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aclowntiny · 11 months

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Hello 👋 I really love your writing like very very much 😊 ❤ 💖 if I can request can I ask for Ateez first "I love you " moment?? Like who said it first and the reaction ?? It's okay if you didn't though , i just want to tell you that you're amazing 🤗

Absolutely you can! Thank you so much love, that literally means the world to me 🥰🥰🥰 making things that people enjoy is my number one goal & hearing this is why I keep going 🥹 (also, I want one of those pearl teddy bears so bad 🥺 where's my man at)

First 'I Love You' With Ateez (Gender Neutral)

Hongjoong

It was date night. Nothing fancy, just a night in, but with a boyfriend like Hongjoong, even that was one of the most beautiful evenings you could imagine.

He squared off one of his building's balconies, draping the whole thing in fairy lights. He gathered an assortment of the most delicious hors d'oeuvres he could find, laid them out like art on a little table for you too, and finished it off with some of your favorite dessert from a little corner bakery you two had been dying to try.

You ate, you talked, just catching up on your days and your goals, Hongjoong’s free hand occasionally traveling across the table to run affectionately over the arm you had rested there. It brought a shy smile to your face each time, which brought a proud one to his in turn.

When your meal was finished and your conversation had lightened, Hongjoong rose from his chair, crossing your little paradise to a speaker, which he turned on to play some music. He made his way back to where you sat, stopping right next to your chair and extending his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

How did you get so lucky? “Of course,” you breathe, placing your hand in his.

He pulls you up, steadying you by the small of your back as his other hand slides out to hold yours. The music is soft, intimate as you sway together and gaze into each other’s eyes. Several songs pass like that, each blending into the other as Hongjoong draws your focus, expertly turning and dipping you, even stealing a kiss on one of them.

Finally, as one song ends, he speaks again. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Of course,” you whisper, daring not to break the fairy-lit magic of the night.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” he says, and that’s when you know the magic will never break, not when you’re here with the man of your dreams, “you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. My hear, my muse. I love you, (y/n).”

Not a thought is needed before you reply that you feel the same, that you truly are his and only his. If you had any doubts, the smile he gives you shatters them completely, replacing them with the same butterflies he’s always made you feel as he pulls you flush against him. You’re barely dancing now, but neither of you care.

“What a beautiful night,” you gush.

Hongjoong turns, a hand tilting your chin towards him as he leans in all the way. “It’s trying to compete with you.”

Seonghwa

What did Seonghwa do to deserve someone like you? Someone who made him tea, sat with him while he built legos and recorded his ASMR, someone who gifted him with the greatest, most natural and unadulterated laughter accidentally recorded into said ASMR mic, someone who sent him the cutest pictures with encouraging words every day just because he was on your beautiful mind. How lucky.

With you, he felt...light. Euphoric. Like he was shown more and more sides of a big heart every day that you took care of him. And darn it if he wasn't going to be the one to take care of you, too.

He claimed the dorm kitchen, shooed any potential intruders out. Googled all your favorite things, made sure he wasn't missing a single bit of it. Called you and told you to be over for a surprise, that he couldn't wait to see you.

And tell you how much I love you, he wanted to say, but that was to come later. For now, he had work to do.

You arrived just as he finished, making the way toward the kitchen with widening eyes, first at the smell, then at the sight of Seonghwa laying out your favorite meal at the table, which was centered by a vase of your favorite flowers. With an exclamation of endearment you shuffled across the kitchen, jumping into his arms for a big hug.

"I know today was a long day," he told you, "so I wanted to surprise you. Make sure you didn't have to lift a finger for dinner after it all."

"Seonghwa, this is amazing," you breathed, making him smile with the way your body visibly relaxed, "I- I-"

"I love you," both of you said at the same time.

You felt your eyes widen, saw Seonghwa's do the same. Your hands shot up to your face in surprise, fell to reveal the big, gorgeous smile he loved being the cause of. Reaching out his arms once more, he pulled you into his chest, holding you gently there against his beating heart.

"Thank you."

"You're the one who did all this, I should be thanking you," you protested, though you made no effort to leave his embrace.

You feel his head shake on top of yours, the motion ruffling your hair a bit. "No, thank you," he insists, "you've just given me a much better gift. Now, what say we enjoy some dinner, hm?"

Yunho

Yunho knows he loves you when even a text from you changes the trajectory of his day. He knows he loves you by the way you know him so well, remembering every little thing about him. He knows he loves you by the way your smile is the first and last thing he wishes he could see every day.

He knows he loves you, now all that's left is to tell you. He asks you out to a nice dinner, and beyond your pleasant surprise at the proposed fancy outing, you don't seem to catch on to anything special. Yunho's just glad you can't feel how rapidly his heart is beating, even though he knows it's all anticipation. After all, once the decision came to his head, it was as natural as breathing, one of the easiest he's made- it feels right.

You walk into the restaurant dressed to the nines and the sight takes his breath away. It seems to show, and he's glad, because as his eyes land on you you give him the biggest smile, fondness and gratitude already present in your eyes. Yunho wants those things to always stay there when you look at him.

When he tells you he already ordered your favorite appetizer, you clap adorably. When he presents you with the bouquet and the pearl teddy bear, you light up even more, shining brighter than the crystal chandeliers adorning the ceiling.

"Yunho, this is all so wonderful- what is it for?" You finally ask.

He was going to wait until after dessert, maybe even until your goodnight kiss, but he's swimming in the highlights of your eyes and the opulent walls of the restaurant have faded out completely and he can't help himself. The moment is right.

"Because I love you," he replies simply, "no other reason than that."

You take his breath away again, this time by launching yourself half out of your seat and into his arms, crushing him in a hug he's happy to reciprocate. You're both warm, you're both giggling, and your scents are pleasantly mingled as you speak again.

"I love you, too."

Yeosang

Yeosang wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was sure why he was doing it. Shifting the box in his hands, he reached one up to ring your doorbell.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him standing at your door, but your lips immediately curled into a smile that went straight to Yeosang’s heart. If he had needed any more encouragement, he’d just gotten it. “Surprise!” He exclaimed sheepishly.

Your eyes travelled from his down to the white box he was holding. “What’s this?”

“It’s a surprise,” he teased, “you have to let me in to find out~”

“Oh, right,” you chuckled, stepping out of the way, “I’m sorry. Please, come in, go set it down! I hope it wasn’t heavy.”

Even if it had been, it would have been well worth it. Your adorable look of surprise, the way your home smelled just like you- even if that was weird to say, it was true and Yeosang loved it. Resting the box on your table, he swiveled to face you, to reach for your hands at your sides.

“I wanted to share this with you,” he told you, nodding at the box when you gave him a confused slight frown.

“Alright,” you nodded back, eyes not leaving his, “what is it?”

Fumbling toward the table, his hands found the top of the box. “I hope you love it!” With a proud smile, he unveiled the most beautiful cake you’d ever seen. Pink and white ombré frosting was piped along the top and bottom and dotted with heart-shaped sprinkle. Edible glitter dusted the white top, which had gorgeous calligraphy swirled on top. I love you, the words read.

Your hands just shot up in surprise. “Yeosang, I… this is beautiful. It’s really for me?”

“Well, as long as I get a piece too,” he replied, giggling as he pulled you in closer by your hands, feeling his heartbeat pick up the longer you went without addressing the words, “what do you think?”

You finally peeled your eyes off the cake, and when they fell on him it gave him all the answer he needed, the dull thud within him crescendoing into a soar. Your gaze darted between the loving stare he’s giving you and a bit lower, sliding along his profile eagerly.

“Well, I didn’t prepare a cake, but hopefully this’ll do as an ‘I love you’,” you answered, one of your hands leaving his to find the small of his back, bringing him as close as you could get him as passionately kissed him.

He giggled again when you separated, one of his hands gently playing with your hair.

“You’re sweet,” you whisper, doe-eyed at Yeosang’s affection.

He leans in to press his lips to your cheek. “Speaking of sweet…”

“Yes, we can cut the cake now.”

San

Complete and utterly lost in you- that's the only way to describe how San feels. There are city lights and a gorgeous breeze and the smell of the sea all on different horizons of his little orbit, but they're barely perceptible in the face of your laugh, those eyes that San doesn't know what he did to earn such looks from. All he knows is that he wants to do it again and again in this life and the next.

You're warm at his side, an arm tucked in his as you stroll along the beach, another successful date in the books. You're telling him everything you love about the sea, how powerful it feels to you, how close to the very forces of nature themselves, and all San can think of is how you're describing is how his heart feels in the presence of yours. He can't keep this to himself.

"I know that feeling," he says.

You smile and his heart bursts all over again, his arm tightening just so around yours. Just enough to pull you a little closer.

"Right? The ocean is such a magnificent creation, it's just-"

"No," he shakes his head, "it's something far more beautiful."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Oh? What's that?"

"You. You're far more magnificent than the sea could ever hope to be, and my heart feels just as drawn to the waves of yours."

Your free hand rises to your chest. "Wow. Is that from a book?"

He shakes his head again. "Just from me to you. Too much?"

"Oh, uh, no," you stutter, an adorable, just-barely-visible in the night's dim light flush dusting your cheeks, "I just wasn't expecting you to get so poetic."

"Neither was I," San laughs, reaching up to pinch your warming cheek, "but being in love makes us do funny things."

"It sure does," you agree, "like this."

Your free hand rises again, this time to smooth his hand over your cheek, holding it there as you kiss him. San releases his grip on your arm to pull you in closer by the waist, wasting no time in returning the passionate seaside kiss.

"No, seriously," he tells you as you pull apart, forehead resting on his, "I really love you."

Your gaze falters a little, but you smile wider and echo his sentiments as his hand finds yours, pressing them in their joined state over his heart.

Mingi

"Don't you want to finish the movie?"

Your whispered words tickle Mingi's cheek and the side of his neck as you lean down to his horizontal form. You two have a love seat to yourselves as Ateez hold their movie night, the film about halfway through now. Mingi, though, has just laid down, his head having drooped against you a few times before he stopped fighting it.

"Mm-mm," he shakes his head against the love seat cushions, snaking his arms against your waist to pull you closer into him, "you're comfortable. Better than the movie."

Having already been half laying down, you surrender, dropping completely to your side to assume the position as Mingi's little spoon. As soon as you've done that, though, he turns you around in his arms to face him, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Warmth rises to your cheeks at the feeling of his breath, leading you to exhale in a little chuckle as you reach around to hold Mingi, too.

"Well, good night, then," you tease, tilting your head to close your very tiny gap with a peck on his lips.

"Good night. I love you."

You briefly stiffen in his hold, leaning back to see if he's fallen asleep already, just saying whatever in his stupor. The moment you scan him, though, his eyes open wide, one falling shut in a wink. Suppressing a giddy laugh, you just smile, settling back down and snuggling even closer to him.

"I love you, too, Mingi."

Wooyoung

The stars hang high in the sky and everyone is fading fast save for Wooyoung and you, his other half. His better half, if you ask the rest of Ateez. The one who manages to simultaneously pump him up and calm him down.

Except right now, there's no calming him down-it's the last song of the night, but despite its many predecessors, your boyfriend is as hyped as if he'd just picked up the microphone. Grinning, you glance at the screen, expecting a party song, so surprise flits across your face when you see Wooyoung choose a song from a musical. He points at you with a wide smile, beginning an ostentatious, goofy comedic love song that has the other seven guys cringing and groaning.

You for your part just pick up a microphone and give it right back to your boyfriend, matching every sweep of his arm, finger heart, and ridiculous miming gesture as if you two had coordinated. He turns it into a skit, your singing melting into a very corny sung conversation that has your audience shaking their heads in amused exasperation. Only those two, you see their mouths saying, and that gives you a rush of joy. They may be embarrassed, but to you, it shows you that there's something special about you and Wooyoung.

He feels it too, clearly, as he grabs you and dips you the moment you finish your thought, sending a chorus of cheers soaring over you two.

"That was so much fun," he leans down toward you.

"It was," you agree with a big smile, gazing into his eyes.

"We play so well together," he continues, leaning even further.

"We do," you all but sigh, anticipation fluttering in your eyelashes.

"I love you." Your noses are almost touching now.

A fiery wave of joy crashes over you and you can't help yourself any longer, your hand finding the back of his head to tangle in his black locks and pull him all the way into you. Even more tired exasperation and mock-disgust sounds off around you, but beneath the dim purple light of the room and the dreamy red haze cresting your heart, you can't care less. They get a show.

"I love you, too," you whisper as your lips separate, Wooyoung's hand on your back gently raising you to your feet, where he wraps both arms around you.

Jongho

"Thank you for agreeing to this," Jongho says, turning to face you, to get a look into your eyes.

"Agree to this?" You snort. "You make it sound like some sort of procedure, not a date."

A smile rises to his lips. Alright, he'll give you that one. It did sound a little funny. "Well, not everyone enjoys going on hikes."

"With you, someone could sit us down and read us the phone book and I'd still have a good time."

Jesting as they are, something about your words strikes a cord deep within Jongho's fluttering chest. They're playful, but they boil down to a very specific essence what your presence is to him: comforting, the highlight of his day, easy, the joy of being in his element no matter what the situation, what went wrong, simply because it was you.

Should he say something?

"Well, come on!" Before he can, your fingers are intertwining with his, pulling him forward along the trail. Laughing, he picks up the pace behind you, stopping just as suddenly when you reach the trail sign and take a selfie with him.

Life with you is an adventure. Ugh, that sounds corny, Jongho thinks, but it's so true and he has to admit he loves it. No, not it. You. He loves you.

The hike is quiet, peaceful for the most part. Every now and again, one of you will point out a butterfly or a bent tree, stop to take a picture, crack a joke. No pretense, just the bracing air, the sunshine, and your hand in his. Jongho's heart is beating a little faster, but you aren't on a strenuous enough trail for him to play that off as exertion.

Soon enough, you reach the top, the trail bottoming out into a meadow of waving grasses dotted with adorable little wildflowers. Jongho stops to take it all in, but you run headfirst in, frolicking like a deer set free, and he can't help but smile and give a fond shake of his head as he follows you. When he reaches you, you've picked a mini bouquet of the tiny pink and yellow flowers, holding it so gingerly, clearly having the time of your life if your expression of pure joy is anything to go off of. Once again, it's like cupid's arrow is shooting straight into his heart.

"Isn't it cute? ...Jongho?"

He'd been staring off into space. Heck, he still is. You're not used to the dreamy look in his eyes, and it still feels new to him, but it takes him over anyway. "I love you."

Your jaw drops. "What?"

He blinks, snaps out of his love-drunk state a little, but all that does is return the words to his chest with a new fire. "I love you," he says, this time more loudly, firmly. Proudly.

You giggle, clutching your flowers a little tighter, still a bit giddy yourself. "And somewhere so beautiful, too?" Your eyes are shining more than ever, full of more love than Jongho had ever seen them shoot his was. "I love you, too. So much!"

The moment you turn around, he's ready to catch you, pulling you up from your hug until your feet lift off the ground and you give a little squeak of surprise. It's all a little corny, a little sappy, and yet as your foreheads, and then your lips, meet, all Jongho can think is how perfect it all is, how all he wants is to feel you in his arms.

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natashasnoodle · 11 months

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any chance of a fic where y/n has been sneezing and sniffling all day and Nat realises shes coming down with a bad cold so decides to look after her 😊☺️

Sniffles and Sneezes | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 2.3k

Thank you for the very sweet request <3

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The first thing that you could think of that day was how it felt that you had been hit by a truck. Your eyes hadn’t even opened yet, but your throat felt scratchy, your head felt like it was being pumped full of helium, and your body ached as though you’d had a tough day at the gym, despite not having worked out for a few days thanks to meetings and reports. With a groan you lifted your arm and weakly flopped it forward, trying to search for Natasha. Usually, you would have been more gentle, but you had truly lost a decent chunk of your motor skills.

Disappointment ebbed through you with shock waves when you felt empty sheets. They were cold, so she had been gone for a while. With a great amount of effort, you rolled onto your other side and finally allowed your eyes to open, groaning even harder as the bright lights from the gap in your curtains struck your eyeballs.

Squinting thanks to the blurriness, you looked at your alarm clock. 10:37.

Great.

You were running late on starting your tasks for the day, and Nat would be finishing up training soon. It was Monday, which meant that it was Nat’s most intense training session of the week. She liked to start off incredibly strong on Mondays so that the rest of the week seemed a bit better and she would get on with it without complaining. Whatever worked for her, you guessed. You just preferred doing it consistently each day, with shorter training sessions, Natasha’s were more erratic with longer days to make up for shorter days.

Due to it being her most intense training session, you always liked to prepare breakfasts for her on Mondays, so… if you were to do that for your lovely girlfriend, you would have to get a move on. Fast.

Grunting when heaving yourself off of the bed, swaying initially, you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and tie your hair up, before getting into some day clothes. You had too much to do today to continue slacking all morning, so you got into some presentable clothes and tidied yourself up.

Fake it ‘til you make it.

With a newfound (fake) pep in your step, you made your way through the compound and over to the kitchen. No one was there as they had already started their day hours ago, and you were glad that you didn’t have to make small talk whilst it felt like your head was being hit by a sledgehammer.

With the oven turned on, the coffee pot brewing, and you standing bent over with your forehead pressed into the cool counters, you thought that the morning was now on the right track. Even though it looked like you were going delusional from an outside view.

The smells from the bacon, eggs, and toast were delicious. Though unfortunately, the new smells hitting your olfactory system seemed to awaken a hoard of sneezes that came out, meaning you had to lift your head away from the soothing counter for your body to get them out of your system. Yet another groan escaped your lips after the sneezing fit, and you washed your hands to plate up Nat’s meal.

And like clockwork, Nat strolled in at 11 in her workout gear, cheeks flushed from exertion, and a big grin on her face. That was until she saw you. You thought you were being slick with hiding how you felt like crap, but it was clear. You were paler than normal, with a sticky sheen on your forehead, and your nose red from sniffing. Her smile faltered for a second but it soon came back, happy to see you.

“Hey, honey. How are you?”, she walked up to you and placed a kiss on your cheek, looking at you with concern, “You don’t look too good, you okay?”.

“I’m fine”, you dismissed her with a flick of the wrist and plated up her breakfast up with a tired grin, “Bon appetite!”, you spoke proudly and pushed the plate in front of where she was now sitting at the table. Nat didn’t believe that you were really ‘fine’, but she was hungry, she’d just trained for four hours, so she told herself she’d ask you again once she’d finished the breakfast.

Just as she picked up her cutlery and was about to happily dig into her food, you launched into another sneezing fit into your elbow across the room. Her face scrunched up slightly as she looked between you and the food, now not trusting that this plate hadn’t been sneezed on at some point. Unintentionally obviously. It hadn’t been, but Natasha didn’t know that.

So as to not offend you by throwing your food away in front of you, Nat shouted over and suggested you sit in the living room whilst she finished up and get comfy and ready for them to write their reports together. Once you agreed and left, Nat threw the food in the bin immediately, placing some kitchen roll over it so you wouldn’t see it. With haste, she ate a few granola bars to satiate her hunger and waited a few minutes so that it wouldn’t look suspicious.

The granola bars were not as satisfying as a cooked breakfast, but she wasn’t annoyed at all. You had tried your best even when clearly not feeling well, even though your pride wouldn’t admit it. Natasha expected to walk into the living room and make sure you were okay whilst the both of you got on with work, making sure you were staying hydrated and taking breaks, after all, you only looked to have a small cold.

Though when she walked in she saw you curled up on the sofa with your laptop in your lap, with you being a bright red, sweaty mess, suddenly congested and with constant sneezing. You clearly looked to be running a fever. Her eyes widened in shock at how much of a difference five minutes could make, and she rushed over to you, sitting down by your feet. “Sweetheart… are you sure you’re fine, you really are looking a little rough today, and you’re sneezing”, she looked at you with a small pout.

“I’m fine, I promise”, you spoke with a nasally voice followed by a bout of sneezing, making Nat cringe slightly as she reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table and handed it over to you. “No… no you’re not. You’re not doing any work today”, she decided for you and lifted your laptop off of your lap. If your muscles weren’t yelling at you then you would have tried to fight back.

Instead, a pathetic whine left your lips as your arms weakly lifted up to try and reach. But you failed. “Nuh uh. No arguing with me”, she looked at you with a stern look, an eyebrow raised. You wanted to protest, you really did, but your mind and body were just too worn down, and so you flopped back into the corner of the sofa with a groan. You were so out of it and felt so so ill that you didn’t even realise Natasha had gotten up from the sofa and came back moments later, you just felt your mouth being manually opened by her and a thermometer being shoved under your tongue.

You gagged slightly at the intrusion and Nat’s eyes widened as she quickly removed it, “Sorry honey, I did warn you I was about to put the thermometer in, boy you really are out of it aren’t you?”, she spoke with concern and squeezed your shoulder whilst you hummed in agreement before she placed it back in again. It was silent for about thirty seconds before the beeping sounded out and she checked the temperature and frowned. “Aw bub, yeah you’re really burning up”, she looked at you with a sad look and kissed your forehead, before lifting you to sit up and wrapping her arms around you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back as you flopped into her.

“I brought some water and cold medicine tablets, okay? I want you to take them now so that you can relax. We’re both taking the day off”. You wanted to complain, you didn't like taking a day off, and you knew that Natasha didn’t either, so that suggestion made you feel like a huge burden. But, when she sternly, yet softly said “No, no arguments on this”, you immediately folded, not having the strength to fight back harder.

With a whine of acceptance, she gently placed you back down so that you were curled up in the corner of the sofa, this time with a cushion supporting your back to keep you more upright. “Thank you”, she spoke gently and placed a kiss to your forehead, handing you the tablets and the water so that you could take them.

After swallowing the medicine you reached your arms out for her to come and cuddle you, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up whilst feeling this ill, but when another sneeze attack came around she shook her head, “In a little bit, okay? I’m gonna make you your favourite pasta bake whilst you try and nap, and then we can snuggle and watch some TV, how’s that sound?”, she finished with a slightly more optimistic tone, almost the tone in which one would speak to a child, in order to get you to comply in your defiant sleepy state.

But you ate that shit up and nodded with tired eyes as Nat smiled and placed another kiss to your forehead before moving to the kitchen. The pasta bake would take about forty minutes, which would hopefully be enough time for you to be able to get a small nap in and regain a bit of energy.

You lay there pouting on the sofa watching your girlfriend walk away from you and teared up when realising just how much this fever was kicking your ass. Your throat felt like it had been scratched over and over again with sandpaper, and you couldn’t seem to keep at a nice temperature.

Uncomfortable was an understatement.

You needed more water, but it was on a coaster on the coffee table. With a grunt, you sat more upright and leaned towards the coffee table, but with your weak energy, you just slid right off the sofa and onto the floor. A small whimper left your mouth at how uncomfortable the position was, but you managed to reach up and grab onto the fallen cushion that was on the edge of the sofa.

It took a lot of effort, but you moved the cushion under your head and just admitted defeat. There was no way in hell you would be able to hoist yourself back up, so you lay there uncomfortably and let sleep take over.

The next thing you know, your face was being prodded by a worried Natasha. “Oh thank God, I’ve been trying to wake you up for five minutes, you were dead to the world”, she sighed out in relief and helped you back up onto the sofa. You were no help, your body had just flopped and made itself heavy, but Nat was strong so it was easy to get you back up and comfortable. She smiled at you and cupped your cheek, “You okay?”. A weak nod signalled that you were, mostly because you had no idea what was going on, but then you smelt the tomato sauce that Nat was a master at making, and the tiniest of smiles appeared on your lips.

“Yeah, dinner’s done. Came in to wake you and saw your sorry ass crumpled on the floor, I didn’t know if you’d hit your head or not, scared me to death”, she said with a small frown as she grabbed a blanket and wrapped you up in it, making sure your arms were free to be able to eat the pasta.

“Sorry”, you said with a yawn, “Just slipped and gave up”. Nat snorted as you shrugged and then placed the pasta bake into your lap and handed you the fork, before putting on Killing Eve, making you smile again before you made the dreaded ‘pre-sneeze face’. With wide eyes, Nat quickly placed a piece of kitchen roll over your food before you had the chance to sneeze all over it and ruin it. And she was glad she did, it was the biggest sneeze attack of the day.

Wearily, you laid your head back and pouted, and Nat moved the kitchen roll away. “Come on, eat up”. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, she hated seeing you ill, and she just wanted you to be better, so she pressed play on the TV watching as your eyes lit up and you started eating, staring at the show like you were a toddler watching cocomelon. It made her chuckle slightly, not that you heard. But she was just glad to see you distracted, allowing you to momentarily forget that your immune system was at war.

After you slowly munched your way through the pasta bake, finishing about half an hour after Nat finished hers, you looked sad again. Nat cooed at you as you looked a little lost, suddenly remembering that you felt as though you were dying. “Aw come here”, she said sweetly whilst wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into her, allowing you to just drape yourself across her.

“Now we can be snuggled up for the rest of the day, yeah?”, when your response was a sneeze she grimaced slightly, realising that she was most certainly going to get sick too, but you were worth it.

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In Your Web || jjk (m)

"Jungkook’s nightly patrol should be focused on catching criminals. Instead, he’s too occupied with his girlfriend and his webs."

🕸 Pairing: spiderman!Jungkook x girlfriend!Reader(f)

🕸 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Heavy on the fluff, smut; spiderman au, college au, SBaFL au

🕸 Warnings: dom!jk, they love kissing each other 🤷, unprotective sex (be safe everyone!), oral(m), fingering, reader is restrained at one point, rough sex, cum swallowing, light cum play, dirty talk, cocky!jk, jk's cheesy but what's new?

🕸 Word Count: 10k (yassss!!!! *pats self on back*)

🕸 Credits: [betas] @hoebii Mel babe D: thank you for staying by my side. you're a reminder that good people still exist. i love u bby 🥺 n ty for the great ideas on describing jk in his suit n for yn's contact name heh; @jeonjcngkook Jords, thank you for all your help and thought you put into beta'ing! i learned new things from you! | [banner] @missgeniality SIYAAAAA!!!!! this banner is so fun to look at!!! you took my vision and make it a reality! ty for offering your talented services to me! it looks so G O O D

🕸 Storyline: This fic can be read as a standalone, but it does contain specific references to events from Seeing Double, Prepare for Trouble as well as Warning Signs. However, it doesn’t affect the overall plot... It does give a few spoilers though.

🕸 Author's Note: Happpppy birthday, Jungkook! May your day be filled with laughter and smiles and love and and and an—sklgjavf 💖 u a star

They're back!!!!! Thank you everyone for being patient as I finished my semester and found my motivation again. I've had this idea for a long time, so I'm glad it's finally being brought to life! This was meant to be a short fic, but I've really been wanting to write a long one lately... which has been a struggle D: So I'm very proud of myself for actually writing so much! Anyway, enjoy!

Please reblog and share your thoughts/comments with me as they make me happy hehe 😊 I reply!

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The cold metal beneath your hands sent a shiver throughout your body. Despite the chilly material, you gripped it firmly as you ascended what you hoped was a sturdy ladder.

Maybe agreeing to meet on a rooftop at night wasn’t the wisest decision. The experience would’ve been better if the weather wasn’t so cold. Regardless, you didn’t want to back out now.

The day was uneventful. You had only attended your classes before finishing up some homework. Occasionally, you would sneak in some time to watch something on YouTube. Although that was entertaining, it was only temporary as you were brought back to reality when your eyes found your uncomplete homework.

College wasn’t as exciting as you had heard it was. You weren’t a part of any groups that frequented parties, so perhaps that was the reason... not that you needed to be in order to have fun. You were content with the group of friends you had. However, the issue was your friends were busy with their own academia too. You were rarely in the same room with all of them.

After thirty minutes of restless tossing and turning, you had sprung from your bed and rang Jungkook. You didn’t want to stare at your bedroom walls anymore. You hadn’t seen him much today either—had only seen him at lunch since he had his own classes to attend and was playing catch-up with his homework. You figured he was out doing his usual Spidey duties despite it being half past midnight. Judging by the windy feedback that came from the other end when he answered, your suspicion was confirmed.

As you neared the rooftop, you glanced up. A familiar figure stood at the top of the ladder with their hand stretched out. You grabbed it and held it tightly as you were pulled up effortlessly.

The roof was flat and belonged to a deserted commercial building. In spite of it being in the middle of construction, it was nearly finished so you weren’t too worried about it collapsing. The road beneath wasn’t any livelier—enough cars to offer the buzz of passing vehicles, but not so much to be the dominant sound in the area. From this height, they appeared to be toy cars children would play with. You could imagine kids with controllers guiding their cars through a makeshift track. Albeit a lot more organized.

The first thing you saw when your feet touched the ground were two white teardrop shapes. The familiarity brought a wave of comfort washing over you.

“I feel like I should be asking for your autograph,” you teased the hero before you.

Spider-Man chuckled, using your hand that was still grasped in his to bring you closer. He removed his mask with his other hand and shined a playful smile in your direction. His hair was tousled and unkempt due to being squashed beneath the mask. He looked cute.

“I’ll give you one,” Jungkook replied and carefully tucked his mask into the waistband of your jeans. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and you peered up at him with a faint grin.

“How much do you think I could make off of it?”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, the corner of his lip twitching as he tried to suppress a smirk.

“You won’t be able to make anything off of it,” he answered and lowered his head.

“I beg to differ,” you snickered. “I saw people trying to sell pieces of your webs you leave behind for a hefty amount.”

“Gross,” he murmured before resting his forehead against yours.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement. Before you could change topics, Jungkook spoke again.

“What I meant was, you won’t be able to make anything off it because it won’t be tangible.”

Confused, you started to move back to look at him, but Jungkook kept you close.

“What do you-”

Without warning, Jungkook surprised you by pressing his lips upon yours. The kiss was gentle and had you relaxing in his arms. Even though being kissed by Jungkook was nothing new to you, his kisses always had your brain short-circuit.

Jungkook moved away too soon, but only to connect his lips to your neck. Your mouth fell open as your breathing intensified under his touch, his lips kissing just beneath your jaw. Despite the unexpected action, your body reacted quickly. You tangled a hand in his locks when he nipped at your cool skin. The breezes that tangled your hair caused goosebumps to rise across your arms and you cuddled closer to his body for warmth.

After a few more kisses, you felt his tongue glide across your neck. His movements were slow; he took his time to trace patterns on your skin while he gently massaged the sides of your body.

The light motions of his hands combined with the languid glides of his tongue had you squirming. You bit your lower lip to suppress your giggles from the sensations.

Jungkook grinned against your skin at your reaction and dug his fingers into your waist to keep you from escaping his grasp. Instead of pulling away after a moment, he opted for kissing toward your ear.

“That was a one-of-a-kind autograph. Only for you, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling at your skin.

Your eyes opened suddenly when you realized he had spelled his name on your neck with his tongue.

Jungkook withdrew from you and laughed at the startled expression settled on your face. His eyes lingered on the sheepish look since he found it amusing.

Though at his laugh, you hastily composed yourself again.

“T-thank you?” you said, unsure what to say, yet you were weak at the knees from his actions. It always felt good to be reminded you were his.

Jungkook responded by pecking your cheek.

“’Course. How was your day?” he asked, hands still palming your sides absentmindedly.

“Dull,” you sighed. You reached up to tuck a strand of hair from his face that was blown by the wind. “Was yours good?”

Jungkook shrugged. “It wasn’t bad. The night’s kind of slow tonight, too.”

You stayed silent as your gaze danced across his face, admiring his soft features that were lit by the moonlight. His dark eyes bore into yours, lips tugged in a small smile. He tilted his head as he got lost in his own thoughts. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t truly seeing you. The hand that had trailed up to his hair earlier slowly started to twist a few strands between your fingers.

Your eyes began to trail downward. His red and blue suit stretched snuggly around his toned frame. As if hypnotized, the hand playing with his hair slid down to his chest, touching his firm muscles from over the fabric. It put you at ease from the known feeling.

His breathing became irregular when he felt your hands trace the intricate patterns of his suit. You were grateful you were able to feel the unique spandex material in comparison to the cheap counterfeits being sold.

When your hands traveled lower, he drew in a sharp breath. His kneading on your body stopped.

“Is this why you called to ask where I was?” His tone was playful though a little strained. He tried to keep his heart rate steady so as to not be affected by your wandering hands. “You knew I was on patrol.”

“I had a feeling,” you admitted softly, flickering your gaze up to meet his own but continuing your hand south.

“I’m supposed to be looking for bad guys,” Jungkook attempted to regain his sense of control. “You’ve already distracted me enough.”

“You said tonight was a slow one,” you said and stopped your hand from going past his pelvis.

“Y-yes, but I should still keep an eye out.”

You gave him a teasing smile and gradually pulled away from him, watching him closely as he released a deep breath with a faintest frown. His hands fell to his sides.

“Are you sleepy?” Jungkook asked, changing the topic abruptly while his fingers tapped against the top of his thighs. You weren’t sure if he was anxious, excited, or nervous about something.

“No. Are you?” you replied suspiciously. His question was innocent, yet you had a feeling he asked for a reason.

Jungkook shook his head at the question then glanced around the rooftop. You followed his gaze and looked to the right to see a higher part of the building. The roof had two levels.

“Wait here for a second,” he instructed. With speed, he began to fire webs that connected from the wall to the rooftop’s floor.

You watched in puzzlement for a few seconds before you realized what he was doing.

It was odd to see your boyfriend spin his own web, yet it was fascinating nonetheless. He’s never done this in front of you. However, you figured by his deft hands, he had done this before. Watching him, you became grateful his webs didn’t shoot out of his ass. What if he farted and—?! Alright, brain. That’s enough. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to see that. Just the image made you giggle and cringe simultaneously.

“Bet you could catch a lot of flies with that,” you mused, attention focused on him again instead of your questionable thoughts.

Jungkook glanced your way and paused, a knowing grin on his lips. “I’m planning to catch something else.”

“Yeah?” you wondered playfully.

Jungkook hummed as he finished what he was up to. The web wasn’t anything special in terms of design. It appeared to be like any other web, but larger—as if looking through a magnifying glass. You wondered if it would stick to your fingertips and collapse like the ones at home.

Jungkook walked down from the top, strangely balancing—or not so considering his powers—on the slanted material.

“Alright. Come here, baby,” he called for you. He stood near the edge of the web, hand stretched out as he waited for you to join him.

You shuffled your feet, uncertain if going on the web was the best choice. Sure, Jungkook was standing perfectly fine on it, but was it really robust enough to handle the both of you?

“Any slower and I’m going to pull you here,” he complained.

“My pace hasn’t stopped you before,” you huffed, all movements halted.

Jungkook laughed lightly and shook his hand in hopes it’d get you to come quicker, “Yeah, but I’m trying to be a gentleman this time.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be as stable as you on that, Koo,” you said. Your steps were small and hesitant.

“Don’t worry. I got you,” he reassured.

You took a deep breath as you placed your hand in his. The first step was scary, and you held onto Jungkook’s hand with a deadly grip. The web dipped slightly at your weight but stayed taut for the most part. The strength of it surprised you. You knew Jungkook’s webs were not easy to break but relying on them for flooring and being tangled up with them were different.

“There you go,” Jungkook smiled as he led you to the center carefully. Similar to a real spider’s web, it was slightly sticky, and you had to tug your legs up a little harder than normal to walk. You wondered if you ran and jumped on the web if you would stick to it like a fly. Though, you had a gut feeling Jungkook had already tested that theory in the past.

Jungkook guided you to sit down, slinging an arm over your shoulder and resting his head against yours. The warmth from his body felt comforting in the chilly night and it reminded you how thankful you were to simply be able to snuggle against him. You wondered how long you could stay like this without interruptions.

“Is college what you expect it to be like?” Jungkook asked, voice soft and blending with the breezes.

“Sort of,” you shrugged. “Lots of studying and sorority parties I never attend.”

He chuckled, laying back against the web. One leg was bent and his arms outstretched. You followed his lead. Your head rested against his arm, and you pressed your side against his. You both stared up at the starless sky. It was a shame the city lights were concealing the twinkling stars.

“Except the one,” Jungkook argued teasingly, recalling that night’s events after the Halloween party.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks and Jungkook patted your head blithely.

“How’s Aunt May?” You tried to change the subject.

Jungkook let it slide and answered, “She had her first baking class last weekend. She said she really liked it and plans to make me her taste-tester.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky,” you replied and glanced at him. His face scrunched up briefly. “Why that face? You’re getting free desserts!”

“Did you not hear when I said it was her first class? Plus, I fear I may lose my amazing physique if she feeds me everything she tries to bake.” Jungkook’s tone was light, but you knew there was some truth behind his words.

You laughed and you sat up to look down at him. He had moved his other hand to be tucked under his head sometime during your conversation. He looked so peaceful lying on his web in the middle of the night. Even when his lips were in a tight smile, he still made your heart race.

“Hey, don’t underestimate Aunt May’s skills. She could be a prodigy when it comes to baking. And just bring the food to class. Students love free food.”

“Ah, you’re so smart,” he said and gently tugged you back down with one hand. You tucked your body against his side, one leg draping itself over his straightened limb. Jungkook raised his head slightly to look down at you with an adoring expression. He just wanted to be close to you while he could. He was enjoying the calm night. It wasn’t every day he could have these moments with you.

“Someone has to be,” you kid.

“Yah! Jagiya,” he whined and threw his head back against the web. The wind blew some of his hair into his face, but Jungkook didn’t bother with moving the strands. He let them sway in the breeze.

“Truth hurts, huh, Koo?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and hugged your body.

“You’re being a brat,” Jungkook huffed.

You giggled, enjoying the light bickering. “I’m sorry.”

You tilted your head with a pout, placed a hand on his chest, and tapped your fingers in a rhythm to get his attention.

“Kookie,” you said, voice slightly higher than normal when he didn’t look at you. Jungkook didn’t budge. He stubbornly kept his gaze locked on the dark sky.

Sighing, you leaned up and squished his cheeks with your hand. His lips pursed involuntarily at the act and a whine of protest left him. He shook his head, but there wasn’t enough force to actually break away.

“Do you forgive me?” you asked.

After a few seconds of silence, you pecked his pouty lips.

“I think you’re very smart,” you complimented and gave him another quick kiss.

“And funny,” you continued, accompanied by a third kiss. “And caring. And handsome. And sexy. And cute. And the best boyfriend in the wor- Hmph!”

Jungkook had stayed still as you showered him with compliments. He tried to suppress the smile forming with each kiss you placed on his lips. His heart was beating faster the more attention you gave him.

Hearing enough, he quickly leaned up and smashed his lips against yours, hand tangling in your hair to stop you from pulling away.

Your hand on his face eased as your eyes fluttered shut when he started to move his mouth.

Jungkook pressed you flushed to his body. His legs wrapped around yours as he kept you in his tight grip.

With a gasp, you receded from the kiss.

“Is that a yes?” you questioned breathlessly.

“No,” he replied, chest heaving slightly. “I just wanted you to shut up.”

“Jungk-”

He tugged your head back down and connected your lips once more. This time, you successfully moved from him.

“Now who’s being the brat?” you huffed.

Jungkook laughed, lips a little swollen and eyes filled with love and lust. He reduced his grip on you and let his legs sprawl beneath your body.

You adjusted yourself so you were straddling him. His hands came up to rub your thighs, eyes following you as you leaned over him. You carefully pushed all his hair out of his face as Jungkook stared at you quietly.

The quietness was tranquil and neither of you felt the need to fill it. Perhaps with someone else, it might have been awkward. You might have fidgeted under the silence or tried to ask generic questions to fill the space. Though with Jungkook it was different. Being in his presence was all you needed to feel content.

Jungkook studied you. It was harder to see your face as your back was against the sky, the moonlight not having a way to illuminate your features. Despite this, he knew your face was in its most relaxed state. Your movements were unrushed and gentle, indicating how serene you felt. Even if he couldn’t see your face clearly, your eyes sparkled in the darkness that had him mesmerized by your beauty. He couldn’t see the stars in the sky, but he only needed you to be the light in his life.

“You’re pretty,” you whispered as you slowly moved the last few strands from his face.

Jungkook was drawn from his thoughts by your comment.

“I know you are,” he said with a cheesy grin.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook gripped your thighs firmly with a shake of his head. You shut your mouth with a pout, not in the mood to disagree anymore.

Jungkook let out a small laugh at your expression and wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you on him again.

“Can’t believe you’re all mine, baby,” he whispered. His lips ghosted yours as he pushed the hair that fell into your face. He held his hand in your hair and stroked the side of your face with his thumb tenderly.

Your heartbeat quickened with each second that passed by with Jungkook staring at you. Your faces were so close, yet no one made a move.

“May I keep you out a little longer?” Jungkook asked kindly.

You nodded, a smile on your lips. Although you had class tomorrow, you didn’t want to leave Jungkook’s embrace.

“You may.”

Jungkook wasted no more time and kissed you for the umpteenth time that night. Though, you could never get enough of his kisses as they always had you feeling giddy.

He moved his lips languidly against yours, tracing your lower lip with his tongue slowly so as to soak up this moment like a sponge. He wanted to remember the taste of your lips, the feel of your skin under his hands, the weight of your body on his.

His tongue met yours and he crept his hands down your sides following the curve of your body, loving the way your legs squeezed his waist at the feel of his hands roaming your hips.

Your hair fell around his face and Jungkook could feel a few strands tickling his cheeks, but he didn’t care to move them.

Jungkook’s hands slid up to grab your ass. He gripped it roughly, which caused you to press your lower half over his.

You inhaled sharply when Jungkook did it again.

One of your hands caressed the side of his face while the other trailed up and down his torso. You could feel every bump and curve of his toned body due to the tight spandex of his suit. You pressed your body harder against his to feel more of him. There was always something so attractive when he donned his suit. You rolled your hips at the thought of having the hero beneath you all to yourself.

“You remember what you said to me that night of the party?” Jungkook questioned between breaths when you both broke away from the heated kiss.

You gave him a puzzled look, mind going blank momentarily as you lifted yourself to see him better.

Jungkook smirked and answered for you, “You said I looked sexy in my suit.”

You glanced away from him meekly. Not only did you think it now, but you also thought it then too. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he continued.

“Do you think I look sexy in it now?”

Jungkook already knew the response from the way you tucked your chin to your chest. He just wanted you to admit it verbally. Gently, he moved your face, so you were looking at him again. He waited for your answer.

Reluctantly, because you knew it was what he wanted to hear, you answered, “Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you with my suit on,” he recalled with a sinister smile and slid his hand back to rest on your ass. “And I sort of did then, but it didn’t really satisfy your idea, right, baby?”

You stared down at him with rapt attention, hands pressed on his chest. You remembered how his attire had been around his thighs, which only had exposed his torso. He was right in that it didn’t give the same effect as when it covered him completely. The more you thought of him fully dressed having his way with you, the more you could feel your panties dampening.

“Speak to me,” he encouraged, a hand lightly tapping your ass to get your attention.

“Yes, I remember. You’re right,” you replied hurriedly.

“What if I told you I wore a different suit today?” he wondered aloud. “You still want me to fulfill that dream of yours?”

For some reason, you were suddenly shy. You wanted it, yes, but you felt a little ashamed of the thought. You were sure Jungkook had made the suit tight so he could maneuver easily, not to be ogled at. Yet here you were. The idea of him being fully suited up and making you a moaning mess was tempting.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured and averted your gaze.

“Why so shy?” he asked, voice softer than before.

“I feel I shouldn’t want to,” you trailed off.

“But I want to,” Jungkook reassured and put emphasis on himself. “I want to fuck you in my suit.”

“B-but you wear this to be a hero,” you began to argue, peering at the material, “not to satisfy some fantasy of mine.”

Jungkook shook his head and moved your head to look at him. “What if you weren’t the only one with that fantasy?”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if he was just saying that. Not only were you still hesitant, you now felt bad for ruining the mood. Your shoulders slumped at the realization.

“I’m not just Spider-Man in this suit. I’m Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend, and you helped me see that,” he continued to try to erase your doubts when he saw your shoulders sag.

You listened to him silently.

“Plus, you’re telling me heroes can’t have a little fun?” His light tone etched away a sliver of your uncertainty. “Don’t feel guilty for how you feel. You’re not the only one who thinks I look ‘hotter than ghost peppers’ in my suit.”

Your eyes widened at his reply, not anticipating hearing such a comment. Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“My favorite from last week was being told I was ‘so hot even milk can't wash it down’.”

You shook your head with a smile and a small laugh–a mixture of disbelief and amusement. His words made you feel better.

“People have an interesting way with words online,” he shrugged as if he was used to it. He probably was at this point in his hero career.

“So, what do you say?” Jungkook asked and raised a hand to graze your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes dropped down briefly to watch the way your mouth parted when he rubbed your lip delicately. “Will you help your boyfriend pass some time while he’s on patrol?”

“I thought you were supposed to be looking out for criminals,” you huffed teasingly when you recalled his earlier replies. You were grateful Jungkook was there to lift your spirit back up.

To him, he wasn’t bothered by your hesitancy. He was just happy to talk you through the little speed bump. The mood was never ruined.

“I am,” he retorted and removed his hand from your face. “I already got one.”

A gasp left your lips when a hand came down on your ass abruptly, your fingertips digging into his chest in response.

“I’m not a criminal,” you scoffed when you realized the action implied he had deemed you as one. “What crime did I commit?”

“You stole my heart. I say that’s quite a big crime.”

You blinked at him dumbfoundedly.

“You did not just-”

“You have the right to remain silent-”

“You’re not a police officer.”

Jungkook exhaled dramatically, “You gotta work on your roleplay skills, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. Jungkook laughed, visibly proud of his comment.

“Didn’t know you were into that,” you mused.

Jungkook shrugged. “Never tried, but I’m not going to say no if you wanted to try it.”

Even though his tone was light, you could tell from the way his eyes widened out of curiosity that he was being serious.

“Maybe in the future,” you suggested and leaned down.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he said before your lips met his.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, pressing your hips to his more.

Your hips began to slowly circle as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling against each other. You suppressed the moans bubbling in your throat every time your clit caught friction. You felt the bulge underneath you growing with each swivel of your hips and it had your heart pumping quicker.

Jungkook’s hands moved from your ass to your hips, guiding their movements while pushing his own up to meet your body more. You moaned into his mouth at the rougher feeling.

Jungkook pulled away with a sharp inhale, chocolate eyes dark with lust.

“Mask on or off?” Jungkook panted.

As much as you loved seeing his handsome face, you wanted to try something different.

“On.”

Jungkook smirked and plucked his mask from your jean’s waistline.

“Other people would love to be in my position,” you thought out loud as you eyed him retrieving his mask. Although you didn’t mean to gloat, a part of you did feel a little ego boost at the statement.

“Don’t wanna think of other people,” Jungkook said. “Just wanna think of you, baby. Just you. Only you. This is only for you.”

Your heart warmed at his rambling, and you captured his lips with yours tenderly, both hands cradling the sides of his face as if he was your anchor in a restless ocean.

“For us,” you corrected into the kiss.

Jungkook smiled, giving you an extra peck on the lips after you moved away.

You rubbed his chest lightly as he pushed his hair back off his forehead before tugging the mask over his head. Being unable to see his face had a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. Here was the hero you often saw on the screens. He was untouchable to many, yet he was laying beneath you.

Though this was not your first time being with him with his mask on, knowing what was to come had your heart racing for a different reason and it excited you. Maybe it was the idea that no one but you were able to have Spider-Man like this—to have Jungkook like this—or maybe you were anxious to try something new with him. Whatever the reason, you suddenly felt your body grow warmer.

“Hi, Spidey,” you teased with a smile once the mask was secured on him.

Jungkook chuckled at your casual tone and transferred his hands to your waist.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he replied whilst he kneaded your hips softly. “’M can’t wait to see you fall apart for me.”

Your cheeks heated at his comment. You leaned down, giving him a kiss through his mask. Despite not being able to directly feel his lips upon yours, the thought was there at least. Your hands traveled between his legs when you gave him a quick kiss.

Jungkook sighed at the feel of your hand on top of his hardening cock.

You palmed him above his clothing, eyes casting down to outline his hard-on. The soft touches had Jungkook tightening his grip on your hips.

Not wanting to have all the attention, Jungkook glided his hands up your chest until he cupped your breasts through your shirt. He massaged them gently, causing you to arch your back into his soothing touches.

Your hand on his crotch pressed harder against him. Jungkook shuddered at the pressure.

“Take these off for me,” Jungkook murmured and tugged on one of your belt loops.

You nodded and carefully climbed off him to remove your jeans, forgetting you were on top of the web Jungkook spun earlier.

“Is this going to, uh, hold us?” you questioned, feeling unsure how to bring up the topic without feeling a little strange. Because who would have thought you would fuck your boyfriend on top of a giant web?

“Definitely,” he said confidently and leaned up on one elbow. He patted the web as if to show its sturdiness. “We can go as wild as we want.”

There was cockiness to his tone as he raised his eyebrows up with a crooked grin. He was definitely already prepared to have you sore tomorrow.

Another blush crept on your face at his words. “How ‘wild’ are you imagining, Koo?”

Jungkook hummed as if in thought. He gestured for you to climb back on him, and you did as he answered, “Until you’re fucked dumb and whining for my cock.”

“Jungkook,” you gasped at his choice of words. Really, you don’t know why you were taken aback. His vocabulary has always been more vulgar when he was consumed with lust. It was different from his usual easy-going, joking behavior. Perhaps it was because you hadn’t heard him speak to you like this in a while. With your schedules, you hadn’t had the chance to have an intimate moment with him.

“I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll be craving my dick for days,” he continued, just to watch you become more flustered.

Jungkook laughed at your bashful expression. He slid a hand between your legs and began to circle your clit through your panties.

“Don’t you want that, baby?” he cooed and increased his speed. Your hips jolted at the sensation, and you placed your hands on his chest with a small moan.

“To be so needy for my cock that you can’t think of anything else?”

His words had your panties getting wetter. The thought had your heart racing, and you nodded your head at his question.

Jungkook smiled beneath his mask and moved his finger to rub through your folds. A smirk formed when he felt your damp panties. Your hips started to grind against his fingers, needing to feel more of his sinful touches.

Jungkook kept the same pace for a little longer, watching as your hips got more frantic as you grew more desperate.

“Need more,” you whined and started to reach down to lead his fingers where you wanted him, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist instead.

“Did you miss my cock so much that you forgot your manners?” Jungkook scolded, not truly mad with you.

“Please,” you said unhesitant. “Give me more.”

“I just want you to beg until you can’t take it anymore,” Jungkook confessed, which had your eyes widening. “But I’ve already kept you out so late that I’ll have to do that another time.”

You felt your body relax at that, not having the patience to have him deny you longer. He hasn’t done much, yet you were eager to feel him for the first time in a while.

Jungkook watched you for a moment as he took in your relieved expression. “I’m just too nice to you, huh?” He chuckled lowly but didn’t let you reply.

Jungkook pushed aside your panties and eased one finger inside. You were wet enough from his previous actions that his fingers slid in with no resistance, making Jungkook groan.

He pumped his finger steadily and it wasn’t long before he quickly added another one. The slight stretch from it had your inhaling deeply. His slow motions had you wanting more, but you stayed still as you let him continue. You had missed his touch.

Jungkook slowed his pace, almost coming to a complete stop as he gently spread his fingers. You gasped at the feeling and pressed your thighs against his body. A hand came down and wrapped itself around his wrist. You didn’t adjust his hand but just gave it a squeeze to let him know how good it felt.

Jungkook’s lip quirked in a small smile at you. He pressed his fingers together, pumped them a few times, then spread his fingers again. His actions repeated at the same unhurried pace. While it felt pleasing, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. However, before you could request more, Jungkook retreated. You keened at the loss of his touch.

He ignored your cry and pushed the lower half of his suit down. Normally, his attire was a one-piece, but this one was different. He had several outfits he had experimented with, all with different designs.

“Think you can take over?” Jungkook questioned as he exposed his hard cock. He wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and tightened his grip. His lips parted at the feeling.

Your eyes glanced down, walls clenching around nothing when you saw his precum leaking from his tip.

You nodded and started to adjust your position, but Jungkook interrupted you.

“Where’s that sweet voice of yours, baby?”

“Yes,” you verbally answered; it earned you a content nod from Jungkook.

“Come on then, need to feel you around me,” he groaned, dick throbbing with need.

You obeyed and moved so you were hovering over his tip.

Jungkook rubbed his tip through your slicken folds, smearing his precum along them. His lips were parted; his eyes focused on how easy it was to do so. After a few more glides, he aligned himself and bucked his hips slightly until he pushed the head of his cock inside your soaked pussy.

A small yelp escaped your lips at the stretch. Understanding the message, you sank down slowly, both your moans ringing out in unison at the feeling of each other.

“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed beneath you. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Without wasting another second, you began to slide up until just his tip remained before sliding back down gradually with another moan.

Jungkook had his hands resting on your waist, trying not to force your hips down faster.

“Y-you’re big,” you gasped with your eyes closed. Your head was starting to cloud with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“Thanks, cutie,” Jungkook said playfully through a breathy laugh. His voice sounded a little stiff as he tried to keep his moans at bay so that he could hear yours better.

His tone tore you from your haze for a moment and you hit his chest half-heartedly. Jungkook laughed and rubbed your waist, unaffected by the faux scolding.

“Love the way you fit around me,” Jungkook added and thrusted up harshly once. He told himself to let you set the pace, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so tight around him.

“Ah!” you gasped at his sudden movement. Jungkook smirked at your reaction.

At his action, you increased your speed. You sank up and down his cock faster and you threw your head back at the way he filled you so blissfully. Your arms were behind you, fingertips grazing the top of Jungkook’s thighs as you bounced with vigor.

Jungkook bent his knees slightly so you could grab his thighs better for support. Once you had a solid hold, you started to rock your hips quicker.

Jungkook reached up and dragged your shirt up until it was gathered at the top of your chest. He pushed your bra up as well, tucking your shirt under the bra’s seam so it stayed put. With your breasts exposed, Jungkook greedily stared at the way they bounced with each of your movements.

Seeing you on top with your back arched slightly from the position of your arms and breasts moving had him let out a curse. He needed to release this pent-up feeling in his chest.

Without notice, Jungkook halted your hips and flipped you over. You both bounced slightly with the action and for a moment, you worried the web was going to snap. However, the thought disappeared when Jungkook forced your hands above your head.

You stared at him above you, eyes glued to the two oval shapes in his mask.

“I would turn you over so I could see that pretty ass of yours, but I know my baby girl wants to see me. Am I right?” he crooned.

“Y-yes,” you agreed.

“Since you wanted me fully suited as I fuck you, I think it’s only right for me to do this,” he trailed off. You realized what he meant a little too late. He had already adhered your wrists to the web below.

Jungkook grabbed your ankles next, pulling your legs apart then webbing them as well. He had you sprawled on top of his web, and he couldn’t feel more proud of himself. Here you were—exposed and leaking with arousal in front of him, unable to move.

“Don’t you look divine right now,” he praised arrogantly. His eyes traveled every inch of your body, and you were incapable of shielding yourself from his greedy eyes.

Even though you couldn’t see his face, you still knew the facial expression he was sporting underneath the mask and the thought had you squirming. You had never been this restrained in such an intimate moment with him, but your trust in him didn’t make you nervous. Instead, you just felt your body heat rapidly.

“Caught in my web,” he whispered as if in wonder at the beautiful sight. One of his hands raked down your body, tweaking one of your nipples before moving to the inside of your thigh. “Just ready for me to use you.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Would you like that?” he asked, low and husky.

“Yes, Jungkook,” you answered truthfully. “Want you to fuck me dumb.”

Jungkook smiled and positioned himself, so he was hovering over you, his tip resting at your entrance.

“That, I can do,” he chuckled.

He eased into you again. The snug feeling around his cock had him clutching the webbing next to your head.

Jungkook didn’t stay nestled against you for long. His pace wasn’t as fast as he could go, but he’d rather use his strength than his speed at the moment.

You moaned loudly, staring up at your boyfriend with his famous red and blue mask. Although you probably had forgotten you weren’t in the privacy of four walls, Jungkook didn’t.

He felt he should’ve told you to be quieter, but he really didn’t want to. He loved the sounds you were making, knowing he was the one causing them. He pushed away the concern he had briefly and gave you a particular rough thrust which earned him a heavenly cry from your lips. It was as if he was challenging the universe for someone to hear you.

Your body was pushed up with each shove of his hips. However, since you were tied down, you didn’t actually move much.

“Look at you,” Jungkook rasped and glanced down at where you were both connected. He could feel your walls clench around him and he groaned. “Letting me take you however I want.”

The more he pondered on that, the faster his pace got.

“Shit, you look so pretty,” he hissed. He grabbed your bouncing breasts, squeezing them as he slammed his hips against yours. The hold on your breasts was slightly painful, but the feeling between your legs was too delightful to notice for long.

“You feel s-so good, Kookie,” you stammered through gasps. Your hands were balled into fists, wanting to touch him but not having the ability to do so.

Jungkook moved his hands from your breasts so he could grip your hips. He leaned back slightly and guided your hips to his while he thrusted forward.

Your back arched, head pushing onto the web at the new feeling. You could feel him slide against the spot that had you seeing stars.

Jungkook’s eyes were gazing from your open mouth to your bouncing breasts then to where he was pounding into you. He couldn’t decide where to look as he fucked into you.

A part of him wished he could take a picture of how captivating you looked right now. The egotistical side of him wanted to show it to his friends—to brag about how well he could fuck you. How good you were to him to let him use your body for his pleasures. You were his good girl. And as much as he wanted to indulge in his own selfish pleasures longer, he remembered that you needed to be spoiled too.

Jungkook adjusted himself so he was hovering over you again. He lifted his mask just above his nose and slotted his mouth on your right nipple while a hand massaged your left breast. The feeling of his warm tongue circling the nub had you whining his name and clenching around him again.

Jungkook hummed, happy to hear how much you were enjoying his mouth on you.

You tugged on the restraints. You just wanted to rip off his mask and tangle your fingers in his locks like you usually do.

Jungkook flickered his tongue over your hardened nipple before nipping at it. The action had you gasping and pushing your chest to his face. Jungkook smiled against your skin before finding your other nipple and repeating the motions. The saliva left by Jungkook’s mouth was cooling in the chilly air, hardening your nipple.

While he was playing with your breasts, he kept up the rocking of his hips. The feeling of his big cock rubbing against your walls combined with his tongue had you near your climax.

“Jungko- Baby I-” you babbled, trying to form a full sentence. “Close,” you ended up saying instead.

“Go on, pretty girl. Come around me,” he permitted and briskly moved away from your chest. He tugged the mask down again before getting into a stable position. Without warning, he pulled out and thrusted back in harshly.

You cried, eyebrows knitting together as your body jerked upward from his force.

Jungkook stared down at you intensely, focused on getting you to come. His force was brute, no longer slow like before. Suddenly his hands were back on your breasts again.

Each slap of his hips had you trudging closer to the edge. Your eyes were half-lidded, mouth hung open as you breathed heavily. Your mind was only focused on him—the rocking of his dick in your cunt, the pleasure of his hands on your chest, and the sound of his bated breathing.

“There’s that fucked out look I wanted,” he jested through pants, but you barely registered his words through your hazy pleasure.

“Just for me,” he said. “Only I can see that look, right, jagiya?”

You whined, the energy to reply barely there. For once, Jungkook didn’t require an answer. He knew your thoughts were too occupied just by the expressions on your face.

Jungkook felt your walls tense up, sucking him back in greedily. After a few more thrusts, you came with a loud cry of his name. Your legs seized at the force of your orgasm while his name fell off your tongue like a mantra. Jungkook loved every moment of it, hearing the way you said his name so breathlessly was music to his ears.

He basked in the glory he felt at having you unravel because of him.

“Want to see your pretty mouth filled with my cum,” he husked and pulled away from your cunt.

He straddled your face and sunk his cock between your lips hurriedly.

You eagerly hallowed your mouth, bobbing your head around his heavy cock. Jungkook moaned watching you suck him off so earnestly.

“That’s it,” he praised, breathing increasing with each glide of your mouth.

“I’m close,” he murmured and slotted his fingers in your hair.

Your eyes locked on his mask, groaning around his dick at seeing the hero above you.

Jungkook tilted his head back briefly when he felt your tongue run just beneath his head, where his tip meets his shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” he shuddered. “Should have you suck my cock more.”

You hummed in satisfaction at his words, which caused Jungkook to tighten his grip on your hair at the sensation. The vibrations from your throat pushed him closer to his release.

Soon, Jungkook was emptying his load in your mouth. His hand was fisted in your hair as he pushed his hips to your face fully. His cock slid down your throat and you gagged slightly at the sudden feeling. Jungkook found the sound arousing, letting another curse fall from his lips.

He withdrew from you, some of his cum still spilling from his cock. You quickly inhaled a breath before sticking your tongue out again. Jungkook rested his tip on it and pumped his shaft, head lolling to the side as he panted. His cum landed on your tongue and Jungkook’s gaze was glued to the sight. He loved seeing you dripping with his cum—whether it be in your cunt or in your mouth.

Jungkook slid his tip into the cum pooling on your tongue before running his tip along your upper lip, painting it white.

When you felt Jungkook nudge your jaw, you swallowed.

His gaze lingered on his cum on your lip. However, the sight was soon gone when you swiped your tongue over it.

Jungkook wanted to stay over you as he caught his breath, but he knew you were probably uncomfortable, so he carefully moved off of you. With one hand, he yanked his mask off to reveal his face. His forehead was beaded in sweat while some of his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You still carry that pocketknife with you?” he asked. He knew you had carried one for protection after everything that happened with Kangdae and Seokjin. He wasn’t too happy about it initially since he didn’t want you to be in any fights, but after your constant refusals, he relented. After all, he rather you be able to protect yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you.

“Back pocket,” you said and nodded to your discarded jeans.

Instead of Jungkook getting up to grab them like you thought he would, he simply shot a web and brought them to him.

“Thought the webs were sturdy,” you joked, voice a little hoarse. “How can a tiny pocketknife cut it?”

“It’s not as easy as you may think,” he replied and switched it open. He began to meticulously saw at the webs around your wrists.

“Doesn’t this mean any criminal can just cut through your webs?”

“If they have the time and strength, yes. My webs aren’t invincible,” he answered calmly, not irritated with your curiosity. “Hence, why I try to web their arms down. And normally, one swipe of the web won’t break through it. They’ll be in handcuffs before they can free themselves.”

“We’re going to be here for a while, huh?” you sighed, the euphoric feeling ebbing away at the idea of being exposed to the icy weather longer.

Jungkook glanced at your almost-naked body as if reading your mind. Sheepishly, he gently adjusted your bra and shirt to cover your torso. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about your lower half since he had webbed you at the ankles.

“Maybe start there instead?” you suggested when you saw him glance at your legs.

Jungkook nodded and followed your advice.

The wait for Jungkook to free you didn’t last as long as you had expected. He had made sure to pay extra attention to where he slid the knife, and you were freed without a scratch. He then helped you put on the rest of your clothes.

“I’ve missed you,” he said softly as he sat next to you, rubbing at your wrists and ankles while you both regained some energy.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you replied and gave him a kind smile that had his heart melting.

“Have you thought about what I asked you a few weeks ago?” he wondered, hope lingering in his voice.

Jungkook had come to your dorm one day, seemingly nervous about something. You had worried it had to do with him being the masked hero or maybe even Aunt may. Your roommate had left the dorm to give you both space, sensing the uneasy atmosphere. Turns out, he had spent a few weeks looking at apartments for you both and had scribbled a few down he thought you might like. With the end of the year approaching, it was time to move out of your dorm as they were mainly for freshmen. You could move into a different dormitory, but it would be nicer not to. However, you hadn’t looked anywhere yet.

You were pleasantly surprised at Jungkook’s research. You were so touched by his efforts that he earned himself several kisses that day.

“I did,” you answered. “I like the one that has all those trees. They had a nice floor plan, and the price is doable if we split the cost.”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a big grin as you spoke.

“I liked that one, too,” he concurred.

“Should I make an appointment to go look at it?”

“Yeah. That sounds good to me.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook leaned forward and pressed his lips tenderly on yours. You giggled at his reaction.

“I didn’t think you’d be this excited to look at apartments,” you said and poked his cheek.

“I’m more excited to just see you more often,” he admitted. “Plus, Yoongi’s music distracts me sometimes.”

“You think I won’t distract you?” you asked playfully.

“Oh, you definitely will,” he murmured, eyes drifting to your lips momentarily. “But at least you’d be a fun distraction. Yoongi’s an old man trapped in a young body. Full of grunts and complaints.”

You laughed, nudging him to scold him.

“Imagine how hurt he’d be if he heard you say that.”

Jungkook swatted his hand in the air, pushing away the thought. “He’d probably be glad to get rid of me.”

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Too many Code Purples,” he explained and gave you a wink.

You scoffed at him, remembering how Code Purple was what he told Yoongi when he wanted alone time with you.

“I haven’t heard you use it that often,” you said. Jungkook halted his massaging on your wrists when you interlaced your fingers together.

“That’s because I do it before you come over,” he explained, leaning closer to your face with a charming smile and a few wiggles of his eyebrows.

You giggled and squeezed his hands. “That poor man.”

“I should just be blaming you for being too irresistible,” Jungkook replied.

“Alright, Casanova,” you joked with a smile. He simply pecked your lips in response.

After a moment of silence, you wondered out loud, “Do you know if Yoongi is staying on campus if you move?”

Jungkook rubbed small circles on the back of your thumb with his own.

“Actually, I overheard him talking with Hoseok. I think they’re going to try to room together off campus. Maybe I can get Yoongi to move into the same complex as us.”

“That would be nice,” you said happily. You liked the thought of having your privacy with Jungkook, but still being able to be near your friends.

Jungkook hummed, his mood not as cheerful as before. You tilted your head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he replied dismissively.

“Hey, you can talk to me,” you reassured and shook his hands.

“I know,” he said and offered you a small smile. However, he still didn’t give an explanation.

You searched his face, recalling what was said before he looked upset. And then it clicked.

“It’s Hobi, isn’t it?”

At the way his shoulders tensed slightly, you knew you were right.

“He isn’t bad, Koo,” you frowned.

Jungkook didn’t have a favorable opinion of Hoseok since he found he was involved in that group with you. Despite Hoseok helping you both out in the end, Jungkook couldn’t shake the dislike he felt toward the man. You, on the other hand, were still friends with him. Much to Jungkook’s disapproval.

“I just don’t trust him,” Jungkook huffed and looked away from you.

“You’re not going to trust him if you keep glaring at him every time he’s within a ten-foot radius of you.”

“It happens involuntarily,” he grumbled, shoulders slumping. You wished you didn’t find him so cute when he pouted.

“Well, maybe just start thinking of the positives about him when you see him instead? Like how he brought us those donuts one day. Wasn’t that nice?” you tried to persuade him.

“He brought lemon ones,” he said with a disgusted look. “I hate lemon.”

“He also bought chocolate,” you laughed softly at how adamant he was about disliking the cheery man.

Jungkook shrugged, not seeming to care about that addition to the truth.

“Next time, I’ll let him know not to bring lemon,” you said. “Even though I love lemon.” You sighed dramatically as if just the thought pained you deeply.

Jungkook eyed you carefully. You knew he was torn between wanting you to be happy with your lemon treats versus wanting Hoseok to be scolded.

“I’ll bring you lemon donuts instead,” he argued.

You smiled at his childish behavior. He really was cute when he pouted.

“Okay.”

You agreed too quickly for Jungkook to appreciate his counterattack. He now felt manipulated into buying you donuts.

“You’re a menace,” he huffed.

“Actually, I’m fairly certain Spider-Man is more of a menace than me. Didn’t you hear? He’s sticking his eight legs where he shouldn’t be,” you taunted him, recalling the ridiculous news articles you’ve read online.

Jungkook understood your reference and scoffed lightly.

“It takes a menace to know a menace,” he said.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him.

“You’re cute,” you observed, which caused him to frown.

“I think it’s past your bedtime. You’re getting delusional,” he said and started to move away from you.

You let him go, eyes following his figure as he stood up. He stretched his arms over his head, mouthing dropping open in a yawn.

“You ready to head back?” he asked politely.

You nodded.

Jungkook held a hand out for you and helped you to your feet. You stumbled a little from the uneven surface, but Jungkook held you securely so you didn’t fall. Once you stood up, you could feel the soreness between your legs—reminding you of what occurred just minutes ago. Jungkook’s demeanor was different now than before and it emphasized there were multiple sides to him that people didn’t know… and would never know.

“Did you drive here?”

“No,” you shook your head, causing Jungkook to frown.

“Yn, I told you not-”

“It was nice out and the walk isn’t far,” you attempted to reason and stared up at him with puppy eyes. Jungkook didn’t back down from his firm stare.

“It’s too dangerous, okay? If you don’t feel like driving, I can pick you up.”

Not wanting to start an actual argument, you simply said okay. That was going to be an issue to discuss later.

Jungkook must have also not been up for an argument since he didn’t press you on the topic. He sighed and pulled his lips in a smile, trying to lighten the suddenly gloomy mood. He pressed a kiss to your head.

“Let’s go then,” he said; he tugged his mask over his head and then picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms tightly around his neck.

Swinging with him wasn’t as fun as people imagined it to be. It wasn’t your preferred transportation since it often left you a little dizzy and disoriented. Jungkook was aware of the effects and swung slower than he usually did.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked after a few swings.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your body still clung to his and eyes closed.

“Almost there,” he replied and kept his focus on getting back safely.

By the time you stepped foot in your dorm, it was nearly four in the morning. Your roommate was passed out when you quietly entered your room. Jungkook had dropped you off, giving you an affectionate kiss and ensuring you felt stable before he left.

Although the late night was catching up to you, you forced yourself to do your nighttime routine. It just felt odd not to. You climbed into bed quickly after.

Out of habit, you grabbed your phone to check it. There was a notification from Jungkook.

Love Bug 4:09am i hope u sleep well. u def made my patrol a lot more fun tonight

A smile crept on your face, and you held your covers closer to your body.

Menace (loving) 4:16am I had a fun time too. Does this mean you’ll let me go on patrol with you more often? 😌

Love Bug 4:20am its tempting…but i rather we go on a date instead

Menace (loving) 4:22am Maybe soon?

Love Bug 4:25am i can make that happen

Love Bug 4:25am now go to sleep baby. talk to you tomorrow

Menace (loving) 4:26am Alright, alright. Goodnight, handsome 😊

Love Bug 4:27am good morning (;

You chuckled at his reply, remembering it was nearly 4:30 in the morning. You locked your phone, set it on your nightstand, and finally fell asleep after a long day.

When you woke up the next day, you were greeted with a wide bunny-esque smile in your view.

Despite not getting a lot of sleep, Jungkook had woken up early to buy you lemon donuts. Your roommate was on her way to class when Jungkook visited, so she let him in.

He was bizarrely cheerful considering his lack of sleep and while you wanted to be annoyed at having been woken up early, you couldn’t be mad when he seemed so joyful.

You both had your fair share of donuts—he had almond—before snuggling on your bed and falling asleep again.

This time when you were woken, you were irritated. You just wanted to sleep but there was a loud ringing close to you. It took you a few moments to realize what that noise was.

Class was about to start soon.

Jungkook was still half asleep when he tried to keep you in bed, whining for you to skip class just this once. You did contemplate it, but in the end, you forced yourself to get ready.

Jungkook had watched you silently as you got ready and when it was time to go, he walked you to class. You took a mental note to book the apartment tour soon after he left you. The idea of living with Jungkook brought a smile to your face as you sat down in class, mind wandering to the man you could see yourself with for a lifetime.

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Reckoning

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Characters: Tobias Carrick & Casey, Aurora Emery Rating: Teen Words: 2,000 Series Summary: Found here Chapter Summary: A few months after the chemical attack, a friend at Mass Kenmore gives Tobias a good-natured ribbing, and then Aurora offers him some advice. A/N: I'm getting there, y'all! I'm close to sharing exactly how these crazy kids finally get together! It's only been three years in the making! lol I'm not sure how much interest there is in this anymore, but I can tell you this, I'm elated that I'm finally getting it done! 😊

The timing of this story is just after Christmas Through Your Eyes: Part One - A Proposition (I'll be working on their masterlist to make it more understandable this weekend. 😊)

With Warning Masterlist Tobias x Casey Masterlist || My Full Masterlist

Inside, it was a typical morning at Mass Kenmore, but the thunderstorm raging just outside the window made the stark white walls and fluorescent lighting feel more like a refuge. The familiar sounds of staff chatting and announcements over the PA were almost soothing, and Tobias couldn't have felt more at home behind his desk. Aurora sat before him, and while she was a relative newcomer to Kenmore, she, too, was at ease as the two doctors met to review morning rounds. They were discussing their final case when a knock interrupted them.

"Come in," Tobias yelled, and in bopped Amanda, a nursing supervisor whose tenure equaled Dr. Carricks. Her bouncing chestnut brown curls and glossy-lipped smile elevated the room's mood even before she held up two cups of Tradesman coffee.

"Hey, there!" she beamed. "I haven't seen you in forever, so I thought I'd bring you some..."

She stopped short when Aurora looked up from her seat, politely nodding before turning back to her laptop.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were having a meeting. I'll just leave this for you." She placed the coffee on Tobias's desk. "We'll catch up another time."

"Tradesman," Tobias grinned. "Now that's my coffee. Why don't you wait, Mandy? We're wrapping up. I should be free in fifteen minutes."

"In fifteen minutes, I'll be starting my rounds with two interns in tow. Maybe after work? Will you be at the Puddingstone tonight?”

The week had been busy, and one day melded into another. Peeking at his calendar, Tobias confirmed it was Wednesday - Casey's therapy night. He always drove her there, and on weeks when fate smiled on him, he’d share dinner with her, too.

"No can do," he frowned. "Tomorrow?"

"I’m off Thursdays. Maybe sometime this weekend?”

But he and Casey had plans. “Maybe Sunday night if I’m not exhausted.”

“Dear God, Carrick,” Amanda laughed. “When did you become such a hot commodity!”

Aurora tried to stifle a giggle but still caught Tobias’s attention.

“Yes,” he droned. “Are there comments from the peanut gallery?”

Aurora shrugged indifferently, her expression unreadable. “It’s just that rumor around here is that you were always a hot commodity.”

“Very funny,” he grumbled as Amanda broke into laughter.

“He was!” She jumped in. “Which is why I don’t understand why it’s suddenly so hard to see him.”

“I’ve just had a lot going on,” he replied nervously. “But things should settle down soon, and then I’m sure that....”

Ignoring Tobias, Amanda peered at Aurora. “Word on the street is he has a girlfriend! Can you believe that?”

“Amanda!” He barked. “Stop. That’s not true.”

“Well, how would I know?” she teased. “I never see you anymore, so it’s not like I’m privy to what’s going on in your life.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he mumbled. “It’s just...”

“You don’t have to explain,” the nurse interrupted. I don’t care —no one does. We’re all just glad that the grumpy period you had a few months back is over. It was so uncharacteristic! I’m happy to see you smiling again. I’d like to see that smile over drinks at the Puddingstone on occasion, but I digress.”

Tobias turned to an amused Aurora. “Go back to Edenbrook, Emery. It seems working here comes with a side of abuse.”

“Abuse?” Amanda chortled. “Dear God, Carrick. You don’t know what abuse is.” With a shake of her head, she turned toward the door, looking back over her shoulder before leaving the room.

“Lunch soon?”

“Sure,” Tobias nodded, eager for her to leave.

“Bye, Aurora,” Amanda winked. “Maybe you can get the truth out of him.”

The door shut, and Aurora dutifully returned to work, doing her best to conceal her cryptic smile. But Tobias wasn't letting it go.

“What?” Tobias grumbled.

She raised her eyes inquisitively but ensured her face gave nothing away. “What... what? I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. You’re thinking something... what is it?”

“You really want to know?” she deadpanned.

“I asked.”

She closed her laptop and placed it to her side, crossing her hands atop her lap before she began.

“Before I begin. Is this conversation between Dr. Emery and her boss, Dr. Carrick? Or Aurora and her friend, Tobias?”

“You consider me a friend?” he smirked.

“That might depend on the outcome of this conversation, but for now... yes, I do.”

“Then, sit back and relax,” he grinned. “Because I’m asking you as a friend.”

“All right... what's the deal with you and Casey?”

“Oh, right to the point, I see!”

“Yep,” Aurora nodded. “And I’d appreciate you being just as direct... so? What’s the deal?”

“Deal? There is no deal.”

“Uh-huh,” she responded, picking up her laptop again. “If you’re going to bullshit me, I’m going back to work.”

Aurora had no problem with doing that, but Tobias couldn't get his mind back on work if he tried.

“I mean it. We’re friends—just friends," he continued. I don’t know why this is so difficult for everyone to accept.”

She closed her laptop again, this time with a deliberately smug gaze.

“She’s my friend, too, Tobias. Just my friend... but I don’t have to go around making that declaration. Normally, you don’t... when you're just friends, that is.”

Tobias ran a hand down his weary face and began swiveling in his chair. “It’s just getting old...that’s all.”

“What is?”

“No one believing me.... people threatening me about what will happen if I mess with her... I suppose that’s the next thing you’ll be doing, too.”

“Nope,” Aurora shrugged. The last time I checked, you were both consenting adults. What you choose to do together is not my concern.”

“Really,” he said with a raised brow. “Wow! That’s refreshing. I mean... nothing is going on between us... but, theoretically, if there were... you’d be OK with it.”

“I am OK with it.”

“That’s good to... hey, wait. What do you mean you are OK with it... there’s nothing to be OK with!”

Aurora crossed her arms and judgementally shook her head as she assessed him.

“You’re friends?”

“Yes!”

“Do you enjoy spending time with her?”

“Obviously.”

“Do you find her unattractive?”

“What? No! Casey’s beautiful,” he replied without hesitation, and Aurora rewarded him with a know-it-all grin.

“Do you think I’m stupid, Tobias?”

“Of course not!”

“Then it would do you good to remember that I was there. I was with you the day of the attack, from the moment you learned of it until I found you trembling in the chapel when it was over.”

“That’s not fair,” he countered. “That was an extremely difficult day for all of us. As I recall, we were all pretty emotional.”

“Mmm-hmm. But I was also with the two of you when you first met. I had to bear witness to that disgusting animal magnetism you shared from its inception. Kind of gross, actually.”

He chuckled softly, but Aurora was shocked by his reaction. Was the Dr. Carrick... embarrassed?

“Nothing wrong with animal magnetism,” he replied. “But that was... it was a long time ago.”

“IT WAS FIVE MONTHS AGO!” she yelled. “Five months!”

“Yeah,” he replied softly. “But an awful lot has happened in that time... it feels much longer, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ll give you that. Look, I’m not here to give you grief, but I have eyes. I see you two together, and from where I stand, you make each other happy. I don’t know why you both get so wound up if someone suggests there’s something there. Would it be so horrible if there was?”

“I hurt her. Badly, and not all that long ago.”

“Ah,” she smiled. “But a lot has happened since you met.”

“She’s not interested in me in that way, Aurora. She made that clear, and I... I respect that. I’m not going to violate her boundaries.”

“Mmm-hmm. She told me you’re taking her away this weekend. To show her your hometown. Is that how you're not violating boundaries?”

“I... I just want to see DC at Christmas again. I was going to go alone anyway. I just asked Casey to come along... as a friend. It might be good for her to get away. It's not like we're sharing a room or anything! Ask her! I got a suite because she’s still afraid to be alone at night, but we’re not sharing a room! I’ll be there if she needs me, but I’m not....”

Aurora leaned forward and silenced him with a gentle touch to his wrist. “You know, you say far too many words for someone trying so hard to deny the obvious. You may want to work on that if you want others to believe you.”

Tobias’s face softened, and his composure settled. Aurora could see his defenses coming down.

“This stays here?” He asked pointedly.

Aurora raised three fingers. “Scouts honor. What happens in Carrick’s office stays in Carrick’s office.”

“Casey... she’s incredible,” he sighed. “I knew that from the start, but I still had to go and fuck everything up between us. When she let me back into her life, she made it clear that she only wanted friendship from me. While it may not be easy, I’m honoring that. You should be proud of me... this is growth, Emery.”

“Growth is good,” she smiled. “Honoring boundaries is the right thing, but did it ever occur to you that she may have changed her mind? Did you ever consider she might feel the same way about you?”

“No,” he shook his head. “No, she doesn’t. And even if she did, she’s not in a place to make that kind of decision right now. So...no.”

“You’re right, she’s not. And I am proud of you for realizing that. But that’s today, Tobias, and she’s getting stronger every day. I can see that. I know you do, too. Can you be patient?”

“Historically?” He snorted. “No. Not at all. But now...I am trying.”

Aurora looked at her watch. “I hate to leave you, but I’m supposed to be at a consult with Dr. Ferrera in five minutes. But if you want to continue this talk, I can come by as soon as I’m done.”

“Nah,” he waved. “I’m good... but thank you.”

“Anytime,” she said, gathering her things. But Tobias called for her just before she got to the door.

“Aurora. Why don’t you have reservations about me... you know... aren’t you worried about Casey and... my past?”

“I have reservations about everyone,” she grinned. “But I know you’re not as bad as people make you out to be. As to your past, well, we all have one of those, including those who are threatening you. But, if I don’t want to be judged by my past, so I shouldn’t judge you by yours. Besides, Casey’s a big girl. She’s going through some stuff right now, but she still has a good head on her shoulders. If you guys decide to make a go of it, I’m in your corner.”

Tobias let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I appreciate that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome... but none of this matters,” she teased. “After all, the two of you are ‘just friends’.”

“Get out of my office,” he joked. “But promise... this stays between us?”

“I’ll take it to my grave... and not only because I want no part of the drama.”

She stepped out of the door, leaving Tobias alone with his thoughts. He closed his eyes, wondering how it was possible to feel so much lighter yet emotionally depleted at the same time. Did he really just admit he had feelings for Casey... to Aurora... and himself? Did he actually say the words out loud?

He stood up with a deep sigh and made his way to the window, pushing the blinds aside to watch the torrential rains pour down on the streets of Boston below. It was a baptism of sorts, the water washing away all impurities, absolving every sin, and when the sun returned, it would be a fresh start. Perhaps it wasn't too much to ask that he might have one, too.

When he returned to his desk, he mindlessly circled the days of their trip on his calendar. Patience. They'd be visiting his hometown... hers, too... surrounded by the magic of the holiday season... and he’d have to do his best to conceal his feelings. Patience. He had to do this... now if he could just figure out how.

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At Last-Ralph x FReader (CH 3)

I cannot believe how much love this story has gotten!!! Y'all know how to make a girl feel loved that's for sure lol. I'm so glad everyone is enjoying this story and our precious boy ☺️

Summery: Feelings are overheard, leading to embarrassment and fear of rejection, fleeing for fear of what he may say (y/n) quickly leaves the house, wandering the streets of London til nightfall. But what will she say when Ralph finally catches her at the party so he can talk to her.

Pairing: Ralph x Female Reader

Word count: 5,781

Warnings: Slight angst, overwhelming fluff!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

"Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting"

"when I look at you I see pure perfection"

"They don't deserve you- okay?! You deserve someone who treats you like royalty because you deserve nothing less”

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⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

"I found a dream, that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to rest my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known"

““Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting” Quickly you shut up because why did you just say that?! Was it the way he looked in the light of the setting sun? Or just the day's events that had caused you to word vomit something you probably shouldn't have said.

"I-I mean…We should probably head back" you stated, quickly turning, daring not to look back at the man who now stood completely flustered behind you. No one had ever paid him much mind, most of the time they were only in his presence because he was always near his sister, and they were trying to get near her. He had always been the one to be pushed aside as simply the "little brother", he was seen as a nuisance by most he knew, that was also why most girls didn't give him a second glance…and yet here you were…Telling him he was beautiful…A woman who if he had to describe, was simply breathtaking. He watched you begin to walk away, your shyness getting the better of you as you did your best to hide the dark blush that had taken over and he couldn't help but giggle to himself, you really were adorable. He quickly caught up to you, his steps falling in line with yours, your footfalls being drowned out by the people talking amongst themselves.

"You're quite stunning as well" he finally spoke, finding the words as he watched your head quickly turn in his direction, the blush still prominent as you stared at him.

"I only speak the truth" he smiled, watching you let out an airy laugh, a sound he wished he could bottle and save for those days when life wasn't too kind.

"As do I" you told him quietly, but he still heard it, and the words made his heart swell. You two had made it home in silence after that, simply enjoying the other's company. There was a light feeling, like the lid of a box had been opened…but the box was shut just as soon as you made your way into the living room.

"You lot have fun?" Lauren asked, looking up at you, waiting on an answer…But it was Ralph that answered.

"Oh did we! Though your presence was truly missed" he told her, sitting down next to her and you watched her scoot towards the edge away from him. Yeah…Just like that…The box was closed again.

Sighing, you wondered if you would be missed if you simply laid in bed all day. After everything yesterday you really didn't know if you even felt like dealing with this messed up situation. You thought back to Nick's ranting about finding a way home and you wondered if that was the right course of action…Your heart hurt at the thought of leaving, of leaving him…But in the end, maybe finding a quick way back was the right choice. You sighed again when you heard a knock, unsure if you should speak at all, maybe if they thought you were still asleep they would simply go away. But as you looked at the door you saw it slowly open, Lauren peeking inside.

"Hey" she spoke simply, and you gave her a small smile.

"Hey" you knew it wasn't her fault, hell she didn't like Ralph at all in that way, she couldn't help it that he was infatuated with her.

"You gonna lay in here all day and mope?"

"I'm not moping" you stated, though you knew you were.

"Right,and I'm the Queen" she replied

"Do some shady stuff in this time and you could be" you joked, sitting up, the room fell into silence as your back faced her.

"He's not here, at the moment at least, no one is, everyone went out for the day" she told you. You were slightly shocked by this, shocked that no one had even bothered to invite you…Guess you weren't that special after all.

"I told them to let you sleep" she stated, as if reading your thoughts, which caused you to turn and look at her.

"I wanted us to be able to talk, really talk, without anyone around to hear" she started, watching as you nodded.

"But first, come down and get something to eat yeah? You didn't eat much dinner last night" she smiled before turning to leave, she was right, you hadn't eaten much at dinner, your mood having been soured by the events earlier.

"Ok, let me change" you told her, standing to retrieve one of those more day wear dresses you got yesterday. Once you had your shoes and hair fixed you made your way down, finding Lauren eating her own breakfast.

"Good, was wondering if I was gonna have ta drag you down here" she smiled, causing you to laugh lightly while sitting down to eat, she made sure you are before she started talking, not wanting you to get upset and stop like the previous night, but once you were both done she walked into the living room and sat down on the chair.

"Alright, I want you to tell me everything that happened yesterday, because obviously something ruffled your feathers"

"Nothing ruffled my feathers" you started, but the look she gave you caused you to stop.

"-Nothing ruffled my feathers while we were out" you sighed, sitting down on the couch.

"Everything was perfect while we were out, he and I were having a great time, we talked a lot, he even called me gorgeous" you sighed.

"Wait back up, how close did you two get in just a day?"

"I'm…I'm not sure, there were little things. Him complimenting me multiple times, little talks about stuff, he offered his mother's sewing machine so I could work here if I wanted to…then at the shoe store, I had to find my size and he put the shoe on me" you explained, hearing a snort from Lauren.

"Sorry, go on Cinderella"

"See that's the thing, that's what I said and then had to explain what Cinderella was cause hello…20's. And he said that if I'm Cinderella and he put the shoe on me, did that make him? But of course the shoe guy came and interrupted" by this time you were up and pacing while Lauren watched you.

"Yeah as shoe guys do"

"And then..there was this moment outside of the jewelry place, and I know it was a moment, because it felt like a moment, where we just stared at each other and maybe it was everything that had happened or maybe it was just how perfect he looked in the light of the setting sun but…I blurted out as much"

"You told him all that?"

"Well not exactly that but…I told him his beauty was distracting"

"That is so incredibly cheesy" Lauren laughed before adding.

"So what had you in such a mood?"

"Because…I'm second place to you"

"What?" She asked, all joking gone. Sighing, you said down again.

"As soon as we came back, as soon as he saw you…You were his full focus. And I guess I wouldn't care except…"

"You have it bad" she stated, to which you could only nod.

"And I've never been the one they pick" you added, fighting back tears that wanted to spring up.

"What?"

"I was never the one guys picked, I could have crush after crush and everytime…everytime I realized more and more why a crush is called that, because your heart gets crushed when you realize that they will never want you…That you'll always be second best". You told her, looking over at her.

"I was never the it girl, I was never sought out, never looked twice at, hell I didn't even go to prom because, big surprise…No one wanted to go. Lauren…I've never even been kissed"

"Shut the fuck up, you're joking on that"

"No I'm not, and not because I didn't want to, but because no one wanted to with me…and now even here…it's the same…he doesn't want me Lauren…He wants you"

"Well that isn't going to work out in his favor"

"Just let him down easy…please don't hurt him"

"No promises on that, not sure how he'll take it. Why don't you just tell him how you feel? Stop waiting for the guy to make the first move!"

"What am I supposed to say Lauren?" You sigh while standing up again.

"When I look at you I see pure perfection?"

"Well I mean if you want"

"Or, Lauren doesn't deserve you- okay?! You deserve someone who treats you like royalty because you deserve nothing less”

"Well that would probably get him off of my back."

"I'm not like you though, I can't just tell a guy how I feel like you can, no matter if I want to. Everytime I just…clam up"

"Would it be easier if you had people around or not?"

"So people can see me being rejected? No thank you"

"Well that is too bad, we have a gig tonight at this really ritzy place, he's gonna be there, you could tell him then but yeah"

"No-I" you sighed, heading for the closed door back to the rest of the house.

"I'll figure something out" you stated, opening the door and coming face to face with a wide-eyed Ralph.

"H-How long have you been standing there?" You asked, voice shaking as your heart raced, he didn't hear all that did he? Hear your confession, your past, everything!

"L-long enough" he stated, oh God…Oh God he heard, you had to get out you had to leave because suddenly you couldn't breathe.

"I have to go"you spoke quickly, pushing past him and quickly leaving the house, your feet fell fast as soon as you reached the outside, you heard him yell for you, but your body wouldn't stop,you couldn't face him, not right now. You weren't sure how long you ran, it couldn't have been far, the heels you were in, though small, wouldn't allow you to travel fast, but you knew you took enough turns to stop anyone from following you, at least until you could calm down from your panic and embarrassment.

"Just let her go, she needs to calm down" Lauren stated as she grabbed Ralph's arm.

"Let her go? You expect me to just let her run off to the streets of London, it could be dangerous" he stated, looking at Lauren, he had called for you, fully ready to chase after you…How could he not? And how could he be so blind to your feelings? He thought back to everything he and Horace had talked about this morning while out.

"So what made you change your mind about tagging along?" Horace asked

"Yes well-I had hoped to get your advice" he replied.

"Since you are acquainted with both Lauren and (y/n) quite well"

"They're some of my best mates"Horace smiled.

"Yes we'll…I have feelings…for both of them"

"Oh"

"Oh indeed,and I'm unsure of what to do. On the one hand we have the beautiful Lauren, a strong, independent, woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind. And on the other is (y/n)...kind and gentle (y/n)...she truly is stunning, and so very sweet, she can make you feel like you're absolutely perfect with just her smile, and her presence alone is like the warmth of the sun on a frigid winter day." He finished, smiling at the memories of the day prior. Horace watched Ralph speak and his mind went back to Homeless Pete's words, about messing with the past…but he also knew how much you smiled around Ralph, and how crushed you looked after the four of you returned home and his attention went solely to Lauren. So against his better judgement, he decided to answer Ralph's question.

"It seems like you already have your answer" he replied, causing Ralph to look over at him confused.

"You used two words to describe Lauren, and said she was not afraid to speak her mind, which is true. But you used three words for (y/n), complemented her beauty, and then described how her smile and presence make you feel. To me that sounds like you already know in your heart which one to choose". They fell into silence after that, Horace's words sinking it…It was true, though he felt what he thought was love towards Lauren, he felt an even stronger feeling towards (y/n), she was the kind that not only made you feel good in general, but also made you feel good about yourself. With her he didn't feel like just Victoria's annoying little brother, he didn't feel like a pest, or a nuisance, or a bother. She looked at him like she wanted to spend time with him, and he felt like he wanted to spend every moment with her. The pull towards Lauren was simply something familiar, feelings you have that you very well know are unrequited, affections you have towards someone knowing full well it is one sided…He had dealt with that his whole life, maybe that's why she was safe and (y/n) was…real, because when he was around her he could picture lazy days and sunset picnics, theater visits and shopping days, as well as late nights that had his brain fogging and heart racing. Ralph felt his pant's pocket, the small square box still tucked safely inside.

"Perhaps you're right" he stated, causing Horace to look at him as they stopped in front of the door.

"Perhaps I have already made my decision and did not even know it"

"Well I'm glad I could help" Horace smiled, patting Ralph's back as they stepped inside but stopped upon hearing voices.

'Lauren and (y/n)' they slowly approached the living room door to hear better. Ralph felt bad about eavesdropping but he had heard his name and feared what was being said.

"I was never the it girl, I was never sought out, never looked twice at, hell I didn't even go to prom because, big surprise…No one wanted to go. Lauren…I've never even been kissed" That shocked him, you had never been kissed? He had been, even if it had been due to a simple game of truth or dare when he was younger but, no one had ever wanted to simply lean over and capture those incredibly soft looking lips in a kiss? Were the men back in your town blind?

"Shut the fuck up, you're joking on that"

"No I'm not, and not because I didn't want to, but because no one wanted to with me…and now even here…it's the same…he doesn't want me Lauren…He wants you" Oh…Oh he swore he felt his heart nearly break at your tone, you sounded so defeated…All because of him.

'Love please don't ever sound like that' he tried to apologize in his head.

"Well that isn't going to work out in his favor"

"Just let him down easy…please don't hurt him"

"No promises on that, not sure how he'll take it. Why don't you just tell him how you feel? Stop waiting for the guy to make the first move!"

"What am I supposed to say Lauren?" You sigh while standing up again.

"When I look at you I see pure perfection?"

"Well I mean if you want"

'pure perfection' he couldn't stop the smile or blush that spread across his face at your words, you thought him pure perfection?

"Or, Lauren doesn't deserve you- okay?! You deserve someone who treats you like royalty because you deserve nothing less”

"Well that would probably get him off of my back."

He wondered for a moment how upset with him you would be if he simply opened the door and got down on one knee, because that was truly what he wanted to do at this moment. Would you accept? He had a very strong feeling you would, and he could feel his heart flutter at that thought, of you walking down the aisle, a beautiful white dress adorning your body. You officially becoming his forever. He was so lost in thought that he hadn't realized your conversation had ended…or that you were heading towards the door he stood behind, but when you opened it, both of your eyes went wide.

"H-How long have you been standing there?" You asked him, voice shaking. He knew you were embarrassed, he was embarrassed, he knew he shouldn't have been listening but he couldn't pull himself away, and as he looked at your scared expression he knew he had to answer.

"L-long enough" he stated, watching as your breath picked up and you looked like you were on the verge of fainting, he began to reach out for you but you took a step back before speaking quickly

"I have to go" You pushed past him and quickly left the house, he ran after you, shouting your name, he wanted to tell you he was sorry if he ever made you feel like he didn't see you, like he didn't care, he did but he too was afraid you would reject him…He could deal with Lauren rejecting him…But not you, never you. He wanted to tell you that you were everything he wanted in his life, that it was YOU who was pure perfection. But as he began to leave the house Lauren grabbed his arm.

"Just let her go, she needs to calm down" Lauren stated and he looked at her like she grew another head.

"Let her go? You expect me to just let her run off to the streets of London, it could be dangerous" he stated, you were a beautiful perfect woman and she expected him to simply let you roam the streets alone where anything could happen to you? He would never forgive himself if he did that.

"She won't listen to you right now"she stated, watching as he pulled his arm from her grasp.

"Well she doesn't have to, but I will not let her be out there alone" and with that he was out the door, jogging down the road the same path that you went…though after the first turn, he wasn't sure where you went.

You weren't sure how long you wandered around London, just trying to pull yourself together, how were you going to face him again? He had heard everything and you knew, you knew he didn't feel the same, though he was nice to you, sweet, complimented you, you also knew Lauren was the one he was truly after. Looking up you realized the sky was now almost dark, and that your feet had brought you back to the house…Was he in there? Lauren had said they had a gig tonight, surely he was wherever she was. Taking a deep breath you slowly opened the door, being met with darkness and silence, good, everyone was gone. You made your way towards your room but stopped as you noticed an envelope on the small table by the door, your name in beautiful script across the front. You gently picked it up, turning it over and pulling the letter out. Your eyes scanned the words, your breath catching in your throat before you looked at the door.

Ralph had searched high and low for you, but couldn't find you anywhere, he sighed and walked on, his heart hurt and he felt like this was his fault, if he had been true to his own feelings earlier, none of this would have happened, perhaps you would even be his already. He looked around once more and realized that his feet had dragged him back to his home, looking up at the door before looking out at the town again he almost began walking once more before Victoria opened the door.

"There you are! Where have you been? We have to leave! Go get changed, hurry!" She told him, pulling him inside.

"I need to find (y/n)" he told her,but she continued to pull.

"(Y/n) is a big girl who can take care of herself" she replied, bringing him to his door.

"But it's my fault she's out there, I wasn't" his voice cracked and for the first time Victoria took her brother in, his face flush from running, his hair disheveled and his eyes glazed over with unshed tears.

"Ralph" she spoke softly.

"I wasn't honest with myself, I didn't want to fully recognize that I…I was afraid of her rejection more than Lauren's so I ignored how she felt, I ignore the spark that I kept feeling between us yesterday and in turn I hurt her deeply…I made her feel like she was second best…I should have just told her how perfect she is, how beautiful and kind and radiant…I should have…" he cried, tears streaming down his face as Victoria brought him into a hug.

"Oh Ralph, you're not one to hide your feelings, so why now?"

"...Because…I can't lose her" he whispered, taking a breath before saying what he knew he should have said to you.

"I love her" . Victoria comforted him until he had calmed and she reassured him that you would show up at the show tonight, your friends were playing after all, and you wouldn't miss it. After a moment he agreed and went to get ready, after he was proper he met his sister and the rest downstairs, though he still worried when he didn't see you and it was becoming darker outside.

"She'll show up, I wrote the address down for her" Lauren told him as she pointed to the small table, the address scribbled on a piece of paper, the note giving him an idea.

"Right I'll be right there I just need to do something" he told his sister while picking up a fresh piece of paper, Victoria nodded and everyone left him. He quickly began writing, hoping you would come home while they were gone and see it.

"My love,

I'm so sorry if I have caused you to feel such sorrow, I never wish to see a hint of sadness in that (e/c) gaze. Please, if you read this, please come to the event tonight, there is so much I need to tell you.

-Yours always, Ralphie"

You should wonder if this was the right thing to do as you slipped on the Ruby earrings and necklace, the black and red dress fitting your body perfectly, your heels clicking against the hardwood while you looked in the mirror, finishing your hair and makeup. But his letter made your heart jump, and the emotions poured through each word, you knew you had to go find him. Taking a deep breath you stepped out into the night, starting your walk down the road, address in hand before you realized…You had no idea where this was.

"Oh no" you sighed.

"Everything already dear?" You heard a man behind you ask, a horse drawn carriage stopping beside you…well that was different, though some did still have those even in your time.

"Yes it's just…Well you see I'm supposed to meet my friends at this event but I haven't got a clue where it's at" you told him, handing him the address.

"Ah I know where that is, fancy place, hop in young lady I can take you there"he smiled

"Oh thank you so much" you happily took him up on his offer, holding his hand as he helped you into the carriage. He snapped the reins and you both were off.

Ralph's eyes glanced at the door every other second as he hoped you had come home and had read his letter and were on your way here.

"Another glass sir?" The waitress asked, holding out a new glass of champagne.

"Yes please, thank you" he smiled, taking the new glass as she took his empty one.

"She will show up, don't worry" Victoria stated, causing his eyes to leave the door.

"I do hope you're right about that sister" he sighed.

"Have I ever been wrong?" She questioned.

"Thank you so much!" You smiled once the carriage came to a halt in front of a very fancy looking building. You began to dig through your purse for money but the man stopped you.

"Free of charge ma'am"

"A-are you sure? I can pay" but he simply shook his head.

"You looked like someone who's life was meant to change today, I simply wanted to help" he smiled at you, his words shocking you.

"If it changes, let it be for the better" you smiled back.

"Thank you so much" you added, stepping out of the carriage and waving to the man who was already leaving, he gave a simple wave back before turning around. You took another deep breath before entering the building. Your eyes scanned the rather loud room, your friends already playing their hearts out, and absolutely killing it while the whole room danced. You searched for him in the crowd, but there were far too many people to see well, you had to hug the wall simply so you didn't get trampled. Sliding along the wall you made it to what was a rather dark corner near the stage and listened as your friends finished their song. Horace slightly out of breath as he waved to the crowd before looking over and spotting you.

"(Y/n)!" He spoke, not into the microphone but loud enough to draw some attention, he ran to the edge of the stage and gestured for you to come up…Oh no…No he was not asking that of you tonight. You watched him walk back to the mic before smiling at you.

"She's a little shy" he stated.

"But she has a beautiful voice, let's see if we can get her up here" he finished before clapping, causing the room to soon eurupt in claps, you looked at Lauren for help but she was just clapping and smiling, so we're Jason and Nick.

'I hate you all' you scolded them in your head but sighed, taking Horace's once again outstretched hand and walking up the steps. The claps died down as you got to the mic and as soon as you looked out at the crowd you saw him, those captivating eyes holding your gaze while he smiled at you, the red and black suit matching your dress, and you couldn't help but laugh lightly at the fact you two matched without even meaning to…again.

"Um…hello" you spoke shyly.

"My name is (y/n) and I guess, because my friend forced me" you started, earning laughs around the room.

"I guess I'm going to sing", and again, more claps.

"What should I sing?" You asked your friends.

"Whatever you want" Lauren told you, and you looked at the crowd, finding Ralph's gaze was unwavering as he watched you, and you suddenly knew what song you wanted to sing, a song you always loved but right now felt like it fit.

"You know the lovefools?"

"I knew you were going to pick that song" she laughed while you went back to the mic. Taking a deep breath, you started.

(Here is the version of the song you sing)

"Dear, I fear we're facing a problem

You love me no longer, I know and

Maybe there is nothing that I can do

To make you do.

Mama tells me I shouldn't bother

That I ought just stick to another man

A man that surely deserves me

But I think you do

So I cry and I pray and I beg

Love me love me

Say that you love me

Fool me fool me

Go on and fool me

Love me love me

Pretend that you love me

Leave me leave me

Just say that you need me"

You sang, watching as Ralph looked both completely entranced by you but also slightly sad. Your vision slowly began to blur and suddenly a flash took over, a scene just like now, but a different venue, people listening to you sing, you watched your hands come in front of you, long white gloves covering your hands and arms, but upon your left hand sat a Ruby ring, the same one from the shop. Your vision came back to what was actually happening and you blinked as you continued.

"So, I cry and I beg for you to

Love me love me

Say that you love me

Leave me leave me

Just say that you need me

I can't care 'bout anything but you

Lately I have desperately pondered

Spent my nights awake and I wonder

What I could have done in another way

To make you stay

Reason will not lead to solution

I will end up lost in confusion

I don't care if you really care

As long as you don't go

So I cry, I pray, and I beg

Love me, love me

Say that you love me

Fool me, fool me

Go on and fool me

Love me, love me

Pretend that you love me

Leave me, leave me

Just say that you need me"

Again another vision took over, you were sitting at a table watching a live band, your hand being held by another, the ring still on your finger as you watched your hand be brought up and kissed by the man sitting next to you, a smile on his lips the only thing you could see.

"So I cry and I beg for you to

Love me, love me

Say that you love me

Leave me, leave me

Just say that you need me

I can't care 'bout anything but you

Love me, love me (say that you love me)

Fool me, fool me (go on and fool me)

Love me, love me (I know that you need me)

I can't care 'bout anything but you"

You watched as the rest came into view, the rest of the face being unblurred and you instantly recognized those soft eyes staring back at you.

The crowd burst into applause as you finished your song, you smiled and bowed before rushing back to Lauren.

"I need to talk" she nodded with a smile.

"That was amazing yeah?"

"Yeah but…something happened while I was singing"

"What?"

"Well, I've had these flashes since I was a kid, flashes of me singing in a place like this…In the twenties.

"No shit really?"

"Yeah and I always just chalked them up to a past life ya know…but I just noticed some stuff and had more memories"

"Like?"

"Like one, I was wearing a ring that I saw in the jewelry store yesterday"

"Fuck off"

"And two, I'm always with a man but can't really see him right?"

"Yeah?"

"More memories…I could…It was Ralph"

"Are you kidding me? So…so your memories were premonitions or some shit?"

"Or actual memories, memories of a life I am supposed to live in the twenties, technically this would be a past life I am living right now.

"So…You were having memories of something that hadn't happened yet, simply cause"

"It happens in the past, where I wasn't at the moment but my life knew eventually I would be here…so I guess it was past life memories and a premonitions all in one"

"This is freaky shit"

"You're telling me" you laughed before a voice speaking into the mic caught your attention.

"I'm not going to sing don't worry" Ralph joked before looking over at you, you hated the fact he didn't seem to know he was a beautiful singer.

"I was hoping to say something, to the beautiful singer though, something I should have said before…Though I have a feeling she may want to kill me by the end of the night for putting her on the spot like this" He started with a smile, holding out his hand for you, you hesitantly took it, walking to stand in front of him.

"(Y/n), I have been a fool, truly I have, I have ignored both your feelings and mine and that I will regret til the day I die" he started, looking into your eyes and you felt yourself being once again caught in his gaze, the world fading away.

"I guess the truth is…I was afraid, afraid that if I gave into those feelings, if I told them to you that you…You would reject me"

"Oh Ralphie" you started, touched by his words, this whole time that you were afraid of his rejection, he was afraid of yours.

"But I can't keep them inside any longer. (Y/n) we haven't known each other long, but already I never want to picture a day without you by my side. Your presence is like the sun on a frigid Winter's day, your smile makes me smile, and makes me feel that everything will be alright. Your eyes hold such tenderness, a tenderness I'm not used to but at the same time…I've now come to yearn for. Your beauty is truly unmatched by even the most beautiful sunset and every star in the sky. You don't look at me like I'm simply Victoria's brother…You see me as me…as Ralph…As your Ralphie, and I'm sorry it took me so long to say this to you, I don't have to pretend (y/n)...I love you" He finished, tears glazing both his eyes and yours.

"So I only have one thing to ask now," he said, clearing his throat when his voice cracked. You watched as he reached into his pocket, his body lowering onto one knee while your hands flew to your mouth, tears now trailing down your cheeks.

"Will you marry me?" As he opened the box, the Ruby ring from yesterday was sitting inside, and you already knew your answer.

"Yes!"

"Yes?" He smiled

"Yes!" You smiled back, watched as he slid the ring onto your finger, both of your hands shaking as the room erupted in cheers. Ralph stood up quickly, his hands cupping your cheeks as he happily brought his lips to yours, an action the both of you had been wanting since you first met, and the feeling you got was absolute bliss, confirming your thought that this was where you were meant to be.

Chapter 3!! I hope I didn't make the proposal to fast but I mean like...I could see Ralph doing that, he proposed to Lauren on like what the 2-3 they knew each other lol. Also the flashes of the woman singing on stage with the Ruby jewelry are flashes I've had since I was a kid, always chalked it up to being memories of a past life. Only thing I have heard while the memories play are "Her name was Cheri (pronounced like Sherry) and though she liked Pearls, Rubies were her jewel of choice" .

The ring, the dress and his suit

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vhagar-aemond · 1 year

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Hi there 🙋🏻‍♀️! Just saw you're taking requests, so I thought I'd place one for Daemon x female reader where he comforts her as she suffers an illness/difficult (menstrual) period.

Really glad to see another writer join the HOTD gang, have a lovely day 💐

Thank you so much for the request! I’m excited to be a part of this writing community at last😊. I hope you like this! Warnings: not beta read, blood (period), fluff, slight nudity

Around noon, sudden nausea overcame you, and the familiar intense pain in your abdomen began. It felt like daggers trying to escape you from the inside, leaving you hunched over on your bed with each throbbing wave. You lie squirming in bed, weeping at the ache, unable to find words to call for anyone. Your thoughts remained on your lover, Daemon. He had initially made plans for you and him to go dragon-riding today and probably wondered why you hadn’t made the trip to the dragon pit by now. With all the throbbing in your head, you could hardly make out all the shouting in the halls until your bedroom door burst open. Daemon scanned the room until he saw your hunched form on the bed and the faint tint of red that now painted the bedsheets. His eyes widened in concern as he drew dark sister, looking around. “My love, what has happened here? Who has hurt you?” he asks cautiously. The pillow beneath you was the only thing keeping you steady as another wave of pain started. You had only whispered that you weren’t hurt until Daemon finally understood what was happening. He knew you had terrible moon cycles and would usually tend to your needs when he could. Seeing you struggling without the help of medicine brought the anger out of him. “Why hasn’t she been given a tonic for her pains? Where have you all been as she suffers!?” Daemon almost shouts. The servants bowed apologetically as they scurried about to comfort you. Daemon took his place beside you, rubbing soothing circles along your upper and lower back as he kissed your temple. “While you’re at it, draw her a hot bath,” he commands. The sudden smell of fresh food clouded your senses, making your mouth water, but the pain demanded you stay still. “My love, you must try to eat. It’ll make you feel better—look, it’s your favorite honey-coated chips,” he says, helping you sit up. He made a plate for you full of other favorites, then made you drink the fresh tonic afterward. Once the bath was ready, he excused the servants, helping you undress instead, then led you into the perfect hot water. Your pains slowly faded with each passing hour while he sat behind you, rubbing your back. His light kisses along your neck and shoulder made you hum in bliss as he held you in his arms for your pure comfort. “You’re too good to me,” you finally say. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go dragon-riding as you planned.” “Not to worry,” he chuckles. “Your painful blooming only means you’ll be ready and fertile next week. And you’ll be riding a dragon in thanks then.” You turn to face him with a slap against his naked chest while you both share a laugh. He continued caring for you for the next few days until you were anew—and kept his promise the following week.

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mistresslrigtar · 2 months

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Chapter Twenty-two: The Worst Pick-up Line (written for @zelinktines24 day 22 prompt)

This one is pure fluff, obviously 😊

Many thanks to @nocturnalfandomartist for suggesting Yunobo give dating advice. And so many thanks to @lovesickflora for betaing!

Read below or HERE

“Thanks again for the invite, Goro!” Yunobo slaps Link on the back, causing him to nearly lose his footing. Link grabs the railing and uses the round stopper Hudson attached to the front of the roller skates to steady himself.

Despite the chattering voices, laughter, and click-clack of wheels rolling around Hudon’s rink, Yunobo’s voice carries across the barn, turning heads.

“Glad you could make it, big guy.” The nickname rolls off Link’s tongue and stirs up faint memories of jovial, larger-than-life, Daruk, who always had a smile on his face and an encouraging word to share. It feels like his boisterous spirit would approve.

“Yes! My friends!” Sidon exclaims. “It’s been rejuvenating to see you all again and in good health!”

Link nods. Sidon and Yunobo have enough energy and enthusiasm between the two of them to go around. Shrieks from the center of the rink, draw his attention and he looks to where Mattison and her friends are holding hands and skating in circles. Tulin swoops back and forth over the rink, playfully nose-bombing the girls, causing them to squeal with laughter.

Past them, on the far side of the rink, he sees Zelda, surrounded by her friends, Riju, Purah, and Yona. Catching him staring, her emerald green eyes sparkle in the shimmering light cast by the brightbloom chandelier, and the radiant smile she gives him has Link’s heart skipping several beats. Ever since their talk, they’ve steadily been making their way closer to where they’d been while making plans to dispose of the secret stones in a respectful manner that will honor the long-dead first king and queen of Hyrule and their sages. Zelda wants to travel to the Sky Islands one final time and have a ceremony in the crumbling Temple of Time. As much as it will be painful for both of them to revisit that place, Link knows it’s the right thing to do.

“My friend! Are you still with us?”

Blinking, Link looks up at the towering Sidon, whose eyes are filled with concern. “Sorry.”

Sidon nods, looking across the rink at the women. “Admiring the fair Princess Zelda, no doubt?”

The flush that tinges Link’s cheeks is all the answer he needs to give, and has Sidon chuckling, and clapping him on the back much as Yunobo had. Link fears he’s going to be black and blue by the end of the evening if they keep that up.

“How is the wooing coming along? Yona and I expect an invitation any day for your nuptials.”

Link grimaces, feeling the heat rising until his entire face is flaming. “Let’s get through your wedding first, Sidon. Besides, we’re taking it slow. We still have some things to work out.”

“What’s there to work out?” Yunobo’s asks, eyebrows rising to his hairline. There’s a loud crack when he snaps his fingers. “I know what you should do! Use a tried and true Goron line to sweep her off her feet, Goro!”

Link is sure whatever Yunobo is going to suggest will not work on Zelda, but he shrugs and against his better judgement, asks anyway, “Like what?”

“Roll over to her and ask ‘Are you a boulder?’” Yunobo’s grin turns conspiratorial. “When you have her attention, close with, ‘Cause you’re crushing me!’ Works every time!”

“She’s not a Goron, Yunobo.”

“Then, try this one, my friend! It charmed Yona instantly!” Sidon puffs out his chest, revealing sharp, white teeth when he smiles down at Link. “Say this to the princess–‘I’ve got a bucket of bright-eyed crabs!’”

Yunobo and Link exchange pained expressions, before blinking mutely at Sidon. His grins falters. “Yona assured me it was the most charming thing she’d ever heard.”

“There’s no accounting for taste, big brother.” Link grins impishly, before stepping onto the rink, leaving a flabbergasted Sidon and guffawing Yunobo behind. “I’ll be back.”

He makes a slow circuit of the rink, weaving in and out of the energetic children zooming by him, and chuckling at Tulin’s antics as he flies past, ruffling Link’s hair.

As Link passes by Hudson and his tall, red-heaaded wife, Rhondson, Hudson gives him two thumbs up. “My Mattison is over the moon with the Skate-a-Rama!”

Link smiles his approval for the improved rink name and changes course. Seeing his approach, Zelda excuses herself from her friends to meet him at the railing. Link coasts, using the stopper to gracefully stop in front of her. “Want to take a turn around the rink with me?”

“Maybe.” Zelda firmly holds the railing, rolling one foot and then the other behind her, testing her stability on the skates. “What were Sidon and Yunobo teasing you about?”

“Giving me questionable advice about what I should say to you.” Link offers her his hand, and skates backward, guiding her to the entrance to the rink.

“Oh?” Zelda raises an eyebrow, lips curling into a smile Link hasn’t seen since before the Upheaval. The one that lights up her entire face. “What did they suggest?”

“Cheesy lines I told them I didn’t need.” Link gives her his mischievous smile.

Her cheeks pink prettily as she steps into the rink, gripping his hands tightly. “Are you sure about that, hero?”

Link shakes his head, faint memories swirling in his mind of a younger, embittered Zelda throwing that title carelessly over her shoulder at him. “Haven’t heard that in a long while.”

She smiles coyly, but says no more, allowing him to effortlessly pull her around the rink. After a while, she moves her feet in time, skating on her own, but keeps a tight hold on his hands. Her shining eyes and bright smile tell Link not only does she like roller skating, she loves it.

If you are just joining, you can find the entire story to date on AO3 - Third Time’s a Charm

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gffa · 1 year

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Sorry in advance if this is an incoherent ramble, but I have Thoughts about the Jedi and emotional regulation I want to share with you, if it's okay.

So I have ADHD and pretty strong emotional disregulation that I really, really struggle with. In my late teens/early twenties I was convinced that my emotions, all of them, were inherently destructive and harmful to others because of how intense they are.

My favorite Star Wars character is Anakin and I think you can guess why 😅. I don't really like admitting it but I understand him and relate to him sooo much.

Okay here's the relevant part: I love the Jedi Order's teachings about mindfulness and emotional control. So often I do feel ruled by my emotions! I can so easily see how embracing that leads to the dark side, and I know that staying in the light really is a constant battle against one's own darkness because I've done that! Without the psychic/telekinetic powers, obviously, but honestly it's a good thing I can't accidentally fling objects around the room if I get upset. I've often wished the Jedi Order was real and I could be part of it just so I could learn to better control my emotions.

It's why I just don't get the argument that Jedi "repress" their emotions. Where does that even come from? They have such sensible responses to such stressful situations. And unbridled unregulated emotion is NOT a good thing, as I know far too well. The Sith don't practice "emotional freedom" or whatever those people call it. With my disregulation problems I'm not "free," I'm even more shackled by it. I hate it and I want to control it- which is what the Jedi practice.

Anyway, just wanted to share my point of view on that whole debate. I also just want to say thanks for running this blog! I adore your meta posts and I love your unending Jedi positivity. You're definitely my favorite Star Wars blog. You're so good at articulating analyses that I can see for myself in the text but am terrible at putting into words lol. I'm sorry that your popularity attracts so many people who want to argue with you or be nasty. I hope you know how happy you make us fellow Jedi-supporters. 😊

Hi! This ask was from before today’s discussion on the Force and emotions (here and here), so it’s good timing to come across it in my drafts again! You and I are in a similar boat--I relate to Anakin the most, too. And I had a lot of years in my life without a solid grasp on my emotions, where my anger was entirely justifiable, but it was absolute misery and cost me a lot of time and relationships with people. In the moment, it felt good to lash out with that anger, but I was consumed by it, that’s all I was so much of the time, and it really, really was not good to let my emotions run rampant that way. So, I understand and I’m sorry that you’ve gone through that and I’m glad you seem like you’re in a better place now. While the Jedi may not be real, thankfully a lot of the same ideas totally are, like Buddhism is real, different kinds of therapy techniques are real, we absolutely can learn to regulate our emotions, even if it’s really hard. You could probably even do a Google search for “how to learn to regulate my emotions” and find some good starting places! I can’t speak for any part of fandom, especially one I’m not part of, but I suspect that a lot of the “Jedi repress emotions” thing comes from a conflict of how mainstream media almost always supports the idea that emotions fuel powers, that if you tap into your anger or any other intense emotion, you’ll get a major power-up and you can save the day with it. Think of almost any major display of power in a superhero movie and it’s usually because the character just had an explosion of emotion, right? Because their control on their temper finally snapped or because they suddenly became tunnel-visioned about who they needed to save. It’s everywhere. Star Wars, in contrast, says:

But we’re primed to think emotional regulation is suppression. We’re primed to think that it’s not being true to ourselves, that we’re chaining a part of ourselves up. We’re primed to think that any kind of sacrifice or concession to the greater society is suppression of the self. So, along come the Jedi who say, “Actually, emotional regulation is good. Sometimes you do have to sacrifice things to make the world better, but the selfness love for other people is worth it.” we’re primed to think they’re suppressing themselves and living half-lived lives. But that’s not true for the worldbuilding in Star Wars. Individualism is not king in Star Wars. Selflness and care for others and the willingness to understand that life is impermanent and we have to let go of things are the core themes. And you’re absolutely right--one of Lucas’ themes in Star Wars is, "Most of my movies are about the fact that you're in that little place, it's the little prison in your brain—the door's open but you can't leave. But all you have to do is walk out and say, 'Hey! I'm gonna do this.'” (Sundance Q&A, 2015) and “All of my movies are about one thing. Which is the fact that the only prison you’re in is the prison of your mind. And if you decide to open the door and get out, you can. There’s nothing stopping you.“ (American Voices, 2015) The dark side is a prison in your mind, one you’re trapping yourself into. You’re not free, your emotions are ruling you. They control you because you can’t stop yourself from screaming or lashing out or destroying things in your rage, you can’t stop from saying hurtful things to the people you care about. That’s not freedom, that’s being dragged along in the wake of your own unchecked feelings. It’s a dark pit that you have to decide to climb out of. And the Jedi echo that theme: "You said we would be trapped." "Not by the cave you were but by your mind. Lessons, you have learned. Find courage, you did. Hope, patience. Trust, confidence, and selflessness." --Yoda, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, “The Gathering”

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ninjakk · 1 year

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Hi.Your meta make me so happy because your meta wrote to the point of how wangxian love is mutual and wei ying had feelings and loved lan zhan back in his past life also.

I would like to ask you something from the novel that I didn't catch the meaning and have been in my mind for a while. It is the scene I didn't remember the exact dialogue but before wei ying jump from the coffin, he touch lan zhan face with his hands which had his(wei ying) blood when drawing the array and the way dialogue said is wanted to point out something?

Thank you for your metas. Hope you have a nice day.

Hi Anon,

Thank you for your lovely comments about my meta 🥰 I'm glad you enjoy it.

Yes! WX were obsessed with each other and whoever says otherwise simply didn't read the novel very well 🤷🏼‍♀️

So I'm assuming the part you are referring to is this scene in Guanyin Temple:

He was much taller standing on the coffin. Lan WangJi put his guqin away and looked up at him with the pair of light eyes.

Wei WuXian looked down and couldn’t help but touch the fair face with his right hand, adding a few blood-red marks, by accident or on purpose. Lan WangJi didn’t worry too much about it, “Come down.”

Wei WuXian hopped down with a grin before he was caught right inside those arms.

Chapter 108 - ExR

It's funny, because I actually love this scene and it's one I want to write about at some point. I think it's just so cute how natural their rhythm is when working together. WX have had a natural synchronicity with each other for a long time, as we've seen when they work so seamlessly together many times now - even in WWXs first life. But because they are finally completely in tune with each other, body and soul - it's just even more beautiful.

I think the main point of this tiny scene is just to show how comfortable they are with each other now, especially WWX with LWJ. If you look back throughout some of their earlier interactions, WWX is very conscious about getting LWJ dirty, especially with his blood.

Wei WuXian could barely manage to stand, holding onto Lan WangJi’s arm. Seeing that the white clothes that Lan WangJi had just changed into were dyed red by his blood again, he couldn’t help but reached out to wipe them, worried in an ill-timed way, I made his clothes dirty again.

Chapter 88

WWX is about to lose consciousness, but he's still making a fuss over LWJ, which is adorable. He knows that LWJ always looks pristine and probably prefers to stay clean, so he's concerned about marking his clothes with blood.

A heavy scent of blood also felt stuffed in his chest. It was more than uncomfortable. He was worried that he might cough blood onto the clean-loving Lan WangJi again.

Chapter 90

Again, WWX has just regained consciousness and he's trying hard not to cover LWJ in his blood again.

So back to your question, about WWX possibly 'inadvertently' wiping blood on LWJ's cheek. I personally always felt this was a really sweet gesture in a way. Now he knows LWJ loves him unconditionally, that he will accept anything and everything he gives him, WWX is comfortable enough not to worry about getting him dirty anymore.

It could also be a way for WWX to tease LWJ a little, smearing him with a bit of his bodily fluid, making the usually pristine HanGuang-Jun less than presentable... Marking him with his blood. And we all know WWX loves to rile him up.

But overall, I think it's probably up to the reader's own interpretation 😊

Thanks again Anon! Hope you u have a lovely day as well 😘

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nuna-adelie · 1 year

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I really like your reactions! Keep up the good work 😊 also if you don't mind could You do a reaction for SKZ (bestfriends) sharing one bed and it could get steamy? 🙈 Sorry for any mistakes, engliah is not my first language 🥺 Have a nice day/night!

First of all, thank you so much for the kind words! I hope I understood your request correctly, because English isn't my first language either. 🙈 It has been a while since I have written slightly more smutty reactions, so please bear with me while I get back in the swing of things. I hope you like it!

Bestfriend! Stray Kids / Gender neutral reader / Fluff / Slight smut / Mentions of oral sex (giving and/or receiving) / Implied sex

Bang Chan / Christopher:

All you could do was stare at the washing machine in disbelief. Did it really have to break the moment you were washing your only sheets? What had you done to deserve this? Letting out a deep sigh, you gave the machine a soft kick.

“Stupid thing,” you mumbled. “At least break during the day when I can replace you.”

“That’s why the washing machine doesn’t like you. You shouldn’t kick appliances.”

The voice behind you made you jump up. Chan stood behind you, chuckling at your reaction. Normally, you would have slapped him for such comments, but tonight you needed something from him.

“Channie~” you cooed.

“Nope.”

“But you have multiple sets of sheets!” You whined. “Please, just this one time! It’s late and I want to go to bed soon.”

The dark chuckle that left the man's lips spelled nothing good for you. He had something up his sleeve.

“Fine,” he relented. “Come.”

You skipped behind him, thankful for such a good best friend. The man walked right past his linen closet, though, tugging on your wrist and guiding you towards his bedroom.

“C-Chan?”

“You can sleep here.”

What was up with him tonight? Normally he was so helpful, but something seemed different tonight. Had you done something to piss him off?

“But where are you going to sleep?”

The way the man had closed the door and taken a few steps towards you had finally made it clear. Good God, were you in trouble tonight.

A few more steps and Chan had completely closed the distance between you two. He pushed you back and stood in front of you, tugging on his pants. As soon as they hit the floor, your mouth fell open. You hadn’t expected the man to already be so hard; his cock pushing against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

“If you don’t close that mouth I’m going to fill it up, sweetheart.” His voice was raspy and his eyes were dark with desire.

You quickly closed your mouth and stood up, pressing your lips against his. His hands immediately started to explore your body, leaving nothing untouched. Once at your most intimate areas, a soft moan left your mouth.

“Looks like you’re just as excited as I am, dear,” he growled. “How about you and I go and have some fun tonight? I know a few ways to make you feel good.”

All you could do was nod; completely enamored by the way your best friend had acted in the last few minutes. You were glad the washing machine had broken. It could stay broken for all you cared.

“Take that off,” Chan commanded, pointing at your shirt. You immediately did so and it took the man half a second before he let his tongue roam your nipples. Every whimper he earned from you made him lick more aggressively.

“Lay down.” Another command. You laid down and waited for Chan to rip away your underwear and throw it on the ground. “Are you ready for round one, y/n?”

Finally I have you in my bed. First, I’m going to make you cum and once I’ve done so, I’m going to get my reward. I know you’re just as excited as I am, y/n. Get ready to keep going all night long.

Lee Know / Minho

You were about to lay down in bed when you heard a rustle in the corner of your room. Warily, you turned the light on, only to see a mouse scurry across the room. Without skipping a beat, you jumped on the bed and let out a scream.

“Y/n?” Minho had sounded genuinely worried as he slowly peeked past the door. “Are you okay?!”

“Mouse!” Was all you managed to say breathily. Your eyes met and the man slightly cocked his head as a small smirk adorned his face. “C-could you please-”

“No.”

“M-Minho?” Your voice was filled with much more desperation than intended.

“You can sleep with me tonight, y/n,” he continued, arms stretched out to lift you away from this rodent filled room. “I’ll even carry you.”

“Minho!” You huffed, a slight panic still traceable on your face. “Please, this is not the time for jokes.”

He had you right where he wanted you; where he had wanted you for a long time. Desperately, you took one step towards him when you heard the rustle again, causing your body to stiffen. It had been enough for the man to scoop you up from the bed, his arms under your ass and his face close to your chest.

There was no way you were able to do battle with the mouse by yourself, and so you ended up getting carried all the way to Minho’s bedroom. As soon as you entered, he kicked the door shut and lazily threw you on the bed.

“Hey!” You yelped. You had wanted to add an insult, or maybe scold him a bit, but as soon as your eyes met, you froze once more. The desire in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen from him before. It’s not like you were complaining, you had pleasured yourself plenty of times before while thinking of him. It was just that you had never thought this would actually happen.

“You see y/n,” Minho said as he took a few steps towards the bed; his shirt already on the floor. “You may have run away from a small little animal, but I’m about to show what a real beast is like.”

If you hadn’t been so horny, you would have probably laughed at the cringy line and maybe even thrown a pillow his way. Not at this moment, though. You just laid there, your legs subconsciously spreading slightly. As soon as you noticed, you pushed them together tightly, but you hadn’t been the only one who had seen the action.

“Open them back up.”

Your eyes shot open and all you could do was stare at Minho as he started to remove his belt.

“Did you hear me, darling?” There really was something animalistic about the way he approached you.

Before you could react, the man had straddled you and had started to tug at your shirt, quickly tossing the fabric on the floor. His tongue sloppily moved over your nipple, making you let out a whimper.

“So eager, huh,” he cooed as his hand made its way below your underwear. “Finally I get to have some fun with you. I bet you feel as good as I imagined.” As his tongue moved downward, Minho chuckled darkly. “You’re in for a fun night, y/n.”

I’m going to fuck you senseless, y/n. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to get up tomorrow. There’s no way you’re ever sleeping in that room again now that I have you here.

Changbin:

Changbin had just gotten under the covers, ready to take out his phone to look at pictures of you. By now, it had become a ritual for him. His hands were already under his boxers as he tried to find some material to work with. A loud thud made him jerk his hand back and put the phone under his pillow, trying to listen to where the sound came from. Two more thuds later and he had gotten up, already half-hard. When he got to the hallway, you threw yourself against your door for a fourth time. Confused by the scene in front of him, the man loudly cleared his throat.

“What on Earth are you doing, y/n?”

You huffed. Face and hair disheveled from throwing yourself against your bedroom door multiple times in a row. You looked incredibly hot, Changbin noted. He had wanted to stare at you longer, but your words pulled him away from his upcoming dirty thoughts.

“The lock,” you began. “It’s stuck. Could you please help me?”

This was it, the man thought. This was the universe’s way of giving him a chance and there was no way he was going to waste it.

“Sure,” he said, as calmly as he could. He positioned himself by the door, pretending to get ready to throw his weight against it. He took one step forward and immediately stopped himself, grabbing your wrist instead and pulling you along.

“Wh-'' Before you were able to finish your sentence, Changbin’s finger was pressed against your lips.

“Shh,” he hushed as he continued to pull your wrist. He opened the door to his own room and softly pushed you inside, closing the door behind you.

“Sleep here tonight.” The way he commanded you made your cheeks flush. You had thought about fucking your best friend plenty of times, but you had never dared to dream that it would come true. You nodded in response and got under the covers. It had been too late to call a locksmith anyway and this opportunity would not come around again. The man stood next to his bed, not realizing how prominent his erection actually was. You couldn’t help but stare at it through his boxer shorts. Only when he loudly cleared his throat, did you snap out of it; trying to avoid his gaze in embarrassment.

“You gonna take care of this, sweetheart? It’s your fault after all.”

All the blood in your body went straight to your face and a knot started to form in your abdomen. Before you knew it, you were on your knees on the bed, tugging at your best friend’s boxers.

“So eager, huh?” Changbin teased. “Fuck, if I had known you wanted this as badly as I do, I would have locked your door myself.”

You could hear him moan as you started to lick the pre cum around his tip; his cock twitching at the feeling of your tongue. You only licked him sporadically, intending to tease the man. Before long, Changbin had grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled your head away from him. He was unable to hide the smile on his face and softly pushed you back until you were laying down on his bed.

“Not so fast, darling,” he growled. “Let’s make you feel good too.” His tongue made its way from your hand to your shoulder, chest, stomach, and underwear before removing it. You were thanking that cursed lock, getting ready for what would be an amazing night.

Now let’s see how much I can tease you before you beg me to make you cum. I might even take some more pictures to add to my collection. You don’t mind, right y/n?

Hyunjin:

You were standing in your room, hands in your hair as you looked at the waterfall that came surging from the ceiling. The plumbing system had completely failed you.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Well, it looked like you were sleeping on the couch tonight. You groaned internally at the neck pain you would be having tomorrow morning.

“Y/n, are you okay?!” Hyunjin banged loudly on your door; not waiting for an answer and bursting in. As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, his mind went blank. The man didn’t care about the burst pipes; he was more so focussed on your sleepwear.

Completely defeated, you dragged yourself past your best friend and towards the living room, spare blanket in hand. Your head hadn’t even hit the cushions yet when you felt yourself being picked up. Finally, you were shaken out of your current state.

“H-Hyunjin!” You yelped, not fighting the man who held you tightly as he made his way to his room. “What are you doing?”

He kicked open the door to his room and put you down on his bed. You immediately scooted under the blankets, wanting to cover yourself up a bit more. Within seconds, Hyunjin had laid down next to you, slowly moving closer. His face looked loving, yet there was a hint of something more… devious.

“Can’t believe it took plumbing to finally get you in here,” he said softly, his eyes glued to yours. You could feel your cheeks heat up and quickly stuck your hands between your thighs, trying to fight the feeling of wanting to feel him up.

He would be the one to make the first move, though. He inched even closer than before and eventually, his lips found yours. It had been a peck at first, but before you knew it, he was exploring your entire mouth with his tongue. As soon as he pulled away, you let out a soft moan.

“Hm,” he hummed contently. “I like that sound. Do it again.”

For a second you froze. What the fuck was happening? After a few moments of your brain going into overdrive, Hyunjin pushed himself up and straddled you; hands on either side of your head.

“Are you ignoring me, darling?” He breathed. “Looks like it’s up to me if I want to hear you moan again.”

The way he moved forward made you think he was going to kiss you again, but instead, his lips only brushed yours briefly, eventually landing on your collarbone. He took off his shirt and tugged on yours; making you copy his movements. You could feel his throbbing cock pushing against you through his sweatpants and the thought of what he would do next made you moan once more. You could feel Hyunjin smile against your now bare chest.

“So pretty,” he teased as you tried to avoid his gaze. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I want to see you when I make you moan.” All you could do in response was nod.

Before you knew it, he had disappeared under the covers, trailing kisses from your chest all the way to your thighs. His hands were roaming all over your body, squeezing you here and there. In turn, you let your fingers grip his hair as you pushed his head further down.

“Oh?” You could hear the slight arrogance in his voice; not sure if he had always sounded this hot. “Finally I get you to be in my bed and you immediately get impatient? That’s not how this is going to work. Now be good and stay still while I make you feel good, y/n.”

As you felt his tongue tease your thighs, you secretly thanked the terrible plumbing system for failing. This was going to be an amazing night.

I’m going to make you cum at least twice tonight, y/n. I have been waiting on this for way too long and I’m not going to waste this opportunity. You better prepare yourself.

Han Jisung:

“H- Hey Jisung,” you said softly as you knocked on your best friend’s door. “Are you asleep?”

It took a few moments, but eventually, the door opened. Jisung was only wearing his boxer shorts, causing you to quickly turn around. The man chuckled amusedly.

“Can I help you?” His tone was teasing; this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Do you mind if I stay here for a little bit? I had a horrible nightmare and I feel very on edge.”

The man just turned around and disappeared back into his room, only to reappear seconds later; pillow under his arm. He closed the door and walked with you to your room, opening the door and gesturing for you to go inside.

You got back under the covers and Jisung crawled in with you. You had expected him to maybe stroke your hair, or maybe tease you a little bit. It hadn’t been the first time you had woken up screaming and sweating because of bad dreams. This time though, there was no stroking and no teasing. All Jisung did was look at you intently as he laid on his side; his face slightly red.

“You know,” he began. “It’s not really fair to keep inviting me into your bed, only to not let me do anything to you.”

Your eyes grew so big you thought they were going to pop out of your head. Had you heard him correctly? Sweet, loving Jisung would never say something like this right? Before your brain had time to process all the dirty thoughts that were racing through your mind, he had already opened his mouth again.

“Or did you invite me in with the hopes that I was going to do something? I didn’t know you were so naughty, y/n.”

“You- I- No it’s-” You were unsuccessful in trying to produce a whole sentence; your thoughts became even more of a mess the more he spoke.

Slowly, the man came closer, until he was able to reach your lips with his. You immediately opened your mouth to let him in; a request he happily fulfilled. As this tongue explored your mouth, you couldn’t help but let your hands wander along his bare chest. Without pulling away from you, Jisung grabbed one of those hands and guided them downwards, until you could feel his throbbing cock. When you softly squeezed him, he finally allowed you to catch your breath.

“You want to help me out?” He breathed. You hummed in response and lifted your shirt over your head.

“How about we help each other out?” You tried to sound as calm as you possibly could, but your thoughts were all over the place and your body was begging for his touch.

Jisung chuckled and quickly took off his boxers, pulling you on top of him as soon as he had. You softly grinded against him, causing him to fill your ears with some devine sounds. You wanted to hear more of them and let your tongue explore his body in response. You would have been lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t fantasized about this before.

“Jisung,” you moaned. “Please kiss me again.”

He had intended to tease you, but the way you pleaded made him give in immediately; he couldn’t help himself. Turning you around, he now hovered over you, lips exploring every inch of your body.

“I’m going to be doing a lot more than just kissing you, y/n. You’re in for a long night.”

No fucking way this is finally happening. I can’t wait until I can make you cum, y/n. All I want to do tonight is make you feel good. Make more of those beautiful sounds for me, darling.

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

You had been so tired when you finally got back from your late night shift that you had let yourself fall on the couch. There wasn’t even enough energy in your body to make it all the way to your bedroom.

“Y/n?”

Felix had entered the living room and stared at you, hands resting on his hips.

“What did I tell you about sleeping on the couch?”

You whined and wiggled your body, making the man’s cheeks flush. As soon as you told him that you weren’t going to get back up again, he swiftly picked you up.

“O-oi, Yongbok!” You exclaimed. You tried to softly hit his arms, but the man wasn’t going to let you go. He had been wanting to do this for a long time and he saw his chance. Your best friend carried you all the way to the bedroom and you felt content and thankful the second your head hit the pillow. You took a deep breath, but before you could exhale, your eyes shot open. The pillow had smelled different; completely different. You looked up to find him pulling his shirt over his head.

“What are you-”

“If you want to sleep in your own bed, then get up and go there; otherwise you’re sleeping here.”

It wasn’t often that Felix used that deep voice of his and it had been quite some time since you had heard it. Was this really happening? You quickly pinched yourself to check if this wasn’t a dream.

It wasn’t.

The man laid down next to you, on top of the blankets. Suddenly, you could feel a surge of energy through your body. You weren’t going to use said energy to walk to your own bed though. Instead, you used it to straddle the shirtless man.

“Well well well,” he teased as his hands immediately roamed your chest. “I thought you were too tired to move.”

“Shut up,” you quipped back, putting a little more weight on his cock. This earned you a groan in response, making you chuckle. “Looks like I’m not the only one who has been thinking about this.”

Now it was your friend’s turn to blush and you leaned forward.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll kiss you,” you teased.

You could hear an audible gulp from beneath you and looked at Felix with piercing eyes, awaiting his response. You had expected him to say the magic words, always having thought of him as more submissive than dominant.

You had been very wrong.

Felix grabbed your hands and swiftly turned you on your back, using his one hand to put yours above your head; his free hand disappearing under your shirt. As soon as he started to play with your nipples, you let out a soft moan.

“Oh?” It was now his turn to tease you. “You’re even more sensitive than I imagined.”

You turned your head to the side, not daring to look him in the eye at the moment. Felix ignored you and just started to work your body with his tongue, slowly making his way downward.

“Now,” he breathed, having complete control over you. “If you ask nicely, I’ll make you cum, y/n.”

I’ve tried so many times to behave when you were around, but not this time, y/n. You wanted to tease me? Be prepared to beg me until I let you cum. You’re mine now.

Seungmin:

“Minnie!” You banged on your best friend’s door for the third time. If only that man would ever take off his headphones, you would be able to actually get some help. Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, the door opened. You had wanted to scold him for making you knock so many times, but there was something off about the sight in front of you. Seungmin’s shirt was inside out and his hair looked like he had just finished a whole workout. It looked different from the marks his headphones would usually leave.

“You okay?” You asked.

The man shifted uncomfortably in front of you.

“What do you want, y/n? I’m busy.” He completely avoided your eyes. What was with him tonight?

“Can you help me?” You sighed. “My bed’s headboard came off somehow.” You recalled the time you were so done with setting it up that you had thrown the screwdriver towards the corner of your room. Those loose screws had now come back to bite you.

You leaned forward a bit, waiting for him to say he would help you, like he usually would. It was this expectation that made you very surprised when he shook his head.

“Oh, you little-”

He didn’t let you finish his sentence. Instead, he pulled you straight into his room. He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it; his hand staying in place against your head.

“S-Seungmin?”

It had now been clear what he had been doing. The soft moans playing from the phone on his bed confirmed as much.

“Look man,” you tried. “I-I didn’t know you were-”

Lips sloppily crashed on yours, his tongue trying to fight for control of your own. You couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. It took a good minute before Seungmin pulled away to gauge your reaction. It had been even better than he had imagined; and this man had imagined this moment so many times he couldn’t count. He swiftly lifted you up as he kissed you again, pleased with the way your legs found their way around his waist. He turned around and softly lowered you on his bed.

“Sleep here tonight,” he said in between kisses. As you shifted a bit on his sheets, Seungmin turned off the sound on his phone. He looked back at you. “I’d rather hear them come from you.”

Fuck it, you thought as you pulled him by his collar, earning a smirk from the man.

“I knew it wasn’t just me,” he growled, removing his shirt and pointing at yours. “Take that off.”

It made you feel ashamed how quickly you obliged, but you were now like putty in his hands. He knew he had you where he wanted you. He quickly licked your lower lip before letting his tongue make its way downwards, causing you to squirm. A dark chuckle left his lips.

“You better prepare yourself, y/n. I’m going to make you scream my name soon. There’s no way I’m going to help you with your bed. You’re sleeping here.” As soon as you felt him remove your underwear, you knew you were done for. Seungmin’s tongue licked your most sensitive parts, making you arch your back and let out a moan.

“See, you sound a lot better than whatever I was watching. Let me hear more of your sounds, y/n. Let me hear you say my name while I pleasure you.”

I’m going to make you cum multiple times tonight, y/n. I can't wait until I can feel your mouth around my cock. I bet you feel really really good. This is going to be the best night I’ve had in a long time.

I.N. / Jeongin:

You didn’t know exactly how you got here, but at this point, it didn’t matter. Maybe it had been the alcohol, maybe it had been the fact that you had hoped for this; nobody could be entirely sure. You had intended to sleep in your own bed, but as soon as Jeongin had puffed out his cheeks, you had been unable to refuse his request.

“Please sleep in my bed tonight, y/n!” He had begged, tugging at your arm. “You’re the one who wanted to watch a scary movie and now you’re gonna make me sleep by myself?”

You had sighed and after a few reiterations of the same question, you had eventually relented.

So now you were in your best friend’s bed; mind hazy and full of dirty thoughts. It took everything in you not to rip Jeongin’s clothes from his body. The man was seemingly asleep next to you and you lovingly stroked his hair, taking in the beauty that was his entire face.

“Not fair,” you whispered. “You can’t lay next to me looking that good and expect me not to want you.”

You almost jumped up when his eyes shot open; big and staring right at you. The smirk that crept up on his face made your own eyes widen. Within seconds, the man had pulled you on top of him, causing you to let out a soft yelp.

“You want me?” He asked innocently, his actions completely contradicting his tone as he shifted you so that you sat on his boxers. You could feel his cock harden underneath you, causing the thoughts in your head to get even more explicit. Fuck it, you thought.

“You have a problem with that baby boy?” You cooed. You had no idea where this confidence had come from -though it had likely been the alcohol- but you decided to roll with it. As soon as he heard the nickname, Jeongin let out a whimper and vehemently shook his head. It was amazing to see how quickly he became this submissive, so desperate for you to touch him. You decided to tease him a little more.

Your hands started on his neck, trailing down to his chest and stopping right above his boxers, causing the man to completely lose it. You had expected him to whimper again, but something in him snapped and before you knew it, he had rolled you over. As he hovered above you he smirked for the second time tonight, spelling disaster for you.

“Play nicely now,” he growled. “Let’s see how you like it.”

He let his fingers trace your underwear, listening to the sounds you produced as he did. It made him feel so powerful to be able to make you moan that he didn’t want to give up this position.

“I’m going to make you feel good, y/n,” he purred while trailing kisses down your thighs. As soon as his tongue hit your most intimate part, you threw your head back. More sounds left your lips and you could feel him chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you,” he said in a low voice. “You’re being so good for me. I think you deserve a reward.”

You completely lost it once he put his tongue back between your thighs. Your nails dug in his back, making him let out a growl. While you had imagined this moment plenty of times, you had never thought he could sound so animalistic. You were ready for whatever Jeongin had in store for you.

You better get ready, y/n. There’s no way I’m gonna let you leave this bed any time soon. At least not until I make you cum all over me. I want to hear you scream my name.

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