” You ask, joining them. “She’s taking you to a light show tonight. You’ll be good, alright?” 

“Yes, Mama!” she squeals, hugging you back as you nuzzle her nose. 

“So come, Kookoo and I will take you to her.”

Jungkook carries her as you all make it to his car, the drive to your mom’s apartment, a surprisingly short one on a Saturday evening. Your mom’s ecstatic and smug face reveals too much, even more so as she keeps reminding you and Jungkook to “have fun” and “make the most of your time together.”

“We will, but please call when you’re putting her to bed,” you say. 

“I will. Now you lovebirds, leave our apartment now.”

You and Jungkook eventually do, but not without multiple goodbye hugs and kisses on Heejin. She indulges you only briefly because the newly-assembled dollhouse catches her attention and then it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

Jungkook takes your hand as you both walk to the car, something he does while he drives as well, and throughout dinner. 

You chose a fancy Japanese restaurant as per Jin’s suggestion and you’ve always sworn by his recommendations. Their array of interesting dishes got you and Jungkook feeding each other, then listing the other places you both want to try. It’s a few hours of him making you laugh, gushing over Heejin as you both watch the videos from the other night, him randomly taking your hand to kiss, and looking into your eyes while you speak. 

He goes from the charming Jungkook with the shy, boyish smile and nose scrunch to the confident, lip-licking man with a hypnotizing gaze in seconds - he’s been giving you a whiplash all night. 

You, on the other hand, have been letting yourself drown in all that he’s giving and doing to you. No more walls up or any other apprehensions unlike before. This time - as you’ve been the past several months - you feel safe enough to be yourself, desires and flaws included. 

You both head back to the car for a quick drive to your final destination for tonight. It’s right when you enter that you get a photo of a sleeping Heejin on her belly, cheek to the side with her butt propped up. 

“What was she doing?” You laugh right as you call your mom.

“She didn’t want to sleep yet so we were watching TV,” your mother shares. “The channel stopped at a musical and she wanted to keep it there. She was bobbing her head and clapping and found her position, fighting off her yawns until she gave up. It was so adorable, honey.”

“Okay then, guess it’s musicals for us for the next few weeks. But thanks, Mom. I’m sure she enjoyed her time with you guys.”

“Oh, she did. She wouldn’t play with the dollhouse unless Jung-jae was next to her. She’s really comfortable with him already.”

“That’s great to hear. He’s a constant now, too,” you respond. “But she’s good? Sleeping soundly in bed and all?”

“Yes, honey. Looks like she’ll have a good, long sleep. Jung-jae and I will bring her to you first thing in the morning so she won’t throw a tantrum when she wakes up without you,” your mom offers. “Would 8 be fine? Just let me know if you want us to drop by later, though. Don’t want to ruin any morning shenanigans or something.”

It’s her teasing and sultry tone that makes you gasp, and you hear Jung-jae laughing next to her, telling her to leave you and Jungkook be.

“Alright, I will. You lovebirds enjoy tonight, okay? I mean it.”

She giggles this time, and she hangs up before you even say goodbye.

Jungkook doesn’t say much, having only faintly heard the conversation. He stops the car and wraps his arm around you as you both walk two streets down to an alley. 

It’s one of those hidden cocktail bars in the city, with an unassuming facade hiding an elaborate interior. Taehyung suggested this place when you asked your family for bar options, as he’d done gigs here before for jazz nights. The high ceilings and dim lights, the soft music, and the couches made for two make it a nice place for enjoying each other’s company. 

Jungkook sets his one hand on your waist while the other draws circles on your exposed knee that’s brushing against his, only removing it when he takes a sip from his drink.

“Jinnie doing okay at Auntie’s?” He asks. 

“She is,” you smile, sharing what your mom had said about their day, to Jungkook’s delight. “But I miss her already.”

“I do, too,” he sighs. “But I like this,” he adds, meeting your eyes.

“I like you,” you respond, catching him off guard, his eyes instantly widening at your declaration.

“That’s, uh, that’s nice to finally hear,” he beams before hiding his face in your neck as he tries to get himself together.

You laugh at his response, caressing the back of his head and pecking the side of it.

“Yah! What’s with the reaction? It’s not like it isn’t obvious. We’ve been going on dates,” you say, pushing him up to face you. “And I’ve been kissing you.”

“But it’s different to hear you say it, after all this time.”

“I guess I just got caught up in what we finally are that I didn’t bother to verbalize it,” you narrate, something that’s unlike how you normally are because you tend to lay out in words the things you’re experiencing and thinking to be able to make sense of them. “And I realize now that I don’t think I’ve changed much from the last time. Maybe I haven’t been fair to you.”

“What are you talking about?” He looks at you curiously.

“Back then, my siblings used to give me shit for treating you like that puppy I found adorable and would pet and stuff but wouldn’t actually want to keep,” you admit, recalling how they always found a way to remind you of the analogy they came up with. 

“You just always stood by next to me whatever I was doing and years passed and it was kind of like that again, right? You’ve just been waiting for me to be ready all these months and it took so long before I could even say it, before I even considered giving you anything. And I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you much.”

“Hey. You’ve been giving me a lot,” he comforts, lifting your chin to face him. “I knew what I was getting myself into the first time, and even now. And not once did I feel impatient or that it was all for nothing. You’ve given me your time, Heejin’s time, your trust, your heart… and I’ve been happy, ___. Really happy.”

There’s contentment in his eyes when he says the words, but even then, there’s a tinge of hope, and something else that he holds back. And for all the times that he’d been the transparent one, with you having control of your emotions, it seems that the roles have been reversed, as you feel like baring everything to him while he maintains as much composure as he possibly can.

“I am, too, Jungkook,” you say softly, inching closer to him, taking in his sandalwood scent he’s chosen over his usual sporty one.

You’re internally grateful for the bit of privacy you’re being afforded, although looking around, you don’t seem to be the only couple that finds themselves in an intimate moment. 

“You make me feel things I’ve felt before… but in extremes. Like, there’s this longing when you’re away, and this unabashed joy when I’m with you. I’ve sort of conditioned myself not to feel too much so it’s kind of overwhelming sometimes, but in a good way. Like it’s all these amazing things all at once and I don’t know what to do with them, but at the same time, I can’t be without them, without you.”

Jungkook merely gazes at you as a satisfied smile forms on his face.

“Not used to you being speechless,” you chuckle.

“I’m not yet immune to you, you know? You still surprise me.”

“And what if I don’t anymore, would you still want me then?”

“Always,” he says instantly, certainly. 

The lights are dim and the nearest customers have just left, and the desire that’s been gradually growing since he showed up looking like pure sin in your doorway overtakes you. You lean forward and kiss him deeply, your tongue sliding inside his mouth to let him know what you want from him. It’s like time freezing as the tension melts away; like sucking the air out of him, and when you part, he breathes heavily like it’s exactly what you did.

“My apartment, please?” You pant, your forehead leaned against his, eyes closed just like his.

“Okay,” he huffs, stealing a soft kiss before paying the bill and then heading out.

Jungkook has to choose between walking quickly to get to your destination faster or strolling so he could savor this moment with you - walking underneath dim street lights, your satin midnight blue dress flowing up to your shins. 

He chooses the latter, as you seem to want to savor this, too, much as you seemed to yearn him so much just minutes ago. 

It’s his turn to steal a kiss when you both enter the car, and the ride home is filled with tension that you know how to resolve but need to wait more time to actually address. 

You arrive at your apartment without making any public scene, letting the tension follow you there.

“Kind of unusual coming here without Heejin squealing or laughing or yelling at us,” he chuckles, pulling you from the back for a hug, his head nestling at the crook of your neck - another new intimate act that you already want more of.

“I know,” you say, shivering at the kiss he makes near your ear. “But Mom insisted on having her for the night and bribed her with whatever. They’ll come tomorrow morning. And I agreed because, well, I really wanted to be alone with you tonight,” you add, turning around, your hungry eyes raking all over him.

“You did, huh?” His gaze locks on yours, all the desire he feels reflecting in it.

He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about your lips on his since the other night, and he can’t help it when his mind starts to conjure all the other things he wants to do. He has to control his thoughts so he doesn’t expect too much - of what else you want to do physically, and what that would mean for your relationship. 

He realized that when it comes to you, he regards things much more deeply, meaningfully, and so every act and word holds so much - his fears, his desires, and hope with and for you. 

“Yeah, I—” You whimper at his sudden grip on your waist, glancing at his parted mouth, mirroring the way your tongue licks your lips, aching to feel him there. 

You can feel the heat radiate off his body with how close he’s gotten, as you feel the rush of desire overtake your own. Your heart beats rapidly, anticipating what’s to come next, and for the seconds that feel like more, he rests his forehead against yours, your noses grazing while you breathe each other in.

He gives in first, cupping your cheeks as he angles your mouth to fit his. His tongue slips in, exploring you in this way, and you fall right into it with him, gripping the collars of his polo as you meet his fervent action. It’s messy and raw and unsteadying, and you feel like you’re in a haze of some sort as you try to take all that he gives all at once.

His hands move to your waist as he continues to kiss you, parting only very briefly. He nips and licks and sucks your lips, your joint moans gradually getting louder. He slowly pushes you backward until you hit the armrest of the couch, and you lean on it as you feel like you’re losing balance with how much of yourself you’re giving with this kiss.

“Fuck, I can do this all night,” he groans, his mouth descending to peck on your jaw and your neck.

“Just this?” You moan teasingly.

“What else did you have in mind?” He turns to you, his lustful eyes turning curious.

“Everything,” you heave, taking his hand and guiding it to your breast. “I don’t want us to hold back.”

He strokes it only gently, and much as you know that at some point, it would lead to this, you’re slightly worried why he doesn’t seem as into the idea of doing it right now as you expected. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks.

“I won’t want to turn back after this,” he says pointedly, eyes locked on yours to make sure you know he means every word. “I’m gonna want more. I’m gonna give you and Heejin the whole world, you have to know that, but I’m gonna need you to want this with me.”

You hear the mix of certainty and desperation in his voice but unlike all the times he’d spoken in this way, you know that you want it, too. Whatever it is, you want it.

“Okay,” you pant. “I want more, and I can give you more. 

“Okay,” he gasps, pecking your forehead, then your nose, then your lips where he lingers. “Good. That’s good.”

You both kiss again like you’d done earlier, but with more need this time. It’s heated, even messier, more intentional, and louder, too. 

You push the jacket off his shoulders and he pulls you much closer, his hands sliding down to your ass, which he squeezes intensely. Pulling up your dress, he does it again, lightly slapping the cheeks as he gets into the moment.

You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips against his to let him know how it affected you.

“Fuck, you like that?” He rasps, nipping at your neck now.

“Yes,” you answer, moaning even louder when he does it again, a little harder this time. 

You’re lost in his scent, in his heat, in the way his mouth explores whatever he can at this position, and the dampness in your underwear only says what more you want from him.

Guiding him towards the couch, you lightly nudge him to sit, gazing at him hungrily before settling on his lap, kissing him again like you’re memorizing every inch of his mouth and his lips that you can’t get enough of. 

While his hands knead your ass and simultaneously push you to grind against his aching cock, yours hurriedly unbutton his polo, wanting a taste of what you’d seen that afternoon at the pool. You’d thought of how he looked underneath all the clothes he wears and you finally get to do more than just imagine all of that.

After undoing the last button, you palm his chest, toned and smooth as you’d expected, his pert nipples exciting you as you flick them to his delight. Your lips detach from his, then you briefly gaze at his bare body, and move towards his chest, your open-mouthed kisses all over it intensifying his desire, and he’s the one who’s now unzipping your dress from behind. 

Pushing you to sit back up, Jungkook meets your glazed eyes, and he slowly pulls down the straps off your shoulders, followed by your bra to reveal half of your breasts, your own pert buds teasing him.

He pants as your fingers trace the dips of his abs, and unable to just sit and marvel at you any longer, he attacks your breasts, taking one in his mouth, ravishing it as he fondles the other. 

The pleasure is immediate, as the way he swirls and strokes your erogenous region makes you feel suspended, especially as he does so in a carnal yet passionate way. You grind against him, feeling his stiff length poking your stomach. Your hands grip on his taut back, feeling its tense muscles as he exerts all his effort on making you feel good, which he knows he’s doing so well at, given your expletives and moans that keep getting louder.

“You sound so good,” he groans in your ear, another sensitive part of you, something he’s figured out, as he nibbles and licks its shell, and he instantly feels the hairs of your arm raise at the action.

You hum, pushing him to lean back again so your eyes could rake all over his body, liking the way the dim light illuminates the beads of sweat on his chest, and with him panting like this and seeing the hunger in his eyes while also knowing he’ll get to do more, he’s absolutely stunning. 

“Done admiring?” He asks cheekily.

“Yes,” you reply after a beat of silence, though you doubt you’d ever get enough of see this. “You?”

“Need to see everything first, babe,” he smirks. 

So you stand up, unhooking your bra then fully unzipping the dress that’s pooled on your waist, doing so in a sensual manner as you slowly reveal more of yourself to him, liking the way his eyes widen in shock and lust at the same time.

You’re left with nothing but your silk thong, a shiver running down your spine when he moves towards the edge of the couch, his hands caressing your outer thighs before groping and slapping your ass cheeks once more. 

“Can’t get enough of these,” he moans, not matching the tender way he kisses your torso.

You cradle his head, and he’s suddenly reminded of all the times he used to see you do this. He looks up at you teasingly.

“Hmm, this is what it’s like.”

You remember it, too, and you laugh at the way he nuzzles your belly then smirks at you, like he’s thoroughly enjoying himself. You’d been in a lustful mood just seconds ago, and he brings you back in it as quickly as he took you out, as he starts sucking on the skin that leads to your cunt. 

He glances at you while he nibbles at the hem of your underwear, his fingers teasing your lips and feeling the dampness that’s pooled in there. Slowly, he removes the last piece of clothing you have on, staring at your hooded eyes while he does. 

Now completely bare in front of him, he brings you with him as he sits back on the couch, having you straddle him again, your mouths touching once more, the fervent actions at pace with your thrusting hips. 

“You’re so wet, I can feel you all over me,” he mumbles in your ear, pushing your core down to grind against his clothed crotch.

“Need your mouth to do something about it,” you groan, as the ache in your cunt starts to get unbearable, needing relief. 

He nudges for you to lay on the couch now, guiding you there as he constantly curses every time his lips meet your flesh. Kissing your lips briefly, he trails down to your breasts, giving both of them ample attention before he sets his eyes on your dripping core. 

He teases by thumbing with your clit first while he nips at your thighs, slowly moving towards your heat, before he licks the whole strip of it, his warm wet muscle stimulating every nerve of your body. You let out a restrained cry, and he lifts one of your legs for better access, allowing him to swallow you whole, as he sucks your cunt hungrily while letting the cold of his lip ring add to the pleasure, uncaring that he’s close to running out of breath.

“Fuck, Jungkook. That’s so good,” you moan, your muscles tensing as you try to hold in even just a bit to aid in the pleasure. “Keep going, fuck yes.”

He does as you ask, watching your fucked out face as he slips two fingers in, the sight of your hooded eyes and parted mouth making his dick throb even more. But he wants this, wants this for you. He wants to make you feel all kinds of pleasure as you’ll let him.

He replaces his digits with his tongue, sliding around and over and inside your hole, eliciting more moans from you as you start to buck your hip against his mouth, letting him fuck you like this. 

Your eyes travel to the back of your head as the pleasure intensifies, and for a brief moment, you look at him - completely lost in ravishing your pussy, his own eyes closed and the veins on his forehead appearing, hands tight around your thighs as he pushes you towards the edge. He’s giving it his all, you know this, as you feel his whole body tense as well. 

You’re close, you tell him, and with his hands finding your breasts, flicking the nipples, you unravel completely, and you feel the slick waterfall down your cunt, straight into his mouth. He moans as he takes you in, licking every drop, wiping his face with his hand, and gently kissing upwards to meet your lips once more. 

“How do you taste like?” He breathes into your mouth, bucking against you, his hard length so appetizing even more as you come down from your high.

“Weird,” you chuckle, but desperate as your hand palms his cock. “But now I need this in my mouth.”

“But I want more of you,” he whines, nipping at your neck.

“I haven’t sucked dick in years, Jungkook,” you groan. “This has been poking me all night.”

“But I’m gonna pop right away,” he pouts, hovering over you, the man who’d just ravaged you now grumbling about not wanting to be sucked off.

“Be good and wait to do that when you’re inside me, okay?”

Your voice is stern and turns him on even more, but it also makes him want to follow and be pleasured by that pretty and dangerous mouth of yours. 

“Fuck,” he says, standing up to unbutton his trousers, which you help him do.

Eyes locked on his, you pull his boxers down after, fingers grazing his muscular thighs as they become undressed, your mouth watering at the hardened cock that’s presented before you. Taking it in your hand, you return the kiss he gives then motion for him to sit on the couch this time.

You kneel comfortably on the floor and smirk at him before licking up the strip of his shaft then the slit, liking the saltiness of his precum and the way his thighs tense at the feel of you. 

Your mouth slowly takes him, sliding down at a pace that’s got his mind going completely hazy because even if he’d imagined this, it’s nothing close to having the real thing. You know what you’re doing, and you make sure he does, by the way that your eyes focus on him, barely looking away and closing them only briefly to savor his taste.

Jungkook’s jaw locks, his fists clench, and gradually, he bucks into your mouth as your motions continue. You see his strained face as his head lolls back, that pretty mole underneath his bitten lip looking even prettier from down here. You’re pleasuring and trapping him at the same time; he’d come right now if you let him, but he also wants you to keep at this for longer.

He’s losing himself in it, especially as you rake his thigh and fondle his balls.

“Fuck, yes, good girl,” he mindlessly moans. 

It’s a pet name he realizes you don’t like, as your movements slow down and he peeks to see displeasure in your eyes, even as you still have his cock in your mouth.

“Bad girl?” He tries again. 

You replace your mouth with your hand, scowling at him now.

“Mommy?”

You completely stop your movements. “I’m going to castrate you.”

You say it so seriously. And even though his near-orgasm falls substantially - which is somewhat fortunate because he was so close and he really wanted to come inside you but you seemed to be enjoying what you were doing before he ruined it - he can’t help but chuckle at your disappointed look. 

“Fine, sweets. Because you taste so fucking amazing,” he says, leaning over to peck your lips. “Please continue.”

You roll your eyes but enjoy it nonetheless. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

He scrunches his nose the way he does when he annoys you, and it’s cute but sexy at the same time, what with his body looking the way it does right now. 

You get back into it quickly, sucking as you slide back down, his tip hitting you at the hilt. You go back to the pace you were at earlier, and you see him get back to it, too, his head lolling back again and his mouth parting to let out a groan that shoots straight through your core. Your head bobs up and down again, and you meet his desperate and lust-filled eyes before you go for another dive that has him keening and losing his mind.

“Fuck, ___, on your back, now.”

You release him from your mouth with a playful wink, and he pulls you to lay on the couch, the urge to make you feel good with his cock getting stronger by the second. He spreads your legs and his mouth waters at how ready you are to take him.

“Wait, Jungkook,” you say, and for a moment, his heart stops. “Condom. I have a box on my bedside.”

“I have one here,” he replies, searching for his wallet. 

He retrieves the foil pack and apologizes as he puts the latex sheath on, and you respond that it’s okay.

“So you were expecting this, huh?” You tease as he hovers over you, feeling his tip tease your entrance.

“I was hoping for it, actually,” he smiles, kissing you and swallowing your moan as he slides in.

You feel his length drag inside you, your walls that have been deprived for too long, taking him in fully. The pleasure from a good, hard cock from someone who knows what they’re doing is mind blowing, as Jungkook angles you in such a way that lets you feel everything. 

He starts slowly, his mouth trailing down your neck before nibbling the shell of your ear, then swirling his tongue on your pert buds the same time he thrusts harshly inside you.

“Fuck, yeah, like that,” you mewl, liking the way he teased a bit then went right in. 

He maintains that pace as you continue to moan out curses, praising him for how good he’s making you feel, and he responds with his own praises of how good you feel. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, sliding down to feel his biceps in their absolute divine form, all taut and large, like how you like them.

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m losing my mind,” he drawls, kneeling now as he lifts both your legs to flush against your chest, thrusting incessantly, letting you feel him even deeper. 

“Hmmm, fuck, you’re so good,” you pant, loving his praises.

You go with this position for a while before he places your legs back down to wrap around his waist, and you take the opportunity to push him further inside you with your heels to his delight. 

“Keeping me locked in on you, huh?” He teases, biting your lip then taking both your hands and pinning them above your head. “I’m not going anywhere, sweets.”

“Stick to ‘babe,’ alright? That’s too cliche for a pastry chef to say,” you grumble, earning you a laugh at how it’s something you’d still correct him on in the middle of sex.

The view of him from below, with the veins popping out of his neck and his tattooed arm flexed over you, is making you even wetter. There are beads of sweat on his forehead, his jaw is clenched, and the moans he lets out are sinful. You can’t hold in the obscene sounds that you make, either, with how he’s hitting you in the spots you didn’t think would feel this good. 

But you still know your body more, and you know just how to build on the pleasure that’s overtaking every part of you.

“From behind,” you pant, and he follows immediately, releasing you from his hold and helping you on your knees.

Your elbows support you as your belly hits the couch, your ass angled upward for him to nip and kiss before he slides in easily, hitting another spot that has you keening right away. 

“Shit, you look so fucking good like this,” he groans, slapping a cheek, eliciting another moan from you.

It’s something you didn’t think you’d actually like, but Jungkook has a way of making you be open and actually enjoy things with him. And even he moans when he does it, which he follows with a praise or a kiss on your back, and you’re living for the way he’s making sure you both feel good with everything he’s doing.

He pounds into you in a pace that gradually quickens, his hands holding your waist in place as you wail in pleasure. He lifts you a little, allowing him to lower himself on your back, kissing your shoulders then your neck before tilting your face to ravage your mouth. 

The way he moves is heated and impassioned and everything you’d imagined that sex with him would be like - with him giving his all, making you feel euphoric and satisfied, praising you repeatedly. He cups your breast from below, and with the added stimulation, you feel your belly tighten, and the pending orgasm builds up too quickly for you to warn him.

“I’m—”

You let out a loud moan as your body shakes from the pleasure, your mind hazy now as you feel like you’re suspended from what he’d just made you experience. 

He continues, though, going harder now to reach his high, and you urge him to push into you even more, which he does obediently.

It still feels good even if your body is giving in, finding what little energy you have left to meet his hips, and it’s a final thrust that has him coming, the intensity of it allowing you to feel him spill his seed into the condom inside you. 

“Shit,” he pants, peppering kisses up your spine, unbothered by the sweat lining it.

He breathes into the crook of your neck before meeting your lips again, but this time in a languid movement of tongues entangling, feeling each other’s pleasure and exhaustion.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moans in your mouth, lazily still rocking into you as he comes down from his high. “And so fucking good.”

“Hmm, you’re welcome,” you hum in his mouth, shivering in over sensitivity as he fondles your pert bud. “Jungkook!” You squeal.

He chuckles and gives you a soft kiss. “I’ll just throw this,” he says, easing out of you and removing the condom. He gives your ass another slap before walking towards your bathroom.

You hum in response and turn on your back, hoping you’ll remember to sanitize this couch and call for the cleaner tomorrow afternoon. 

Jungkook returns with his boxers on and a wet towel then proceeds to clean you up, systematically wiping your breasts, your back, then your cunt that’s still recovering. He places the throw blanket over you before snuggling next to you. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, sliding his arm underneath your head to serve as your pillow. 

“Yeah, I like post-sex cuddles. Especially after that,” you smile at him. “I’m exhausted. I haven’t had dick in years, I’d forgotten how it feels inside me.”

“And how was mine?” He smirks.

“Good?” You turn to him. 

“Just good?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Great? Do you need me to stroke your ego?”

“Not really,” he chuckles. “I just wanna make sure that I made you feel good and so I can keep doing all that. You deserve to feel good,” he explains, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, it was amazing. I don’t usually come from dick, just to let you know,” you admit.

“You don’t, what?” He exclaims.

“I don’t come from penetration that much. I mean, it’s good, I just don’t always orgasm from it,” you mumble. “And that’s perfectly normal.”

“I know. It’s just… wait, so how were you with, uh…”

“I’d fake it. He’s the type who needs to feel good about himself, remember?”

“Yeah, so a while ago, did you…?”

“I seriously came, Jungkook. You wiped me off! Plus, that kind of moan is hard to fake, mind you,” you clarify, not wanting to make him feel bad, but with what you know of Jungkook, he doesn’t have a razor thin ego for him to feel insecure about it.

“Wow, okay. Good job, little J. You did well,” he says, patting his now-flaccid cock.

“Did you just… compliment your dick…” You look at him incredulously.

“He made you come! He needs affirmation sometimes,” he defends.

“You’re silly,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“I know,” he smirks. “But also, can I just say? You’re so hot when you talk dirty to me.”

“That’s not my dirty talk,” you chuckle. “That’s literally me, telling you exactly what I want. Which I’ll probably do a lot. That turns you on?”

“Duh. I like it when you tell me what to do.”

He looks at you with those now-innocent eyes and boyish smile, the euphoric feel from earlier turning into something light and comfortable, something you rarely feel after sex. 

You’re tired but he makes you laugh. Your body is sore but he caresses your cheek and pecks your lips, telling you that he doesn’t mind how you come, as long as he makes you come, whatever part of his body does it. 

He’s every bit of a dream you never expected would come in the form of a bunny smile and a sinful body, and he wants you, just as much as you want him. 

You yawn, prompting him to sit up to give way for you to clean up and get ready for bed.

“Stay the night,” you say, as you take his discarded polo on the floor and wear it, the hem just barely covering your thighs. “I want to wake up next to you in the morning.”

“Okay,” he smiles, his heart melting at the sight of you in his clothes.

He follows your lead and doesn’t react much when you give him a towel and the oversized shorts you wore when you were pregnant then motion for the guest bathroom.

You take your time in the shower to gather yourself and come down from the high you’re still on. Jungkook crashed into your life years ago and made you feel things, and that rattled you, made you unsteady because you don’t like feeling like both of your hands aren’t on the wheel. 

Being without him and then having him back still makes you feel that sometimes, but you realize that if the other hand on the wheel next to yours is his, it’s not so bad. And if the years apart and the recent months with him have told you anything, it’s that whether you’re driving the car, he is, or both of you are, you want him next to you. That should be enough, you remind yourself in an effort to dispel whatever remaining doubts and fears you have.

He wants more with you, whatever that is. And sharing something so intimate like your bare selves to each other is what you needed tonight to solidify what your heart has known for a while now, even with the tiniest hint of apprehension in there. 

You exit your bathroom to find him sitting at the edge of your bed in all his shirtless glory, and you take your time to appreciate his broad and muscled and incredibly insatiable form before walking towards him.

“Hey,” you finally say, taking the hand he reaches out to you. “Why aren’t you in bed yet?”

“Wanted to make sure I’m on the right side before I get comfortable.”

He pulls you close and wraps his arms around your torso. “And to do this,” he says, as his hands move to cup your ass cheeks. “I don’t know why but it’s so comforting.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” you chuckle, briefly cradling his head before giving him a peck on the lips. “Let’s go to bed, my whole body is sore and my legs are still shaking.”

You walk to your side and he scoots to his, but instead of lying down next to you, he kneels and starts massaging your calves, up to your knees and thighs.

“I might have overbent these,” he teases, kissing your leg when you start to complain, his lips matching the sensual way his hands are stroking your flesh.

Jungkook just watches your satisfied face as he continues, his heart swelling at how you’re looking at him so tenderly. He thinks it’s reflective of what you do to him - one minute it’s racing like hell because you make him nervous, excited, euphoric, confused; another minute you’re calming him down, gazing at him like there’s beauty in his eyes, comforting him without touching him. 

And that’s how you’ve been to him all these months - sometimes you’re a hurricane - fast, dangerous, daunting from afar and overwhelming up close. Sometimes you’re a still day - a grounding presence, comforting, awe-inspiring in its simplicity. 

You’re raw, flawed, imperfect, and absolutely breathtaking. And he can’t get enough of you. 

He returns your smile and crawls under the covers, his arm out to hold you while you rest your head on his chest, your palm on his torso providing warmth and coolness at the same time. 

Kissing your forehead, he whispers. “Good night, ___.” 

“Good night,” you mumble.

Jungkook stares at the ceiling as the minutes tick by, still wrapping his head around tonight, the elation unmatched as he thinks of waking up next to you in the morning. It’s like he wants to fast forward to that but also wants to savor what’s remaining of the evening with you. 

“I thought you were tired. Why are you still up?” He asks, his fingers grazing your bare shoulder.

You turn to him with a questioning look.

“You breathe heavily when you sleep,” he says. “I hear it in the car when I’m driving. What’s on your mind, ___?”

“What did you mean about wanting more?” You wonder out loud, releasing yourself from his hold to sit up, knees folded underneath your chin.

“More,” he responds, as if it’s an all-encompassing answer. “Being able to kiss you, hold you, wake up next to you, make love to you whenever.”

“Is that it?”

His eyes briefly meet yours before they flit elsewhere.

“Spend my life with you, have a family with you,” he says softly.

“You hesitated.”

“Only because I wasn’t sure if you want that, if you’re ready for that,” he responds. 

“Jungkook, of course I want a family.”

“But do you want it with me?”

“I do,” you answer a beat too late.

“You hesitated,” he sighs.

“Only because I…”

“You’re scared I’ll change my mind,” he finishes.

“Partly. I mean, the thought still swims around,” you admit. “Do you blame me though?”

“No, but ___, this is me we’re talking about. And this is you.”

You cock an eyebrow at his words, signaling him to keep going. 

“You’re not some hobby or preference or a college degree that I’d change my mind about,” he explains. “Even when you broke my heart and didn’t want me to be a part of your life, when I was away, I didn’t change my mind.”

“Yeah, but then Yae-won happened. That’s changing your mind, Jungkook.”

“Was it, if it wasn’t even that serious? I told you, we were good friends more than anything. We were great company for each other, in a lot of ways, but I couldn’t fully give in because a part of me knew that when I came back here, when I saw you again, I’d be the same guy who’d want you. And I was right,” he explains. 

“I saw you at the bar, that night in Busan, and I… fuck, everything just came back. And she noticed the change after that. I felt terrible, but somehow she just knew; it wasn’t the same. She didn’t wanna burden me, she said, and I stayed there for months after she and I broke up to just think things through again, knowing you still didn’t have a partner. And I came back here having decided that if I had to wait again, I would,” he continues. “If I had to start over as just a friend, I would, and then figure it out from there like before. Maybe wait for you to push me away and stop. But I’d stay until then and just be there for you. Because that’s how I am. I find something I love and I go all out, I’m patient but I give my everything and—”

“You love me?” You interject.

“Yes,” he says with no hesitation this time. “Does that scare you?”

“No. I just… I feel so much for you, Jungkook. It’s a lot that I’m still trying to unpack and savor and take my time with because I want to do this right, too. That’s why I’m not there yet. And I don’t wanna scare you with that.”

“You won’t. I mean, that’s already more than enough,” he assures, taking your hand. “I’m so fucking weak for you, ___. You could do your worst and I’d still forgive you, I'd still be crazy about you and that’s crazy, isn’t it? Someone like me, who didn’t think his heart would ever stick to one thing, finds a woman at the cafe and just… decides he’s sure about her, about you. So let me love you right, okay? No need to say it back or reciprocate it right away. Just let me love you and Heejin right because I will do that. And then I’ll wait. Again. And I won’t mind for as long as you let me love you this way. Please.”

The tears well up in your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting his strong arms steady you and let you know that he means everything he said. You feel his words glue together the holes from your past, your fears, your worries, and apprehensions. You know he’s held back a little, not wanting to go too hard and push you away in the process, wanting instead to let his feelings speak through his actions, for you to acknowledge and accept them at your own pace. 

With all that’s happened tonight, there’s no reason for you to doubt anymore, especially as he tightens his hold and places kisses on the side of your head.

“I love you, okay? Please let me say it everyday,” he whispers. “I need you to know it everyday.”

“Okay,” you whisper back, pulling away and kissing him deeply. “I don’t know how good I’ll be with this girlfriend thing this time. I get stubborn and temperamental and irritable. But I’ll do better. Tell me when it gets too much for you, alright? I don’t want to give you a reason to walk away.”

“And I get clingy and childish and hard-headed sometimes,” he chuckles, caressing your tear-stained face. “But I’ll always make you laugh.”

“You can kiss me, too. That’ll work.”

“That’s nice to know,” he smiles, pulling you next to him in an embrace. “Who would’ve thought that you’d be so drawn to my kisses, huh?” He pecks your lips again. “So that’s all you need?”

You nod in response. “Wait for me to calm down and kiss me, hold me. I’ll need that. What about you?”

“I just need you and Heejin, next to me, laughing with me. That’s all.”

“Okay,” you sniff, nuzzling his neck. “I’ll need that, too.”

“It won’t be easy,” he adds, knowing you’re gonna need this assurance, too. “We’re gonna have fights and misunderstandings or days of just wanting to be alone. But ___, you’re my plan, okay? Being a family with you and Heejin is on my vision board, and I’m gonna do everything to make sure that nothing changes that, you hear me? Even if it gets hard, whether things are going fine or a storm clouds over us, we’re going to make it work.”

You savor his words as Jungkook thinks back to when he first saw you, the fierceness in your eyes and the softness of your smile captivating him immediately. 

Every moment he’d spent with you is something etched in his brain which he holds onto whenever he needs to feel that sense of purpose in his life, when he wants to remember that happiness. Whether it’s your grit and passion for your job, the selfless way you love those around you, and the strength that you exemplify, you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more.

**

Your phone’s incessant ringing feels like a hole is being drilled into your head, disturbing your peaceful slumber against the warm body cuddling you from behind. Jungkook’s breath tickles your ear, his gruff moans remind you of last night, and the way he fondles your breast tells you that he likes anything that’s soft, and that, well, a pastry chef’s hand is very skilled; you’re tempted to just go for morning sex if it wasn’t for your mother calling.

“Honey, we’re near,” your mom chirps when you finally pick up. “Make sure to, uh, put some clothes on.”

You groan in response to her giggling then proceed to the bathroom to freshen up. It only takes five minutes for the doorbell to ring and upon opening the door, you find that your earlier barely-awake state is matched by your half-asleep daughter clinging to an amused Jung-jae.

“I tried hard not to wake her up but failed,” he says. “She was kind of cranky but I gave her the alpaca stuffed toy like you said and she went back to sleep.”

“Aww, bubba’s not in the mood,” you chuckle, taking her from him, her arms immediately wrapping around your neck. “Thank you both for keeping her company last night,” you say, inviting them inside.

“Oh, honey. We loved having her. We don’t mind having her on some nights,” your mother says. “You and Jungkook need time for—”

She’s cut off by a shirtless Jungkook walking towards the kitchen mindlessly, eyes widening once you whisper-shout his name. 

Your mother clears her throat and continues. “Uh, time for that.”

It’s then you notice the marks you’d left on Jungkook’s neck after you went another round last night after he bore his heart to you. You were so taken by him that your kiss turned heated until you found yourself on top of him, your tiredness compounded but definitely worth it once you finally fell asleep.

“Put a shirt on, you dummy!” You scowl, covering Heejin’s ears. 

“You didn’t give me one!” He counters, cheekily waving at your mom and Jung-jae. 

“Find one in my closet, now!”

He scurries to your room and you’re left looking and feeling embarrassed.

“Well, I didn’t expect any less from him,” your mother laughs. “But I hope this means that you two aren’t skirting around what you both feel anymore, yeah? And that maybe, one day, Heejin will know of a father who’ll love her unconditionally, though I think Jungkook does that already.”

Jungkook returns with a zipped-up jacket now on before you can say anything, though you’re unsure how to answer that. One at a time, you think, as you watch him make coffee like this is his home. 

Not wanting to let Heejin go just yet, you hold onto her while your mom and Jung-jae talk about a spa resort they want to go to as a family, and you get excited at the thought of what that would now mean to you and Jungkook. He seems like he’s looking forward to it, too, as he tries to hide his smile from you.

You eventually bid your mom and Jung-jae goodbye and head back to your room.

“She’s still sleepy, and so am I. Can we sleep in?” 

“Of course,” Jungkook smiles. 

You place Heejin in between both of you, and a sudden movement causes her to briefly wake up.

“Mama,” she calls out, arms up for you to take.

You kiss her nose and tell her that Kookoo is next to her, too, and she turns to hug him and peck his cheek before turning back to you, squeezing her legs underneath your body. 

“Oh, my bubba,” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around her. “I love you so much.”

Jungkook watches you tenderly as you cradle your world in your hands, and he wants nothing more than to be able to do that with both of you, too. 

You meet his eyes and there’s a glimmer in his, and if there’s a way to capture this so you could look into them during the toughest days, you would. 

He leans in to kiss you - one, two, three times.

“I love you, ___.”

They’re words he’d say every day in some way - a note on your to-go coffee, as a cheeky apology after annoying you again, over the phone before he hangs up, and on weekend evenings when he’d stay the night and he’d whisper it to you as you’re just about to fall asleep.

It takes you a month to finally say it back. 

You’re at home and Jungkook had just calmed Heejin down from a tantrum by fake-crying along with her, causing her to be upset that he’s crying, so she stops and comforts him instead. 

“Stop crying, Kookoo,” she pouts, hugging him.

“I’m okay now. I love you, sunshine,” he chirps, kissing her nose before placing her on the chair then moving to the oven to take out the freshly-baked bread that he’s now an expert at doing. 

It’s his patience, his kindness, his child-like nature and thoughtfulness that makes him the person you want, the person you love. The person you want to love you and Heejin for a long time.

“I love you, Jungkook,” you say, each word carrying memories and experiences and emotions in them. “I love you so much.”

He’s caught off guard. He almost drops the pan and burns his finger but he doesn’t mind. Your words are all that matter, so do Heejin’s, as he glances at her smiling face as she calls out his name. 

Walking over to you, he kisses you one, two, three times, his own words carrying a little bit more now. 

“I love you,” he promises. “I love you with my whole heart.”

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Summary: After a shotgun marriage with Gojo Satoru, what does life look like for the two of you?

Gojo Satoru  x reader

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Genre: fluff, angst, exes to friends to lovers  

“You’re home tonight.”

Gojo Satoru is not one to be back in his ancestral home often. But after you married and your son came along, he’s been coming back more.

“I wanted to see you, even if it’s just for a few hours.” he replies. 

Your marriage to Gojo was a mixed bag. It was equal parts a love match, a marriage of convenience (because if you hadn’t married, you and your son would be clanless), and an arranged marriage of sorts. 

Deep down you know that Gojo is not the commitment type. You can’t help feeling guilty that you’re taking up his time even if he is officially your husband.

“Is the baby asleep?” he quietly, but eagerly peaks into the bedroom the three of you share.

Before your son was born, he never imagined himself to be back, much less sharing a room in his old home with the tatami mats and sliding screen doors with you. Your relationship with Gojo has never been easy. You were arranged to be married when you were kids and you stopped talking as teenagers. He’d openly flirt and be with other people. It hurt you of course, but it was difficult to blame him. Marriage was too big of a responsibility for most high schoolers. 

But something changed 10 years after you broke your engagement. You started mending your relationship and experimenting with intimacy. Shortly after, you found out you were expecting. Maybe the old arrangement was more than just an obligation after all.

“Yeah, he’ll be up early though so you can play with him then.” You pull out some fresh clothes for him to change into from a large wooden chest in the antechamber of your room.

You turn away so he can change in peace.

“Do you ever feel forced to come home? Y’know, out of obligation?” you murmur curiously. 

He looks up thoughtfully, “Sometimes, I do. But I never regret it when I’m actually here. I like being away because it helps me focus with work and it frankly keeps the two of you in less danger, but I want to be home more. Do you not like it when I’m here?”

“I do…” you nod, “I just wouldn’t be surprised if the novelty of having a family wore out. I don’t know. Maybe for the longest time, I’ve resigned myself that this was going to be one-sided. That if I loved you, it would be enough.”

His brow furrows and he frowns, “That’s not true. I would go through all this for you again and again. Truly.”

“And I know I’m missing out.” he adds wistfully. “He’s growing up so fast and I can’t catch any of it. I think of you both everyday and how much is happening in your lives without me.”

His confession catches you off guard. You feel deeply touched that your family has become part of his larger priorities despite all your initial apprehensions.

“I was just thinking the other day. It’s cool isn’t it? We have proof that we’ve been together. Our baby is a reminder of how important you are in my life.” he chuckles, “And I want him to be like you.”

You snort, crossing your arms “I thought you were the better looking one.”

He tactfully avoids replying, “I want him to be able to love as deeply and kindly as you.”

You reach out to fix his pajama collar before you both head into the room.

“You’re setting him up for a lifetime of suffering.” you sigh, rolling your eyes.

He grabs your hand and squeezes it, “But he will be a better person than I am, just like you’ve always been.”

“Hey, I think I’ve also got to say this: If things fell apart between us, I wouldn’t remarry. I’d just find a way to raise him together with you.” he adds, “I know how much you sacrificed to have our son and how much easier it would be if you had just walked away, so I’m hell bent on doing my part. I’ve made a lot of promises that I intend to keep. You can bet on that.”

“I hope you really do.” you shrug.

Gojo looks a little hurt in your lack of belief. You try to neutralize your expression. It’s almost too good to be true that he’s here tonight. 

You both head into the room, lowering your voices so as not to wake your son. Your mats are placed at either side of the baby’s but Gojo sits with you on your mat for a while.

“I’m serious. I really don’t want to do this with anyone else. I really want this to work. Whatever it takes.” he says firmly, “When I said we were in this together, I meant it…even if you doubt me.”  

You search his expression for any kind of insincerity and all you find is a hint of vulnerability quaking in his voice. Gojo was difficult to read most of the time. It surprises you how open he can be, especially after you married. 

“I don’t necessarily doubt you. Sometimes, I just feel scared, because we never planned to end up this way and I hadn’t imagined what this would be like until we got here.” you whisper. 

“It’s not so bad here, isn’t it?” he chuckles, “I mean not out here in the mountains, but like with our family life. We can move the two of you in Tokyo when you’re ready. You must be dying of boredom with the low grade curses here…and the lack of department stores.”

You jab him in the ribs. Gojo has no filter and no subtlety.

He only smirks widely.

You pull up the covers on your legs and hold his face in between your hands. You kiss his forehead in a silent reply. He smiles reassuringly the dark.

It’s good to be home. 

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I wrote this as a follow up for another Gojo x reader fic who used to be engaged. Check out the other parts!

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Can you write another/the following part of "Oh, you're jealous"?

This is going to become a smut series. There's so much more to come! 👀

Warnings: pure smut, dom!Gibbs, boobjob, fingering, bathroom sex, orgasm denial, anal talk

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Yes, sir

You didn't stop the flirting, you actually increased it. Gibbs wasn't really jealous anymore, because he knew why you did it, but he'd play along. It would give him the right to punish you once he took you home and boy, did he have many ideas in mind.

He watched you dance with Tony. Your body was extremely close to his, he could see his Agent enjoying how your hips were swaying against his. It wasn't really fair for Tony, he clearly had a crush on you. But Gibbs also knew the man would have another crush by the following week.

When you walked to the counter to order another drink, you felt Gibbs's body pressing against yours. "You fucking brat." he growled in your ear, causing you to laugh. "After that drink, you're done. I want your head to be clear enough for what will happen when we get home."

"Who said I was coming home with you tonight?" you grabbed your drink that the bartender put in front of you and thanked him. You were discreetly grinding your ass against Gibbs's crotch and you could feel a consequent bulge in his pants. Before you could take a sip of your drink, he grabbed the glass from your hand, drank it all and took your hand in his.

Gibbs didn't care much if people saw the two of you entering the restroom. Actually, he hoped some people did. Especially men, that may think what a damn lucky bastard he was. Cause he fucking was.

He had a plan and he was going to stick with it. He pinned you against the wall and worked on your jeans. He didn't even bother to kiss you. "You're gonna regret everything you did tonight." He looked deep in your eyes, you were sure he could see your soul. You were pouting, waiting for a fierce kiss that never came.

Gibbs slid his hand into your panties and you jolted at the physical contact. "I hope DiNozzo didn't make you this wet." He said, with a husky voice and you shook your head no. "Tell me who's responsible for this." It was an order. You struggled to form words as he was rubbing your sensitive clit. "Y/N." He was still waiting. He wouldn't get further unless you talked.

"You-- That's all you." you finally said, throwing your head back against the wall. You tried to touch him, his arms, his chest, anything but he slapped your hands away.

"Don't make me handcuff you."

You had never been handcuff before and that idea did things to you. But maybe for another time, you weren't sure you could handle it right now. So, you inhaled intensely and kept your arms along your body.

As a reward, Gibbs entered a thick finger in your wet cunt, still rubbing your clit with his thumb. You moaned from the back of your throat and a smirk appeared on Gibbs's face, but you didn't see it as your eyes were closed.

You were so wet, he could easily entered another thick finger inside your core. "Fuck, Jethro--" you moaned and he took it as an invitation to go faster. "Yes! Right there, keep going!"

Gibbs fingerfucked you there in the bathroom of a bar. It didn't matter how loud you were, thanks to the music. He stared at you losing it under his touch and he loved every second of it.

You could feel an orgasm building inside your belly, you wrapped your hand against his wrist, digging your nails in his skin. When you were about to explode, Gibbs completely withdraw his hand from your panties and you let out a loud whine.

He smiled and sucked the fingers that was just inside you, tasting your essence. "I hate you." you complained. You wanted to beg him to keep going but it would be so easy.

"I told you, Y/N. This is just the beginning," he said, before closing the distance between your bodies. He kissed you intensely, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. "Until I say otherwise, you're not allow to touch yourself. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." you swallowed thickly.

"Good girl." he smirked and kissed you again, before exiting the bathroom.

You went back to the dancefloor. An orgasm denial was new to you, and you could feel how sensitive you were just by dancing. You kept looking at Gibbs from the corner of your eyes. The man was sitting with Fornell, talking but he was staring at you all along. "Man, she's not going to disappear, you can stop looking at her."

"Jealous much, Fornell?" Gibbs teased him.

"Well, I do wish I had someone to take to the bathroom. Details?"

*****

The car ride to Gibbs's place felt like an eternity. Before he drove off, he ordered you to open your jeans and touched yourself just lightly. You weren't allow to enter a finger inside your wet cunt, just rubbing your clit. But you were oversensitive already, just waiting to explode. When Gibbs sensed that you were close to cum, he grabbed your wrist - not so gently - to make you stop immediately. You whined again and he laughed.

"Poor thing." he teased.

He held your hand in his, rubbing small circles on your knuckles with his thumb. It was such a tender gesture, it made your heart melt, momentarily forgetting your orgasm denial. "I love you, Jethro." you said, not being able to stop yourself.

Since it's one long seat in his truck, he used his free arm to pull you against him. He took his eyes off the road just enough to kiss your temple. "I love you, too, Y/N." he whispered.

*****

Once inside his house, you didn't waste anytime and jumped in his arms. He chuckled, before responding to your needy kiss.

It required a lot of self control for Gibbs not to fuck you senseless right here, right now. He wanted to make you cum hard on his cock, making you losing control under him but that wasn't the plan.

Still kissing you intensely, he took you to the bedroom. He threw you on the bed nonchalantly. "Strip." he ordered you.

You stood on the bed and undressed yourself right in front of him. He looked at you like a lion looking at its prey. You could feel yourself dripping between your legs. It would only take a bit of stimulation to make you cum hard.

When you were completely naked, Gibbs grabbed your ankles and flipped you on the bed. In a second, you were laying on your back and he pushed on your knees to spread your legs. Your pussy was shiny from wetness and he licked his lips.

He dived in and gently licked your sensitive clit. You jolted immediately and Gibbs smirked. He made himself comfortable between your legs and started to eat you like a starving man. He alternately licked and sucked hard on your clit before putting his tongue inside your core. He tried to push it as far as he could, fucking you with it.

You were completely worked up. Gibbs felt you tensing pretty quickly. "Absolutely delicious." he growled. He had only pulled away for a brief second to talk but you instantly bucked your hips, looking for friction. He chuckled, and buried his tongue inside you again.

"Yes, Jethro! Please, don't stop!" you moaned, ready to cum on his face.

But he pulled away. "Damn you, Gibbs!" you cried.

"You don't deserve to the relief yet. You spent the entire day making me jealous, remember?" He moved to get on top of you and kissed you deeply.

“I’d apologize but I know about Rule 6 and— I do not regret it.”

“You just postponed your relief.” You looked at him with questioning eyes, but he just smirked again.

Laying by your side, he explained the rules for the next days. First, he repeated what he said at the bar: you were not allow to touch yourself in his back. Then, he made sure you remembered the safe word. And he let you what he had planned: he was going to edge you for days, you would be begging him like you never begged before. Meanwhile, he’d use you when he wants, how he wants. “Are you okay with it?”

“Yes. God yes. Use me.” You kissed him. “I’m all yours.” You whispered.

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed you more passionately, grabbing your hips to put you on top of him. You could feel the bulge in his pants, his cock was waiting to be freed and taken care of.

Unfortunately, you may cum uncontrollably if he fucked you. He wanted it. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you and fill you up with his cum and then fucking his load back in you again. But that was too risky for the plan. Especially since you just agreed to it.

Gibbs had never done anything like this. Not that his sex life had been simple or boring, but he always had limits. Probably because he knew his past partners were into all of this. But you were different. You were open-minded, ready to try anything at least once, and damn, you were so needy with him, always wet and ready for him, he felt like a fucking god. He never felt that before.

You loved sex. But sex with Gibbs, that was beyond loving it. You were craving for him, all day everyday. The man turns you on by just existing, it's too much sometimes.

"Ever tried anal?" He asked, as you were grinding against his rock hard cock.

"No... you?"

"Neither. My exes thought it was--" you kissed him to make him shut up.

"I don't give a shit about your exes. I wanna try it."

That thought only almost sent Gibbs over the edge. Thinking about his cock stretching your hole, feeling how tight you are around him, cuming deep inside your ass, and if he added the fact that he'd be the first, that was a lot. He grunted deeply under your touch. "You like that idea, don't you?" you teased him.

"We will go over the ground rules later, but for now, you're going to make me cum on those perfect tits."

"Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, sir." you smiled and kissed you one more time before going further down.

You took his pants off him, along with his briefs. He was painfully hard, you could see some precum coming out of the head. You licked it just lightly and he moaned. You gave him a few strokes with your hand before placing his cock between your breasts.

You pressed them around his length and started to go up and down. You could tell from the noises Gibbs was making that he wasn't far. You kept going, taking the head in your mouth a few times. "Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart." he growled. "I'm gonna cum."

You went as fast as you could, until he tensed under you. You felt his hot load on your chest and chin, as he cried your name. You looked at him coming and it was a freaking hot sight. You've never seen him losing it like this before. He looked even more perfect than he already was.

You laid on his side as he was catching his breath. He looked at you with such loving eyes, you wanted this moment to last forever.

He cleaned his mess on your skin with his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You opened it, sticking out your tongue and sucked his fingers clean. "How are you feeling down there?" he teased you.

"Bite me. I need a fucking shower."

Gibbs followed you to the bathroom and you two showered together.

There was some very long days ahead for you.

[remcycl333]

you don’t need to be happy to be manifest!! but...

who doesn’t want to be happy?

(long post alert, sorry in advance lol. but please read it all the way through, i really think it’ll be worth it<3)

ok, to preface this, you don’t need to be happy to manifest. i’ve manifested great, positive things while i was in depressive episodes. i manifested wonderful things with tears streaming down my face. BUT, i think something a lot of people overlook is that it’s really beneficial to feel positively about your desires.

this is something i realized a few months ago, saw great results from, and then forgot all about and, well, stopped seeing the progress i wanted. but i’m back on track now, don’t you worry.

(i’m going to be using the example of my sp, bc that’s what i have the most experience with, but this applies to literally anything u r manifesting) 

i’ve made a few other posts saying pretty much what i’m about to say in this next paragraph, so if you’ve already read those, i’m sorry for repeating myself. just bear with me lol. 

so i came to a realization a few months ago--and i don’t exactly remember how i came to this realization--that i kind of...hated my sp? like i fucking resented him. and i was like, wait a minute, that’s not right. i love my sp. that’s why i’m trying to manifest him! so why do i feel like this?

i used to focus on manifesting in steps, so naturally the first step was contact. so i’d be affirming all day every day “my sp is texting me right fucking now😡“ (and other variations) and then when he didn’t text me, it’d just make me angry at him. but technically, he didn’t even do anything wrong?? sure he didn’t text me, but he had no clue he was supposed to? idk it was all complicated and weird. and then when i wasn’t mad that he didn’t text me, i was having arguments with him in my head, preparing for some weird fight that my brain just assumed was going to happen whenever we did get into contact. which is weird, bc my sp and i never fight. like, this is my ex. yet i literally cannot tell you a single fight that we have ever had. we literally get along perfectly. we have never fought (or even argued) once in all the time that we’ve known each other. yet my brain was always fighting him. and it was just, exhausting?

and so one day, when i was troubleshooting, i realized: rem, if you were in a relationship right now with your sp, would u hate him? would u be constantly fighting with him? god i fucking hope not! 

now, what would i be thinking? i’d be laying in bed at night, hugging my pillow, thinking about how much i love him. reflecting on how happy he makes me, how perfect he is, how good he makes me feel. i’d be thinking about how he is the most perfect boyfriend i could ever have asked for. i’d be content after spending a long day with him, excited to spend the next day with him as well. 

and during the day i wouldn’t be wondering why he wasn’t texting me. if anything, i’d be wondering why he was texting me considering we were literally hanging out, together, at that very moment! 

i would trust him. i’d be walking on cloud nine. i’d be content. i’d be...happy. 

now, in no way am i saying that you need to be happy 24/7, or dancing on air, or feeling intense butterflies in your stomach. you’re allowed to have other emotions. you’re allowed to feel anger, you’re allowed to break down and cry! you’re allowed to have bad days. but if you’re feeling these negative emotions about your desire, i want you to try your hardest to release them. i don’t think any of us want to have breakdowns over our manifestations and cry about them, but if it happens, it happens. just pick yourself up afterwards--or stop it before it even really begins, trust me, it gets easier to do this--and maybe do a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, and remind yourself why you’re on this journey in the first place. once again using the sp example, it’s because you love your sp. because they are perfect for you! they make you happy. you love their smile, their laugh, the witty conversations you have with each other. you love being in their arms.  you love when they’re in your arms! they did something that made you fall in love with them, or want to be in a relationship with them. what was it? focus on that. 

enough with the sammy ingram (i could go on a whole rant about her) style affirmations. with the “he’s going to fucking text me, he has no choice, he’s my fucking boyfriend and he does what i say.” like....ew?? i used to say shit like this, and it was really what started making me resent my sp. i was ordering him around in my head, creating this weird dynamic between us (which, he wasn’t even aware was there), and getting mad when he wasn’t doing what i was ordering him to do. looking back, it was borderline psychotic. it was just turning it into me against him, and that’s not what i wanted at all. i want to be in a relationship with him, with mutual love. i don’t want to be his boss, or his mom, or his fucking military sergeant!! (i don’t even know if that was the proper term bc fuck the military, but u guys know what i mean lmfaooo)

(disclaimer if u use these types of affirmations and they work for you, go for it. but i used them for a while and they just weren’t it for me. carry on)

i guess what i’m trying to say is, those affirmations weren’t making me feel good. they weren’t making me feel like a “boss ass bitch”. they were making me feel...like a bitch. and strangely, powerless. i’d say these affirmations, or just bland ones where i wasn’t necessarily demanding my sp to throw himself at my feet and kiss my shoes and tell me he is nothing without me, and ultimately, if i wasn’t feeling resentment, i was feeling...nothing. 

once again, i want to make this so so so clear, you don’t need to be happy to manifest. but my belief? if your affirmations aren’t making you feel joy, or excitement, or contentment, then what’s the fucking point? if you think of your desire, and don’t feel positive feelings about it, then you might have lost your way a little. 

don’t worry!! it’s an easy fix. easy, and even...fun? rewarding? comforting? i just want you to take some time--laying in bed at night is the perfect time to do this in my experience--to think about why you want your desire so badly. do you want money? think of how great life is going to be once you have it. of all the stuff you’re going to buy, for yourself, and maybe even for others. don’t focus on the problems you want to fix with it right now. think of that clothing item you’ve had your eye on, or that book you’ve been wanting to read but haven’t felt like “wasting” money on. think of how excited you are to buy those things, because you’re going to! think of the good. not the bad.

remember: you create more of what you focus on. focus on the good, get the good. focus more on the bad...get more of the bad. 

your manifestation is done. it is created. it is on it’s way to you. it is here! all there’s left to do is feel excited. it’ll be here any moment now, how fucking exciting is that! it’s safe for you to be happy. it’s safe for you to focus on the feelings you would have if you had it, rather than focus on affirming specifically to bring it to you. it is safe to be happy. 

i used to affirm solely for contact, all day every day, and sometimes i’d get it. but it’d be short lived, my sp would be distant, etc. but then once i started focusing on truly living in the end and basking in my love for my sp, thinking about how perfect and amazing he is, i not only got contact (without having to specifically affirm for it), but he was actively engaged in our conversations, making up new topics to keep the conversation going, asking me about and expressing interest in my hobbies and interests, bringing up and reminiscing on old memories of our previous relationship, complimenting me, flirting with me, asking me to hang out, etc. shit i was not getting when i was “he is so fucking in love with me and he’s texting me right fucking now”-ing all day long. i started focusing on how amazing and perfect and good to me he was, and that’s exactly what i got in my reality. who would’ve thunk? 

and you know what? yeah, he fucking loves me. he misses me and he wants to be with me. but that’s a given. but that doesn’t fucking matter. i am the only person who matters in my reality!! sure he loves me, but do i love him??? that’s what the universe wants to know. that’s what truly fucking matters. the universe brings me my desires. so i’m gonna fucking desire it! 

guys, please trust me on this. just try it out, with whatever you’re manifesting. this could be what you’re missing. this could bring your manifestation to you. i promise, if you’re like i was and feel resententment or anger or hatred towards your desire, this is going to make you feel so fucking good. just stick with this for a week or two. i promise, you’ll see movement.

and remember, there is no one to change but self. don’t change them (or it), change your perception of them (or it). 

let’s make manifesting fun again!!! it’s the perfect tool to bring happiness into your life. so fucking let it!!!! 

so no, you don’t need to be happy in order to manifest. but....maybe, just maybe, prioritizing your happiness isn’t such a bad thing. i mean, who doesn’t want to be happy?