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svnoohe4rts · 1 year

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BEST FRIENDS ! ― sim jaeyun

↳ pairing: inexperienced!jake x fembodied!reader

↳ summary: jake is desperate to lose his virginity, and since you’re his best friend, you agree to help him out.

↳ word count: 4,6k

↳ a/n: hihi !! i decided i’d repost one of my old fics since it never showed up in the tags,, i’ve changed some things, but other than that it’s the exact same fic :’) let’s hope it shows up in the tags this time </3

i’ve also decided this will be the last fic i post before i go on a small hiatus for a while . there’s a lot of things going on right now & i simply don’t have the time to be active, hence why i feel like going on a small hiatus seems necessary. i won’t be back until after new years, so happy christmas & happy new years ! thank u all so much for this amazing year & for all the incredible feedback i’ve gotten, i can’t wait to see what next year has in store for this blog :’) i love each & every one of u, until next time <3 all feedback is appreciated ! <3

i won’t be deleting the original post for this fic, u can find it here !

↳ warnings: SMUT ! MDNI . | mentions porn, protected sex let me know if there’s anything else i should add !

JAKE KNOWS HE SHOULDN’T.

Hell, he knows god damn well he shouldn’t even consider it; but the urge to lose his virginity was stronger than his sense of morality at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, right?

Jake was a simple man. He jerked off whenever he felt the need to, only watching porn if he felt like his imagination wasn’t enough to satisfy his urges. Jake had kissed at least three girls in total during his twenty years on planet earth, including the one he kissed back at the playground in middle school; it was his first kiss, after all, why wouldn’t he count that one?

It had never gone past kissing though. The most intimate thing he had done was probably grabbing a girl's ass while awkwardly making out at a party and the next most intimate thing he had ever experienced was probably the time a girl's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. Not that he complained though.

He was content with his right hand, it certainly got the job done and he knew exactly how to give himself the best possible experience; so what was there to possibly complain about? Well, Jake decided to put the blame on Heeseung for that one.

If Heeseung had never walked into the room with the biggest smile Jake had ever seen on his lips back when they were 16, Jake would’ve never found himself in this situation. If Heeseung just hadn’t decided to brag about how he lost his virginity to his prom date the night before, Jake certainly never would’ve questioned his right hand and its ability to satisfy him. But of course, Heeseung just had to tell him all about how amazing it was and that he would never ever jack off ever again because nothing could ever even compare to the feeling he had just experienced, as Heeseung himself had claimed. He became a changed man, he said, and there was no way he’d ever go back to just using his right hand.

So in a way, Heeseung was definitely the cause of 16-year-old Jake's misery.

Then Jay lost his virginity the following summer. He also claimed he’d never ever go back to jerking off, going into great detail about how he had lost his virginity with the slightly older girl next door while mowing her father's lawn; sneaking into the shed while her father was sitting by the pool, reading the daily newspaper. Jake refused to jerk off that night, staring at the ceiling as he questioned what was so great about sex and why his right hand suddenly couldn’t even compare to a feeling he had never experienced for himself.

No matter how angry and confused Jake was, he found comfort in knowing one thing. It didn’t matter if both Heeseung and Jay had lost their beloved V card, because he still had Sunghoon.

Sunghoon was also a virgin and Jake was sure about one thing and one thing only; he was most definitely going to lose his virginity before his introverted friend did.

As senior year of high school rolled around, both Jake and Sunghoon were still virgins; which Jake found great comfort in. Knowing he wasn’t the only one in his friend group who was still a virgin comforted him, knowing he wasn’t alone in his misery; knowing he wasn’t the only one who had yet to get his dick wet.

Until one day, Sunghoon showed up at school with the same forsaken smile that both Heeseung and Jay had worn and Jake knew he was doomed the second he spotted his friend’s smile. He didn’t even have to listen to his friend talking about how it happened, the feeling of defeat had already settled in by the time Sunghoon had even said hi.

So moral of the story, if Heeseung never decided it would be a good idea to make Jake question his whole existence back when he was 16, Jake wouldn’t be in this situation.

And that certain situation being him about to ask you, his best friend of many years, to take his virginity.

‘’Earth to Jake,’’ Your hand waving in front of his eyes snapped him out of his thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise by your sudden action. Jake looked up at you, a chuckle trailing off your lips as you plopped down beside him. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’

He had known you almost his whole life, you had been the one to force him into kissing that one girl at the playground back in middle school after all; no matter how much he whined and refused you were the one who pushed him in front of the swings and cheered him on as he shyly pecked the other girl's lips. You had also been the one to comfort him after the girl ran off, crying about how she didn’t even want to kiss him in the first place; a moment that probably severely bruised Jake's ego for the rest of his life.

He had never even thought of you as anything other than his best friend, the thought of having sex with you never even crossed his mind before. The thought made him cringe, his stomach turning inside out at the thought of ever seeing you naked, almost gagging that one time his dear friend talked about how cute you were and he most definitely would take the opportunity if ever given to him.

And at 19 years old, Jake once again blamed Heeseung for his misery. If Heeseung had never said those words, the thought would never have crossed his mind and he wouldn’t be sitting in your bed rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. But thanks to Heeseung and his inability to keep his thoughts to himself, Jake came to the realization that you were probably his best bet at losing his virginity at this point.

But how on earth was he supposed to tell you that without embarrassing himself, possibly scaring your friendship for life? Jake just frowned, shaking his head as he continued to rub his palms against the fabric of his jeans; desperately trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely shitting himself. You cocked an eyebrow, your eyes darting over to his now very obviously sweaty hands. ‘’Is there anything wrong, Jake?’’

‘’No,’’ Yes, there was something very, very wrong. ‘’I mean, not really. I don’t want to talk about it.’’

He wasn’t lying, Jake most certainly did not want to talk about what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were obvious to the fact that your friend was very obviously distressed about something and wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. ‘’C’mon, you can tell me anything.’’

Hey, Y/N, wanna take my virginity? No, he simply could not tell you everything.

Jake glared at you for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you weren’t going to give up until he actually told you what was on his mind. He threw his head back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling as he accepted his fate. He was going to make an absolute fool out of himself, but at least it was with you, the one person who would never make fun of him, right?

‘’Promise me you won't make fun of me?’’ He mumbled, refusing to look at you as he mentally prepared himself for embarrassment. You only nodded in response, furrowing both your eyebrows; growing slightly worried by your friend's behavior. ‘’You’re acting like something horrible happened, what's up?’’ You asked, your eyes glued to the boy sitting beside you.

Well, something horrible did happen. At least in Jake’s world, this was the most horrifying thing that could possibly ever happen. Jake kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, taking a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut. ‘’Can you take my virginity?’’

Complete silence fell over the room. Jake kept his eyes shut, too scared to ever open them again; the silence only made him feel even more anxious. At this point, Jake wasn’t even breathing, regretting all his life choices leading up to this very moment, wanting to sink through the ground and simply disappear. It wasn’t until he suddenly heard a loud snort coming from beside him he dared opened his eyes, snapping his head towards you.

The sight in front of him only made him want to disappear from the face of the earth even more. You had one of your hands placed over your mouth, trying your best to suppress your laughter but failed miserably, breaking out into laughter. Jake just stared at you, a frown on his face. ‘’I said don’t make fun of me!’’ Jake groaned, burying his face in both his hands in an attempt to hide his red cheeks as you continued laughing. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You laughed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at this point as you tried controlling your laughter.

‘’Fuck off,’’ Jake mumbled into his hands, his ears turning red from embarrassment. ‘’Just forget I ever said anything.’’ He continued as you wiped the tears that had spilled down your cheeks away, small chuckles still leaving your lips. Another silence fell over the room, the only noise being heard was Jake’s breathing into his hands as he thought about how he was supposed to ever recover from the amount of embarrassment he had just experienced.

‘’I mean, why not?’’ Your voice suddenly broke the silence, causing Jake to peek through his fingers; his eyes landing on you. ‘’What?’’ He let out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he kept his eyes glued on you. You shrugged in response, looking over at the boy. ‘’You’re my best friend after all, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t help you out.’’

‘’What?’’ He stuttered, causing another chuckle to trail off your lips. ‘’Why are you acting so surprised? You were the one who asked me stupid,’’ You chuckled, Jake's lips parting in surprise. ‘’I mean, I know, but I just,’’ He mumbled, stumbling over his own words as he spoke. ‘’I just didn’t expect you to say yes, alright?’’ He let out, trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were actually being serious.

But by the way you simply just shrugged and by the lack of a playful look on your face, he realized you were actually serious. Oh god, you were actually serious about taking his virginity. ‘’Are you actually serious?’’ He asked once more, letting his hands fall into his lap as he continued looking for any signs that indicated that you were in fact playing a prank on him. You nodded in response, a small smile forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s better you lose it with me so you don’t have to embarrass yourself when you actually hook up with someone.’’

Jake parted his lips, getting ready to defend himself but quickly realized there was no point in arguing; because you were right.

He had no clue how to possibly make his first time enjoyable for the other person, hell, he didn’t even know how to make it enjoyable for himself. He was completely clueless, except for all the things his friends told him and the things he had seen in porn, and the things he had pictured in his mind of course; but he knew the things he pictured in his mind were way different from the real thing.

Maybe losing his virginity to you wasn’t as bad after all. Unlike him, you weren’t a virgin and Jake could guarantee you knew way more than he did; plus you were one of his best friends, so what could possibly go wrong? ‘’So, like, when do we do it?’’ Jake stuttered, looking over at you once again. Another chuckle emerged from your throat, moving closer to the boy sitting beside you; Jake's eyes following your every move. ‘’Jake, it’s not an appointment, we don’t need to set a date you know,’’ You joked, but Jake only stared at you with wide eyes.

As you moved closer and Jake could now feel your thigh touching his, he came to the realization that losing his virginity to you was in fact a very bad idea. He had been close to you many times before, it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get psychical with each other. Holding hands, hugging, and even cuddling while watching a scary movie; it usually wasn’t weird at all. But as your thigh touched his, while talking about you taking his virginity, it felt extremely weird. It felt more than just weird, it felt horrifying. ‘’But how am I supposed to know when if we don’t plan it?’’ He let out, his eyes glued to your thigh; suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you only kept moving closer.

‘’Jake?’’ You let out, causing him to look up at you; his eyes still wide as he noticed how incredibly close your face now was to his. ‘’Yeah?’’ He breathed, not knowing where to look without his eyes landing on your glossy lips. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’

At that moment, he fully panicked and he was sure it showed by the way his whole body froze; he had never been asked that question before and he certainly did not expect you to be the first person ever to ask him that. He stared at you, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips, waiting for his response. Jake placed his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling on it; he had gone way too far to say no. ‘’Yes.’’

Before he could even prepare himself, he felt your lips press against his. As he felt your lips press against his own, he suddenly regretted everything. He regretted ever even bringing up the topic, he regretted ever even considering it; why the hell would he ever even want to lose his virginity to his best friend? ‘’Relax, okay?’’ You suddenly murmured, causing Jake to snap back to reality; realizing he hadn’t even kissed you back.

Fuck it, if he was actually going to lose his virginity, he might as well make the most of it.

So he nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours once again. Your lips felt soft against his, your strawberry lipgloss transferring onto his own; feeling himself slightly relax as you placed one of your hands on the nape of his neck. The kiss was soft and as much as Jake hated to admit it, he was actually enjoying it. With his eyes closed, he didn’t have to face reality; that it was, in fact, his best friend he was kissing.

That was until he felt you shift beside him, your lips still attached to his; suddenly feeling your weight being placed on top of him. He quickly opened his eyes only to see you sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. You must’ve noticed the way he immediately tensed up again, his eyes scanning your figure as a chuckle left your lips. ‘’Don’t think too much about it, okay?’’ You let out, placing your hands on the back of his neck; your eyes meeting.

How was he supposed to not think too much? It wasn’t like it was the first time you sat on his lap like this, but this time was different; this time was very very different compared to your usual play fights where you sometimes ended up on his lap. Jake doesn’t remember you kissing him in those playfights, but that was exactly what was happening right now. He only nodded in response, gulping as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his once again.

Jake once again fluttered his eyes close, trying to focus on your lips moving against his instead of the fact that you were straddling his lips; accidentally grinding against this crotch every now and then. He suddenly felt you grab both his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your hands to the back of his neck. Jake quickly caught on as he slipped his hands under your shirt, your warm skin greeting his cold hands. You hummed in response, causing Jake to relax further into the kiss as he realized he had done something right by slipping his hands under your shirt.

The deeper the kiss got, the more Jake started to believe that maybe this wasn’t as bad of an idea as he had originally thought. The taste of your strawberry lipgloss was now slowly making him want more, his tongue slipping into your mouth; the small moan leaving your lips taking him by surprise. He felt a small smirk forming on his lips as he ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling you slightly tug at his hair; the kiss getting more and more desperate.

‘’You’re not a bad kisser you know,’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing a shade of red to spread across Jake's cheeks; keeping his lips attached to yours in an attempt to hide his now red cheeks. His hands slowly made their way down your sides, creeping closer and closer to your ass before gently grabbing it; a groan leaving his throat. As he kneaded your ass through your pants, he couldn’t help but press his crotch against your clothed core; now getting slightly impatient. But as your lips left his and your eyes met, he suddenly became nervous; had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast?

‘’Do you want to take my shirt off?’’ Your words made his now semi-hard cock twitch, beginning for any type of attention as he quickly nodded in relief. You smiled at him as you guided his hands towards the hem of your shirt, watching as he slowly pulled your shirt over your head; revealing your chest. He stared at your chest with wide eyes, the only thing hiding your breasts being your bra; trying his best not to let out a groan. ‘’You can take it off.’’ You let out, causing Jake’s hands to immediately start fiddling with the clasps at the back of your bra.

After a few moments of Jake struggling, insisting that he could do it; your bra slowly slid off your body. Jake couldn’t help but stare at your bare chest, his cock growing harder at the sight of your hard nipples. He had seen you in bikinis multiple times, but something felt different this time; he simply couldn’t tear his eyes off you. ‘’Can I touch them?’’ He managed to get out, his eyes meeting yours. ‘’You don’t have to ask Jake, do whatever you feel comfortable doing.’’ You let out softly, causing Jake to immediately place one of his hands on top of one of your breasts; attaching his lips to one of your nipples.

A loud gasp left your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple, his other hand finding its way to your other breast. It was no secret that Jake knew how to use his tongue even though he had never actually done it judging by the way he constantly had his tongue out, you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him and his tongue at least once. But his tongue playing with your nipple while his other hand pinched and massaged your other breast felt way better than you could’ve ever imagined, throwing your head back as a whimper left your lips.

That whimper went straight to Jake's now hard cock, feeling it twitch against one of your thighs. He kept his lips attached to your nipple, his other hand massaging your other boob as he looked up at you. The sight in front of him made him feel like he was about to cum right there and then, feeling the precum leaking from his tip stick to the fabric of his now very tight boxers. You slowly started rocking your hips against this hard-on, a groan leaving his throat as he pressed rough kisses all over your chest, his hands still playing with your nipples.

You quickly brought your hand to his hair, pulling him into another kiss; this time a much rougher kiss. It was extremely messy and needy, his fingers digging into the skin of your sides as he desperately dragged your lower body against this crotch; desperate for any type of friction. ‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing Jake to pull away.

‘’I want to fuck you Y/N,’’ He breathed, still lightly guiding your lower body back and forth. ‘’Please?’’ He let out, his eyes meeting yours. You only replied by smashing your lips against his once again, pulling him down so he was now hovering above you.

You quickly undid his belt, your lips still attached; hungrily moving against one another before he pulled away; only to pull his shirt over his head, his full upper body on display. You stared at him for a moment, admiring his body before his lips met yours once again. He helped you pull his pants down completely, your hand coming in contact with the outline of his fully hard cock; a gasp leaving your lips. Jake couldn’t help but let out a groan as your hand finally wrapped around the outline of his cock, dipping his head between the space where your neck and shoulder meet.

He immediately began fiddling with the button of your pants, not wanting to wait any longer; afraid he’d cum right there and then if he didn’t get to fuck you within the next 30 seconds. Your hand left his cock, a whine almost leaving his throat as you helped him get your own pants off; one of his hands finding its way down your underwear the second your pants slid down your legs.

‘’Fuck,’’ He mumbled into the pillow as he felt the sticky fabric against his fingers, hooking one of his fingers under your underwear before slowly sliding them down your legs. He propped himself up using one of his arms, looking down at your glistening core; another groan leaving his lips. ‘’Can you please fuck me now?’’ Your whine made him look up at you, his eyes wide; filled with anticipation.

You looked beautiful. Jake always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you laying underneath him with lust-filled eyes, you looked ten times more beautiful to him.

He only nodded in response as he pulled his underwear down, his cock hitting his abdomen; his tip red and leaking precum, still begging for attention. ‘’Do you have condoms?’’ You asked, your eyes meeting his; realizing you probably don’t have any laying around. A small smile formed on his lips as he grabbed his pants, searching through his pockets. ‘’Of course I do, you never know when you might lose your virginity.’’ He smiled as he pulled out a condom, causing you to roll your eyes as he ripped the package open.

Jake suddenly became nervous as he lined his cock against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a small smile; noticing the worry in his eyes. ‘’Take your time, okay? Do what feels good for you,’’ You reassured him, causing Jake to nod in reply once again; rubbing his tip against your entrance, collecting your arousal.

A small moan left your lips as he pushed his cock all the way in, grabbing onto his shoulders as you parted your lips. ‘’You’re so big,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing Jake to let out a groan. ‘’I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,’’ He mumbled, pressing a small kiss onto your neck.

After staying still for a minute, getting used to the feeling and collecting himself, he slowly began pulling out. Your walls dragging along his hard cock, coating him in your arousal felt like nothing he had ever experienced before; his friend's endless bragging suddenly making so much sense. He thrusted into you once again, another moan leaving your lips; causing Jake to repeat his actions.

‘’Fuck, Jake,’’ You moaned, throwing your head onto the pillow beside you as he kept thrusting into you, grunts leaving his lips, his lips occasionally pressing wet kisses against the skin of your shoulder. ‘’Feels so good,’’ He grunted against your skin, his thrusts becoming even harsher. ‘’You’re doing so good,’’ You whimpered, the familiar feeling of warmth building up inside of Jake’s stomach.

Your words only made Jake thrust into you harder, causing even louder moans to leave your lips as his speed increased. You could tell he was close to his release by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier, grunts spilling from his lips.

It didn’t come as a surprise to either you or Jake that he was already on the verge of reaching his orgasm. You didn’t even mind the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to cum, the pretty sounds leaving his lips were more than enough for you.

‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He suddenly let out, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. ‘’Cum for me,’’ You mumbled into his ear, a final groan leaving his lips as he spilled his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. Loud moans left his throat as he continued sloppily thrusting into you; riding out his own orgasm.

‘’Did I do well?’’ He let out after a moment, still panting, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, moving closer to him. ‘’You did really well.’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist. ‘’I guess I’m no longer a virgin,’’ He chuckled, causing you to chuckle as well. ‘’Not even a thank you?’’ You let out, your eyes meeting his.

‘’You’re the best, thank you.’’ He smiled, a small smile forming on your lips; wrapping an arm around his torso. ‘’I’m your best friend after all.’’

‘’Maybe you can give me head next time, since you’re my best friend?’’

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the heavy weight of guilt that seemed to bind itself to your shoulders became more and more unbearable as you make your way down the dormitory’s hall, searching the wall for a very specific set of letters and numbers. although he told you that it would never be a bother to help you - that you could come to him for anything and everything - it didn’t change the fact you still felt as if he didn’t say it with full confidence.

you had always done your best to never take your friends’ kindness for granted, always ensuring you could do various tasks yourself or that you didn’t need the extra help with studying. but unfortunately, the front you put up to feign perfect diligence and organization was bound to fall over time.

you check your phone once more, ensuring that you were, in fact, at the correct dorm before bumping your knuckles against the wood no more than thrice, distinct enough for it to be heard by the dorm’s single inhabitant, but soft enough to not disturb his nearby neighbors.

taking a step back, you can hear a bit of rustling, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you - in a rather panicked state - make sure you even look presentable; the harsh winds between the library and the dorms doing much more damage to your previously unwrinkled sweater than you could have predicted.

the lock undoes itself, and only a second later you see the familiar rectangular glasses of your beloved friend with a smile on his face; a gesture you are surely mirroring to him.

“hi, y/n,” he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a small cheshire-like smile as he opens his door wider. “come on in, you can set your things on my bed.”

in moments like these, you are thankful for jay's introverted ways. if he were to not value his alone time as much as he does currently, you might have had to introduce yourself to one - or possibly even more - residents in his living space.

you nod, following his instruction and slinging your bag off of your shoulder once you make it to his room, letting it sink into the grey comforter sprawled across his mattress. “so,” jay begins, catching your attention as you turn to face where he stands at his doorway. “what is it exactly you’re struggling with? or would you rather save that for later and just, y’know, relax, maybe,” he says, his own tone questioning but laid-back, allowing you the comfort of knowing he is content with either option.

“i think…” you begin to trail off, subconsciously sitting yourself upon his neatly made bed beside your bag, finding yourself wishing to stay there longer. “i think relax, if that’s alright.”

earning a nod, jay smiles fully, showing his teeth as his nose scrunches the smallest bit. “i could use a break from studying as well,” he concludes, making his way closer, grabbing your bag, and carefully placing it on his desk chair. “would you wanna watch something then? i’m sure there’s a new release that’ll distract us for a bit.”

you watch him grab a playstation controller from a mounted shelf and turn on the console before easing himself onto the bed next to you, legs dangling off the edge as you push yourself to lay against his headboard. booting up netflix, he joins you, back pressing against the dark leather frame with a sigh.

“genre?” he questions, turning to face you as you purse your lips into a straight line.

“i’m fine with anything, maybe something that’s like… calm? something that can help with the relaxing mood we want, y’know?” you suggest, earning a nod from jay as he returns his focus to the screen before you both.

scanning through the various movies available, you both settle for one, the controller now on his bedside table as he lifts the covers from under himself.

“i’m gonna use these, but if you want a blanket or anything i can go grab you one,” he offers, sliding his legs under the comforter as the first few scenes of the movie start to sound throughout the small dorm. “or if you’re comfortable with it, we can both use them," he lifts the edge of the comforter, offering you a space to slide in next to him if you wished to; you oblige.

thanking him, you turn back to the movie - trying your hardest to think what could have happened in the short moments you missed - as you find yourself falling deeper into the bed’s warm comfort.

it wasn’t a secret your friend had a difficult time standing up against lower temperatures, so it didn’t faze you much when he bunched up the comforter at his waist, creating a small pocket for his hands to reside in.

even with the distance between yourselves, you could feel some of his body heat radiating off of him, especially along your legs under the blanket where the heat was only amplified. truthfully, the longer the movie went on, the harder it was to keep track of whatever plot there was; something that didn’t go unnoticed by the man next to you.

“you okay?” he whispers, almost as if you two were in a theater rather than his dorm room. “you seem a little out of it, y/n.”

you nod and let an exhale slip through your nose, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding in jay's direction. “i’m fine,” you reassure, but the look jay gave you proved he didn’t believe you.

“i’ve known you for, what? two years now?”

“two and a half,” you interject, earning a shake of the head and a bashful smile.

“either way, i’ve known you long enough to know you aren’t telling me the truth,” grabbing the controller, he pauses the movie, hiking one leg up further to face you properly on the bed. “what’s goin' on?”

he always made it difficult for you to not come clean to him about how you’re feeling, his attentiveness always amazes you. you take a deep sigh, letting your head fall back against the headboard before you speak.

“uni’s just . . . been a lot,” you say, turning your head to the side to capture jay within your view, his eyes trained on your own; how they always were. “i’ve been feeling insecure about my studies, and even more now that exams are coming up. it’s all just been weighing down on me lately.”

while the words you spoke were truthful, it most definitely wasn’t the reason you were distracted during the movie - jay's soft gaze locking with your own isn’t helping the dull ache in your heart. he nods, turning to face the now freeze-frame of a scene on the screen while he thinks of a reply. you could practically see the cogs turning in his brain, wanting to offer you absolutely anything that could help with that insecure feeling you were succumbed to.

“is that why you wanted to come over and study?” he asks, and even though he already knew the answer, he found himself needing to hear you confirm it. when you nod, he hums in understanding.

“i think,” he begins, his hands freeing themselves from the comforter-cocoon they had occupied up until this moment, laying them atop his legs as the comforter lays below. “i think you need to consider how you feel outside of your workload. i’ve seen your agendas every now and then, and i’ll tell you, that’s a lot of shit for one person to do in the amount of time you’re given.

“i think you need to take off-days like this more often. allow yourself to be worry free for even just a few hours. let yourself recharge and, y’know, get that needed energy back,” he turns back to you, a soft smile on his face. you could tell he was trying his best to console you - an action that was admirable within itself. “maybe this is a sign that we should hang out again; watch movies together or go out more often.”

you chuckle, the sound of his soft, shy laughter accompanying your own. “maybe i should follow that sign, then,” you conclude. “thank you, jay.”

“you know that you don’t have to thank me,” he replies. “you’ve helped me many many times since we’ve known each other. the least i could do now is help you when i can.”

“you still deserve to be thanked.”

“if it helps you sleep at night, then you’re welcome. now-” he readjusts himself to face the television again, grabbing the controller. “are you actually interested in this movie? or should we do something else, 'cause i can not tell you a single thing that’s happened within the last, like, twenty minutes.”

you raise your brows, a smile playing on your lips. “what’s got you distracted? we talked about me; it’s your turn now.” jay lets out a deep laugh at your eager tone, shaking his head and letting his bangs fall over his eyes, still protected by his glasses.

“nothing to tell,” he shrugs, your eyes squinting at him in disbelief, causing him to laugh again. “just have some things on the mind.”

“school stuff?” you inquire, noting how he shakes his head negatively.

“nah,” he says. “just some other things.”

“jay,” you call. at the mention of his name - in a much more stern tone than you rather call him with - he turns to you once more. “you can talk to me, you know that right? like you said; you’ve helped me so many times, it’ll never be a bother to do the same for you. we’ve been friends for two and a half years-”

in the middle of speaking, you notice his gaze falter. how his brows lower a bit and how the curl at the corners of his lips straighten out just a tad.

“-so trust me when i say that you can count on me, always.”

although to yourself it felt as if you were preaching, you knew jay wasn’t getting that impression, seeming to hang on to the end of your sentence as he processed it all.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about my relationships with people. which ones are the most important to me, stuff like that,” he seems to mimic your exact actions as you had when explaining your internal dilemma - leaning his head against the headboard as he closes his eyes.

“don’t worry, though,” he starts again. “my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it."

his words pull at your heartstrings, a soft yet prominent chill running up your body - subconsciously reaching your hand to grasp his within your own, your thumb running along the backs of his knuckles.

“jay,” you say, drawing out the last letter as he cranes his neck to see you, a small smile on your face at his kind words. “i want to be with you as long as i can be. our relationship is important to me, too.”

he smiles at your words, bringing his gaze down his lap and watching as your fingers begin to play with his, finding himself turning his hand palm-up and weaving his fingers with your own.

the atmosphere felt much more serene, jay getting off his chest what he’s been feeling for quite some time - even if it was incredibly indirect as well as disguised as a dilemma with every relationship rather than just the dynamic between you two.

with your vacant hand, you grab the controller, saying how you’ll choose the movie this time because you “have an eye for this kind of thing.” jay didn’t argue, he simply watched as you navigated through the movies on screen, and he could help the way his heartbeat increased watching you use the controller with only one hand in favor of keeping the other locked with his.

the air conditioning starting up stirred you awake - unbeknownst to you that you had even fallen asleep in the first place. the dull hum wasn’t the cause of you waking, but rather the gust of chill air that flooded the dorm at an alarming rate.

the movie you had selected was now complete, other recommendations on the dimmed screen, indicating it was close to going into sleep mode. you don’t bother to grab the controller from the other side of jay, seeing as he’s sound asleep as well and you don’t wish to disturb him.

sitting up slightly and angling yourself towards the window, you notice how a blanket of darkness seemed to envelope your campus, small stars peeking through and illuminating the otherwise black sky. although you had just woken up, the sight of the calm, serene city was enough to make your eyes droop, allowing yourself to lean back into the pillows, getting in a more comfortable position to sleep. surely jay wouldn’t mind me spending the night, right? you hope.

you lull yourself back to sleep, the warm embrace of the blankets being too welcoming to ignore. all is quiet until you hear a soft groan, followed by blankets shuffling beside yourself. realizing your own rustling might have woken up your friend, a pang of guilt slices at your chest, heart racing as adrenaline courses through you at the possible confrontation from a grumpy jay.

instead - and to your own shock - jay shuffles closer, perhaps chasing your body heat and pulls you to his side, one arm snaking under your waist while the other simply rests atop your stomach. the pressure was light, barely even there as your body stiffened under his touch.

he most definitely was unconscious - that was something you easily concluded by his even breathing against your shoulder; perhaps if you weren’t as taken aback by his sudden closeness, the soft rhythm would help aid you in your slumber. unfortunately for you, you were - in fact - taken aback; but not disappointed with his closeness - why you feel that way is something you would much rather address with yourself in time, even if the answer has always been at the forefront of your mind.

where his hands lay limp previously now are digging into the soft material of your sweater in an attempt to pull you closer; you knew he was just trying to get warmer, but the action still caused a heat to rise within you.

haphazardly, you try to help; maneuvering yourself onto your side facing him and wrapping your arms around jay without disturbance. thankfully, the plan proved to be successful, your body now pressed against his torso as your cheek rests on his chest.

his hands - with such natural instinct that it made your head spin - splayed across your back, fully extending his fingers to gather as much warmth as he can as well as keep you securely pressed to himself. his legs found their way tangled with your own, effectively trapping you against him.

you didn’t have it in you to readjust for three reasons. one: you knew he needed the warmth - his complaints about being cold so often and pulling his sweater sleeves over his palms as if it’s part of his daily routine being enough evidence of such. two: you didn’t wish to wake him, knowing that the mental strain he’s enduring is surely tiresome, not to mention his school workload and job on top of it all. and three - and while this one is incredibly selfish - you’ve always wanted to be this close and comfortable with him.

he’s never been a big physical touch person, at least not with you. and it sent an electric shock through you whenever he grabbed your hand to guide you somewhere or put a friendly arm around your shoulder. that same electric shock rose within you at this - albeit being much calmer now as time progresses forward.

with his gentle breathing and steady heartbeat against your ear, you feel your own begin to match his rhythm, falling back into a deep sleep while in the arms of the man you have been secretly pining over for the last few months.

when you finally awake once more, it’s to the sound of footsteps. the light shines through the window as you sit up, the blanket falling into your lap as you take in your surroundings - and most notably - the empty spot beside you.

your back arches as your arms stretch above your head, fishing your phone from your sweater pocket - that you happened to leave there, not expecting yourself to fall asleep or even spend the night at all - and noting the bright 8:14 AM on your screen.

reluctantly, you rise from jay's bed, feeling as your muscles adjust to being used after remaining idle for a few hours. smoothing your sweater, you waltz into the main room, hearing a noise from the small kitchen located within the dorm.

assuming it was jay, you proceed, prediction proving itself to be correct as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. he catches you standing in the doorway from the corner of his eye, his gaze landing on your slightly slouched form only a moment later.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” he beams, reaching into the cabinet to grab another mug and setting it beside his own. “coffee?”

you shake your head negatively. “i think i’ll just go for water right now, thank you, though.”

jay nods, instead moving to his fridge and pulling out a water pitcher and pouring it into your mug. after placing the pitcher back and handing your cup to you, he continues with making his beverage of choice.

slowly taking a sip, the cold drink jolts your senses awake - something you were quite thankful for in this moment, jay clearly ready to start his day while you’re still adjusting to the sudden light.

“did you sleep okay? i tried not to move too much once i woke up,” he says, giving you a side glance as he continues preparing his coffee. there wasn’t a grand distance between you two in the cramped kitchen, but enough to have small details slip past if you weren’t looking closely.

and closely you were certainly looking, taking in each hair that stuck out of place from moving in his sleep - and probably running his hands through the strands once he awoke - and how his face was still a bit puffy from sleeping; the most important to you was the faint blush that dusted over his cheeks. if it was due to his comment about you sleeping together or a natural morning flush, you were unsure.

if you were to be sure of one thing, though, it’d be how your stomach flipped seeing him with such a soft expression, naturally glowing as he slowly warmed up to the world around himself.

“i slept well,” you reply, eyes shifting away from him as you feel you’ve been staring too long for comfort. “i’m sorry for crashing here.”

“please,” he says, a sense of disbelief in his voice. “you’re always more than welcome to come over, and that includes impromptu sleepovers. it’s really no issue.

“you made the bed warmer, which is always a plus for me,” he adds, finally taking a sip from his perfectly prepared coffee and sighing in content, turning to lean his lower back against the end of the small countertop.

your cheeks heat up at his comment, confirmation that - at the very least - he enjoyed having you there with him and that close. you both drink in silence, choosing to not disturb the calm atmosphere you found yourself in while you enjoy your morning together. as the sun rises, natural light floods the dorm, proving there to be no need for artificial lighting as the day grows.

it felt pleasant on your skin, warmth from the blanket of light that shone down on the both of you; you were content. in your moments of thought, you fail to notice how jay had flicked his gaze toward you, watching with a delicate smile on his face as you slowly came-to.

it was rare he got to see you in such a state, always having changed your appearance in some way from when you woke up once you met him on campus. it was a pleasant change; a change he thought he wouldn’t mind getting used to.

“we should do sleepovers more often,” he suddenly breaks the silence, voice no louder than necessary to address you from a few feet away. “i can take the couch next time, though.”

“you know i would never make you sleep on the couch, jay,” you correct, a half-smile on your lips as he chuckles.

“is that you agreeing to more sleepovers?”

you take a second to ponder on the offer, knowing very well that whatever you currently felt for your best friend would only grow with each night you spend with him. in the middle of your thought, you are forced back to the night prior when jay had confided in you about how he viewed your relationship with one another.

“my relationship with you is one of the ones i value the most. i’ve grown to really appreciate what you do; i want to keep you in my life for as long as you want to be in it.”

you smile softly at the memory, and with an - albeit hesitant - nod, you smile at him. “i think i am.”

if you had known previously how torturous it would be to be next to jay every night, you don’t think you would have agreed to spend every second of your depleting days with him.

he was in no way treating you poorly - it was actually the exact opposite - and that is precisely what made the whole ordeal torturous. showing up only for there to be an extra plate of food for you, even if you didn’t announce your arrival to him (he just knew). whenever he started keeping skin care products in his bathroom, going out of his way to buy new ones specifically for when you stayed over instead of having you bring yours every time. when he cleared out an entire section of his closet and dresser for you to fit your clothes into so you wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his - even if you loved wearing them and he loved seeing you in them.

it’s only been a month and a half since you began staying over a few nights each week, and you could very much feel yourself growing more fond of your friend - the most difficult part was the internalized feeling that it was all one-sided.

you take a deep breath, swallowing the food jay had ordered in for you both before leaning back in your seat. the air wasn’t awkward, but there was a certain tension that lingered, and that was surely to be one-sided as jay continued with his meal, seemingly unbothered.

poking and prodding at the take-out with your utensils, jay speaks up. “are you finished?” he asks, standing and reaching his hand out to take your plate if you chose to give it to him.

“thank you, jay,” you say, handing him the dish as he abandons his own half-eaten plate in favor of washing yours - always a gentleman. in truth, it became harder and harder to be subjected to his kindness, your intoxicated brain taking each gesture as reciprocated feelings; something you know you should not do.

you make your way over to him, fully intending to hug him goodbye when he places the plate in the sink, switching off the faucet, turning around - and with, unfortunately, wet hands - places them on your shoulders to halt your movement.

“why the sudden change of heart? was it the food or me?” his eyes show nothing but pure worry; worry that he had crossed a line he didn’t know was present. although he was right; it technically was because of him, you couldn’t bring yourself to panic him further.

“just not super in the mood to be around anyone, is all. you didn’t do anything, jay,” you reply, and where you had hoped to see the distress dissipate into relief, the concern remained prominent. his sentences are hushed, as if he was scared to even speak them into existence but knew it was something he must do.

“is it something i didn’t do?”

most certainly not, you think. he’s doing everything he should be doing - but he’s doing everything he should be doing for a significant other.

from the way you hesitated to answer, jay concluded it was something he had failed to do. it was obvious that whatever it was, you wished to not speak of it, so he wanted to remedy what he could with what little information he knew.

“is there any way i can fix it?” he asks, voice sincere and pain evident in his tone; the thought makes you gulp.

you’re awfully aware of his close proximity now, hands on your shoulders and keeping you close to him, as if he’s afraid you would vanish; much like how he held you the night before you started staying over and all the times that followed.

“i think i…” you begin, tongue trying to string along any line of words to ease his anxiousness - only a simple sentence comes to mind.

“i think i’m starting to blur the lines with you, and i don’t think that’s something you’d want. . . with me,” you finally breathe out, expecting some kind of weight to be lifted because of your half-confession, but instead you’re met with intense eyes staring back at you and your heart beating against your chest.

he remains gentle, never letting his fingers dig into your clothing or his voice go over a volume necessary - the exact gentleness he’s always granted you with. you’re almost shocked when his lips begin to curl, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his nose scrunching as he smiles.

“can you be more specific for me?” he asks, now one dry hand - which one-hundred-percent soaked water into your shirt - sliding up to rest against the side of your neck, thumb tracing along your skin while the other remains in its place. “what ‘line’ are you referencing?”

his tone shifted from caring to teasing in a matter of seconds once he picked up on the implications of your words, something that caused your heart to race and pulse quicken; jay could feel such under his palm.

“like the. . . the line with us. the line between friends and. . .” you take a second to finally break your gaze away from him, now offering you a close-mouthed smile as he watches you pick at your brain. “something more.”

“more?” he questions, but from the look in his eyes, you knew he understood what you meant. “i see,” he says, causing your gaze to catch his once more. “you’re upset with what i did do, because i’m treating you like the princess you deserve to be treated as,” his hand raises from your shoulder to cup your cheek, the other staying planted directly above your pulse point, feeling as it rises and falls. “but you’re also upset with what i didn’t do, because i never made anything official with you - said where i stood with. . . us,” with raised brows, he questions you further, hitting the mark directly. “is that right?”

hesitantly, you nod, his hand moving along with your head at the motion. his smile only widens, causing an ache in your chest for a reason you can’t quite name. was he laughing at you or did he feel the same way?

as if sensing your worry, he fills the silence again. “i don’t know if you just hadn’t realized or never took the time to think you’re more than special to me,” he begins, his eyes tracing over each and every feature on your face, as if he’d like to keep the memory of you looking at him forever. “but i don’t treat even my best-est of friends the way i treat you.

“the place you are in my heart- hell, even in my thoughts, isn’t where the rest of my friends are. you’ve taken over your own little spot, and i let you,” he concludes, and while it all sounded sweet, your brain desperately needed something more direct.

“can i kiss you, y/n?” his words shatter your thoughts, pulling you back to reality; pulling you back into your current position of being held in his hands. “i promise i wanted to confess in a way much more personal but- i don’t think i could have gone much longer without telling you. not when you’re here with me, like this.”

nodding, your eyes meet his - finding hesitance within jay's. “can you say it, please?”

the sudden questions causes your skin to heat, and he can feel the warmth travel up your neck and face; something he found comforting.

“jay, please kiss me,” you whisper, and it only takes a single moment longer till you feel his lips on yours. he was gentle, instead of pulling you to him with the hands he had on your form, he stepped forward to lean into you. his lips were slightly chapped, the partially rough texture of his lips a harsh contrast to the soft hold he had.

his lips move along yours, thumbs dancing along your cheek and neck as if to ground you - and grounding is something you very much needed in this exact moment. when you lean into him more, you can feel as he holds back a smile, pulling away for only a moment to fully express his happiness that he couldn’t hold back before quickly pecking your lips again.

“i can’t believe how dense you are,” he chuckles, watching as your brows furrow and an incredibly small pout forms on your face. “did you really think i felt nothing for you? after the months we’ve been sharing a bed and after the years i’ve known you?”

the question was rhetorical, you knew that. but still, you pushed up any courage you could muster to provide him an answer. “never thought you’d fall for me, to be fair.”

“y/n,” he says, a sudden sternness to his voice that has you frozen in place, yet still soft to let you know he wasn’t going to scold you. “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you.”

his eyes are full of sincerity and love. he views you as someone he loves.

with a sudden rush of adrenaline, your fists grab at the neckline of his shirt, haphazardly pulling him forward to capture his lips again. he doesn’t protest, he allows you to kiss him with need - he returns the gesture with the same amount of want.

his hands drop to your sides, grabbing at your sweater - the wrinkles that formed from your daily activities still present, and jay's grip on the fabric does little to dismiss them. he shifts from handling the sweater to latching on harder to your form desperately as your lips continue to move against one another.

“y/n-” he groans, your name coming out muffled as he couldn’t bring himself to pull away long enough to get a proper sentence out.

you whine, wordlessly telling him to continue. reluctantly, he parts just an inch so he can see you properly; see your lips swollen and how your pupils are blown out. “i promise i wanted to take it slow with you, i don’t want to rush this-”

“don’t you think we’ve been taking it slow already?” you interrupt, watching his brows raise the smallest bit at your interjection. he can’t find it in himself to disagree, bringing back your point about how the lines are definitely blurred, and have been for a while now.

“well. . .” he trails off, gaze loving as he watches you dangle off of every word he speaks, waiting for what’s next. “maybe we don’t have to take it that slow anymore.” his hands remain where they were planted against your clothes, massaging the fabric and skin beneath his fingers.

with ease, he turns you around, your lower back resting against the edge of the countertop as he tilts your head back - trailing kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, then to the exposed expanse of your neck.

it only takes a few lingering pecks until your palms are pressed against his chest, allowing yourself to be at his will while he continues to kiss and bite, never enough to leave a mark.

“are you okay with this?” he asks, his warm breath fanning over your damp skin. you nod, earning a small exhale from jay. “from now on i want verbal answers, okay?”

you caught yourself before you could nod, muttering a small ‘yes’ in reply.

“yes to which? yes you’ll give verbal answers or yes you’re okay with this?”

“both.”

the simple response earns you a smile, a tender kiss to your lips, and his hands grabbing at your waist once more. “as much as i don’t want to waste a second, i think we’d be much more comfortable not in the kitchen.”

and so, you push him forward, freeing yourself from being trapped between him and the counter before you both make your way back into his room. almost instantly, he pulls you towards his bed, sitting you down so you could look up at him - his hand connects with your cheek once more, admiring you.

he leans down to peck your lips a single time before diving in again, kissing you feverishly and holding the back of your head in his palm to angle your lips towards himself. jay's right knee slots itself between your thighs and presses into the mattress, leaning forward, and holding himself up with his vacant hand.

you gasp slightly into his mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t fall completely backwards, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue alongside yours, an appreciative hum escaping him as you tilt your head. his hold remains gentle, only moving to lower you completely to his bed before his hands travel to your sides.

“can i take this off, baby?” jay asks, voice soft and pet name falling from his lips as if it was the most natural thing he could address you with, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

“yeah, but. . .” you start, quickly losing confidence when you feel his fingertips dance along the skin of your midsection - hands hidden under the material of your sweater he has yet to lift.

“would you want me to take mine off first?” he asks, eyebrows raised and glasses slowly falling down the slope of his nose from the downward angle he was positioned in.

“yes, please,” without hesitance, he smiles, pecking your nose before obliging. he lifts the garment easily, tossing it onto his desk chair and straightening his posture in front of you. from this angle, he looked ethereal; kneeling between your legs with exposed skin close enough for you to run your hands over.

he reaches for his pants next, sliding down the black sweats with ease before tossing them with his shirt. “is this okay?” he asks again, hands returning to their place just underneath the hem of your sweater.

“yes,” you say softly, a gasp soon following as the garment is lifted slowly, feeling jay's knuckles running against your skin as he discards the clothing, letting it join his own on the floor.

“so beautiful,” he notes, almost as if he was speaking to himself before dipping lower, the muscles under his skin dancing with his movements as he plants his hands on either side of your head, lips connecting to the underside of your jaw. instinctively, your hands grab onto the skin of his torso, massaging it under your fingers and feeling each muscle contract as he maneuvers his way lower to kiss at your collarbones.

leveling himself, he trails his hands down to slide underneath your back, making quick work of unclasping your bra and sliding the straps down your shoulders - his hands were delicate and soft with their movements. he lifts his form for only a moment to gaze down at you - looking absolutely stunning laid out on his bed before him.

“you’re even more perfect than i could have dreamed of,” he breathes out, almost as if he was in disbelief you were real; your body warms at the compliment. “just- just look at you. . .”

you watch as his hands move across your skin, fingers rubbing and gripping your waist and hips; it was only then you noticed the tent in his boxers. “jay-” you whine, the sight enough to make you want to pounce on him.

“yeah, baby?” he asks. the vulgar request stayed lodged in your throat, wanting so desperately to be released but you didn’t have the courage to do so. jay seemed to have caught onto this quickly, and you almost felt embarrassed with how easily he read you. “is the princess getting needy?”

yes, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. jay chuckled, watching as your back arches at the question, his hands holding onto your hips to keep you against the bed. “it’s okay, i’ll give you everything you want,” he says, voice low as his lips curl into a smile. “but first, we still have to get you ready, okay? can i take these off, too?”

quickly giving him permission, he grins as he takes off your pants, not failing to see the wet patch that formed on the bridge of your panties. “oh? i’ve barely done anything and you’re already dripping for me, huh?

“you’re so cute, princess,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, vacant hand grabbing the inside of your thigh to pull your legs further apart. “getting all worked up over some words and little touches.”

two of his long fingers press onto your core, rubbing up and down slowly and nipping at your neck; this time, with the intention to leave a mark on you. you let out a gasp as his fingers catch your clit for just a moment, and you feel as he pulls away from your neck to look at your face - eyes closed and mouth slightly open; you looked beautiful to him.

his opposite hand grabs your jaw softly, prompting you to open your eyes to meet him, fingers now having left your core in favor of rubbing his thumb soothingly along your hip. “are you sure you want this?” he asks, and the thought made your heart swell.

“yes, please. wanted it for so long, jay,” you say, brows furrowing as he beams.

“is that right?” he replies rhetorically, a pleased expression on his face as he looks back down, the hold on your jaw never faltering. “want me to take these off?”

“please-” you beg; music to jay's ears. “don’t wanna wait anymore-”

“i know, baby,” he says, making quick work - well, as quick as he could with a singular hand - to remove your last piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare for him. his fingers reconnect with your naked core, eliciting a small moan from you. “but i still need to prep you a bit, okay? don’t wanna hurt you.”

you nod in understanding as he lets go of your chin, running two fingers between your folds to coat his digits in your slick. he starts slowly, thumb circling your clit to get you more relaxed to take him, before slowly pushing his coated fingers inside.

his eyes are trained on your face, grabbing your hand within his own to help ground you and subside any pain or discomfort you may feel at the initial push. you wince slightly, brows furrowing as jay shushes you softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“shh, baby, it’s okay. you’re doing so, so well for me,” he whispers - you can feel as he slowly starts scissoring the two digits inside your core, the sensation pleasurable. “gonna add a third, okay?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter out, and in any other scenario rather than this one, you think you’d smack yourself out of embarrassment; with jay, you were comfortable.

slowly, he pulls his fingers from you, slotting a third one alongside the previous and delving them back in gently. his pace is slow, easing you up to the intrusion and making sure you stay comforted knowing he was there.

“there we go,” he rasps. “are you ready, baby?” jay says with care laced in his tone, fingers never slowing the pace he had set previously as he rubs against your walls.

“mhm,” you hum, eyes closed while he pulls away fully for only a moment to discard himself of his boxers, quickly grabbing a condom from his bedside table drawer. tearing it open carefully, he slides it onto his cock, now finally free from its confinements.

you don’t have half the brain to gawk at him - something that may be playing in your favor at the moment while he returns to his spot over you. with one hand by your head and the other holding his cock, he teases your core with his tip, gathering what he can of your essence.

the initial prod at your entrance wasn’t painful - you hadn't exactly been able to look and see how big he was and if you would be able to handle it - but you could tell he was being hesitant, as if he knew he had the potential to hurt you. your eyebrows knit together, the sudden warmth pushing inside you enough to render you speechless while your hands find purchase on his shoulders.

“does it hurt, baby?” he asks softly, halting his movements until you reply - watching as your naked chest rises and falls with the rhythm of your breathing.

“n-no, jay, feel-s so good,” you manage to get out, your closed eyes guarding you from seeing the smirk that grew on jay's lips. “please, wan’ more, please.”

“oh,” he replies, his tone slightly condescending as his hand raises to cup your cheek, the action causing you to open your eyes and finally see the shit-eating grin he’s been sporting for who knows how long. “anything for you, angel.”

he gives you more, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until you feel completely full, his hips pressed to the back of your thighs while his hands drag down your body, stopping at your waist. “let me know when i can move.”

the stretch had a small sting rise within your abdomen - as the pain slowly subsided, you don’t fail to notice how jay's breathing hitches when you tighten around him suddenly. still, he keeps his composure, being careful to not move a muscle so you could get used to the intrusion.

you squirm slightly, back rising from the bed and chest meeting his - the movement making the man above you groan. “please move, baby,” you plead, voice coming out much more pathetic and desperate than you would have liked it to be.

with a hint of hesitance, he pulls his hips back and pushes forward once more, a heavy sigh leaving his beautiful lips as he soaks in the feeling of you around him. “fuck. . .” he gasps, mouth hanging open as he leans down, attacking your neck with kisses and bites, sucking at the skin. “look so pretty with my cock stuffed in you.”

he sets a steady pace, slow enough to be comfortable for you but quick enough to have you seeing stars, as well as let you know just how desperate he was - how much he wanted you. you could feel him everywhere; the tip of his cock pressing deep inside you, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix with each thrust. his hands desperately grabbing at your torso while his lips nipped at the sensitive spots on your neck - he was everywhere, clouding every single one of your senses.

you could hear his heavy breathing in your ear, chest heaving against yours as his breath fans the junction of your neck and shoulder, leaving sloppy kisses behind while his thrusts pick up. you barely register how one of his hands travels to where you’re connected because of the cotton your brain had turned into at jay's advancements - his thumb circling your clit with ease due to your slick.

a broken cry sounds within his room, begs of 'please' and 'more' falling from your lips as he increases the pressure of his digit. “you’re just fallin’ apart, aren’t you,” he mumbles into your skin, raising his head just enough to lock eyes with you, pupils blown wide and sporting a grin. “such a pretty thing, takin’ all of me so, so well.”

your hand flies to his hair, grabbing at the nape of his neck to guide his lips to yours, feeling the vibrations of his groans against your lips. he feels you tighten around him, brushing his tongue against your lips and granting him access - he seems to care less about being neat.

pulling away to catch his breath, he sees the mixed saliva coating your lips, most likely his as well. he smiles down at you, thumb picking up speed along with his hips as you mewl. “you close, angel? gonna cum for me?” you nod quickly, breath feeling like it was being knocked out of you with each pointed thrust he delivered, the pressure on your insides causing a tight coil to form in your abdomen. “c’mon baby, wanna hear you, remember?”

“g-gonna cum, jay- please, ‘m so so cl-lose,” you gasp, closing your eyes as you teeter on the edge of your impending orgasm. you hear him chuckle, the sound of skin slapping accompanying his honey voice at it fills the air around you both.

“let go, angel, i got you. cum for me.”

it was so simple, and you never took yourself as someone who could finish just by hearing someone tell you to. but as you gasp jay’s name, drag your nails across the soft skin of his back and arch your own - you found yourself capable of something you didn’t even think possible.

maybe it was the sting of the sudden marks that lined the expanse of his back or the way you sounded so desperate to cum that pushed him over the edge, or perhaps even the way all of his senses were flooded by you: hearing your calls for him, feeling you clench around his cock, watching your face contort as you finish, tasting you on his tongue and the smell of sex that now fills the room. you were everywhere - and he’d have it no other way.

“ ‘m almost there, jus’ a little longer,” jay breathes, pulling his hands to grab at your hips, chasing his high - and with a breathy moan of your name - he spills his seed into the condom, shallowly thrusting through his orgasm.

he manages to keep himself steady, muscles aching as he holds himself up to prevent falling on top of you. catching your breath gradually, you wince when he pulls out.

“sorry,” he whispers out an apology, and if you had the energy in you, you’d tell him he has absolutely nothing to apologize for. closing your eyes, you hear his footsteps getting farther and farther away until they appear again, and this time, he kneels next to the bed where your head is.

“hey, y/n,” he whispers, not wishing to startle you with his sudden presence - you could practically hear the soft grin on his face. “let’s get you cleaned up, okay? then we can rest.”

you gather whatever energy you had left to give him a small nod, easing yourself up onto your elbows - with jay's support - and pulling yourself off the bed, trudging your way to his bathroom. “go to the bathroom, i’ll get you some fresh clothes and water,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he makes his way back to his room.

you do as he asked of you, deciding to splash your face with water once you were finished. as if he never left, jay was back at your side, fresh clothes in his hands along with a glass of water. “put these on, then don’t leave this room until you finish this glass, okay?” he asks, stern voice laced with care. “can you walk alright?”

you reassure him you can walk completely fine even though you were leaning against the bathroom counter for support; a smile spreads across his lips. “meet me in my room once you’re done, okay?” with those final words, he pecks your lips, allowing you some privacy to change - as if he didn’t just see you nude. always a gentleman.

you don’t take long, halting for a moment to smile and admire how he brought you his shirt and sweats instead of your own, despite them being in the same dresser. slipping them on and quickly gulping down the water, you shut off the light and - slowly - make your way back to his room.

he greets you with a smile, scanning your outfit before welcoming you into his arms, pulling you into the bed with him. “how are you feeling?” he asks, fingers stroking along the fabric of his shirt as it lays against your back.

“good. sleepy,” you reply, eyes already drooping from the exhaustion you feel.

“let’s rest, then,” with a kiss to your cheek and another to your lips, he brings the covers over you both, tucking you away within his chest and legs tangling with yours to ensure you stay locked within his embrace throughout the night - he doesn’t believe he’ll get cold with you beside him and the warm feeling fluttering in his chest.

a delightful aroma fills the dorm, waking your senses up one-by-one, the final being your sight as your eyes pry open. rubbing at them with the tips of your fingers, you slowly adjust to the light that beamed through the bedroom window, illuminating the rest of the space with its warm glow.

easing your way out of the bed, you notice the vacant spot next to you. concluding jay was then the cause of the aroma, you rise from your place. stretching your arms above you and letting out a pleased sigh, you make your way through the cracked bedroom door.

the scent only becomes more prominent as you navigate your way through the dorm, hearing sizzling and soft humming from the kitchen. you stand at the entrance, following jay's every movement as he makes his way around the space, preparing a meal - usually, you’d feel selfish assuming the food was also for yourself, but you’ve come to learn that jay always cooks with you in mind.

he seems to not know of your presence - you never making any effort to show yourself in favor of watching him work diligently. and while you would have thought you were able to fool him - not making a single sound to hide your company - jay knew all too well that your eyes were on him; choosing to feign obliviousness for your own entertainment.

turning, he acts surprised, lifting himself on his toes to fake as if he was shocked by your appearance in the kitchen. “good morning, y/n,” he says, mustering up his voice the best he could to make himself seem startled. “i didn’t know you were there.”

he was never very good at lying.

“yeah, and i couldn’t smell this from the bedroom,” you say sarcastically, smiling as you approach him. he has no hesitance in pressing a kiss to your forehead, your smile mirrored on his own features once he pulls away.

“it’ll all be ready in a few minutes,” he says, returning his attention to the cooking food before nodding his head in the direction of some filled mugs. “i didn’t know what you’d want - there’s coffee, tea, and water for you to choose from. . .”

“you made every option?” you question, half in disbelief.

“well, yeah- i didn’t wanna wake you,” he says sweetly. although it wouldn’t have bothered you much to be woken up by him, it was proven difficult to be mad at him when his heart was in a good place.

you don’t reply, only pursing your lips before selecting which drink you’d prefer, taking the mug into your hands and taking a sip, basking in its taste with a content sigh.

jay smiles to himself, pleased with your reaction to such a simple drink. grabbing plates from the cupboard above himself, he carefully prepares both of your breakfasts - handing you yours with utensils, you both hastily make your way to the dining room, ready to enjoy your meal together.

“thank you, jay,” you say, pleased with the small assortment of food he was able to prepare.

“of course,” the smile never leaves his lips, not even when he’s taking a sip of his own drink or chewing his food - and most definitely not when he watches you eat what he had made.

your eyes widened, not necessarily because you thought jay wasn't able to cook, but more so by the fact that he always wanted to get take-out when you came over. “you can cook this well yet we always order something?” you question once you finish, already starting to scoop another bite.

he chuckles at your flattery. “sometimes it just seems more beneficial to pay for an already-made meal rather that buy the ingredients and cook myself,” he replies. he was right - a majority of his income went into other necessities (he also just wanted to make sure you always had a good meal, not one he could easily fuck up). "plus, this is really the only dish i can make. it would get boring to eat it over and over again if i cooked every time."

you have a troubled time imagining you'd get bored of the sight of jay in the kitchen, but nevertheless, you understood his point completely.

silence consumes you both - a shared tendency of going quiet when there is food in front of you. peaceful was a fitting word, no pressure to continue past conversation or start up a new one; a comfortable silence is what you found yourselves in.

continuing your meal with little haste, your eyes glance towards jay's hands, utensils teetering in his grasp as they shake slightly.

“are you cold?” you inquire, prepared to stand and grab anything that could warm his limbs; he ushers you to sit.

“i’m not cold, don’t worry,” he says, the smile he offered not very convincing as you sink back into your chair, knowing better than to prod at him. he’d open up when he wished to.

a part of you was glad that jay hadn’t made any comments about the night prior, unsure if your head - or heart - could take such confrontation so early in the morning.

on the other side, you wish to know his thoughts - if he thought of you any differently, and how so. did this mean he reciprocated feelings? and possibly the most important question to you above all else - did he regret it?

“it’s still early in the morning, you normally don’t look so concentrated this early,” he comments teasingly, the corners of his lips turning upwards while your heart thumps an increasing beat in your ears.

“i could say the same about you,” you defend half-heartedly, knowing you’d succumb to defeat.

“let’s do a trade then; you tell me what on your mind, i’ll tell you what’s on mine,” the prospect of it all was so simple, yet it caused your breath to hitch at the mere thought of bringing up your relationship with him while he could easily be pondering over his upcoming assignments or shifts he has to cover.

with a sigh, you lean back in your chair, seemingly done with your plate as your eyes land on jay from across the table. “you first.”

he chuckles at your childish antics, mirroring your position and folding his arms over himself. with confidence, he begins. “i think my relationship with you has become the strongest its ever been. that’s not something i’d trade for the world, but i do have a. . . request, i think.”

you raise your brows. “you think?”

“depends on if you’re willing.”

“you’re so insufferable when you’re vague,” you bite back. thankfully, jay picked up that your words were playful, never meant to actually hurt him.

“sorry,” he says half-heartedly, secretly enjoying the annoyed expression on your face while you gave him the softest gaze. “i think what i’m asking is if you’d like to officially go out with me, see if we’re compatible as more than just friends.”

you smile knowingly, deciding to tease him a bit further in hopes to get on an even playing field, repeating a phrase you said only moments before. “you think?” tilting your head to the side as the man across from you smiles, shaking his head and breaking eye contact for only a moment to compose himself.

“i know i’m asking if you’d like to go out with me,” he finally says, a sudden weight lifted from his shoulders now that the words are out in the open, but the dense feeling soon returning at your impending response.

he knows last night couldn’t be any kind of measure for how you felt towards him (it seems he forgot you practically confessed to him yourself because of his nerves), and he’s been trying his best to keep himself from coming to a conclusion based on his own feelings and wishes. the imminent doom he felt grew to be too much, the tension in his chest when he was laying by your side only expanding as the day proceeded.

you exaggerate your expressions: looking off to the side and tapping your chin with your index finger, even though your mind was already made up - it’s been made up for quite some time now.

jay could see right through your little act, a laugh coming out in a small huff of air from his nose and his smile widened. “you really have to think that hard about it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, a teasing tone laced within his voice.

“this is a big decision, jay!” you say. “what if we aren’t as compatible as we think and ruin everything?” you couldn’t even take yourself seriously, knowing you were throwing out statements that were untrue - but, whatever show you have going, must go on.

“i think we’re compatible as we are right now,” jay begins, his previously playful tone shifting to one of more seriousness but still managing to keep the lighthearted atmosphere present. “but, if you still want time, i can wait for you. i can show and give you everything.”

your heart aches - and as if suddenly you felt you had led him on for far too long with your reply - you smile, soft and welcoming. “i don’t think you need to wait, jay.”

“you don’t think? y’know, you can be pretty insufferable when you’re vague, too,” he laughs as warmth begins to creep up his neck, settling high on his cheekbones. his gaze remained gentle, never leaving your own even if his nerves were begging him to. “and to think i was gonna cook something myself for our first date. . .”

you gasp dramatically, now both in mutual understanding of where each other stood, you found yourself teasing him (to try and calm your own heart or because you wanted to see him flushed, you weren’t quite sure). “i want to go out with you, jay.”

“good,” he breathes out, smile ever-lasting as he takes a deep breath in, relieved to finally hear confirmation. “i want to be with you, always.”

#⠀⠀⠀⠀★ (SZUYIIN) ⠀⠀⠀⠀#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #jay smut #jay hard hours #jongseong smut #jongseong hard hours #★ (201130)

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fae-morrigan · 11 days

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people… like jonjay? i didnt know that. curiously, what is the appeal besides yknow, gay superman?

This is worded hilariously, so I will deign myself to answer it.

In short: It has nothing to do with Jon (the aforementioned Gay Superman) and everything to do with Jay. Most jayjon shippers are Jay stans first and Jon is there too, I guess.

You probably have heard a lot of things about Mr. Jay Nakamura. Basically none of them are true, other than his hair being obnoxiously pink.

No, he's not some evil mastermind who manipulated Jon into a relationship with him. No, he's not a cruel and mean evil man who mistreats Jon. No, he's not a boring character with no personality. Frankly I don't even know how you get that last one, he's got an insane amount of presence on page.

What is Jay Nakamura then?

He's an investigative political journalist who was pushed into becoming that when a western-backed American dictatorship took over his country and subjected him to medical torture (giving him his powers). He's a refugee from a country that has been in turmoil since its creation by Jim Lee all the way back in the 90's Wildstorm universe. He, despite all of this, is overwhelmingly chill when Jon straight up cannot be, up to and including being the voice of reason and formulating complicated plans on the fly. He's a sensitive, caring man who deeply concerns himself with the well-being of others, but never himself, up to and including putting himself in danger. He's the real protagonist of Son of Kal El, and he dresses and has the color scheme of a poison dart frog. He looks like if Oscar the Grouch went to a drag show and came back with ideas. He's like if a 100 gecs song was a guy. And he's Superman's beloved. That's interesting by itself before you even get to Jon's side of things!

They meet under the following circumstances for Jon:

He's more or less just returned from the Volcano & his stint with the Legion. So, fresh off the heels of life-altering Trauma.

Clark, genius, decides this is a GREAT time to leave to liberate Warworld, leaving Jon (unstable) to be Superman alone.

He's not had a proper possession or attachment in years. Everything was fleeting and painful in the Volcano. He's now older than his best friend, his parents expect him to act like he did when he was 12, and the whole world knows who he is so he can't even walk to the coffee shop and buy himself a fun drink to calm his nerves.

Imagine you're Jon and killing yourself isn't an option: What do you do?

Well, you talk to your only friend in the whole wide world, Damian, and Damian (autistic) recommends you solve your turmoil by watching his favorite political twitch streamer, a guy named The Truth. So you do, you wake up at seven in the canonical morning to do so, and you find out about a boat of refugees that need saving, and you go and you save them because you may not be coping well but you ARE still superman!

And that leads... directly into Jon meeting Jay (who is in fact The Truth) on the rooftop at the end of issue 2 of Son of Kal El. In their first real meeting, Jay becomes the first person since the age up to fully emphasize with Jon's situation and to offer him a tangible solution and partnership.

So obviously Jon becomes obsessed. Immediately.

I'm not joking: I think people assume that Jay was the instigator for their romance, but no, actually, Jay was just kind of a helpful dude who gave tips on where to be and how to help, and Jon was straight up blowing off Clark to go meet him and get arrested for his cause.

^ JON, A WOMAN JUST EXPLODED PART OF METROPOLIS. FINISH YOUR DAMN SENTENCE.

Even their big romantic scene in issue 5 is characterized by Jay offering him basic care, taking Jon in when Jon's on the brink of collapse:

And then Jon kisses him. And it is Jon who kissed first, by the way. Its much clearer in the initial sketches from the first volume trade. First kiss Jay canonically initiates is in issue 15!

And this caring, this protectiveness, this understanding, characterizes their romance from then on: Its fast, its heated, its intense, but its never blind.

They help each other- Jon helps Jay free his country, and Jay helps Jon rest. It is the kind of romance that begins with infatuation and continues with devotion.

That's the real appeal of jonjay, anon: These are two weird ass people who found each other when they needed each other most. Two people on the verge of Giving Up who then carry each other out of the darkness.

So why the hell am I the only one who give a shit?

I think the hang up on people liking Jayjon comes from two places:

Firstly, people don't like the age up. Which, fair, I mean, it was a wack ass decision on Bendis's part, but its been what, six years? Get over yourself, like, actually. They're not reversing it. Either acclimate or leave people who like it alone. I'm saying this as a longtime Legion of Super Heroes fan, if you can't find the good and interesting in otherwise stupid decisions, comics are NOT the medium for you lmfao.

Secondly, people go into Son of Kal El expecting a queer romance, and then are annoyed when Jay and Jon get together fast and the book is more plot-motivated. But that's uh, that's the thing, SOKE is not a queer romance, the gay stuff is just the cherry on top, the seasoning- Son of Kal El is a book about fighting colonialism. Why do you think so many marginalized comic fans like it? The entire plot of the book is about overthrowing an American-sponsored dictator in order to liberate an Asian country. Jay & Jon's romance is not only flavoring for this plot, but an expression of its core idea- If you have the power to be an ally, that's what you have to be. Jon's arc in that book is basically entirely learning how to be a good ally to an oppressed group. Just so happens part of how he learns that is by kissing a man!

#jayjon #jonjay #jay nakamura #jonathan samuel kent #jon kent #SOKE #Son of Kal El #This post is such a TLDR by the way this doesn't even get into the half of it

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002yb · 8 months

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Jaydick anouncing their relationship and getting all the congrats, but then everyone is giving Dick the shovel talk and i mean everyone. Bruce, the whole batkids, Kori, Roy, even Superman is here somehow? And Dick is all im your son/brother/friend too? But he gets it, he would give the scariest shovel talk to anyone who dated his littlewing.

Alfred is the only one who treats him the same because even if Jay is his favorite, he is nothing if not a fair man and both of them are his grandsons.

(When Jason finds out hes equal amounts of amused, endeared and embarrassed)

Dick takes everyone's shovel talk in stride, all sorts of endeared because so many people are finally exposing themselves for adoring Jason the way he deserves to be adored. Like, zero insecurity - Dick is just the smuggest, most pleased bastard because yeah, his boyfriend is most beloved and still chose Dick. (˘ ˘ ˘)

And Jason is definitely embarrassed by it all. Pleased as Jason also is at the positive attention, he bitches up a storm because he's no babygirl; no one needs to protect him. ( ˶•̀ _•́ ˶) Which, true on the being able to defend himself part. The not being babygirl though? Hahhah.

Pffft, Dick purposefully going to Alfred to get a shovel talk from him, too. Just actively waiting. And Alfred playing along with asking how things are, but then throwing Dick for a loop by expressing how it's good - they both seem very happy and Dick is both cheated and very soft because, 'you really think so?' Dick isn't immune to grandpa validation - especially since Alfred and Jason are so close. And Dick smiles the most brilliant and devastating of smiles and Alfred is so proud of his boy and so happy for him and oh gosh my heart.

Anyway, the shovel talks don't stop at friends and family confrontations. It all reaches a head with Jason standing in the doorway to their bathroom, disgruntled as he leans against the doorframe watching as Dick gives himself a shovel talk in the mirror. And Jason is over it at this point because okay, too much. Can they go? They've got reservations and Jason is hungry (for date night dinner or dick, reader's choice).

#dickjay #jaydick #dorks in love #happy birthday again~

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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For TTT, gentle giant Jason and reader’s first time together in which he’s trying to be extra gentle because he’s so strong and *everything* on him is so large

"We don't have to do this," you murmur, stroking his cheek. "I don't mind-"

"I know," he said softly, turning his head to kiss your palm. And he did know. He knew you were okay with being patient. Waiting to have sex until he felt like it wasn't just to check something off the list. But because he loved you. He loved you so much he wanted to share that with you.

Jason leaned down and kissed you tenderly, "I want to- if you want to. I-I love you and I just want-" he trails off, cheeks turning red. He felt stupid. Awkward and fumbling. Before he died, he lost his virginity to a girl in his class. Sure, she was sweet. Really pretty. But- he'd be lying if he said he didn't want this more.

"You love me?" you ask, smiling up at him.

"Yeah," he murmured. Suddenly having a world of sympathy for Darcy fumbling to confess his love to Elizabeth. And thankful for your heart. The way you understood him without judgment.

"I love you too," you murmur, kissing his nose.

Jason doesn't need anymore confirmation, laying you back on your bed tenderly as he stripped off your shirt. Slow and gentle, he told himself. He didn't want to hurt you. To squeeze too hard or push too fast or do anything that made you feel less than safe.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he rumbled, stroking his hands down your body slowly, slipping your panties down. Leaving you fully nude for him to admire.

"Not as beautiful as you," you tell him, watching him slide his boxers down.

Jason felt his face heat and bent to bury his face in your chest. Taking a moment to rest in familiar territory. And all he can think is the sonnest, sitting in the back of his mind.

For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident: For thou art so possessed with murderous hate, That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire. O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind: Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove: Make thee another self for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

He murmured against your skin. Kissing, nibbling, prodding your ticklish places when it was space to take a breath. Relishing this. How you felt. The joy of having you in his arms, warm and pliant.

"An interesting choice," you murmur, kissing him.

"Feels like I've been stuck," he said softly. "Feels like I've been avoiding things because I was afraid to admit that it bothered me- you know. When I missed out the first time."

"Jay-"

"But that doesn't matter with you," he said softly, smiling. "When I'm with you it doesn't matter that I'm too big and moms pull their kids away from me. Because- because I like being bigger than you. I like knowing I can protect you and-"

"Jay," you breathe, not sure what to say.

"I love you," he repeated, savoring the feel of the words in his mouth.

And when you kiss him, urgently, hungrily claiming him for your own, Jason melts. He might have to go slow tonight, but he didn't mind. Not as long as he got to spend that time admirig you.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #gentle giant!jason #ask answered #minors dni #thirst trap thursday

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thesandsofelsweyr · 6 months

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Stumbled upon your AK!Jason whump…

I’m interested on how it goes and your rescued AU

Hi there 👋🏻 TY for following & messaging me! I think most of my followers are here for my smut so it's always a delight to welcome someone who wants to read my beloved AK Jay whump!

Unfortunately, my rescued AU probably won't become an actual fic, but I'm happy to share the rough snippet I wrote back in like 2016.

The cold, stone staircase wound deeper and deeper into the bowels of Arkham Asylum. The descent into the black pit was eerily familiar to a man who spent much of his time in a cave beneath the grounds of his home, yet that feeling gave him no comfort. With each step he took the air grew colder, damper; the earthy odor grew stronger, and Batman grew more and more unnerved by the thought of what may be waiting for him at the bottom of this crypt.

Two months ago, the GCPD had received a package addressed to him containing battered red armor and a VHS cassette. Two months ago he had watched a madman put a bullet through the skull of a 17-year-old boy, a boy he considered his son. His fearless partner Robin—Jason Todd—had refused to stand aside while that same madman pummeled Batman to death. He had risked his life to protect his mentor, and in return, his mentor had let him be captured, tortured and killed. Jason had trusted Batman, and Batman had failed him. His partner, his soldier, his fault.

Today, he had learned that Jason may have survived that bullet. Batman snapped the wrist of the orderly who admitted to helping the Joker sneak out down into this abandoned hospital wing. Half of the staff of Arkham Asylum knew a child was being brutally tortured beneath their feet yet no one had reported it. Money always spoke louder than a conscience in Gotham City.

As he inspected the door for signs of tripwires he heard a faint sound coming from inside that made his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. Someone was weeping.

As much as it pained him to admit Bruce wanted the boy to be dead. To spend over a year with the Joker in this hellish pit—that was a fate worse than death.

He was certain the anonymous tip about the "bird boy" locked beneath the asylum came from Quinn, despite her poor attempt to disguise her voice. They were toying with him again. They'd tied up an Arkham staff member, and he was weeping. But Bruce couldn’t ignore it. Jason’s body was never found, leaving Bruce with a tinge of hope that the boy was still out there, alive.

Over a year.

The flashlight’s beam bounced off the metal finish of what appeared to be a meat hook dangling from the ceiling. The weeping had grown fainter but not silent. Batman found a light switch on the wall to his right. He flipped it on and the lights flickered to life, exposing what once was a storage room

(ℹ️ author's note: it's just a rough draft from here on)

Its original purpose twisted into something far more sadistic.

Red stained floor beside a toppled straight back chair. He was standing in the spot where Jason was murdered. Where he had died alone, abandoned.

How long had Jason waited for him?

The sound was barely audible

He continued down a hallway lined with doors to searching for the source of the weeping.

He discovered the source

Stench was overwhelming.

A broken wheelchair toppled on its side, a single meat hook dangling from a chain, light reflecting off its metal finish, a workbench.

No... no, no, no, not this. How? The tape... He'd watched the tape.

Jason's eyes glistening with tears as he looked the man who failed him in the eye. A single tear running down his cheek as he replied, "Batman."

Lying on his side with his back to the door was a weeping boy with tangled black hair. Robin. Jason.

It was worse than he ever imagined.

His body, which was little more than thin, sallow skin stretched across a skeleton, was

Covered in cuts, burns, and bruises, from the tops of his shoulders to the soles of his feet.

Right ankle was clearly broken, swollen to the size of a grapefruit.

How could he let this happen?

His weeping had turned to sobs.

He kneeled behind the trembling boy and gently scooped him up into his arms.

He sank to his knees behind the trembling boy. Jason squeezed his eyes shut.

Jason...

B-Batman?

I'm here, I have you. You're safe now. I'm gonna take you home…

No… no. You can't trick me again. I learned my lesson last time.

He didn't care if the room was being surveilled. All that mattered was the terrified boy cowering in the corner.

No, please no. I can't... he'll hurt me again, like last time. This... this is my home now. Please, just go. If he finds out I talked to you...

He can't hurt you anymore, Jay. I won't let anyone hurt you again.

“Please don't make me leave. This is where I belong. With him. I'm his sidekick now. His. He'll be back soon. If I disobey him... oh God, please just leave. Just go.”

I'm not Jason. Jason's dead. Remember? You... he said you saw the tape. He sent it with the costume. You left Robin here... h-he needed to be punished so Joker killed him for you.

Threw you away like an unwanted puppy.

When he tried to pull Jason to his feet, he felt the boy's body go limp, like all of the fight drained out of him at once. He could hear his soft whimpers.

"Come on, let's go home."

"Yes sir."

This wasn't trust, it was simply obedience, and it broke Bruce’s heart. The Jason he knew never backed down from a fight, but that was before all of the fight had been beaten out of him.

“Okay Jason. It's okay. We'll stay here until you're ready to leave.”

Jason's eyes grew wide at the sight of the knife. "I-I said I'd leave, sir. P-please don't cut me again, please."

With the softest of movements, he detached his cape and draped it over Jason.

I tried... he gulped. I tried to be a good partner, I swear I did, sir. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I'm sorry I failed.

No, Jason. Look at me, please. I failed you, son. I'm so sorry for what happened to you.

What do you want, son?

I... I want to go home.

#sands writes #my wips #jason todd #robin #batman #bruce wayne #arkham asylum #arkham knight #arkhamverse #dcu #angst #jason todd angst #whump #jason todd whump #jason todd fanfiction

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cryingatwindermerepeaks · 2 months

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omg u do descendants agere stuff???? like the disney thing with carlos my beloved ???? (<-definitely asking for an agere thing with carlos my beloved) - @tinikip

Little Carlos HCs

Yes I do! I haven’t interacted with the fandom in a few years but it used to be a major hyper fixation for me! Sorry if these aren’t the best I honestly haven’t watched the movies in a few years <3

- Carlos probably regresses to around 2-3

- he’s super clingy, especially to Evie (I mean you can’t tell me Evie wouldn’t just be the worlds best cg)

- sweetest little boy in the world, always smiling and blabbering to everyone he sees

- biggest sweet tooth ever. All sugar is kept out of reach.

- he gets supper talkative when he’s little

- he always wants to play wrestle with Jay, who is always super gentle because I mean, can you imagine what Evie would do if one of her babies was hurt?

- his big sister Mal (4 when she’s little) is super protective of him

- he loves physical affection and is always wanting to at least have his hand held

- gets a toy puppy who looks like Dude and brings it with him everywhere

- has more energy than anything in the world and is super hyperactive

Ok that’s all for now, I hope you enjoyed!

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Tale As Old As Time... (Part 1)

Can I just say. I love this fandom. I love writing fics for it. I love writing fics for Rambheem. And now, Dhruya too. But @burningsheepcrown, though she pretends to be an angel is actually a demon sent specifically to distract me from my work? And deny you the fics you actually followed me for?

This isn’t a fic-fic. Or not intended to be. It was NOT supposed to be a story. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. But it turned into a monstrosity I will need to split and share in multiple parts. Look at what I have been reduced to. And does @burningsheepcrown grant me any mercy or compassion? No. She just adds petrol to the raging fire. She’s terrible. Terrible!!!

Anyways, here is a story that started off from her sending me this photo of Jai in Magadheera’s world. So, here is to another Charak Crossover ship, Jai x Kala Bhairava, or Jairava (first proposed by @tuloblurbs) . I hope it is interesting. For all the big rant above, I did enjoy figuring out the puzzle of this story.

Here we go.

Full work Ao3 Link.

(Next Chapter)

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Let me try to tell you a story. A story of love. A story of betrayal. But most of all, a story of coming to learn and accept a love you don’t believe yourself to be worthy of.

We have a Kala Bhairava at the top of his game, the beloved warrior and protector of the kingdom of Udaigarh. We have the princess, Mithravinda Devi, falling for this man. This beautiful, kind, brave and strong soldier who’s sworn to protect her. We have a king who wishes he could give his daughter her happiness, but a battle lies ahead of them, and he will not see his crown jewel, his most precious treasure, reduced to white sarees and unending grief. We have an enemy, the fierce Sher Khan, at the gate of the kingdom. And we have a story that does not end well for either the soldier or the princess.

Let’s change the story.

Let’s say that the enemy backs down when he sees Kala Bhairava’s bravery in battle, and the honesty in his heart. Who is impressed by the humility and respect he shows him. Let us have the mighty warrior king reconsider, say that he is willing to consider an alternative route other than conquest.

Let us have a petty and rejected princeling seething with jealousy as his rival wins the hearts of all whom he meets, and will now likely marry the princess. Let us have him hatching another plot, go knocking at the door of the tyrant king known for his cruelty and carelessness. The king who cares more for power and wealth than human life.

Let us have Jai as King Raavan, harsh and merciless where his namesake was kind and just. Let us have a man present him with an opportunity to disrupt a meeting that could leave two kingdoms exposed for his taking on a silver platter.

And because life is messy, let us have the compromise Sher Khan and King Vikram include a marriage between Khan’s nephew and Princess Mithravinda. Kala Bhairava is heart broken that even after everything he will not be able to be with his love. But he has sworn an oath on his life and he will not throw away his word. No matter how much Mithravinda begs and pleads and hurts him with her delicate fists. He gets her to see reason, and breaks their hearts in the process. It is necessary, even if it hurts so much.

Let us have Kala Bhairava leading the procession as Mithravinda is escorted to Sher Khan’s palace where the wedding will take place. And let us have Bhairava indulging in a rare drink because he is about to watch his love marry another, lose her forever. Let him be woken up by cries that the princess has been kidnapped. Let news come through that her intended has also been declared missing.

The two kingdoms are up in arms, convinced there is subterfuge and an attempt at trickery by the other to not go through with the treaty. There is foul play where the royal heirs are the pawns.

Let them receive a taunt from the tyrant king, and have both the Royals feel cold sweat run down their spine. If the prince and princess are with the tyrant king… King Vikram cries, sure that his daughter is dead, or lost forever. Sher Khan fumes that another was able to steal his heir from under his own nose, and starts to investigate how this could have happened.

Let us have a Bhairava who refuses to accept that the princess is lost forever. Let us have him volunteers to go retrieve her. King Vikram does not want to see this kind soul die, but he knows in this matter Bhairava will defy him if he is denied. He lets him go.

Let us have Bhairava infiltrate the kingdom of the tyrant king…and he is confused. All he has heard is how this is a place of misery, where babies cries go unattended, and there are more orphans than parents. A place where hope is minimal and temporary, and kindness has no place because everyone is fighting just to survive.

The kingdom, in reality, is just like his own. There is fear in people’s eyes when guards pass by them, but people are living. Children play and babies are laughing, and an old woman gives him one of the two bananas she holds in her hands because she heard his stomach growl.

Bhairava doesn’t understand. He goes to the palace. It is looming, and large, and dark. Painted black and brown, with mosaic glasses that fraction the light entering through them. It feels cold and he feels a shiver run down his back, like he is being watched. He manages to smuggle himself into the dungeons, but doesn’t find his princess. He grows worried.

He heads back out, and bumps into someone, feels a warm hand grasp his elbow in a punishing grip. He bites back the gasp of pain, and when he meets the eyes of his captor, gasps at the way the gaze seems to penetrate to his very core. His brain is screaming at him that he is in danger, that he is facing down a python, a viper, that he will die if he lets it bite. He feels his heart race and his breath stutter. But before either can speak, a crash in the distance provides just enough time for Bhairava to slip away.

His dreams that night are haunted by dark brown eyes. Not the soft ones that look like gold in the sunlight as the Princess’s. The eyes are the black of an abyss, the kind that you cannot escape if you fall into.

Let us have Bhairava eventually finding the princess is being held in the royal quarters, in one of the guest rooms. At night, he climbs the palace facade till he gets the right room and he meets her. Mithravinda throws herself at him, and Bhairava holds her tight. His heart still twists at the sight of her, but even in his head she has reverted back to being his Princess. His duty. Is his heart so fickle?

Before they can escape though, guards enter her room and capture them both. Or, they escape and the alarms are raised. Either way, Bhairava is not fast enough to take her out of the city walls where his most trusted men were awaiting them.

Bhairava and Mithravinda are dragged to the throne room. It is a massive, cavernous space filled with intimidating shadows, where the ministers are hidden inside their niches. Where the fire illuminates a clear path down the aisle to a massive throne. A swing hangs in place of a throne where a lone figure sits in a black kurti and snow white dhoti, with simple golden anklets around his feet, and two chains around his neck. A lone ring glints from his left upper ear. He doesn’t wear a crown. But what fool would not recognize him for what he is?

Bhairava’s heart pounds as his eyes meet the black abyss eyes of the tyrant king. The same ones of the stranger who nearly caught him on his first attempt. The same ones that have been haunting his nights since. The guards lead them till they are at the foot of the stairs from the dais, and make them kneel.

Let’s switch perspectives.

Let’s have Jai looks at these outsiders. One, the princess who is either foolishly brave, or bravely foolish. Who was so adamant that her protector would come and would see Jai’s head roll. Who even now, with a sword scant inches from her throat glares at him, refusing to bow her head. He would almost smile at her viciousness if not for her … companion.

Even surrounded by the enemy, caught trying to kidnap a hostage, knowing he will likely not live to see the sunrise, the man does not looked scared at all. If anything, he looks stunned. At being caught? He had hardly been cautious. Jai himself had let him slip that day by the dungeons. He didn’t quite understand why.

But no, the man does not shift his gaze from Jai even once. Not even to quiet the princess who starts to spew her vitriol.

No matter. A side eye is enough to shut her up. He rises, and he sees his guards stiffen as he descends the dais. Kaaka makes a noise behind him, but his advisor knows better than to confront him so publicly. He stops in front of the soldier, grasping his jaw roughly and forcing him to stretch as Jai yanks him up.

“And what is your name?”

The solider remains silent. Jai raises an eyebrow, squeezing his face. The solider winces. “Bhairava. Kala Bhairava.”

Ahh, the rival that snivelling rat had been trying to get rid of. Well that made sense, no one would choose that coward over this specimen here. Jai looked Bhairava in the eye. Bhairava did not flinch or blink or squirm. He let himself be suspended uncomfortable, neck muscles stretched where Jai held his jaw.

But it was not a passive lamb Jai was holding. No, those eyes burned with a fire Jai could feel in his bones, a need to do the honorable thing, and an innocence he wanted to sink his flesh into and tear apart.

“What were you doing in the princess’s room, Kala Bhairava?”

“Returning her home.”

“Oh?” Jai asked, amused. “You thought you could escape my pa-pa-palace so easily?”

The soldier stayed silent.

He glanced at the princess who had drawn herself up as much as she could in her knees, eyes burning with hatred as she saw how he held the soldier. Interesting.

“Would you die for her, Kala Bhairava?” Jai mused.

“Yes.” came the immediate reply.

Jai smiled, a terrifying smile that had too many teeth. He whipped out his axe from its hiding place within the folds of his clothes, bringing the blade to rest against Bhairava’s throat.

“No!” the princess screamed, a screeching thing that made Jai’s lips curl in disgust.

“Silence! Or I will have you ga-ga-gagged.”

He turned back to the soldier, pressing the blade just a millimeter into the soft skin. Bhairava hissed, but didn’t avert his gaze or close his eyes. Interesting indeed.

The serpent that coiled around Jai’s heart slithered in his chest, a curious spark being lit. Jai wanted to see this man break. See him cry and plead and beg. Beg for Jai. Beg for mercy. Beg for … more. Jai wanted him. It almost surprised him. He couldn’t recall the last person that had captivated him so.

He ran a finger down the other man’s cheekbone, pupils dilating when Bhairava shivered under his touch. He wanted to bite at that plump lip, bruise it. Mark his claim into that lovely neck, cover him in his declaration.

He stepped back, turning his back on the prisoners as he climbed back to sit on his swing.

“Rise, Kala Bhairava.”

The soldier did not stumble or hesitate, rising with the fluidity of a dancer.

Jai wanted to see him in silk clothes. See him decked in golden jewelery that set his dark skin aglow. Weave gemstones and pearls into his hair, clasp anklets with bells that chimed whenever he walked. He wanted to see him bow his head to him, to kneel on his own at Jai’s feet. He wanted to see those lips curve into a smile just for him. And see his back arch as he screamed Jai’s name. God help him, Jai wanted to hear the soldier scream.

“The princess can go.” Jai declared, sending a shock through the room. He saw Kaaka do a double take and try to say something but he raised his hand to quieten the noise. “You are to take her place. Do this, and she is free to go. Try to fi-fi-fight, or esssss-cape, and I will have my men cut you down where you st-stand. And then I will kill her. And then see your kingdom burn.”

“What?!” The princess screeched again and Jai regretted not gagging her. “Bhairava, don’t listen to him. He can’t be trusted.”

The soldier was clearly stunned, mouth dropped open in the most alluring way. Jai’s eyes were glued to him.

An eternity of a minute passed before the solider nodded clunkily. Something dark crowed victoriously in his chest, as Jai smiled his wolfish smile again. “Am I to be your prisoner?”

Jai shrugged, a careless gesture as he lecherously ran his eyes over Bhairava’s figure. “Prisoner, slave, bedwarmer, concubine. You would be mine to do with as I saw fit.”

“How dare you!” The princess spit out. “You will not get away with this.”

Jai’s smirk turned cruel, sending the temperature of the room plummeting. Even the princess stumbled back a step as she was the predator surface for a minute. “What am I doing wrong Princess? I proposed a deal, and he accepted it of his own free will.”

“Bhairava!” The princess pleaded, turning to the soldier.

The soldier paused, glancing at the princess before looking back at him. It was the first time he had looked away from Jai since they had been brought before him. It made Jai’s fist curl at his side. He never wanted those eyes to look away. “What of Sher Khan’s nephew?”

Jai glanced lazily at Kaaka, “Tell the men to drop him off outside the city gates.”

Kaaka’s jaw clenched, the look in his eyes promising an argument. But for now, Kaaka nodded woodenly and walked away.

“How can I know you will keep your word?” The soldier piped up. Jai raised his eyebrow at him. “How do I know you will let them live and you won’t start a war anyways?”

Jai laughed. Or rather, he cackled. “You don’t.”

Let’s switch back.

Bhairava is being presented with too easy a choice. His life, just his life, in exchange for the princess’s safe return? For preventing a war between the kingdoms that would result in so much unnecessary death? So what if he was stripped of his dignity? What if he was subjected to a life of hard labor? For all the man was menacing, nothing he had seen thus far led Bhairava to believe he would actually go back on his word. For some ineffable reason…Bhairava trusted him.

There was nothing to think about, even as Mithravinda was crying to his side.

“I accept your deal.”

That smile again. Bhairava felt his brain screaming again. He felt the skin of his throat still burning, and his jaw aching where that large hand had gripped it. He felt his knees still shaking, but mostly he saw his vision narrowing till the world disappeared except for those dark eyes. He felt hunted. He wanted to run. He was trapped by that gaze.

He was trapped, and he could not regret that decision.

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TBC…

Also, yeah the song is from Beauty and the Beast, but believe me those lyrics are giving me the exact vibe I want for their relationship.

Did this style work? I feel like I dropped it half way through... 😅 😅 😅

Feedback is appreciated.

Tagging (Please please work, Tumblr I beg you): @rambheem-is-real @budugu @bromance-minus-the-b @junebugyeahhh @hissterical-nyaan @obsessedtoafault @hufhkbgg @yehsahihai @rorapostsbl @bluesolace1 @fadedscarlets @alikokinav @chaotic-moonlight @rambheemisgoated @rambheemlove @jaganmaya @burningsheepcrown @lovingperfectionwonderland @rosayounan @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @thewinchestergirl1208 @dumdaradumdaradum @ronaldofandom @jjwolfesworld @jrntrtitties @kashpaymentsonly @jeonmahi1864 @zackcrazyvalentine @stanleykubricks @m3gs1mps4a @tulodiscord @teddybat24 @sally-for-sally @ssabriel @jadebomani @stuckyandlarrystuff @veteran-fanperson @ohfuckoffpls

#rrr #jairava #jai lava kusa #jai x bhairava #kala bhairava #bhairava #magadheera #my fic #my writing #TAOAT

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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i am IN LOVE with the new cozy trio hospital au its perfect !!!!!! (does it have a nickname?)

if you have more hcs or ideas to share from this universe please please do i absolutely want to hear them !! (no pressure though ofc)

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warnings for the moodboard post and below headcanons: drug use, addiction, depression, attempted suicide, abuse, hospital stays

The 2011 AU my beloved! Honestly, I did the math and realized Hailey was ~19 (by my birthday headcanons) when Jay was with Mouse in the hospital for his (also my headcanon) overdose in November of 2011. And for about... two weeks? This AU is one of the only things I've thought about. I have so many thoughts.

(and the only things I've been calling it are "the new cozy trio au" and "the 2011 au" it doesn't have an official tag or anything yet)

Hailey, who is still a teenager shows up to lunch that first day and Mouse's immediate reaction is to ask Jay why there's an infant in their booth (in his defense, he's still going through the worst of withdrawals and he's cranky, and he wasn't expecting a third person at lunch)

it wasn't Jay's plan to play host for more than a couple weeks - he wanted to give Mouse a comfortable place to get and stay clean, and he wanted to offer Hailey a warm, safe place to sleep until she can get her feet under her

then it's been three months and it doesn't look like that's changing any time soon, so they pool their money to get a bigger place, if only so Hailey doesn't have to keep sleeping on the couch

and, yeah, it's in a less great part of town, and it definitely feels as cheap as it is, but Jay's the only one between the three of them who has a steady income while Mouse and Hailey have minimum wage jobs without guaranteed hours, so they'll take what they can get while they try to save money

Hailey applies to the police academy the year she turns 21, both because she still remembers Trudy from her childhood and Jay is so excited about just moving up to Intelligence and she wants to be excited with him, to some extent

Mouse stays clean and sober after 2011, for the most part. there's relapses, and bouts of unemployment, and months where he misses his cut of the rent, but he has two roommates to catch him when he stumbles and offer the support he needs when he's struggling

of course, Jay helps him get into a rehab facility when he decides he wants to try the professional route of getting clean again, and helps him get the job with Intelligence once he's living in the apartment full time again

no one reenlists in this AU because as much as I love the parallels in canon the idea of splitting up the cozy trio when they're happy and stable makes me sad 💜

yes, everyone is tired of the trio agreeing each other and forming an automatic alliance during every case and disagreement, but there's nothing they can do to stop it

Voight tried to put his No Relationships Within The Unit rule into place but like... it's really hard to control them when they all live together and spend every minute away from work together? like he can try to enforce it but that's not gonna change the fact that their home has a huge bed that they all fit in and can lay around in every weekend to watch movies

it's just a lot of domestic chaos that comes from one shared traumatic week and the healing that comes after that, filled with a lot of unconditional emotional support

(bonus two of the three panicking and being protective of the other any time one of them is in danger, which, as in canon, is practically constantly)

#answered #⚡ anon #jay halsted #mouse gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #hailey upton #upstead #moustead #mouseupstead #cozy trio #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #the 2011 au #alex says things #this au really needs a tag actually

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 8

The mint green shorts! The two faculty jackets side-by-side! The domesticity!

The way they haven't changed who they are for the other person. Pran still scolds Pat. Pat still teases Pran. But they're doing it knowing they're accepted for who they are.

Oh, I never saw Pran's name and the smiley face written on the bottle before!

Whether it's fighting or flirting, nothing gets done between these two faculties 😄 Pat and Pran being told off every two minutes by Toto.

Yes! Fierce Ink. No wonder Pat, Ink, and Pran are all friends, they all have the same fierce protective streak...

How did we ever think we weren't going to be getting InkPa endgame?! It's so obvious now.

We got another 'ja' end particle and this time I think it's only mildly teasing! On the rooftop after Pat says 'Copy Paste' he says thank you - "khawp jai ja" (the 'ja' being “used with very close friends/family and by the queer community”).

Oh there's so much in that rooftop dinner scene. The need to be public and to be secret in equal parts and the hurt they want to avoid but end up not being able to...

The way Pat can only lie to his friends because they think he's dating an architecture girl.

Proud to be a Noles Hater te-shirt my beloved.

Narcissist Wai. smh. The fact that Pa being Pat's sister is Pat messing with Wai's life 😂

Again...Wai listened to Pran talk about all the hardships he would face because of the rivalries if he tried to date Pat's sister...and yet had no element of empathy for Pat and Pran when he discovered they were dating.

Pran's line, "It's a kind of relationship that I always avoid" basically sums up the first 5 eps of the series, how Pran did his best to avoid getting close to Pat even though he was in love...but because we know that they did eventually get together, it just shows the strength of their feelings for each other because really, logically, they shouldn't even try because of how difficult it is...but they do anyway 💙💖

"When did I teach you to lie?" Ming's double standards are showing.

I don't think i could dislike Ming any more than I do. How very dare him to make Pat feel this way.

And then Pat's in all white, stripped of colour, of happiness... The 'temporary' alluding to how it will pass, the 'select' alluding to the sides they're on and the need to choose [spoiler: they choose each other], and the brand being Korean adding to the theme of sides and rivalry set up by the Noles t-shirt earlier on (even the Tampa Bay shirt in the beginning)... And finally, Pat lays the 'Friend' shirt across his chest, back to colour, back to happiness. 😍

I just love how dorky these two are. Pran imitates an elevator and escalator to make Pat laugh. Pat gets Pran a case for his headphones with a double 'P' design but won't say what it means. They virtual-hug across the divide and get each other to give each other big smiles. All through this scene I kept thinking Pat would tell Pran he loves him...but it shines through in their actions, in the care and support they give, and in the way they look at each other.

Ooof that xylophone scene is majestic. The way Aof took a risk with it but it's so powerful.

Pran thinking back to the ways that Pat has helped him or been there for him...and Pat thinking back to the gift of the t-shirt from Pran and how he threw that back in his face. Both realising that their anger is mis-placed -> it's the circumstances of their life that they're mad at, not each other, not really.

And Pran doing what he does best - hiding a compliment as he scolds Pat. "Put your shirt on, you're making everyone drool" = "You're so hot".

Their soft 'sorry's 😭

"But I care about you more" 😭😭

Pat is so happy. He just radiates so much love for Pran 😭😭😭

THE MUSIC! building and leading up to Wai. ajdalkgja;ldfgja!!!

When I first watched this end, I felt cheated. I wanted more happy PatPran times after their reconciliation and before their relationship got revealed and brought more angst. They had just turned a corner in their relationship - Pran making himself more comfortable with the levels of 'publicity' Pat wanted to make, and Pat understanding that love can also be private and still be just as important (the seeds of ep 12). But I guess knowing what I know now about how they still have happy PatPran times in ep 9, I accept this pacing. It almost seems fitting because Pran had just decided he didn't care as much if people found out...and so people did...and Pat and Pran's love and understanding of each other helped them through the fallout.

#bad buddy #badbuddyrewatch #bad buddy episode 8 #it feels weird to watch this earlier than the rewatch day #I feel I'm missing a kind of connection with everyone else #but I'm a busy bee this week and need to prep these before the day #it's such a trip watching all the eps again though #lin live-rambles the bad buddy rewatch

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svnoohe4rts · 2 years

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best friends, sim jake x reader

↳ pairing: inexperienced!jake x fembodied!reader

↳ word count: 4,6k

↳ summary: jake is desperate to lose his virginity, and since you’re his best friend, you agree to help him out.

↳ a/n: my first ever jake fic ?!?! i can’t believe it took me this long wow

↳ warnings: smut! protected sex, mentions porn

Jake knows he shouldn’t. Hell, he knows god damn well he shouldn’t even consider it; but the urge to lose his virginity was stronger than his sense of morality at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, right?

If Heeseung had never walked into the room with the biggest smile Jake had ever seen on his lips back when they were 16, Jake would’ve never found himself in this situation. If Heeseung just hadn’t decided to brag about how he lost his virginity to his prom date the night before, Jake certainly never would’ve questioned his right hand and its ability to satisfy him. But of course, Heeseung just had to tell him all about how amazing it was and that he would never ever jack off ever again because nothing could ever even compare to the feeling he had just experienced as Heeseung himself had claimed. He became a changed man, he said, and there was no way he’d ever go back to just using his right hand.

So in a way, Heeseung was definitely the cause of 16-year-old Jake's misery.

No matter how angry and confused Jake was, he found comfort in knowing one thing. It didn’t matter if both Heeseung and Jay had lost their beloved V card, because he still had Sunghoon. Sunghoon was also a virgin and Jake was sure about one thing and one thing only; he was most definitely going to lose his virginity before his introverted friend did.

So moral of the story, if Heeseung never decided it would be a good idea to make Jake question his whole existence back when he was 16, Jake wouldn’t be in this situation.

And that certain situation being him about to ask you, his best friend of many years, to take his virginity.

‘’No,’’ Yes, there was something very, very wrong. ‘’I mean, not really. I don’t want to talk about it.’’ He wasn’t lying, Jake most certainly did not want to talk about what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were obvious to the fact that your friend was very obviously distressed about something and wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. ‘’C’mon, you can tell me anything.’’

Hey, Y/N, wanna take my virginity? No, he simply could not tell you everything. Jake glared at you for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you weren’t going to give up until he actually told you what was on his mind. He threw his head back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling as he accepted his fate. He was going to make an absolute fool out of himself, but at least it was with you, the one person who would never make fun of him, right? ‘’Promise me you won't make fun of me?’’ He mumbled, refusing to look at you as he mentally prepared himself for embarrassment. You only nodded in response, furrowing both your eyebrows; growing slightly worried by your friend's behavior. ‘’You’re acting like something horrible happened, what's up?’’ You asked, your eyes glued to the boy sitting beside you.

Jake took his hands off his face, his eyes wide as he stared at you in shock. Now that you had said yes, he had no idea what to do or how to act. He had fully prepared himself for you saying no, but yes? He hadn’t even considered the fact that you might’ve said yes. ‘’What?’’ He stuttered, causing another chuckle to trail off your lips. ‘’Why are you acting so surprised? You were the one who asked me stupid,’’ You chuckled, Jake's lips parting in surprise. ‘’I mean, I know, but I just,’’ He mumbled, stumbling over his own words as he spoke. ‘’I just didn’t expect you to say yes, alright?’’ He let out, trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were actually being serious.

Jake parted his lips, getting ready to defend himself but quickly realized there was no point in arguing; because you were right. He had no clue how to possibly make his first time enjoyable for the other person, hell, he didn’t even know how to make it enjoyable for himself. He was completely clueless, except for all the things his friends told him and the things he had seen in porn, and the things he had pictured in his mind of course; but he knew the things he pictured in his mind were way different from the real thing.

As you moved closer and Jake could now feel your thigh touching his, he came to the realization that losing his virginity to you was in fact a very bad idea. He had been close to you many times before, it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get psychical with each other. Holding hands, hugging, and even cuddling while watching a scary movie; it usually wasn’t weird at all. But as your thigh touched his, while talking about you taking his virginity, it felt extremely weird. It felt more than just weird, it felt horrifying. ‘’But how am I supposed to know when if we don’t plan it?’’ He let out, his eyes glued to your thigh; becoming acutely conscious of the fact that you only kept moving closer.

Jake once again fluttered his eyes close, trying to focus on your lips moving against his instead of the fact that you were straddling his lap; accidentally grinding against this crotch every now and then. He suddenly felt you grab both his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your hands to the back of his neck. Jake quickly caught on as he slipped his hands under your shirt, your warm skin greeting his cold hands. You hummed in response, causing Jake to relax further into the kiss as he realized he had done something right by slipping his hands under your shirt.

Now, normally Jake would’ve screamed yes. Getting head was on top of his list, all his friends talked about receiving head like it was the best thing ever; even better than actually fucking. But right there and then, Jake wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, causing him to shake his head. ‘’I want to fuck you Y/N,’’ He breathed, still lightly guiding your lower body back and forth. ‘’Please?’’ He let out, his eyes meeting yours. You only replied by smashing your lips against his once again, pulling him down so he was now hovering above you.

With your hand wrapped around his cock, he realized why his friends claimed they’d never jerk off ever again. Your hand felt completely different compared to his right hand, a feeling he wanted to experience again and again; never wanting his own right hand to come near his cock ever again. He immediately began fiddling with the button of your pants, not wanting to wait any longer; afraid he’d cum right there and then if he didnät get to fuck you within the next 30 seconds. Your hand left his cock, a whine almost leaving his throat as you helped him get your own pants off; one of his hands finding its way down your underwear the second your pants slid down your legs.

You looked beautiful. Jake always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you laying underneath him with lust-filled eyes, you looked ten times more beautiful to him. He only nodded in response as he pulled his underwear down, his cock hitting his abdomen; his tip red and leaking precum, still begging for attention. ‘’Do you have condoms?’’ You asked, your eyes meeting his; realizing you probably don’t have any laying around. A small smile formed on his lips as he grabbed his pants, searching through his pockets. ‘’Of course I do, you never know when you might lose your virginity.’’ He smiled as he pulled out a condom, causing you to roll your eyes as he ripped the package open.

The second Jake pushed his tip inside of you, he realized what his friends had been talking about all this time. He let out a deep breath as he felt your wet walls clench around him, burying his head in the pillow beside you once again as he tried keeping himself together. The feeling of your tight walls pulsating around him felt nothing like he had imagined, he felt so much better; way better than your hand had felt. A small moan left your lips as he pushed his cock all the way in, grabbing onto his shoulders as you parted your lips. ‘’You’re so big,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing Jake to let out a groan. ‘’I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,’’ He mumbled, pressing a small kiss onto your neck.

His thrusts were awkward at first, trying to figure a pace that worked for him without him immediately being close to his release; but soon enough, he found a pace that worked for him and it certainly seemed to be working for you as well. ‘’Fuck, Jake,’’ You moaned, throwing your head onto the pillow beside you as he kept thrusting into you, grunts leaving his lips, his lips occasionally pressing wet kisses against the skin of your shoulder. ‘’Feels so good,’’ He grunted against your skin, his thrusts becoming even harsher. ‘’You’re gonna make me cum Jake,’’ You whimpered, the familiar feeling of warmth building up inside of your stomach.

Your words only made Jake thrust into you harder, causing even louder moans to leave your lips as his speed increased. You could tell he was close to his release as well by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier, grunts spilling from his lips. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He suddenly let out, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. ‘’Cum for me,’’ You mumbled into his ear, a final groan leaving his lips as he spilled his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. You quickly came undone after him, loud moans leaving your throat as he continued sloppily thrusting into you; letting you ride out your orgasm.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he rolled over, collapsing next to you; sweat dripping down his forehead. You turned around, looking over at the exhausted boy beside you; pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. He looked over at you, a small smile forming on his lips. You pulled your hand through his hair, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away; a small forming on your lips as well. ‘’Did I do well?’’ He let out after a moment, still panting, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, moving closer to him. ‘’You did really well.’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist. ‘’I guess I’m no longer a virgin,’’ He chuckled, causing you to chuckle as well. ‘’Not even a thank you?’’ You let out, your eyes meeting his.

‘’You’re the best, thank you.’’ He smiled, a small smile forming on your lips; wrapping an arm around his torso. ‘’I’m your best friend after all.’’

‘’Maybe you can give me head next time, since you’re my best friend?’’

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October 22: Masters | "I wish you never told me about the prophecy."

When it’s MY prompt!!! WHOOO!!! (so is Day 20 but THIS is the one I’ve been waiting for). I’ve literally written half of this before this gets posted, and let me just say... I’m practically VIBRATING in my seat rn.

@morrotober

AO3 Version

An excerpt of my S5 rewrite in which Morro talks Wu into joining his expedition to destroy destiny instead of becoming the Green Ninja.

The Bounty was oddly silent without his ninjas' presence— whether it be loud whooping from each of them in the living room as they watch a game, or bickering about serious matters, it was always filled with life.

The ship rocks slowly as it passes through the ethereal blanket of the night, nearing a rather stormy region in the continent. There were the sounds of rickety old wood, the fire of the rocket boosters burning, and shuffling furniture as the Bounty swerves from left to right. But, it lacks the invigoration of the marks that the ninja have; Kai's fiery protection, Jay's electric energy, Nya's fluid hobbies, Zane's ice-cold calculative nature, Cole's sturdy dependency, and Lloyd's lively disposition. They were not here marking the Bounty in ways where they have made it clear this is now their home, but rather, leaving it cold to the touch.

Wu wanted to come with them— the ghosts have his own nephew, after all. Say what you will about Wu, but by his own father he wanted to be with his family to save Lloyd Garmadon.

You let Lloyd slip through your fingers once more, the teasing lilt of Garmadon's voice becomes angry, ravenous even. If he was still alive right now, he would have prevented this. What kind of sensei does that?

Wu cannot apologize. He has nothing to say sorry for.

Want to know why he stayed behind?

Because he knows his ninja could do it alone.

He's seen their determined gazes as they look at one another, devoted to saving Lloyd and stopping Morro's plan.

"Master Wu, you should stay and watch the Bounty," Nya tells him, donning her ninja gi as the others prepare. "They might target our own home."

He feebly tells yes because… who is he to deny their whims?

Once the door closes, and he has no staff to lean on as his aging body has to remain old, a shadow passes over his face.

A shadow of regret and anger.

Anger for himself, of course.

Because he has assigned the ninja to clean up the mess he’s inexplicably made.

Was he ever a good teacher to them?

Yes, the sound of a voice that is currently swimming around him tells him, but he doesn’t believe it one bit.

NO! A voice reminiscent of a howling wind threatens his ears, a ringing sound of a child crying following soon after.

He believes that voice over the former.

As the Bounty calmly rocks at a slow, sedated pace, thunder rumbling outside, Wu walks down the familiarized hallways, having to use the wooden walls as a pillar to substitute his missing staff, stolen by the boy who had it all, before the weapons took it all away like a tornado.

He still could not believe it— after years of searching for the clue to his father’s tomb, it had been right under his hands, and he just had not suspected, even when his own father sat him down on the porch of their monastery, handing him his beloved and prized staff, before bidding farewell and walking down the steps as Wu watches on with confusion and stupefaction.

(Perhaps he had not listened. Perhaps he just didn’t want to listen.)

A strong wind blows against the ship, and he staggers backward as the ship struggles against this torrential wind. His mind ponders if it was Morro, summoning the winds to torment him over his regrets and decisions, but he shakes his head. While Morro and Wu are currently at odds now, he is not quite focused on defeating him— rather, he was focused on outdoing Lloyd, taking the title of the Green Ninja.

Admittedly, he is thankful that Nya had pressed the autopilot button before she left; he doesn’t know the intricacies of working on a ship such as this.

Hobbling to the outside of the Bounty, his hat almost flies over his head once he fully walks outside, the winds a ghastly beast. He catches it in a reflexive manner, setting it on his head hard.

He stares at the wind with a slightly puzzled expression.

The wind is quite wild tonight. Ninjago City did not broadcast monsoons coming so soon; it was still in the middle of the dry season, after all.

The ship enters a rather cloudy and foggy section of the sky, the ground and the moon being covered by the deep blue-gray of the puffy clouds, perspiration flowing around him. Cold vapor touches his skin, like a cold child’s hand touching his warm face all those years ago.

How time flows past him, he cannot comprehend either.

Wu inclines his head upwards, somewhat disappointed that the clouds have blocked his view of the moon. One of his favorite things to do when he was alone was brew some calming tea, settle himself on the ship’s deck, and stare at the moonlight with a content expression.

Just like old times.

“Wow Master Wu! The night looks so pretty up in the mountains.”

Wu grits his teeth.

Just like old times.

Somehow, for some reason, the wind grows stronger than before, to the point he has to hone in his training to cling onto the ship before he is blown away.

“The wind is angry today,” he muses to himself, feeling slightly worried. “It is as if…”

Clouds start to gather in front of the hull.

Wu stares at it with wary eyes.

A green glow starts to emanate from it.

Wu gulps, his throat coarse; had a ghost followed him?

The cloud starts to settle on the main form, as it continues to move at an inhumane pace, floating over the ship’s hull as the color green starts to glow brighter contrasting the darkness surrounding them. Wu transitions into a fighting stance, narrowing his gaze as the cloud continues to shift back and forth, before the tails of a scarf emerge from the tails of the clouds first, bending over the hull whilst the winds blow wider, definitely trying to veer the ship off-course, now that Wu is completely deducing the situation.

And, seeing how only one Elemental Master of Wind exists at this point in time, and he has a certain fixation on scarves, Wu knows his guest by now.

It still does not make his heart settle down, however.

Because now, he is being confronted by Morro, alone and without any interference.

The wind starts to tame itself as if it has been pacified by the arrival of its master. Or rather, Morro just wants the dramatic flair every villain must have when they reveal themselves.

While he feels something akin to a dreadful excitement in his heart, his calloused and bony hands hold him together, regret pooling as Morro’s own form continues to be built up by the clouds, soft and hard edges uniting as one.

Then, green-gold eyes stare at him through the dark.

The cloud dissipates, and the ghost of his first student appears in front of him.

“Morro,” he says, brazen and brusque. First student or not, he is actively attacking both him and his students. He lets out a deep breath, “My ninja are seeking your headquarters. Should you be there to stop them rather than waste your time on me?”

Morro raises a hand; shaped like a claw, fingernails sharp enough to distract him. He has an idle expression on his face, but Wu knows it was simply fake. Morro has never been an idle boy. "Why can't we not talk to each other anymore?"

"Because," then Wu becomes speechless as he tries to remember what he has to say without sounding as if he was objecting, "You are now against us, are you not?"

Morro hums, like a whisper against a loud crack of thunder. He turns to face him once more, a sneer on his lips. “Perhaps I am. But I know you hesitate to fight me, your first student.” He leans closer, but they are still far apart, something sincere passing over his gaze before it flickers away. “Your son.”

Wu’s eyes grow wide. Morro’s lips curl into a smile.

His thoughts betray him; Morro has indirectly called him his father. He has recognized that, in the short time they’ve been together, they have envisioned each other as father and son.

Huh, this feels familiar; a father on one side, and a son on the other.

Green eyes stare towards the wasteland in which the red ones reside.

Ah, now he knows why.

“... Son?” He repeats, walking further into Morro’s trap. He knows it’s a trap. And yet, he doesn’t step backwards.

“I denied you the courteousness that you deserved to be given, master.” Morro turns to the side, as if he was hiding the laugh that threatens to fall from his mouth. “You are my father; not the bastard that smokes and hits me with a tray over my head.” Bitterness explodes from his speech. Wu was merely hypnotized with the way he has called him his father.

But, while he could feel the joy that is being called a father by the only student whom he had failed (You do not deserve being called a father, Garmadon’s spiteful voice returns with a vengeance), he immediately remembers what has transpired over the past few days.

His mind was at a large impasse.

Must he always choose?

If he chooses nurturing and to aid the ninja, casting Morro out of the newfound circle he has found himself in, Morro will fall, deep, deeper down to the abyss in which he has perished. (Was it now too late to save him?)

If he chooses Morro… What of the others?

Why must Destiny make him choose? Why could he not forge his own path? Why must he let one suffer so the others shall thrive?

“You cannot save me any longer, father,” Morro says, resentful. A tragedy embedded into the stone. “I have chosen to side with the people who are willing to let me obtain what I want.”

"I know you want to join me, deep down," Morro's voice was deep, a reverberating sound of his suffering because of the worst mistake Wu has possibly made that affected his own loved one, and his thinly disguised anger and resentment, stored in the years he's been out of Wu's life, a killer, a villain in the making.

A villain which Wu had created, all because he thought he was the hero that would save them all.

Did you want to kill me, brother? Is that it? Garmadon's voice, always harsh but blunt, comes back to haunt him on the fateful night in which Misako had an epiphany to get her and the object they were arguing over out of that accursed monastery, disappearing like the stars that had once lit Wu's life with happiness and content.

He didn't think that, in the very end, Wu will pay the price for the mistakes he'd caused.

Telling too much to a starry-eyed, ambitious child who wanted to seek validation from his own master. His words filled with the glory and excitement he's had over finding the one in the guide of the prodigious child that has too much, so much talent.

(And, in the very end, it wasn't him, and those eyes that shine like the sun give way to the dreading feeling of fucking up someone who has so much to live for.)

He already knows what he is after— the Realm Crystal, a priceless artifact coveted by many ambitious individuals; they kill themselves to find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master to purloin it.

And, once again, it is his own father’s fault that the world has come to such a conclusion.

Blaming someone else for your own wrongdoings is the most immature thing you have done, Garmadon's soft voice, never having left him alone, says, as if floating above his head in a wisp of eternity. You should know better. You should be better.

Indeed he must be.

But he seems to never have gotten better.

Now, he is faced with one of his worst mistakes and biggest regrets in his life: the ghost of his first student, tainted by the influences of the Preeminent that rendered him into… what he is now. It takes Wu a long while to adjust, having to look at Morro through a lens where he was now the villain after years of viewing him as the child he had lost both to destiny's whims and his own foolishness. Yet, no matter how much their fates are tied together, they will always be at different sides fighting for a different cause. He was perched on the Bounty's hull, as if he was a bird crying out a war that will befall on them all, his claw-like hands scratching his own ship with force (soft hands help him with chores, the embrace they have together). His scarf flows wildly in the wind; a wild element, unbound by both the master who it serves and the storms that it always accompanies, soaring through the skies as if it was some sort of hummingbird. (A wind that was once warm and filled with the sounds of passion, ambition, and pride, souring to become what it feels now: as cold as the storms that rack the entire world, anger, envy and resentment flowing like a whirlwind in the making.)

He was not the Morro he remembered.

And yet, in his heart, he knows it is the boy whom he had attempted to raise to become the savior of the world.

His idea of saving the world, however, was not in a way Wu had taught him.

"This is not who I wish for you to become, Morro," he continues to speak when he has no right to even converse with the young man whom he had failed. His voice was no match for the howling of the wind, beastly and ghastly, like the shrieking of a banshee. He did not know if his voice is carried by the wind towards its destination; now that its master is back, they are now inclined to follow his every order.

He hopes that the sadness dripping in his voice would carry well to him.

Morro sneers, poison and conflict evident in his expression. Even after all these years, he could still read him like a book. "You made me like this, Master. You told me that destiny has spoken the day the Golden Weapons refuse to react to my presence, how I was nothing more but the Elemental Master of Wind but the Green Ninja." His green eyes, filled with a chafing torrent of feelings, makes him pause. His scarves fly around the wind like claws racing to tear him apart. "But now, I realize it is not you, nor the pathetic son of Garmadon who denied me of my destiny." As if on cue, thunder rolls from the distance.

Wu remains standing against the impeccable storm, hoping to knock some sense into his first student. If he can do the same with his own younger pupils, what is the difference between them and a man he's wronged? His beard flies and his conical hat threatens to be blown away as the Bounty's autopilot hits a rather bumptious section of the skies. "Why have you returned then, Morro? If you no longer desire the title of the Green Ninja, what is your motivation?"

He smirks, his grip on the hull becoming loose as the wind attacks the wood of the Bounty, ripping apart its rough surface like paper. He stands in the midst of the ship, a shadow in the limelight cast in the night sky. He was thin like a twig, and yet, he was just as strong as his pupils, possessing a strength he had once seen in those who started training with their own elements early. His strength is, indubitably, one of the sole reasons Wu has deduced him to be the Green Ninja, only for that ever-living hope to be turned down. The green glow emanating from his skin differentiates him with the other darker surroundings, scarves tailing around him like snakes coiled and ready to attack.

"Destiny is a malady that must be destroyed," he replies in a settled, motivated manner. The wind then picks up thanks to the revelation of his motivation.

Wu frowns at this statement. He should not have expected any less of a person who was so adamant about refusing to listen to destiny. "And… how shall that be possible? Destiny is not a person or a place to destroy nor conquer.”

“Oh, but I know who are the harbingers of Destiny,” Morro replies dubiously, staring at the skies above, towards the clouds which the Bounty can never reach. “I am going to save them all. Saving them from having to become the pawns of destiny.” His eyes stare back at Wu. “A Green Ninja will save his people from the Dark Lord. Not… save them from D Rate villains that would return to bite them in the ass. A Green Ninja must solve the problem, nip it in the bud.”

“And you presume that Green Ninja to be you.”

“Precisely,” Morro sounds a little too proud about this.

“So, you are still attempting to prove Destiny wrong, that you are the destined Green savior.”

Something dark grows upon Morro's face. "I have no love for the title any longer. I have a new dream; a better dream than the measly prophecy you deceived me to believe was mine."

Wu winces. "I… you were a prodigy among prodigies. It is not an excuse, but it is an explanation as to why I chose you." He shakes his head. "I apologize for the consequences of letting you need a destiny that is not yours. It wasn't designated for you."

It was the wrong thing to say, towards a ghost who lost everything because he had wanted to appease that word.

"Was it all just a matter of destiny?" He repeats in a barely hushed tone, as gales of wind start to blow against the Bounty, almost haphazardly taking it out from the sky. Wu's entire body buckles, as he holds on to his staff to form some kind of boundary against the impending storm that Morro is currently creating himself. In front of him, his first student snarls with years' worth of anger, slowly storming over his already tumultuous face. Thunder passes the two of them, and Wu remembers what element lightning bows to. Morro takes a dangerous step forward. "Was it my destiny that I was not chosen to be the Green Ninja? Was it my destiny that I decided that to prove I am worthy, I must find the Tomb of the First Spinjitzu Master? Was it my destiny that I be sent to the Cursed Realm after I use my last breath to curse my existence? Was it my destiny I must become the villain in your story so that you and I must be on different sides?! So my torment is nothing but the Writers of Destiny deciding to give me unfortunate happenstances in my life?!" His voice rises every question, every crime against him, and the wind continues to howl, like a thousand souls screaming at Wu about his wrongdoings.

"I did not mean it that way," Wu replies, holding his conical hat down so that the wild winds wouldn't fly it away. "Destiny simply cannot be fought against."

"So you're going to stand idly as I suffer because of your foolishness?!" He asks, walking towards him with a sweeping speed. "How can you be my loving father but also be a braindead sensei?! You are so ridiculous."

Wu sighs. "Even when old age offers wisdom, I still seem to have an impulsive side."

Morro stares. "You have to be joking."

"Why would I be?"

Morro opens his mouth, and he shakes his head, feeling annoyance grip his soul. "You may be old and senile, but you never change." Then, feeling as if he's getting quite off-topic, he scowls. "You are distracting me from the greater good I must commit."

Wu meets his eyes. "People forget that sometimes, the greater good will only be good to them, and not to others."

"I won't care," Morro replies harshly, tone sharp as a knife. "They'll be thanking me once they realize I've destroyed destiny. You will show gratitude to me as well." Morro's eyes turn back toward Wu. "Join me, father. Perhaps my Mistress will spare you when you show your loyalty to us prematurely."

Wu frowns. "What makes you think I will join you?"

Morro scoffs, raising his arms as if the answer was obvious. "How many times has Destiny screwed you and your family over? The Great Devourer biting Garmadon, his slow descent to evil which led to you forcing your hand, and your own nephew having to bear the brunt of the heavy title? Don't you feel… angry towards destiny? At yourself for listening to an ungrateful concept?"

Wu doesn't speak for a while. Morro was, as much as Wu hates to admit it, sounds so convincing he can feel himself swaying without any complaint towards his wind. It was noisy and hushed at the same time, whispering deceitful, deceptive promises into Wu's ear. Perhaps Morro learnt from the Preeminent, like a siren in the water that sings dreams until you are tired of listening from afar. And, like the novice sailor warned of their lovely voice, he makes the mistake of listening, feeling his senses go numb as the dreams he has gotten rid of return to haunt him.

Him and Morro being together again was his prime dream.

And this was an opportunity he could not fathom and believe would come by.

He feels as if he is currently in the temptation, taking the apple from the snake.

But once again, his mind returns to the ninja he has the opportunity to teach.

Lloyd, Nya, Kai, Zane, Cole, Jay.

Something heavy settles in his heart.

Morro is his student as well, but…

He feels his heart puncturing into tiny pieces.

Again, he has a new family now.

He did not know when Morro grew so close towards him; his face was leaning forward now, expecting his answer, hoping that his answer were words of affirmation. There was that hope in his eyes again— the hope that crackled and burned when it was clear to everyone else that Morro was not the destined Green Ninja. Wu almost chokes at the sight of it; by his father, this ghost was a child. A child he condemned to a life of misery and doom!

Wu swallows.

He was no good at this.

He cannot choose someone without consequence.

Wu lets out a deep breath.

Morro raises a brow, his face expectant. “Well?”

The old man lets the wind whoosh around them. It was so noisy he could not even hear his own thoughts.

“I am sorry Morro,” Wu says, gravelly and broken. The wind suddenly stops turning against the Bounty, as if it was just as shocked as their master, who was currently staring at him with a shell-shocked face. Even his scarves, alive like serpents, lay still on his feet. Golden eyes meet his green-gold ones, currently experiencing a rough inflammation. “I cannot join you. My ninja— they need me. To fight against you. I, as their master, cannot give up on them; the way I gave up on you.”

Morro stares at Wu in horror, completely in shock as if these turn of events were unprecedented. Well, if his own son did not expect this… were they even able to reform the bonds that strained them to the point of no return.

The ghost recovers immediately, however, like a whiplash of wind bending back to a wilder, more lightning-forged shape. How invisible, yet how formless, the wind is. There was still hurt and sadness in his eyes however, as if he was hoping that in some form and way, the two of them would not have to fight on different sides, never tearing apart into tiny little pieces. But, Morro cannot be saved by talking, as he’s already declared which side he is going to have to fight with; Wu cannot teach those who would not listen, after all.

Morro’s corporeal form shifts, liquid and random; to a helpless, young child almost in the brink of starving to death, a young man in nomadic clothes searching for an answer to all his problems, another young man that looked happier and lively, and, lastly, back to his ghostly form, his humanity whittling away ever so slowly when Wu tries to look at him coherently. It was as if he is going through all of the appearances that can warrant pity and the memories seeping through the cracks. Wu sees him hunching over, his face obscured by his unruly hair as he starts to laugh. It was a haunting laugh, too beautiful for a man that has seen it all, too terrifying for a young man, a harrowing take of regret.

"You're throwing me away!" He says between laughs. "You're throwing me away like I was just garbage!"

Wu watches on as his regrets, already being piled up into a mountain, become even higher.

Morro stops laughing, and the wind, for the first time, stops speaking; falling silent as they bow to their master. There was a burning sense of betrayal and hatred in his eyes, his own form of cyclone forming in his expression, wild and abandoned.

He grits his teeth out, shaking with intensity as a bitterness like never before explodes within his surroundings.

"I wish you never told me about the prophecy."

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