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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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nicromancytarot · 3 months

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WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO DO TO YOU? 18+ themes.

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what the person you’re thinking about would do to you if they could, this was crazy so pick a picture to find out!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

Bro’s fantasising, I put my music on shuffle and got this one song which triggered a memory of when I had a crush on this girl and sat in the car staring out of the window creating scenarios about her to the song lmao, so I feel as though your person may be on the same wavelength as me.

My entire body hurt during this reading, I was having full body channeling which was crazy for me, but as soon as I wrote down that my back and stomach were killing me, the pain went away, so your person may want to metaphorically break your back and possibly even get you pregnant, I was also randomly sweating like crazy so it’s gonna be steamy when they get to have you, I feel like you guys will be going for multiple rounds until both of you are absolutely exhausted and can’t take anymore.

Not going to lie, I see this being someone from the past? #Fuckexes. (Not literally.)

Firstly they may stalk your social media or keep tabs on you, I notice someone gasping at the others breasts if you have those, if they have breast than I’m pretty sure you love them, this is the type of conversation when someone can’t stop looking at the others breasts and is barely paying attention to the conversation.

They wanna watch you play with yourself, they may even want you to send them a video of you touching yourself.

For some of you I can see that they like butt-play, and they like having from behind cus they really enjoy your butt and shoulders, they may like to leave kisses or hickeys on the back of your shoulders. They may also only really see you in a room full of people romantically, but I do get senses that this person may have or might cheat if you were or get into a relationship.

PILE 2

They wanna wine and dine you prior to having sex with you, and I think that they also want to learn what you’re into and have a long winded conversation about both of your boundaries. They also really enjoy your breasts, or you enjoy theirs, I can see that either of you may want to leave a lot of kisses or hickeys there; maybe even for other people to see if you or they enjoy wearing low cut shirts and dresses.

They seem very gentle and worry about your pleasure more than their own, they do want to do some type of butt stuff with you. (What is it with the butt stuff today?) They want to eat the booty or go the full way with it.

At the end they want you to reward their hard efforts with some good ole’ head.

PILE 3

They want to offer a relationship before having sex with you, I do get the vibe that this could be a future spouse who picks you up after heartbreak as we have both the 4 of wands and the 3 of swords. This is the tile of sex that has you forgetting about all the bad things in your life and in the world.

There’s only one card in the spread where she’s not covering her stomach and it’s while she’s watching him count his money so you may only think about getting pregnant after you know they have enough money to sustain you and the baby (they do, they live a life of luxury.) Or you may show them that you have enough money before they think of allowing you to get them pregnant.

They want to take you from behind, finally we have a pile that doesn’t refer to butt-play (amen.) They’re pretty masculine so they would want to take over all of the masculine roles.

You may find them sneaking a glance at your breasts when you first meet.

#pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot witch #free tarot #tarot cards #daily tarot

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sugarsprinklesoul · 3 months

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6 Months Till Summer: Your Ultimate 6 Month Glow Up Guide

As the new year unfolds, so does the countdown to summer. You might be thinking, what? This early? YES. Summer is about 6 months away at the time I’m writing this post. This is the perfect time to start thinking about what we want our summer to be like. The earlier you start, the easier it is to achieve all your summer dreams! So rather than feeling overwhelmed by last-minute transformations, let’s start working on our glow up together now.

In this post I will guide you through the next 6 months and what you can do to make sure you look and feel your best when summer arrives.

We are starting off super early. At the time I’m writing this post it is still January. For years I’ve always had goals for summer but I let life pass me by and when May came around I started to panic, thinking how can I look and feel my best when summer is already knocking at my door? This year let’s say goodbye to those feelings and make place for a more empowering approach.

Below is your ultimate guide for your best summer yet! <3 Each month you will be adding new habits to your daily routine. Make sure to keep doing the habits when the month ends. So all the habits you start doing 6 months before summer you will continue doing 5 months before, 4 months before, 3 months before and all the way up until summer! With each new month you will just keep adding more! It would be even more amazing if you could make them apart of your daily life forever.

Action steps:

Vision Boards: Create a few vision boards to visualize your summer goals. Make them inspiring and motivating. This way you have something to reference if you feel a little lost on your summer glow up journey.

Healthy eating: Start adding more healthy, nourishing foods into your meals. More dark leafy greens, vegetables, big nourishing breakfasts. Start seeing food as your fuel, if you don’t provide your body with the right kind and amount of foods, it won’t work in your favor! Healthy food is energy, glowing skin, health and happiness

Daily Walks: Begin taking daily walks to stay active and boost your mood! You can walk in the gym or at home on a treadmill but I would really really recommend for you to take your walks outside. The fresh air does wonders for your mental well being.

Reduce Greasy and Fried Foods: Cut back on ultra processed and unhealthy foods. Especially greasy and fried foods. Not only do these foods negatively impact your health, they also can cause hormonal and physical changes that can worsen your skin and complexion. We want that glowy summer skin! So cutting back on these foods early, will give you enough time to achieve that. Does this mean no more fries? Of course not. Just enjoy these foods in moderation!

Workout Routine: Find a workout routine that works for you and start incorporating it into your lifestyle. Personally I will be adding runs to my routine, Pilates and Yoga and some strength training. I like to have a variety of workouts so I don’t get bored so easily. By starting to build your routine now you can build confidence, resilience and the stamina to enjoy your summer.

Consistency: Start working on your consistency. Remember the promises you make to yourself and keep them. It’s time to let go of the “I’ll start tomorrow” mindset and start your habits today. Even if you think your whole day was a “bad day” you can still finish off strong by doing a evening yoga session for example. Think of the person you want to become and act like her.

Skin Care Routine: Start your summer skin care routine. I’m sure you already have a skin care routine you do daily. Start adding products into your routine that will give you that glowy summer skin! Think about Vitamin C, Niacinamide and hydrating ingredients. Also don’t forget to wear your sunscreen daily when going outside. It’s the ultimate secret to flawless, glowy skin.

Summer Aesthetic: What will your summer aesthetic be? Obviously you look amazing the way you are now. But to me, it’s so much fun to pick a type of aesthetic for summer and dress for the occasion. For example in summer I like to grow my hair out mermaid style and do fun mermaid type hairstyles.

Posture Routine / Stretches: Begin to add a stretch / posture routine to your schedule. Personally I like to do a little yoga each morning to wake up my body. You can do a special Yoga Posture routine to really get all the benefits. Improving your posture will work wonders on your confidence, trust me.

Wardrobe Refresh: Start building your wardrobe with key summer pieces! Maybe buy some new bikinis that make you feel confident. Hair accessories, new shoes, cute workout clothes. Everything that makes you feel amazing during summer and you can wear on your active summer days. Clean out your closet and look for your favorite summer clothes. This is the time to look at your visionboard and build on your summer aesthetic.

Get up Earlier: Now that the days are getting longer, let’s take advantage of the sun and get up earlier. This is a great habit to build for summer, it will make sure that you can enjoy the days and maybe even catch a sunrise. Make sure to start working on you sleep schedule. Early nights and early mornings are key. This will help you be more productive, energized and boost your mood and overall well-being.

Increase Workouts: By now you have been doing your new workout routine for 3 months already! Change some things up and level up on others. Maybe take a few longer runs, do a longer yoga workout, whatever feels good to you! It’s time to really put in the work and make yourself strong and confident. When doing this, make sure to also fuel your body accordingly! You don’t want to under eat and over train as this will hinder your progress and have you feeling dull and lifeless by the time summer comes around.

Fruits, Veggies and Salads: Now that spring is here let’s eat more fresh, cooling foods to keep your body cool and hydrated. Start adding even more veggies and fruits into your meals. Make big salads, fruit salads, protein smoothies and juices. All these antioxidants and vitamins will not only make you feel great but also look great too!

Body Hygiene: With summer just around the corner and spring in full motion, it’s time to take give our bodies a little extra love. When wearing a bikini we want to feel confident, fierce and beautiful. To make sure that happens we can give our bodies a little extra care. Think of getting a laser treatment for unwanted hair, body scrubs, lymph drainage, massages, a bikini wax, a little extra body lotion. Start doing all the things to get your body ready, glowing and looking amazing for summer.

Summer Prep: Start prepping for summer! Organize your wardrobe, add your favorite summer clothes and shoes. Prep your jewellery, bags and other accessories you want to wear. Get your bikinis ready, maybe buy some new ones.

Summer Body Routine: Personally in summer my body needs a little extra love. More sunscreen, more waxing (obviously lol) and I like to have a little more glow by using body lotions and scrubs. I recommend adding a weekly summer prep body routine so you always feel ready to take on the day. It’s the worst when we want to do spontaneous things and then we remember we haven’t shaved for a week. Nothing worse than a last minute shave (ouch). Also start to add cooling ingredients in your skin care routine like Aloe Vera and face masks. To keep our skin fresh and glowing.

Healthy Habits: Keep doing all the healthy habits you have done so far! Like your workout routines, daily walks, better posture etc.

I hope by the time summer comes around you are feeling the most confident you have ever felt in your life. Each time you finish a habit, feel those empowering feelings and use them to keep you motivated! All these tiny steps add up and will help you to have a massive transformation for summer.

Each month I will be going more in depth into what you can do until summer arrives with more examples and a few mini guides. For now, I hope this post has inspired you to take transform your life for the better and start working on yourself because you love yourself! <3

And remember, your summer glow up is all about making sure you have the best summer you have had so far! It’s NOT about being the skinniest or eating the healthiest foods or working out the most. It’s about you feeling amazing and comfortable in your body so you can go out and enjoy summer to the fullest!

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thatfreshi · 20 days

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"Light-Headed"

A short sequel to "Undeserving," commissioned by @mosshugs

(Please note that the original piece dealt heavily with disordered eating behaviors and that this one is similar, but a happy ending <3)

It’s been a while since the fall of Cazador, and all your other adventures have come to an end. You’ve settled down since then, Astarion by your side. You stopped counting the days a long time ago, how long it had been since his old master had died. Maybe he stopped counting as well, but you know against your better judgement that he probably hasn’t. Since those times, your group has found new ways of life. Gale has started teaching young wizards, Wyll moved on with Lae’zel to help the army of Baldur’s Gate, and so on. You and Astarion though? You’ve spent a lot of time in your new home, organizing, collecting new trinkets, decorating, building, and overall enjoying having a home. This hasn’t stopped your personal ongoing struggles though.

The two of you have your own issues, things that didn’t end after Cazador died, and things that would probably never end. Especially in Astarion’s case, immortality leaves him with a lot of problems to solve, and a lot of those problems may never have solutions. One morning though, when the two of you are lying in bed, he manages to solve just one debacle.

“Darling? Are you awake?”

It’s slightly lit, the bedroom, with Astarion on the darker side of the bed. You are awake, having just woken up from a long slumber. Turns out being new homeowners is quite tiresome, leaving the two of you with much rest to catch up on.

“Yes, I am awake. Sadly.”

It seems a though shuteye is never enough these days, especially afte trying to catch up on all the missed sleep on your journey.

“I thought… and only if you’d want to of course, that we could try feeding again? I don’t know what it is but today, I feel better than normal. As if this pang of hunger is somehow, more delicate than it usually feels.”

You barely spoke about his feeding habits, but it has been quite difficult for him to find energy with his lack of drinking from you. You try every now again to let him drink your blood, but it never seems quite right. Even with Cazaor gone, the wounds are still there. It seems like maybe, some of them will always be there, no matter how hard either of you try.

“Of course my love, always.”

A common response on your end, one that he quite likes. It’s nice for him to know that there is always a source of food for him, that scarcity is no longer in existence. Security, what a luxury that should only be a necessity.

Somewhere in the middle of your thoughts, you feel a sharp pain in your neck. This process must have happened over a hundred times by now, so you’re used to the cold, the sting, and all of those fun metaphors people use in reference to vampire bites. While you’re thinking though, trying not to put any pressure on him, you ponder what is on the agenda today. There’s still much to be done, many more pieces of furniture to procure, a garden to start outside…

And after a while of listing things off in your head, you realize that for the first time in a long time, you’re starting to get light-headed. Soon after, he releases from your throat, and there’s a sense of joy in your dizzy state. You try not to make a big deal out of it, considering you don’t want to scare him with some big gesture or make it seem like a successful feeding is abnormal, but he’s the one to outwardly express it first. When you lock eyes with him, he’s actually tearing up a little.

“That was… good. It was good for once.”

“It was?”

“Yes.”

And that response brings down the dam, and he fully begins to cry. This isn’t something you see from him often, but this issue with him being unable to feed has been plaguing the two of you for months. You find yourself soon crying along with him.

“How do you feel?”

“I don’t know. Strong? Peaceful? Not like I should be punished?”

That word pangs in your chest, ‘punished,’ as if he should ever be punished for sustenance. Sadly, you know that reality was all too real in the past.

“Good. You should feel strong, because you are.”

He takes one of your hands in both of his.

“Thank you my dear. Maybe I’m stronger than I thought I was.”

Is every other feeding from then on perfect? No, of course not. Healing is never quite as linear as we would like it to be, and it certainly isn’t as pretty either. There are horrible moments in the future, but also grand ones, ones like these that pull at your heartstrings and remind you why you ever fell in love. And slowly, day by day, the grand moments outweigh the horrible ones, and your dear Aster becomes better and better because of it, and the two of you become better because of each other.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort

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runa-falls · 11 months

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cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

part 1 part 3 part 4

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!”

You don’t.

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes.

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man.

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic.

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.”

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it.

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you.

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain.

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him.

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way).

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met.

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly.

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave.

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour.

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?”

Even her voice is elegant.

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door.

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public.

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain.

Or at least a super-something.

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.”

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Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits.

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her.

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.”

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct.

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!”

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool.

And then it’s just you.

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here.

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Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right?

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit.

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him.

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?”

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full.

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it.

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go.

And now he’s leaving you.

So you take your chance.

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying.

Then silence.

How awkward.

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low.

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in.

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space.

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool.

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps.

Little Red?

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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When he's far away at sea, Tom finds himself infinitely grateful that you found work at a photography studio.

Author's Note: This fic, two days late? Noooooo.... Also! I've inadvertently made all the Tommy B smuff fics connected, so this can either be read alone or as a sequel to "After the War"

Pairing: Tom Bennett x Reader (2nd person)

Warnings: masturbation (m), lingerie, references to oral sex (f receiving) and p in v sex

This work is a part of my 12 Days of Smuff event! Read the rest here.

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Prompt: Letters & Lingerie

Tom lay in his bunk with a cocky smile on his lips. He cast his eyes around the rest of the room, finding only one or two other sailors, both asleep and far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to hear him.

This ritual was well worth skipping his mid-day meal.

He weighed the envelopes in his hands for a moment. It felt heavier than it usually did – that boded well for him. After taking a moment to inhale the perfume you had lovingly sprayed on the envelope, Tom dug into your letter.

Tom, my strapping husband,

You said in your last letter that your life in His Majesty’s Nave was ‘fucking boring.’ Shall I tell you how exciting my life back home is?

My uncle has changed the studio’s opening to eleven in the morning so he can get some sleep after staying up all night as an air raid warden. Which means I must find a way to fill that time, assuming I am not also sleeping as I often do after spending a night crammed into a shelter with every screaming and crying child in the whole goddamn neighborhood.

But when I am not sleeping, I often find myself doing the chores that Mum no longer has the energy to do. I swear, if I didn’t do the shopping and cooking, we’d all be eating nothing but bread. Since dad left, she just hasn’t been the same. I think him leaving again reminds her of the last war. He went missing for seven months, seven! I can’t imagine how awful it must have been for her.

Don’t you ever put me through that, Tom Bennett. Not even for a week. I swear I’d come to France myself to drag you back here by your ear.

Now that’s out of the way, I do have something somewhat exciting to tell you. My uncle’s been letting me use the camera a lot more than before he signed up to be a warden. I even got to do a family’s christening portrait all on my own! He wants me to be able to handle the studio on my own, should he ever get called up (not that we’re even slightly concerned about that, considering his age). Or – oh no. That’s not really why he’s doing it, is it? He wants me to be able to run it in case one day he doesn’t come back after the sirens go off, doesn’t he? I’m going to try not to think about that.

I brought it up because he’s allowed me to start using the portable camera rather than the big one in the studio. This way, I won’t always have to be nervous that he will walk in on me when I take pictures for you.

Speaking of, I think you’ll like what I enclosed today. I borrowed Mum’s, just as you asked.

Your adoring wife,

Tom stared at those two wonderful words. Husband. Wife.

He wished he’d been able to give you the ceremony you deserved. Not simply standing in the register office with all your parents looking on with half-hearted smiles before being rushed out almost immediately so the next couple could come in. You deserved so much more than that, roses and a band and a grand hall and all that shit. Once he was home, for good, he’d give it to you. All of it. Most of all, a big honeymoon. Not the one night in a shabby local hotel your parents, your uncle, and even his sister Lois had helped pitch in to get you. Only for him to have to leave again the next day.

The fact that he was leaving you as his wife instead of just as his best girl made it somehow so much harder.

But this helped.

He started by writing his reply to the actual content of your letter. If he started with the pictures, he knew he wouldn’t give a shit about whatever you’d written by the end.

My sweet darling wife,

I am so very sorry that you have things to do all day. Whenever I feel bad about sitting at the prow and staring at the endless ocean, I will remind myself that you are enduring such tortures as shopping and taking undoubtedly lovely family portraits. It will remind me that I should be eternally grateful that the king himself has sent me on the world’s most boring cruise.

Joking aside, I am very sorry you’re stressed. Give your mum my love and tell your uncle that I’m counting on him to look after you while I’m gone, and thank him for his good work (with the warden thing, not the photography). Please take care of yourself. I know you’re willing to stretch yourself thin for the people you love, but I love you too, and I’ll be pissed if I come home to a wife too exhausted to even fuck me.

I actually might not be bored for a few days. They’re sending us to do a job, even if I will be stuck in a rowboat for a day, maybe more. Ah well, at least I won’t be the one rowing, at least.

I’m very happy about you getting more responsibility at the studio. Of course, most of that is for selfish reasons, but I’m still proud of you, love. Can’t wait to see what you’ve enclosed. Oh and before I forget, I’d like to request something… red in your next letter.

Your proud husband,

Tom Bennett

He never wrote as much as you did, but he knew you didn’t mind. You didn’t want any details about the horrible, upsetting things he’d seen, it would only worry you too much. Besides, you knew what he really loved about your letters.

After taking another deep breath, Tom set the paper aside and finally allowed himself to look at your pictures.

“Oh, you gorgeous, gorgeous girl…”

The pearl necklace you wore was a little off-center, but Tom hardly noticed it. He was solely focused on what you were wearing—a full corset, in some kind of shiny, light-colored fabric. The top of it only held half of your perfect tits inside, allowing him to admire their smooth curves. What he wouldn’t give to hold them in his hands. Once he got home, he’d do just that for an hour at least.

Over your delightfully cinched waist, you’d worn a sheer petticoat with ruffles at the bottom – exactly like one you might have worn under your wedding dress, if you’d been able to wear one. He’d get you that, too. Even if only to go to your uncle’s studio to take pictures. Tom wouldn’t need to rent a morning coat, as he’d just wear his uniform, so he could spend extra getting you the perfect dress.

Maybe you could even redo the wedding night.

Tom surveyed the room again before lying back and sliding his hand below his waistband. He’d done this so many times that now, he got hard the instant he picked up the envelope, so he was still relatively proud of his restraint, and was sure you would be, too.

He started slowly, imagining slipping the petticoat off you. Imagine how you’d shiver as his finger ever so slightly brushed your skin. The sounds you’d make – sighs and little whimpers. He loved those little whimpers so much.

He let out his own soft sigh as he began to move his hand faster. Once the petticoat was down, he’d kneel in front of you and make quick work of your shoes, then take his sweet time unbuckling and lowering your stocking.

God, how he missed those legs, shapely and soft. He loved touching them, kissing them, laying between them. His hips kicked up as he imagined himself kissing his way up them when he got home, all the way up to that delightful place where your knickers dug into the little dip between your leg and your hips.

It was hard to hold back his moan at the thought.

He’d lower your knickers first, he decided. So he could bury himself in you until he was satisfied. Yours was a taste he craved as badly as he did for decent cigarettes. He sometimes woke from dreams of devouring you, thinking he could still taste you on his tongue.

Only when your legs were shaking would he stand, prowling behind you with his hands on your waist. He’d kiss your neck as he untied your corset. Or unhooked? He didn’t know, but he hoped it was untie – it was sexier.

The pearls would stay on the whole time as he kissed you, touched you, fucked you. He’d put them between your teeth to help you soften your cries and moans, then watch them fall back on your chest when you came. You always came with your mouth wide open as you screamed his name.

That memory of your voice and the way your nails would dig into his skin is what drove him over the edge, spilling himself into his hand.

Tom lay there, reliving his imaginings, until a bell rang, signaling it was time to get in the rowboats. He made sure to wipe his hand on the mattress of one of the rich cunts who mocked him and the other working-class boys before leaving, his own letter in hand.

He stopped by the room where they kept their post on his way to the rowboats, quickly folding his paper to stuff it into an envelope. A smile crept over his features as he addressed it to ‘Mrs. Tom Bennett,’ before filling out the rest. He was glad that you were living in your parent’s house, but he couldn’t wait until he could get a place just for the two of you.

Lastly, he wrote the date in the corner of the envelope, as you always liked to know when he received yours, so you could be sure to include all the relevant gossip he’d missed.

26 May, 1940

#tom bennett #tom bennett x reader #tom bennett fic #tom bennett fanfic #tom bennet fanfiction #tom bennet smut #tom bennett imagine #tom bennett x you #world on fire #ewan mitchell #12 days of smuff

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bundletober #13: blazing hymn

alright i've fallen behind on bundletober (the series of blog posts where i review and talk about a ttrpg i got in a bundle every day) and am hoping to make up the difference by putting out two entries today. this is the first one, and i'm looking at the mecha-piloting, synthetic-armour wearing, blaspheming-against-God-and-his-angels game blazing hymn by peach garden games.

now sadly this game is not a lyric/blackout poetry game about rewriting church hymns to be about gay sex. someone should make that btw. no it's just about wearing highly advanced battlesuits powered by the song of your heart to kill aliens with weapons of pure energy. which is about as cool.

first off, the layout of this game is unique and stylish. there are hexagons everywhere:

the game puts sparse splashes of dreamy pastel colours amid a constantly shifting set of black and white hexagons. it gives the book a visual identity that is at once both visually distinct and also changing massively from page to page. it's a really cool way to mix things up and keep you wanting to turn the page if just to keep seeing what the next one even looks like.

what's the game about? simple. angels have come to earth to destroy it badly. with the power of song, young people can power specially designed battlesuits, called Hymnals, that when not activated collapse down into crystal necklaces. it's a pretty anime concept--the game is pretty open about being inspired by Evangelion and Symphogear, neither of which i've actually seen--but it's cool as hell. the aesthetics of the layout really help bring the aesthetics of the game itself, of technology and ethereal mysticism merged into one thing, to life.

the game uses a pretty simple three-stat system where you build dice pools with a state relevant to an action and can get a full success, mixed success, or failure, depending on what you roll. your characters have two resources, Health, which is what it sounds like, and Gain, which is essentially magical power. because you can swap Health for Gain and Gain for Health at a 1-1 ratio with no restrictions, i'm not really sure why they're separate things--seems like a missed opportunity to not only simplify the mechanics but also create a strong mechanical narrative element by making Gain the only thing that keeps you going--once your song is silenced, you're out.

to create a character, you pick from one of six unit classes--here's where i'd describe the six classes, but honestly, they don't quite feel distinct enough. a lot of the powers you can pick for each hymnal class feel very similar, or are outright overlapping in a lot of cases. this isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the descriptions of the hymnals, while trying to clarify their combat roles, all end up seeming to repeat themselves or say contradictory things. i think some direct ties between those descriptions and their mechanics would have helped--i'd find it a lot easier to remember that, for example, the 05 Xyston type "brutal in combat" if that flavour text was followed by a direct reference to one or more of its abilities. they do all have pretty different stats--which, in a game with a very simple and elegant combat system, means i'm confident they play very differently once you hit the table. but just looking at them, as a prospective player, i struggle to tell the difference.

i don't have that problem with the next character creation mechanic, though, which is choosing the songs you sing to power your hymnal. each song, as well as a thematically appropriate set of stat boosts, also prompts a pair of revealing character questions. they're the kind of mechanic that i want to get my hands on because they make it fun to create characters, giving real mechanical expression to the emotional fundamentals of who they are.

the combat system itself seems really, really good. it's astoundingly simple--you're encouraged to use a map, but there's no fiddly grid or distance tracking, just the ability to move between being Close, Near, or Far from an enemy. it keeps the numbers low to keep it getting silly and doesn't bother with any of the unecessary bookkeeping and fiddliness that plagues TTRPG combat as a whole. no initiative, no separate turns--there's a 'player' turn and a GM turn, and during the GM turn the GM picks from enemy's listed actions until they've done two for each player. players can use their abilities on the GM turn, and the game encourages the GM to take enemy actions that wil lforce them to--so nobody's ever standing around twiddling their thumbs waiting for the whole table to rotate back to them, and having a lot of enemies doesn't mean the players listen to the GM talk for fifteen minutes.

there's two unique mechanics that i think are very interesting-- Civilians and Condemnation. Civilians are--well, exactly what they sound like. on their turn, players can use an action to evacutate up to 5 of them. this extremely small and simple mechanic is fucking genius. so many games tell you they're about saving innocent people, but yet the only mechanical verbs you have to interact with anyone are violent ones. as elaine scarry says in the body in pain:

so in a way i think blazing hymn puts its money where its mouth is in a way very few combat rpgs with emancipatory or heroic aspirations bother. angels are said to attack populated areas--you're sent to preserve life as well as destroy the enemy. it makes the game feel fundamentally different, like despite the questionable ethics of hymnals (after all, they only work on young people, who then have to be sent into deadly combat situations) there is something heroic you can do.

the second cool mechanic is condemnation, a reality-warping toxin that angels use to destroy the places they're sent to. this rocks because it adds a ticking timer to the battlefield, a passive threat that forces the player characters to be proactive. if condemnation gets too high, not only is the fight going to get harder, but civilians are going to die en masse. it's a great piece of game design that gives the GM a great lever to pull for pacing and urgency.

i also really like that one of the steps of the GM turn is to 'change the situation', whether that means something happens in the narrative or something on the map changes (a train arriving is the example the book gives) or more angels attack. in general, one of my biggest complaitns about d&d is that unless a DM takes it upon themselves to design additional mechanics and encounters outside of anything the game actually gives them, combat inevitably turns into two lines of people hitting each other with sticks until one of them dies. i love dynamic, progressing combat, combat where the stakes change moment to moment. and blazing hymn delivers.

anything else? oh yeah, the angel designs are cool as fuck.

god damn. anyway despite a few minor issues with the hymnals themselves, the core of blazing hymnal is fucking good, a nice tight and razor-sharp combat system wrapped up in pulsing pastel crystalline aesthetics. if you like cool anime fights and like having the rules to back it up but hate complexity, crunch, and tedium, this might be the perfect game for you. it's certainly given me a lot of cool design ideas to take foreward into my own projects.

blazing hymn is available for purchase as a digital download through itch.io

#tattletxt #bundletober 2023 #ttrpg #bundletober 14 will of course be shorter

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Quaking Aspen - Populus tremuloides

Today I want to bring up a charismatic favorite: the Quaking Aspen. Like all populus species, it's a fast growing, clonal colony forming, northern extreme and mountain loving tree (just like its Eurasian sister species: A. tremula) with an incredibly wide range of distribution. In addition to all those interesting qualities, the oldest known organism is presumed to be a Quaking Aspen colony (Pando, in Utah)

General identification before I can talk about the more interesting bits, Aspens are best known for their yellow autumn leaves and smooth white bark with dark knots, they can grow as large as 60' but depending on their environment can be stunted to around 5-20' (think of krummholz). Leaves of this species appear slightly heart shaped and retain the same sheen on both sides (image 1). Plants are unisexual meaning individuals either have male or female flowers, interestingly enough this is a good method to distinguish where one colony begins and ends by looking at the color of the branches in spring (see image from Colorado below, note trees with light green and those without). Emerging catkins are white at first which become green and longer as the season changes, male catkins having slightly longer stamen but female fruiting catkins ultimately growing longest at 10 cm. Seeds are small capsules with silky hairs to assist in wind dispersion, these trees are ruderal so they produce around 1.6 Million a season with many unable to germinate. Seedlings often need consistent moisture and full sun to even germinate, most of the seeds growth goes to root structure the first year.

The name Quaking Aspen (or trembling per the Latin) refers to the extremely mobile habit of the leaf. Leaves are connected to flexible petioles (stems) which flip around in the slightest breeze. Environmentally speaking, I was once told that leaves have chlorophyll on both sides however this stem could also be a biological strategy to cope with harsh wind conditions in mountainous environments, I didn't encounter any recent research verifying this though. Interestingly enough, given the harsh nature of which this tree thrives, apparently, there is chlorophyll in its trunk, allowing extra energy to enter the tree when it's leaves are gone.

Quaking Aspen is an early succession species, able to reestablish/colonize a site after a fire or other major disturbance. Many of Upstate New York's famous Aspen forests are actually a result of logging and fires in the early 1900s rather than a typical forest compostion. Establishment is different depending on opportunity, in the west its often long lived clonal roots systems, in the high arctic its often through wind blown seed, in the east its generally short lived clones out-competed by hardwood/conifer forest after a century, and in its furthest southeastern range I typically only encounter individuals on rocky outcrops or former fields.

Above ground trees usually live less than a century, in the east maybe 50-80 years given our moisture, out west individual trunks can live two centuries. It's common to find dense forests with even-age trees since clonal root structures re-emerge together (Image above from Bluebell Knoll Mountain in Utah). Its also thought that the root system can live for two millenia or longer, Pando being an example of extreme longevity (I mean 40,000 years would survive an ice age, even in Utah there would be mountain glaciation, thats quite spectacular if true). Ironically, one of the best survival tools in the Aspen's playback is fire recovery, otherwise it will get out-competed/shaded pretty fast (see the context in image 2, that NJ forest used to have lots of aspen).

All this in mind its good to point out that Aspen's early successional habit makes it great for ecological restoration. It's common to find them as the first pioneers on former mines or superfund sites (aspen grove below from Palmerton gap, Pennsylvania). Unfortunately one of the negative side affects is that populus species often bring up a lot of heavy metals in their leaves and wood meaning they can re-contaminate through their own biological accumulation. Which is good for extracting small scale contaiminants...very bad for large sites where you need to trap metal under soil to prevent toxins from eroding offsite

All this being said Quaking Aspen's large geographic range mirrors that of the last glacial maximum, implying a rapid spread onto retreating glaciers. This also suggests a growth habit requiring wet or moist soil conditions. This range is North West to Alaska nearly touching the Arctic Ocean at its Northern-most range in the Yukon, then east to Newfoundland; south west to Mexico (usually restricted to high mountains) and east from Iowa to New Jersey (with scattered populations in West Virginia).

Since Aspen often colonizes sites of former glaciation, with climate change it's predicted there will be a northward and uphill progression of populations. Aspen isn't really in intense danger of dissappearing but studies have shown major stressors (draught, extreme heat, over-grazing) cause higher mass-mortality events from minor stressors (typically disease and insect herbivorey). Given the fact that many forests are clonal there was a question of low genetic diversity amoung populations, yet interestingly, individuals undergo somatic mutations (DNA alterations after conception) and are extremely variable, so different individuals often place different energies into different defense tactics.

In addition to all of this information Aspens are primarily used today to make paper pulp. Historically settlers used aspen to derive quinine (think gin and tonic), and indigenous tribes have a history of using big trunks to create dug out canoes.

So please go out to your nearest mountain/boreal forest to enjoy the Quaking Aspen's lovely smooth bark and haunting shaking in the wind!

#plant profiles #trees #quaking aspen #populus tremuloides #native plants of North America

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you compare yourself to him 2.txt

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ navigation ━ part I here

━ about: angst atop of angst and some fluff

━ a/n: Bacchus here is a reference to a Korean energy drink in Yoongi's part. Jimin's part is my own favourite one :)

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: The world is...beige. Since when? Blinking away the heavy grogginess, you reach to touch the material on your face before removing it. Looking around one might think you'd slept through the whole warfare as every surface is covered in clothes. Amidst the maelstrom like a blur in the wind is Namjoon, tossing everything he could find all around. You reach to hook a finger around a silver chain necklace inexplicably dangling on a bedside lamp. You remember this one. You'd gifted him this in Tartu on a whim of being overwhelmingly lovesick for his dimples.

"Are you fleeing the country?" you rasp, voice falling gruff from the disuse. It had been...hard to talk after the gallery. Or look at yourself in the mirror. Or leave the bed.

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon whips around, accidentally pulling along with him a lightbox. Dimly you watch it clatter on the ground.

"Baby! Hello! Did you sleep well?" he asks with an eagerness of a zealous labrador and you frown.

"Well enough. Have you gone mad? Perhaps?"

He laughs as though this simple remark was the finest joke in the land.

"No, I'm very focused and logical," he chirps and your frown deepens. No way his brain was not harmed somehow. This was...suspicious to say the least.

"Listen, I'm going to be on the TV today -"

"You always are," dryly you point out but then he crawls on the bed and practically sticks his face into yours, so close you go cross-eyed.

"Make sure you watch it, okay? It'll be a live. Starts at 3."

"Okay," flustered you comply and as his breath fans your face the suspicion surges. "How many energy drinks have you had?"

"Nine!"

Your eyes pop open but you can't do much about it as he glimpsed down, finds the necklace glimmering between your fingers and lets out a jubilant cry.

"I've been looking for this thing! Thank you!" he begins leaving rushed kisses all over your face, graciously ignoring any protests. "Thank you, baby! My moon and stars!"

Was he drunk as well?

Pulling back just as haphazardly he glanced at the clock, breathing a horrified gasp.

"Oh, shit, I'm late! But the mess..." he tosses a guilty glimpse at the destroyed closet before you push him.

"I'll..I'll clean it, just go."

You had little to do anyway, not like you could go to a gallery to have worldly people fun. At that, a natural scoff worms upon your face.

"Thank you! I love you! I love you so much!" he yelps and presses himself fervently against you, capturing your lips in a sloppy, frantic kiss. The taste of energy drinks spills onto your mouth. The next you know, your boyfriend becomes Sonic and is out of the door leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

Typical.

You're still folding some pants when reluctantly the weight of the promise burdens you too much and end up switching the TV, knowing in your heart that seeing him in his role as an idol, you'll only feel more distant. What sort of girlfriend tunes into the TV to see their boyfriend not just call them? What sort of girlfriend were you at all? You frown at the leg of the pants, bunching it in your palms before releasing it. A lame one. You were a lame girlfriend.

It couldn't be said that this interview was anything else that you hadn't seen and heard hundred times before but one thing does stick out like red in a sea of mourners. Namjoon looks like a goddamn patchwork game. You can squint and frown, an action which is done by many, including the interviewer, his band, and the camera operator probably as well. The look presented makes it seem he was blind, drunk, and high when choosing his clothes and also made that choice in a closet belonging to a crazy person. Green baggy pants, a red turtleneck, a white, little scarf, a beret and the necklace proudly laid to glisten in the middle of his chest which that turtleneck is giving it all to protect.

Was this his way of saying he needed a break?

"Uh, Namjoon, to address the uh...elephant in the room," the interviewer begins, pulling the collar of the shirt aside, under pressure to both ask and be very polite about it. "Are you experimenting with new fashion these days?"

"No," he beams back, suspiciously innocent and wide-eyed. "These are my favourite clothes! They give me comfort and remind me of being loved whenever I go."

You think back and start piecing together, a patchwork of your own if you will, that these were all things you got him. Some you had forgotten - the joke beret, the necklace but the red turtleneck was an impromptu Christmas present while the green pants he wanted but didn't have the time to go out and buy himself.

"I see," the interviewer drawls. "To segway off what you said, as k-pop idols, love is certainly a big part of your songs, may I ask how you view love on your own? Is it something you share with your image or is it completely different?"

"Well, I-" Taehyung begins but is immediately interrupted by Namjoon whose eagerness makes him look like a complete maniac. Poor Taehyung can only blink owlishly and then let the matter be.

"Thank you so much for asking! I've thought a lot about love, I always made it complicated in my head, but now I know better. Love is being understood," his eyes snap straight into the camera and you flinch as you hold eye contact. "It's to be comfortable and feeling heard. Most of the time you know people say you have to be of similar interests, that then you'll be able to bond better but that is simply not true. People are not bonded together by their diplomas, how many stamps they have on their passport or how many painting meanings they can discern."

Your cheeks flush.

"They are bonded because they share one another and that's what's important not the trivial nonsense others may push upon them. The world is made of perspectives and whenever our loved ones express their thoughts it becomes a better, more interesting place. And I think we ourselves as well. What matters is not how many, let's say, artwork meanings they get but how much of us they get."

"And do you feel..."get"?" the interviewer asks awkwardly and Namjoon splits into a broad smile.

"Very much so. I need nothing of no one else."

YOONGI: He stands there menacingly. A (not so) tall shadow cast over your bed at the very break of the dawn.

"You slept well?" he asks. Menacingly. Cause that's what he was. Menacing. Even the package in his hands is...menacing. You scurry to press yourself against the headboard. There's a determined gleam in his eye, one that says he was up to something and will see the fruits of his labour even if it kills him.

"Umm it was okay. Why are you cosplaying as the boy from the Grudge?"

He whines and the sinister aura disappears. You had hoped to avoid him for some days. Despite your best intentions, the words that you were only charity to Yoongi repeated their heinous loop over and over in your head.

"It was meant to be cute," he pouts. "Like watching over you in a guardian sort of way."

"Ended up with Brahms," you mutter and then erupt in a fit of coughs, dryness in the throat making it hard to speak.

Yoongi's face sours in an instant.

"Did you fall mute again?"

You shrug. It's easy not to talk when you don't exist. He sighs but doesn't prod, knowing full well he can't force things to be alright.

"Would you be up for dinner? A fancy one?"

You incline your head to the package and he hands it over. Inside sits dinner wear made of the finest quality.

"Why?" you rasp. "You don't usually like dressing up."

He shrugs and something about it has your eyes narrowing.

"Just wanted to do something different," he replies a bit too offhand. "Are you up to it?"

"I-" another cough interrupts the sentence and Yoongi rushes to get a glass of water. "Thank you. Okay. We can go to dinner."

Another dinner, yey, you think to yourself dryly but he seems for some reason excited and it would be no good to be a curmudgeon to him as well.

"Thank you, Bacchus," he bids softly and leans to kiss the top of your head.

You snort at the nickname.

But the dinner extravaganza didn't simply end there. With every passing second, the mystery tightened like an Agatha Christie novel. Yoongi insisted on you taking the car he ordered, tinted windows to add, to an undisclosed restaurant and with the driver oathed to not speak a word of it. Your phone he asked to shut off as well. Not put it on mute but turn it off entirely. You partially wondered if he hit a psychotic break of sorts and/or has unfortunately turned into a murderer. Mulling over the heartbreak that would be if your honey boy would turn into a killer, you were stunned to see a familiar face when climbing out of the car. Your mother.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

She was dressed to the nines as well and seemed rather shocked to see you climbing out of the car. Around her neck sat a pearl necklace one you don't recall her having and she was nervously twiddling with it in front of the restaurant's host. A restaurant that you very purposefully avoided as one of its managers was none other than that annoying, grating, stick-so-far-up-her-ass-its-practically-impaling-her cousin of yours.

"I don't know," she replied, glancing around. "Your boyfriend asked me to be here."

Before you could answer anything, the host urged you to enter into a private area as was the case when you dined with someone who needed absolute security at all times. The group wasn't all that large, consisting of yourself, your mother, your aunt, the aunt who wasn't as cool as the first one her weird husband and their dog even, who was sporting a fancy bowtie for the occasion. By the table sat Yoongi and though many would say he appeared stoic you knew exactly what that sly, scheming son of a biscuit had done this evening. He raised to stand, politely bid welcome to all your relations who as always didn't know how to act so they settled on an ungainly silence, and then gave you flowers before kissing your cheek. By the bar, her eyes glinting like two wildfires, sat your cousin gurgling her own poison most likely.

"I'm so going to choke you for this," you discreetly whisper into his ear but he only smiles.

With alcohol loosening much of the knotted tongues, the dinner progressed smoothly. Yoongi occasionally coquettishly leaned in, so unlike him, and brushed his nose against your cheek. All, of course, a part of an elaborate apology.

"But you were afraid of my mother," you argue, walking hand in hand back home. Where your cousin went you did not know but it was unlikely she would be present at the next meeting.

"Still am," he chuckles but even then there is an undercurrent of fright running deep. "But after you hung up I called her and she relayed that you looked like a ghost for the rest of the evening. And I know I said this a thousand times but I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not always there for you, I'm sorry for being absent, I'm sorry if anyone ever made you feel like you're invisible," he sighed, stretching he tie looser from his neck and you adjusted his hair, mussed by a strong gust of wind.

"Still you don't need to do all that," softly you say. "It's enough for you to just show up sometimes and be awkward in the corner."

"I know," he kisses the top of your head pushing the doors open. "Just wanted to show that you're the only one I see."

JIN: In a fashion that probably millions of other people did before him he pretended everything was fine. That it was all fine. What was it? Fine. Normal. Nothing was happening. Everything's usual. The same old. And then he cried in the bathroom stall for ten minutes, before forcing it to all stop and pretending that it was all fine.

But as your things became scarcer and two lives that he meant to unite forever were separated, clinically and detached like a scalpel of a surgeon, the less he could pretend it was fine.

It wasn't fine. It was over.

Jin was never one for relationship theatrics to say that his life was over as well but now he realized that it was - the life he wanted at least and possibly could have had in the future - was dust.

But there is some truth to the idea that sometimes loving someone was leaving them, letting them go in a wind, like a migrating bird, away from the winter of discontent and into the summer of ease.

And you assure him it's nothing he had done. Perhaps that's the most infuriating part, it's nothing he'd done so he can't correct, he can't change the world for you even if he wants to oh so bad. But harder still is to watch, watch you be a hollow shell, driven to a point of insecurity so high you ill. No jokes of his, no smiles, no well-meaning words of his can change the sentiment.

"I can't do this anymore. I can't handle the world you live in."

Even if he wouldn't be an idol, it's a world Jin has always lived in. He knows how to not buckle underneath the waves of judgment cause he had swum in them since but a bare-bottomed infant.

"You can always crash here or call me if you need help," he offers, trying to sound as light as possible while helping you pack the last boxes. Such a strange thing to help the love of your life leave you but despite all Jin has always wanted to take care. So he takes care one last time.

"That's not how it works," you laugh. It's dry and humourless and he wonders how long will it take for you to move on. The love is not lost it just couldn't conquer all as lovely as that would be.

"Yeah, I guess so," he scuffs his slipper against the floor. The home is empty now. It feels physically wrong and Jin hopes to himself this would all be a bad dream. That this is the same night he got you from the police station and this was a concoction of the mind, wormed and plagued by guilt.

"Eat well, okay," he reminds. There's so much he wants to say but he lets himself choke on those words. Why? He doesn't quite know but the last thing he wants to do is make you feel any worse. That's not what a good partner does. Even if he's soon to not be one.

"I will," you promise. "Remember to stretch once in a while, you play too many video games, they can make your muscles tense."

He doesn't trust his voice so Jin nods. And just like that, it's over. A thirty-second walk to the elevator is all he gets instead of a whole life he'd been so certain of. But even now he thinks that better you be happy than miserable by his side. The elevator dings and he's buying seconds, he would put his entire fortune for just a minute.

"Where will you be travelling exactly?" he asks.

"I don't know. Somewhere warm, somewhere cold. Find myself again," you reply, pretending it's all fine as well. If you acknowledge the reality for just a second, you'll break and so you delude yourself. For just a bit.

Jin nearly says to send him a lot of videos but then bites on his tongue. The elevator opens and you climb in, a suitcase behind you, a carton box in the crook of your arm. Jin smiles.

"You know, life is strange. Should we suddenly cross paths five years later who knows how it'll turn out, right?"

It's, of course, a hopeful delusion, a length of rope many have tied around their necks with a smile on their face but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. If the movie has a hopeful ending, it's a love story, if not - it's a tragedy and Jin was never one for tragedies.

Be that as it may, you open your mouth to say something, anything, but the elevator closes and the rest is silence.

HOSEOK: He glowers. Hoseok is not known for glowering but he does so to his earnest. The foot tapping the floor nearly makes a dent in the material as he waits. Waits for you like a disappointed parent or a hunter lying in an ambush. Hoseok himself doesn't particularly care what he is as long as he gets what he wants which is you at home.

She's not cheating, she would never cheat, he tells himself but isn't that what all poor bastards of the world thought. The hallway is dark and you stumble freely, assuming he's not here and then nearly crack your skull open when seeing him stand stoic like a statue in the dark.

"Fucking hell!" you yell and he jumps, somehow startling himself by the loudness of your voice.

"Welcome back," he greets you cooly, turning on the lights. "Hoped I was out?"

You stand squirming in guilt and avoiding his gaze exactly like a cheater would but there's no cologne on your blouse or a hickey on the neck. The only thing you carried was a plastic bag with snacks. Cheap, cheap snacks.

He takes it away from your hands and peers inside. Ramen, cotton buds, chocolate chips, and seaweed for some reason.

"I don't understand," he breathes out. "You're...all this time...every time you're not home you're doing grocery shopping?"

You don't answer anything and his brows furrow in confusion.

"_____________, I don't understand. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing wrong per se," you brush off. "It's just I..."

"I?" he urges.

"It's where I feel like I belong."

For a while, he leans into the wall and then it clicks together.

The store was perhaps the most normal thing possible with people going about their day, hardly any limelight. Hardly any luxury.

"You're with me, I love you," he sighs. "My world is your world."

"Yeah," you brush off, clearly lying. "I know."

And perhaps it's the stress or perhaps the fierceness with which he's ready to tie himself to you, a move he never thought he could wholeheartedly make, he has none of it. Which brings him back to a party, one in his name once more just a tad more covert.

"I don't know about this," you stammer, trying to pull your hand away from his.

"Just trust me. Don't you trust me?"

"Not with that tone," you whine crossing the street. "Listen, I'm happy your album is a success, couldn't be prouder -"

Hoseok's ears flush to this day when hearing any praise from your mouth.

"Thank you."

"- but you can, you know, have fun and I'll chill out somewhere else."

He whips around.

"Is it something someone said?" he confronts and you awkwardly glance away.

"They don't need to say it, it's apparent. I'm sticking out like a sore thumb in these places."

"I don't care for them and neither should you! If these parties are about me, then you should always be a part of them. I invite all the guys, all the time -"

"Yeah, you all work in the same field," you roll your eyes and he lightly flicks your forehead.

"Dummy, they're my family, you're my family and my family is with me in celebrations."

You gaze at your intertwined hands.

"Obviously, I can't and shouldn't force you to be here but trust me and maybe I can make you feel a little bit better."

You draw a heavy sigh, bemoaning to yourself about the sacrifices of love and with gritted teeth step into the enemy territory. It's loud and bright with many strangers surrounding you like flies around honey. You notice Jin and Jungkook tucked away neatly in the corner and they offer knowing nods of the head. You frown at them and turn to the stage where there's a podium and a magnificent chair like a throne behind it. Hoseok sits you, confused, down in it, sort of in the background but always present like an overarching symbolic presence and if people look then even faster they swerve away in guilt. Hoseok's smile is bright and polite but there is no question about it that the line "let's be friendly" means no one so much as opens their mouth to toss a curt comment or swerve their eye your way in an inappropriate manner. In between Hoseok frequently checking back and Jin pulling you into a nameless 1v1 phone game, you forget of the crowd, their judgement and your need for their opinion. Whenever you glance up, Hoseok is there giving an encouraging smile and you realize the one opinion that matters the most will never waver from always being in your favour.

JIMIN: The money spilt all across the counter as Mari yelped, startled when the door was simply kicked open.

"I-I'm sorry but we're clo-"

"What is this?" Jimin's voice comes with a sharpness you'd never ever heard before. It makes you swallow nervously, eyes lingering on the paper slip clutched in his palm.

"I...I explained what it is," you squirm anxiously and Mari's head is a blur, switching to left and fro in between you both.

"We..we have to keep closing," she whimpers, shrivelled small by the register squeaking in a barely audible tone.

Jimin's eyes snap towards her and she immediately withers underneath his rage.

"Just go home," you order her, tired, and she doesn't have to be told twice. Only a second passes before she's scurrying to the door. Momentarily, you can see that she recognizes the masked stranger but that makes her eyes only hang lower as she desperately tries to not be remembered, probably counting the sum of his displeasure in her head. When the bell rings to announce her exit, the air presses down with tension.

You twist the towel in your hands, pulling a deep breath to speak a string of words that cut your heart open.

"Jimin, I want...I want to break up."

"No."

A pause.

"No?" stunned, you echo.

"I'm not breaking up with you."

He has pulled the mask off his face and his eyes are crazy. They're rimmed red. He's been crying.

"You can't just -" you begin to object but he quickly interrupts.

"Do you still love me?"

The question takes you by surprise but he's not content with silence.

"Do you still love me?" he reiterates with more strength and you nod, voice catching in the throat.

"I do, but -"

"When we got together I said it would be hard but we promised, you promised that we would work through our problems together."

"I'm sorry," you murmur.

"Not accepted," Jimin snaps and you flinch. "What was this - "I'm sure in time you'll find yourself a more appropriate partner with whom you'll feel happier." With all due respect, ______________, you do not get to dictate what or to whom I should feel something. I'm dating you because I want you, not a model, not an idol or whoever you think is "good" for me. I want you."

"But what if I begin to resent you?" glaring at your shoes you listlessly argue but Jimin's face doesn't differ from the hard scowl with which he barged here into.

"I'm not going to part with the love of my life on a what if," he sneered throwing your breakup letter decidedly into the trash.

"But I'll just be a burden-!"

"Oh for the love of!" he throws his hands into the air. "You're not a burden for asking my help. I want to do it, you understand? Me! I want to help you, I want to provide for you, that's what I want not what you force me to do," completely worked himself into a heated tirade, he barely took a breath before pelting the words one after another like hail upon your shoulders.

"We're going to go home, talk about our problems and then live happily ever after, god fucking damnit!"

You stand mutely, hunched in yourself quite like a berated kid. Exhaling slowly through the nose, Jimin's rage seems to abate, if a little bit, and for a lingering pause, there's only the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock filling the air.

"I still need to close," you shuffle, sensing the familiar sting in the eyes.

"Fill out the documents," he replies stiffly but at least not sneering anymore. "I'll do the rest. You must be tired."

You comply without a question sitting down to fill out the proper numbers. Jimin's ensnared with dusting the countertops, mopping the floor, and gathering the trash. An unsightly, lowly work that a national star like him shouldn't be doing but he does. He does it all.

TAEHYUNG: He keeps thinking that it can't simply end like that - on a slammed door in the silence. But it does. It's inevitable like seeing your favourite movie with a sad ending over and over again, always hoping that the familiar reel will somehow change, that the world will be a better place than it is but the movie is set and the ending is set and everything is set in stone. Taehyung's role is set to play the irredeemable villain and be ruined by his own actions.

"This..you know...big city...but lovers find their way," he slurs in a bar with only Jimin to keep tabs on him. He's angry, untalkative and quite upset as Taehyung lost the love of his life and he lost a good friend all in one fell swoop. It's only because of Jimin's curt text of "way to miss your girlfriend's birthday, prick" that he came to his senses. He'd rushed home all at once though it did no good. The apartment was empty, the neighbours vouched for you moving out and in the trash, he found a single, crumpled note. It began and ended with only one word - V. Not Taehyung the one he's always been to you but V. There was nothing after it but he kept it still.

"Lovers...they find each other in every life right?" he asks but Jimin remains obstinately quiet yet when comes the time to weep he reaches out to pat his friend's back.

"It's just a scarf!" he yells into the stylist's face. "It's just a scarf! What's the big deal? It fits the theme, right? Just let me keep it!"

Namjoon having rushed to the room inspects this strange friend of his, backed into the corner with an expression so vicious he fails to recognize him. He doesn't know what happened but he knows the way Taehyung hugs the scarf to his chest, to protect, to cradle it like a kindling flame. He knows grief when he sees one.

"Just leave him alone," he orders the stylist and Taehyung is let on the stage with a scarf on his neck, one he doesn't stop touching throughout the entirety of the event. It was the only thing left besides the note, otherwise, you'd been very thorough, combing your life free of him in all conceivable ways. World as always goes on and Taehyung hates it for it doing so. Rather it'd stop, rather it stand completely still so he can mould himself into time itself and stop existing. He sees fractures of you in scenarios of happy strangers, of hands intertwined and smiles shared, a life lived together as he always wanted to. He intended to with such certainty it's like the very basis underneath his feet is crushed. He never assumed it'd go so wrong.

Largely he keeps this obsession to himself, of fear of being judged, of being called crazy, only Jimin knows and in his neverending love for his friend, he tolerates it. Partially in the happier moments, Taehyung tries to romanticize the situation. In any good love story, one person meets another and they are split apart by circumstance only to end up together. Forgiveness always wins and love prevails. That's what he was told since being a baby. This was...this was his term of punishment, a way to apologize for his actions but nothing of the sort is of course real. The reality which Taehyung was never too fond of was much more sterner and cutthroat. You didn't love him anymore = you left. The End.

The End.

He lives in dreams and he lives in love that now is just an echo.

But the wronger still comes the day when your scarf splits at the seams. It can't be fixed, it can't be brought back, it's just ruined and gone and it sits in Taehyung's hands - useless. Still, he shoves the threads in his pocket, fully aware that there was a line, a fine line to be drawn but he can't bring himself to draw it. If he stops hoping, just for a second, his movie will end like it was always meant to be.

JUNGKOOK: "Please come home."

"No."

The begging had been going on for almost half an hour. Both attempts were fruitless, his - to get you back, yours - to get him to leave.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't accidentally step on my foot! You told me my entire life is useless. That I'm wrong for being not like you."

He licks his dry lips and runs a hand through the messed-up hair. Unwillingly, you notice that his knuckles were faintly bleeding. The temperature had dropped suddenly overnight. He must have forgotten to lotion them. Not that it mattered now. Though he had quite a lot to argue about that.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what I said. I was stupid, petulant and..." he sighs, staring at the floor. "Jealous."

"Over what?" you tilt an eyebrow.

"Yoongi. You get along with Yoongi. He gets you and I was scared so I lashed out."

"It's not an excuse," listlessly, you frown at his figure lodged halfway into your friend's apartment. A safe haven, he somehow managed to find out about. One couldn't argue with how driven Jungkook was. A quality you did not appreciate much right now.

"What do you want here? That I'll spring back into your arms, magically find some sort of passion and suck you off in gratitude?!"

"No!" he objects. "No! It's not like that!"

"Then explain! Explain for us lowly, dispassionate losers what is this all about?!"

He begins to twiddle with his thumbs, tongue playing with the back of his lip ring. It wasn't often that a 1.79m, tattoed muscle mass known as Jeon Jungkook could possibly appear small but he appeared as such in this very moment.

"I just want you back. Want to eat my words," when you open your mouth to tear him a new one, he hurries faster. "But I know I can't. So I am asking, I'm begging to give me a chance. Not forgiveness, just a chance to start over. As...friends...if you'd like. I'll get to know you anew, open mind this time. Be as you are. That's all I'm asking."

"Friends?" you parrot, part scornful, part impressed. He used to drone on and on about how he always wanted to be more than friends, how that name was like a lightless void to him, an unshakeable role in the distance he was desperate to breach so to hear him offer that very role so eagerly was if anything a symbol of truly wanting to listen. If he could be trusted.

You assess him sternly, tucking away the feeling of a girlfriend far way.

"If we do it, if!" you emphasize yet his eyes gain a hopeful tint. Retribution. "I want to be able to cut ties without you throwing a fit, tracking me down and doing this because this," you wave over his crouched figure. "Is not cute. It's annoying. One strike and you're out! And we start as friends!"

He's not deterred in the slightest on the opposite his face is glowing.

"I'll get to know you as I should have," he promises. "No judgement."

You let out a prolonged, irritated sigh.

"I hate you."

"I don't," he replies, nose scrunched in happiness. "Not in the slightest."

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Gym Training

Paring: Sunoo x Reader

Style: SMUT, Fluff, romance, comedy

Word count: 3218

Summery: Sunoo hates the gym, that is until Jungwon and Jay drag him to one with a high rating. Thats when he meets their trainer, Y/N and gym becomes a lot more interesting

Sunoo had always steered clear of gyms, preferring virtually any other activity over lifting weights or running on a treadmill. That was, until his friends Jungwon and Jay practically hauled him to the local gym, which boasted a five-star rating and top-notch trainers.

"Come on, Sunoo, it's not going to be that bad," Jungwon tried to reassure him as they entered a more secluded gym area, designed for those who preferred privacy.

"I'm telling you, I'm going to be sore for days after this," Sunoo grumbled, not quite convinced. He couldn't fathom finding the silver lining in what he anticipated to be a grueling experience.

Jay chuckled, clapping Sunoo on the back. "You'll thank us later. Who knows? You might even like it."

Their banter was interrupted as the door swung open, and in walked their trainer. She was the embodiment of vitality, her presence almost as striking as her attire. Dressed in a vibrant, form-fitting outfit that mirrored her bubbly personality, she caught everyone's attention, especially Sunoo's.

"Hi, everyone! I'm excited to get started today," she greeted them with a bright smile, her energy infectious.

Sunoo, who had just taken a sip of water, choked in surprise at her sudden appearance. The water went down the wrong pipe, and he coughed violently, trying to regain his composure.

Jay and Jungwon couldn't contain their amusement, exchanging looks and silently laughing at their friend's predicament.

"Looks like someone's already out of breath, and we haven't even started yet," the trainer joked, her eyes twinkling with humor as she glanced at Sunoo.

Sunoo, finally catching his breath, managed a sheepish smile. "I guess I'm just excited to begin," he lied, not quite ready to admit his earlier apprehension.

"Well, that's the spirit! Let's get warmed up, and I promise you'll all have fun," she said, clapping her hands together enthusiastically.

The training session with Y/N was unlike any other Sunoo had experienced. Her boundless energy and enthusiasm transformed what he expected to be a grueling workout into something unexpectedly enjoyable. Her vibrant presence, however, was not without its distractions.

"Man, did you see that move?" Jay whispered to Jungwon, barely able to keep his eyes off Y/N as she demonstrated a particularly challenging exercise.

Jungwon, equally enamored, nodded, his cheeks tinted with a blush. "Yeah, she makes it look so easy," he replied, his admiration clear whenever Y/N approached to offer guidance.

Sunoo, trying to focus on his form, found himself similarly captivated. Every time Y/N came over to adjust his posture or encourage him, his heart skipped a beat. Their eyes met on several occasions, and he felt his balance waver, especially when she was close enough for him to notice the subtle scent of her perfume.

"Careful there, you're doing great, but let's keep that balance," Y/N teased gently, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder. Her touch sent a jolt through him, making it hard to concentrate.

By the end of the session, the trio was exhausted but buzzing with energy. Y/N's vibrant teaching style had left them all eager for more. "You guys did amazing today! I can't wait to see you all again for the next session," she said, her smile as bright as her personality.

As they left, even Sunoo had to admit he was looking forward to coming back. "I don't know if it's the workout, or just her, but I'm actually excited for the next session," he confessed, a mix of surprise and anticipation in his voice.

Jay and Jungwon exchanged knowing looks, their earlier observations confirmed. "It's definitely all three," Jay said with a laugh, referring to the adrenaline, Y/N's attractiveness, and the fun of the session itself.

"Yeah, she's got a way of making you look forward to pain," Jungwon agreed, chuckling.

Sunoo couldn't help but agree. The blend of Y/N's charisma, the physical challenge, and the undeniable attraction they all felt had created a memorable experience. The rapid approach of their next training session filled the air with anticipation, especially with Sunghoon and Jake joining the usual trio of Jay, Jungwon, and Sunoo this time. The latter's heart raced at the thought of seeing Y/N again, their dynamic and captivating trainer whose sessions had become the highlight of their weeks.

"Are you guys sure about this?" Sunghoon asked as they made their way to the gym, skepticism laced with curiosity in his voice.

"Oh, just wait and see," Jay responded with a knowing smile, his excitement palpable.

"Yeah, she's not your ordinary trainer," Jungwon added, his thoughts already on the upcoming session.

Jake, equally curious and somewhat amused by their enthusiasm, simply nodded, "Guess we're about to find out."

The moment Y/N entered the room, her presence immediately captivated everyone, especially Sunghoon and Jake, who had yet to experience her unique style. Her outfit, bold and eye-catching, left little to the imagination and set the tone for what was to come.

"Good morning, everyone! Ready to dance your way through the warm-up?" Y/N greeted them with her signature blend of warmth and energy, her smile infectious.

The warm-up indeed felt more like a dance party, with Y/N leading them through movements that were both fun and challenging. The boys couldn't help but be mesmerized, especially during the squats and stretches that showcased her athleticism and grace.

As the session progressed into more intense workouts, the boys began to sweat profusely, their hoodies discarded in a matter of minutes. Yet, the effort felt worthwhile, driven by Y/N's encouragement and the sheer joy of being trained by her.

During the sit-up exercise, Sunoo found himself struggling to maintain the correct posture. Y/N, ever attentive, moved over to assist him, her proximity sending his heart into overdrive.

"Let me help you with that," Y/N said gently, kneeling beside Sunoo to adjust his form. She then positioned herself in front of him, offering encouragement with each sit-up.

Suddenly, Y/N instructed Sunoo to hold his position midway. "Hold it right there," she said, a playful challenge in her voice. Sunoo's muscles tensed under her gaze, the effort drawing a mix of admiration and laughter from his friends.

Sunoo's face flushed with embarrassment and exertion, especially with Y/N so close, her attention focused on helping him improve.

"What's so funny?" Y/N teased, looking up at the other boys, oblivious to the reason behind their laughter.

She then proceeded to give each of them the same meticulous attention, ensuring everyone benefited from her guidance.

After the session, the boys headed to the showers, their muscles sore but spirits high. The hot water was a welcome relief, soothing their tired bodies. As they changed back into their normal clothes, they couldn't help but tease Sunoo about his earlier blushes and stutters.

"Come on, you were all just as smitten," Sunoo retorted, his embarrassment turning into playful defensiveness.

"That may be true, but you've got it bad," Jay teased, chuckling along with Jungwon.

As they exited the locker room, they noticed Y/N talking to the front desk staff, now dressed in her casual clothes. Seizing the opportunity, Jay, Jungwon, and the others exchanged knowing looks, nudging Sunoo toward her.

"Go on, talk to her," Jungwon urged softly, pushing Sunoo slightly forward.

"Yeah, maybe you can thank her for the...personal training," Jake added with a wink, causing Sunoo to shoot him a glare before taking a hesitant step towards Y/N.

Gathering his courage, Sunoo approached Y/N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, Y/N," he started, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "Today's session was really something. Thanks for...you know, helping me out."

Y/N turned to him with a smile, her eyes lighting up. "Of course, Sunoo! I'm here to help. I'm glad you enjoyed the session. You all did great today."

The conversation flowed more easily than Sunoo had anticipated, the initial awkwardness melting away as they talked about the workout and plans for the next session. His friends watched from a distance, their teasing smiles turning into ones of approval as they saw Sunoo and Y/N engaging in a genuine conversation.

As they eventually said their goodbyes, promising to return for the next session, the boys couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and achievement. Not only had they survived another one of Y/N's intense workouts, but they had also taken a step forward in their personal journeys, spurred on by her encouragement and the support of one another.

Walking out of the gym, the group shared laughs and reflections on the day's session, their bonds strengthened not just by the shared physical challenge, but by the moments of vulnerability and encouragement that came with it. As the weeks passed, the gym had transformed from a place of mere physical exertion to a source of genuine enjoyment, particularly for Sunoo. His enthusiasm was palpable, especially on the day he found out he would be attending the session alone. Jungwon and Jay, who had become his constants in these gym adventures, were unable to join him.

"Looks like you'll be solo today, Sunoo. Think you can handle Y/N all by yourself?" Jungwon asked, a mischievous glint in his eye, as they gathered in their usual spot.

Jay, not missing a beat, added with a grin, "Yeah, man. Good luck. You're gonna need it without us there as your buffer."

Jake and Sunghoon joined in the laughter, the friendly banter echoing around them. The other members, still somewhat bewildered by the trio's newfound gym enthusiasm, could only look on in confusion.

Undeterred by their teasing, Sunoo retorted with a nervous chuckle, "I'll be fine, guys. Who knows? It might even be better without you two there to distract me." With a playful roll of his eyes, he grabbed his bag and headed out, the echoes of his friends' laughter following him.

The gym session with just Y/N was a revelation. The absence of his friends allowed for an uninterrupted flow of energy and focus between trainer and trainee. Y/N's vibrant personality and tailored guidance made the session not only productive but also deeply engaging.

As they neared the end of the session, an air of anticipation hung between them. Sunoo, buoyed by the day's successes and the intimate atmosphere, found himself drawn to Y/N as never before. The room seemed to shrink, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

Taking a deep breath, Sunoo approached Y/N, who was standing by a table, her usual bright energy surrounding her.

"Y/N," he started, his voice barely above a whisper, "I...I've been wanting to do this." Without waiting for a response, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a tentative kiss.

To his surprise and delight, Y/N responded immediately, her lips moving against his in perfect harmony. A soft hum escaped her as she found herself backed against the table, the intensity of the moment escalating with each passing second.

Sunoo, emboldened by her response, lifted her slightly so she was seated on the edge of the desk. Standing between her legs, he deepened the kiss, his hands finding her waist, pulling her closer. The heat between them rose palpably, a shiver running down both their spines as they lost themselves in the moment.

The gym, once a place of routine exercise, had now become the backdrop for something far more significant between them. Sunoo's breath was a low moan, a whisper of movement as he drew closer, the space between them charged with an unspoken promise. Y/N's response was a murmur, his name a sigh against the warmth of his lips.

"Sunoo," she whispered, a hint of anticipation threading her voice.

His hands, once resting lightly on her waist, found a new purpose as they gently urged her closer, a soft tug at her joggers. His lips, seeking the delicate skin of her neck, drew a quiet moan from her, her voice lilting into the air, "Sunoo, again..."

As he pulled her closer, the room seemed to shrink, filled only with their hurried breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric. "Are we really doing this?" she asked, a whisper lost in the space between them.

"With every part of me," he replied, his voice low, a mirror to his movements—fast, desperate, yet somehow tender.

Their attempts at silence became shared laughter and moans, a moment of levity in the intensity. "I didn't know you could move like this," she teased, clinging to his shoulders, seeking stability in the storm.

He cursed softly, a sound of frustration or perhaps admiration, his gaze lifting to meet hers. "I've wanted this...wanted you," he confessed, the words heavy with a truth long unspoken.

The shift was subtle, the table beneath her offering a new perspective, a new angle to their exploration. "You've been driving me insane these past months," he murmured, a playful edge to his voice as he sought to draw a smile from her, a light smack a punctuation to his playful tease.

Time seemed irrelevant, the world beyond their cocooned space fading to a distant hum until, together, they reached a climax, a shared silence enveloping them, filled only with the sound of their breath.

As Sunoo parted, slightly, the air between them was a mix of satisfaction and silent questions. Sunoo looked down, his gaze dark but soft, a smile teasing at the edges of his lips.

"Next time, let's skip the gym," he suggested, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Y/N sat up, her laughter mingling with his, her body a testament to their connection. "I like the way you think, Sunoo," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor of emotions.

Together, they found equilibrium, their movements synchronized as they adjusted to the world beyond their shared moment.

"Same time next week?" she joked, her smile bright, her heart light.

"Only if you promise to challenge me again," he replied, his laughter a promise of more to come.

Their conversation flowed like a melodious tune, a perfect blend of playful banter and moments so tender they seemed to suspend time itself. It was more than just talk; it was a connection being woven back into the realm of reality, a testament to something that transcended the mere physical.

As they tidied themselves up, their eyes locked in a silent conversation, an unspoken consensus that this was merely the prologue to their story.

"Whoa, steady there," Sunoo teased, offering a hand to y/n, who was still finding her balance, her legs betraying the intensity of their recent closeness. Supporting her, he couldn't help but quip, "Looks like I've completely swept you off your feet, huh?"

Y/n chuckled, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Or maybe you're just that good," she retorted, her voice laced with mirth and a hint of flirtation.

Their laughter filled the room, a sweet symphony that spoke volumes of their budding connection. Sunoo leaned in, his lips meeting y/n's in a kiss that was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the passion that had consumed them moments before. "We should probably head out," he murmured, reluctance tingeing his voice.

Y/n nodded, her heart fluttering. "Yeah, but first, let's exchange numbers. I need more of... this," she said, gesturing between them, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Their numbers exchanged, they parted ways to freshen up, each step away from each other charged with the silent promise of what was yet to come.

The moment Sunoo stepped into the ENHYPEN apartment, he was engulfed by the vibrant energy of his bandmates. Jungwon and Jay were quick to tease him about his absence from the training session they had missed.

"Did you miss us, Sunoo? Feel lost without your two shadows?" Jungwon asked, a playful smirk on his face.

"Yeah, it must have been so quiet without us there to cheer you on," Jay added, ruffling Sunoo's hair.

Sunoo rolled his eyes, trying to play off the monumental shift that had occurred at the gym. "Oh, absolutely. It was just dreadful without you guys," he deadpanned, hoping his sarcasm would mask his inner turmoil.

But his attempt at nonchalance fell flat, especially when Jake caught the unmistakable glow of a man who had experienced something profound. "No way," Jake gasped, an expression of mock horror and genuine envy spreading across his face. "You and y/n? At the gym? Man, you're living the dream!"

The revelation hit the others like a thunderbolt, their jaws dropping in unison.

Heeseung couldn't resist adding his own touch of humor to the situation. "Ah, nothing says romance quite like the smell of gym sweat," he joked, eliciting a round of laughter from the group.

"But seriously, thank goodness no one walked in. That would've been a story to explain," Sunghoon commented, the relief in his voice not entirely jesting.

"Yeah, imagine trying to explain that during an interview," Ni-ki chimed in, his eyes wide with the scandalous possibilities.

The room erupted into laughter, the atmosphere light and teasing, yet underneath it all, there was a genuine happiness for Sunoo. They saw the change in him, the lightness in his steps, the spark in his eyes whenever y/n's name was mentioned.

As the laughter died down, Sunoo found himself sharing details of his and y/n's encounter, the warmth of his feelings for her evident in his every word. "It was unexpected but incredible," he confessed, a softness in his voice that his friends had rarely heard.

The teasing continued, but it was clear that Sunoo's heart was no longer just his own. As the night drew on, the conversation shifted away from the gym and towards dreams and aspirations, but Sunoo's thoughts remained firmly with y/n.

He kept glancing at his phone, hoping for a message, any sign that she was thinking of him as much as he was of her. And like a wish granted, his phone buzzed with a message from y/n: "Today was amazing. Can't wait to see you again :)"

Sunoo's heart soared, and a wide smile broke across his face, one that he couldn't contain even if he tried. Catching the smile, Heeseung nudged him gently, "Looks like this is just the beginning, huh?"

"Yeah," Sunoo replied, his smile deepening. "It really is just the beginning."

As the night wore on and the members one by one retired to their rooms, Sunoo lay awake, his mind replaying every moment spent with y/n. There was a feeling of anticipation, of excitement for what the future held, that kept sleep at bay.

In the quiet of the night, he realized that what had started as a chance encounter at the gym was blossoming into something much more significant. It was the beginning of a journey neither of them had anticipated but both were eager to embark on.

And as he finally drifted off to sleep, it was with a heart full of hope, dreams of the future, and the comforting thought that with y/n, he was just getting started.

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Chapter 15: Find the Truth

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“We saw him at the station,” Welt says.

“Well, damn,” you mutter. “He sure got here quick.”

As Welt and Blade take off their shoes and walk into the living room, Blade says, “I can’t think of any reason why he’d be here. Something’s up.”

“Well, you’re not too far off.”

As if sensing the heavy atmosphere, Yanqing says, “Um… Should I go upstairs?”

“It’ll just be a quick talk,” Jing Yuan says.

You pat Yanqing’s head. “We’ll come get you when we’re done.”

“Okay…”

As Yanqing heads upstairs, Welt and Blade sit on one couch while you and Jing Yuan take the adjacent one.

“It hasn't even been three days since I got in touch with him," Jing Yuan says.

Surprised, Blade asks, “Why would you do that?”

So that’s when you and Jing Yuan tell them what’s been going on.

“I just talked to her today, and I agreed to help her,” you say, referring to the conversation with Jing Yuan’s ex.

Welt leans forward and puts his elbows on his legs, his hands coming together as he looks at you with intrigue. “Could you tell us more about what she told you? Was she involved in what happened to Caelus?”

You glance at Jing Yuan who puts his hand on top of yours.

“We aren’t going to force you,” Blade says, voicing what’s on everyone’s mind. “But it might help in providing answers to why he’s suddenly here.”

“...He probably wants to keep her quiet," you say.

Then, you tell them everything.

The silence is almost deafening. Welt is looking at a spot on the table. Blade looks deep in thought. As for Jing Yuan, you have no idea what he's thinking. Like everyone else, he isn't looking at you. But he still has the same serious expression as always when the conversation turns to something about Caelus.

Blade looks up. “Jing Yuan…”

Jing Yuan softly sighs. "That answers a lot of questions I've been wondering about for years."

“Wasn’t Caelus told that his mother passed away soon after they were born?” Welt asks. “At least, that’s what he told me.”

Blade nods. “Yeah” — he looks at Jing Yuan — ”that’s what he told us, too.”

“I hate to say it, but…” Everyone looks at you. “...how can we prove Caelus had a difficult time coming to terms with all this negative information and potential publicity? His uncle had bad intentions, but all we have are vague details about what he said to someone who probably doesn’t remember everything.”

“That’s true,” Welt says. “Also, is it worth travelling here just to keep someone quiet for something that can’t be proven?”

“Unless it can.”

Blade turns to Jing Yuan. “You’re not thinking of grilling your ex on this, are you?”

“That’s one way. Another way is to lure him out.”

“Lure him…” Welt says as if thinking out loud.

“...out?” you ask. Then, your eyes slightly widen. “Wait a minute.”

Blade turns to you. “What is it?”

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking…”

Jing Yuan smiles at you. “Great minds think alike.”

◆◆◆

Jing Yuan’s ex is about to head out for dinner with her fiancé when she gets a call from you.

“Wait,” she says, and then her fiancé turns to look at her. He’s about to open the door but puts a hand back inside his pocket as she answers her phone. “...Hello?” She walks over and sits on one of the couches. Upon seeing her serious expression, he walks over and sits next to her. “...Okay, I’m listening.”

He has a good idea of who it is, and he doesn’t know what to think about it. When she told him about the conversation with you at the café, he became sure of one thing: You wouldn’t rat her out. And that, for now, is good enough for him.

He still remembers the day he discovered her therapy sessions. They’d been together for almost six months when he discovered her secret therapy sessions. It was by accident he saw the name of a local hospital on her phone, and he'd gently asked, hoping that it wasn't something serious.

“You got a call from the hospital today,” he said. “Did something happen?”

"How do you know about that?”

He looked up from the plates of food on the table. “They called your phone. I happened to see it.”

“Ah… Everything’s fine. I just went in for a check-up.”

“May I ask for what?” He almost dropped his food on the plate. “Are you pregnant?”

“No! No, I’m not.” She sighed, looking away. “I’m… seeing a therapist.”

“A therapist? What for? For how long?” He put his chopsticks down. “Is it because of the divorce?”

“No… It’s…” She looked at him. “...I’m just not ready to talk about it yet.”

However, since that conversation, he noticed changes in her behaviour. She was defensive, and she’d come home with more and more over-the-counter pills. It wasn’t until much later she came clean to him about everything: what she did to Caelus, what happened to Caelus, keeping it from Jing Yuan, and the guilt that had plagued her since then.

“I don’t have feelings for him,” she said that night. “Even if I didn’t do what I did, our relationship would have fallen apart anyway. It’s just… Caelus was his friend, and..." She sighed in frustration. "I know I can't turn back time. I just... I just never want to talk about this again."

“Shh…” He put a hand on her cheek. “You’re not a bad person.”

And that was when she broke down.

“...But, you need to learn to forgive yourself.”

He has doubts about whether his words reached her that day. It takes time, patience, and acceptance. But since that conversation, he's seen avoidance and silence. As she ends the call, he wonders if this is the opportunity he's been waiting for her to finally move on.

“Who was that?” he asks, even though he has a good idea.

She says your name.

“What did she want?”

“He’s here… apparently.”

He knows exactly who she’s talking about. “She called you just to tell you that?”

“No… She came to me with a plan.”

“A plan? And what would that be?”

“They want to prove his uncle was blackmailing him.”

“And how are they going to do that?” He skeptically looks at her. “All of that happened behind the scenes. I doubt he still has any information about Caelus.”

“...But who’s to say he didn’t do this to someone else?”

“This is getting way out of hand. They’re grasping at straws here. Where is this person?”

She quietly sighs and says, “As far as we know, they don’t exist… yet.”

◆◆◆

“I don’t doubt he’ll try to contact one of us,” Jing Yuan says. “And when he does… Well, old habits die hard.”

Welt agrees. “There’s only three people he’ll go to. But the least likely person he’ll threaten…” He looks at you.

“He’ll probably gauge and see what kind of person you are,” Blade says.

“Whatever he’s planning… I’ll be one step ahead.”

You hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Yanqing appears in the living room, holding his drawing tablet against his chest. “Are you still talking?” he asks.

“What do you have there, Yanqing?” Welt asks.

He walks up and puts his drawing tablet on the glass table. Then, he switches it on and a colorful cityscape appears. Inside the sun reads: Happy Birthday!

“I finished Clara’s birthday card,” Yanqing says proudly.

“Wow.” Welt and Blade lean closer to get a better look. Then, Blade ruffles Yanqing’s hair. “You've really improved.”

Yanqing looks at you and Jing Yuan. “What do you think?”

“It looks great,” Jing Yuan says, ruffling his son's hair. “She’s going to love it.”

“Now, I’m jealous,” you joke. “I want one, too.”

“I can make you one! A family portrait with all of us!

As it’s getting late, you and Jing Yuan invite Welt and Blade to stay for dinner. So, while the two men keep Yanqing company in the living room, you and Jing Yuan make dinner in the kitchen.

“...Do you know what he might threaten you with?” you ask after a moment of silence. Jing Yuan, who’s chopping the vegetables, stops and looks at you. "Sorry. I can't stop thinking about it.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he brought up the marriage, but I can only imagine the sorts of things he’ll come up with."

You can understand his line of thinking. What better way to smear someone than a failed marriage? If his ex is in on it too, it'd be much worse.

“...Whether he does or not, it wouldn’t matter,” Jing Yuan says. “Whatever story he comes up with, it wouldn’t be true. I’ll sue him.”

After you and Jing Yuan put the vegetables into the broth, he takes your hand and spins you around to face him.

“When this is all over, we should go on a vacation,” he says.

You chuckle. “Are you adapting March’s mentality of a vacation from a vacation?”

"This is far from a vacation." He leans closer. “My vacation would be alone time with you. Actual alone time.”

“We’re having alone time right now,” you say, your face getting slightly warm.

“Are we?”

You dare to lean closer. “What’s your definition of alone time then, General?”

“Wine… My homemade food… Cuddles on the couch…”

“That’s it?” you joke. You put a hand around his neck. “What about a nice, hot bubble bath?”

“Define hot.” Then, you hear a phone ringing on the counter in the living room. Jing Yuan, who recognizes it as yours, asks, “...Are you getting that?”

“Probably should.”

Jing Yuan leans upright. But before you can walk out of the kitchen, he laces his fingers with yours. “No phones allowed while we’re on vacation.”

“Gosh, now it sounds like you're going to kidnap me."

“I guess you’re right. I won’t let you go.”

You shake your head with a little smile. Then, you walk into the living room where you see Blade, Welt, and Yanqing in the small backyard outside. You pick up your phone off the counter. With a glance at the name, you know you have to answer it.

“Did you miss me?”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

“Well, by the time we’re done talking, you’ll going to want to give me a little raise.”

Jing Yuan puts on oven mitts as he glances at you from the kitchen. Then, he opens the oven.

“...He was under investigation?” you ask.

Once Jing Yuan puts the tray with parmesan cheese chicken on the trivet, he sees you lean against the counter.

“He was probably already a seasoned veteran by the time he started working his dirty tactics on Caelus," Herta says. "My friend was the one who worked on the story, but there wasn't enough evidence to charge him with anything. She had to change the narrative in the end. Anyway, she's interested in hearing what you have to say about what happened to Caelus."

Jing Yuan can see the gears turning in your head.

"He's in Xianzhou right now, apparently," you say.

“I don’t know if this is true… but word has it that he’s looking to acquire a gym or a dojo… or something along those lines.”

“...You don’t say.”

“Apparently, he sent some people, but they couldn’t get the job done. So, uh, the big ‘ol boss is making an appearance.”

You look at Jing Yuan. “Well, now I know why he’s here…”

“Careful out there. This guy screams suspicious.” The back door opens, and Yanqing, Welt, and Blade walk in while talking amongst themselves. Then, Herta says, “Wait… That sounds like Blade.”

“Oh, yeah. We’re at Jing Yuan’s house.”

“Mr. Rom-Com Guy?”

“How many nicknames do you have up your sleeve?”

“I mean… I can always create more.”

You glance at Blade. “Do you want to say hi?”

“Wait. Does he know what’s going on? Y’know with Operation… Find the Truth.”

“Operation… What?”

“Codenames make things so much more interesting, don't you think? It's also much more convenient than saying something like… The guy who possibly pressured his nephew to suicide and might have done the same thing to someone else.”

“Has a nice ring to it.”

"Right? Anyway, let me say hi to Blade."

You pass your phone to him just as Yanqing heads to the washroom to wash his hands.

“Who’s that?” Welt asks.

Jing Yuan turns off the stove and walks over as you say, “Herta. She’s a friend of mine and Blade’s colleague back in the city.”

“Blade’s colleague?” Welt asks, slightly surprised. Then, jokingly, “Hard to believe there’s a colleague who likes him.”

“I heard that,” Blade says flatly.

“But, it’s true!”

“Guess she heard it, too.”

“Oh, that voice… Is that Jing Yuan?”

“Welt is here, too,” Blade says. “Would you like to say hi?”

“It’s like a party over there, and I’m not invited.”

“We’ll invite you next time.”

Welt turns to Blade. “Do my ears deceive me? Did Blade just ask out a girl?”

“You’re pushing it, Welt.”

Just then, Yanqing enters the living room and asks, “Who are you talking to?”

“It’s your mom’s friend,” Jing Yuan says.

"Ooh, I want to meet Mom's friend! Can I say hi?"

Blade looks at you and Jing Yuan. Neither of you has a problem with it, so Blade says, "There's someone who wants to meet you." Then, he hands the phone to Yanqing.

“U-Um… Hello!" Yanqing's holding your phone with both hands to his ear. "My name is Yanqing! I heard you’re friends with my mom.”

“Your… Oh!” Herta chuckles. “It’s nice to meet you, Yanqing. Yes, your mom is my best friend. We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Really? Does this mean I get to meet you one day?”

Welt chuckles softly. “Why do I get the feeling that Yanqing will be good with girls when he gets older?”

“It’s the innocence,” Blade says.

Yanqing nods once. “...Okay! Thanks, Auntie Herta!”

“Wow. He’s already calling her Auntie. Quite the development.”

Jing Yuan turns to Welt. “It took him a few days before he called you Uncle.”

“Ah, yes. The skepticism was real back then.”

“Why would he be skeptical of you?” you ask.

“He was quite shy back then,” Welt says.

Jing Yuan nods. “It took him a while to be more outgoing.”

“Yes, something that his father still needs to accomplish.”

Jing Yuan shoots Blade a deadpan look, and Blade subtly smiles in response.

“Which one?” Jing Yuan asks casually.

You and Welt chuckle when Yanqing gives back your phone. "Auntie Herta says she needs to talk to you."

Jing Yuan asks for Yanqing's help in the kitchen just as you put your phone back to your ear. "I'll keep you updated on what's happening here," you say.

"I gave my friend your number, so she should get in touch with you soon," she says while Blade and Welt are helping set the table. "And geez, when this is all over, all of us need to have a get-together. I need to meet my nephew!”

"We will, we will."

The table has already been set as soon as you end the call. Yanqing climbs into his seat and says, “Let’s eat!”

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The last person Jingliu’s father is expecting to show up at his door is Dan Heng. The athlete is dressed in a black and white shirt with a teal jacket, and his fitted grey pants and black shoes are something that Jingliu’s father is not used to seeing. Dan Heng's usually in his sportswear. At least, that's what Jingliu's father has always seen him in, not something casual like this. Also, since when does Dan Heng wear glasses?

Was he the "friend" Jingliu was talking about?

“I… wasn’t expecting you, Dan Heng,” Jingliu’s father says.

“Ah, well… I’m—”

“We’re going out.”

Jingliu's father turns around and sees his daughter wearing an unzipped dark blue jacket with a white turtleneck tank top inside. Around her shoulder is a small bag. Her black skirt and belt are something he hasn't seen her wear in a while.

“O-Out?” He looks from his daughter to Dan Heng. “Is this a date?”

“I told you I'm having dinner with a friend tonight,” Jingliu says, putting on her white shoes.

"...I'll take care of her."

Jingliu’s father still can’t find the words when his daughter says, “I’ll be back soon.”

Then, she’s out the door, leaving her flabbergasted parent behind.

“You didn’t tell your dad we were going out?” Dan Heng asks, walking next to her.

"I told him I was having dinner with a friend," Jingliu says. "He didn't ask who. Anyway, I'll deal with it when I get home." She hears a soft chuckle, so she turns to him. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, I see how it is. Already keeping things to yourself, are you?”

“When was the last time you’ve been on a date?”

Jingliu turns to him, her eyes slightly wide. “Since when are you so direct?”

Dan Heng glances at her. “What are you talking about? I’m always like this.”

“No, you’re not.”

Dan Heng almost rolls his eyes. “You just don’t know me well enough.”

They stop at an intersection, waiting for the light to change. Jingliu faces forward and clears her throat. “Let me ask you the same question. When was the last time you’ve been on a date?”

Dan Heng glances at her. “If I answer, will you?”

“Sure.”

“Never.”

Jingliu turns to him, but he’s not looking at her. “Never?”

“Never.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Why?”

Jingliu gives him a look that screams are-you-kidding-me? “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Then, that’s not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

Dan Heng looks at her. “You don’t believe me when I’m telling the truth.”

Jingliu almost laughs. “Ah, you’re cute, Dan Heng.”

He frowns. That's not the compliment he wants to hear. Instead, he says, "It's your turn."

“Me?” A small pause. “...A very long time.”

Dan Heng can hear the words unsaid: Not since the accident. It happened before she met any of them. He's always been curious as he only knows part of the story, but he never attempted to satisfy his curiosity... until now. Yet, it's not just the accident he wants to know about. How did she get back on her feet? Where did she find the courage? Why start a business and not something else? When the questions began, they wouldn't stop coming.

The light turns green, and they cross the street together.

“Have you thought about what you wanted to do?” Jingliu asks. “After our talk at the café the other day.”

“Nothing concrete… but I’ve been looking into sports psychotherapy.”

"Really? That suits you."

“...You think?”

“You’re competitive on the field, Dan Heng, but at your core… You’re a kind person.”

He smiles slightly. “Did you come to this conclusion from your years of experience training me?”

"Oh, I observe more than you know." She glances at him. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask about your brother.”

“...I’m not interested.” His reply takes her by surprise. Without turning his head, Dan Heng looks at her, and she catches his ghost of a smirk. “Why are you looking at me like that? Curious?”

Is he teasing her?

“No, of course not. Fine. Let’s not talk about him.”

She feels his fingers brush against her hand, but just before anyone can do anything about it, they arrive at the restaurant.

"Jingliu? Is that you?"

They stop.

That voice. It sounds so familiar.

Dan Heng turns and sees the last person he ever wants to see: Caelus’s uncle.

Chapter 16

End notes:

Dan Heng with a nerdy boyfriend look makes me feel things ngl.

It's crazy to think this is the last update of 2023. I was definitely way too ambitious when I said I wanted to finish this story before the holidays are over lmao.

Anyway, I made a Kofi! So, if you like what I do, consider keeping me caffeinated. I'd greatly appreciate it!

With that being said, Happy New Year's Eve! Party safe, everyone. See you in the New Year :)

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you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

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Estrellita✨

Moonknight Masterlist

Follow up Drabble

Part 2: ☀️Knight and Day🌙

Part 3: The Little Sunspot🍼

Description: there is only one person more important to you in life than The Moon Boys, and that was your niece. What happens when Jake meets her for the first time?

Warnings: Use of female pronouns for reader, some references to smut in a joking manner, other than that I’ve written another fluffy one folks!

A/N: Jake Lockley gives Girl Dad Energy™️, and he deserves all the good things in life.

🌘🌔🌒

“Listen, when you come over today, I have a little visitor, so if this is Jake fronting, keep a happy face! Cause if you scare the kid, we’re gonna have problems. Love you baby!” Jake listened to the ending of your voice mail with a chuckle, he knew a thinly veiled threat when he heard one, and he thought it was super hot. He knew of your niece, seeing her in photos and hearing her voice on phone calls on numerous occasions, but he was honestly a little shocked to hear he was going to be meeting the child in question. He knew you loved him and the rest of the system equally, and he had previously met a couple of your family members, but he didn’t truly believe that you loved and trusted them enough to let them interact with the most special person in your life.

The day she was born, Cassiopeia, affectionately referred to as Cassie by family, was a little miracle. Your Niece was the best thing that ever happened to you, and you constantly told everyone exactly how it was true. Your parents decided to get back together because of your niece, your sister and her husband moved to be closer to you because of your niece, and finally, you met the boys because of your niece. Your niece was a feisty little thing and often found herself in trouble, and about a year ago her attitude and fearless spirit led to a broken arm. The day she broke it she called you crying, insisting you come to the hospital. So of course, in your desperation to get there, you smacked into Jake.

“My word, I’m so sorry!” You gasped as you smacked into a man who was carrying a cup of coffee, spilling it all down his front. “I’m so sorry! I was in a rush, my niece is in the hospital and I can’t find a ride and there aren’t any cabs! I’m sorry!”

Jake was burgeoning on Murderous when you smacked into him. His day had already gone to shit, and now he was covered in coffee. He was preparing an absolute onslaught of curses in Español, until he looked up and laid his eyes on what was quite possibly the most beautiful person on planet earth. So naturally, he offered you a ride, the two of you have been inseparable since.

Thinking back on that day, Jake smiled widely and pride filled his chest when he remembered that you first fell for him. He then thought about the little catalyst he was about to meet, and decided that by the end of the night, he was gonna be that little girl’s favorite person if it killed him.

He got to your apartment around dinner time, bag full of groceries in hand, and a plan to charm this kid. He knocked, and when you opened the door he almost fell to his knees. You were beautiful, your smile was just perfect, your hair knotted up in a bun on top of your head. You were wearing one of his shirts, an oversized Ramones tshirt, and he could feel that puff of pride well up in his chest again. He noticed as you pointedly looked down at your legs and he glanced down, seeing a little girl hiding behind your legs shyly. He gave you one of his devilish smirks and a wink, you knew tonight would be perfect.

“Oye, Mi vida! You get more and more beautiful every time I see you.” He smiled and gave you a little kiss on the cheek, producing a beautiful bouquet of flowers from behind his back. You chuckled at this, because normally when Jake brought you a gift, it was more likely to be a bottle of whiskey than a bouquet, but you noticed with a laugh that there was an airplane bottle of Jack tucked carefully between the blooms. “Hey, I heard that there es una princesa here? All I’m seeing though es mi reina!” Jake heard a small giggle from behind you, and was pleased to see your beaming face as he attempted to get the small child to come out from behind your legs.

“PST! Down here!” He heard a small childish whisper and he grinned as he looked down to see a little girl that for all the world looked just like you. From the mischievous smile on the girls face, he could already tell you all would be the best of friends.

“¡Dios mío! Mi Vida you shrank!” He gasped, placing a dramatic hand over his heart as he glanced down at the giggling little girl.

“No silly! I’m Cassiopeia!” She smiled and came out from behind your legs. She was wearing an adorable little dress, and Jake felt his heart melt a bit at the sight of you with a tiny version of yourself, he might even want to give you a tiny version of yourself, but that was for later. Right now, he had a job to do.

“Well! Cassiopeia huh? So you’re an Estrellita, a little star?” He nodded crouching to meet her level, as Cassie blushed sweetly at Jake’s term of endearment. You chuckled and thought ‘Same kid.’ As Jake leaned into her conspiratorially. “Well then, I must be the luckiest man alive! I was only expecting one pretty girl to take on a date tonight, but now I have two! Good thing I came prepared! Para ti, mi estrellita!” He said softly, brandishing a perfect white rose between his fingers. Oh boy had he won her over. You’d never seen your niece take to anyone as fast as she took to Jake, and you began to believe that the bastard had a secret supper power as a child whisperer. “Vamos, mis señoras, ¡estoy preparando la cena! How do we feel about enchiladas?” He winked at you as he was pulled into the house by a tiny fist clasped around his finger. You blushed madly, pressing your hands to your heated cheeks, beaming. God, you loved that man.

Jake was a phenomenal cook. You didn’t understand where he learned the skill exactly, because Marc and Steven were practically hopeless in that department, but he never disappointed when the kitchen was concerned. You looked on in wonder as he carefully pulled a stool up to the counter for your niece, and listened as she rambled on to him about the movie Coco, her only frame of reference for Spanish, besides her dad who was from Argentina. He nodded and muttered comments when appropriate and occasionally handed her ingredients to toss in to the rice that he was carefully toasting on your stove. Once the rice was simmering and the enchiladas in the oven, you knew what came next. Jake walked over to your record player and flipped the needle into the grooves with a smile. Suddenly throughout your apartment the Kako y su Orquesta played throughout the house, and Jake reached to spin you into his arms, and sway you around the kitchen. You giggled and swayed in his arms as he carefully kept an eye on the food. Your niece giggled and clapped as he spun you in and out of his arms with a brilliant smile. Your bodies rolled together in perfect time and your niece squealed, wanting a turn of her own. Jake spun you into a chair at your table, and pointedly pushed his glass of wine towards you with a conspiratorial wink. He then swung your niece from the counter and placed her feet on top of his, and held tightly to her hands as he gently danced in time to the music with a smile. “Oye, Cariño! You didn’t tell me she was una bailarina!” He smiled charmingly at your niece, and you laughed for all you were worth, because you could have sworn you could see the hearts in your niece’s eyes. When the timer went off, Cassie had practically laughed her head off at Jake’s silly antics dancing her around the kitchen, and had easily fallen in to calling him Tio Jake.

You sat down to the table to eat, and she grinned at every bite, you had never seen the usually picky child eat as much as she did. When you thanked Jake for making the food, he smirked at you with a wink and said “No me des las gracias, todos los cumplidos a estrellita, ¡ella era la verdadera cocinera!” You rolled your eyes and laughed again as Cassie smiled brightly and asked Jake to stay for movie night. He had an even further surprise up his sleeve. “But of course! I brought candy!” You couldn’t help but melt a bit inside as he pulled out her favorite, and yours. At this point, the little girl was practically buzzing with joy, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have this man. You squealed alongside your niece and pressed your foreheads together in excitement as you discussed what film you would watch. You scooped her up into your arms and left to change into your pajamas.

While you were gone, Jake took the liberty of popping popcorn and spoke to his alters about how wonderful you were.

“Did you see them talking? They way their foreheads pressed together and their eyes sparkled? My days, that woman is a goddess in disguise.” Steven swooned in the reflection of the wine bottle on the counter, causing Jake to chuckle. “And Cassie is a dream! I can’t wait to meet her! She is quite the cheeky thing, Innit? I bet she would love the museum! Did you hear her talking about Mayan mythology? She’s adorable.”

“I’d for one LOVE the chance to put a baby in our girlfriend. Did you see the way she danced tonight? My god, that was hot.” Mark growled, causing Jake to smirk.

“Imagine it up close padrecito, Demasiado calor para este mundo. If there wasn’t currently a child present? We would be having an entirely different evening.” He muttered throwing a wink at the reflection of his alter in the pot he was washing.

“You dog you,” Marc cackled, “also, you didn’t tell us you were good with children? Cassie loves you!” Marc exclaimed with an impressed smile.

“Oh si,” Jake muttered under his breath, “normally, No soy tan bueno con los más pequeños, but Cassie is the reason we met our girl, so I figured I needed to put the work in.”

“Tio look!” Jake turned with a small smile to see what was quite possibly the most adorable sight in the world. You and Cassie stood side by side in matching pink pajamas, Jake couldn’t help the look of wonder that came over his face at the way your eyes sparkled while you posed with your little niece on your hip. He couldn’t help but imagine you with a little girl of your own, with his brown eyes and your perfect pink lips. He nearly swooned.

“Oh my goodness! Mi vida! I wish you had told me, I would have brought a pair of my own!” He grinned as Cassie nearly laughed herself to death. You couldn’t help but join her at the mental image of your big scary boyfriend in a pair of pink pjs. “What?” He faked offense at your laughter. “You don’t think I could pull them off?” He gasped laughing as he pulled Cassie from your grip and settled into the couch with your head on his chest and Cassie’s in his lap. You settled in to watch whatever princess movie your niece wanted to watch, and Jake noticed as slowly, both of you fell asleep in his arms. His heart felt so full. He has always been the protector, the brute force, the berserker, but in this moment, with you and this little girl curled up so gently in his arms. He got to experience being the lover, the soft one. He tallied up as another gift that you and this brilliant little girl gave to him, and he could t be more grateful. For a moment, Jake got to smile, and be at peace. “Buenas noches, mis amores.” He said stroking Cassie’s hair and kissing you gently on the forehead as he watched the rest of the movie.

About half ten, Jake heard a key in the lock of your door. He hadn’t realized he had fallen asleep, but it didn’t really matter. He heard as two voices hushed each other gently and giggling, made their way into your living room. He figured this must be your sister, who he’d met before, and your brother in law, who he had not. “Shh!” A female voice whispered “Awe look! They’re asleep!” He peeked one eye open and gave a half smirk to your sister, Allison, holding a finger to his lips. He shook his head in amusement as she clicked a picture of the three of you curled into each other.

“Hola, Amigo.” Your brother in law whispered, shaking his hand after scooping Cassie into his chest. “¿Qué tal la noche?”

“Muy bien, tenía dos hermosas damas para comer, ¿qué podría ser mejor?” Jake chuckled softly, shifting the blanket to cover you further as you curled more firmly into his side.

“Ah, so you’re Jake, nice to meet you hermano, Marc and Steven spoke very highly of you. I’m glad we got the chance to meet.” Your brother in law Andreas smiled and nodded at you, handing the baby to his wife, “She speaks highly of you too, you boys have really won her over.”

Internally Jake and the rest of the system couldn’t help but feel so grateful at how well your family treated them, how easily they accepted them into their close knit bond. Surely it couldn’t be this easy with everyone, but he accounted it to your parents, who were big proponents of mental health awareness. Tonight only further demonstrating how lucky they all were to have you, and they swore to always keep you close. “Si, I am a lucky man.” He smiled, placing another kiss to your brow.

“Well Jake, we’re gonna get going. Take care of my sister or I’ll kill you!” Allison blew a kiss at him and Andreas chuckled, patting him on the shoulder.

“We’re both lucky men.” He smiled and winked as he left, locking the door behind them. Jake sighed and positioned you in his arms a little tighter. After he was sure you were comfortably pressed between himself and the back of the couch, he sighed and fell back into sleep, dreaming of little girls with Steven’s smarts and Marc’s sass, his keen eye and your beauty. He’s never had a better nights sleep.

Over the next two weeks, he had spoken to your niece three times over the phone, taken her to the zoo, and gotten them matching keychains. He also received a beautiful drawing of his cab that he hug from his fridge with pride. It was safe to say, he was smitten. It was a rare thing to get Jake to truly smile, not smirking, not the maniacal grin he gives when he’s especially homicidal, but truly smile. The list used to only be occupied by one person, you. Now however, he seemed to smile every time he heard a childish giggle over the phone, or looked at his fridge. Hell, his Lock Screen was the picture Allison took of the three of you. The list had gone from one to two, and he had never been more grateful. Now that he had met the baby, the baby seemed to latch onto him as tightly as you had, and he learned one thing he for sure needed to know about the women of this family. (Especially if he wanted one of his own.) They had all inherited that gene for being truly threatening.

“Tio, next time I see you I have to meet all the other uncles, or I’m going to be really cross with you.” She grumps from the other end of the phone. “Mi Tia says that the others are jealous, and I want ALL of my favorite uncles to be happy! Because you make me happy!” There was that thinly veiled threat thing again, mixed with a sugary sweetness that almost made his heart pop. She had missed the finer nuance of the system of course, but she was young , she couldn’t know. It was honestly impressive that she was even able to semi comprehend that Jake had two alters, so they took what they could get.

“Si Estrellita! If you want the moon, I won’t hesitate to give it to you!” He winked at you when he gave his terrible pun, and you rolled your eyes. Those two were going to be trouble, you could already tell. However, if there was one thing you knew about you and your boys, you loved trouble, and couldn’t wait to make more of it.

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