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aft3rhrs · 7 months

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— cherry ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: yandere, cheating, manipulation, corruption, pseudo incest, age gap, virgin!reader, she's quite innocent (but please always assume 18+!), inappropriate inspections ahshdhdhd, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, ridiculous amounts of "good girl", mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding kink ooops

Namjoon was just... committed. It was his job as your father to look after your heart; and everything else that came with it.

"Show me, baby," he whispered, soft lips brushing your ear. "It's okay."

It sounded so simple. Yet the words were followed by the tip of his big, hard cock pushing into you, hot breaths fanning your neck.

Tight.

You were so tight and sensitive; so inexperienced. Ever since Namjoon found out you were untouched, the thought haunted his each waking moment; and in his dreams, a fear followed, creeping up his bones, infecting all cells until his body felt sick.

What if someone else got to touch you first?

Not a soul, dead or alive deserved that. He's seen you cry over your crushes and eventually exes, seen you open up like a flower, then wither away to nothing. Boys your age were just that; boys. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, let alone of you. They were fickle leafs fluttering in the wind, and Namjoon was a rock; always there for you to lean on, the foundation of the very ground he helped you learn to walk on.

So wasn't it only natural he'd be concerned who gets to put their hands on you? Wasn't it only natural he loved you so much all other women paled beside you?

Everything between you had to remain a secret, of course, but there was nothing wrong with that — because Namjoon was your dad, and he knew best. Besides, you weren't blood related, either, and that seemed like a perfectly valid explanation for why he could do things no real dad should. It seemed reasonable when he'd come into your room and lock the door, hands sneaking under your shirt to wake you up, holding you close.

You've never really had a father before him. You didn't know what that kind of bond was supposed to look like, though you certainly longed for it. Your mother had a few boyfriends, fleeting relationships that quickly took away your childish hope of ever being the jewel in someone's crown.

And then he came along and changed everything.

That was how you found yourself here, back pressed into his chest under the weight of soft blankets. The only problem was that simple, routine inspections were not enough anymore; it was not enough to feel you wrapped around his fingers night after night. He just had to be sure no one else took what was his. Had to feel your pretty, virgin cunt struggle to take all of him, mark it with his shape.

He kissed your shoulder, stroking your hand with his thumb in mindless circles.

"Good girl."

Sleepy, and getting quite used to having him inside you, you tried to keep your eyes closed, not react to his words. But you felt yourself clench around his girth, and you knew he felt it too, from the way he moaned into your neck.

"Sorry," you whispered shakily, a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

Namjoon hugged you tighter, the scent of his cologne soothing your senses.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" He asked softly. "Feels nice... to be close. Doesn't it?"

You nodded slowly. Namjoon graced your shoulder with another sweet peck, his lips so warm on your skin.

"Nothing wrong with that, hm?"

He always said that. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; having him like this was so intimate and comforting. But on the other hand, it left you addicted to the feeling, desperate for things you knew you shouldn't really want. It didn't help how often he reassured you; tempted you with promises that if you ever needed more, all you had to do was ask. It was completely normal for your cute, little hole to clench around daddy's cock like that, after all; it was where he belonged, and your body knew it, too.

He kept kissing your face, like all he wanted was for you to know that just as you belonged to him, he always belonged to you. Nothing else mattered. Your tummy twisted when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you attempted to swallow the lump building in your throat, willed your thighs to stay still.

"My good girl," he breathed, "only daddy's. Right?"

You nodded, too scared to open your mouth and make a sound. You had no idea what would come out if you tried.

Namjoon could read you like an open book, even with his eyes closed — all the more when he was buried so deep inside you. His large palm slid down to your stomach, settling under the cotton of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers brushed the swell of your breasts, knocking your heart out of its steady rhythm.

"You're so wet. Is that only for me too?"

You pushed yourself to nod again, only this time that wasn't satisfying enough either. He skimmed the underside of your breast, opening his hand slowly enough to make your head spin. Your pussy clenched, gushing arousal, tummy churning as he finally gripped the soft flesh.

"Say, 'yes, daddy'."

You stifled a whimper, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

Another twitch inside you. You forced yourself to remain still and quiet, though Namjoon seemed too lost in you to notice your efforts, too focused on the throbbing of his cock. He squeezed your breast, his palm resting right above your pounding heart.

"And you're daddy's girl. No one else is ever gonna see you or touch you like this, no one else ever has. Right?"

A soft whine fled your lips. It was embarrassing to submit yourself like this, so openly and willingly. Yet the craving for his approval, his love and his touch was stronger than any shame, bringing you to nod some more, your eyes falling shut.

"Yes, daddy."

The bridge of his nose brushed against your neck tenderly, while his cock kept twitching.

"Good girl."

These words always instantly went to your head - and cunt. You wanted to keep being good for him, to reach for all the things he oh so kindly gave you permission to take. It was like he was just waiting for you to break until you had no scruples about the taboo of the situation. Because Namjoon himself was shameless, especially when it came to the things he wanted.

And all he wanted was you.

At last, he settled a warm hand on your hip to slip out of you. You could feel the way your pussy protested, reluctant to let him go, aching pathetically and dribbling out slick.

It was hard to breathe.

Namjoon himself was anything but happy knowing he was going to have to go back to bed frustrated again. It was probably a mixture of that, and his heart stirring at the pitiful sound you made, that broke some of his resolve. He still wanted you to listen to him like the angel he knew you were, wanted to hear you ask him to touch you, to defile you. But he simply leaned over you, giving his stiff cock a squeeze. And then he left another kiss on your cheek, the next words coming out hushed.

"I know it hurts, baby... It hurts me too. How about daddy helps you tomorrow? Would that make it go away? Hm? Would your little pussy feel better if I rubbed it for you? Just a small, tiny massage, and then it won't hurt so bad anymore."

You were starting to feel light headed, your lungs heavy, cunt pulsing in response to his suggestion. How sweetly he talked to you, like a dad just taking care of his daughter, made it sound filthier, made your body burn. You opened your mouth to respond — slowly reaching out — little girl finally about to take the hand that has been waiting so patiently for her to grasp it from the darkness of her closet.

"Please, daddy," you uttered quietly, heart beating out of your chest.

Namjoon gave his cock another squeeze, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He needed to get off, but he'd get through one more night of this torture. So that tomorrow, after all this time, he could finally release all the tension while he felt you quiver on his dick. He'd give you months worth of cum, breed you so nice and full; and that's before he'd even get to fuck you. He tried to keep his composure, gave your pretty face more kisses as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Good girl. I love you."

You rubbed your thighs together as soon as you felt him sit up, ready to make his way back to your mother.

"I love you too," you sighed, unable to think straight anymore.

He blew out your candle, then looked down at you, affectionately stroking your hair.

"I know. Sweet dreams, baby."

Maybe he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind; or maybe it was just a precaution. Either way, as much as he loved spoiling you, what kind of father didn't discipline their precious child when needed?

"Don't," he warned softly, ghosting his lips over your temple, "even think about touching yourself tonight. Daddy's gonna help you tomorrow, as much as you want. Be good and wait for me, or I'll get mad. You don't want that, do you, angel?"

A wave of chills flooded your skin. Finding no courage to look up into his eyes, you nodded again, hugging your pillow tighter.

"Good girl."

Hot all over, you watched him close the door and turned, immediately met with his scent lingering on the sheets. How were you supposed to fall asleep now?

At least you weren't alone. Namjoon was asking himself the same question, but he's been patient for so long already. He's waited, and waited, the scent of cherries lingering in the air around him, craving to bite into the sweet fruit, satiate his hunger. The wait would be worth it, he knew. And oh, he'd make sure to make it worth your while, too. All good girls deserved rewards. Especially from their dads.

#yandere bts #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts yandere #namjoon smut

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 1 month

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WAIT I LOVE THAT PUSHUP FIC. can you do one with Gaz and the reader daring him to say their name in between push-ups, and Gaz catches on, but does it anyways.

10 / 1,186 words / takes place immediately after doing push-ups with Gaz

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You watch Gaz from the corner of your eye, listening to him say your name in that low voice with each rep, grunting with concentration. Music to your ears.

His toned arms are tense with each push-up he executes. Gaz doesn’t work out to be buff or get attention. It’s all about function and utility on the battlefield for him, which means he’s not one for showing off. But you appreciate it, and you can tell he notices it by the smirk curving his lips.

He knows what you're doing. He knows exactly why you made that little request of him.

"You want me to keep going?" he asks.

"I have no problem with that.”

"Can't imagine you would."

"Hey. Less talking; more counting reps."

"Did I say I was in the market for a personal trainer?"

"I think you did, in fact," you tell him facetiously. You're still sprawled over his back, admiring how your weight barely seems to affect him each time he lowers and then pushes himself back up. "Lucky you have me here to keep you on track."

"Yeah, lucky me." He grunts a laugh and does another pushup. "Because that's my problem. Staying on track."

"I hear a lot of chatter and not enough saying my name between reps, mm?"

"Think I'd better stop doing that. You like it too much."

"And you said you wanted a challenge. Do you cut corners in the field, too? Does Captain Price know?"

He lowers himself again and holds at the bottom for a moment to increase the tension and stress on his muscles. "You're asking for it, you know that?"

You smirk, shifting yourself a little to fit more snugly against the curve of his back. "Are you threatening me, Gaz?"

"You wish." He chuckles, hardly sounding as winded as he should. "You'd be lucky for me to pay you that much attention."

He's not wrong. But still, the nerve.

Luckily, you notice you haven't heard him counting aloud, either. "What rep are you on now?"

He pauses at the bottom of his rep, then lifts up again, not quite as fast as before. "Sixty-three."

"Liar. You lost count, didn't you?"

"Of course not. You think you're really that distracting?"

You grin. "You said it, not me."

He pauses his rep at its apex this time. You glance at him, sensing the gears turning in his head. For a second, you wonder if you should be proud of yourself--if you've struck him speechless with your blistering wit.

Then he bends his elbow and drops one shoulder almost to the floor, dumping you unceremoniously off his back. You land ungracefully on your stomach with a gasp.

There's a strange look in his eye. Thirst for vengeance. You scramble to right yourself, but it's too late. Gaz drags you off the ground like it's nothing and pulls your back to his chest. He wraps his much thicker arm around your bicep and leans back, forcing your arm over your head in what you vaguely recognize as a submission hold.

You huff, trying to squirm free. His other arm comes around across your midsection to keep you in place. The fact that you're pinned in his lap doesn't escape you.

"Now who’s the distracted one?" His voice is right at your ear. "You want to tell me again how many reps I did?"

"Fifty-five. I counted."

His grip tightens. He leans back just a little more, causing your back to arch. "Try again."

You grab his arm with your free hand and try to dislodge it. Its no good. His arms are like steel. He doesn't budge an inch.

"Told you you were asking for it." His breath is warm on the shell of your ear. "Count again. Or I'll turn this half nelson into a full nelson."

Your cheeks warm. "Perv."

"You started it. Or don't you want me to say your name again?"

"I have a perfectly innocent explanation for that."

"Let's hear it, then. Go on."

"Um." You squirm a little more in his hold. His breath in your ear is making you feel crazy. "It's actually... because..."

"Because?" He's smiling now, his arm tightening against your skin. You can feel every thick muscle in his biceps and forearms. "Because what?"

You struggle to keep some kind of half-baked explanation centered in your mind. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you can't think about his chest pressing flush to your back. Or his thighs squishing your ass. Or his arm around your midsection, so close to your breasts you swear he'd brush the underside if he so much as flexed.

"Because what?" He asks again, and his voice is so husky it makes you forget all your rational thoughts. "Tell me."

"... Sixty-three," you mutter.

He laughs, the rumble of it shaking his chest against your back. "So which one of us lost count, boss?"

"I did."

"Yeah, you did." He shifts, easing the pressure on your arm. He doesn't release it completely, though. "If you wanted to hear my voice so bad, there are better ways to ask, yeah?" His other hand begins to wander down your side. Your skin burns under your workout tank. "But if you want to be a cheeky little brat about it..."

Before you can react, he bites down on your ear. Not cute and flirty, but hard enough that it hurts. Especially when you squawk and try to pull away.

"Ow!" You shove your elbow into his solar plexus.

He lets go of your arm, gasping and wheezing with laughter as he leans back. You're both surprised at how much force you packed into that elbow jab.

He smiles, though. His heart is racing from adrenaline, and when he looks at you, all pouty and out of breath, he realizes it's a good thing he's not still holding you or he might really do something stupid. He likes how quick you are, how feisty.

"That's mean," you snap.

"And calling me a pervert wasn't?"

"No! And even if it was, your thing was worse."

"Oh, yeah?" His usual soft grin turns roguish. "You wanna get even? Bite me back?"

"Gaz!"

"Then you still owe me." He stands up, stretching until his tired arm muscles pop. "So I'd better see you here tomorrow, same time. What do you say?"

You stand slowly, watching him grab his gym bag. "What if I say no?"

"I'd say you're shirking your duties as my trainer. And my counterweight. Besides, you wouldn't skip a chance to have me say your name again." He pulls the straps up over his shoulders and winks at you. "Right, boss?"

You open your mouth and close it right back up again.

Gaz has just enough self-control not to bite his lip at that rather cute expression. "Good."

He walks away, leaving you red-faced and speechless behind him.

He's right. You'll definitely be back tomorrow.

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part 1 / [part 2] / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

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sweetestdesire · 3 months

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you're not quite sure how Trevor's seemingly innocent offer of "you can sit on my lap pretty" to spare you the effort of having to grab a chair from inside to place around the fire pit at the lake house, turned into sitting on top of him, his dick buried so far inside you, that you were clenching your teeth to not let out any sound except for the occasional strained laugh at whatever not quite funny joke jack was trying to pull off. now, it wasn't like you woke up this morning and planned to what could best be described as cock warming with your brothers best friend, only a blanket covering you in front of multiple of your brothers and their friend, nonetheless. but in your defense, an hour ago, everyone had said goodnight, leaving you and Trevor alone to sit and observe the fire, listen to the lake's soft hum and be aware of each other's breathing. one thing had led to another and soon trevor's tip had been prodding at your entrance, his thumb drawing slow circles on your clit as you threw your head back onto his shoulder, gripping his tatted arm as he pushed in and out of you slowly. and then the idiots you normally called brothers and friends decided they apparently weren't going to bed anyway, instead choosing to sit around the fire once more. so here you were, both you and trevor trying to keep your composure while at the same time trying to tease the ever-loving shit out of each other; trevor's thumb striking over your clit each time you opened your mouth to say something, or you squeezing your inner walls around him each time he laughed, making him choke down the different kind of sounds threatening to spill from his lips.

OKAY, SO LET’S JUST PRETEND THAT THIS IS GOING TO BE A COHERENT EXPLANATION OF MY THOUGHTS, ALRIGHT? WHAT IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK WERE YOU THINKING, JUST DROPPING THIS SHEET-GRIPPING SCENARIO AND JUST EXPECTING ME TO BE OKAY?

GODDAMN, I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS. I NEED AT LEAST A FULL SEVEN BUSINESS DAYS TO RECOVER FROM HOW FUCKING HOT THIS SCENARIO IS. I WANT HIM. I WANT HIM RELIGIOUSLY. I WANT HIM IN A WAY THAT SETS FEMINISM BACK AT LEAST A HANDFUL OF DECADES. FUCK. ME. DEAD.

Anyways, it’s fine. I’m fine. This is fine. I am so perfectly normal about this and everything is fine.

#trevor zegras #answered 💌#my mutuals my loves 💗

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 13

Edging: a sexual technique whereby an orgasm is controlled.

Pairing: Park Jisung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, sub!Jisung, dom!reader

Word Count: 1276 words

Warnings: noona kink (I'm sorry), bad explanations about the universe, lowkey implied corruption kink (?), handjob, slight bondage, praise, pet names, creampie (they're using some kind of birth control that is just not a condom, be safe!)

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

"Noona?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there gravity?"

A smile spreads over your face. One of the many things you love about Jisung is how he is so curious about how the universe works. It's just cute to see him get excited about how the universe works.

"Because masses attract each other."

"Why doesn't the moon fall down then?"

"Because the moon is too far away, and its mass is big enough to not 'fall' down. The gravity and masses of the earth and the moon are synched perfectly for the moon not to crash down on earth, but stay up there rotating around us."

"So, if I were to let a pen fall down, but it's mass is bigger than the earth's, the earth would fly up instead?"

"In theory, yes."

"Wow."

It's always small conversations like these. And even though you don't have a hundred percent of a clue either, you like pretending that you do, just for the sake of his eyes lighting up so beautifully once something makes sense to him. Sometimes, you even make something up, just to mess with him. It's just cute how he believes everything you say.

Sometimes, his questions aren't as innocent as this one, though.

"Noona?"

"Yes, baby?" You bat your lashes at him, taking a sip of your tea that's gotten mostly cold sitting away on your bedside table.

"What is edging?"

You spit most of the liquid back out, coating the blanket with small droplets of the flavorful substance. Jisung looks at you concerned. "What?"

"Edging? Do you know what that is?"

"Are you asking me because you know it, or because you don't?"

"Because I don't," Jisung confirms. You sit up, removing the blanket from your lap while trying to remember to pull the sheets off later to wash them, and sit cross-legged in front of your boyfriend.

"Do you know remotely where it comes from?"

Jisung shakes his head, eyes widened a little in curiosity, his brows slightly raised and his lips slightly pursed. God, you could just eat him when he looks like this.

Instead, you lean forward, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear before you begin whispering, "it's a form of sex that's based of the control of an orgasm."

Jisung gasps, hand coming up to hover in front of his mouth, and you fail to suppress a smile as you lean back again. "I can't believe Haechan was asking us to try that this weekend."

"What?!" Your eyes bulge out of their sockets comically.

"Here," Jisung says, showing you his phone screen that clearly shows a message from Donghyuck in the group chat, spelling 'are we going to be edging this weekend?'

You're about as clueless as Jisung because he couldn't be meaning that right? To your luck, Chenle responds soon after, clarifying that this is about playing Fantasy Flight Games' popular table top role playing game 'Star Wars: Edge of the Empire'.

"What a weird way to phrase that," you frown, top lip pulling up in disgust.

"Word."

Silence arises, and you awkwardly clear your throat to disturb it.

"I'm kind of curious now," Jisung finally says, looking at you shyly, "edging. Does that... feel good?"

"It can, if you're into it."

"Can we- find out?"

"C-close-" Jisung warns for the second time, panting heavily. His hands are tied to the bedpost because, well, he did not know how to behave, always trying to touch you or himself to finally get to release.

Your hands on his cock stop their movements completely, letting the pressure die down for a moment before you reconnect your palms to his tip. The glide is easy due to a mixture of spit, lube and precum, and your palm is able to tease his very tip easily. Jisung moans out, hips bucking up, body trashing around the mattress as much as the ties allow him to.

"Good boy," you praise, then spit another glob of saliva to slide down his shaft, your fingers collecting the extra lubricant to smear it all across. Jisung whimpers as you thumb at his slit, focusing on teasing the tip particularly because you know he's extra sensitive from how close he is the entire time.

"Noona, s-stop-" he pants, announcing his rapidly arising high for the third time. Your hands let go of him once again, instead you let your knuckle stroke over his balls, sending shivers up his spine.

"Tell me when you're okay to go on," you remind him, stroking over his strong thighs. Jisung whimpers, hips bucking repeatedly into the air to gain friction, but to no avail.

"O-okay, go on, please," he finally says, and you waste no time in wrapping your hands around his length once more, this time using the entirety of both of them to be able to stroke tightly around the base while also massaging his tip with your palm in circular motions.

"God, shit," Jisung whines, switching between closing his eyes tightly while throwing his head back, and leaning forward again watching your ministrations on his cock. You would have never thought that a simple handjob could be this exciting for both of you.

"Please let me cum," Jisung pleads, lidded eyes finding yours, and you almost pity him.

"Not yet, baby. You're doing so good, wouldn't want to waste that now would we?" You grin, watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest flex. His eyes wander down your exposed body, taking in your naked flesh until he whines out, ripping his gaze from you as if that's what's making it even harder for him to not cum on the spot.

"S-stop," he announces once again, teeth biting down harshly on his lower lip, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries his best to hold it in. You feel your chest fill with pride at how good your boyfriend's trying to be just for you.

It makes you all giddy inside, knowing that you're the only person who would ever get to see him like this: perfect, submissive and so fucking sexy.

You start once again, slowly working him up to another high that you'll rip away from him, though you motion to sit on his thighs with a plan. The next time he announces his orgasm, you move quickly to sit atop of him, slowly easing his cock into you.

"Ah- don't-" Jisung opens his eyes, whining out loudly, his body twisting under you as he pants desperately trying not to cum when you feel so good around him. His fists ball up, and he grits his teeth.

"Can't- I can't," he says, then groans out loudly, cock twitching inside of you. There's no way he can hold back when he's inside of you, how could you expect that from him?

"Good boy, Sungie. Such a good boy," you praise him, fingers gently stroking over his form to guide him through his high. It last long, longer than usual, and the volume of the sounds he's making let's you assume that it must feel a whole lot better, too.

When he finally calms down, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that he weakly reciprocates, exhaustedly humming into your mouth.

"I love you," you whisper, and Jisung smiles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now all you have to do is wait for the upcoming weekend to find out which kind of edging Jisung prefers. You really hope it's this kind of edging.

#nct jisung x reader #park jisung #jisung x reader #nct dream smut #nct smut #kpop #smut #nct fanfic #nct dream #kpop smut #fem reader #nct x reader #nct #nct jisung #kinktober

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prettyboysun · 1 year

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a love that always feels like summer

choi yeonjun x f!reader | the rest of txt are in here too lol | set in the mid 2000′s | fluff, angst, non-detailed smut | wrote this to satisfy my yearning of a teenage summer romance in the 20th century lol synopsis: saved by yeonjun at a party once, the universe somehow manages to keep you two gravitating towards one another. eventually sneaked glances and secret rendezvous turn into something much more. will the two of you be able to break each other’s difficult pretenses of love? or will everything just turn out to be a summer fling? warnings/tw: underage drinking & smoking, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, character death, cursing word count: 12k

the four of you sat in jisoo’s brand new car gifted to her by her dad after graduation. it was a convertible and of course the roof was down on a pretty summer afternoon. you gazed out at the city passing by, the warm wind beating against your skin. “Y/n babe- this ones for you.” You turned to jisoo in the drivers seat, giving her a questioning look. You heard the beginning of since you’ve been gone by Kelly Clarkson playing and the four of you laughed in unison, shaking your head teasingly and looking back out the window. you had just broken up with your ‘boyfriend’ of almost two years. Kris asked you out halfway through junior year at your schools annual winter dance. It was pretty smooth sailing for a while, well at least you thought it was. A few weeks after your started dating you found out he only asked you out at the winter formal as a dare. When you confronted him about it, he defended himself saying he truly fell for you. it was ironic to say he fell for you after a few weeks of barely knowing each other, especially because you were truly convinced he never romantically liked you at all. he would only kiss you when he coincidentally saw you on campus to show off to his guy friends. when he was around girls, he wouldn’t even spare you a greeting. you planned dates with him at least once a month in hopes of saving your relationship, to which he would sometimes ‘forget.’ When he would show up to your dates, he was like the perfect boyfriend. Maybe having those days where it was just the two of you made you feel loved and cancelled out all the other shitty things he did. Needless to say, it was an empty, fake, high school relationship. He used you for a title and you were too foolish to notice, too foolish to listen to your friends when they advised you to break up with him. “We’re just very independent” you would tell them in defense, but eventually even you had to start convincing yourself the relationship was real. Three weeks before graduation, you had finally broken up with him. You were shocked to find him surprised about the breakup.

“Did I do something wrong? We were perfectly fine together. Are you cheating on me-“ he feigned innocence of all his wrongdoings and if someone were to witness your breakup they would think he actually loved you. He held onto your wrist looking for an explanation. you scoffed and rolled your eyes in annoyance, throwing his hand off of your wrist. ”don’t act like you ever cared about me. I’m breaking up with you, so don’t contact me and don’t act like you want me back.” You kept your explanation short, not wanting to call out all the ways in which he mistreated you—although it was tempting. He already wasted so much of your time that you didn’t even want to spend another second looking at him. “but-“ you quickly left the scene, knowing he would just make excuses if you stayed any longer to listen to him. “y/n, wait!” he didn’t even try to contact you once after the breakup, which made you despise him even more. you smiled at the memory, proud of yourself to have broken things off with that douchebag who you wasted your teenage years foolishly pining on. you wish you could take back all the firsts he stole from you.

“ugh! I can’t believe I used to like that dude.” Your head fell back against the seat and you rubbed your temples, frustrated at your past self. “girl, we tried telling you countless times.” jisoo reminded. “I know and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you guys.” You pouted, sending them apologetic looks. “boooo, you whore.” Ellie quoted mean girls, which she has been doing nonstop since it was released last year. you and your friends are convinced she watches it every night before she goes to sleep. “its okay y/n, I never listen to ya’ll either.” Karina said, which you all agreed in unison to. She was the human depiction of ‘asking friends for advice but never following it.’ “okay damn, you weren’t supposed to agree to that.” Karina folded her arms and sent each of you glares. 𓆩♡𓆪 the four of you arrived at a random house where one of many graduation parties occurred during the summer. It was a fairly large estate and a local band was supposed to be playing for the night. You stuck by karina’s side, not wanting to be left alone especially as you didn’t really know a lot of people. “Oh Sophia, hey! How are you doing?” Karina came across Sophia, your class’s valedictorian. you turned around at the name, happy to see someone you talked to during school. “Y/n, Karina, what’s up? I’m doing great, how bout you guys?” “im doing good.” “Same here.” You added on. “so ms. valedictorian, any plans this summer?” Karina asked. Unlike your stereotypical nerdy valedictorian, Sophia had a lot of friends and was very easy going. “haha please, we already graduated.” She gave Karina a playful push on the shoulder. “just trying to enjoy my last summer here before I move to reed university for the semester.” “Awwww, so you’ll be going out of state?” You were truly sad to see one of your friends leave, but also proud of her. “yep, my mom and dad want me to, so-“ she just shrugged her shoulders and gave a tight lipped smile. “oh damn, as long as you’re happy though.” Your friend Karina shrugged too. Not wanting to say much on the matter to dictate sophia’s life. You gave a sad smile to her. “thanks guys. I’ll see you around?” She gave a thankful smile in return. “yeah, we’ll see you around.” You replied to her. The both of you waving goodbye as she trailed off to god knows where in the crowded house. you and Karina make your way to the drinks section, your eyes landing on a familiar face handling the drinks. “what the hell, Beomgyu?!” You excitedly call his attention to you. Also greeting Taehyun who was by his side. Karina wandered off to catch up with another group of people. “y/n!” Beomgyu offers a big smile to you and gives a side hug. “we’re the mixers for tonight.” Beomgyu motions to the drinks and supplies in front of them. “I can see that.” You hesitantly nod, suspicious about their abilities to mix drinks that don’t taste like poison. “we’ve been asking people to vote on the better mixer and as you’d expect, of course I’m winning.” Taehyun said cockily, earning a glare from Beomgyu. “Yeah right, flirting with the girls doesn’t count in getting you votes.” You laughed at their usual banter. “Mmm I believe it. If Beomgyu can’t mix substances in chemistry he sure can’t mix drinks.” Beomgyu’s jaw dropped at your words, sporting a shocked expression. You recall the time the three of you had chemistry class together, in which you grew close to Beomgyu who was assigned to sit next to you. Taehyun had always joined the two of you for group projects and labs. “Hah! Nice one!” Taehyun laughed and held his hand up for you to hi-five. “Don’t bother finding anything to say back, you wouldn’t have passed chemistry if it wasn’t for y/n.” Taehyun just added fuel to the fire. “I’m not doing this anymore.” Beomgyu pushed the red cups back and stepped away from the counter with the most deadpan expression on his face. “Beomgyu no!! We need your amazingggg mixing skills.” You said sarcastically, reaching out your hand to him so he wouldn’t leave. As if on cue, a group of friends pulled up to the counter, tasking Taehyun and Beomgyu with making them drinks. Of course, they had to ask the innocent group of friends about who made the better drinks. “Y/n, the band playing tonight is gonna start performing in likeeeee-“ he looked over at the digital clock behind him. “-10 minutes! They’ll be in the back.” “You guys aren’t coming?” You asked him. Not wanting to be alone outside. “In a few, after we’re finished here.” “Alright then.” You gave a small smile and waved to them as you left to the backyard. 𓆩♡𓆪 you savored the cool night breeze the backyard had to offer, although it was still victim to the loud music blasting from inside the house. the backyard was significantly less crowded and consisted of different friend groups hanging out in their own worlds, couples flirting or making out and the band setting up their equipment for the night. You joined Karina and jisoo who were talking with a group of familiar faces. Laughing and catching up with them was although short-lived as you witnessed hoards of people making their way into the backyard. The music in the house stopped moments prior, someone probably announcing that the bands performance was about to start. you had now stood up to join the crowd forming around the band. screeeeeeeeech the feedback from the mic had made everyone cringe and stop their conversations. Some people complaining and letting out curses from the horrible sound. “oh shit- sorry about that yall.” a guitarist from the band had spoken into the microphone. “but anyways!…..” the band had introduced themselves and the songs they were going to perform. Soon enough everyone in the crowd were jumping and dancing to the upbeat pop-rock song they were playing. You had eventually even came across beomgyu and Taehyun in the crowd with their friends. In which you opted to dancing and jumping around with them too. You bended over clenching your stomach in laughter having front row seats to witness beomgyu and some random dude having an impromptu dance battle. now a slow ballad song was playing and some people in the crowd danced with their friends, some grabbed the closest person nearby and others took the opportunity to be close to their crushes of the night. you were currently slow dancing with Karina who was conveniently nearby. You had giggled at a drunk Ellie who was dramatically swaying to the music with her boyfriend. He looked panicked as he tried to stop her from losing balance and toppling over. You looked in another direction to see beomgyu and his friend sensually dancing together. “Rina, look at them.” you pointed in the direction of beomgyu and his friend, the two of you laughed together after seeing beomgyu grope his friends bottom, witnessing the horrid expression on his friends face as it turned into a sneaky smile before he did the same to beomgyu--earning a quick slap on the hand from him. you enjoyed the relaxing melody of the song and the joyous atmosphere of it all, even the fairy lights strung from the roof looked especially pretty tonight. you peered over karinas’s shoulder and saw one of beomgyus close friends embracing a popular cheerleader from your school as they slowly swayed to the music. He slowly leaned down towards her face. Before you could see what happened another couple moved in front of your line of sight, blocking the view. You looked away but nonetheless were curious. “hey, is luna hooking up with anybody?” You asked Karina as she was also on the cheer team. “hm?” Karina gave you a confused expression, surprised at the sudden question. “not that I know of. I don’t think she’s dating anyone either. Why?” “nothing, just wondering.” You returned to dancing. 𓆩♡𓆪 the band wrapped up their last song and everyone went their separate ways. some people made their way home hauling their drunk friends with them or went inside the house for more drinks. “hey y/n!” You turned around at the sound of Taehyun calling your name. You dismissed yourself from your group of friends and made your way over to Taehyun and beomgyu with their friends. “Y/n, this is kai and soobin who go to bear creek.” Bear creek was the high school on the other side of town.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You offered a small wave and smile to the two tall boys in which they did the same. You recognized kai as the friend beomgyu groped earlier.

“So I saw you two getting it on on the dance floor earlier.” You motioned to beomgyu and kai with a playful tone. The group of boys all made different sounds of acknowledgment. You saw soobin hiding his face behind his hands and shaking his head groaning in embarrassment over the two’s shenanigans. “yeah sorry we got a little carried away.” Beomgyu fluttered his long eyelashes and tucked his imaginary hair behind his ear. Kai’s loud laugh in return caught your attention and made you laugh too. “y/n, try this.” Taehyun handed you a cup with unknown substances in it mixed into a light pink color. “you still need to decide who the better mixer is.” “haha!” Beomgyu let out a loud laugh. “Oh cmon Taehyun don’t embarrass yourself like this.” you took a small sip of the drink Taehyun handed to you. You slowly nodded your head at the taste. “Not bad…” slightly grimacing at the bitter aftertaste. “ok now try mines.” You gave the cup back to Taehyun and took the blue drink beomgyu had in his hands. “wait, palette cleanser first.” You took a quick gulp of the bottle of coke you had in your hands. the 4 boys watched in amusement as you took a sip of beomgyus drink. Taking the cup away from your lips with wide eyes that made the boys laugh, you took another sip. You were surprised with how good beomgyu’s drink was. It tasted nothing like alcohol and instead resembled the blue raspberry airheads if they were in liquid form. “Taehyun, it’s not good to flirt with people for votes.” You said with the utmost feigned concern in your voice and expression, making the boys jest at Taehyun. You laughed at taehyuns helpless expression. “I’ll be back guys, need to use the restroom.” You pointed to the house behind you over your shoulder. “m’kay see you later.” Beomgyu and the boys bidded goodbye. Before you could open the sliding door into the house you felt a hand grab at your wrist. “Y/n. Let’s talk.” You turned around to be met with kris. Immediately smelling the alcohol ooze off of his body and especially in his breath as he spoke. ‘Oh great, what a way for my night to be ruined.’ You rolled your eyes and sighed. “kris. We broke up. there’s nothing to talk about.” “y/n please it’ll be real quick. You can’t just break up with me like that.” You gave him a look of disbelief at his whiny tone. “oh my god, grow up will you?” You shook off his hands from your wrist. “y/n stop being stubborn just talk to me.” he gave you a pleading look on that annoying face of his. he had stopped you at the back entrance into the house so people who passed by surely were able to hear what the two of you were talking about. Not wanting to cause a scene you agreed to talk to him. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ he brought you to the side of the house, which happened to be empty at the moment. “Okay, what do you want.” You stood in front of him, impatiently crossing your arms and anxiously chewing at your lips. “did I do something wrong? we dated for so long y/n and now you want to break up with no explanation?” “no explanation?! Your actions alone were enough of an explanation. You can’t just date me and act like I don’t exist!” Maybe it was whatever Taehyun and beomgyu put in those drinks that made you raise your voice but you truly wanted to be calm talking to xxxxx. It just seemed impossible now that he was actually in front of you, asking you what went wrong in the relationship. well the very problem in your relationship was standing right in front of you. “You know I hate clingy people y/n, we went through this so many times already.” You let out an exasperated scoff in disbelief at his words. “acknowledging my existence isn’t called being clingy. did you ever once ask me out on a date? Remember our anniversaries? Shit-“ you arms flew up in disbelief remembering certain moments. “-you never even said hi to me when you were busy sucking up to other girls. Couldn’t you at least spare your own girlfriend a glance?” “babe, be serious here. yeah I sometimes forget those things but you’re still my girlfriend, I still like you.” Before you could say anything back he stepped closer to you, one hand on your waist and the other caressing your cheek. Oh how you used to love when he touched you—or even showed you any affection at all. “don’t babe me, what the fuck kris we broke up already, it’s over.” You stepped away in disgust at his touch, removing his hands from your body. “y/n, baby, I know you’re not serious. you already know I’m sorry” He stepped closer to you once again with a grin on his face. How dare he find this situation amusing? this time he restrained both of your hands by holding them, stopping you from pushing him away. his face went closer to yours, trying to kiss you. “Ugh-get the fuck off me! You’re drunk! Let go!” You struggled against his strong hold, moving your face around and squirming to avoid his disgusting lips on your body. you weren’t going to let this be like the countless times you’d call him out for being a lousy boyfriend, which always ended up with him manipulating you and getting you into bed ‘as an apology.’ “Hey dude-” The two of you look in the direction of the unfamiliar voice. You see beomgyu’s friend from earlier taking a puff of a cigarette. Exhaling the smoke then tossing it onto the ground, killing it’s flames with the bottom of his shoe. Has he been standing there the whole time? “-she said it’s over already. What’s so hard to understand about that.” He calmly states in his low voice. You took the chance to free yourself from kris’s hold and distance yourself from him, rubbing your wrists in pain from his tight hold. Kris scoffs and looks to the side. Closing his eyes for 2 seconds in frustration, his tongue poking his cheek from the inside. He returns his gaze to beomgyus friend, pissed at his audacity to interfere in his business. “it’s none of your fucking business. Fuck off already Choi Yeonjun.” you remember tagging along with kris to a party when you first began dating. You had witnessed kris try to joke around about something out of line, which yeonjun didn’t stand for. So when yeonjun called him out in front of everyone at the party, he got heated and tried to start shit with him. After that encounter kris became pissed at you whenever he saw you hanging around Beomgyu and Taehyun at school. “how can I when I came here with her?” He steps close to your body, putting an arm over your shoulder and leaning into your side. your heart speeds up from the close proximity. Taking note of how warm he feels and how he smells like cigarettes, yet also sweet, probably from his cologne. “you and y/n?” Kris lets out a mocking snicker and shit eating grin. Crossing his arms in amusement and disbelief at the sight. “I don’t believe it.” you clenched your fists at your sides and narrow your eyes out of anger. You were tired of always being belittled by him. Before you can speak up to defend yourself yeonjun softly brushes the hair away from your left shoulder, planting a warm lingering kiss onto the exposed juncture between your neck and shoulder. he leave his lips there for a second before opening his eyes to look directly into kris’s. you bite your lip in order to hold back the butterflies you feel in your stomach and the blood rushing to your cheeks. “well hopefully you’ll believe it now.” You can see the right corner of his lip curl up into a smirk. kris stands there frozen. His gaze travels back and forth between you and yeonjun before looking at you. “first Taehyun and beomgyu, and now yeonjun?” He laughed a little too hard. “Always knew you were a slut.” He says directly while looking into your eyes. You feel yeonjun’s body tense up against yours. Your heart beats faster out of anger and your eye brows furrow, flinching at the slur he called you. He leaves, shoulder bumping into yeonjuns on the way out. you and yeonjun stand there side by side, with his arm still hanging around your shoulder. you take a slow breath to cool down and calm your nerves. Looking up at yeonjun, he has an unreadable expression while staring straight ahead. He stays like that for a few moments before taking his arm off your shoulder and placing it into the back pockets of his jeans. his body now facing yours. You couldn’t help but notice how stupidly good his arms looked in his wife beater flexed in that position. the light from the sconces mounted on the wall making them seem like they were perfectly sculpted by some ancient artists. Why the hell were you focusing on yeonjuns arms right- “should I have beat his ass up?” He asks in a too casual tone and serious expression, breaking you out of your thoughts. you burst into a smile and giggle at the absurdity of it all. “he’s not even worth the trouble, trust me.” You convincingly tilt your head at him, you were pretty sure he knew where you were coming from after being there to witness the whole ordeal. “i’ll have to agree with you on that one.” you smiled at his comment before realizing the situation you were in. You slowly crossed your arms while avoiding looking in yeonjun’s direction. “but was all of that really necessary?” you asked. it was your first time meeting him but he just witnessed you arguing with your shitty ex. you were now suspicious of him, especially after witnessing him (maybe) kiss someone earlier. Or maybe he was just too attractive for you to let your guard down around. Yeonjun let out an amused smile at your now defensive stance and disposition. he found your little pout and flustered expression cute. “I don’t think he would’ve gone away if I hadn’t done that.” yeonjun looked at you, watching you nod slowly and kick at random pebbles on the ground. “I only witnessed everything up to the part where he forced himself on you.” He assured. You looked up at yeonjun with obvious relief shown on your face. ‘cute’ yeonjun thought to himself. Smiling at your adorable antics. “oh, okay then, that’s good. thanks for saving me.” you looked up to offer him a small smile of gratitude. he didn’t say anything but instead just softly looked at you — staring at you, almost. You stood there awkwardly under his gaze, silence suddenly taking over the atmosphere. Yeonjun in all honesty was enamored with you. He liked the way you avoided eye contact with him but at the same time weren’t shy to look directly into his eyes. He liked the way you seemed small and fragile but also knew how to stand your ground. He liked the way your features were shadowed and highlighted by the light nearby. he wanted to know more about you. “next time you go to these parties, call me? i’ll be your personal bodyguard.” You were caught off guard by his strange request. “hm?” You let out a confused noise that shocked even you. You didn’t mean for your confusion to slip out like that. yeonjun laughed heartily at your reaction. The sound making you ease up. “so? you don’t like the idea of a completely free personal bodyguard?” He tilted his head at you and smirked. You’d be lying if you said his annoyingly pretty face alone didn’t convince you to entertain his strange request. you were interrupted before you could speak up to accept his offer. “y/n! Is that you?” You looked away from yeonjun to see jisoo calling out your name, aggressively squinting to see if it was truly you she was seeing. you saw Karina and ellie’s boyfriend Jacob occupied with dragging a drunk Ellie to the direction of the car. you’ve never felt more grateful about jisoo basically being blind than in this moment. Part of you didn’t want to have to explain to your crazy friends about why you were seen alone with yeonjun at a secluded part of the house—the famous yeonjun whom everyone knew and pined over. You thanked jisoo in your head for saving you from the awkward situation with yeonjun. “yeah, its me! I’ll be there soon!” You shouted in her direction, hoping her horrible vision wouldn’t allow her to notice yeonjun with you. you turned your attention back to the boy in front of you, leaving him hanging about his request to be your ‘personal bodyguard.’ “Tell the guys I said bye?” you felt bad about telling them you’d be back, only to disappear for the night. “yeah, I’ll let them know.” you started to jog to catch up with your friends. ‘did I just get rejected?’ yeonjun thinks to himself after failing to get your number and also having you walk away from him like nothing happened. He starts to follow your now distant figure. “bye y/n!” you looked back to see yeonjun who moved from his previous spot and was now waving at you beneath the moonlit summer night. a pretty smile shown on his face. In all honestly it felt weird hearing your name come from his mouth. “bye yeonjun!” You waved back to him and returned his smile. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡ yeonjun caught up with the four boys in the backyard. “Where have you been?” Soobin eyes yeonjun up suspiciously. “Probably making out with some random girl.” Kai squealed the last part out in a childish tone, earning a punch to the shoulder from yeonjun. “y/n wanted to say bye to you guys but she left with her friends already.” Yeonjun took a sip from the red cup he snatched from Taehyun. “ew the hell is this? this is horrible.” He grimaced at the bitter taste and swirled around the liquid in the cup. He was confused from the silence amongst the usually noisy boys. he looked up to be met with judging expressions from not only beomgyu and Taehyun but also soobin and kai who had only just met you that night. “what?” Yeonjun asked, not knowing why they were looking at him like that. “y/n?? As in my friend y/n??” Beomgyu questioned, pointing to himself with that judging look still on his face. “cmon man, not y/n.” soobin added on. He had only met you that same night but already liked your presence. “oh my goddddd.” Yeonjun sighed and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t make out with her and I didn’t sleep with her.” He swept his onyx hair back. “yeah, we know, y/n would never stoop that low.” Taehyun said earning him an astonished expression from yeonjun and laughs from soobin and kai. eventually the topic of conversation switched after yeonjun put taehyun in a head lock. beomgyu who was the closest to you was still shocked at hearing yeonjun mention your name so casually. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you woke up to the bright sun piercing though your window. ‘I thought I closed them last night.’ You groggily think to yourself. Maybe the sound of your door opening and your moms voice wasn’t apart of your dream after all. You tried, really tried to ignore the bright sun and go back to sleep but with the snores of Ellie passed out dead next to you and her legs strewed over yours, it was impossible to succumb to your precious sleep. You sighed and admitted defeat for the day, sitting up to see the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:32 in the morning. You had honestly forgotten you lost the game of Rock Paper Scissors to your friends, which explained Ellie sleeping with you in your bed. Despite her intoxicated mind last night, she was able to let you guys know that her parents would kill her if she came home drunk at night. you were all very shocked to hear Ellie sound perfectly sober while explaining to her parents she would spend the night at your house. As expected from a drama kid. you managed to move your leg that was asleep—under the weight of Ellies leg—off the bed and carried the rest of your body towards the bathroom to freshen up. You mindlessly brushed your teeth, going over random thoughts in your head. your encounter with yeonjun last night managed to make itself known in your head. You took the toothbrush out of your mouth, sighing loudly and placing both of your palms on the counter, using it to support your weight while you closed your eyes. ‘Choi Yeonjun…?’ You shook your head in disbelief at the moment the two of you shared last night. ‘Personal bodyguard??’ You chewed at your lip and shook your head some more. “yeah I liked that movie too.” You yelped and jumped back in surprise, seeing Ellie standing beside you, currently yawning and having her hands in your shorts (that you struggled to put on her last night) scratching at her butt. You couldn’t believe you were thinking out loud and couldn’t believe you didn’t hear Ellie enter the bathroom. Hopefully she only heard the second part of your inner thoughts. “god, make some noise will you, scared the crap outta me.” you eye her up offendedly, your words being a bit muffled from the toothpaste in your mouth. “sorry ‘bout that biatch.” She takes her toothbrush that’s been at your house from the countless sleepovers with your friends. The two of you eventually stare at the mirror busy brushing away. you lean down towards the faucet to rinse your mouth with water before Ellie lets out 3 astonishing syllables. “CHWE FMKIN UNJOON?!” (Actually 5 syllables) you manage to decipher her muffled words as ‘choi fucking yeonjun.’ Before you can retaliate you’re busy trying to catch your breath from choking on the minty sink water. You look up to see Ellie staring at you with saucer eyes, looking comical as the blue foam escapes past her lips and her arm remains holding in the toothbrush in her mouth. When you return eye contact she hurriedly spits out the toothpaste in her mouth. After at least 5 minutes of back and forths in the bathroom you finally give in and tell her all about what happened the night before. “the peng yeonjun? Yeonjun who only actually speaks to girls if he’s gonna screw them that night? And fuck kris! m proud of you for standing up to him.” Ellie says all at once as you sit facing each other on your bed. “yes! that yeonjun, starts with a y and ends with an n. The only person in this town named yeonjun. And yeah screw kris, that jackass—wait, what do you mean yeonjun who sleeps with girls?” You asked dumbfounded. “y/n literally everyone knows this already, even emo Gregory.” (Emo Gregory being the dark emo kid at your school who talks to literally no one.) okay you knew she was lying about emo Gregory because there’s no way he would know anything about yeonjun who went to a different high school. “Every single girl says they wish they were Luna just so they could get yeonjun’s attention.” Suddenly the information Ellie told you and the scene you witnessed on the dance floor last night started to make sense. “are they… fuck buddies…?” you hesitantly ask, almost asking if they were dating but with the context clues of the information you just received, you redacted it to friends with benefits. Ellie slings both her arms backwards and falls on her back onto your pillows. “ugh idk, they don’t seem like that though, more likeeeeee…besties…?” She tilts her head at the thought and grimaces. “they’re just…weird, that’s all I know.” you sit there in silence trying to process it all. “-and I also know I have a banging ass headache.” ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . later that evening you walked to a nearby Chinese restaurant to pick up dinner for your family. You had your mini disc player in hand and headphones playing your favorite band from the 70’s, bee gees. Having your parents be friends with the owners meant simply placing an order over the landline. you walk into the cozy restaurant, hearing the chime of the door go off. ‘Oh Y/n! Your food will be out in a few.’ Your family friend told you as you waited by the counter. through the music in your headphones you could hear a familiar sound. You looked up to see a familiar group of boys gathered at a table, kai’s laugh in particular catching your attention. You stayed at your spot for a bit, not wanting to intrude. Until you met eyes with beomgyu who was facing your direction, in which you gave him a disgusted look while raking his body up and down with your eyes. something the two of you usually did whenever you met eye contact across the room. He did the same to you, making kai and soobin turn their heads in your direction. They waved at you and called your name to which you reciprocated with a smile: which is how you found yourself seated at a table in a Chinese restaurant waiting for your food with three particular boys engaging in casual conversation. “y/n, help yourself.” Soobin motioned to the food laid out in front of them, half eaten and all. “no it’s okay.” You waved your hands in front of you to deny his offer. “My foods coming out in a bit anyways.” “soobin, we already ate the food.” Hueningkai breaks out into an awkward fit of laughter, apologizing to you on the behalf of soobins offer. Beomgyu pushes soobins head (which he was in fact looking at his lap in shame) with his knuckles, clicking his tongue at him. “Boy are you embarrassing.” soobin threatens to do the same with beomgyu, which makes him flinch in his seat. You laugh at the scene. “Leave the poor boy alone.” You say to kai and beomgyu. “At least y/n has my back.” He sneers at the two boys and crosses his arms in defense. “taehyun isn’t here with you guys?” You ask, used to seeing he and beomgyu together. before you could receive a reply from kai, beomgyu cuts him off. Propping his elbow on the table and putting his fist against his cheek to hold his head up. Hearing about one of his close friends reminded him of another. “soooooo you meant yeonjun huh?” You’re caught off guard by the question but try not to show it. “yeahhhhh, last night at the party actually.” You stretch out the first part just as beomgyu did with his question. not receiving any words back you slowly sit back into your seat and cross your arms in suspicion. “Why?” “mm nothing, just didn’t know you two had met.” Beomgyu says dismissively, pursing his lips at the thought. Soobin and kai sat there awkwardly, switching their sights between the two of you and observing the strange atmosphere. you were saved from beomgyu’s weird behavior by the owner calling your name out for your finished order. “bye kai, bye soobin. i’ll see you guys around.” you waved goodbye to them as you quickly got up from your seat next to beomgyu. You were a bit pissed at beomgyu for suddenly making the atmosphere awkward with his friends around, perplexed at his actions. the boy in question was as bit as perplexed as you were. He didn’t want to admit he was being possessive of you as his friend. If it were with soobin and kai he wouldn’t mind, but with yeonjun? Yeonjun who mentioned your name so casually that night, as if he’d known you for as long beomgyu knew you? Yeonjun, his dear friend that he loved and cared for... maybe he was possessive over both of his friends, actually. ------------ GODDAMn I wrote this like a few months ago and wanted to post it as a full story but I got writers block lol... depending on how well this does I might find the inspiration to write more chapters for it idk :/ also might change the title of this :0

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Aziraphale’s Story Is Perfect

A “Good Omens 2” Essay

Many believe what happened with Aziraphale at the end of season 2 was out of character or ruined his character growth from season 1, but in reality it did the opposite.

It was coming all along.

I have heard multiple people say that those last 10-15 minutes of season 2, episode 6 ruined Aziraphel’s character, but in reality it was perfectly in character for him.

(I know, bold words from some scrub on the internet. I just ask that you all hear me out first.)

To begin with, there are three main factors which deeply influenced Aziraphale’s final decision at the end of Good Omens, season 2. These are purity/naivety, idealism, and love.

One thing many seem to forget about Aziraphale’s character is how pure and naive he is—and how naive angels generally are in this series. In season 2, Aziraphale’s purity/naivety is pointed out by other characters on a few occasions. One happens while Nina is asking Crowley about what is going on between him and Aziraphale, eventually asking if he’s his “bit on the side.” Crowley shuts this down instantly saying how Aziraphale is “too pure” to be anyone’s “bit on the side.” This definitely points out the angel’s purity, but also hints at his naivety considering context. “Bit on the side” refers to having a sexual relationship with someone who is not married to you, which is why Crowley said to Nina that Aziraphale is too pure for that. Sex before marriage is often considered a sin in religion, and Aziraphale being an Angel must follow God as closely as he can. In addition, it is also quite possible he has limited knowledge on sexual pleasure or sex in general, showing not just purity, but naivety. For example, children are not just pure and innocent with little exposure to such topics, but also naive because of being unaware of it.

The second instance was also led by Nina in the bookshop moments before our last 10-15 minutes of disaster. This time, she points out how Aziraphale is the cheerful one who “still believes in magic,” out of the two. Given she is trying her best to tell Crowley the two of them were literally made for each other (which who knows, maybe they were?), it still points out Aziraphale’s purity and naivety.

Children believe in magic, and children are often naive and can make poor decisions because of this. Why are they naive? It is because they lack experience. Experience removes innocence, and in return can destroy purity and naivety. It is revealed through this comment, and previous characterization (from both seasons), that Aziraphale is still childlike. His love of magic shows he is still a child at heart. Why would any being capable of real magic care so much for “fake magic?” The only explanation is because it catches the wonder of his inner child. Aziraphale, despite all his time on Earth, still lacks experience. Unlike Crowley, his trauma did not force him through physical changes and mental agony. Both Crowley’s fall and life with Hell were incredibly unpleasant. That is why Crowley, who suffered a lot worse than Aziraphale is more “mature,” for lack of better words. He has more experience and has lost most of his inner child he once had (shown when he was making the universe) than Aziraphale has. In short, Aziraphale lacks experience.

Overall, this purity and naivety is Aziraphale’s greatest character flaw. When his life first started and we reflect on season 1, he once believed all angels must be as pure as Heaven. That was until things such as Armageddon were planned. Then he was able to have enough experience to know that some angels in charge are not as pure and good as he once believed. This begins to sway his perspective on them, but due to his naivety he still believes that Heaven is innately good and that nothing can change its innate goodness. That is because of what he was exposed to from early creation, Crowley being the only reason Aziraphale made any changes or grew at all. Without Crowly’s influence, Aziraphale may have simply gone along with Armageddon since the almighty plan, that God is in charge of, is the correct one (at least to him).

We see this a bit in season 2 in episode 1. When Crowley is making the universe and Aziraphale reveals it will be destroyed in a few million years, Crowley is greatly upset by this. However, Aziraphale said it casually, making clear he puts full trust into God’s decision because that is how he was “raised.” As an angel, he is to carry out God’s plan/s, no matter how absurd they may seem. This, however, becomes a struggle for Aziraphale since some of these plans are morally wrong.

This moves us towards the next leading factor into Aziraphale’s choice, idealism.

When Aziraphale is offered the spot as archangel, it is clear he was hesitant. However, given the chance to help lead some of Heaven’s greatest decisions and to bring Crowley with him and turn him back into an angel (more on this later) he accepts. However, his choice seems odd with how poorly Heaven has treated Aziraphale, and how they really wanted him dead after stopping Armageddon. At the same time, he sees this offering as Heaven, and in return God, forgiving him. This forgiveness plays into his naivety, reinforcing his belief that Heaven is good. Heaven forgave him for his actions and is awarding him, thus seeing his goodness. This means Heaven must be good too and can understand goodness. Unfortunately for Aziraphale, this belief that Heaven itself is innately good is his ideal version of Heaven. He cannot believe that Heaven, the light, is not innately good, pure, and innocent. So, he sees it as his ideal version of itself for it is the only version that makes sense to him.

In short, his idealism of Heaven drives him towards accepting the offer. As he sees it, an angel as good as himself with such power can ensure that Heaven is indeed innately good. At the same time, if Crowley agreed then he could save Crowly—since Heaven is the “good guys” and everyone wishes they could be there. Finally, on top of this, by ensuring Heaven is good and pure like himself and like Crowley, Aziraphel could solve his greatest challenge: Trying to be an angel who follows Heaven as closely as he can.

His idealism of Heaven and nativity together give him this “identity crisis.” We see this clearest in the minisode of season 2, episode 2. At the end of the struggle with Job, Aziraphale believes Crowley has come to him to take him to Hell. It is clear that Aziraphale fears falling, but in this situation has decided he deserved it for lying to Gabriel. It catches the angel completely off guard when the demon tells him that he is not being sent to Hell. This is when Aziraphale’s identity crisis truly begins.

He realizes he is no longer completely pure and loyal to God since he lied to the supreme archangel. Lacking purity, he should have fallen; he should be punished for his actions; he cannot be an angel now. Those intrusive thoughts begin to haunt Aziraphale, and create this tension. Him believing that Heaven is innately good and that all good, pure people go to Heaven, and that angels are magical beings that must represent this goodness, he finds himself suffering. Since being an angel is his identity, he must fit into the angelic mold. However, with how Heaven does things, some being the opposite of what his Heaven stands for, he fails to do this for it seems wrong. As a result, he begins to wonder if maybe it is him and not Heaven itself. This is why he struggles with his identity. He is struck wondering: Is he an angel if he does the morally right thing to him, or the morally right thing according to Heaven and God?

Realizing he could make these moralities the same when in the supreme archangel position, Aziraphale finds the offer upmost tempting. He can improve the angels around him, he can ensure his Heaven and actual Heaven are the same, and he can rescue Crowly from damnation. As he sees it, he has struck a pot of gold.

That leads to the last factor: Love.

In season 2, love became the main focus with the mystery surrounding a secret love between Gabriel and Beezlebub. Along with this, we watched the ineffable husbands attempt to get Maggie and Lisa together, knowing Maggie has a crush on her. These relationships in the season are present not just to provide a plot, but also to mirror Good Omen’s true story, this being the “forbidden” love between Crowley and Aziraphale.

Aziraphale loves Crowley. This has been clear from the very beginning. However, Aziraphale cannot understand these emotions completely. He knows the other is at least his friend, perhaps his best friend, but that is as far as his thoughts go on the title of their bond. It is through Aziraphale’s actions that we can confirm that he loves everything about Crowley. There are little details such as the glances he exchanges with him, how he says his name, yellow being pretty, how his love language is touch, etc. In short, only someone who is blind would fail to notice that Aziraphale loves Crowley.

Unlike Crowley, Aziraphale never comes to terms with these feelings because the two never talk about it, and he is ultimately unaware of them. This ties into his naivety since he sees it as nothing more than the feelings of a friendship, Crowley being the only friendship he actually has. Without another to compare it to, it is harder for one with more innocence in life than experience to understand what they are feeling. Crowley is lucky enough to have that forced conversation with Maggie and Nina in the bookshop, but Aziraphale did not.

Now, how does love play a role?

It all starts back at the very beginning before the universe. Crowley, as an angel, was filled with that same childish glee Aziraphale can still experience through things like human magic tricks. Since then, Aziraphale has never seen Crowley with that much wonder and joy. Now, loving the other as he does, getting the chance to make Crowley an angel again becomes even more appealing. One thought that likely crossed Aziraphale’s mind was that he could bring that joy back to Crowley by reversing the physical effects of Hell. However, this ignores all the experience Crowley has gained since then by asking questions and being on his own side. Hence, Crowley turns Aziraphale down. This upsets him. He wants to make Crowley happy, but fails to realize making Crowley an angel will not return that joy. He is still too naive and pure to realize that Crowley’s trauma from the fall still haunts him (which is why in season 1 we saw him change the subject every time it was brought up).

At least half out of love, Aziraphale took the Metatron’s offer. He thought it would solve not just his issues, but Crowley’s issues as well. However, it instead led to a massive fight between them, leading to a sudden kiss just before Crowley storms out of the bookshop.

Aziraphale is now a mess of emotions. Not long after, the Metatron arrives to see how it all went. Of course, Aziraphale reveals how Crowley took it very poorly. We then see that Aziraphale clearly hesitates to leave with the Metatron right away. He is clearly nervous, and tries his best to find an excuse to stay. For example, he asks who will take care of the bookshop, to which it is revealed Muriel will. Only once Aziraphale runs out of excuses does he leave for Heaven. Why? It is all because he loves Crowley. He tried his best to find some excuse to buy him time or turn the Metatron down. If Crowley was not part of the offer, he could have argued he had to keep an eye on the demon. Then he might have gotten himself off the hook.

Truthfully, there is no way Aziraphale went up that elevator to Heaven without feeling any guilt. His issue is that he is too nice, too pure, and too naive. He could not turn the Metatron down because he would feel bad for doing so. Furthermore, he may have felt like he had lied to the Metatron since he already agreed. However, at the same time, if he goes he knows he will hurt Crowley even more.

Finally, a small detail is his actions before stepping into the elevator to Heaven. Before Aziraphale 100% commits himself, he asks what the plan is. When the Metatron says it is called “the second coming,” Aziraphale instantly loses his smile. We then see him look back at Crowley before putting on a fake smile and stepping inside the elevator. He knew what the Metatron meant, and since he and Crowley never talk, he assumes that Crowley has no clue about this “second coming.” So, out of love, he decides he must go to Heaven to put his foot down and stop this plan. It was a challenge to stop the first Armageddon, so this time Aziraphale plans to stop it before it starts.

Hence, Aziraphale goes back to Heaven, giving us our painful ending to season 2 with the ineffable husbands going separate ways. However, it was always a great possibility considering the complexities to Aziraphale’s character. He is naive and still believes in innate good, he wants Heaven to be his idealized version, and he loves Crowley and wants to see him happy. These traits naturally contradict each other, giving Aziraphale a constant struggle that leads him to take his new position. In short, Aziraphale’s story is perfect. It sticks true to his character, shows what would happen if the chance to change everything and anything came to him, and proves that his character is more complex than what appears to the eye.

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fizzingwizard · 9 months

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it's my first day of break and I'm being so indecisive over what to do. I have a ton, things I have to do and things I want to do, but instead of doing either I'm frantically browsing tumblr like it's gonna fold tomorrow

anywaaaay... Another thing I love that Good Omens 2 did was give us all those tidbits about how little angels and demons who don't work on Earth know about humans. That happened in season one too - a lot - Crowley's explanation to the other demons of what he did to M25 comes to mind. Season 2 gave us archangels who were terrified to even touch something from the mortal world, and demons who were perplexed by blinking lights on appliances.

Why do I like it? Well, because Aziraphale and Crowley are experts on the mortal world - until they aren't. And they don't seem to know that they aren't. They're so used to Earth, they've merged so well with it, and they're patting themselves on the back for creating this liminal zone of neither divine nor human.

But while they know that ducks should eat frozen peas instead of bread, and that hot cocoa is perfectly safe to consume, they don't know the ins and outs of the human heart. Crowley thinks he can get Nina and Maggie to fall in love by summoning a rain storm and forcing them to huddle together under an awning. Aziraphale thinks Jane Austen's protagonists fall in love through dancing in balls. The rain, the balls, they're catalysts for love - they can't create it out of thin air. And they can't erase the obstacles.

So Crowley and Aziraphale are innocently naive about love, in the same way Crowley was also stunned by how much worse humans could behave toward each other than any temptation he could come up with. It stands to reason that Aziraphale must also sometimes be amazed by the extent of love and forgiveness we unholy humans are capable of too. Or maybe he's never really thought about it. Because negative experiences weigh on us a lot more than positive ones, maybe that tendency towards pessimism has obscured it.

The point is they've got a lot of learning to do. Crowley seemed like he was starting to cotton on in the final episode, but can a demon who feels hurt and betrayed by God let go of anger and forgive as well as a human? Can an angel who forgives because it's what he's supposed to do learn real forgiveness, forgiveness that accepts people as they are and doesn't ask them to be something they're not? Ahh, delicious delicious angst. Well, I think their chances of figuring out love are better than Shax's of figuring out the electric kettle.

#good omens #good omens 2 spoilers

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taetaespeaches · 2 years

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“I can cancel.”

taehyung x reader (oc) genre: angst; comfort word count: 2.7K

a/n: Tae is going on a second date and reader/Peaches is trying really hard to be supportive. She ends up talking to him about her necessary journey to self-compassion and rediscovery of herself and they’re just very sweet to each other :( but also Peaches is jealous and can’t help but be a little selfish and sad about Tae dating. Anyways I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. I initially started this in October 2021 and the longer a piece sits in my documents, the more nervous I get to post it so be gentle lol. ALSO! Here’s a playlist based around the concept of this fic: ‘i wrote you a melody, can’t you see that?’

“You must be into her.”

You probably sounded jealous and snide. Pathetic. Childish and bitter, too. You were jealous, pathetic and childish too. Sitting on the edge of Taehyung’s bed, you watched him get ready for his second date with someone else, envy and sadness coursing from your heart through your veins. But you didn’t hold any malice. You simply just didn’t know how to handle the idea of your Taehyung, best friend and whatever else he was to you, spending entire evenings with someone in that way. The dating way. It wasn’t the first time he had dated, but it felt different this time around. He seemed more serious about meeting someone. Or maybe it was the fact that you weren’t seeing anyone anymore.

“I don’t know, she’s nice,” he told you tentatively. “I’m still just getting to know her really.” Nodding at him, you allowed your eyes to drag over his fit. Did he have to be so attractive?

The gray sweater hugged his chest, accentuating his toned, broad figure. It was just simple knitwear but it tempted you to wrap your arms around him and rest your face against his torso. You wanted to feel his heartbeat through the clothing; you wanted his heart to race for you and only you.

His stylish black slacks fit his legs perfectly, the long limbs seeming to stretch for miles. Had he always been so tall? The pants were hemmed at his ankle, and suddenly you felt like you’d been thrusted into 17th century England, the flash of that particular bit of skin feeling much too risqué for a simple dinner date.

“It’s really nothing still, she just asked me out again so I said yes,” Taehyung explained, almost as though he was on trial and pleading his innocence. It was her idea, your honor, not mine. The unnecessary explanation, that you did however appreciate, flooded you with guilt. Why were you making him feel like he needed to defend his choice to do something as simple as going on a date? Your immaturity in handling the situation, whether verbally expressed or not, was just further evidence to you that you were not yet equipped for a relationship with the man. If he was interested in you in that way, and that was a big if, you’d ruin it before it could even begin. You didn’t know how to love him, or really anyone, properly, and you refused to love Taehyung wrong.

Taehyung was the type to take things slow, rarely rushing into anything, so it made sense that he didn’t place much meaning in a second date. He was still in the ‘getting to know each other phase’ with this girl. But it was still so strange to see him dating. You should be a good friend and support him genuinely, but how could you? You were in love with the guy. He deserved to go out and have fun, experience the closeness of other people, hell, even act on some of that sexual frustration that must be within him, but you selfishly didn’t want him to. Not if it wasn’t with you.

And in some twisted sick irony, the more he went out, the less you wanted to. You hadn’t been on a date in weeks, not since before his first one with this girl. Other people bored you, and the thought of sleeping with anyone repulsed you. It felt like it would be a betrayal to Taehyung, but also to yourself and your own feelings and emotions.

It was time that you started focusing on yourself, what you wanted, what you needed. You had to stop pushing your emotions aside and avoiding them. Everything had to be confronted at some point, and you could no longer compartmentalize your feelings away.

“What are your plans tonight?” Taehyung suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts.

Shaking your head, you shrugged. “Just dedicating the night to me.”

“You’re not going out?”

“Nope,” you replied simply, a smile slowly curving on your lips in response to the frown that formed on his own. “What’s wrong?” You breathily giggled.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, still staring at you in confusion. “I just thought you’d have plans.”

“Is it so shocking that I don’t?” You feigned offense. Of course it was, you both knew that.

“Kind of,” he grinned teasingly.

Smirking at him, you shrugged. “I’m kind of over all that stuff.”

“What stuff?” He suddenly stopped all movements, his smile dropping as he stared at you. “What do you mean?”

Pouting your lips in thought, you dropped your back to his mattress, looking up at the ceiling. “Dating. Living for other people,” you started listing. “Filling myself up with the company of random people instead of taking care of myself.”

Silence enveloped the room. Comfortable, as it always was between you and Taehyung. But there were unspoken words swarming around the quiet, neither of you brave enough to say them. So instead, you opened up about your headspace regarding relationships and yourself.

“I think I got used to needing other people,” you thought aloud, letting Taehyung into your mind. The ease in which you allowed him residency in your thoughts was something you’d hoped you both would never lose. He had access to it all, well, except for the feelings you harbored for him. Those were tucked away in a locked box, and though it sat at the forefront of your mind, you refused to give him the key.

“I don’t really feel equipped for a relationship, so I’ve done all this dating fully knowing that nothing would ever develop with anyone. So I’ve just been messing around to fill some void with no intention of settling,” you explained.

“What void?” Taehyung asked, and though you couldn’t see him, you could picture him nervously chewing on his bottom lip as he awaited to hear more of your thoughts.

“I don’t even really know,” you admitted through a single breathy laugh. “After my ex, I don’t know, I stopped being there for myself. And I let all of the shit that happened change how I see myself. All the stuff he said to me, made me feel, I let it convince me that I really don’t deserve someone who genuinely cares about me.”

A younger, more impulsive Taehyung would have interrupted you to shut down those beliefs in yourself. But the Taehyung standing in that room, grown up, adult, mature, listened to your thoughtful ramblings intently, quietly taking in every word.

“But when you don’t have a good relationship with yourself, it’s hard to be alone with your own mind. So,” you smirked to yourself, eyes still directed to the ceiling. “Dating around was my solution. Let other people take up my time without the threat of anything serious.”

Being vulnerable with Taehyung was never too difficult, but you didn’t often delve into your dating and sex life and the emotions that played into all of that. You typically avoided topics that involved your ex, as you didn’t like reliving the past and Taehyung usually became too angry when he came up. But you wanted him to know what was happening in your mind. And he wanted to know.

“I don’t know, I think I’m at the point where I need to just cast off all that shit and focus on me for a bit. Finally address those negative feelings I have toward myself. Learn to love myself and others right.”

There was no response, but you could hear the calming sigh that left your best friend, surely soothing the rage he felt at the mention of your ex and the way he made you feel inherently insufficient. The sound was followed by a quiet shuffling as Taehyung neared you. Within a few seconds, his body was lowering down next to yours. Shoulder to shoulder, both of your backs against the bed, you stared up at the ceiling in continued silence.

At least you thought you were both looking upward. Really, Taehyung had his face turned to you, inspecting your features that were visible in your side profile. You looked good, he thought. Refreshed even. Maybe a bit solemn, but more yourself than you’d been in months, maybe even years. You were there, completely present, more present than you’d been in a long time. He couldn’t pull his eyes from you.

“You deserve to love yourself,” Taehyung whispered to you, a small smile barely curving on your lips in response. “You know that right?”

You didn’t.

“I’m kind of a bad person, Tae.”

“No you’re n-”

“I am, though,” you nodded to yourself. “I’ve used people to avoid my own shit and that’s so fucking cruel. I’m selfish.”

“Peaches,” Taehuyung spoke sadly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m not good at love, Tae. I’m bad at loving other people and I’m even worse at loving myself. And that’s been my entire dating life the past few years, just letting people treat me like I’m some sort of prize to win and then I could walk away when I got bored. I got used to it.” Taehyung continued staring at you, carefully going over each one of your words in his mind to understand them completely. He always had a feeling that someone as lovable and loving as you had to view dating and sex as a game, you being the prize at the end of it, thus allowing you to disconnect your feelings from the act and remain in power of the interaction. That was the only way you could have come out of your short-term encounters unscathed, your desire for connection much to present to handle it otherwise. He had always assumed that was the case, but to have it so blatantly confirmed to him had his heart aching inside his chest. “But that’s horrible. What kind of way to live is that?”

You were only broken out of your thoughts when you felt Taehyung’s hand slip into yours, intertwining his fingers with your own. Shifting your gaze to the side of you, you locked your eyes on his, so full of attentiveness and adoration, and you were so happy he was there in that moment; so appreciative. If he wasn’t heading out on a date in a matter of minutes, you would have curled up against him and allowed him to wrap you up in his comfort and safety. You’d done it all throughout your friendship with the man, the man practically sprawling out on top of you as you both rested in the calm your union provided. But things were different now. He was going to see another girl.

When your lips curved up into a small smile, he just stared at you. You knew Taehyung more than you knew anyone, and you could see that there was something going on his mind, beyond the weight of your words that you had just spoken to him. He looked guilty. And for a moment you allowed yourself to think he felt guilty for dating someone who wasn’t you. Just for a brief moment. A little bit of fantasy to fuel the pound of your heart and the delusions in your head. Then your own guilt flooded your frame, making you feel pathetic for relishing in the idea of Taehyung feeling bad about dating someone else. He shouldn’t feel bad. He didn’t do anything wrong. He never did.

You couldn’t let him feel guilty. Hell, you weren’t even ready for him. Not yet. You couldn’t yet love him in the way he deserved. And it still remained that you weren’t even sure he shared your feelings for him, if the desire to be together in that way was mutual. Maybe being friends with you was enough for him, maybe he was content and happy as things were. So you had to set him free once again. You couldn’t immaturely accept his guilt to fuel your own ego or use it to mend your own heartache.

“Hey, you should go have fun,” you whispered to him.

“I can cancel,” he replied quietly. The comment did little to calm your racing and aching heart. If you gave him the word, he really would cancel. But you couldn’t actually let him do that. And you needed to be alone. You needed to forgive yourself. You needed to love yourself. You needed to learn to love him the way he deserved.

“No,” you gave him a sad smile. “You can’t.” I can’t let you. “Go be with your girl, we can hang out tomorrow.” You nearly cringed at the comment, your girl, your jealousy slipping out so easily, your bitterness coating your tongue as soon as the word rolled off of it. Your immaturity was showing and you hated it. You also didn’t miss the way that it physically hurt to call someone else his girl, when it should be you. And it didn’t look like Taehyung appreciated your word choice either.

Sitting up suddenly, he locked his eyes on the door ahead of him, though his hand was still palm to palm with yours. “It’s not like that,” he corrected you, his voice low and quiet. “You’re my-” he started, your heart stalling for a moment as you clung onto his words. What would you do if he finished the statement?

You’re my girl. Would you throw caution into the wind, forget about your insecurities in loving people, confess your pent up feelings, and accept the label? His girl. You wanted to be that, more than anything. You’re not ready, you reminded yourself.

“How can you have alone time tonight without me?” He asked, turning to look down at you with a smirk on his lips. Disappointment rushed through your frame at the words he left unsaid, though you couldn’t help the small giggle that sounded in response to his teasing. “We’re a packaged deal, you know,” he reminded you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Of course we are,” you replied, sitting up next to him. “Nothing’s gonna change that, Dearest,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. Slowly, he lowered his head to your shoulder, resting it there as you simply sat together in silence. Naturally, instinctively, you brought your opposite hand, the one that wasn’t intertwined with his own, across your body to brush your fingers through his soft strands.

“You’re not bad at love,” he suddenly told you, taking you by surprise. “I wake up every day feeling thankful that I get to be loved by you. So stop saying you don’t love people right. Stop thinking that way.”

Your heart raced at his words, and you wondered if his heart was beating just as quickly after speaking them. That moment, with his head on your shoulder and your hands interlocked as he comforted you, meant everything to you.

And that moment proved exactly why you knew you had to get yourself right, had to reshape your perception of yourself, had to get comfortable with the idea of loving him. Because it was one thing to hurt him by never being with him, if he wanted that. But you would never get over hurting him because you loved him openly, as a lover, but you loved him wrong. You’d never be able to forgive yourself. You couldn’t inflict that pain on him.

You just hoped he wanted you, and that he’d wait a little longer for you. You just needed a little bit more time to rediscover yourself so you could be your best for him.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his hair, pressing your lips to the top of his head. His hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla, and something else that had become your favorite scent over the past six years that was distinctly Tae. “I’m trying.”

The man squeezed your hand in acknowledgement, and you hoped in assurance that he’d be there on the other side of your rediscovery. Soothing your thumb over his hand, you hoped the gesture reached him in an unspoken plea: wait for me.

When his hand squeezed yours one more time, you chose to interpret it as a silent agreement: I’m waiting.

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elenavampire21 · 5 months

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Warning: lots of smut so under 🔞

Summary: you and Ethan are on a mission and have to pretend not to know each other or act like a married couple.

@worldofheroes @love2write2626 @helloitstsyu @elenavampire21

Unexpected mission with Ethan Hunt

You and Ethan were sat round a table whilst benji and Luther was going through mission instructions.

You and Ethan had secretly gotten married and you teasingly rubbed your foot up his thigh and smirking when Ethan gives you a dangerous glare. You innocently flick your hair and have a good girl expression.

Luther hands you and Ethan a paper report whilst Benji has put up a projector of the hotel floor plan.

Ethan gets up and begins giving his explanation and tasks. Luther looked at benji then to Ethan “woo tiny problem here’s where y/n comes into the plan we kinda need someone to flirt and distract a co-working into getting the key to the router system so we can steal the information to decrypt the security code so it doesn’t work.”

Ethan shakes his head “No i don’t want y/n to get hurt”. *he desperately wants to scream no my wife’s going nowhere*

Y/n think about it and smile “that’s perfectly fine with me Luther I’d happily play the part of flirting would be fun to add a tiny bit of spice to this mission.”

Ethan turns and glares at y/n. Both Luther and benji are giggling.

Later on before heading to the hotel where the mission was taking place.

Ethan and you were back home as you were getting changed into a velvet purple dress one Ethan brought as an anniversary present. Ethan was potentially keeping quite putting on his cuff links and watch he turned round and glances as you’re putting on your favourite necklace.

You turn around to look at Ethan as he diverts his gaze away from you.

It’s upsetting and feeling hurt that your husband is acting like a child.

“Ethan baby please talk to me do you honestly think I’d actually wanna flirt with another man. You walk over and try to cuddle Ethan from behind when he brushes you off.

“Ethan Matthew Hunt Will you stop acting like a five year old child I’m your wife could you possibly show me a little bit of decency that you do you know actually love me.” Ethan halted at the bedroom door then turned around and sighed.

“I’m sorry darling i don’t mean to be silent just hate the idea of another man anywhere near you.” He wraps his arms round you and kisses you.

“Ethan I hate arguing with you about missions but listen there is a way that I could make the mission more exciting.”

You smirk at Ethan and gently lean in “why don’t after the mission is complete and Luther and benji head back to the safe house you meet me at the hotel bar 6:00pm no waiting oh and Mr Hunt your never married and don’t have a wife at all.”

Ethan smirked and pulled your waist into him.

“Mmmh Mrs Hunt are you saying we have our own secret mission, well I look forward to meeting this beautiful mysterious woman at the bar at 6.00pm.

They both walked out of the house to the van where Benji and Luther was waiting as they’re the only two who know’s about yours and Ethan’s marriage.

As Ethan, you, benji and Luther arrived at the fancy hotel.

benji stays in the van as the back up driver Luther and Ethan are the once who’ll be staking out the room and your task was to flirt and charm this pompous unattractive coworker into stealing you the key to the router system key and your all wearing ear coms.

When you and Ethan were holding hands you could sense how worried Ethan was and glanced at Luther showing look after him eyes.

You took a deep breath in and hitched your dress down give a quick glance to Ethan and Luther and holds a finger up to your ear “I love you Ethan.”

He smiles and nods when him and Luther walks off.

You seductively leans against the reception counter as the coworker in question is busy on the phone and smirks when he glances up at you he quickly hangs up the phone.

“Well hello gorgeous are you lost because you’re too beautiful to be alone.”

You could literally hear Ethan and Luther laughing in your ear.

“Oh please stop I did a really really stupid little mistake I’ve dropped and earring over by the seating area and I can’t find it would be a darling and look for it.”

The coworker walked around the desk and stood next to you waiting to follow.

Ethan had walked downstairs and feels angry at the coworker but surprisingly turned on by how easy you can switch on your sedative charm.

You casually slipped your arm round him and gently pulled the key pass out and starts walking and accidentally bumps into Ethan and slips the key pass into his pocket then whispers “bar 6:00 don’t you dare be late.”

As you and the coworker is looking for this earring Ethan turns round “oh mam think this is yours” he chucks you the earring he stole before even walking into the hotel.

You seductively run you tongue across your teeth.

“My thank you kind sir for finding my earring whatever can I do to say thanks.”

Ethan walks up and shakes your hand “mmmh how about a drink later to show thanks.”

He heads back out to the van as Luther had sneaked out the back door.

As the coworker heads back to the reception you casually walk up and check in then goes to sit at a quiet part of the bar orders a wine and watch’s until the clock hits 6:00pm and as your taking a second sip of wine.

Peeking up and notices Ethan walking into the hotel , black suite with a couple buttons down you thought *bastard he did that deliberate*.

He’d pulled out a bar seat and ordered a beer and graciously gazes round the bar area and notices a stunningly beautiful gorgeous woman sitting on her own.

By then they’d all removed their ear coms. Ethan was casually eyeing up and down your body you seductively turned round and raised your brow.

“Ehm excuse me sir is there a problem that you keep staring at me.”

Ethan casually walks over and acts cocky “no but I was just wondering if you’ve seen a stunningly beautiful gorgeous woman around as we promised to meet here for a drink and thee only gorgeous woman I can find is you.”

You’re trying so hard not to burst out laughing you simply shake your head and roll your eyes.

Ethan graciously pull the chair out on the other side “mind if I join you”

You politely motions that he can sit down.

He’s eyeing you up and smirks whilst sipping his beer and whispers “this is fucking weird i don’t know how to pretend flirt anymore.”

You instantly spat out your wine that you’d just taken a sip from and coughed.

Ethan first reaction was shit I’ve just killed my wife with a coaching fit.

“Ooh wow sorry did I just literally hear thee one and only Ethan Hunt say he doesn’t know how to pretend flirt anymore.”

Ethan pretends his not pissed off at his wife.

He like a gentleman holds out his hand.

“And what’s a gorgeous woman like you be called something hunt maybe.”

You smile and shakes his hand “oh my name is y/n , oi stop acting like a cocky dick you’re supposed to not know me thought you were good at taking orders hunt.”

Shaking your head and tightly squeezing your thighs as you’re getting really wet and turned on.

“Well sir I’m guessing you’re called Ethan hunt, tell me are you married, single.”

As you’re saying this you kick your foot out of your high heel and rub it up against his leg and grazes over his crotch.

Now it was Ethan’s turn to spit his beer out and he jerks forward and give you a huge death stare the look that told you once your back in the hotel room you’re in deep shit.

“I’m not married but I’m very very interested in getting to know a certain gorgeous woman shall we take this back to your room miss.”

Both of you downed the rest of your drinks and hops off the seats Ethan grabs both your high heels and heads towards the lift.

Once you and Ethan are secretly safe in the lift alone Ethan gently backs and pins your body against the wall and passionately and aggressively kisses your lips, jaw and neck.

Your breathing becomes hitched.

“aah ohh fuck Ethan you don’t know how hard it was to not jump on you as soon as you walked in bastard leave a couple buttons opened.”

Ethan smirked and moved to kiss your chest that showed your cleavage “excuse me but I wasn’t the one who rubbed a foot over my crotch and literally almost flashed her tits to another stranger.”

You’re burst out laughing “oh my god Ethan hunt you’re still jealous of the tinny weeny little task I had to do.”

The lift doors open and you pull Ethan out and gently pin him to the door and passionately kisses him with tongues as you manage to put the key to open the door.

Both of you nearly fall onto the floor but pulls away and walks in as you go to lock the hotel door Ethan’s body is pressed up against your back and you can literally feel how hard his cock is. “Oh hello mr hunt someone’s happy”.

Ethan lightly places your hand behind your back and whispers “I want you to get out of that velvet dress then sit on the bed only in your underwear and you do not remove those high heels understand Mrs hunt.”

You’re breathing heavily and seriously turned on “ugh yes Mr Hunt I understand my instruction and I promise to be a very very good girl.”

Ethan let go of your hand and kissed you “sorry did I hurt you just seeing you in that dress makes me feral.”

You cup Ethan’s face “darling you didn’t hurt me at all kinda like the feral direct version of my husband now I’m gonna go slip out of the velvet dress sit on the bed in my underwear and high heels and wait for daddy to come and fuck his naughty baby girl.”

You intentionally sway your hips annoying Ethan and slowly unzip the velvet dress revealing a rather see through bra and panties and jumps onto the bed waiting for Ethan.

“Oh Ethan hunny baby’s ready for daddy now.” Ethan followed you after removing his cuff links and watch.

He’d kicked off his shoes and suit jacket and headed to the massive hotels bedroom.

“Oh what a fucking beautiful sight Mrs Hunt good girl waiting for daddy you will definitely be rewarded a treat.” He strides off and gently lays on top of you and teasingly kissing along you jaw, neck.

You instantly wrap your legs round Ethan waist holding his tightly close to your aching body.

“Ugh ahh fuck Ethan fuck me now please haven’t i been good enough now to wait”

you rip at Ethan’s shirt and undo his belt unzip his trousers and boxers down and wraps her hand round his cock and pumps it a few times. “Ugh baby wants daddy’s cock deep inside her now.”

Ethan removes your hand from his cock and he rubs it against your aching clit and slips into you “ugh fuck babe always so wet for me just how daddy likes it.” He’s roughly rutting his hips whilst your whole body is matching the rhythm to Ethan fucking you.

Your round perky tits and jiggling and your husband smiles.

“Ugh ugh ahh ahh shit you like that don’t you having the power and ordering your wife around, ugh this brings back memories of our honeymoon you fucking me but if I remember right Mr Hunt it was on our private balcony.”

You’re both hard and roughly pounding and making the bed bang against the wall so much that the rooms on your floor all know who Ethan/daddy is.

You instantly feel the tingling and usual tight feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Ugh ugh ugh aah yes yes Ethan I’m gonna cum i can’t hold on” your legs are still tightly wrapped round Tom’s ass as you’re both fucking and thrusting. You softly grip Ethan’s shoulders.

Ethan quickens the pace of rambing his cock in and out of you he move both his hands to now cup your face and he gently with his thumb wipes a tiny little tear. “Ohh ohh baby me to you’ve been such a good girl and I love you Mrs Y/n Hunt ready we’ll come together.”

Ethan is roughly and passionately fucking you whilst Your quickly rubbing at your clit feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. “Ethan…Ethan…aah aah f..fuck.” You both scream out each other’s names and you automatically feel Ethan’s warm liquid cum deeply coat the inside of your pussy and Ethan enjoys the feeling of yours cum coating and softly running down his cock.

He easily pulls out of you making you do a little whine “ohh Ethan did you have to pull out now wanted to keep you warm for a little bit, baby don’t bother about cleaning up I wanna just lay in your arms for now we can clean and wash up later in the shower ,right now all I want is my husband.”

Ethan pulls you really in close and brushes strands of hair he kisses your head.

“Yeah we can shower later same all I want right now is to cuddle and spend time with my gorgeous wife, mmmh love you Mrs Hunt.”

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The Starbreaker Soundtrack

...is 11 songs long. Each song is dear to me and to the story. I hope you give it a listen. Check it out on Spotify or look at the annotated tracklist below:

Lonely Star by Oh Wonder

I guess I'll be a somebody that nobody knows Guess I'll never find the one that I can call home

I've long been a fan of Oh Wonder, and "Lonely Star" struck me the first time I heard it. The soft, whispered quality of the vocals combined with the muffled, rich tone of the piano was nostalgic and sad and hauntingly beautiful, especially when the music stopped for the first appearance of the lyrics "I'm a lonely star; is there anybody out there?"

This felt like a perfect encapsulation of Sid in Starbreaker. Connection is all he wants. What is hockey without the team around you? It's quiet. It's isolation. He's far above everything like his banner, watching silently from the rafters.

Sweet Home by SYML

Welcome home Your last and only one Never more to roam Have no fear if you don't see the sun

To me this song is the Igloo speaking to Sid. It was supposed to be his home for his whole career. It, in a way, loves him. He IS it. It ended up being his tomb instead, and there's a very sad, trapped, sweet edge to this song when read that way. You are home. Your last and only one.

Keep This Place Beautiful by Brick + Mortar

I will not go, if you're still here One day I will be dead, I will be dust

One of my favorite songs—intense, deep, a little eerie—and one I've long associated with Sid and Geno when I think about them playing against each other internationally. In the context of Starbreaker, this song feels like Sid's impotent rage and anger at his situation, and Zhenya's seething discomfort for a captaincy he isn't sure he deserves.

Play Dead by Tom Walker

Slow down your heartbeat Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body

Another one of my favorite songs of all time, and when I realized how perfectly it fit this story, I was beside myself. Darling, you're the only one. This, almost more than "Tiny Dancer," is THE song for this fic. Sid is playing dead—he hasn't moved on, can't, won't, even though his body is gone. Zhenya is playing dead—emotionally, he's failing at his charge to lead his team, he's lusting after the past, he won't let the dead go.

you not the same by TileKid

This song, to me, sounds like the Igloo in silence. Left alone to rot, its halls empty, its ghost unwitnessed, the quiet drips of leaking water echoing down crumbling concrete hallways...

Resin by Dustin Tebbutt

In your ribs I see more than bones

"Resin" is a quiet love song for Sid and Zhenya. They're both still so young. They're innocent in a fearful, hopeful, star-crossed way. They deserve some tenderness.

Love You in the Dark by Final State

Talking to a clock trying to change the hours On a cliff chasing your desires

Final State is a band I love a lot, especially their Quebecois music. I've long enjoyed this song and its youthful, earnest exploration of attraction and love. There's an edge of yearning desperation to it, and that fit this Sid and Zhenya so very well. I wanna love you very hard, Wanna know me in the backseat of your car? Yes, yes, they very much want that.

Don't Mind Me by Walking On Cars

I feel alive inside, oh finally I feel alive inside No I've got nothing to lose, except everything you are I'm not looking at the moon, I'm staring at the stars

Ah, another song I've long associated with Sid and Geno. It's about fear and self and togetherness and a particular sense of place—These satellites overhead, I think I love this town—and Zhenya breathes life into Sid in this story, quite literally.

I Will Follow You into the Dark by Death Cab for Cutie

If there's no one beside you When your soul embarks Then I'll follow you into the dark

A classic. An achingly lovely song. And, I think, one that doesn't need too much explanation. Sometimes a good song is just a good song, and that's the case here. Also: if "Lonely Star" is Sid's song, "I Will Follow You into the Dark" is Zhenya's.

Tiny Dancer by Elton John

But oh, how it feels so real Lying here, with no one near Only you and you can hear me

Believe it or not, I'd maybe heard this song... twice...? Before I listened to it for this fic. I'm not an Elton fan, nor was I raised by Elton fans, but as I was researching concerts Sid might have witnessed during the very convoluted timeline for Starbreaker, I came down to two options:

Celtic Woman or Elton John

And, well, as someone with Irish diaspora blood in my veins, I was raised with a whole lotta Celtic Woman, but the tone didn't seem right for the fic... or, like, thematically connected at all. So I popped into my chat with my betas and asked for their opinions.

It was then that @malk1ns chimed in with the piece that made this fic CLICK. "Because if it’s Elton John," she said, "And they have kinda acknowledged their feelings. Sid would cry and Geno would get choked up during tiny dancer."

And she gave me THE lyrics:

But oh, how it feels so real Lying here, with no one near Only you and you can hear me

And that was that. I was sold. Everything was coming together. "Go listen to tiny dancer and have a cathartic cry," she told me.

Dream State (Brighter Night) - Instrumental by Son Lux

Son Lux is another artist I listen to frequently, and this song just felt/sounded/ached right. It was a soft closing. It's the song that would play as the credits rolled and the screen showed that triangle of night sky, quiet and peaceful and dancing with lost stars.

Read Starbreaker here, and listen to the full playlist here.

#starbreaker #long post #playlist

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Well if the good omens bartylus brainrot can't be stopped then it must be encouraged

Can you share any interaction or dialogue you can't stop thinking about?

(also, good whatever-time-it-is-in-your-timezone!)

Helloooo Ary, my dear

I hope you know what floodgates you just opened. I'm going to try to make this sound even a little bit concise and not just like a lengthy ramble, but no promises

It's going to be a mix of me gushing over Good Omens and how perfectly bartylus translates to it, so strap in ♡

First of all, Crowley. Barty. Need I say more?

Fanart credit: twosidedstarr on Instagram and Pinterest

Look at them! They're two of the same, swagalicious, out of pocket, impulsive idiots, and, I'm sorry, but Barty as the snake in the Garden of Eden?

In God's universe, Bartemius, now affectionately referred to as Barty, along with the rest of his human name, Crouch Jr. (not to be confused with Crouch Sr., who was also him, just a couple hundred years ago to be realistic), has been dealt a losing, rather shit hand. Course he is a demon, that's sort with the territory, but he was an angel once too. Doesn't really get what all the fuss was about, it was awful up there, all the white and the glass, gave him a headache.

He was never cut out for Heaven, and Hell is just depressing, and in either he's a miserable excuse for a being, either occult or ethereal, and that is why Barty, formerly Bartemius, Crouch Jr., formerly Sr., is so in love with Earth.

And then there's Aziraphale and Regulus, which is, I think, more of a reach but definitely still completely valid

Fanart credit: twosidedstarr on Instagram and Pinterest

It's important to note that Azzie here is softboi core to the bone, and Regulus is absolutely not. While I think they have a lot of the same fundamentals ideologies, like fierce loyalty, they are very different. Aziraphale wants to believe in the good will of angels only to, slowly, over time, realise how corrupt it is, and I think this parallels amazingly with Regulus's experience with Death Eaters and the Dark Side - BUT Regulus is NOT a softboi, I will not reduce him to this

Consider this analogy for further explanation

Aziraphale and Crowley:

Barty and Regulus:

Regulus can't just abandon Armageddon all together. Not because he particularly fancies being at war, but because of the opposite. He's not the coward Barty seems to think he is - he's not the one trying to run away from this. He's the one trying to fucking stop it from happening entirely, if not for his own sake then for all those innocent humans that aren't ready to be judged yet. That never asked for any of this. That are caught in the crossfire just so good and evil, whatever the fuck those even mean anymore, can figure out who's best.

Regulus has to try. If Sirius taught him anything it's that hope is worth the plunge, no matter what's waiting on the other side.

NOW why am I currently obsessed with this, may you ask? Does it have to do with David Tennant's David Tennant-ness? Yes, a lot actually. Because through him and his portrayal of Crowley, I was able to understand a version of Barty that I could see in Crowley, because I actually relate to him. Probably more than one should relate to a demon but that's the whole point of the show!

The glory and freedom, allure of humanity

It's the story of a demon and an angel that have fallen in love with humanity (and each other) and are willing to give everything up to stay together. Because, if they lose humanity, they lose the bridge over which they can be together, and when the end of the world threatens it's destruction what do they do?

Stop the end of the world, obviously

They go against everything they've been taught, everything they've been told is right and wrong and devine and instead of doing what they should they do what they want to do, which I just think is so beautiful. And opens up a lot for Regulus's character. I mean, Barty's a fallen angel soaked in corruption, he's not blind to it and escapes it in humanity, fueled by spite, whereas Regulus wants to believe he's doing the right thing, that's he's on the right side, and has only really a matter of days to understand that he's not - that there is no right side, only a wrong one. And, instead of fighting for the greater good, do you know what he fights for?

Barty. A demon. A demon that was never evil and never cruel to him, a good person deep deep down

It just suits them SO WELL in my mind

But that's not enough for Barty, of course it's not. To him, he's still just a stubborn coward that still believes in God's Plan. To Barty, he's given up on them, and he can't tell him that he'd never do that, not in another six thousand years, not in eternity if they ever even make it there.

I've written out their version of the bandstand breakup, and I WANT more than ANYTHING to write Barty saying the words "you're so clever, how can somebody as clever as you be so stupid" right to Regulus's face (for those of you that haven't seen the show, don't worry, he absolutely deserves it in the moment). I want to write Barty's collapse, his last few hours on Earth, saying goodbye to the life he loves and his best friend, his partner, his Angel, who he'll never get to be with again. His desperation to find an out, to keep his little Regulus shaped slice of heaven that he knows he doesn't deserve

I want to see Barty when he believes Regulus has gone back to heaven, just hours before the end of the world, and that he never even got to say goodbye

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Also, come on, Barty driving through hellfire while blasting queen just to make sure he gets to the end of the world in time to stop it from, well... ending

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Then of course there's the holy water scene, Regulus breaking the rules to get Barty a thermos of it so he doesn't end up risking own life to get it in less legal ways. Giving him LITERALLY the means of his own destruction, because Regulus is the only one how can

Because, you see, the trouble with loving someone is that, in doing so, you give them a step my step guide on how to destroy you. Not with holy water or hell fire, but deep deep within. You don't even realize it, Barty certainly didn't, at least not until right now.

I also really want to explore their dynamic! Barty shares Crowley's impulsivity and energy, and he's a bit of a gambler in my mind, getting more of a thrill out of just winning for once than the actual game

"It's not like you need human money," Regulus reminds him.

"Nah," he just shrugs, shoving his hands into his British pound lined pockets. "I just enjoy the game, really. It's fun, you should try it sometime."

"Definitely not."

"And the atmosphere. Can't get that kind of an atmosphere anywhere else."

"Think a nightclub might be similar? Perhaps a pub?"

"Eh. Too much lust, not enough greed, and I get enough of that downstairs," Barty corrects and gets out his keys. "Dinner?"

Regulus, on the other hand, is more reserved and to the point. I did come up with this particular distinction between them that, if someone were talking to them and they didn't really want to talk, Regulus would stay and listen though making it clear he wasn't interested, and Barty would just say "yeah, sorry, don't really care" and be on his merry way. I also think Regulus is a bit of a foodie, in that he loves the different types of human meals and flavors and how each reflect a different culture and background. It's just the little things for Regulus, food and books. Books that allow him to travel to different worlds in which God doesn't exist and he can be anything he wants to be, not just an angel bound to the Greater Good

Also Barty is an ABSOLUTE simp

Regulus, much the same and far less likely to admit it, is in love with the fascinating world of humans too. Most particularly the food. Technically they don't need to eat, it's not a requirement, Barty only ever does it when he feels it's neccessary for appearances or when Regulus insists that he just can't go on living without at least trying a bite. Regulus, however, is a connoisseur. When he acquired his townhome in central London back in 1979, his main concern was the size and capabilities of the kitchen. For comparison, Barty doesn't think he's ever once touched the kitchen in his flat, aside from the one time Regulus asked him to store a cake in his refrigerator. He's thinking of having it refinished into another plant room.

His all time favorite is French food, after a particular excursion during the French Revolution filled with temptation, miracles, crepes, and a near mountain of baguettes. He learned quiche, creampuffs, and croque in Paris, fell in love with garlic in Italy. Spain got him hooked on chocolate and olives, and the shrimp came about from one confusing trip to Japan that Barty isn't fully certain actually happened. He also likes waffles, but that's far too American for him to admit.

So Barty takes them to Le Gavroche, which he is aware is secretly Regulus's favorite, not because the food is good, but because the restaurant itself is so flashy and sought after it takes an angelic miracle to secure them a table. He, as a higher, or technically lower being, is not limited by human languages, well versed and able to communicate in any one he chooses, but there is an unspoken agreement in which he allows Regulus to translate the menu into English for him and does not remind him that he, too, knows French.

So, in conclusion, it's not really a concrete thing it's just the entirety of them. The story of Good Omens is so good and through the lense of Barty and Regulus, who are both very different and very similar to Crowley and Aziraphale, would be just *chefs kiss*. They're two idiots choosing each other over a war and how can you not fall on your knees as to how tooth achingly sweet it is?? "Aww, Reg. You were willing to kill the antichrist for me? Little ol' me?" "Shut up."

Ary, this was very long and hardly made any sense, so I apologize, but I had the time of my life writing all of this down for you. Did I actually answer your question? I have no idea! But I definitely did something, so... tada!!

Brainrot successfully encouraged, this going to be all I can think about for the rest of the day...

#also i wanted to explore some of their sexuality too #i mean obviously they're an angel and a demon #they're agender and asexual however male presenting and completely in love with each other #less of determining labels i think barty would be attracted to it just because of the humanness of it #he loves all things human #but i don't think he's just sleeping around #i think that's something he reserves only for regulus #and i think it started after a run in with hadrian and antinous in londinium in 128 #historical mxm lovers from the time of ancient romans #and this got barty thinking naturally #it's weird because i don't want it to appear how sex usually appears #because it's much different for them #it's connecting with each other and humanity in a way they can't in any other fashion #so it's not about the details or how it's done or the end result as humans are so typically infatuated #it's just the act of doing it and knowing that's what they're doing #something so so human #that makes all the difference #anyway this was a lot #and there is a ladybug in my blinds i have to take care of #so apologies once again for all of this #but ary asked for it!#it's not my fault!!#i do hope you enjoyed this trainwreck of an explaination though ary ♡#thank you for the ask!#ary tag #♡♡♡#the brainrot prevails #bartylus #and their good omens counterparts #essay done ted talk over

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lys-lilac · 2 years

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IDOLiSH7 Third BEAT! Episode 16 Review

This episode almost killed me.

(Spoilers ahead! Proceed at your own risk!)

UGH. WHY. Why this man popped up first? With Yaotome Papa bowing to him nonetheless?! I am so frustrated at him. He doesn't even have an ounce of sympathy, that it boils my blood. Well done to the VA though ^^;

(UGHH.)

Angry Tsumugi is such a treat to see, hehe.

(pFT. Role reversed Iori! Don’t mess with her!)

Re:Vale, TRIGGER and IDOLiSH7 all are rivals, but look at the way they are supporting each other in times of need. Back of Ryo, you are about to get in real trouble right now. I am so so happy to see it.

(wahhh TT)

Darn. On one hand, there’s caring Anesagi, on the other hand there are angry Tsumugi and-

(T-That aura eekkk!)

This scene. This darn scene killed me.

His eyes are writhing with pain. The so called cute, caring and handsome Nagi's facade has finally slipped out.

It's very unlike of Nagi to raise his voice like that. It can only mean one thing, how much precious Haruki is to him. How his voice wavers and then goes on the shouting mode? Eguchi san has well played this part.

NAGI’S PAST WITH HARUKI BROKE ME BADLY.

(He really is a prince after all...)

(🥺)

(Haha, he’s adorable!)

Anyway, I feel so bad for Haruka. Being abandoned by Kujo, and now being told in the face that Tenn is a good son to Kujo feels like a slap. Poor boy teared up, which shows how much he cared for Kujo, only to deceived by him. At this point, after watching the episodes and getting the gist, I truly believe ZOOL is not bad at all. It’s Ryo who’s the evil one. And since they have their own reasons to fight back, they are bound to take part in his plan to drag down TRIGGER.

(I AM SO ANNOYED AT KUJO.(≧口≦) )

(WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????!!!)

*bangs head on table*

Anyway, here's my take on the thing. Kujo is indeed right. Tenn might put a facade of strictness in front of Riku just to protect him, but he is very pure and innocent at heart. At the same time, Riku might seem as the weakling type, the younger brother who needs to be constantly pampered, but indeed is very mature and knows how to deal with situations. One example is in the previous episode where he puts up an act of being ill, the other can be his monologues in the episodes. While Tenn's willing to go to any measures for Riku, Riku at the same time is capable of getting out of this care. Tenn puts his all, works super hard to be loved by his fans, & Riku, he has this wonderful ability to naturally capture all the fans with his smile.

That's probably the reason. I love Riku, but at the same time, this explanation is justified as well.

(So here’s my daily dose of this cutie. SOGOOO!!!)

Also, I love the way how he positively sees every situation. While most of us would have been surprised to hear the term ‘monster’ for Riku like Iori, Sogo explains it perfectly. I love this boy ahh.

(Pfft...)

What’s Yaotome Papa planning? Throwing that termination letter like that?!

(This, this is some plan right? RIGHT?)

ALSO WHAT IS THIS-

Where are they going to sing? I am supporting you though, TRIGGER. *remembers that particular scene and gets scared*

Anyway, this was such a rollercoaster. For now, let's recover from all the pain with this Riku's smile...

See you soon!

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j0kers-light · 4 months

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Hello hello<33

Could you make a headshot/headcanon (whichever one fits better) about celebrating Christmas with the Joker? Maybe Y/N and J had a conversation beforehand where he mentioned something about never really celebrating Christmas (since his past is a lil dark yk) and she just sits there all dumbfounded while making mental notes on how to spoil him?

J could be “running an errand” making Y/N have the penthouse to herself, so she decorates the whole place to surprise him on the way back?

I hope it’s not too shallow and that you find it a little interesting to write about! Love you and your work tons!! ✨✨

His Lighthouse: Tis the Season (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Tis the Season - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

Hey hi @rhavenkate love 🖤✨

Christmas is my favorite holiday so OF COURSE I WILL FILL THIS REQUEST! The way I scrambled to write this one out as I wrapped up last minute gifts and baked/cooked should be illegal. Lol my mom was so confused why I was “typing like my life depended on it” and wasting ribbon because I kept messing up tying bows. Love her so much! She said, and I quote,

“I hope they enjoy your story thingy you been at since Wednesday {the 20th.}”

You heard the lady. MERRY CHRISTMAS and I hope you enjoy! If you don’t celebrate then I still wish you well and lots of love!

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You stared at Joker as if he grew a second head. The words he uttered didn't make any sense given your normal upbringing. Surely he was pulling your leg.

"Repeat that." You urged him.

Joker groaned and sat up from his position on the couch. He was perfectly fine resting his head on your lap– your long acrylic nails in his hair felt too good– but you were pushing your luck. He only agreed to watch this dumb movie with you because it was something to do, but as time wore on, the more questions he asked made it clear that he was out of the loop.

His first question was fairly simple. "Why are they buying a tree? Are they... bringing it inside?"

You glanced down at J's innocent face. The answer was obvious in your mind but you replied back nonetheless. You had to give him the benefit of doubt. Maybe he'd never seen a real evergreen before.

"Yes they are. Some people prefer a live tree for its smell over that of artificial ones that shed and look sparse; either one you buy, its tradition to decorate it with ornaments, trinkets, and etc. Martin Luther was the first person recorded 'decorating a tree' with lit candles! The practice that we know today dates back to Germany, 16th century."

He didn't mind the history lesson if your sweet voice was the one providing it. So he continued drilling you with questions.

It didn't bother you in the slightest. You loved answering Joker's questions because it unlocked his inner childlike curiosity. You could hear the wonder in his voice as new things were shown on the tv.

"What's a nutcracker, Bunny?" He pointed at the infamous toy soldiers flanking the onscreen stairwell.

Each one was about five feet tall, standing at attention. You giggled and began the explanation.

"It's a classic ballet but.. the origin hails from Germany, again, as lucky keepsakes to protect the family and home from evil spirits. Today, they are more commonly modeled as toy soldiers but original designs were birds, other animals, and even people! The bottom line is they all have retractable mouths that... cracks nuts. Hence the name."

Joker hummed and continued watching the movie as your nails raked through his hair. It almost put him to sleep if not for an annoying song being played in every scene. And therein lies his next question.

"Whyyyyy are they singing that song over and ooooover? What's holly? And are they really gonna deck the halls with it?"

You laughed again, this time earning a side eye from J.

"A 16th century Welsh Christmas carol that eventually became the season's anthem. The original lyrics are never sung in its entirety however; Tis the season to be jolly, J. You know what holly is. Fresh holly berries are very toxic and dangerous."

Joker quickly replied. "Never heard of it."

You arched an eyebrow at his bold faced lie.

"I swearrrrr! Uh... you didn't explain the uh, decking bit."

You sighed and sang along with the carol. "Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la! Celts considered it a symbol of fertility and eternal life and it was bad luck to cut down the plant so.... they hung it up by the boughs to preserve its value. Get it?"

"No."

He was being difficult on purpose. You pouted but resumed your Hallmark watch with Joker. At least he was engaged with the story.

You honestly expected him to fall asleep during the opening scene. The both of you were invested, just in separate ways. You for the plot, Joker for the quality time spent with you.

Halfway through, Joker suddenly yelled out his latest question, startling you in the process.

"I don't get it! What's her deal if the plane is delayed? It's just Christmas." He complained at the female lead freaking out about her only way back home delayed due to snow.

Your fingers paused in his hair and you blinked a mile a minute at J's absurd question.

"What did you just say?"

Joker shrugged before explaining himself better. "She's freak-iiing out for nothing, doll. So what if she misses Christmas? It's just another day of the year."

You stared at an imaginary camera in disbelief. Just another day?! Your voice sputtered several times before you finally blurted out, "Repeat that?"

That's when Joker groaned and sat up. He hated repeating himself and you knew that. He licked at his scars (a clear indicator that he was agitated) and you quickly backtracked to calm his ire.

"Joker, it's more than another day! Christmas is.... well. It's the most wonderful time of the year! It brings people closer and you get to cherish so much with them during that time! Things have more meaning, there's a feeling in the air unlike any other, and and...!"

There were so many memories to cover that your brain short circuited mid sentence.

He raised an eyebrow, "And? I still don't see the point in celebratin' it. I never have." He mumbled the last part under his breath and your heart went out to the guy.

It just didn't make any sense to you for someone to not celebrate Christmas. Whatever did he mean? It was celebrated in different variations all across the world! You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it.

"You never celebrated Christmas?" You stood and grabbed Joker's hand as he tried to walk away. Joker hated being mocked and especially by you. "Oh my God, you're serious. How?"

Joker smacked his lips before rolling his eyes at you. It wasn't obvious?

"Does it look like I celebrate a day filled with fake magic and err.. commercialized joy?"

Nothing about how you celebrated the holiday was considered commercial and it wasn't fake either, but you didn't waste your breath arguing with a real life Grinch.

You eyed Joker dressed in the black sweater and pants combo you bought him. Nothing about him screamed festive except for his green hair.

Your intrusive thoughts imagined J wearing a Santa hat, unwrapping a present near your fireplace— his hands still warm from holding a mug of cocoa and glitter highlighting his freckles. He looked so handsome underneath warm lights and that genuine smile of his never failed to make you melt.

When was the last time Joker smiled at you? That needed to be fixed and so you launched your campaign to make Joker happy.

Joker watched your e/c eyes drift off into lala land. He knew what that meant.

Whenever fantasy that you dreamed up, it didn't spell good for him. He could already imagine the horrors of Christmas that you would subject him to. Over his dead body.

He was ready to put his foot down when you snapped out of your daydream. "YOU SIR ARE CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS WITH ME!" It was too late to stop you when you were this excited.

He watched you laugh like... well like him.. as you took off down the hall towards your storage room. He liked the thought of you adopting his mannerisms. Your maniacal laughter was far cuter though.

"My little Christmas virgin. I'm gonna blow your mind!"

Joker's neck almost snapped hearing your joyful comment. Your Christmas what?! He didn't know whether to be concerned or intrigued.

Your mind was already past that. He heard your sweet voice drift from further down the hall.

"Guess who won Gotham City's Winter Wonderland Home Décor magazine contest two years in a row? The Karens were seething at my setup! I'm gonna go all out to open your mind to the true meaning of Christmas!"

You opened the storage room door and flicked on the light.

There was a whole section dedicated to your Christmas décor and you squealed in delight. It was four days till December 1st and in all honesty you weren't going to decorate at all this year, but after hearing Joker's little confession, you just had to!

A nearby ladder was moved so you could start climbing up to the high shelves. You yanked the lid off a nearby tote and inhaled the scent of Christmas past.

The scented pinecones you used last year were still kicking. You were too busy getting high that you didn't notice Joker knock on the door.

"Hey uh doll? You ah..." He broke off his sentence to witness you almost kill yourself hauling a huge box down from the top shelf. "Y/n!"

You lost your footing and the box landed loudly on the floor with you disoriented, but fine for the most part.

J didn't see it that way. He rushed over to check on you. Why were you swaying in place? Did you hit your head on the way down?

"Did ya hurt yourself? What were ya thinking liftin' that box by yourself huh? It's bigger than you, Bunny!" He swatted some dust out of your hair as you coughed.

You waved him off, "I'm aight, I'm cool. They're usually not that heavy– I just lost my step. Um... c-can you grab the other one for me please?"

You batted your lashes as you pointed to the second large box sitting up top.

There was no need to butter Joker up. The last thing he needed was his Light slipping, falling, and/or hurting herself while doing something so stupid. Only you could hurt yourself while trying to decorate. You were too clumsy for your own good.

It couldn't be helped but at times Joker wished you were less accident prone.

He sighed and climbed the ladder on your behalf. "You knoooooow you don't have to de-core-ate. I don't care."

He picked up the box and swore under his breath. What was in this thing and how did you manage to pick the first one up on your own?! It too landed on the floor with a loud thud. Just how much Christmas décor stuff did you own? He honestly didn't want to know.

While Joker was still on the ladder, he scanned the top shelves for anything else you might need. There was no reason to be visiting the hospital because you were scared to ask for help. He took down anything you deemed necessary, which happened to be almost everything.

There was no way you could've carried all of this by yourself. Then Joker wondered; who helped you in the past?

Could he get jealous over that? Why yes, yes he could.

Each heavy box he lifted made him grunt and question who carried it for you in the past. Did you hire someone or did your poor excuse of an ex help when he was around? You did say you won the contest two years in a row. When did you break up with your ex boyfriend?

Down below you were enjoying the view, completely unaware of Joker's jealous thoughts spiraling out of control.

You were too busy staring at his arms. They looked good flexing in his dark sweater. Too good...

You cleared your throat and blamed it on the dust.

"Um a-and that's exactly why I want to! Because secretly you do care. Careful! That one is fragile!"

You isolated this box and Joker lowered it into your awaiting arms. Your mother's collection of real crystal ornaments were inside; a family heirloom. A quick peek inside confirmed that the bubble wrap protected them since last December.

"That's all I need from the top shelf. Thanks, J." You pecked Joker on his cheek, causing him to jump from the contact.

All these months together and he still wasn't used to you bestowing love to his imperfections.

Your back was turned, no doubt checking your inventory when Joker's phone began to ring. He groaned but answered it anyway even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

He saw the 'do you have to?' look you gave him over your shoulder.

Today was supposed to be peaceful; no work out of either of you. The weather had finally turned cold with the first snowflakes beginning to fall from the sky. It prompted you to hole up inside with J and do absolutely nothing.

Maybe tonight you could turn the heat on and keep it there. For sure the electric fireplace in the bedroom would now be on nonstop until February. The ambience it created was ideal for cold winter nights and you knew Joker secretly loved sleeping on the couch near the fire.

His relationship with fire was disturbing yet cute.

Joker was finishing up his phone call and called out your name to get your attention. Judging by his tone, you already knew he would be leaving, it was just a matter of how long he'd be away.

"How long?" You sighed.

He didn't reply as he walked up behind you. Before you could react, Joker had you pinned to a shelf.

His chest collided with your back as he wrapped his arms around you. "Will my Bunny be OK by herself for the uhh.. rest of the week?"

A week?!! It was Monday!

Joker shushed your whining with firm kisses to your neck.

"It won't be long, pretty girl, I proo~mise. Besides.. I can't stay away from my Light for tooo long now can I?" He finally turned your head towards him in order to kiss you. "Mmmm, I haTe the dark." He whispered on your supple lips.

You snorted. Joker loved darkness but you understood the message hidden in his words.

He hated being alone.

You felt that fear in the way he captured your lips and held you close. Joker didn't want to leave but his warped sense of duty called. Crime never stopped in Gotham City and especially not due to the holidays, (Calendar Man was proof of this) but if Joker didn't leave soon, he'd stay in your arms forever.

Someone had to be the bigger person here and end things before it got too heated.

The moment you felt Joker's agile tongue slip past your lips, you knew you had to take on that responsibility. He growled and chased after your lips when you pulled back.

"Um ahem, y-you better be back by Friday or I'll file a missing persons."

Whatever illegal business that called him away better be important but in the same breath, his absence was a blessing in disguise. By the time Joker returned, you would have the entire apartment decorated for the holidays. That way you could show Joker how you celebrated Christmas.

You bit back a smile as you helped J slip on his signature purple coat. He adjusted the collar and bent down to steal a kiss. "Mmm. I'd. Looooooove. That."

You weren't amused. "Uh huh and will you love it when I'm arrested for dating and abetting a wanted fugitive?"

"We're dating?" He asked smartly.

You fixed Joker with a glare. He was wise enough to laugh awkwardly and leave the apartment while he was still on good speaking terms with you. That way, his key would still work upon his arrival.

And in true Joker fashion, he skipped all the way to the elevator and pretended to slit his throat as the doors closed.

Good Lord, you were in love with an idiot.

After a few days, several phone calls to your mother, countless trips to the store, and one distress call to Dick for assistance, you deemed your penthouse holiday decorations complete.

A ton of pictures and a call to Gotham City's Home Décor magazine had your home entered into their Winter Wonderland contest. Their editor was ecstatic.

You really outdid yourself this year and it felt like you already won.

Not an inch of your home was left bare in your version of a winter wonderland. From your vaulted ceiling down to your hardwood floors, there were string lights, fluffy garland, silver ornaments and the like hanging from every available space.

Your penthouse smelled of pine, mule, oranges, and clove– giving the overall atmosphere the perfect Christmas aesthetic.

The finishing touches were done just about an hour ago and you were relaxing in the living room with a hot cup of cocoa. You heard a key scrape in the front door and knew it was Joker.

Only he could make so much noise unlocking a door at midnight. It was Friday on the dot; he made it after all. The first of December.

You were ready to spoil Joker all month long and came up with a list of activities to expose him to. He needed to see Gotham City Square with all of the holiday lights and to hear a good Christmas carol sung.

You wanted Joker to try oranges with candy canes, challenge how many marshmallows he could dunk in his cocoa, and wage a snowball fight with him in Grant Park. He might not enjoy it, but you had the means to make gingerbread cookies and a kit to construct a gingerbread house from scratch. Without a doubt you knew he'd eat it all. The man was addicted to sugar.

You couldn't get official Christmas cards made for obvious reasons... but regardless, you wanted to take pictures with Joker. You wanted the matching pjs and long Christmas movie night marathons spent with the Clown Prince of Crime.

You wanted him to try fruitcake and laugh if/when he hated it. You wanted to kiss under the mistletoe and it actually mean something...

There was so much to discover with the evil clown; you were so excited.

The record you had going popped in the background but you still hummed along and waited for your lover to notice the decorations.

A soft, 'what the f__k' made you smirk into your mug. Yeah... Joker noticed alright, it was hard not to.

Immediately entering the apartment's foyer, two black nutcrackers stood at attention in a pile of snow with a big sign that read, 'Welcome to Y/n's Wonderland.'

Where your entry table used to reside, a tall nine foot tree glowed with pride. It was hard to ignore the beautiful sight of it.

Joker walked around the structure, sniffing it lightly when he picked up an earthy aroma emitting from the fir tree.

Somehow the tree still had snow on its branches and the flocked effect allowed white and cream ornaments to sit elegantly on its leaves. It was a work of art straight out of a magazine. Joker knew you would go all out. It was a trait of yours that he loved. It took him a minute to notice the subtle trinkets that you placed on the tree, like hidden knife ornaments and a glass bunny. Cute.

A familiar voice sang in the background and Joker's attention was directed towards the main living area.

Upon entering the living room, he saw two more trees also fully decked out in white.

One was near the balcony with a few neutral colored wrapped gifts underneath it. It took everything in Joker not to rip them open. The other, much larger tree, was smack dab in the middle of the room and demanded his attention. This one took his breath away.

Joker didn't know they had trees this tall.

The top of the tree brushed against the high ceiling and the overall color scheme was inspired by yours truly. His Light, pure and ethereal.

The entire room was color coordinated in crisp white, grey, other neutrals, with earthy pine cones and delicate glass bulbs as accents. Joker never seen holiday decorations so refined before. Snowflakes, strings of pearls, and other glass ornaments also hung from the colossal tree, making it full and whimsical in design. He again wondered how someone as short as you decorated the top but then he froze mid thought.

Where was his Light?

"Y/n? Are ya up..?" His feet stepped on a fluffy white tree skirt. It was incredibly soft and it highlighted the picture perfect parcels that were stashed underneath the tree.

How many presents did you buy already? He wasn't gone that long. "Where are ya, Bunny?" He called out.

He could hardly see you since the giant 14ft tree hid you from view. Your angelic voice floated from the couch (did you seriously change furniture too?!) and J sighed in relief. He was worried you weren't awake.

"You weren't kidding about err decorating." He brushed his hands against your new white couch in passing.

You swapped out the entire living room set to match your winter wonderland theme. It made him wonder where you housed your furniture during the holidays. "You think three trees are enough?"

You turned towards Joker and smiled. He arched an eyebrow when you handed him your steaming mug but he sipped it cautiously– only to smack his lips in earnest at the taste. "I like this.."

"Of course you do, it's my family's homemade hot chocolate recipe. And correction; I have six trees." You sat up and sang along with Frank Sinatra playing in the background.

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire.... Jack Frost nipping at your nose...."

Joker merely blinked at you. What on earth were you singing?

You came around your coffee table, that was also decked out with Christmas décor, to give Joker his welcome home kiss.

He was still wearing his clown makeup but you hardly cared about your house rules right about now. You would deal with his face paint getting everywhere if it meant you could love on him quicker.

But you could tell Joker was waiting for an explanation so you wrapped your arms around his neck and started a rant.

"Right. Six trees. There's the nine footer you saw in the foyer, this one is fourteen feet. Ugh, it took almost two hours to get up the elevator but it was so worth it. Then I have my present tree near the sunroom, it's nine feet too. Oooh, I have another tree in the hallway and one in my bedroom and another in your room. That's... five.. six. I went with a White Christmas theme this year. All neutrals, no color except for a tan or brown here or there."

Joker heard all what you said but his focus was on the trees themselves. He couldn't quite grasp the concept. "We have a tree in our room?" He asked.

You pretended that the word 'our' didn't make your heart leap out of your chest.

"Y-Yeah well yours is an artificial tree. You'll see why soon enough. C'mon, I'll show you! I worked really hard on this one."

You grabbed Joker's hand and dragged him past the aforementioned hallway tree, towards the guest bedroom. When you pushed the door open, he got to see the room's décor for the first time.

Joker had never seen a black Christmas tree before but he fell in love at first sight.

It was jet black with shiny grey embellishments and his signature purple and green colors were scattered throughout the alternative branches. More display boxes (these were black with gold or grey bows) were underneath it with the electric fireplace already roaring in the background.

He wanted nothing more than to curl up on the leather couch with you and take a nap. He spent the entire week dealing with idiots and missed some quality sleep– and by the looks of it, so did you.

Neither of you slept well without the other present.

You were already in pjs with your bonnet securely on your hair. It was evident that you stayed up to wait for him to come home.

Home. The word was still new to him. He never had a home to return to and definitely not one during the holidays– nor did he have anyone to spend them with.

Maybe that was the reason why he harbored such hatred for the holidays. Why celebrate when he was alone and ignorant to the true meaning?

People feared what they didn't understand yet you went out your way to educate Joker with the traditions that you practiced. You wanted to share this part of your life with Joker and he couldn't be more grateful to have someone as patient as you in his life.

For the next half hour, you gave Joker a tour of the apartment to practice for when the Home Décor magazine judge came by on the 20th.

You pointed out how the crown molding was trimmed with garland, how you arranged fresh boughs of holly on the mantles and tables, and also why you chose fresh Spruce and Balsam Fir trees this year as your army of Christmas trees.

All the greenery was grown from a Gotham City local farm and delivered to your home with care.

Not only did you explain how you decorated but you cited your sources if it wasn't homemade, or even better, passed down through the family.

Joker commented on your mother's real glass ornaments and kissed you each time he found a hidden trinket that showcase his presence.

No one would ever know its message but if you did win– pictures of your decorations would be made public. Special ornaments, his monogrammed initial, or the suspicious amount of bunny motifs was a subtle way of declaring Joker in your life and he absolutely loved it.

You rambled off your ideas for the month as you made Joker a fresh mug of hot chocolate and he watched you with a wistful smile.

He hated when you were right. You made the air in the penthouse magical just by decorating or perhaps it was already there. The lights were dim and warm, giving everything a cozy, intimate glow and you never looked more beautiful.

Even in your baggy pjs you were a vision to J. Somehow you put him under a Christmas spell and he found himself looking forward to this winter bucket list of yours.

He would admit he was a Christmas virgin since his dark childhood ruined his opinion about the day, but you seemed hellbent on changing those negative memories into positive ones. You would expose Joker to all the wonders of the season one day at a time.

There were thirty one days in December and you planned on making the most out of each one.

By the time Christmas Day rolled around, Joker would love the holiday just as much as you did— if not more, all because he got to spend it with you.

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