#noses are so hard to draw OMFG
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"good girl—that's a good fucking girl."
with levi?
(also your new theme is so adorable I love it)
thank u you're adorable and i love u whoops who said that i mean ahem we're in our enemies arc right?? *nervous laughter*
anyways consider this revenge for the daddy kink superior oneshot u posted
content: fem bodied reader x dom levi, they are smoking WEED, thoughts about death and existentialism, implied reader's first time getting high??? idk just roll w it it's literally the internet, college au, best friends to lovers, i'm a comedic genius, various mentions of kinks (degradation, bondage, furries????) but not actually used in the fic, praise kink, DADDY kink omfg. finger fuckin happy 420, i did not reread this or edit it in the slightest enjoy my absolute unhinged inner workings, minors and ageless blogs do not interact!
wc: a little over 3k i just wanna sleep
prompt event closed! i am no longer taking requests! (:
Smoke is a weird concept. How it billows like clouds, streaming up and up and up, aimlessly going nowhere, anywhere. It’s even weirder to think how the fog, moments ago, brewed within the wet caverns of your lungs. You can’t feel it, the way it hangs in your lungs, and for a split second it’s hard to believe the haze was ever inside of you at all.
But it flows so smoothly between your lips as you exhale, and if the burning plant so lovingly bundled in a backwoods cigar casing was anything but weed, you’d consider it poisonous. Hell, maybe it still is, but isn’t that what life is all about anyways? Living, regardless of what may draw your ending a bit closer than before? It’s trivial anyways. Who wants to live their life clean cut and without the impending fear of it all suddenly ending by their own doing? Sounds quite boring.
“You still with me?” Levi nudges your side, arching an eyebrow.
You shake your head, blinking away your thoughts, “Are we ever really here?”
“Alright, you’ve had enough,” his tongue clicks against his teeth, plucking the blunt away from your frozen fingers. “Should’ve never let you convince me to try this.”
“You don’t even know what I was thinking about,” your spine slumps against the back of his couch.
The lights in Levi’s living space are so pretty, twinkling like little fairies, dancing about and giggling in their foreign tongue. You’re not hallucinating, just romanticizing the mundane, fixating on the dim yellow light that leaves soft shadows across his dorm. You’re glad he doesn’t have any roommates at the moment, they’d probably distract you from taking in your thoughts. They’re coming at lightspeed.
You’re practically a roommate by now anyways. You basically live here. You have your own drawer filled with clothes inside of Levi’s dresser. You’d worry that Levi gets lonely, but he doesn’t, not when he has you around.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Are you a mind reader now?” you snort. “Distract me then. It’s pretty easy at the moment.”
“How are you feeling?” his eyes shift over your lazed form, relaxed and unburdened.
You purse your lips, concentrating on the bridge of his nose, “I feel good. Can’t stop thinking thoughts.”
“Ground breaking,” Levi’s lips twitch before he places the cigar to his mouth. He takes a deep inhale, holds it for a beat, exhaling soundlessly. “Care to share these thoughts?”
“I might kill the vibe,” you giggle.
He chuckles, “Us sitting here in complete silence already did.”
“What if I don’t shut up?” your knee knocks into his playfully. “What if I just talk forever and ever, going on and on and on–”
The blunt is shoved in front of your face, you eye it quizzically as Levi says, “Nevermind. I liked the silence.”
“Mean,” you roll your eyes, reaching out for the drug.
It’s burned down to a roach now, or at least that’s what you think it’s called. You’re not exactly sure, as this is the first time in your life you’ve ever gotten high. After several weeks of begging Levi to let you try it. It’s all part of the college experience, you reasoned, to which he told you getting a degree is more important. He’s overbearing a lot of the time, but it’s just because he cares. You think. You’ve been friends for too long to really criticize his intentions.
The heat licks at the tips of your fingers, and it’s painful to hold, so you squeak to Levi, “I can’t. It’s hot.”
“Such a baby,” he sighs, taking the roach back. “Whiny and introspective, what a combination.”
You frown, glaring as you respond, “I hardly know what I’m doing, smart ass.”
“You want me to hold it for you, baby?” Levi mocks you, but in this state of mind, the tease sounds a lot more suggestive than it actually is.
Oh, so weed makes you horny. Got it.
“Please?” you smile lazily.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
Once again, the blunt is placed in front of your face. You don’t really understand how Levi isn’t flinching back from the flame. With the way he holds it, the lit end narrowly escapes brushing into the inside of his thumb. He has to feel the heat culminating in his palm, but he doesn’t react.
You shift forward, leaning in to place your mouth on the cigar. The tips of his digits brush against your lips, and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe properly. Not when he’s staring so attentively at you, pressing his fingers into the soft skin of your mouth to ensure you get a good hit.
Maybe getting smoked out by Levi was a bad idea after all. Usually you’re able to quiet these feelings and thoughts. Your brain is too spacious of a place to hide them right now, so your heart beats faster. Not because of the weed, but because you can’t stop thinking about your enormous crush on your best friend.
Despite the internal bombardment of your psyche, you take a deep breath, the smoke fills your lungs, and you’re exhaling. You repeat, Levi’s hand unwavering in front of you. Your exhales flirt around his palm, curling around his fingers, kissing the tips goodbye when it's their time to ascend to the ceiling.
“There you go,” he mumbles. “Good girl.”
The silence is booming after the words fall from his lips. Your eyes are stuck on his, silver irises lovingly caressed by inky soft pinks and reds, blooming from the corners of his eyes to the centers. They’re even more striking like this. The contrast is alarmingly beautiful, and soon enough, you’re fixated.
As if you don’t stare Levi down every time you’re in his company. Perhaps now you’re just stupidly self aware of it.
Levi studies your expression, and it must be telling because he says, “What was that?”
“What was what?” you deflect, watching on as he stubs out the blunt in an ashtray on his coffee table.
His pointer finger pokes the tip of your nose, “That look. Don’t tell me you’re into that.”
“Into what?” you respond, heart racing just a bit faster.
“Getting called a good girl,” his voice dips lower. “Fuck, you totally are. You should see your face right now.”
“Then stop saying it!” you laugh out of embarrassment, swatting his palm away to bury your face in your own hands. You yell through the cracks of your fingers, “Fuck off!”
“That’s not how good girls speak, now is it?” Levi forces your hands from your cheeks, shoving them down into your lap. He squeezes your wrists together, the sensation rippling through your body, creating a domino effect of desire.
Fuck.
“What’s your kink then, huh? What weird shit are you into?” you attempt to divert the attention away from you, yanking your hands away from his hold.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? What the fuck are you– Ow! That fucking hurts!”
Your fingers grip at his hair, tugging and pulling at the roots, “Not into pain then. Not your own, at least.”
“Slap yourself and see if it turns me on,” Levi grumbles, smoothing over where you’d yanked.
“Funny.” You had considered for a second. A high, stupid second.
Your eyes flit over his face, his dark brows furrowed and eyes suspicious. His posture is tense, but Levi is always tense. His knees are spread apart, back stiff against the cushioning of the couch. His left forearm rests at his side, his right still cradling his head.
“Degradation,” you narrow your gaze.
“Nope. Try again.”
“Ropes.”
“Not the one I was really thinking of.”
“So there is one big one?”
“You’re never going to guess it. Give up.”
You snap your fingers, smiling ear to ear, “I got it! You’re a furry!”
Levi doesn’t even entertain you with a response. The deadpan glare is enough.
You laugh a bit too hard, “Okay, okay. Um, shit. You’re into someone, or you, getting dressed up in an outfit.”
“I’m not a fucking furry.”
“No, no!” you giggle. “Like a sexy maid! Or fancy lingerie!”
“It’s nice, but no, that’s not the one,” his eyes sparkle, humor thick in his voice.
“Ropes and lingerie are cool, not into degrading,” you think out loud. “Are you a top or a bottom?”
“That’ll make it obvious.”
“How?”
“It just will.”
You look at Levi then, really look at him. From the solid clench in his jaw, to the way he claims his space so unapologetically, laid out against his sofa. His eyes are determined, fierce, and you’ve spent far too many nights imagining how deep the colors turn as he hovers over your body, thrusting in and out, praise after praise dripping from his lips like honey. How his hands would so perfectly wrap around your waist, your thighs, your throat. He’s got a filthy mouth on him, so you gather that it reaches a new altitude when he’s in the throes of pleasure. You think he might even growl when he cums.
Levi is the definition of confidence. A confident person must have a confident kink.
And then suddenly, it clicks.
“I figured it out,” your tone shifts, dropping lower. You move your body closer until the outside of your thigh touches his, hovering your lips above his ear. “Aren’t you a nasty little thing?”
“I already told you, I’m not into degradation,” there’s a mild waver in his speech.
“I know you’re not, daddy.”
Levi stiffens completely next to you, his breath caught in his throat. You smirk triumphantly, and try to ignore the creeping of heat in the pit of your stomach. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the squeezing in your core transforming into a furious pounding, maybe it's all the years of denying your feelings coming to a head – you place a bold hand on his thigh, thumb stroking along the inseam of his sweatpants.
“Well,” your lips brush along the shell of his ear. “Am I right, daddy? Is this your kink?”
“Stop,” Levi grits out, fists clenching at his sides.
“You didn’t stop when you found mine out,” you pout. “Why should I?”
“You really don’t want to test me. I promise you that you won’t like it,” he snarls.
“I’m sort of curious,” your touch trails higher. You wonder if he’s getting hard right now. “Why do you like being called daddy?”
Levi says your name in a low warning, “Knock it off. I’m serious.”
“Why? Is it turning you on?” You’re utterly consumed by the lust blossoming in your center, drunk (high) off the knowledge that Levi has a fucking daddy kink. Who could’ve guessed it? “It’s only fair.”
“Fair because I turned you on?” he whips his head toward you, staring fiercely into your eyes. “Is your pussy wet from me telling you how you were such a good girl, taking that hit like that?”
“I don’t know daddy, is it?”
“Are you going to be good and let me find out? Or,” he grips your wandering wrist, guiding you back slowly down until your spine meets the padded seats of the sofa. You’re shaking, head swimming in the realization that Levi, your best friend and the person you’ve thought about while touching yourself for years, is really looming over you. His trembling breaths fan across your face, his free hand smoothing up your waist, “Are you going to a bratty little girl like you’ve been the past five minutes?”
You don’t want to choose. You want to be both. You gape up at him instead of answering, pulse pounding in your eardrums and body squirming under his intense focus.
He doesn’t like that.
“Tell me you’re going to listen,” his pupils are dilated, his expression unhinged and positively wild.
“Yes!” you rush out. You feel like you’re on fire.
“Yes, what?”
With a quivering voice, you blink up at him, “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” Levi coos. “Spread your legs.”
Your body goes on autopilot, opening yourself open to his hungry gaze and domineering timbre. You’re glad you wore shorts tonight — it’ll be incredibly easy to take them off in a minute.
His hazy eyes flirt down from your face, taking in the sight of your clothed body parting for him. His bottom lip is tugged by his front teeth, bouncing back into place moments later. His hands wander all over — the tops of your shoulders, the curve over your breasts, the plush of your stomach, the tops of your thighs. You almost wish you could take a picture of his face, but it’s ingrained in your memory now. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the way Levi’s looking at you.
“It might be wrong of me to admit,” his voice is thick with desire. “But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this.”
Your heart leaps in your chest, “Me too.”
His attention darts back to your eyes, mouth agape, “Really?”
You nod, “I’ve imagined this for the past three years. Ever since we became friends.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Levi rasps, fingers curling along the waistband of your shorts.
“Why didn’t you?” you respond with your own question.
“Didn’t think you’d feel the same,” his nails scratch along your lower belly. “But I don’t think I can control myself anymore.”
“Then don’t.”
A fire ignites in his eyes, gripping and passionate, and he lunges in. His lips attach to yours ferociously, swallowing every whimper and gasp you exhale upon collision. His hand slides past the barrier of your clothing, dipping dangerously along the outskirts of your panties. You buck your hips, kissing him back with equal desperation, pouring as much of yourself as you can into his attention.
Levi groans into your mouth, trailing the tips of his fingers along your clothed slit, “Fuck, you are wet.”
“Touch me, please,” you beg, your palms circling the back of his neck.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Your panties slide to the side, and his middle finger generously swipes along your folds, collecting arousal and desire and years of yearning. The tip circles your clit, nudging the bud side to side, your pussy clenches around nothing.
“You’re gonna cum from my fingers, okay?” Levi asks, but it sounds more like a demand. “And if you stop kissing me, I won’t let you. Understood?”
You whimper, “Yes, fuck, please Levi, need you so bad.”
“Say it,” he begs. “Fucking say it for me baby.”
“Please, daddy,” you plead, high pitched and uncontrolled.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he pecks your lips, sweetly affectionate. His palm flattens on your cunt, using every digit to rub toe curling patterns against your clit. You shutter, desperately kissing every piece of skin around his mouth you can grab onto.
When Levi’s fingers position at your entrance, knuckles slowly sinking in the gushing heat of your center, you scream, “Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god, fuck, I can’t—“
“Use your words,” he slurs his speech, entirely engraved in the feeling of your cunt squeezing the life out of his digits.
“Feels so good,” you whine, nearly incoherent.
It’s almost a perfect fit. Levi’s fingertips curl, pressing up into a spot inside you that leaves you utterly breathless, thoughtless. Shameless, even — your wanton moans make for a beautiful stifled orchestra against his lips.
You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. Not with yourself, not with another partner, no one other than Levi. He strokes every right spot in your pulsing walls, though they pound and grip and writhe under his authority. It flows easily through the push and pull of your pleasure, allowing the meat of his palm to rub and grind against your throbbing clit.
You’re not sure if it’s the weed or Levi, but you’re about to cum. Embarrassing fast.
“Slow down,” you gasp, clawing at the skin of his neck, trying to ground yourself by whatever means you can.
“I know, I know,” he doesn’t relent. Instead, he fucks his fingers harder, faster, “But I’m selfish, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum, okay? Can you do that for me?”
You try to shake your head no, pleading with your eyes. You want this to last, you don’t want to give up this moment so easily. The speech is mangled on your tongue, the docile fire in your stomach churning into a raging inferno at rapid speed. You can’t move, despite your best efforts. You rock your hips, unable to control yourself, and sink your teeth into Levi’s plush bottom lip.
He moans, loud and obscene, “Squeezing me so fucking tight, so fucking wet. Cum for me, fucking cum. Cum for daddy.”
It happens all at once. Your limbs lock, your spine bends upwards, and every nerve in your body trembles. You scream soundlessly into Levi’s mouth, eyes wide open, you can’t even breathe.
It’s earth shattering. It’s mind blowing. You can’t think. Your body pounds, heartbeat in your throat and brain thrown out the window. Then, the squeezing. You can feel every bend and curve of Levi’s knuckles, every circle he draws inside your soaking heat, the way he pins and grinds his hand against your pulsing clit. It’s euphoric, without a description. It simply just happens. You wouldn’t be sure you were there for it, had you not felt every inexpressible quake of your orgasm rip through you like a tsunami.
“Good girl, that’s a good fucking girl,” Levi growls in praise, pressing his digits in as far as your cunt will allow him to go.
Your eyes roll back into your head, the come down from your high so slow and agonizing in the way it feels as though it will never end. As if you’ll be suspended in your climax forever, or at least until Levi pulls his thick fingers from you, whichever comes first.
When your pussy finally releases the full range of tension, the shorter contractions allowing you to breathe, Levi continues to keep his rhythm.
You whimper, overstimulated and way too sensitive to keep going at his set pace, “Can’t, too much.”
“One more, one more,” Levi’s eyes swirl, breathing erratic and heavy. “Just one more. Give me one more.”
“Want you,” you try, attempting to move your hips away. It’s so overwhelming, all of it, all of his attention, all of his touch, all of his motion. You feel tears prick behind your eyes, helpless moans stuck behind your teeth.
“After,” he responds, expression hard and determined. “I’ll fuck you then, just one more.”
You nod, sniffling as the pain begins to morph back into that mind numbing pleasure. He grins, wolfish and all too satisfied.
“Knew you could listen. Such a good fucking girl, my good girl.”
LACHERI © 2022: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.
#my brain is fried after this one i'm so sorry#started this at 3pm finished at 1am nice#celebrating 420 with a few glasses of wine and writing absolute filth#just know i wrote the ending tipsy i wish i felt sorry#cherry's 1 year prompts#levi thirst#levi smut#tw: daddy kink#tw: praise kink#levi ackerman smut#tw: weed#tw: smoking#tw: drugs
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Hey!! I kind of agree with the Anons, so I came up with these concepts LMAO but I'm like guessing they presumably did every position now in chapter V because gun made her come a few times that she lost count 😪😪😪
OK but like. let me demonstrate to u what I'm pondering!!!****
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"g-gun... like this..?" y/n said as she pushed his tip on her clit gradually and gently. Gun didn't utter anything but just nodded in return, he could feel the warmness of her skin under his hands when she proceeded her hips slightly up. y/n sighed softly while grasping his arm tightly to maintain it there. "you learn very quickly, don't you?" Gun chuckled softly and kissed the hickey from her neck which resulted in her whimpering and arching her back as she felt him deep inside of her.
y/n knew it would be over shortly since she had already felt herself getting wetter and softer than before, so she just wanted it to feel flawless. after everything, she was still learning from him how to do it properly, and he always informed her that she was too naive to even comprehend if she did it right or not.
"May I move...?" she asked shyly and peeked at him for permission. gun snickered again and placed both of his hands on her waist while lifting them slightly and causing his length to slide inside of her slowly. y/n closed her eyes and breathed intensely through her nose as it all felt impressive and seductive. she grabbed a fistful of his hair as she yanked herself closer to him and began moving rapidly.
she was drawing breath very heavily while glancing down as she saw how two of them were connected in their intimate position.
her heart was throbbing loudly against her chest as she thought of how attractive he felt inside of her, she wanted this moment to never end. she tried hard not to come. "calm your heart, darling... I can hear it..." he whispered between kisses on her neck, making her cheek bloom in red. she didn't respond but instead just went back to what she was trying to accomplishng.
y/n bit her bottom lip as she started sensing her orgasm hovering, she examined him with hooded gazes, feeling pleasure coursing through her body quickly like a blaze. she inhaled quietly and clutched onto his shoulders with one hand whilst her other arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. as she rode out her first wave, "that's it... just like that..." gun groaned while looking after her in pure admiration.
OK I NEED TO STOP THIS IM SO DEAD 🙏🙏
AYOOOOO THIS IS REALLY GOOD, OMFG- AGAHSGSLSHSKSHSJSSHSKSHS. IM SCREAMING RN FROM HOW AMAZING THIS IS, WTHHHH. 😫😫❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥 ❤️🔥 The “calm your heart, darling… I can hear it…” GOT ME LIKE:
IM GIGGLING LIKE AN IDIOT RN BC OF THIS. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! 👁🫦👁 TYSM FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS SWEET TREAT. 🍬
#YOU ANONS ARE SO CREATIVE 🌈#I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU GUYS SEND ME#KEEP EM COMING#lookism#lookismaddict#lookism thoughts#lookism webtoon#anon thoughts#lookismaddictq&a
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panda.
And then we have panda ft. American disaster:
￣ ³￣)👌 Bucky is a mess, but he's a beautiful mess
#marvel#mcu#Bucky Barnes#james buchanan barnes#Winter soldier#Stucky#little Steve Rogers#stevebucky#my art#tw blood#noses are so hard to draw OMFG#just a quick drawing#Bucky barnes fanart#do not ask me where he's looking idk either#probably he's doing one of these weird super hero poses where they look up and you have no idea what the hell they're looking at#if anything he's looking at some plums
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Their Favorite Place to Kiss You
warning(s): none
a/n: I just feel like they needed something sweet damnit :( i love them that’s all - my inbox is always open :)
characters: mikasa, armin, levi, hange, eren, connie, sasha, jean, zeke, & reiner
Mikasa
Your eyelids
Mikasa has always been on the more soft spoken side when it comes to intimacy, sometimes she finds it’s even hard to reach out and hold your hand. She often opts for brushing her knuckles against yours and just hopes you get the gist. But when you’re asleep it’s different. She gets to reach out and run her fingertips delicately across your face and it gives her the perfect opportunity to lean in and press feather light kisses to your closed eyes, and she always hopes her love is strong enough that her affection communicates into your dreams. Please give this shy angel all the love :,(((
Armin
Your cheek
It’s just the purest way for him to show you he’s listening and cares really :(! You’ll be on a date and he’s holding your hand and he’ll just lean on over and place a little smooch there while he’s got this little smile going on, before he tells you to continue with your story, “I’m listening sweetie.” It was also the way he hyped himself up to be more physical with you as the relationship progressed. Baby boy was a little nervous for your first kiss so he worked himself up to it by acting all sly and leaving the gentlest of gentlest kisses on your soft skin. He also loves kissing any birth marks or freckles you may have on your face, they just draw his attention so much and he finds them so cute he has to leave some sort of appreciation for them. And now, kissing your cheek/face has just become his favorite place to leave hellos and goodbyes. It’s even better when he can feel your cheeks get plump from the way you smile when he leaves a kiss.
Levi
Your hands
He has a nasty habit of overworking himself and pushing his body to the limits physically. Staying up late and depriving himself of sleep, hunching over a desk and straining his eyes from all the reading and work, getting frequent headaches from how strong his focus has been - usually meaning he’s forgotten to drink enough water that day. It all takes toll in his tired eyes and the sore muscles in his body, the ones most tense in his upper back. The only good that comes from this is how easy it makes it to strip him away from work if need be. Just running your hands up his back to knead at the muscle between his shoulders and neck has him sighing and closing his eyes, reaching a hand up to grab onto one of yours and place thankful kisses along your knuckles. Now you’ve successfully convinced him to lay in bed while you softly run your hands over his face and body, only stopping when he grabs them to place more kisses. He hopes it’s good enough at showing you how grateful he is for you in his life <3
Hange
Your forehead
They call you their little stroke of genius always and this just kind of seals the deal for them teehee. Whenever they get any kind of idea - good, bad, small, big, dangerous, you name it - they’re placing a kiss on your forehead and hollering before they run off to execute said idea. You have an idea and they’re praising you on how smart you are while they kiss you repeatedly there, kind of like they’re your older, invasive relative or something. It’s also their favorite way to greet you whether it’s them coming home or waking you up first thing in the morning. It’s just always the perfect blank space for them to lay their love on you and get your attention. And if you have a big forehead they’ll mention how it gives them more space to love up on hehehehehe <3
Eren
Your neck
Cuddly boy, cuddly boy! He loves bothering you and trying to get your attention, and he finds it’s the easiest when he has his face buried in your neck and leaving wet kisses there. He also finds it’s such a versatile place for affection. If he’s feeling clingy, he can come up from behind and wrap his arms around you while he whines into the crook of your neck demanding you pay attention to him by kissing or blowing raspberries there until you’re giggling and giving in. When he’s sleepy and cuddling he can stretch his face up to whisper into your neck about heading to bed and finalizing his wish with a soft peck - barely even a kiss. If he’s in a mood it’s certainly an easy place to convince you to join him. And if he’s just feeling soft - which is almost always - he has no problem in smiling into that spot between your neck and shoulder and giving little love bites or any form of attention there. He’s just a clingy boy and it’s the easiest way to get what he wants - and hide how red his face can get from you.
Connie
The top of your head
It’s a funny thing he’s started doing in passing moments that’s just made his days so much brighter. You two will be bustling about in the kitchen cooking dinner and when you pass by him he just has to grab the sides of your face and reach over to kiss the top of your head with an obnoxious mwah to top it off. Or if he’s dropping you off he obviously has to reach over the middle console to pull your head aggressively towards him to leave another silly kiss - he likes it even more when you act “annoyed” with him over it. But it isn’t always silly, he finds it a really good way to let you know he hasn’t forgotten about how sweet you are to him. You’ll be laying in his chest while you two watch a movie and he’ll lean down to leave a long and quiet kiss into your hair, reminding you of his fondness.
Sasha
Your lips
It’s such a simple but sweet place to kiss! Nothing makes her happier than leaning in and giving a quick peck before she’s off to her busy day, her nose usually bumping into yours cause she’s being a little too quick about it, but it never fails to make you all giddy when you feel her smile against your lips. It’s also her favorite time to kiss you after you’ve had something sweet. First she just wiped the corner of your mouth with her thumb to collect the sticky syrup that collected there from your breakfast a few minutes prior, sucking the sweetness from the finger and humming to herself. Next it was replaced with a simple kiss to the corner of your mouth or wherever you had yet to clean up a crumb - sometimes her tongue would innocently dart out to get a better taste. Finally it became just a regular sweet kiss, even happier than before, when she could still taste the honey in your mouth from the biscuits you’d made for lunch.
Jean
Your shoulders
He adores running his hands up and down your arms and it just goes so well with leaving a few light kisses at the top of your shoulders. He also feels like it’s such an intimate part of the body in that for him to place a kiss there means he’s physically close to you in a way he treasures immensely. Like when he embraces you in a long, warm hug for whatever reason, getting to bend down and leave a long sensual kiss placed there feels so serious to him, even if you’re ticklish and it has you giggling. There’s just something so serene for him when he’s able to feel that calm and close with you that he always finds himself compelled to lean over and even crane his neck to remind you how special you are to him with a shoulder kiss. What can I say, he just loves em!
Zeke
Your thighs
It seems like he’s ALWAYS passed out with his head in your lap. He says it’s not his fault but yours because you’re the one who always lets him rest his head there when he’s home from work, running your fingers through his hair. How is he supposed to stay awake when you’re doing that? And don’t get him started on how you run your thumb over his brow bone and down the bridge of his nose before going back up and starting again. It’s like you want him to take a nap on your thighs! Which you kinda do cause it’s the only time you get to see this mf relaxed and quiet in your presence if he’s not reading or doing some other nerd shit. He always makes sure to press sweet kisses to the tops of them when he wakes up, along with chuckling and tickling you with his scruff. He also likes to give you massages when you’re laying in bed which always somehow leads to him rubbing your calf’s while he closes his eyes and gently kisses the soft skin on your inner thighs. He’s just a sucker for em and you can’t tell me otherwise!
Reiner
Your back
Oh this guy :( He’s a chronic big spoon, no matter your size. It’s just always so soothing for you to be in his arms with his hands resting at your tummy, sometimes absentmindedly kneading the soft skin there as he falls asleep. But he never stays that way, he ends up naturally scooting down throughout the night so when he wakes up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your back with his arms wrapped even tighter around your midsection. You can always tell when he wakes up by the soft flutter of his eyelashes against your skin and the tightening squeeze on your torso, followed by soft open mouth kisses up your spine and all over your shoulder blades. Of course the way he whispers, “hi”, into your ear once he’s reached the top let’s you know, too.
this made me so unbelievably soft omfg. I just felt like we needed some soft content and I’ve been missing them :((( if you guys like this and would want it I can make a pt.2 with some characters I didnt include in this one :)! Jus lemme know if it’s something you guys would want! Anyways I hope you enjoy, I love talking to you in my inbox, and if you’d like to be on a taglist jus lemme know and I’ll happily oblige :)
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first i wanna say ur blog is one of my top faves omfg ur writing always hits the spot 😩🦋💓
anyway i was going thru ur masterlist and i noticed there is an unfortunate lack of junhui asks </3 so might i request ur thoughts on soft giggly morning sex?
i'm imagining reader gets in the shower and he pokes his head thru the door like "me too? :]" and it starts really cute like shampooing each other's hair and making it stand up in funny shapes but then escalates to u going at it and just,, laughing and having fun with it 😞
thanks for indulging in my domestic!junhui agenda courtesy of my nonstop china line brainrot </3
hihi!!!! thank you so much for all the love 🥺🥺 THIS SCENARIO THOUGH OMG ;-; i kinda got carried away with this bc i am a sucker for domesticity 💗 i hope you like this hehe
imagine the hot water cascading down as you shower to get ready for work when you hear the turning of the bathroom door knob, sticking you head out of the shower curtains to see jun peeking inside in a similar manner, sheepish grin on his face as he asks if he can join.
at your nod, he happily enters the bathroom, and you go back to showering as you hear the sound of his pyjamas hitting ground before the curtain is pulled back and he steps into the shower behind you. while this definitely isn’t your first time seeing each other naked, there’s still a sense of bashfulness when he presses soft kisses to your bare shoulder, murmuring a sleepy “good morning, baby” against your skin.
he insists on helping you shampoo your hair, giggling at the moan that involuntarily slips past your lips as his fingertips soothingly massage your scalp, careful not to get the foamy lather in your eyes. his laughter doesn’t cease as his fingers mould your hair into a large spike atop your head.
you can’t help but join in when you catch your reflection in the shower head, immediately reaching for the shampoo so you can do the same to him. jun smiles at how you bite your lower lip in concentration as you work the floral shampoo into his hair, soon creating a smaller, twisted spike on his head.
he places a dollop of foam on the tip of your nose, earning a feigned, scandalised gasp from you before you return the favour and draw a stripe on his cheek. this turns into a competition where the two of you smear as many bubbles as you can on each other, your hushed giggles echoing off the tiles of the bathroom while the water continues raining down on the both of you, gently washing off the suds.
your playful fight ends with you pressed against the cold wall of the shower as jun kisses you softly, one of his hands grabbing your thighs to hook it around his waist while he grinds his hardening cock against your core.
“j-junnie, now?” you gasp out in between his kisses as you clutch his broad shoulders for support, to which he nods. “now, want you so bad, baby,” he confirms, eyes clouded with both lust and affection as he leans in to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth when one of your hands slide down between your bodies to wrap around his cock and slowly pump him to full hardness.
jun giggles at your whine when he rubs soft circles on your clit with his thumb as his index and middle fingers drag along your slit to collect the slickness dribbling out of you, experimentally dipping inside your entrance to tease you, earning breathy whimpers from you as you beg him to hurry up.
his soft hair tickles your neck as he places more feathery kisses there, smiling against your skin at the giggles that escape your parted lips as he finally guides the thick head of his cock to your soaked folds. when he starts slowly thrusting into your pussy, you bring a hand to cup the side of his face, encouraging him to look at you.
“i love you,” you say sweetly as he groans from the almost innocent twinkle in your eyes, droplets of water catching onto your lashes as you gaze at him through them. his cock twitches inside your snug walls and his hips surge forward, pushing the tip of his cock into your sweet spot as your lips part in a silent moan.
he watches your face contort with pleasure with a grin as he tightens his hold on the thigh wrapped around his waist, pecking your lips while he picks up the pace to chase your orgasms.
“i love you too, baby.”
nonnie…i think you just gave me junrot…now i can’t stop thinking about him calling me bǎo bèi omg what have you done 😞💗 — admin lily <3
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Prompt: remus and lily as siblings or half siblings or biological family in any capacity pls 🥺
Oh God!!! Baby!!!🥺🥺😭 This is such a favorite AU of mine!! I’m literally— sorta— writing a To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before AU right now and they are the bestest siblings in that!!! They share a little sister and they are just so cute!! And Petunia is conveniently off in university oaiwefjoiaswejfiogreghoij And I just love Remus and Lily both so much it hurts!!! And so I wanna spit out a bullet point Ficlet at you! And I’m not even sorry just because I love you so endlessly for tossing this into my inbox foiwaeifmkaeoirfgjieoarujoidkioweajgh
So like in my head, becs that Voldy bitch doesn’t know how to actually world build, the Muggle born children who get their Hogwarts letters, are also invited to join this like support group for ordinary folks with magical children. It’s like a thing that’s held in the Ministry of magic over in London once a month, and the parents are taught about the Wizarding world while their children kind of go to this separate room to intermingle and read Hogwarts; A History with one another, and just vibe, because pure bloods and those close to that have always sorta known one another and such, so this is a nice way for the Muggle borns not to feel so excluded.
So the thing is, obviously Lyall was a wizard, but also we all know I don’t fuck with him lmfao. So I picture that after he leaves for the final time when Remus is around nine, and finalizes the divorce with Hope, she— being the bad bitch that she is, just marches to the ministry with her half-blood, werewolf son, and demands to learn everything about the world he’s part of, because she refuses to let him be deprived of anything.
Eventually she becomes one of the tutors for the adult section because she’s such a quick study— being a professor herself back in Cardiff and just being an all around bombshell tbh. So one day, in February of 1970, there’s this ginger haired, northerner who stumbles in with his daughter who looks so much like him that it’s crazy— dimples and smile and upturned nose. Though she has her mother’s eyes, who had past away when she was only seven from a freak car accident.
And when he first shake’s Hope’s hand, he’s like kind of mind boggled over how beautiful she is, and thinks that maybe all wizards just put on some sort of charm to look unearthly, till he finds out that she’s as Muggle as he is towards the end of his visit. And he is just entirely love struck tbh.
And for the next couple months or so, he kind of just yearns from afar, and then spends the ride home to Cokeworth listening to Lily’s excited chortling about her friend Remus who’s apparently a half blood and who likes the same treats as her and knows how to draw things so amazingly, and it isn’t until like May, when he ambles to the other room and realizes that Remus is actually Hope’s fucking son, and he already knows that she said she began this group after separating from her husband who was a wizard himself. So Lily’s father— Nate— quite literally just shoots his shot and asks if Lily would like to get ice cream with her new friend since Petunia won’t be coming back from there Grams’s house till late, and Hope sorta smirks from over the kids’ heads because she sees exactly what he’s doing and is impressed that he’s finally done something for fuck’s sake.
And like obviously they fall hard for one another, and they probs get married like Lily’s second year at Hogwarts.
Wait, just Lily’s you ask??
Yes my beautiful duckling, because plot twist!! (We lovee plot twists!!!)
In this AU i picture that McGonagall kind of visits during the summer months leading up to the children’s first year at Hogwarts, just to give them some supplementary readings and answer the questions for their future schooling, and when Dumbledore tells her about Remus’s full situation with his lycanthropy and all, she does some research, and figures out how Beauxbatons is much, MUCH more accommodating to “dark” creatures, and she’s already pretty chummy with Hope and knows that she’s actually a French citizen herself, the daughter of Algerian immigrants. So Remus technically has the possibility to attend Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, and so Hope and Remus talk on it long and hard, and she knows he’s already become fast friends with Lily and their thick as thieves with one another, but it’s also just so much safer for him.
So the week before Lily is set to go off to King’s Cross, they fly over to France and they get Remus settled in his dorm abroad.
I think while they’re away, Lily and Remus actually somehow become closer, because their parents are still dutifully dating and neither of them are all that familiar with their surroundings, so they send one another so many fucking letters through that first term, that the owls of their schools always give them the dirtiest looks lmfao. And they really catch on like a house on fire, like it’s one of those relationships that is just innate? Like you know when you have a best friend you guys kind of just slip into one another lives? Like even when you don’t talk for a while or whatever, it’s just natural<3 <3
So neither of them ever spend the hols of winter or spring in Hogwarts/Beauxbatons, becs that’s when they really get to vibe.
They tell one another the different cool charms they’ve learned, and hate that they can’t show them with their actual wands yet. And they watch all their favorite films and almost adopt this secret language that’s only the quirk of their brows and twitch of the lips, and Petunia hates how freakily attuned they are with one another and sneers at them for being such freaks in all aspects. Also in this AU Lily fucks off from Snape wayyyy sooner, because instead of having to deal with that nasty, bigoted, slime ball she has the cutest and funniest and most amazing bestie in Remus!
And before Hope and Nate exchange vows in the winter of their second year, the little family of five go to this tiny park that’s all lush grassland and a shiny jungle gym and a pair of swings tucked away by trees, and they sit at this picnic table, and Hope— with her steady, ever buoyant voice, explains to them why she and Remus decided to send him to Beauxbatons instead of Hogwarts, and Petunia is like gawking in fright, and Nate looks sort of distressed, but Lily just cocks her head and shrugs her shoulders, because it’s still Remus— her closest companion Rem— and nothing could change that. So she takes his hand from where it’s fiddling with a splintered piece of wood on the tabletop and she squeezes it tightly, watches him glance up at her with the late summer wind billowing in his tawny curls and the fear in his honey eyes, and she simply tells him that it doesn’t matter. And Lily will never forget the way his features spasm at that, going suddenly loose and bright and thankful, and then Nate probably tousles his hair and kisses Hope’s temple and shyly asks how they should accommodate once they move in with one another.
And that park becomes sorta special tbh.
It’s in that alcove with the swings and trees where Lily and Remus go when things are becoming too much, or they would just like to escape the world by one another’s side.
It’s where they tried their first cigarettes that Remus had gotten from an older bloke in Beauxbaton’s when they were thirteen and feeling adventurous. And where they go to listen to the releases of their favorite albums, and when Remus told Lily that he’s gay for the first time before leaving to both their fourth years and it’s like one of those spots they both think of and feel golden.
Oh God! Imagine how cute of a celebration that Nate and Hope hold for them both becoming prefects!!! Hope and Nate definitely insist on some sort of summer todo! And they invite their friends and all that jazz and OMFG what if Lily’s wearing some sorta powder blue sundress that matches Remus’s oxford shirt and they both are grimacing in all the photos and are just not thriving foieajfoierjgiearfoijsdkgxh But like they would be doted on rotten that whole day! This is so cute! OMFG! And this probs means James became Prefect as well and so Remus gets to tease her when he sends her some sort of congratulations letter and she’s totally blushing and trying to hide her grin, and Lily retaliates by kicking his ankle tbh bahaha
Okay also now I’m thinking of like Lily’s like fifth year, and her Muggle studies class is doing some sort of seminar to see if these idiots can actually survive in a totally Muggle area without a lick of magic, so like it’s spring hols, and guess who she’s partnered up with???
Cookies for you because we all know she had to work with James and Sirius lmfao!!!
And she’s totally still trying to hide her crush on James— who’s nearly always leering and winking her way— and she might actually punch Sirius’s face simply because he’s such a smug bastard, and being from a working class family like herself, she’s like always ready to fight preppy rich boys tbh
So James and Sirius decide to plan out the simulation in her house that’s right outside Cardiff and Remus is cackling the entire morning before they’re set to arrive because she’s so pissy about it lmfao
Okay so like obviously the boys end up taking the port key and land in front of her place and it’s Remus who answers the door, still painted with humor because Lily was just screaming about “if Potter brings that insufferable snitch here I’ll bloody shove it up his arse” and James is immediately on the defense because Lily’s only ever talked about her sister and brother who live with her at home, and this dude is golden where she’s pale and has curls over her straight hair and just, obviously they’re not related by blood at all. And for his part, Sirius is like *Oh! Oh! Oh! Pretty!!! Pretty boy!! Muggle boy? Pretty Muggle boy!*
But Remus obviously knows who they are straight away, so he like waves them inside before rounding to the stairs and calling for her to stop clogging the toilet or something else mortifyingly embarrassing, and Lily promises to put like pickles in the next set of face masks that they do because she knows how fucking allergic he is to them, and she wants her chuckles damn it!!
“Potter— Black,” is how she greets them with a derisive sort of glower that Remus can completely see through, so he has to excuse himself while laughing over to the kitchen. “You’ve met my delightful brother I see.”
And James’s entire posture relaxes and he’s back to grinning like a dope, and the only weird part is that Sirius has got on the very same face, *Pretty Muggle boy is Evan’s brother* So like they are both scary levels of elated, rip.
But sucks to be Sirius because Remus leaves after that to meet up with a friend from town who’s also the best dealer tbh, and so he has to deal with James’s awful levels of flirting with Lily while they scrounge up their itinerary to send their professor for the seminar type thing, and he doesn’t even have a pretty distraction XS
But Lily does force Remus to come along with her on the trip to London because “On God, if I spend a day alone with those bellends by myself I will punch a wall”
And it is literally the worst, but best double date/first date that’s full of Sirius and James fucking up with everything— including asking some poor Tesco employee where are their fudgeflies and giving a homeless man a hand full of galleons and James’s snitch somehow ending up in the meaty hands of some kid at the tube. But also tbh it’s hella cute when Lily lets James give her his jacket when they’re walking along the Thames and it’s getting chilly, and when Remus lets Sirius share his stick of cotton candy and they both sorta stare at the sugar on each of their lips.
But then they go to some tiny museum, and while they’re looking at a impressionist piece, Sirius is totally trying to show off to Remus and is explaining how he could turn the bench their sitting on into a really nice bouquet of Lupins, and in the middle of his stupid showboating, Remus lightly corrects him on some facet of Gamp’s law, and Sirius freezes— shocked still— and he’ sort of gaping like an idiot, before Lily stops his blustering with a scoff “He’s a damn wizard also you arse.”
And Sirius is floundering for the rest of the evening, and he has so many questions, but they all die on his lips every time he glances over at Remus and he’s just smirking at him with this electric glint in his golden eyes
So obviously when they’re back at Hogwarts he pesters Lily every second of every day about Remus, and why he’s not at Hogwarts. “None of your fucking business.” And asking where Remus goes instead. “Beauxbatons, thankfully far away from you.” and he asks her about a thousand other questions that Lily either scoffs at or simply cuffs him around the head for daring to even try getting his address.
And she pokes fun about the situation to Remus and tells him how much more of an idiot he’s acting like, and how hilarious it all is. And she’s shocked when he responds to her letter merely by saying, “Hah- he’s cute.”
And so obviously she shoots back a reply that’s a letter of all his worst traits, mainly that he’s an arrogant toerag, and that he’s a posh idiot who could probably live off his inheritance for three lifetimes without blinking, and about how he doesn’t date anyone for longer than a couple months, and how he’s practically brothers with James bloody Potter, and yet again, Remus just tells her, Hah- he’s cute, before mildly moving to talking about his latest charms paper and how he’s been asked to be their DADA’s professors TA next year, and how Andrew keeps trying to try again with him but Remus would rather poke his eyes out with a spork.
So Lily is totally fuming when she recognizes that she’s lost and begrudgingly gives Sirius Remus’s info, after telling him lowly and with her most menacing glower, “IF you fuck around with my brother I will murder you without a flinch.” And she’s quite literally five feet nothing to Sirius’s broad, six-foot frame, but he knows that she could do it with a snap of the finger, and he promises that it’s not just a gag on his end. And Lily actually believes him.
So Remus and Sirius begin writing to one another a sickening amount, like so steadfastly that it gives Lily a complex whenever she finds Sirius waiting at the Owlry every Wednesday morning for the bird that arrives with two letters tied to it’s leg, one for each of them.
And God, one time, right before they let out for summer hols, Lily accidentally takes the one marked for Sirius— and holy christ!!!, She did not need to know just what exactly her brother has been getting up to in the sex department of things— like she legit contemplated using a memory charm on herself JFC
And Sirius probably ends up on their doorstep again in late July, with James at toe, and somehow their is a small harmony painted between the four of them, and it’s by Christmas of sixth year when James and Sirius begin talking about how amazing it’ll be when they’re actually in-law brothers, and Lily blames Remus for everything when she’s pretending to be cross over it, but then James puts his arm around her shoulders, and she sees how gentle Sirius is when he twines his fingers into Remus’s own, and it feels good, feels right.
It feels like something that can be forever.
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hiii i just send you the creative writing so uh only reply to this ask if you didn't get the other one by some chance and i'll send it again :D
Thank you for your service bestie 😁 I think it might be easier if I put it under a cut but omfg I'm obsessed with it and the dynamic is so spot onnn wtf
Hiiiii I bring you a gift!! I hope it's good, I don't really post my ~creative writing~ and this is my first time writing these two so hopefully, it'll suffice. Also ironically I think they may be one off the longest things I've written. Anyways ////
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As he approaches the Belfast rental that served as his temporary home for the next few months, he can't help but smile. For the first time since they started filming he not coming home to a vacant house. Instead, this time, he's going to be coming home to his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.
He's been looking forward to this all day, barely able to focus on blocking and script reading with the thought of her just blocks away weighing so heavily on his mind. It certainly didn't help that he had spent so much time the night before looking through her photos at the Brits. She had looked absolutely radiant, her beautiful features perfectly accentuated by her lovely outfit.
Gosh, he's so obsessed with her. She easily occupies much of his thoughts on a near-daily basis and whenever they were together he can barely get enough of her. They've been apart a few days now and even that was slowly killing him. He needs her. Need to be near her, to touch her, embrace her, kiss her soundly. And the fact that he's about to be able to do so makes his heart swell with joy.
Opening the front door, his heart beats loudly as anticipation grows in his stomach. "Honey, I'm home." He quips.
Immediately he's greeted by a white and brown fluff ball scampering around his feet. Chuckling to himself, he bends down, scooping the excitable cat into his arms.
"Hello there Benjamin."
"Well someone missed his daddy." A warm voice floats across the room and he looks up, a grin forming at the sight of his lovely girlfriend.
Benjamin squirms in his arms and he releases the fluffy cat before striding across the room. His hands land on her arms, covered by gray fabric that's soft to his touch. "I hope he wasn't the only one."
With a cheeky grin, she presses up on her toes, lips meeting his as her arms loop around his shoulders. Her lips are warm and soft and feel like home and he revels in her touch.
"He wasn't." She breathes after pulling back slightly. Her blue eyes flutter open, looking up at him through her dark eyelashes and he's fairly certain he falls even deeper in love right then and there.
Their next kiss is far shorter, though the passion is still there. Finally, he glances around the room and then back to her, eyebrow cocked. "Bring enough boxes?"
She follows his gaze and then laughs. "It's five months, babe, I have to be prepared."
He chuckles and goes to reply when her eyes light up. "Oh! And I set up my recording gear in the guest room. How does 'Kitty Committee Studio," She cups her hands, as if miming parenthesis, "(Belfast, Ireland)' sound?"
His eyebrows shoot up. "It sounds like you've been busy."
Her shoulders bounce up as she gives a little shrug. "A bit. I'm really excited for this chapter of our lives and I don't mind having a few crazy days if it means getting to spend more time with you."
A smile breaks across his face, his heart swelling with joy. She always says the most romantic things, things he couldn't even dream of saying on his best days-- though she's quick to disagree with him, citing his stint as "William Bowery" as evidence-- the writer in her popping out in all facets of life. He loves that part of her, seeing her mind at work as she pours her heart out, representing her inner feelings with the most beautiful sounds. It means a great deal to him that she loves him enough to express it so wondrously through her music. He's not sure if he can ever repay her for those amazing sonic gifts, his platform far less diaristic than hers, but he certainly tries his best to show her just how much he appreciates and loves her each and every day.
"What's that face for?" She asks and he realizes he's been gazing lovingly at her far longer than what would ordinarily be considered comfortable.
"I love you." The words slide off his tongue easily, an outcome of saying them for the better part of almost five years now but they hold the same weight, the same truth, every time he says them.
She beams, her eyes twinkling. "I love you too."
He kisses her soundly and then squeezes her hand. "Also congrats on being a Global Icon winner, love. We should celebrate."
"Oh yes! I'll get the wine." She nods and begins to head into the kitchen when he grabs her hand. It's a gentle yet firm grip and there's an amused look on her face as he pulls her into his arms.
His voice is low, a suggestive tone to it as he raises an eyebrow. "That's not the type of celebrating I had in mind."
"It's not?" She questions, tilting her head but he can see amusement dancing in her eyes.
"You're a Global Icon now, I think I need to pay my respects." He tilts his head, moving ever closer to her until their noses bump together, lips barely touching. He can feel her breath on his skin, smell her woody perfume. She's so close yet not nearly close enough. "Can I do that?"
She nods, skin brushing against him. Desire for her courses through his veins and with that simple gesture he finally gives in to it.
Their lips crash together, caressing and pressing against each other. His hands are in her hair, long blonde strands tangling between his fingers. She sighs breathily into the kiss and then he's met with her tongue swiping against his lips, a silent question of permission which he is quick to grant.
He can feel her hands on his biceps, fingers squeezing around his muscles before loosening and running up over his shoulders and to his neck. In turn, his hands slide down her back, slipping under the loose bottom of her shirt, his fingertips gliding over her hips.
Their kisses get a little bolder, a little more desperate, and soon he's pulling away from her mouth and kissing down her neck, nipping gently at the skin there. Her soft, breathy moans serve to spur him on and he sucks roughly on her neck, causing her to groan loudly.
He spends a few more minutes kissing across her neck, down to her collarbone, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. Her fingers tighten in his hair, gently pulling him away from where he was kissing dangerously close to her pulse point. "Babe... No more teasing."
He gives her a devilish grin and then his lips are back on hers, frantic passionate kisses until they're both absolutely breathless.
Taking a small step back, his eyes scan up and down her body. "Get undressed." He tries to command but she merely smirks and gives him a wink.
"Make me."
A devilish grin crosses his face seconds before he surges forward, kissing her once more as his fingers pull on the hem of her shirt. The second it's off of her, he can feel his heart rate spike at the sight of her lacy black bra. No matter how many times he sees her like this, it will always send a bolt of energy racing through his core.
"Gorgeous," He breathes, bending down to trail kisses right above the fabric.
She utters a soft "ding" which causes both of them to chuckle. Her laughter soon dissolves into a moan as he expertly unlatches her bra and pulls a nipple into his mouth, his hand going to cover the other one.
He massages her breast softly, hand moving in sync with his mouth as he sucks long and hard. Her fingers glide through his hair, nails occasionally scratching across his neck, causing a shiver to run up his spine. After a moment, he switches up his tactic, his teeth grazing against her nipple as he rolls her other one between his thumb and forefinger.
Her moans grow louder and louder and the next thing he knows, she’s pulling at his shirt, trying to take it off him. He obliges, his fingers going to hook into her waistband in turn.
She's completely naked a second later and he can feel his pants growing tighter at the sight. His hands wrap around her biceps, gently guiding her to the couch as her hands stroke across his now bare chest.
"Sit." He urges her and she obliges, sitting down with her legs pressed together and a playful smirk dancing across her lips.
Chuckling to himself, he kneels down, placing his hands on her knees and his chin on top of his hands. Gazing up at her, he takes in everything. Her blonde hair falling across her shoulders, the amused cock to her eyebrow, the freckles splashed across her skin. Everything about her fills him with an indescribable joy.
"I'm really proud of you." He says after a long quiet moment.
Her playful smirk morphs into an adorable, breathtaking smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek. He returns the look before turning his head and placing a kiss against her palm.
"I love you," Comes her quiet voice, laced with adoration.
"I love you too." He ducks his head, placing a kiss on each of her knees. "Now... let me show you just how much."
Sliding his hands down between her legs, he gently pushes them apart. He weaves his way between her thighs, one kiss at a time, drawing nearer and nearer to where he knew she wanted him most. And then he pauses, mere inches away, and begins to kiss back up her leg. She lets out an annoyed groan, cupping his face in her hands and not so gently guiding him back.
Chuckling, he slips his hands beneath her legs, hooking them up over his shoulders. He pauses again, looking up at her. Their eyes lock and he gives a little smile before leaning in and placing small kisses around her clit. There's a gasp, followed by a soft whimper and he can't help but grin, his kisses becoming deeper in turn.
His tongue flicks between his lips as he travels down between her folds, giving an experimental taste. He can feel himself grow harder as he realizes just how wet she is.
And it's all for him.
With that final thought, he focuses all his energy on making her feel good. His tongue continues to slide in and out of her, tasting her with fervor. Her fingers tangle in his hair, her whimpers turning to low moans as he moves.
And then he pulls away slightly, glancing up at her. Her chest is heaving, eyes half-lidded, and her lips hang open ever so slightly.
"You're beautiful," He finds himself breathing and she squirms a little as the air from his mouth brushes against her core.
If she's going to respond, he certainly doesn't give her a chance, pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking roughly.
Taylor shouts his name, her fingers clenching in his hair. He barely notes the pain, however, hand flattening on her stomach to hold her in place as he concentrates solely on her uninhibited cries of pleasure and the contracting muscles beneath his mouth.
A second later, he slides two fingers inside of her, moving slowly at a pace he knew would torture her. His fingers reach as far as they can-- which in his case are very far-- and he gives them an experimental few pumps. Her walls flutter around him and he smiles-- mouth still on her clit-- and begins to stroke her walls, still sucking on that little bundle of nerves.
Her ankles lock around his back, thighs squeezing his head, keeping him in place. He can tell she's getting close, her moans increasing with frequency so he doesn't let up. Rather, he doubles his efforts, sucking and stroking, harder and faster.
It's sexy, so sexy and he looks up, maintaining eye contact with her even though her eyes are barely open. He can hardly see the blue peeping from below her eyelashes. The whole image is enough to make him come undone and he groans, the sound vibrating from his chest.
Her heels dig into his back, a long moan that morphs into his name tearing from her lips as she comes undone. He doesn't stop, still moving in order to draw her orgasm out as she twitches and writhes above him. Eyes never moving from her face, the whole sight imprinted in his brain, memories forming to torture him in the dead of night or on long trips away from her. But he doesn't mind, the occasional distance only serving to make the reunion that much sweeter.
Finally, her body sags and he moves away, trailing soft kisses up and down her thighs and over her hips. Her fingers brush through his hair, pushing it away from his face and then trail down to stroke across his beard. He's sure he has her coated all around his mouth so he licks his lips, glancing up at her to see that she's smiling.
"I love you," are the first words out of her mouth, causing him to drop another kiss on her hipbone.
He rests his chin against her stomach, a small smile on his lips. "I love you too. I guess it was good then?"
She laughs and then beckons him upwards with one finger. Obeying, he pushes himself up, crawling along her body to hover over her.
Cupping his cheeks, she laughs again. "It was amazing. Thank you."
Now it's his turn to laugh, turning to nuzzle her hand. "Anything for a Global Icon."
She tilts her head, cocking an eyebrow. "So you'd do the same for Elton John or Robbie Williams?"
With a chuckle, he shakes his head, "No, I like boobs too much."
"Oh is that all?"
"Yep." He ducks his head, peppering kisses over her chest as if to prove his point.
She cups his cheeks again, guiding his face back up to hers. Her face is twisted in an exaggerated pout, pink lip jutting out and he half-heartedly resists the temptation to pull on it with his teeth.
"Really?" Her tone is innocent but he can see the cocky look on her face and he loves it.
They're silent for a long moment, each party daring the other, a silent dance of who is more stubborn. But the strain in his pants is almost too much to bear, her smug looks not doing him any favors, so he relents. "No," He places a quick kiss against her lips. "I like you far too much to consider doing anything with anyone else ever."
"Good," Her hands slide up from his cheeks to hook around his neck, "Because you're all mine."
"Indeed I am."
Their lips meet again, this kiss far more passionate than the last. Tongues dancing together as their hands glide across each other's skin, exploring and scratching.
Pretty soon he feels her hands on his waistband and then the button on his pants being popped. Pulling back slightly, he gives her room to pull down his jeans and then boxers, sighing with relief as he's finally released from their confines.
Kicking his pants from his feet, he returns to kissing her, hands sliding up and down her sides. He groans loudly into her mouth as he feels her hand wrap around his cock, giving him a few slow strokes just how he likes it. He has to stop kissing her to grit his teeth. God, if she keeps doing that he's going to cum any second now.
His hand wraps around her wrist, stilling her movements. "Couch or bed?"
"Couch," She says without hesitation. "I want you inside of me now."
She lies down longways and he climbs on top, hovering over her. Grabbing her thigh, he guides her leg to hook around his waist, her other one following in suit.
His dick slides across her clit, the action causing both of them to moan and a moment later he pushes inside of her. Her mouth forms an open "o" as he moves in slowly, eyes never leaving her face. She's wet and warm around him, a perfect fit. It's like they were made for each other.
He moves slowly at first allowing both of them to find their rhythm. It gives him time to suck on her neck or her chest, little ways that will add to her pleasure. But pretty soon she's urging him to move faster, thrust harder and he's all too happy to follow her commands.
They move together, him building up speed as her ankles lock behind him, pushing him in even closer. Their moans echo together, unintelligible aside from the occasionally uttering of each other's name. Her nails claw down his back, too short to leave a mark but the action still arouses him even more.
He's close-- so close he can barely think straight-- but he's determined to get her there first. Hand slipping between them, he begins to rub slow circles on her clit, the action causing her nails to dig in further.
As his hand speeds up in time with his thrusts, she yanks his head down to kiss him only to tear away seconds later as her body convulses and she cries out.
Her walls clamp down around him, so tight he nearly collapses in surprise. A few thrusts later and he's a goner, body twitching as he cums.
When he can finally see straight, she pulls him down next to her, snuggling into his chest as they lie on the couch, hot and sweaty from their actions.
"Welcome home, darling." He mutters into her hair, pressing a kiss against the top of her head.
She hums in response, tilting her head to kiss him.
He has a great feeling that these next few months in Belfast are going to be quite fun.
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wait okay actually oh my god I am not sorry about the oc posting bc I'm simply obsessed with the dynamic between a kid and their dad's eventual boyfriend like. oh my god.
like imagine sammy is coming over one night for idk reasons I don't have to come up with that yet so we'll just imagine anyway he's coming over one night and frank is like coloring in the kitchen and vince leaves them alone for a minute for once again reasons and sammy is like oh geez I am so going to screw this up and it's like sammy omfg it's 5 whole minutes relax. but anyway he walks up to her and he's like "so what's up uh. picasso?" and she looks up and him and scrunches up her nose and he's like "yeah fair. bad nickname I'll think of something else" and she's like "I'm coloring" and he nods very seriously and is like "I see. what is it" and she looks at him and laughs like it should be obvious and she goes "it's a mouse" and he's like "oh of course. naturally" meanwhile sammy is in the doorway watching his not yet boyfriend talk to his four year old daughter like they are partners at a law firm.
and frank watches sammy fumble for something else to say and he doesn't know what to say bc it doesn't really look like a mouse, she's four, but he's also not gonna tell a four year old that she's bad at drawing bc he knows enough about kids to know that that would be mean and also it isn't even actually a bad drawing it just. doesn't look like a mouse. anyway frank gives him a colored pencil and a piece of paper and looks at him very seriously and goes "we're drawing a mouse family that lives in a teapot in the woods" and sammy nods very seriously like this makes sense to him and says "yes of course. naturally" and he draws some mice in a teapot. and it looks very bad. and he's like kind of afraid of this four year old judging his art for some reason? bc okay he'll be honest her mouse didn't look like a mouse but the frog neighbor she drew that lived in the shoe in the woods next to the mouse family? dude
frank takes her job as an art critic very seriously, especially bc it's her dad's friend sammy and she loves her dad's friend sammy bc he's very silly and she thinks if she plays it up a lot he'll be very silly indeed. and he is. of course. bc he's sammy and he's talking to a four year old but as far as he's concerned this might as well be judgement day. frank declares his little mouse family in their little teapot house in the woods "very good. naturally" and sammy is like oh my god this kid just eviscerated me.
they trade pictures at the end of the day, of course. bc that's what u do when u spend the day coloring with children, u trade the pictures u drew. sammy facetimes vince one day, out of the blue. vince answers and sammy's like "hey, darling, put your kid on the phone" and vince goes to get frank and sammy can hear him say "hey kiddo sammy's asking for u" and he can also hear frank's subsequent shriek of delight and he feels a little warm even tho he still genuinely has no idea why she likes him so much. once frank's on the phone he's like "hey mouse check this out" and he turns the camera and there her picture is, with the teapot mice and the shoe frog, stuck to the front of his fridge with two little magnets on opposite corners, one mouse and one frog.
and frank goes nuts right bc like to her this is the highest honor. she's four years old, her dad's friend sammy's fridge may as well be the moma. but there vince is in the background, trying very hard to hide his smile bc it is way too fond, always too fond around sammy aguilar and he has no idea when that started to happen but that's a problem for later bc what he does know is this: sammy aguilar is not a man who is easily impressed. by anything. but he has a scribbled picture of rainbow mice and purple frogs hanging front and center on his fridge
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I did my homework and i did my chores, time to tackle on the third book of this series, Son of Ogre
Chapter 1
Okay but the fuck is Baki planning to do if he stops fighting? That's literally all he has, he's not smart
WOOH THATS A BIT REALISTIC
PREHISTORIC ELEPHANT?!
King just went to have a snack. Also FUCK does that meat look tasty FUCKKK
This baby so cute 🥺
I'm so glad Yuji is doing stupid hilarious shit again it had been a while
Congrats on Baki for that mantis
Chapter 2
Who tf is this kid?
Poor kid lmao, i assume he will meet Baki
Look at my boyyy
HSTSRFAYDF DON'T CALL HIM A MANLET
Imagine Baki actually kills this kid HSJDYSSHCBT
Third comment with a ton of likes is "we do not condone child violence. We do, however, find it hilarious"
Chapter 3
AH SHUT UPPP KIDDO
But i like Baki memeing a round a lil
Chapter 4
🥺🥺 that's so sweet...
HELLOOOO STRYDUM MY GOD YOUR TITS GOT FATTER SIR 😳😳
Yujiro is such a fucking threat to society lmao
I love seeing Baki with his eyes open, he's looking more like his old self
Oh, shadow boxing incoming, alright
Chapter 5
Yuri? 🥺 /j
THE RETURN OF IRON MICHAEL?!
Chapter 6
I love how there's our silly little mains after every cover LUV em <33
Baki just dissociating his ass out and using it on his favor, the king
Why is Baki eating sour prunes aren't those meant to be sweet?
We all salivating
Chapter 7
Love to see there are even more swears there now
I can put my face next to my foot too tho
FAGDRJSEHARD YUJIRO CAN BEAT THE CANCER HOW ICONIC 😍
Also i would LOVE to see Yuji fight an Orca
WHAT?!
I love how everyone in the comments is calling out Rumina for not seeing issue going down to a dark hidden basement with a shirtless man older than him
Chapter 8
"piggy back me" USHSYFLFUDSY
This fight is going to be good
Chapter 9
Imagine Baki dies right here right know against an imaginary mantis lmao
Okay Baki getting damaged makes sense but the WALL?
Baki's dead (GOD IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE SAID THAT)
Ffs it's true Baki COULD create himself a stand 😰
Chapter 10
OH FUCK IT'S TRUE
Chapter 11
This fight is so boring i had to take a 6 hour break
Baki just can't win against nature eh
This reminds me of Garland pulling a suplex on that Anaconda
Chapter 12
I can't wait for the main cast to ACTUALLY appear, instead of just, you know, them in the covers
This fight is slow but cool but slow
To fight a mantis you must think like a mantis 😎
Though it's true in this manga you will most likely win if you steal your opponent techniques so
Chapter 13
I MISS IGARI FUCKKK
This is so dumb i luv it
That mantis be swearing lmao
Love it when Baki goes full Yujiro
Chapter 14
TOBA...
Holy fuck do mantis fly?
Secret Chapter?
Is this how Yujiro got born?
Idk girl i would have killed him if i was you
WHAT.
I KNOW THOSE FROGS THEY ARE FROM PUERTO RICO I THINK
I might just be sleepy but this is so confusing
AKSHSKGSKSGSJSG JUST KILL THE BABY IT AINT THAT HARD
Chapter 15
GAIA...
Why is he like this?
Is "he" with us right now?
...gotta admit that IS true...
I love Strydum sksgwhwg
Yujiro really went XD
I don't think my man Arun in the comments is aware how gay what he said is, though maybe I'm wrong
Chapter 16
GOD THESE FUCKING COVERS MAKING ME SO NOSTALGIC, LOOK AT SPEC!
ANIME KENNEDY?!
I can't believe Bush is dead
AN ASIAN BOY HAS JUST KIDNAPPED THE PRESIDENT...
8 of January? My god he's a Capricorn
I'm sorry, what?
LAHQIGWKQFWKSFWIWG 😭😭
I love Baki so much, THIS IS THE KID THAT I MISSED SO MUCH
This explains why Baki was in prison clothes in the anime teaser
Chapter 17
BIG NUMBER
That one mf like 😐
Glad Baki is 18 now at least 😌
Love to see Oliva back
Chapter 18
This page not even bothering to charge the pages anymore
I'm sure there were better ways to go to jail, well, actually, no, but still
Toba used to just chew that off
Baki did that mantis hit you in the head too hard?
I. I watched way too many prison movies and shows. I don't like seeing someone as young and pretty as Baki in such a place. I rlly don't.
Chapter 19
Yanagi baby i miss you...
IRON MICHAEL?!
Mfkhsjsys 😳🥴
Eh got my hopes too high
CHE BAKI PIBE... LA PUTA MADRE NI ACA ME ESCAPO DE MIS COMPATRIOTAS
I hope he swears too i want to see a boludo o pelotudo PLEASE
I mean para pelotudos lo veo a Yujiro todo el tiempo pero igual JSGWKEGWG me pone bien argento ver al Che carajo
Chapter 20
HE SAID BOLUDO SUAHWKWGAKSGSKSGSKGD
I can't take this omfg new fav I'm sorry Doppo but he just said boludo 😭
Pendejo is more used as pibe here but i will let it pass bc idk the lingo in Cuba and he spent some time there so
Why don't i speak like this too ffs? All i do is say eh and call it a day
He's cocky enough to call anybody any age pibe so I'll let that pass too
Por favor no lo hagas che sksgwj
Chapter 21
Che, pibe, it's a good day to die...
Chapter 22
GSHAGSTSG he should have said "no boludo"
I'm falling in love with this boludo myself
That's talented and brutal
OH RIGHT YOU LOSE YOUR BALANCE WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THAT
Chapter 23
Hm that's, cringe
YESSS HE SAID PELOTUDO
OAHWLGWKQFSKSGSJS SIII ROMPELO TODO CHE, ROMPELO TODO POR DECIRTE YANKEE KSGSSJGS
Honestly i too get pissed off when called American or European, though i won't throw shit to Baki, he's some random 18 yo japanese boy, no way he would recognize latinoamerican lingo lmao
King shit Baki boy
Chapter 24
Oh that's why he's called Jun Guevara, that's fair
I like how they are mixing a bit of truth and a bit of lie it's fun at least
Chapter 25
I like how they are drawing nipples now, occasionally
I can't wait for Viêt to complain about propaganda in the comments
OH SHIT
😳 :Y
He's sooo nice 😍
Chapter 26
Only three? You mean the third is... 👁️👁️
HAHA YEAH YUJI-CHAN <3
I can't believe he works for the USA I'm crying and shaking rn
What a progressive manga, the three strongest and most dangerous men and none of them are white 😍
GET HIS ASS BAKI
Chapter 27
Why is this guy sweating sm?
LDYDYSUGFUDT BAKI PLS
I like how the only time Baki was willing to kill a person was when he thought Sikorsky had hurt his girl
Chapter 28
I feel like Ian will die
Man i love how Baki is drawn in this book
Ffs i called it, i have watched way too many prison things to know how shit goes down
I have seen these three before in fanart but I'm curious to see what they can do
Chapter 29
Their faces remind me of Doyle
OH I CANT WAIT TO SEE EM IN THE ANIME
ASSHOLE DON'T CALL ME STUPID 😢💔
I'm gonna struggle to tell em apart but i think I'll manage
Okay I'm not the only one who thinks they look like Doyle, fair
Chapter 30
The mouth vs Yujiro when?
Someone mentioned the have the same vibe as the dudes that worked with Gaia and like 👁️👁️
Chapter 31
Lmao someone in the comments recommended the same thing
These three must be great at sex (sorry)
KSHALDHDKD NEW FAV COMMENT: "go to Japan and look for the word "defeat". That way you won't feel cocky anymore"
Chapter 32
Hehe hello Junnn~
KSHAKDHKWGS
La luna
Chapter 33
LOS TRES...
Okay that's funny, hocico instead of mouth (hocico is used for animal mouths)
I'm so glad i know Spanish
The two things that drive me insane and make me ramble are Doppo's beauty and this stupid argentinian
OSHSKWGSKSG
Chapter 34
Imagine he's doing that illusion thing Dorian did
With his own blood, that's so cool...
Hoho...!
I did that once when i had a terrible nose bleed, didn't go well
Chapter 35
This book is fucking boring NGL
"now that you got no more urine left in you"
AH.
GAHDYR LMAO
Chapter 36
HO THAT TITLE, PLEEEASE I NEED SOMETHING, ANYTHING, TO HAPPEN
HHH he kinda cute...
Oww :(
JDJSJFRGAJ
God piantao is an old word i had never heard it before
AND he took a piss.
LOCO NO SEAS HOMOFÓBICO NINGUNA MINA ACA ES MEJOR QUE ESTE PIBITO TE LO ASEGURO SKSGSKGSJAAGS
Se me cayó un ídolo y yo que le quería dar 😔
ÑSHWQLSGOSGDKW
Let's see if he lied to Baki about just liking eh /j
Chapter 37
I luv Oliva lol
AJSGSKSLAGHS BAKI SNAPPED
I too wonder where the fuck Kozue is
Chapter 38
LSHSLDGSLSGSIEG
He is jealous of what you two have, it's normal, el Che just rejected his love after all ;/
Oliva is a king
OH A HANKERCHIEF I THOUGHT THAT WAS UNDERWEAR SHSGS-
Oh shit Oliva is like 45?! He looked so young
Te fuiste a la mierda, Che, el chabón estaba siendo re bueno con vos
Baki is just dead
Chapter 39
I love how realistic Che's fear is, he's rather smart, though not this time
POOR GUY AJSGSWJW
I didn't realize Che said "what more, it may be a woman!" but to be fair they ARE in jail so
Chapter 40
I'm feeling kinda bad for him ngl
I feel happy for him tho 🥺
Bruh they added one page after the ending of some naked anime girl tf 😐
Chapter 41
These prisoners having fun is kinda sweet
YO INSANE
Bitches be complaining about Maria's looks are just jealous 🥰
Chapter 42
Damn she lorge
He loves fighting naked eh
Only valid person is the one saying Oliva deserves better treatment which tbh true
Chapter 43
Fun fact i wear my jacket like El Che too, unless it's too cold
El che with the hair lose is so cute bro,,,
Something something fingering joke
Sikorski could fold a coin too
I bet the bandana will break
Chapter 44
I would have just fallen on top of him, how is he gonna counter that, eh?
Oh that super fun to know!
Oh the good ol dirty technique, i have seen this one before!
Chapter 45
NOOO MARIA DON'T DO THIS TO HIM
This fight is super cool tho i love these two characters
Chapter 46
They just keep changing the rules i think Itagaki is just flexing at this point
LAAOSFKAGSKAGSKAF???
Baki wants his protagonism back
I'm getting pissed off they keep putting semi naked underaged girls at the end of every chapter 😐
Chapter 47
Bruh just realized, the mouth got so hyped as this new cool villain and they died in their first appearance 😭
His damn bandana...
#luly talks#i hit character limit already waaa :(#but I'm too into this to stop reading lol#btg#this saga is a bit boring but el che is funny :)#baki liveblog
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Hi Gray!!! Please tell us about your awesome art style also fuck your teacher, I love the way you draw joints and noses. 1, 2, 22, and 23 for the ask game
LEA YOU'RE SO SWEET OMFG 😭😭😭
1. How would you describe your art style?
Hmm...doll-like but sophisticated? Idk if it's conceited to call my own style sophisticated but I feel like the very rendered hair and clothes along with anatomy coupled with the joints and my noses it...kinda works? This question is kinda hard ngl xD
2. What's your favorite thing about your style?
Already answered so I'll pick something different! I like my lined joints! My prof (different one lol) told me that it looks like I try to find closed shapes a lot when I draw, and he's right! I like that a lot :)
22. What inspires you?
Oh gosh, so many things! Definitely faces, lots of media I like (haha TMA just a little), anything cute or nostalgic for me, anything that looks like would translate well in my style, my friends, good references (ESPECIALLY pretty clothing ref) and fantasy!
23. What's something you hope people notice when looking at your art?
Already answered, so I'll paste my answer again! I don't really have a better one xD
Ooh, this is tricky! If I'm doing art based on a specific person/character that I didn't come up with the design for, I really hope likeness! I feel like I'm pretty good at capturing likeness so I'd definitely hope for that. Otherwise, definitely hair rendering/my stylistic choices
#LITERALLY LEA YOU'RE SO LOVELY THANK YOU 😭😭😭#I hope you're having such a good day#ask#ask meme#ask game#art asks#girlboss-annabelle-cane
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Hello, a friend of yours said you might be able to recommend some radiodust fanfics, and it can be anything im not picky
RadioDust fanfics you say? Alright *cracks knuckles* here we go.
1.) The Charismatic Cannibal’s Guide to Self Care
Rating: E
Summary: Alastor chuckled around a hand. Angel would never get over how shark-like he could look. Fangs were the norm here, but Alastor’s had a certain animal quality that fit strangely in a humanoid face. Too big and too many. And right now they were tinged with a hint of red from his choice of drink.
“So what,” he said, “would liven up the place for you, sport?”
You might assume that Angel Dust is the bad influence in every situation. You would be wrong.
The Radio Demon has plans for Hell, and plans for Angel. And they aren't pretty.
Will contain gore/cannibalism/murder and plenty of fun, bad people. Please read the tags and content warning. Plot now, smut to follow.
Personal thoughts: It only one chapter so far but I really like the premise.
2.) Their Arrangement
Rating: E
Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust have come to an agreement after Angel pushes the Radio Demon's buttons a little too far and inadvertently awakens the long forgotten urges buried under decades of bloodlust.
Personal thoughts: One of my literal favorites. Alastor and Angel’s evolving relationship from sex friends to ‘oh shit I have feelings’ *chef’s kiss*.
3.) Absolute Territory
Rating: E
Summary: Angel Dust is an absolute terror for Absolute Territory.
Alastor never knew he had a thing for stockings until Angel decides to flaunt a pair, matched with a pleated skirt and an oversized sweatshirt.
Personal thoughts: Have some good ol’ smut.
4.) Heart Between His Teeth
Rating: E
Summary: So maybe there are better things to life than being drugged and fucked so hard you can't even think for yourself.
Personal thoughts: OMFG. I CAN NOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC.
5.) Angel Dust’s Not So Illustrious Life
Rating: T
Summary: Alastor isn’t sure why he’s become Angel’s primary target, but the more he attempts to dissuade Angel’s advances, the more fervent they seem to become.
And maybe Alastor likes that...maybe...Yet it seems there’s more to Angel than innuendos and a quick romp.
Personal thoughts: I kinda love this fic a lot where Angel and Alastor respect each other’s boundaries.
6.) Caught In His Own Web
Rated:E
Summary: "So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never. Because the dance with the devil might last you forever."
Redemption is hard when you don't want to do it. Redemption is even harder when a certain Radio Demon keeps enabling your sinful behavior.
Personal thoughts: My favourite trope, bad people being worse together.
7.) I Thought I Knew You
Rated: M
Summary: Angel Dust can't ruin the hotel's reputation if he can't go outside. Or, at least, that's what Alastor says. Of course, it's all a ploy to torture Alastor's least favorite spider demon, but maybe he doesn't know Angel Dust as well as he thinks he does.
Personal thoughts: I really like this one especially since it feeds into my “Alastor is a dick in all AUs.”
8.) Sex, drugs and radio host
Rating: E
Summary: For some ungodly reason, Alastor decides to keep Angel safe and sound - meaning no sex, prostitution and certainly no drugs. Of course, this wild idea is met with more than a little resistance. But... no one ever cared if Angel was safe. And sometimes, all he would like is a hug. Sex sure is nice, but he is more than willing to explore the possibilities.
The trouble is, it doesn't seem like Alastor is offering anything specific. Keeping things strange and vague is not helping, especially when a new guest catches Alastor's attention.
Personal thoughts: Its cute and theres feelings involved is all I’m saying.
9.) Gentleman's Wager
Rating: None
Summary: Sick of listening to Angel Dust's crass and vulgar language, Alastor makes a bet with him. If Angel Dust can remain absolutely silent for one whole week, he'll give in and kiss him.
Personal thoughts: *inhales* JVKJGCHJCHJCVJHVJHGCJHCJHCGFD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLEASE READ IT.
10.) Triggered
Rating: None
Summary: Angel Dust had never really thought too much about the static hum surrounding Alastor wherever he went... until now anyway.
Personal thoughts: It's a very good fic about ANgel dealing with PTSD. Def check it out.
11.) Dinner and Drinks
Rating: None
Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust can barely tolerate each other and Charlie seeks to fix that.
Personal thoughts: Again, a slow development of Angel and Alastor’s relationship.
12.) You Do Something to Me
Rating: T
Summary: Alastor's radio signals go both ways, and for the past few decades he's tuned into the most beautiful voice. What a surprise to find the source in the Happy Hotel right under his nose.
A relationship that grows through music.
Personal thoughts: AGAIN, PLEASE READ THIS IT IS CUTE HECK AND WILL CLEAR YOUR SKIN. Also, its part 2: No One Knows Anything But Us
13.) 1932
Rating: M
Summary: The 1930s are the for perfect time to nurture any up-and-coming radio host or serial killer alike. Alastor is no exception.
Set in New Orleans in 1932, Alastor is living his best life. Broadcaster by day and home chef by night, he's learned that Jumbalaya is best served with a side of human liver and a still beating heart. That is until he brings the wrong meal to his table, a member of the Italian mafia, and ends up biting off more than he can chew.
With his latest meal escaping the table and his identity running the risk of being found out, Alastor faces his biggest hunt yet. The streets of New Orleans are his forest and this time, it's his head on the platter.
AKA Alastor screws up and now has to fix his mess in Dixieland while balancing his day job, cannibalistic hunger, and learn how to be a decent human being for once along the way. Should be fun.
Personal thoughts: I absolutely adore this fic. Please give it a shot.
14.) Contracts and Deals Series
Rating: E
Summary: Angel Dust, Hell's number one porn actor.
Alastor, Hell's most renowned overlord.
The two cross paths.
Angel makes a deal with Alastor to get out of his contract with Valentino. One thing leads to another.
Personal thoughts: It’s a good series that eventually gets really fluffy.
15.) Good Management
Rating: M
Summary: Alastor thought he had Angel Dust filed away into his niche box in the Hotel. He was wrong. But he's a good enough manager to fix his responsibilities.
Personal thoughts: Its AngeliaDark. You know it’s good.
16.) Anything for you
Rating: M
Summary: Valentino faces the consequences of hurting someone that Alastor deeply favors
i.e. Val fucking dies
Personal thoughts: Any fic where Val dies is a good fic.
17.) Predator and Prey
Rating: M
Summary: Every couple of years, Angel Dust goes through a change that makes him a lot less tolerable to be around, for many more reasons than one. The staff of the Hotel are about to learn that the hard way, none more so than Alastor.
Personal thoughts: Okay so, slight dubcon, would recommend checking the tags before going into it. Though I love how it tackles on the story of Alastor being a deer which is technically a prey animal and Angel being the predator for once. Absolutely love it.
18.) Good Tidings
Rating: T
Summary: A Christmas party in Hell isn't the big selling point for the Happy Hotel (For Hazbins), but Charlie feels that the holiday season is just what her friends need to open up to and help one another.
So what better way to do it than with a Secret Santa?
When Angel Dust draws none other than his crush, the Radio Demon, he knows he has one shot to not eff it up.
Personal thoughts: Really fluffy, a good read. Highly recommend it.
19.) Vanilla Bean
Rating: T
Summary: Alastor decides to try his hand at pet names and inadvertently offends Angel Dust. Rated T for swearing and there's suggestive content if you close one eye, tilt your head, and squint.
Personal thoughts: Okay so i loved this one because of how badly these two handle communication.
20.) For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear
Rating: M
Summary: Alastor's solitude is interrupted by Angel Dust who has just escaped a rough client and the two spend the last moments of 2019 together.
Personal thoughts: Love love love this. I just love Angel and Alastor dancing together okay.
21.) I Like It Better When I'm With You
Rating: M
Summary: Angel deals with feelings. Alastor deals with feelings. Just a whole lot of pining.
Personal thoughts: Summary says it all.
22.) Technical Difficulties
Rating: M
Summary: The hotel is running relatively well. Relationships between Alastor and the rest of the staff are budding surprisingly smoothly. And then the rainfall starts up, threatening all of it.
Alastor's out of tune.
Personal thoughts: I love how this is written. Slowburn but worth it.
23.) Lurking in the Shadows
Rated M
Summary: 5 instances where a curious and head-over-heels shadow follows Angel Dust around and 1 time where Angel decides to follow it instead.
Personal thoughts: It’s very cute how Alastor’s shadow pines after Angel.
24.) Crossroads
Rating: M
Summary: A mafioso’s and a murderous radio star’s paths collide in New Orleans in the winter of 1933.
Personal thoughts: OKAY SO I REALLY LOVE THIS BECAUSE HUMAN AUS ARE MY JAM AND THEN ALASTOR AND ANGEL BEING TERRIBLE HUMANS TOGETHER IS EVEN BETTER.
25.) Needle Through a Bug
Rating: E
Summary: Angel wakes up in a hospital after a party. His doctor is very strange, worryingly so. Still, he can't help but be intrigued.
Personal thoughts: Doctor AU. Alastor is insane. I love it because Alastor manages to be as creepy as possible while saving lives.
26.) My Roommate's a Demonic Deer
Rating: M
Summary: Don't you hate it when you "accidentally" summon a demon to fix a problem within your home, only to find out that they don't do that, so now you're stuck with a cannibalistic demon that constantly tracks blood onto the floor, brings other unholy beings into your apartment, and makes amazing jambalaya? It's amazing insanity!
Personal thoughts: Lmao I love demon summoning gone wrong so this was really an amazing read. Angel being a true himbo is always the best.
27.) Human Hazbin Roommates AU series
Rating: E, M
Summary: A series of porny RadioDust one-shots depicting modern human AU roommate life.
Notes:
Glimpses into the human lives of insufferable roommates.
(AKA This was supposed to be a practice at writing present tense smut and it devolved into sex and feelings)
Personal thoughts: Dive in for the smut, come out with the feels.
28: Darker Side of Hell series
Rating: E
Summary: Follow Charlie and later Alastor as part of my Story for the Hazbin hotel... It ain't pretty, so enjoy!
Personal thoughts: Not everyone’s cup of tea so i suggest reading the tags but I really love this series a lot. Angel being awkward and in love is the best shit ever. Its an amazing series.
29.) Scorched, Uninhabited, Rejected
Rating: M
Summary: When Hell suddenly loses all working functions, and angels start dropping from their overhead perches to attack the underworlds population, Charlie has no idea what to do before she's suddenly face to face with a Archangel. Though something, clearly, isn't right about the air the angel assures her to keep those who are dear tucked tightly by her side as the disaster struggles to fix itself.
But nothing is as it seems, Overlords' powers are dwindling and even her own is becoming strained as she struggles to protect her beloved hotel and friends from the Exterminators outside.
Personal thoughts: *vibrates* Can’t say much without spoilers so I’m just gonna beg ya all to read this.
30.) The Thin Line
Rating: None
Summary: Studies say it takes fifty hours of interaction before you consider someone a casual friend and two hundred to be a close friend. Alastor and Angel Dust manage to skip right past close friends to something more without either even noticing they've crossed the line.
31.) La Vie En Rose
Rating: G
Summary: Alastor learns that Angel is afraid of thunderstorms, and Angel in turn learns about the Radio Demon.
32.) falling
Rating: M
Summary: "You're hot as fuck, be my boyfriend."
That was perhaps the worst thing he could've possibly said from that standpoint.
A college setting where Angel gets suddenly awful at flirting when it comes to the face of his crush, a cute library assistant that goes by Alastor.
Personal thoughts: COLLEGE AU COLLEGE AU.
33.) Old Habits Die Hard
Rating: G
Summary: Angel decides to bring back a little habit of his after having a rough time.
Personal thoughts: Hella soft, please read.
34.) Handwritten
Rating: None
Summary: Alastor imagines Angel must be lonely in heaven, he writes to keep him company.
A series of letters addressed to Angel.
Personal thoughts: Hi, do you like crying into your pillow at 2 AM? You do? The look no further, this is the fic for you! Now, with extra heart wrenching feels!
35.) Relapse and Recovery
Rating: T
Summary: Going clean was never going to be easy, but easy was something Angel Dust never expected going into this anyway. At least he has a good support system to help him along the way.
Personal thoughts: I just really like AngeliaDark’s fics okay.
36.) Catalyst
Rating: T
Summary: All couples have their downfalls, and an event that should have been celebrated only drives Alastor and Angel Dust apart.
Personal thoughts: Love love love this. It’s very well written, reads easy and you’ll feel fluffy for days.
37.) Dinner Date: A RadioDust Tale
Rating: E
Summary: Angel Dust finally finds a way to get Alastor to agree to a 'date'. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Sometimes literally.
Personal thoughts: One of my favourite stories about RadioDust.
38.) This One's Dedicated to [static interruption]
Rating: M
Summary: A couple of years since the hotel's opening, the residents have settled down into a fairly tolerable routine. Recently, some of them have begun experiencing peculiar symptoms which become more noticeable as time passes. To his dismay, the Radio Demon finds that he is not immune.
A chance encounter with Angel Dust propels the two demons together as they attempt to answer what's behind the unusual phenomena, while rediscovering all the things they thought dead and buried along the way.
Personal thoughts: Slowburn but definitely worth it. I love the story and how it’s progressing with a certain mystery surrounding the whole plot.
Also slight self plug I guess:
39.) 14 ways to say “I Love You”
Rating: T
Summary: Just a collection of small drabbles I’m writing on based on single word prompts.
Please check it out if you’re a fan of odd AUs.
Wowee, that’s a lot. I’m gonna call it a night and say that’s all for today. I hope you enjoy these!
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happy birthday to my dear friend risu! (@risusgarbage)
here’s a cute drawing of our sibling zelink fanchildren ivy and ancel ;; cause i love them and there’s nothing i enjoy more than spend hours and hours making headcanons and aus about these two with you! i have so many fond memories of developing these two over the years, i hope we can come up with even more angsty headcanons/aus for them!
hope you have a rad birthday! ALSO i decided to make a BONUS:
our sibling hildavio fanchildren too! lmao fiori and lancel! clearly the zelink kids inherited dad’s love for adventuring while the hildavio kids are all about rupees like their bunny dad lmao
ALSO ivy and fiori (the girls) belong to my friend risu!
while ancel and lancel (the boys) belong to me! (lmao i’m so original with the names)
#the legend of zelda#loz#zelink#hildavio#fanchildren#for some weird reason tumblr WON'T let me tag you in the post ;; it just won't#ANYWAY i hope you like it!#i tried really hard not to butcher ivy's hair aaaah but i don't think i succeeded lmao#at least i tried omfg#i just love our children so much#ALSO drawing fiori+lancel was so much fun#BUNNY DAD IS PROUD OF HIS TRASH CHILDREN LMAO#i was gonna add babysitter sheerow but i ACTUALLY forgot gdi#also ancel has a bandaid on his nose#cause he's an hyperactive kid that can't stand still for 2 seconds#grandma impa has like 20 mini heart attacks every day thanks to this trash kid too lmao
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Please, I'd love to request a Jason in a villain pile. Could include Ra's, Lex, Slade and Roman. With praise kink. Thank you
omfg, i’m so sorry, given i totally forgot the praise kink part of the prompt because i was too focused trying to make sure i didn’t forget anyone of them 😂 if anything doesn’t make particular sense, i’m sure it’s because i fucked up
Jason is playing with fire.
He knows that better than anyone else.
Jason also could have picked anyone else. But that isn’t the point. The point is that he thoroughly fucks with Bruce by fucking through his Rogues Gallery. Except he doesn’t just pick the bad ones, he finds the villainous ones that even Batman has a hard time dealing with.
It’s probably truly worrying how much he likes the warmth their fire burns across his skin.
To Ra’s, he is a marvel.
A mystery unto itself. Not a gift or an end but the means to an end that never comes.
Jason grasps at the man’s wrist in an attempt to stave off that overwhelming need to come. He doesn’t want that, not yet. Not when he’s just got them all here. Feels like a rare occasion, something that borderlines special and just for him. The Demon’s Head chuckles and it reverberates while Jason just groans deeply, his thighs dropping wider even before any one of them makes him spread it.
Ra’s fucks three of his fingers deeper in response, all the way in until the cool press of his rings bumps against his entrance like a promise. He arches his back, he shoves his hips down.
It’s frantic, an aborted motion when he is kept still with a hand at his throat.
“Patience is virtue, child.” Ra’s tells him, fingertips over the bruises they leave like a halo around his neck.
Jason leans into it, moans softly with it, only to have the noise cut short when Roman shoves a thumb roughly between his lips.
It is the signature stench of Black Mask that Jason has all but memorized, all butter soft as it drags almost lovingly over the flat of his tongue, stirring against it to fill his nose and every little crevices within the cavern of his mouth. He swallows thickly at the drool that gathers, and it’s the heavy heady taste of worn leather that goes down. And it’s like Roman is already buried all the way down to fill his throat.
“Wrong place to be looking for virtue here.” Slade murmurs as he grazes a finger down Jason’s sternum as he stands next to him, watches the way Jason’s skin pebbles beneath his touch. Jason’s eyes follow at half-mast the way Deathstroke doesn’t avoid even the worst of his scars, hardly even lingers at how the stark cut of his autopsy bisects his torso. “Least of all, when the kid’s this eager to get back at Daddy.”
Slade twists at a hard nipple, laughs a little at the grimace Jason lets out when he pulls and smirks at the full body flush of pleasure that Jason can’t quite hide when he’s stripped out of all his clothes while they stand around him in full three piece suits.
Red Hood might win Comeback Villain of the Year but it’s hardly the award ceremony that matters, it’s always been the after party, and this is it.
“You look a lot like you could be one of his but you don’t act much like the Bat.” Roman withdraws his thumb and lets the tacky strands of spit draw long before they finally snap. The man goes for his pants, drags the zipper down until he can pull his cock out while Luthor does the same.
“Then he’s got you fooled, Roman. Not that it takes much.” Lex points out, and the two of them sneer at one another at the frankly pathetically low aim. They are both hard, and they’re also waiting. “Red Hood here is just like his father, a bleeding heart with a penchant for collecting lost strays.”
Jason turns over, from his back to pick himself up so he can get up on his hands and knees. He is at their feet, and in anyone else’s eyes, he’s at their mercy too. He leans forward, deliberately drops a kiss to the tip of their cocks while he looks up at them from beneath his lashes, tasting the salty precum going especially bitter when he dips his tongue over their slits.
“Don’t bring my friend into this, Luthor.” Jason warns the man with his teeth bared, canines glinting dangerously and his threat is hardly subtle: He’s not in control but neither are they, not fully any way.
He is a willing party in all of this, more than willing if pressed for an answer, and this is what he hopes will gut Bruce to the core. That he hasn’t just fallen but that he’s fallen so far.
Slade’s hand drags through Jason’s hair and a rumble of his words with it, blunt fingernails across the scalp and it wracks a shiver down the length of Jason’s spine like he knows it would. “And here, I thought we’re all friends.”
“Friend is a very far stretch even between us.” Ra’s interrupts, one hand curling around Jason’s waist, each point of his fingertips dig into flesh as he pulls him away from Slade’s grip, just enough to drag Jason to him. His other hand comes down over the curve of Jason’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose the pucker of his pink hole all shiny with slick.
Even with both hands on the ground to keep his balance, Jason nearly drops forward with how deep the man goes without warning.
An easy enough push, and Ra’s Al Ghul is all the way inside on the initial thrust. Jason’s breath hitches beautifully, and his skin blooms in colours in the shape of their hands all over him.
“But we can still have fun, can’t we?” Slade guides Jason forward with his fingers gripping his hair, leads him up from his hands to simply on his knees so his face lines up with Luthor and Sionis’ cocks. And it’s almost considerate when Slade allows him just enough give so he can still be pulled back to take Ra’s to the hilt.
“Thought we were already doing that.” Roman adds on a low groan that escapes from between his teeth when Jason tries to take both of them inside.
Their cocks smear messily, and Jason settles for taking Roman into his mouth while Lex’s drags across his cheek leaving a streak of precum in its wake. Jason hollows his cheeks, sucks in earnest as he works his tongue at the underside.
Slade lets go of Jason’s hair, grins at the tiny keen Jason lets escape at the loss of that centering grip even with a mouth crammed full of their cocks. “I’m sure Red Hood can do better than just this.”
His face is red, seam of his lips stretched wide, and the inside of his mouth is all soft wet heat as he sloppily pulls off of Roman just to let Luthor fuck his face. Jason reaches out, takes Slade in hand and jerks him off, motion stuttering in its rhythm as he is rocked back and forth between them.
When Slade cracks a hand down across Jason’s ass with considerable strength, it gets his body clenching down even tighter if the low noise Ra’s lets out is any indication of what a nice sweet hole he will make for them when they’ve all had their turns.
#dn-ky#sladejay#rasjay#romanjay#luthorjay#jason todd#kuro's 200 subs promptathon#im still screaming at myself that i forgot the praise kink part lmao#sorry for the wait i'm back from vacation and i'm back on my bullshit
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Jealousy’s a Dancer - starker/spidershield, ft creepy Norman
hello you fucking ray of sunshine, can you write one where norman osborne goes to some big ballet production where Peter is dancing (the nutcracker? it's christmas?) and literally just falls in love with my boo and starts stalking him but peter doesn't want to worry anyone and so the tony&gang are so fkn jealous and possessive in diff ways and then norman SNATCHES MY BABE and gets bruised up and hurt in the process and they raise HELL... OR (same anon, ran out of space bc i love everything you write and you scratch my NEED for soft, sweet adorable peter) you can just make it a drabble and make it solely starker or steve/peter or whatever is easiest for you. omfg i love you. i'm gonna go crawl back to hell; the tour bus is leaving without me
This is the nicest way anyone has ever asked for a story ever??? So, um, I love you. Let’s get all sorts of married. And I hope this doesn’t disappoint!
TW: mentions of violence, kidnapping, jealousy, obsession. Mafia Boss Tony and Body Guard Steve, Ballerina Peter
Tony’s face is creased with worry and regret, as he draws Peter into his arms and kisses him firmly on the forehead. “I’m so sorry I won’t make it, sweetheart,” he whispers, and Peter smiles, and surges onto his tiptoes and kisses Tony right on the nose.
“Daddy,” he murmurs sweetly, shaking his head. “It’s okay, really. Steve’s coming and ’m on for five nights, you can-“
“But I’m missing opening night.” Tony groans, “and you’ve been working so hard, and I…” he shakes his head angrily, and there’s murder in his eyes. “I’m gonna kill whoever it was that blew up our shipment, baby. Because they’ve interfered with you and I never tolerate that.”
Peter wants to urge his boyfriend not to kill anyone, but really, there’s no convincing Tony when he’s this upset. So, instead, he peppers kisses onto Tony’s beard until the older man huffs a fond laugh and hoists Peter up into a hug.
“You’re going to be superb,” Tony insists, and he smells of gunpowder and and expensive fabric. It’s a smell Peter associates with safety and comfort, and he nuzzles in closer. “You give me the names of anyone who doesn’t give you a standing ovation and I’ll hunt them down.”
Peter giggles at that and promises for the umpteenth time that it’s really, really okay, before Tony finally goes to sort out business.
Opening night is tomorrow, and he’s still a little jittery. But he’s excited, and he can’t wait, and he hopes the reviews are good and-
The front door opens and for a second Peter thinks Tony’s come back and decided to leave the manhunting for another night- but it’s Steve, wrapped up warm from the cold, winter air.
“Steve!” Peter squeals delightedly, bounding into his arms, and Steve chuckles, catching him easily and kissing him gently on the lips. “You just missed Tony!”
“Shit, really?” Steve frowns, setting Peter down gently and unwinding his scarf. “I have to talk to him- something big’s come up- Dubroveski’s doubled his men, I have to go with him.”
Peter nods worriedly, following on his heels as Steve heads for the bedroom. “Do you want me to call him for you or…?”
Steve shakes his head distractedly. “No, no, baby, don’t worry. I’ll pack a bag real quick and catch up with him at the airport.”
Peter nods, and sits on the bed as Steve packs. It then occurs to him that-
“Oh!” He gasps, a little sadly, and Steve’s head snaps up worriedly. “Oh- it’s nothing, really,” he hurries, but those blue eyes are relentless, so Peter’s shoulders slump a little and he blushes. “It’s silly, really, I know how important your work is but- it’s opening night tomorrow and-“
“Shit.” Steve whispers, closing his eyes in frustration. He immediately abandons his bags and comes to sit by Peter on the bed. “Shit, baby, I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have slipped my mind. You know what, I’ll have Clint tail Tony instead and-“
“No, no!” Peter insists worriedly, because Steve is the best bodyguard and Peter couldn’t handle it if something happened to Tony because Peter had been selfish. “You have to go, it’s fine! You can both come to one of the other nights.”
Steve frowns, shaking his head. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, scooping Peter up and onto his lap. “I’m sorry, doll, really.”
Peter smiles warmly, “I know you are. Now come on, if you don’t pack Tony one of his Armani suits he’s gunna be angry that he couldn’t do his fashion power play.”
Steve snorts at that. “It is his go to move.”
***
Norman normally doesn’t care for the ballet.
If anything, he’s annoyed that he’s here. Some bullshit tickets were purchased for Oscorp’s charity fundraiser and here he is, in one of the most expensive seats, watching the Nutcracker.
It’s a cliché of a Christmas ballet and he’s wondering whether he can get away with sleeping through it when-
The boy walks on.
He’s beautiful. One of the most beautiful young men Norman has ever seen. He can’t be older than 21 and his costume is fitted, leaving nothing to the imagination, and he’s cloaked in pink glitter and salmon silk and Norman coils his hands into fists and wants.
Suddenly, he’s very grateful for his vantage point, and for the viewing glasses he has. Suddenly, he’s invested.
The boy is the epitome of grace and elegance as he moves. Technically perfect and wonderfully in tune with the music. Norman was forced to see a lot of ballet performances as a boy and he knows that there’s no wonder this boy was cast as Clara. He’s perfect.
The look on his face when the Nutcracker falls, how he falls to his knees, lips parted in a soundless gasp of pain, how he leaps into the air like he weighs less than a feather-
It makes Norman dizzy with desire. How that supple body would feel writhing under his hands, what the boy’s voice sounds like- no doubt, as pretty as him.
When the boy’s not on stage, Norman leafs through the pamphlet. Peter Parker as Clara. Peter Parker. A pretty name for a pretty boy.
He wants to suck hickies into that perfect, marble skin.
The hours pass by like minutes, and when the curtain falls, he’s up on his feet just like everyone else, but he’s only applauding one person.
And it’s the boy who outshone all the dancing dolls and snowflakes and soldiers.
He’s applauding Peter Parker.
*
Because he’s Norman Osborn, billionaire and tech-tycoon, it’s easy to get backstage, and what surprises him is the lack of anyone at Peter’s dressing room door.
No girlfriend, then? No boyfriend? People are clearly blind.
Norman knocks, checks his perfectly tailored suit, and is still winded when Peter opens the door.
This close he can see everything. The smattered of freckles across the boy’s dainty nose. The faint dimples as he smiles. The flushed skin with a few strands of oaky, chestnut hair stuck to his forehead. He’s dainty, so small and slender, and he smells like perfume and flowers. The scent is intoxicating.
“Hi?” Peter smiles warmly, looking at him.
“Peter,” Norman grins, extending his hand. “I’m Norman Osborne. I just wanted to stop by and say that you were- are- absolutely remarkable. An exquisite dancer .The true stand out of the company.”
“Mr Osborne?” Peter repeats, aghast. “From Oscorp Industries?”
Norman grins; sharp and proud. “The very same.”
And then the compliment seems to sink in, and the boy goes an even more delicious shade of pink, and he’s inviting Norman into his dressing room. “Thank you so much- I mean- everyone was amazing though. I mean, Harlequin’s dance? I never could have done that in a thousand years, Ronda is amazing-“
“You’re too modest,” Norman cuts him off, even though he’d quite like to listen to the lovely lilt of the boy’s voice for hours. “Forgive me for being too bold, but could I take you out for a drink to celebrate? Perhaps even dinner? You must be starving after a performance like that.”
Peter flushes again, it goes right down his neck. “Mr Osbourne, you’re too kind, really, but you don’t have to-“
“It would be my pleasure.”
Peter smiles, but his eyes are slightly hesitant. They’re lovely eyes. Like melted amber and caught sunlight. “I’m in a relationship, Mr Osbourne,” he says apologetically, “though I’d love to get a drink as friends? I’m not much of a wine drinker but I’ll never say no to something sweet.”
A relationship, Norman wants to roll his eyes. It can’t be much of one, if whoever it is isn’t even here. They don’t deserve a boy like Peter. They wouldn’t know what to do with those needy fingertips and desperate whimpers-
Whoever they are, they’re irrelevant. So, he plays along. “As friends, I would be thrilled.” And he offers his arm.
Like the perfect boy he is, Peter takes it.
**
Peter is a vision the second night.
Tony is the first on his feet when the curtain closes, whistling and clapping so hard his palms sting. Steve’s applauding beside him- the whole crowd follow suit and get to their feet, and when the curtain rises and Tony sees his boy, he whistles loudly and throws bouquet after bouquet of blue roses onto the stage.
He’s front row, dead centre, so Peter sees him immediately and bows low and gorgeous.
God, he was perfect. Tony is going to come and watch this performance every night. Peter’s hypnotising on stage. As graceful as a snowflake, he was made to dance.
“You were incredible!” Steve gushes once they’re backstage, scooping Peter into his arms and spinning him around in the air. Peter’s still in his tutu- frilly white and fringed with silver, and he giggles with delight, before Tony reaches in to grab his boy into his arms and kiss him hard.
“Bambino, you’re perfect. Sublime. You’ve blown me away.”
Peter laughs, kissing the underside of Tony’s jaw.”I’m pretty sure those flowers will be covering the stage for ages! How many did you buy?”
“Nowhere near enough for you.” He promises, and Peter laughs- head tipping back, glitter shimmering all over his face. He’s gorgeous, when-
“Norman!” Peter beams, and Steve stiffens as someone enters. Tony turns and his eyes widen a fraction- that’ll all the response he’ll show outwardly. But inwardly, he’s furious. That’s Norman Osbourne, what the hell is Peter doing greeting him like an old friend?
Norman smiles warmly, enveloping Peter in a hug that’s far too fucking familiar- Tony’s already reaching for his gun, but Steve’s hand is gentle and warning on his elbow. Norman’s in a fucking three piece suit- deep green with streaks of velvet embroidery, and Tony’s in Tom Ford- his suit is more expensive, no doubt, but Norman’s suits him better.
When Osbourne finally looks at him, he’s smiling like he knows. It’s a tight, smug, cordial smile. “Tony Stark. What a surprise it is to see you at a place so cultured.” His eyes drift to Steve and he chuckles. “And not without protection, of course.”
“Osbourne.” Tony greets bitterly, “and what are you doing here? Preying on the souls of the young, or-“
“Guys,” Peter laughs nervously, moving to stand between them. “Tony, Steve, this is Norman. We met yesterday at opening night when he came to congratulate me and took me out for a few drinks. And Norman, this is Tony- who you already know- and Steve, my boyfriends.”
Tony smirks, mean and victorious, at Norman’s look of surprise.
“Boyfriends.” Norman repeats, still a little starstruck. “So modern.”
“Peter knows what he wants.” Steve murmurs lowly, and Norman sizes him up, before accordingly stepping back. This isn’t his arena, Tony knows. Norman may have a legitimate tech business but he has a number of goons who Tony’s run into before. Ties to the seedy underbelly of New York.
And now Peter knows him. Norman’s come along- must have done his research about Peter- knew Tony wouldn’t be here and-
“I won’t keep you.” Norman smiles, all polite and fake, “I just wanted to say you were spectacular again, Peter. We must have lunch sometime.”
“Oh sure!” Peter beams, curls tumbling into his eyes. “Text me anytime.”
“Texting.” Norman chuckles again, heading for the door. “So modern.”
*
Peter is, understandably, angry when Tony bans him from ever seeing Norman again.
Steve tries not to get too involved, because he knows how quickly Tony’s jealousy can shift to anger, but Peter is yelling now, and Steve can’t bear it when they fight.
“He didn’t even know I was with you!” Peter cries, out of his outfit now, and in his warm, pink pastel pyjamas. He’s still got speckles of glitter across his freckles, but his cheeks are flushed with indignation.
Tony lets out a patient sigh. He’s still in his suit- he’s been pacing agitatedly since they got back, calling some of the others to see if Norman had been sniffing around their operation- and he leans against his oak desk and shakes his head. “Baby, you’re too trusting. He’s lying to you-“
“I’m not-“ Peter glares at him, choking a little, “I’m not an idiot, Tony, he’s not using me! He just- he just wanted to be friends-“
“He’s dangerous.” Tony growls, standing up straight. “I won’t let you put yourself in danger. You’ve known him for what, a day? And you’re already picking him over me?”
Peter gapes at him, swiping his hand viciously through his curls. “Picking him? Tony, I just don’t want you to tell me who I can and can’t see! He’s been nothing but nice to me-“
“He’s using you, Peter, don’t be so blind!” Tony yells.
Tears, crystal and sparkly, slip from Peter’s eyes and he wipes them away as fast as they appeared. Steve gets to his feet and crosses the room, pulling Peter into his arms. He gives Tony a warning look, but the brunet already looks contrite. “That’s the only reason anyone would even talk to me, right? To get to you?
“That’s not what I meant, piccolo, I just worry about you.”
Peter turns away from him, and buries his face into Steve’s chest. He hugs him tightly, rubbing his hands up and down Peter’s small frame. Steve doesn’t trust Norman either but…Norman had looked surprised to see the two of them- to learn about their relationship to Peter. Plus, Tony keeps Peter so well hidden- how could Norman have known-
Tony can’t bear it any longer, before he crosses the room in three long strides and wraps his arms around Peter too, so their boy is cuddled between them. “Let me look into it first,” he pleads quietly, “just to make sure- just to check. Peter, if something happened to you, I-“ his voice wavers uncharacteristically, “I’m not sure what I’d do. But I’m pretty sure a murderous rampage is fairly high on the list.”
Peter looks up, cracking a small smile, and threads his fingers through Tony’s. “And if you don’t find anything?” He asks, sniffling.
Tony pauses, but under Steve’s glance, he sighs. “If there’s nothing then, I won’t stop you.”
*
Try as Tony might to find something, he doesn’t.
It seems more and more likely that Norman found Peter quite by chance, which is just…furiously unlucky.
But true to his word, he doesn’t stop Peter from hanging out with him.
His jealousy gets the better of him a lot of the time. He’s a possessive bastard. Steve’s managing to be above it all, and Tony tries to listen to his advice but it’s hard.
Because all the things he loves most about Peter- his big, honest eyes, his innocence, his belief, his ability to see the best in absolutely everyone- well, it’s all the things that are allowing Norman to elbow his way in.
So far, Norman and Peter have only met up twice- Norman had magically appeared at Peter’s final night of the ballet, and they’d gone out to brunch at a small bistro up on Terrace street the next morning.
Nothing’s happening. Nothing’s happening, Tony knows that. He trusts Peter- he knows that Peter would never, ever cheat. And Peter’s so open about everything- he keeps his phone unlocked and Tony’s seen him texting over his shoulder- all the messages to Norman are polite and courteous and-
Peter is an angel.
But he’s their angel. He’s with Tony and Steve, and-
Tony is greedy. He doesn’t want their boy out with anyone else and-
“Tony,” Steve says urgently, walking into the room with a frown on his face. “Has Peter called yet? I told him to message by six, but he’s still not back.”
“He hasn’t.” Tony mutters worriedly, reaching for his phone. “Who’s he out with?”
“Norman.”
*
This is all rather humiliating, if he’s honest.
His head still throbs from where it was slammed into the brickwork, and he thinks his lip is busted from the struggle he put up as he was loaded into the back of a limo.
It’s a nice limo, he thinks dully, looking up at the open roof. He can see the stars rolling by. There are plush leather seats and it smells clean.
Tony’s limo is nicer, though. It has a mini-fridge stocked with all of Peter’s favourite snacks, and there are comfy throw pillows everywhere.
“I wish it hadn’t had to be like this.” Norman says, and Peter lets out a muffled noise through the gag, to see the man looking down at him. “But he’s got you so wrapped around his finger, pet. They don’t care about you. They weren’t even there at your opening night. They let you come out with me. Besides, Stark’s involved with- dangerous operations. Someone like you shouldn’t be anywhere near his line or work.”
Peter rolls his eyes in annoyance, shimmying onto his back. His vision is still a little dizzy, but all he can think of is how smug Tony is gunna be.
Damn, Peter should have listened to him. He’s always right, in the end.
Right on cue- a horrible screeching rings out as another vehicle scrapes along the side of the limo. Norman jolts up, but Peter just curls into a ball and tucks himself as far under the seats as he can- just like Steve taught him.
The screech happens again, and then the driver swerves and they crash to a halt-
Cold wind whips in as the door is wrenched open, and Steve is there- tugging Norman out of the car, and then-
Tony’s there, and he’s scooping Peter out and removing his gag.
“You were right,” Peter gasps, even as he’s carried bridal style in Tony’s arms to their own car. “I’m sorry.” He nuzzles into his throat. “You’re right, I should have- I should have listened to you-“
“Precious boy,” Tony mutters, yanking a blanket from Clint to wrap over Peter’s shoulders as he’s buckled in. His touch is quick, but careful, his fingers dragging softly over Peter’s skin. “Never change.” And he kisses Peter’s forehead-
That’s when he notices the little trickle of blood, and his worry morphs into cold fury.
Peter tries not to smile. That’s Tony’s killing look. Norman’s going to die.
“You hurt, baby?” He hisses, hands curled into fists and Peter leans in to kiss him on the lips.
“I love you,” he says instead, and Tony kisses him back- distracted for a moment- before he goes to join Steve.
Peter can briefly hear Norman begging, but then the door is being shut and radio is being flipped on.
“Steve put some ice packs in the bag,” Clint says, “he thought you might need ‘em.”
Peter smiles, reaching for one and pressing it gingerly to his head. He thinks he might fall asleep. “Tell them I love them?” He asks drowsily, and Clint smiles warmly at him.
“Sure thing, kid. But trust me- they already know.”
#starker#peter x tony#peter x steve#mafia boss tony#body guard steve#ballet dancer peter#soft peter#protective tony#possessive tony#kidnapping#happy ending#protective steve#norman osbourne#jealousy#mentions of violence#spidershield
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Emergency Contact
A/N: omfg I've been working on this since June I hate myself so much but anyway this was requested by @tydontstop here you go I may not be done yet~
yay it’s my birthday
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Flatmate!AU
Pairing: Jackson Wang x gn!Reader
Summary: When you found a new flatmate, neither of you knew that you’ve been passing by each other by the finest thread.
Word Count: 12k
Warnings: mentions of death, coma, car accidents, depression
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The hospital receptionist’s face fell when she caught sight of Jackson walking in. Her face twisted in pity, but the boisterous arrival didn’t seem to notice.
“Good morning, Yeeun-ssi!” He greeted cheerfully, sliding his visitor’s pass across the front desk. “I ran late yesterday so I couldn’t make it.”
Yeeun seemed to be holding in an ocean of sorrow as she pushed the card back to him. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Jackson’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, sorry? For wh-“ He fell silent, gazing at Yeeun, who couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. “No,” he breathed out. “That can’t be.”
“I tried calling you yesterday, sir,” she pleaded. “If only it was just a day later…” She shook her head sadly. Fate was cruel.
Could I have said goodbye? Jackson thought.
“How did he…?”
“They…they pulled the plug.”
-
You opened your eyes to the jarring sound of your alarm, wishing more than anything else that you were dreaming and it wasn’t yet morning. But no. When did things ever go your way? Blindly reaching out, you smashed the snooze button.
Groaning, you pushed away covers that weren’t even there. In the heat, you had kicked off the thin blanket you draped over yourself anyway—again.
It was only morning, but you could already feel the humidity beginning to cling to your skin. How you wished you could fall back onto the mattress and drift off. The silence of the apartment reminded you of another thing, however—the poster you had drawn up the previous night: an advertisement for a flatmate. You really needed some noise and movement to distract you, especially after last month. Why did Dahyun have to move out?
The alarm began beeping again.
You had to get to work.
.
Saturdays at the library were always a sort of hassle. There were more children and their misinformed parents over the weekend than any other day. Of course there were some absolute darlings who loved to read and could sit for hours on end with their noses in a book or two. But on the other hand…
You sighed as you pushed open the door of the public library, eyes adjusting to the dim light. Before you could make it to the counter where you would be stationed for the day, you were stopped abruptly by a rather raucous child dashing across your path.
…On the other hand, those darlings always had siblings that had no interest in developing the skill of reading at all. Little rascals who came there only by force and chose to make as much noise as they could get away with.
You pursed your lips, staring distastefully at the runaway before walking swiftly over to the bulletin board. Slipping the notice for a flatmate out of your pocket, you pinned it to the board, then plopped down at the counter, depositing your backpack under the desk.
“Good morning, Y/N!” your co-worker Daniel chirped.
“Good morning, Daniel,” you replied dully, scooting your chair subtly away from him. You really didn’t have his energy at the moment. You loved the guy, but it was a little grieving to hear about his girlfriend twenty-four seven. To your relief, someone approached him at that moment, pulling his attention off of you.
There were quite the number of high schoolers despite it being a weekend, you noticed. Ah. There’s a reading room that the high schoolers are doing today, huh? Your gaze swept around the seating area to your left. A familiar face caught your eye.
What’s Jinyoung sunbae doing over here? Is he reading to the kids, too? He was sitting with someone you couldn’t see because their back was to you. They seemed to be in some sort of deep discussion. You weren’t worried. Anyone who came to the library with Park Jinyoung was sure to be just as much of a bookworm.
“Y/N!” You jumped at your supervisor’s voice, tearing your eyes away from your senior and looking up. Your supervisor tilted her head toward a cart full of books. “Be a dear and put these back, won’t you? I’ll man the desk for a bit.”
You bit back a curse, choosing instead to nod and leap up. You’d have to dodge some more kids but at least you could get away from Daniel’s overwhelming energy and rude ‘I-have-a-late-fee-but-I-have-no-intention-of-paying-it-off-quietly-I’d-rather-annoy-you-for-a-solid-ten-minutes-before-doing-just-that’ people.
.
“Jackson, I swear to every god there is, if you don’t find a place to live by the end of the weekend, I’m kicking you out. You can sleep on the streets.�� Jackson flinched a little at Jinyoung’s sharp threat, but still pouted to lessen the impact—in vain; Jinyoung hadn’t even glanced up from his book to say all that. Some people didn’t even need eye contact to be intimidating.
“In this heat? Why, Jinyoungieee,” Jackson whined, dragging out his name. No effect. Park gae didn’t move. “Where will I go?”
“If you hadn’t dropped out, you could be staying at the dorms—legally,” Jinyoung remarked. “I’m not risking any more trouble sneaking you in.” Before Jackson could whine his name again, he continued. “Where’s JB hyung? Aren’t you always with him?”
Jackson chewed on the inside of his cheek, wondering how much he should tell Jinyoungie—or rather, wondering how much he already knew. “Uhh…we kinda stopped talking to each other for a while…”
This made Jinyoung look up from the page he was reading, eyes narrowing. “You fought?”
Jackson twitched his shoulders. “Not exactly. Just…” Thankfully, Jinyoung didn’t force him to elaborate, only shooting him a look that said he would definitely be interrogated about it later. “And then hyung went to Japan, remember?”
“But he came back.” Jinyoung was biting his lip in confusion. Funny how anything related to JB hyung made him a million times more attentive.
“He did. But…”
“Now you feel awkward going and begging for living space when you haven’t contacted him in so long?”
Jackson scratched the back of his neck. How the heck does Jinyoungie talk so accurately? “Sure. You could put it that way.”
Jinyoung sighed, sitting up and closing his book. “Do you really think JB hyung feels that way? I know he’s scary when he’s mad, but he still cares about you, hyung. Go and see him. It’ll be fine.”
“But hyung’s so busy and he doesn’t have that much room…and he has his cats…”
Jinyoung tilted his head, thinking. “Well. That’s true. Then what are you going to do?” Jackson could only shrug in defeat, staring around the library without seeing what he was looking at—a staff member putting books back on the shelves…kids running around…Jinyoungie picking at the corner of his book mindlessly…general peace.
Wordlessly, Jinyoung stood to check out the book he had been reading. Jackson followed.
“Hello again, Jinyoung hyung!” the boy at the counter said brightly.
“Hey, Daniel. How are your classes going?”
Jackson totally zoned out on the interaction between the two. Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped out in the first place, he thought. He hadn’t realized how deeply he’d gone imagining the life he could have led until he felt Jinyoung smacking his arm hard.
“Jackson!” he exclaimed, more forcefully, pointing to something. The bulletin board. More specifically, an ad pinned to the board.
An ad for a flatmate. Not too far from here.
“Seems like your lucky day, huh?” Jinyoung clapped him on the shoulder, taking a picture of it at the same time. “Go there today. You really don’t have much of an option.”
Jackson groaned.
“Fine.”
-
The doorbell ringing brought you out of your stupor. Hastily placing the photograph back on your bedside table and wiping your face off with a nearby towel, you made your way to the front door.
Now, you had seen nearly everyone who came by your place looking absolutely wrecked, but it still took you aback every time. You eyed the panting young man who stood outside your door in pity. Perhaps he thought he would have a few more seconds to catch his breath. You wondered how long he had been standing there before he rang the bell.
Fuck the standard questions. “Are you okay?”
He raised a hand and nodded, drawing one last breath and stabling himself. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“It’s quite a climb, isn’t it?”
He nodded. A beat passed in silence and then he seemed to remember why exactly he had rung your bell. “Ah!” he exclaimed, pulling out his phone. “Is this…?”
He turned it around, showing you the screen. You squinted at it, taking the phone in your hand. It was a chat in which someone had sent him the picture of your poster and a message under it—‘pls make a good impression for once’. You pressed your lips together to stifle your amusement—and then you saw the contact who had sent him the text.
“JYP?” You yelped, looking at the man in front of you in awe. “You know JYP?” He snatched his phone back in embarrassment.
“I—That’s a friend,” he said hastily. “He goes to SIU. I just call him that because he has the same name.”
That sounded familiar. “Wait, Park Jinyoung? You’re friends with him?”
Jackson hesitated. “Yeah…you know him?”
You smiled. “I go to SIU, too. He’s my senior. Who doesn’t know him?”
“Oh…that’s cool!” he replied, his face brightening. “I’ll definitely bring him around—if you accept me as your flatmate?”
Ah, so that’s what’s happening here. You crossed your arms, fighting a smile. “Are you already bribing me? I can’t believe you. I already have half a mind to not let you live here.”
His smile fell. “What? Whyy?” He didn’t hide the whine that escaped him.
Aw, that’s cute. “I’m kidding. If you’re a friend of Jinyoung sunbae, I’m guessing you’re a good guy.”
He frowned. “I’m sure that should be the other way, but it’s fine. I’m not arguing. Kinda desperate, here. Do you want me to, like, call Jinyoungie for you? To “affirm my credibility” or whatever?” He made air quotations.
You laughed it off, gesturing that he didn’t need to. He seems like a good guy. Maybe I won’t have to search any longer.
“I’m Jackson, by the way,” he suddenly spoke, looking sheepish. “Forgot to introduce myself.”
“Ah. I’m Y/N. And I’m desperate, too.” You sighed, blowing your hair off your face. “Do you know how glad I am that I rejected the guy who showed up before you? What a douchebag.”
A look of concern flashed across his face. “Someone came before me? Did he, like, try to hurt you or something? You’re okay?”
And he’s already concerned about me. I really really hope he doesn’t end up an asshole.
“I’m perfectly fine. Let’s talk splitting rent.”
.
“That’s the last of it,” Jackson announced.
You stood aside as his friend (Namjoon, was it?) dumped the two boxes he was carrying onto the floor, utterly exhausted. You couldn’t blame him. The two had been walking up and down the four flights of stairs with Jackson’s possessions all morning. You had helped, of course. But they weren’t used to climbing four floors.
“That better be the last, you jerk,” Namjoon spat. “When you said, ‘let’s hang out’, I didn’t think you meant this.” He wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve.
“I’ll pay you back for this, man.” Jackson patted his shoulder. “Let me buy you meat tonight.” His friend looked suspiciously at him but relented. You bowed him out.
To be honest, you hadn’t realized how short Jackson was compared to a lot of other people until Namjoon was standing beside him. Although you supposed Namjoon was just a giant. But still.
“I’m so tired,” Jackson whined, flopping down onto his mattress.
“Good,” you retorted, kneeling down to face him. “When you’re tired, you listen better. There is a rule in this household: you’re not allowed in my room.”
Jackson gasped, exaggerating his reaction. “Are you a dictator now? Rules? Will I be chucked into jail if I don’t obey? Do I have to go into hiding?”
You rolled your eyes. “I literally only said you weren’t allowed in my room at any cost. Isn’t that a reasonable request? You can make your own rules, too. No one’s stopping you.”
“Nah.” He shrugged. “You can come into my room, I don’t really mind. Nothing in here anyway.” He turned his eyes on you, narrowing them. “What are you hiding? Please don’t tell me you’re harbouring a fugitive in there.”
“Oh my gosh, no.” You stood up again. “I just want my privacy. My old flatmate respected it, so I expect you to as well. Okay? I’ll respect yours if you respect mine.”
He nodded. “I know. I’m just kidding. Are you always so uptight?” You frowned at the goofy expression on his face. “I promise I won’t go into your room.” He seemed sincere enough.
Maybe he wouldn’t be so bad…
.
“JACKSON!” you shouted, pounding on the wall that divided your bedroom from his. “KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN!” If the volume went down at all, you couldn’t tell. Weary from lack of sleep for the past week or so, you rolled over and squinted at the time on your phone.
“Three thirty-four,” you muttered furiously. “THREE THIRTY-FOUR!”
And then the doorbell rang. And it rang again.
“Nobody ever does anything in this house,” you said loudly while forcing yourself up off the bed, half-hoping Jackson would hear it. But of course he wouldn’t. The amount of noise that was emanating from his room made sure of that.
The ringing became quite insistent and when you yanked the door open, wondering who on earth it wouldn’t be, you came face to face with Mr. Ok, the next-door neighbor. A tall man in his thirties, you had always found him quite the character—and you would’ve thought his pajamas and bedhead looked cute if it wasn’t for the expression of pure murder on his face.
“Oh…Mr. Ok,” you greeted with a hesitant bow.
“What the bloody hell is going on here?” he nearly spat, hands balling into fists that you knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use if he snapped. “Don’t you know we’re all trying to sleep?”
You winced. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ok, I’ve been trying to get Jackson to quiet down for a while, but he’s not listening—“
“Where is he?” He growled, stepping inside without invitation. You jumped at the chance of getting Mr. Ok himself to threaten Jackson. You led him gleefully to your flatmate’s door. After pounding on it for a solid minute, in which the noise levels dropped completely, the door opened to reveal Jackson lazily yawning—clearly expecting you to be standing there. His features rapidly rearranged themselves to a politer expression.
“Ah, hyung!” he exclaimed. “What a surprise!”
Hyung? you questioned wordlessly. Since when has he become so chummy with Mr. Ok?
“Surprise, huh?” Mr. Ok hissed, eyes daggers. “What the hell are you doing, making so much noise?” It seemed to be rhetorical, because he didn’t give Jackson a chance to answer. “I have to get up at six, as do many people in this establishment. A lot of them have to go to work, or school, and a lot of them have families to take care of. I’m aware you have no such commitments—perks of being unemployed, I suppose—“ Jackson’s face twisted slightly. “—but that doesn’t mean you’re allowed to do whatever you want. When you live in close proximity with a lot of people, you have to learn to be considerate of others. Forget others, you live with a flatmate. At least be considerate to them!”
Jackson didn’t answer. You assumed he was still stinging over the ‘unemployed’ comment.
Mr. Ok didn’t even try to soothe his harsh words before he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He must have been tolerating it for longer than he let on.
You crossed your arms and smiled smugly at your flatmate. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
And just like that, his meek façade vanished, to be replaced by a pout. “But I wanted to finish the drama! I need the theatre effect to watch it, otherwise it’s just boring!”
You threw your hands up in the air and groaned, deciding it would be better for your health to just lock the door and then yourself in your bedroom.
Jackson was a mistake. One that you sorely regretted.
In the barely two months that you two began living together, you had learned one thing: Jackson was a force that was very much unstoppable. You would get burned if you so much as dared to try.
You could make a list—hell, you could write a book about the things he did that pissed you off. Was it your problem? Maybe. But it was clear enough that Jackson had certainly never learned how to adjust with people who weren’t on the same energy level as him.
He was loud. Point made. He was boisterous, always moving around, practically bouncing from room to room. You often restrained from asking him what gave him the right to look so damn happy. Perhaps you were just jealous. Your classes had begun again, and while you were working your ass off and burning the midnight oil just to keep your grades up, Mr. Unemployed seemed to be having the time of his life. Where did he even get the money to pay his rent off?
More than once, or even eight times, you had walked into the bathroom to find water literally everywhere—on the toilet seat, around the sink, on the floor, even on the walls. You couldn’t possibly imagine what he was even doing that made the entire damn place wet. He played music at night, loudly, with no regard for your wellbeing and the neighbours’. The nights he came home tipsy were even worse. And now he was watching a drama, it seemed. In full theatre mode.
The one rule you had—of him not being allowed to enter your room—had now expanded into a full three-page document, taped to the wall between your bedrooms.
You remembered how concerned he was about making a good impression in the first couple of weeks. He had even brought his friend Park Jinyoung around to meet you, as promised. Now you understood the pity in his eyes that day. He’d known things would get worse. You still got embarrassed when he sought you out in the cafeteria to ask how you were and if Jackson was giving you a hard time.
Maybe you should take Jinyoung sunbae up on that offer he made.
.
The breaking point came soon after.
It was a Thursday night and you’d just finished an essay due the day after, one that you’d been working on for the past week. So you were already running on barely three hours on sleep a day. It was past midnight, and Jackson still wasn’t home. He was probably lying drunk somewhere. As much as you wished you could just go to sleep and leave him to his own devices, you knew damn well that if he did show up, he would likely leave the door wide open and drool all over the couch.
You weren’t about to get robbed just because of Jackson’s bad decisions.
After calling him yet again and hearing no dial tone, you tossed your phone onto the dining table and waited with your head in your arms.
.
“I’m not drunk, Markipooh!” A loud exclamation, followed by someone shushing the voice sounded outside your door.
You swung it open, looking pissed enough for Mark—Jackson’s go-to designated driver and body hauler—to look ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “You know I can’t control Jackson.”
“I’m not drunk, though?” Said man slurred, collapsing into a chair.
“Thanks, Mark.” You sighed bitterly. “Go home.”
As the door closed, Jackson lifted his head and repeated, “I’m not drunk, though.”
“Oh, really?” you snapped, raising your voice. “Then listen to this: I’m not your fucking servant or something, just waiting for my master to come home so I can attend to you! I’m a student and I have a shit ton of work to do and just because you are so useless you can’t find a job doesn’t mean I have to suffer for it!”
Fury dashed across his face. Seizing the first thing he saw on the table, he threw it with all his might at the wall behind you, where it shattered and fell sadly to the floor. You tensed, fear coursing through you, trembling as he came closer.
“Fucking shut up, I already have a headache.”
And then he was gone, leaving behind nothing but the stench of alcohol. His door slammed.
Silence.
You slid to the floor, stunned. How could things have gone so wrong?
With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you felt around for your phone. The screen was cracked beyond repair, glass scattered all around you. What did you expect, that it would survive being thrown against a wall with Jackson’s muscle?
Enough, you decided. Enough was enough. He has to go.
And if you cried yourself to sleep that night against the dining room wall, nobody had to know.
-
“Y/N!”
You didn’t even think that anyone would be actually calling your name. So you didn’t stop. The entire day had you fuming internally, and you didn’t think anyone deserved to hear your outburst.
“Y/N!”
You halted. Normally you would be absorbed in your phone, but today you didn’t have it. Of course you didn’t. After last night, you didn’t even think it was safe to. You turned when you sensed the person—what did you mean, person, of course it was Park Jinyoung—catch up to you. If you were in your right mind at the moment, you might be a mildly blushing mess. Who wouldn’t be? It was Park fucking Jinyoung. But now? You were five point three centimeters from losing your temper completely and you couldn’t help but resent him for being friendly with you now when two months ago, he didn’t know your name, despite being your senior.
You sighed, turning around to face him. “Yes, sunbae?”
If he was taken aback by your slight rudeness, he didn’t show it. “I tried calling Jackson yesterday and this morning, and he didn’t pick up. He okay?”
You pursed your lips. “I couldn’t care less about Jackson, sunbaenim. You know my address, if you’re so concerned, why don’t you go and see how he is?” You scoffed and made to turn away, but Jinyoung caught your arm.
“Whoa, what’s with the attitude?” He teased, pulling you along with him down the hall and into the student council’s meeting room, currently empty. “You okay? What did he do?”
A little comforted that he immediately assumed his friend did something wrong, you slumped your shoulders. “A lot happened.”
“Clearly.” He leaned against the president’s desk and folded his arms. You didn’t know if he was analyzing you or not. Your face flushed under his gaze.
“He went out and came back drunk beyond words,” you explained, irritated at the memory. “And maybe I shouldn’t have, but I yelled at him saying that I wasn’t his servant to wait or clean up after him and—” you broke off, hesitating. “I might have told him off for not having a job.”
Jinyoung winced. “He’s pretty touchy about that.”
“Yeah, I figured.” You let out a bitter sigh. “He smashed my phone.”
“Wait, what?” Jinyoung lifted himself off the desk, looking at you in disbelief. “He—he smashed your phone? Jackson Wang?” You nodded, spreading your arms out.
“That’s why I don’t have it today. The screen shattered.”
Jinyoung looked genuinely disturbed. “It’s not like Jackson to lose his temper like that.”
You didn’t want excuses made for him, even if he had been drunk. “Oh, really? Pray, do tell.”
“Y/N—”
“Why? What did I do? Am I wrong?” If your eyes were daggers, Jinyoung would be bleeding now. “Tell me, sunbaenim. Am I just a maid to him?” You bit the inside of your cheek and spoke the words you had been contemplating all night. “I want to say yes to your offer, but he’s going to get kicked out soon. The nieghbours are already blacklisting him. If they tell him to leave, I won’t be able to hold any ground by myself.”
He seemed at a loss for words, appalled by both Jackson’s and your behavior. “Listen, I’ll talk to him, okay?” He checked his watch. “You should get to class.”
What’s the point? You thought, but conceded anyway. Just before you closed the door, you heard him call your name.
“And no, Y/N,” he said, a tight smile on his lips, “you’re not wrong. Give me your phone number.”
-
You refused to return home that day, choosing to stay all night in the library—until Jinyoung met up with you and nearly begged you to go back to your apartment.
“I’ve talked to him,” he had said, “and he’s really sorry about everything that happened last night. Truth be told, he doesn’t remember some of it, but anyway, he’s sorry. Hear him out.”
You couldn’t believe you were being forced to accept whatever pathetic apology your roommate was going to give you—just because he was your roommate and you had to live with him. It just wasn’t fair.
But when you stepped in through the door, the first thing that registered was the aroma wafting to you—the smell of food. Curious, you peered around the door and saw the little table beautifully set, dishes spread out all over it. And behind them all, obediently sitting on a chair, was Jackson. Guilty smile on his face, but still.
So this is his apology, you thought, closing the door and kicking off your shoes. A food bribe.
You pursed your lips as you reluctantly approached him, slinging your bag over the back of another chair. You crossed your arms. “What’s all this?”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, diverting his gaze from your harsh stare. “I…uh, I wanted to apologize for the stuff I did…last night.” He pressed his lips together. “For breaking your phone and yelling at you and...stuff.” From under the table, he brought out a small box you instantly recognized as one a phone came in. “I got you a new one.”
Your lips parted in surprise. “You—wait, you got me a new phone?” Your tone did not hide your disbelief at all. “But…that’s expensive!”
“It’s my fault that yours is broken beyond repair,” he explained. “I’m obliged to do this.”
You couldn’t speak for a moment. “But…where did you get the money? I didn’t think—“
“Borrowed it from my mom,” he admitted, cheeks turning red. “I got an earful, but I had to do what I had to do.” He looked up at you pleadingly. “I’m really sorry for everything. I don’t usually lose my temper like that, I guess I was just frustrated—that’s no excuse,” he cleared hastily. “I just…I’m sorry.” He gestured to the food on the table. “I got your favourites?”
You didn’t know what to think. Jackson stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.
Honestly, why does Wang look like a kicked puppy when he’s sad?
“I don’t forgive you,” you said firmly. His face fell. “But I do accept your apology.” Ignoring the sigh of relief that he let out, you sat down at the table.
“That’s good enough for now.”
“And I should apologize too,” you remarked, picking up your chopsticks. “I said some harsh things to you yesterday.”
Jackson waved it off. “No. You were right and I just didn’t want to admit it.” He sighed deeply. “I’ve started looking for a job.”
“That’s great, Jackson.” Your smile was genuine now. Looking reassured, your flatmate mimicked you and picked up his own utensils. “I’m glad.”
Jinyoung sunbae, I guess I won’t have to take up your offer after all.
.
“Yah, who the hell are you texting nowadays?”
You heard the whining voice of your flatmate before you saw him. Barely glancing up from your phone, you asked, “What happened, Jackson?”
He scoffed. “See? You’re not even looking at me when you say that. You’re always tapping away on your phone like I don’t exist here! Pay attention to me!” You let out a startled yelp when he plopped his heavy body onto your side. “I don’t think you’ve said a full two sentences to me in the past week.” When you ignored him, angling your screen away, he felt suspicious. “Who are you texting—!”
“Yah!” You attempted to grab your phone back from him in vain. Jackson suddenly sat up.
“Jinyoung sunbae?!” he shrieked. “As in my friend Park Jinyoung?” He held your phone out of reach with one hand and used his free arm to wrestle yours to the sofa seat. “What the hell are you even texting him for?”
“He’s not only your friend, Jackson,” you whined, squirming in his grasp. “He’s really nice to me at university, why can’t I talk to him? He’s my senior, too.”
You made noises of protest as he began to scroll through the messages the two of you had exchanged. Before long, he was spluttering in fury.
“What is this?” He yelped. “Hey Y/N do you want to meet up for coffee? Since when has Jin—actually never mind, since when have you two been that close?” He tossed you your phone and you took it back gratefully. “So this is why Jinyoung says he’s too busy to get food nowadays, huh?” Heat crept up your cheeks. “Are you actually blushing right now?” He howled. “Okay, I can’t take this anymore!”
Your phone began to ring. Both of your heads turned to it.
On the screen was a stupid photo of his friend and the name Jinyoung sunbae.
“Don’t you dare answer that,” Jackson said lowly.
“You’re not the boss of me,” you spat in return, sliding the button to answer, pressing the speaker button simultaneously. “Hello, Jinyoung!”
“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” came his voice from the speaker. “Are you busy? You didn’t answer my message.”
You giggled at the expression on Jackson’s face. “No, my flatmate was just being annoying.”
“Ah, Jackson? Is he there? Wait, is this on speaker?”
“Yah, Jinyoungie!” Jackson burst out, betrayal written all over his face. “Why are you ignoring me for Y/N? This isn’t fair; you were my friend first!”
“Are you serious right now, Jackson?” Jinyoung’s voice was amused. “I assumed you would be tired and busy from work. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“But what about Wang gae Park gae?” he grouched.
“Wang what?” You looked from the phone to Jackson.
“Never mind about that, Y/N,” Jinyoung interjected hastily. “You’re coming, right?”
“Coming where?” A growl emanated from your flatmate.
“Yeah, sunbae, I’ll be there soon.” With words of parting, you hung up the call.
“Where are you going with him?” Jackson repeated.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” You stood up, reaching for your backpack.
“Why can’t you tell me? I thought I was your flatmate, shouldn’t I be worried? What if you don’t come back?”
You burst out laughing. “Why would I not come back? Don’t you trust your own friend?” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were halfway out the door. “See you later, Jacks!”
-
“You should have seen his face!” you told Jinyoung, laughing along with him at the memory. “Has he always been like that?”
“He’s jealous.” Jinyoung shrugged.
“Hmm. Yeah. He really likes you, you know.” You pointed your pencil at him. “Why do you reject him when he asks you to get food? It’s like stealing candy from a puppy.”
“He likes me?” He retorted incredulously. “The heck? It’s me he’s jealous of.”
It was your turn to be puzzled. “What do you mean? He was literally whining about him being your friend first and that I was stealing you away from him.”
Jinyoung guffawed into the crook of his arm. “Okay, if you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do about it.” He jabbed his pen at your textbook. “What are guys learning in class now?”
-
Jackson was bored. His best friend had ditched him for his flatmate. And vice versa, he supposed. How long could someone flop around on a bed and flick a fidget spinner around? He almost wished he had to go in for work today. Even washing dishes sounded better than what he was doing at the moment.
He groaned into his pillow. Why has everyone forsaken me? Honestly Jackson just get your ass up and do something other than faceplanting into the bed.
Pushing himself off the mattress, he stumbled to his feet, still flicking the spinner around. His stomach rumbled. Food,he thought blearily, banging against the doorframe on his way out of the room. “Ow! Fu—whoa, no!” The fidget spinner escaped his grasp and hit the floor sharply, skidding under the door adjacent to his, despite his futile attempts to intercept it with his foot. “Damn!” He stared at the door—Y/N’s door—that he had been forbidden to enter at any time, in any situation. To prove it, there was even a piece of paper stuck to the door announcing the same.
Absently, he laid his palm on the handle, but didn’t turn it. “It’s just a fidget spinner; can’t I just open it real quick, grab it and shut it again? That should be okay, right? I won’t look around.” He chewed his lip, second guessing himself. “Ah, fuck it, I’m practically Y/N’s boyfriend already. There aren’t any secrets to hide.”
Shrugging his shoulders, he turned the handle, eyes trained to the ground.
The spinner was lying on the ground next to a nightstand. Determinedly not looking around the room, Jackson bent to retrieve the damn thing.
His mistake was looking up as he straightened himself.
His eyes fell on the nightstand. Or rather, the photo framed on it.
His breath hitched. He thought his heart might have stopped beating for a moment.
Within the four wooden pieces stood Y/N. Much younger than now; the photo was clearly old. But Jackson’s eyes were on the young boy standing right beside Y/N.
The fidget spinner clattered to the floor again.
“Hyung!”
A car screeching. The sound of an impending accident, lifelong scars.
Screams.
Was that glass shattering? Or dreams?
Commotion. And cries for a person nobody knew.
“HYUNG!”
Jackson gasped, stumbling back a step, the force the picture exerted too strong for him to handle. His plastic toy dug into his heel and he cursed, the pain momentarily diverting his attention from his pounding heart.
Picking up the spinner, he choked out a ‘this can’t be happening’ before darting out of the room and slamming the door behind him.
He needed air.
What is going on? This can’t be possible.
Does Y/N know that I…no. That can’t be. It just can’t be!
Y/N? Of all people? Y/N wouldn’t do that…
Right?
.
Jackson wasn’t home when you got back.
Good for him, you thought. He’s learned to get out of the house by himself.
You stretched, glad to be back inside away from the heat outside. It was refreshingly cold inside…unsettlingly so. Why was it cold? Or were you imagining it?
Wondering if Jackson had become thoughtful enough to cook, you ventured into the kitchen, but then clicked your tongue disappointedly on seeing everything as you left it. Of course he hadn’t.
Sometime during your attempt at making pasta, the door opened.
“Jackson?” you called out, hoping it was him.
“Yeah?”
“You like pasta, right? Come here and help me.”
You were too occupied with the nearly burning food to notice Jackson’s heartbroken expression, but you did see that he was spacing out really bad. It wasn’t like him to not be bursting into speech animatedly at all times.
“Jackson?” you called for the fourth time, waving a spare hand in front of his face. He jolted.
“Ah, yeah.” He rubbed his eyes. “Shit, sorry. What was that?”
“Could you get some water?” He nodded absently before trudging off to carry out his task. You squinted at him. “Something wrong?” He quickly shook his head. But you knew Jackson enough to know that he was very, very bad at hiding his emotions. “Don’t lie, Jacks. I can see it in your face. What happened?”
He shrugged, his confusion disappearing almost entirely. “I—uh, I sorta did something, but I won’t tell you because you’ll get mad at me.”
You tilted your head. “What did you do?”
He shook his head and pouted, some of the playfulness returning. “You’ll get mad at me.”
“I promise I won’t.”
Jackson looked at you hard, for a moment or two, then cast his gaze to the floor. “I went into your room today.”
Those words dropped into your head like a bomb. “You what?” You let the fork clatter to the countertop, nearly lunging at him. He caught your arms just in time and held you away from him.
“You said you wouldn’t get mad!”
You huffed loudly, yanking your arms from his grip. “And you said you wouldn’t go inside!”
He held out his hands, blocking you from coming nearer. “It was an accident! My fidget spinner went under your door!”
You scoffed, turning back to the pot on the stove and wishing your room wasn’t a mess. “Still.” All you could think of were the paintings on the walls and the photos. Had he seen them? Would he ask?
“Hmm.” The two of you lapsed into silence for a while. Neither spoke until the pasta was ready and you divided it between the two of you. You sensed that Jackson was itching to say something, but, coward as you were, you weren’t sure you wanted to hear it.
“Um. Y/N?”
You looked up from your bowl, chopsticks faltering. “Yeah?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help but notice…that picture on your night stand…”
You froze, quickly setting your chopsticks down to hide your trembling fingers.
“Who is that?”
.
Jackson knew a more accurate question would be ‘Who was that?’ but he didn’t dare to ask. You didn’t know who he was. He hadn’t known who you were until this afternoon.
It hurt him. It hurt him to ask about the boy in the photo so casually, as if nothing had ever happened to him, as if one day he would get to see him again. He knew it would hurt you too. But he had no choice. He couldn’t risk the suspicion that he would rouse. You would demand answers. You would hate him for lying, for hiding who he was and what he had been doing.
He stared guiltily at you, where you sat across from him, clutching the table so hard your knuckles turned pale.
“Does—does it matter that you know who it is?” you choked out, evidently trying not to cry.
Jackson abandoned his own chopsticks and reached out to take your shaking hand in his. “It does. It does to me.”
You nodded, eyes red, staring determinedly anywhere but his face. “That’s…Hanyu. My baby cousin.” He inclined his head, encouraging you to tell him more. Even though he already knew it all. “He stayed in the city in the dorms—you know SOPA?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“He got in and…we were all so proud of him. And since I was already here, his parents weren’t worried about him at all. They—they trusted me.” Your voice broke and so did Jackson’s heart. “And one day, there was an accident. Someone took him to the hospital, but he…he fell into a coma.” Nothing more than a whisper. “Four months.”
He didn’t know he had gotten out of his seat until his arms were wrapped around you.
“There wasn’t anything we could do. He was just—getting worse. Every day. His father finally gave the order after hoping for so long. To—let him go.” You burst into tears and Jackson turned you so you were sobbing into his shoulder. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. They only let him stay because—because I was here. Because I would be there for him.”
“Hey, hey,” he said softly. “It’s not your fault. It…it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were there for him. Things…these things just happen somehow. It’s not your fault.”
So, it wasn’t you after all?
A huge weight lifted off his chest. He hadn’t realized how much hatred and resentment he’d been carrying around all this time without knowing it.
It wasn’t you.
“How—how are his parents?”
“Not doing good.” You sniffed hard, wiping your tears away. “Not good at all.”
He gripped your shoulders and made you look at him. “What about you?”
He watched helplessly as more tears escaped the corners of your eyes. “Neither am I.”
The last thing you remembered was slumping into Jackson’s arms, drained of energy.
.
You didn’t think you would be telling anyone about Hanyu. You hadn’t told anyone except your psychology professor, who had called you to her office sometime in March because you looked too depressed to be taking your finals. And that too, was reluctant. You knew you should talk to someone about it, you knew you should be accompanying his parents to the therapist you forced them to see, but—maybe it was the prolonged blow that lessened the pain to a dull throb. Hope had ebbed away bit by bit, not all at once.
But talking about him to Jackson was so simple. It was almost as if he understood exactly what you were going through. Almost as if Hanyu was his own brother.
You wondered if Jackson had lost someone dear to him in the past. Maybe he had. That would explain the sudden compassion he had towards you now. You hadn’t told him everything, just the brief story, but he didn’t press further.
He’s sweet, you realized all too late. He really is.
-
You’d think you would be free of your flatmate at least when you went to work on weekends. Jackson was the last person who would willingly enter a library—at least, without an emergency. But no, there he was, still blowing up your phone about how he slipped in the bathroom and thinks he broke his butt, and then found that his ramen was finished so he couldn’t eat (despite there being like, healthy food somewhere in the fridge) and therefore begging you to buy some on your way home because he couldn’t go (due to the broken butt). You were rolling your eyes at the messages, but an endearing smile still crept across your lips.
“Boyfriend?” Daniel crashed his wheely chair into yours, peeking over your shoulder at your phone. You winced at his knobbly shoulder and turned off the screen.
“No.” You shoved his chair away.
“Girlfriend?”
“No.”
Daniel looked confused. “…Partner?”
Wah. What an open-minded king. “No, Kang. Just my flatmate.”
“What?” He scrunched up his nose. “No way. I saw how you were looking at their texts.”
You screeched. “What the heck?” He seemed satisfied at your reaction.
“So, crush?” he confirmed, sniggering at the blush that crept up your neck. “Who is it? Give me their number, I’ll set y’all up.”
“For the love of—”
“Y/N!”
You looked up, startled, to see Jinyoung standing on the other side of the counter. You straightened up, tensing; you had been sort of avoiding him for a while.
“Sunbae.” He pursed his lips at you in a disapproving stare.
“Where have you been? Do I have to come all the way to the public library to see my junior?” He crossed his arms. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“It’s—it’s not like that, sunbae—”
“Don’t say anything. Jackson’s been telling me about his broken ass—” You flinched, eyes darting to Daniel, who for sure misinterpreted that phrase, “—and that you’re ignoring him. What happened?”
“Oh, Y/N’s flatmate?”
Fucking hell, Daniel. Please learn to shut up.
He was sporting a shit-eating grin. “Y/N’s got a crush.”
Jinyoung’s lips immediately curled upward and you waved your arms around, banging them together in an ‘X’. “No. No, I don’t have a crush!”
“You know it’s okay, right?” Your senior reassured you. “He likes you, too.”
Oh.
Wait, what?
“Huh?” The disbelief was evident in your voice. Jinyoung shrugged, a smug little smile on his face.
“Jackson’s my best friend, Y/N. I know him. He tells me things.” He set a book down on the counter in front of Daniel, who obediently took it and scanned it for him. “And I also know he doesn’t have the balls to tell you anything. So, my question is, what are you going to do about it?”
What am I going to do about it? An idea popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. “I’ll tell Jackson I like him when you tell him—what was he called? JB, that you like him.”
Jinyoung’s face paled. “What?”
Now you were the smug one. “You heard me, you hypocrite. Confess to your crush and I’ll confess to mine.”
He squinted at you, clearly plotting his next move. “Fine,” he retorted, sticking his nose in the air haughtily. “I will.”
-
“You still texting Jinyoungie, huh?” Jackson teased, the pout very much audible in his voice. You looked up from your phone. He crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes.
You rolled your eyes. “Dude, when will you get over him ditching you? You know damn well he’s drowning in his love for your other friend—who? JB.”
Jackson tensed a little, but you didn’t seem to notice. “I know,” he breathed out. “JB hyung is so oblivious. So is Jinyoungie.”
“Besides,” you continued, tilting your head coyly, “Jinyoung sunbae says you’ve got a crush on me.”
The way Jackson spluttered at that was hilarious. “Wha—Me? Crush on you? As if.”
“Sure, sure.” You turned back to your phone. Jackson sat down heavily next to you, plopping his head on your lap. You peered under your screen to look at him. “Hello. What are you doing?”
“Pay attention to me.” You chuckled at the whine in his tone. “You don’t talk to me anymore.” He grasped your hand and placed it on his head. You began stroking his freshly dyed strands. You would never admit it but you liked his hair blond.
“Are you going to dye it back?”
He shifted, getting comfortable. “Probably not soon. Why? Don’t you like it?” He sat up, twisting to face you, horrified. “Do I look bad as a blond?”
You leaned back, laughing. “Stop being so dramatic, Jackson!”
Two knocks on the front door and then it opened. You jolted at the sight of Jinyoung staring between the two of you in that position. Jackson turned to follow your gaze and yelled in surprise. Slowly, Jinyoung raised a hand to cover his eyes.
“Yah!” Jackson shouted, the sheer volume causing your ears to pop. “It’s not like that!”
-
As Christmas came and went, your heart grew heavier and heavier. For several reasons. On the one hand, you were crushing hard on your flatmate like some dumb romcom cliché. On the other, that date was approaching you like a truck at eighty an hour with broken brakes.
A year to the day of the accident.
You knew, technically, that Hanyu only passed away in April, but this was truly the day you lost him. Truly the day that something was lost inside you. Something that you may never fully find again…
“Hey, Y/N, you see this?” Jackson bounded over to you holding up a snow globe and shaking it enthusiastically.
…but perhaps, one day, you would.
Your eyes softened as you watched Jackson’s infectious smile bloomed. Would he agree to come with me? He does know about Hanyu, after all.
“Jackson?” you asked quietly.
“Yeah?” He looked up and caught your expression.
“Would you come to a place with me if I asked?”
He tilted his head. “Where?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “The funeral home.” As his face fell, you continued, “It’s almost a year to the day of…the accident.”
“Ah. It is, isn’t it?” He searched your eyes. “Are you sure about this? About me…coming with you?”
You nodded. “Yeah. I think…I think it would be good. If I had someone to talk to about it. And also haul me home. I’m probably…gonna be a mess.”
Jackson reached out, hesitantly to grip your shoulder tight before drawing your closer for an embrace. “It’s okay,” he said, sounding a little unsure himself. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
-
It was just an ordinary cold Saturday when you and Jackson left the apartment to get groceries at the supermarket. When you two were arguing over ramen, you heard a shout.
“Hey, Jackson!”
Both of you turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered young man stroll over. Jackson straightened immediately. An odd sort of feeling crept up your neck.
He seems familiar. Have I seen him—
You gasped silently.
That’s Jaebeom. How could I forget him?
“Jackson, man, where have you been?” the man asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
Your flatmate looked quite uncomfortable. “Guess I got busy, hyung. Sorry.”
You had to speak. “Excuse me? You’re—Im Jaebeom…right?”
Jackson quickly intervened. “This is my flatmate, hyung.”
The man turned his focus to you, narrowing his eyes curiously, before they widened in recognition. “Oh!” He pointed at you. You wouldn’t deny you were surprised he remembered you from almost a year ago. “You’re that...Y/N. Right? From the hospital?” He faltered at the mention of it. “Ah…um. How is he?”
Your heart clenched painfully, but you forced a smile. “He, uh, passed away. In April.” Jaebeom winced at the news.
“Ah, I’m really sorry.”
You waved it away. “No, no, don’t be. You have my eternal gratitude for getting him to the ER. I don’t know how many people would have done that.”
He inclined his head, fidgeting uncomfortably for a moment. “Still…yah, Jackson-ah, you knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”
You turned to Jackson curiously. “Hm?” He was pale, staring at Jaebeom with helplessness in his eyes.
“Ah, you two met there?” Jaebeom asked, contemplating. “When did you guys talk?”
You were confused, not seeing the sharp looks of ‘please-stop-talking’ that Jackson was shooting his friend. “Sorry, what? Met where?”
It was Jaebeom’s turn to look confused. “At the hospital, of course.”
You breathed out a nervous laugh, because you didn’t know where this was headed. “Why would I meet Jackson at the hospital?”
“Hyung!” Jackson interjected suddenly. Suspiciously. Moving his body in between yours and Jaebeom’s. “I think maybe we should finish up our shopping and meet later—”
“No, tell me, Jaebeom-ssi.” You put a hand on Jackson’s shoulder.
Jaebeom was at a loss. He didn’t seem to understand Jackson’s panic, and neither could you. “Jackson was with me at the hospital when we brought him in. We brought him together. I thought he met you there when you came.”
You inhaled sharply, glancing at Jackson with surprise in your eyes. “Jackson.” He flinched, remaining quiet. “Is that true?”
“Hyung, I’ll come over later,” he told Jaebeom quietly, pushing him away. His friend took a step back, wondering why on earth something so simple—good news, in fact—turned awry. He bowed, mumbling out a greeting before he picked up his shopping basket and turned away.
You were shocked beyond words.
Jackson took Hanyu to the hospital. Jackson knew who he was. Jackson knew who you were. What did this mean? Was he tracking you? Was he tracking anyone with connections to Hanyu? Is that why he asked about him and his parents?
“Y/N…”
You suddenly didn’t want to hear anything. Your feet carried you after Jaebeom, calling his name.
-
Jackson was fucked.
Why, he screamed at himself, didn’t you tell Y/N the truth as soon as you found out about it? Why, why, why? Can you blame Y/N for not listening to you? You fucking lied, Jackson!
You hadn’t come back to the apartment until past midnight after running off to talk to JB. He’d waited up for you, but you didn’t spare anything a glance before locking yourself in your room. He’d wanted to call you, wanted to make sure you were okay, but he’d already done enough damage. Were you even willing to talk to him at all? He decided he didn’t want to test it. For all he knew, you thought he was some sort of creep or a stalker or something. You probably hated him.
He fell asleep that night to the sound of you crying from the other side of the wall.
-
Unease. You didn’t know why you were feeling so unsettled. It was a bright cloudless day but you weren’t sharing the spirit. In fact, you were spacing out so much that your partner for your Statistics project had to keep snapping his fingers in front of your face to bring your focus back to him.
“Sorry, Gyeom,” you muttered wearily. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”
He nodded sympathetically. “Maybe you should go home. I’ll finish up around here.”
“Ah, no.” You shook your head. “I’ll be fine. Let’s finish this.” But your phone was ringing, the caller ID displaying an unknown number. You frowned. “Hello?”
“Excuse me, is this Jia Hanyu’s emergency contact?”
You froze. This wasn’t a voice you knew. Emergency contact? Why—why would they—who…?
“Um. Y-yes?” You were already shaking. Yugyeom looked at you in alarm.
“We need you to come to the General Hospital immediately. There has been an accident.”
A click. You stared at your phone, heart racing, trembling all over. “Oh my god. Oh my god, what do I do? What do I do?” Yugyeom seized your shoulders and forced you down from growing hysteria.
“What. Happened.” His voice was steady enough that you responded the same way.
“General Hospital.”
“I’ll take you there.”
The drive to the hospital was wrought with tension. You could only think of the worst and you were crying by the time you got there, despite Yugyeom’s attempts to calm you down. You let him drag you through the reception and you desperately asked for Jia Hanyu, to be ushered—alone—into the ER. The last thing you remembered seeing was Yugyeom’s reassuring smile before you turned a corner out of sight.
You nearly bumped into a man on his phone in your daze and hastily apologized, but he neither seemed to notice or care.
The talk with the doctor was less than reassuring, however. You signed whatever they thrust at you to get his surgery started and then demanded to know who brought him in.
“Hello,” the young man greeted you politely, his clothes still stained red. He was looking at you carefully as if you would break down any moment.
You forced a wobbly smile. “Thank you so much.” It was barely more than a whisper, but he caught it.
“It was the least we could do,” he replied. Your knees suddenly gave way and you sank into a chair.
“Tell me what happened to him,” you pleaded.
And he told you about the car that came speeding out of nowhere although the signal was red. If you were in your right mind, you might have heard the anger in his voice. It hadn’t been the kid’s fault then. Tears slipped out of the corner of your eyes.
Your gaze rested on his soiled clothes. “I’ll—I’ll replace those,” you said weakly, gesturing to his attire. “They’re ruined.”
“Don’t be silly, of course you don’t have to.” He knelt in front of you. “Are you okay? That’s what matters.”
You nodded, sniffling. “Yeah, I’ll be okay.” You didn’t know why you were attempting the brave front. “You didn’t tell me your name yet. How can I be grateful if I don’t know your name?”
He chuckled under his breath. “My name is Im Jaebeom.”
“Y/N.”
He squeezed your hands. “He’ll be fine, you know.”
“I know. That doesn’t make things any easier.”
“Doesn’t it?”
The two of you sat there in silence before you remembered that this was a person, he probably had plans interrupted, he must need to get home. Reluctantly, he stood to leave, but only after making sure you would be okay.
“And—” you grabbed his wrist. “Yugyeom—he’s sitting out there in reception. Tell him—tell him to go home and that I’ll be fine. Please?”
He nodded. Left.
You broke down completely. And you thought that would be the worst to happen.
You weren’t bargaining on the mess that would happen the next day.
You never thought he wouldn’t wake up.
-
The apartment fell silent in a way that you never thought would be possible after Jackson moving in. There was always noise in it; but no longer. Several of your neighbours had even asked if Jackson had moved out. What were you supposed to tell them? No, he didn’t move out, I just found out he’s a liar and I’m trying to cope with that by ignoring him and he’s too scared to approach me?
In truth, you weren’t totally mad at him or worried that he would be a stalker. After talking things over with Jaebeom, you’d concluded that Jackson hadn’t seen you that day at the hospital (Jaebeom recalled he’d gone to make a call or something). So the first time he saw you really was at the apartment. And that’s why he was so curious about the picture. That’s when he’d known.
But why hide it from you?
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“Y/N!” You weren’t sure if socializing was a good idea at the moment, but when you bumped into Jinyoung at the coffee shop down the street, you didn’t push him away. He joined the line at the counter right after you.
“Hello, sunbae.” The smile you put on definitely didn’t reach your eyes, but Jinyoung didn’t comment. Most college students had the same problem.
“I did it.” He told you smugly.
“Did what?”
“I told JB hyung that I liked him.”
Despite the inner turmoil you’d been going through for the past few days, you gasped. “Wait, what? Seriously?” He nodded, clearly brimming with glee, bouncing up and down on his heels like a giddy child just given sweets.
“He’s here, I want you to meet him.” He gestured to a table a short distance away. You saw the top of a head and smiled.
“I’d love to.”
He grinned, eyes crinkling. “Thanks, uh, for encouraging me to.”
You let out a laugh. “Um, you’re welcome? I didn’t really think you’d do it; I only said that to get you off my back about Jackson.” And as soon as the name rolled off your lips, your heart sank.
Jinyoung must have sensed the distress in your expression, because he asked, “Are you okay? Did you guys fight again?”
“I guess you could say that.” After placing your orders, you followed him to their table, eager to meet this JB hyung you’d heard so much about.
You saw the man break into a wide smile on seeing Jinyoung return, but the moment you came within his line of sight, his face fell in surprise. So did yours.
“Y/N?” he asked, incredulous.
“Jaebeom?” You were in equal disbelief. A moment of silence passed when you two looked at each other and Jinyoung back and forth between.
“You guys know each other?” Jinyoung questioned. “Ah, did Jackson introduce you? I thought you and Jackson weren’t talking, hyung.”
“This is your JB hyung?” You laughed.
Jaebeom looked sheepish. “My friends call me that.”
Jinyoung was just sitting there next to you, across from Jaebeom, confused. Jaebeom decided to take pity on him.
“Nyoung, you remember I told you that Jackson and I took a kid to the hospital? Last year?”
He nodded. “Yeah, the car accident.”
Your chest felt tight. “That was my cousin.”
Jinyoung’s mouth fell open in shock. “Wait, what?” His eyes darted around, thinking. “And…Jackson knew who you were?”
You shook your head. “I met Jaebeom-ssi at the hospital that evening, but I didn’t see Jackson. He didn’t know I was the emergency contact until a month ago or something. But he didn’t tell me he was the one who took Hanyu to the hospital. I only found out a week ago when we bumped into Jaebeom-ssi at the supermarket.”
Jinyoung sat there, stunned. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell me any of this.”
“He told me everything a few days ago,” Jaebeom interjected. “But he made me promise not to tell anyone.” He leaned forward and stared at you. “You’re still not talking to him, are you?”
You lowered your head in guilt. “I want to. It’s just—he lied to me and I don’t know why. I want to talk to him, but I just—don’t know how to break the silence.”
“His heart’s…in the right place,” Jaebeom assured you. “Honestly, I don’t think even he knows why he hid it from you.”
“I think I might know,” Jinyoung said softly. Both of you turned to look at him.
“I thought he didn’t tell you anything.”
“Not the recent stuff,” he agreed, “but he did tell me what happened last year.” He searched your eyes, probably wondering how to put things into words. “Did Jackson tell you that he visited Hanyu at the hospital?”
You stilled. “He—he visited Hanyu?”
Your senior nodded. “He went nearly every week to check up on him, to see if there was any progress.”
Your jaw dropped in shock. “What?”
Jaebeom glanced over at his boyfriend, biting his lip nervously. “I think Jackson should be the one explaining all this.” Jinyoung looked sufficiently chastised.
“I’m just saying that might be the reason,” he hastily said. “He was really…devastated when he passed, you know. Came to me bawling his eyes out. I really didn’t know what to do.”
“Where was I during all this?” Jaebeom questioned.
“Japan, I think. But Y/N, I’m not saying you shouldn’t be mad at him,” your senior advised. “I can understand that. But, you know, hear him out. I’ll talk to him if you want. He’s not a bad guy.”
You inclined your head. “I understand. I’ll—I’ll listen to what he has to say.”
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You went back that afternoon, heart in your throat.
What do I tell him? What do I say? How do I break this silence?
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You waited.
The clock struck ten, then eleven.
Twelve.
You fidgeted with your phone, anxiety seeping through you. Where was he?
Should I call him? Would that be—ah, never mind. Why should I be the one to patch this up? I didn’t do anything wrong! He’s the one who should apologize. Why isn’t he here?
An hour later, you weren’t thinking about the politics of your troubles. You were worried now, very much so. You tried to call him, but his phone was switched off. Had he run away somewhere? What was going on? Should you call the police?
It was past one thirty when an unknown number called you. You stared at your phone, heart pounding, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Not again, you thought desperately. Please not again.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, it’s me. Jaebeom.” He didn’t waste any time. “Jackson’s with me; I figured you would be worried.”
You sunk into the sofa cushions, a hand over your heart. Oh, thank heaven. “He—he’s with you?”
“Yeah, he—uh, I’m guessing he went out by himself because he’s drunk out of his mind. Came knocking at my door a while ago.”
You didn’t know what to think. “Ah. I tried calling him, but…”
“Oh, his phone’s dead.” You heard muffled noises on the other end. “I wanted to call you sooner, but I had to find your number from his wallet.”
“His…his wallet?”
“Yeah, you’re his emergency contact. He has your info written down on a piece of paper.”
“Oh.” Your voice sounded very small. “I see.”
He cleared his throat. “Um, he’s asleep now, but I’ll send him over tomorrow after his hangover’s gone down.”
“Ah. Yes. Thank you, Jaebeom-ssi.” You paused, about to hang up.
“Wait, uh, Y/N?”
“Yes?”
Jaebeom sounded hesitant. “Okay, I’m…I’m not as great with words as Jinyoung is, but…um, I think you should know that Jackson is a good guy. Like, I know he may have hidden some things from you, but he wasn’t trying to, like, hurt you or anything.”
You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I know.”
“He was crying, you know.” Jaebeom made an uncomfortable noise, as if he didn’t know how to proceed from there. “When he showed up here. I couldn’t understand what he wanted to say, but I heard your name. He really cares about you, yeah? Even if—even if he doesn’t tell you.”
You nodded slowly, before remembering that he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, I—I understand.”
There was a brief awkward pause, before he coughed. “So, um, yeah. You should…probably sleep. Good night.”
“Right. Good night.”
You silently set your phone down and put your head in your hands. When did all this become so complicated? Why was it so difficult? I guess it’s my fault for not listening to him or giving him a chance to explain. Do I just wait for him to come back? What do I say?
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The sun rose bleakly on the next morning.
You awoke to the jarring sound of the alarm ringing in an empty, silent apartment. Laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, you sighed, going through everything that happened a year ago, a month ago, a week ago. Wondering how things had escalated to this. It’s better not to overthink about it. When he comes back, we’ll either talk it out or fight it out.
Around ten, Jaebeom shot you a text informing you that he’d sent Jackson back.
You sat on the sofa, giving you a view of the front door. You would wait. Waste no time. Just get it over with. You were vaguely aware of your heartbeat in mild panic state.
At last, someone knocked, tried the door and opened it.
Jackson’s gaze fell on your stoic expression and he flinched. Slowly stepping in and removing his shoes making as little noise as possible, he stood in the doorway for a moment before sitting down on the other end of the sofa.
Neither of you spoke.
You sensed him fumbling with his fingers, itching to say something.
“I went to see him.”
You didn’t respond. He took your silence as invitation to continue.
“Every week. I—I don’t know why, to be honest. I just…” He shook his head. “I just felt some sort of attachment to him. I wanted him to get better. I really did.”
Your heart ached at his words. How could you be angry for this? For his compassion?
“When I went the day after he…” he broke off. “When I went, I was told…the news. And I didn’t know how to take it. I couldn’t say goodbye. I couldn’t believe that anyone would give up on him.” He drew in a deep breath, still clearly anxious at your silence. “Deep down I guess I knew that there was nothing we could do and it was easier to…end his suffering, but…I didn’t want to accept it, I guess. I know that sounds silly, but—”
“It’s not silly.”
He paused, hesitant. Your voice was rough from lack of use.
“Ah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I…I shouldn’t have, but I think I just put my resentment on whoever his emergency contact was, you know? I guess I figured they made the decision.” You felt tears beginning to form but your blinked them away. “I really didn’t know it was you. Or that you weren’t—”
“I know, Jackson.” You finally looked up at him. He was on the edge of his seat, worried but hopeful. “The boys told me everything. I just wish you hadn’t lied.”
“So do I,” he said sincerely.
The two of you stared at each other, not saying anything. Jackson seemed ready for an outburst, a single sentence that you weren’t going to forgive him.
“Why would you do that, though?” You spat, slamming your hand down onto the cushions. Jackson jumped, startled.
��I’m really sorry, Y/N, I didn’t think—”
“Do you have any idea how worried I was when you didn’t come home last night?”
“—find out…wait, what?” He was dumbfounded. “Oh.”
“I was this close to calling the police, you know that? I don’t even know how many gods I thanked when Jaebeom called saying you had crashed at his place. Why do you have to go and get drunk, huh? Why do you have to put yourself in danger like that?”
Jackson visibly relaxed, a small smile breaking across his lips. “I’m so sorry. Does this mean I’m forgiven?”
“You’re so stupid.” And you stretched your arms out for a hug. He melted into it, holding you tight so he’d never let you go. “He would have loved you, too,” you murmured into his shoulder.
He drew back, eyes uncharacteristically serious. That was a grand statement you had just made. But you weren’t going to withdraw that. You knew it was true.
“Does-does that mean you—love me?” Jackson spluttered, blotches of red forming on his cheeks. And then you realized exactly what you had said.
“What? No,” you retorted defensively, pushing him away. “What are you talking about? I never said anything like that.” And then you jumped up to run away, squirming out of his firm grasp. His fingers found your sides and you burst out gasping.
Laughter rung through the still apartment.
There was happiness again.
-
“Hyung, you called Y/N yesterday?”
“Yeah, I did. You think your flatmate wouldn’t be worried about you?”
“What did you say?”
“Ha. I didn’t say anything. Why? Should I have told Y/N you were saying “I love you” in your sleep?”
-
“Yeah, Jinyoung, I’ll be there, don’t worry so much,” you spoke into the phone you balanced on your shoulder. Your hands were busy washing out the dishes you’d used for lunch. “How’s Jaebeom doing?” You hummed as your senior (now graduated, big whoop, whatever, ugh) went into an explanation on how his boyfriend’s cat woke them up yowling at three in the morning because she got herself stuck on top of the display cabinet and he couldn’t go back to sleep.
“Is Jackson there?” he asked you. You wiped your hands hastily on a washcloth before taking your phone in your hand and stepping over to the window.
“No, he had a morning shift,” you informed him. “He was supposed to be here by now, come to think of it.” You glanced out, wondering where he might be.
“Ah, okay. Remind him to come tomorrow, too.” Jinyoung paused. “Wait, is it a good idea to bring Jacks? Do you think he’ll be too loud? I don’t want to blow this—”
“Jinyoung, relax,” you reassured. “Jaebeom’s parents already love you, I don’t see why you’re so afraid—”
“That’s when we were just friends!” He cried, panic evident in his tone. “I don’t even know what they’ll say about this!”
Your phone made a funny beeping noise. “Jinyoung, you’ll be fine. I promise you. I’ll call you back, okay? I’m getting another call.” You hung up on him to see an unknown number calling. Without thinking twice, you answered. “Hello?”
“Excuse me, is this Jackson Wang’s emergency contact?”
-
A/N: *bowing* I’m very sorry.
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Hyakkimaru x Gender Neutral! Reader
Request: I hate to be the first thirsty bitch in line please forgive me, you’re a saint to step in and cater to this reborn fandom. If it pleases you, a one shot ahem “lime” where Hyakkimaru has regained up to his hearing, and the reader is trying to expose him to pleasant stimuli like light soft touches and quiet relaxing noises, one thing leads to another and sin ensues? Thank you so much <3 for starting this blog afkshk
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A/n: What a brave soul. Since you’re such a bad bitch, you have now been dubbed Miss Keisha. All Hail the Bad Bitch Miss Keisha.
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Genre: Romance
Rated: Mature
Warning: Semi-Smut, Lime (omfg i just went back to my fanfiction.net days oof rip)
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Author: Dororo-Imagines
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His hands were almost always covering his ears now that he had regained his hearing. The sounds around him were so loud even though to you, Dororo, and Biwamaru, it was relatively quiet. Hyakkimaru’s pained expression whenever Dororo would accidentally speak too loud made your heart clench, and you wondered if there was anything you could do.
You hummed in thought, looking up as you began to think. When you were younger, your mother would massage the area behind your ears and beneath your earlobes when you had an earache It almost always helped, even if it was just for a few moments.
Moreover, when you had headaches, she would massage your temples, easing away the pain. With how often Hyakkimaru covered his ears, you were sure that Hyakkimaru possibly had the worst headache. Perhaps massaging his temples would help alleviate his pain?
You looked over at the young man who was laying on his side, hands covering his ears and eyes squeezed shut. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and you gently crawled over to him. As if sensing your presence, Hyakkimaru’s eyes slowly opened, and his face turned your way, his brown eyes looking up at you. Slowly, his hands came from his ears, making you smile softly. You whispered as gently as you could, rubbing your hand along the top of his head.
“Hyakkimaru, I’m gonna try to help you, okay? Can you sit up for me?”
Hyakkimaru slowly sat up, and you sat in front of him. As gently as you could, your fingers began to gently massage the skin behind and beneath his ears. His reaction was almost immediate, the tension from his shoulders melting away. Hyakkimaru’s shoulders slumped as he began to relax, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
“Feels good, huh? My mom used to do this for me when my ears began to hurt.”
Hyakkimaru sighed deeply, his eyes closing, and you shook your head, grinning. Your fingers moved from his ears to his temple, gently pushing down to rub away the pressure, and his mouth fell agape. You blushed, his expression almost too erotic for you to handle. Swallowing thickly, you focused on massaging his temples.
All of a sudden, Hyakkimaru leaned forward, his nose brushing against the nape of your neck, and you gasped lightly, pausing your ministrations.
“Hyakkimaru, are you alright?”
He did nothing to indicate that he was going to answer you. Instead, Hyakkimaru turned his head to the side, seeming to listen to your heartbeat. You wondered if he could hear just how hard and fast it was pounding. You let out a shaky breath and Hyakkimaru sighed deeply.
Biting your lip, you wrapped your arms around him, and you mumbled quietly.
“Okay, you can stay here.”
For a moment, the two of you stayed there like that, your free hand gently massaging his ear again as the other simply rubbed his arm. Then, Hyakkimaru lifted his head up to look at you, and his lips connected with your chin. You blushed deeply, feeling your insides flare up in embarrassment as Hyakkimaru searched for your lips.
His hands came up to hold your face as he finally found your lips, and he kissed you deeply, pressing his lips firmly against your own. You melted, feeling so delighted that Hyakkimaru liked you in such a way that he wanted to kiss you.
Your hands tugged at his hair, and you could feel Hyakkimaru’s hands tighten against your face. Pulling away for air, Hyakkimaru breathed heavily, his hot breath fanning your face, and you whispered softly in embarrassment and surprise.
“Hyakkimaru...?”
Hyakkimaru kissed you again, dragging you to his lap, and you huffed through your nose in excitement. Figuring that Hyakkimaru was inexperienced with kissing, your tongue ran along his bottom lip before you bit it gently. You were by no means an expert on kissing, but you did have your fair share of experience with past lovers.
Hyakkimaru’s fingers dug into your thighs, surprised by your teeth biting his bottom lip, and he pulled your body closer to him, your chest pressing tightly against his. You let go of his lip before kissing his chin and jaw, playfully nibbling at the skin. Hyakkimaru let out a fast breath, head falling back as you kissed and sucked marks onto his neck. Fire pooled within your stomach, and you slowly and gently rolled your hips against his.
Was it wrong to do this? Was it wrong for your fingers to run through Hyakkimaru’s hair, to mark his skin as if he was yours? Was it wrong to want to feel his body against yours?
Hyakkimaru’s hands came up around your body, exploring the curves and edges of your shape before coming up to your shoulders. He pulled the collar of your yukata back, baring your shoulders to his curious hands. Pulling his neck back from your yearning lips, Hyakkimaru kissed you again, his hands slowly and shyly running down the curves of your shoulders.
Pulling away for breath, Hyakkimaru dipped his head into the curve of your shoulder and bit down gently but firmly. Almost immediately, your body reacted to his attention. His name slipped past your lips, and his body tensed just the slightest.
You rolled your hips once more as he nibbled and touched your body, and Hyakkimaru let out an excited huff against your neck, his teeth clenching at the sensation of your body rutting against him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he liked it.
You were breathing heavily, your body craving for his touch, and a simple thought graced the back of your mind as Hyakkimaru’s lips and teeth attacked your neck with love bites and kisses.
He was not yours. If you were to ensue any more of this, it would not be meaningful. It would just be an experience, and that would be all.
Before Hyakkimaru could pull your yukata from your shoulders anymore, you grasped at his hands, whispering to him softly.
“Hyakkimaru, we cannot continue. We are not courting one another, therefore this would not be as meaningful as I would like it to be.”
Hyakkimaru paused, pulling back and tilting his head at you just the slightest. You blushed, loosening your hold on his hands before placing one of your hands over his heart.
“I want this to matter more than it does. I want you to feel this kind of pleasure with the person you love. I cannot take your purity from you. You are not mine.”
Hyakkimaru seemed taken back, pulling back just slightly before he placed his hand over your heart. The two of you felt each others racing heart beats before Hyakkimaru turned to the side, his finger drawing within the sand.
‘I love you’
His head turned back to you, and you couldn’t help but tear up. Grabbing his face gently, you shyly kissed him, and he sighed, body relaxing as if in relief. He pulled back to nuzzle his nose against your cheek, and you chuckled.
“I would like to wait before we do anything, Hyakkimaru. I want to experience your love mentally and spiritually before I feel it physically.”
He slowly nodded in understanding, and you smiled softly before pulling yourself together. Pulling yourself from his lap, he frowned for a moment before grasping your hand.
Suddenly, a rustling caught your attention, and Dororo popped out, smiling widely and exclaiming.
“We’re back!”
Hyakkimaru sighed, his hands coming up to his ears, and he laid his head in your lap. Chuckling, you greeted Dororo and Biwamaru.
“Hello, you two. Did you find anything useful?”
Biwamaru grinned at you, patting Dororo’s head.
“We didn’t find much, but I’m sure you did.”
You blushed heavily while Dororo quirked an eyebrow up.
“What do you mean by that, Priest?”
“Hey, it’s almost dinner time! Who is hungry?”
You exclaimed to avoid the impending eradication of your dignity. Biwamaru laughed loudly, and you growled, scratching Hyakkimaru’s head gently to calm yourself.
“You are a menace.”
“Only to the young.”
[END]
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