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oh my god tolerate it by taylor for denzo!

Enzo getting out of the cell but still not over Damon while Damon has a whole life without him now

"While you were out building other worlds, where was I?"

But Damon cared about him so much in 50s? what happened?

"Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?"

but Enzo obviously cares about him as much even now while Damon cares about Elena more

"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawing hearts in the byline

Always taking up too much space or time"

don’t even get me started on whole “what if i took this dagger in me and removed it” because enzo quite literally killed himself to get damon to care

YOU'RE RIGHT!! YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!

The lyrics fit a little too well but honestly, that's the case for a lot of Taylor Swift songs and Denzo. They just go hand in hand, really. I will prepare you, I did just sit for roughly 6 hours going through every single Taylor Swift song and working out which specific lyrics fit Damon and Enzo, so this is a rather lengthy answer to... a question that you didn't even really ask, to be honest. But I hope that you get some enjoyment out of this anyway!

From her first album, we have "Tim McGraw" but only these lyrics below because imagine Damon and Enzo on their murder spree, so it gets a rating of about 2/10 for Denzo vibes

"On backroads at night And I was right there beside him all summer long And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone"

Coming in with some heavier Denzo vibes, we have "Pictures to Burn" which is already off to a good start considering it has burn in the title

"State the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy"

"There's no time for tears I'm just sitting here planning my revenge"

Tell me that doesn't sound like Enzo. 3/10 because those lines are perfect but none of the other lines really fit.

"I'm Only Me When I'm With You" gets a solid 8/10 because nearly the entire song is just written for Damon and Enzo

"Sometimes we don't say a thing Just listen to the crickets sing Everything I need is right here by my side

And I know everything about you I don't wanna live without you

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you"

"Living in the crazy world Trying to figure out what is and isn't true And I don't try to hide my tears My secrets or my deepest fears Through it all nobody gets me like you do

And you know everything about me You say that you can't live without me"

"When I'm with anybody else It's so hard to be myself And only you can tell"

And on a similiar note of songs just being written for them, "Invisible" is another great example, scoring at a beautiful 7/10 for angsty Enzo point of view and his jealousy of Damon and Elena, ESPECIALLY if his own feelings are unrequited

"There's a fire inside of you That can't help but shine through She's never gonna see the light No matter what you do And all I think about is how to make you think of me And everything that we could be"

"And I just wanna show you She don't even know you She's never gonna love you like I want to"

"A Perfectly Good Heart" also has a similarly angsty feel to it, focusing on the fire of Augustine and scoring it a 5/10

"Maybe I should've seen the signs, should've read the writing on the wall And realized by the distance in your eyes that I would be the one to fall No matter what you say I still can't believe That you would walk away It don't make sense to me but"

ONTO ALBUM 2. FEARLESS.

Only about one verse from "Fearless" fits the Denzo narrative so we're gonna give it a 2/10 because while the verse is good if you imagine it during their murder spree, it takes a bit more imagination than canon

"So baby drive slow 'Til we run out of road in this one horse town I wanna stay right here in this passenger seat You put your eyes on me In this moment now capture it, remember it"

"Love Story" scores a good 5/10 with the focus on them going on their murder spree together (but also the lyrics can fit well with Damon's call to Enzo telling him he'll go to Cape Horn with him)

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

"I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town"

"White Horse" again doesn't have much of a denzo vibe unless you're looking at the chorus with angsty unrequited lenses so let's go with maybe a 4/10 or a 5/10

"As I paced back and forth all this time 'Cause I honestly believed in you Holdin' on, the days drag on"

"Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes And never really had a chance My mistake, I didn't know to be in love You had to fight to have the upper hand I had so many dreams about you and me Happy endings, now I know

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you and your white horse To come around"

Let's be honest, "You Belong With Me" is kind of hilarious to imagine as a Denzo song but at the same time, part of the chorus does work again for an angsty, jealous Enzo! Gonna give it a 2/10

"If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you" "So, why can't you see? You belong with me"

"Breathe" is like... THEIR song okay. But specifically from Damon's point of view after leaving Enzo in Augustine and then proceeding to spend 50 years with no humanity because he left him. 9/10

"I see your face in my mind as I drive away, 'Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way" "It's the kinda ending you don't really wanna see 'Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down, Now I don't know what to be without you around"

"And we know it's never simple, Never easy Never a clean break, no one here to save me You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand,

And I can't, Breathe, Without you, But I have to, Breathe, Without you, But I have to"

"Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt" "It's two am Feelin' like I just lost a friend Hope you know it's not easy, Easy for me"

"Tell Me Why" feels like Damon thinking that Enzo thought it was easy for him to just walk away and leave him in Augustine and that it didn't hurt him, but it did, and then Enzo feels like Damon doesn't want him around once he comes back. 6/10

"I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground, I see who you are" "I'm feeling like I don't know you You tell me that you love me, then you cut me down And I need you like a heartbeat" "I'm sick and tired of your reasons I got no one to believe in You tell me that you want me, then push me around And I need you like a heartbeat"

"You're Not Sorry" is again an angsty Enzo song. Actually, most of these are, aren't they? Scratch what I said about all Taylor Swift songs being written for Denzo, they're written for ENZO. 7/10

"And all you do is let me down And it's taking me this long Baby but I figured you out And you're thinking we'll be fine again But not this time around" "And you can tell me that you're sorry But I don't believe you baby" "Could've loved you all my life If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold"

"The Way I Loved You" honestly has more Bamon vibes with Enzo being the charming other man, but the chorus also works for Denzo. 5/10

"But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you Breaking down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kind of rush And I never knew I could feel that much And that's the way I loved you" "And you were wild and crazy Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated Got away by some mistake and now"

"Forever & Always" I'd give about a 4/10 because these particular lyrics make me feel some denzo things

"'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door"

"Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

So here's to everything coming down to nothing Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core Where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore"

"Change" as an Augustine Denzso song specifically is... so interesting. 6/10

"So we've been outnumbered Raided and now cornered It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair We're getting stronger now" "But we're faster and never scared You can walk away, say we don't need this But there's something in your eyes Says we can beat this" "Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down It's a revolution, the time will come For us to finally win

Tonight we'll stand, get off our knees Fight for what we've worked for all these years And the battle was long, it's the fight of our lives But we'll stand up champions tonight"

"Jump Then Fall" starts off with an Augustine Denzo vibe, and the verse I've included feels sort of like Damon after Enzo came back and he was sticking by him even though Stefan and Elena and literally everyone wanted him to give up on him. 2/10

"Don't be afraid to jump then fall Jump then fall into me Baby, I'm never gonna leave you Say that you wanna be with me too 'Cause I'ma stay through it all So jump then fall

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet I'll catch you, I'll catch you When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you"

To be fair, a lot of "Come in With the Rain" feels like Denzo to me but I can really only pinpoint two lines that actually feel like I could explain WHY, and that's because I imagine it as Damon not wanting to remember or talk about Enzo because it would also mean remembering and talking about Augustine. 1/10 but to me it's higher

"I could go back to every laugh But I don't wanna go there anymore"

ALBUM 3. SPEAK NOW.

"Mine" but specifically this one verse because it reminds me of Damon being infected with the ripper virus and telling Enzo to leave, but Enzo refusing and staying with him even at risk to himself. 2/10

"Braced myself for the goodbye, 'Cause that's all I've ever known Then, you took me by surprise You said, "I'll never leave you alone""

"Sparks Fly" from Damon's point of view because yes. 3/10

"And you stood there in front of me just Close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see What I was thinking of" "My mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea" "I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good"

"Back to December" is also very much THEIR song, from Damon's point of view of course after leaving Enzo in Augustine. 9/10

"Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind" "So this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night" "It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright" "You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye"

"Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreamin' But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't"

This one verse in "Mean" from Enzo's point of view, but also a little bit of Damon in that scene where he has his hand in Enzo's chest and they're going for each other's throats and Enzo asks if he ever even thought about him and Damon said no with tears in his eyes. It would be a 2/10 for the whole song but for this verse specifically it's 4/10

"You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again Got me feeling like I'm nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard Calling me out when I'm wounded"

Huh, "The Story of Us" actually does kind of feel like the story of Denzo in a way. 6/10

"And I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" "I'm starting to think one day, I'll tell the story of us How I was losing my mind when I saw you here But you held your pride like you should've held me" "This is looking like a contest Of who can act like they care less But I liked it better when you were on my side The battle's in your hands now But I would lay my armor down If you said you'd rather love than fight"

"Enchanted" BUT it's only this verse and it's the scene where Damon sees Enzo again for the first time at Whitmore. 2/10 (but again, that verse alone is more of a 6/10)

"Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?" 'Cross the room your silhouette Starts to make its way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks Like passing notes in secrecy"

Take these two lines from "Better Than Revenge" out of context and put it in Enzo's point of view of Damon leaving him. 1/10

"I never saw it coming, nor would I have suspected it I underestimated just who I was dealing with"

I think I've done it. I've found the most Denzo Taylor Swift song, and I think it is "Haunted." Think Augustine. Think angst. 9/10 (Maybe even 10/10, to be honest...)

"You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake Oh, I'm holding my breath Won't los you again Something's made your eyes go cold Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Something's gone terribly wrong You're all I wanted Come on, come on, don't leave me like this I thought I had you figured out Can't breathe whenever you're gone Can't turn back now, I'm haunted Stood there and watched you walk away From everything we had But I still mean every word I said to you"

"Last Kiss" is another Augustine song. 4/10

"I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away? Away" "Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips"

"Ours" is more of an optimistic one but also similar to how Damon felt when Stefan and everyone were telling him Enzo was bad news and shouldn't be in his life. And I included that last verse because I thought it was funny in the context of Lily. 5/10

"Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you"

"The stakes are high, the water's rough But this love is ours You never know what people have up their sleeves Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles"

And here we have another Augustine song: "If This Was A Movie"

"Six months gone and I'm still reaching Even though I know you're not there I was playing back a thousand memories, baby Thinking 'bout everything we've been through Maybe I've been going back too much lately When time stood still and I had you Come back, come back, come back to me like You would, you would if this was a movie" "Come back, come back, come back to me like You could, you could if you just said you're sorry I know that we could work it out somehow But if this was a movie you'd be here by now" "If you're out there If you're somewhere If you're moving on I'll be waiting for you Wary, since you've been gone I just want it back the way it was before"

"Superman" because this verse just makes me think of Damon not caring how everyone else feels about Enzo, just that he cares deeply about him and that's all that matter.

"Something in his deep brown eyes has me singing He's not all bad like his reputation And I can't hear one single word they said And you leave, got places to be and I'll be okay I always forget to tell you I love you I loved you from the very first day"

"State of Grace" 6/10

"We are alone with our changing minds We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time

And I never (never) Saw you coming And I'll never (never) Be the same" "You come around and the armor falls" "We are alone, just you and me" "So you were never a saint And I've loved in shades of wrong We learn to live with the pain Mosaic broken hearts But this love is brave and wild" "Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right These are the hands of fate You're my Achilles heel"

"Red" is from Damon's point of view and his regret after Augustine. 5/10

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly" "Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong" "Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go But moving on from him is impossible When I still see it all in my head In burning red Burning, it was red"

"Treacherous" SCREAMS Damon and Enzo. 9/10

"Put your lips close to mine As long as they don't touch Out of focus, eye to eye 'Til the gravity's too much And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay" "Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone"

You would expect "I Knew You Were Trouble" to have more of a denzo vibe, and there are a few lines that it comes through in! 4/10 it gets an extra point for the general vibe being Denzo-like.

"'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in So shame on me now"

"And the saddest fear Comes creepin' in That you never loved me"

"All Too Well" is a painful song in general, but adding a little layer of angst from Enzo's point of view just makes it more painful. 2/10

"And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well"

"22" fits the vibe of happy, murder husbands Denzo. 2/10

"We're happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way It's miserable and magical, oh yeah Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks It's time, oh-oh"

"Stay Stay Stay" from Damon's point of view. 3/10

"Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers"

"You took the time to memorize me My fears, my hopes and dreams"

"It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you For my whole life"

"The Last Time" because Enzo just wants to know that Damon wants him after Augustine. 3/10

"And right before your eyes I'm breaking No past, no reasons why Just you and me

This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye, eye, eye"

"Sad Beautiful Tragic" 2/10 but owie.

"We had a beautiful magic love there What a sad beautiful tragic love affair" "And time Is taking its sweet time erasing you"

"Everything Has Changed" but it's just those two lines as Damon's thoughts upon meeting Enzo for the first time in Augustine. 1/10

"All I know is a simple name And everything has changed"

ALBUM 4. 1989.

"Blank Space" because a little bit crazy and toxic Denzo is one of my favourite flavours. 5/10

"So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane" "I get drunk on jealousy But you'll come back each time you leave 'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream"

"Style" for the same reason as above. 3/10

"Could end in burning flames or paradise Fade into view, oh It's been a while since I have even heard from you" "And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I Know exactly where it leads, but I Watch us go 'round and 'round each time"

"Out of the Woods" as a whole, but specifically these lines because OUCH. 6/10

"Remember when we couldn't take the heat? I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free" But the monsters turned out to be just trees When the sun came up you were looking at me"

"All You Had to Do Was Stay" for angsty purposes, once again post-Augustine and from Enzo's point of view. 5/10

"Hey, all you had to do was stay Had me in the palm of your hand Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?"

"I Wish You Would" 5/10 for Enzo angst.

"I wish you would come back"

"I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live"

"We're a crooked love In a straight line down Makes you wanna run and hide"

"Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore"

Basically all of "Bad Blood" which makes a lot of sense. 10/10

"'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done Now we got problems And I don't think we can solve 'em You made a really deep cut" "Did you have to do this? I was thinking that you could be trusted Did you have to ruin What was shining? Now it's all rusted" "Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times You and I" "Now did you think it all through? All these things will catch up to you And time can heal, but this won't So if you come in my way, just don't"

"Wildest Dreams" 8/10 maybe even a 9/10 because, again, this is my favourite flavour of Denzo to daydream about.

"He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought Heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever" "He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins" "I said, "No one has to know what we do"" "Nothing lasts forever But this is getting good now" "You'll see me in hindsight Tangled up with you all night Burning it down Someday when you leave me I bet these memories Follow you around"

This part of "How You Get the Girl" just makes me think strongly about both Damon's and Enzo's persistence to stick by the other, no matter what has happened in the past (and even because of the past). 3/10

"And then you say I want you for worse or for better I would wait for ever and ever Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever"

"This Love" has some haunted Damon vibes but from Enzo's point of view. 6/10

"High tide came and brought you in And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will Skies grew darker Currents swept you out again And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone In silent screams In wildest dreams I never dreamed of this This love is good This love is bad This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me"

"I Know Places" satisfies the Murder Husbands side of Denzo fairly well, with them on their murder spree but trying to hide at the same time. 7/10

"Baby, I know places we won't be found and They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down 'Cause I, I know places we can hide I know places" "Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it My love"

"Wonderland" is kind of perfect for their murder spree actually. Those last two lines also feel kind of Augustine-era because 'Wonderland' could be an interesting metaphor for that. 7/10

"Flashing lights and we Took a wrong turn and we Fell down a rabbit hole You held on tight to me 'Cause nothing's as it seems And spinning out of control" "We found Wonderland You and I got lost in it And we pretended it could last forever" "So we went on our way Too in love to think straight All alone, or so it seemed But there were strangers watching And whispers turned to talking And talking turned to screams" "I reached for you But you were gone" "You search the world for something else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad"

"You Are in Love" AUGUSTINE. And that last one makes me think of the scene where Damon changes his mind about killing Aaron and he and Enzo are just out on the road, and you can see it on both their face. 7/10

"One look, dark room Meant just for you Time moved too fast You play it back" "You can hear it in the silence" "And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough"

"New Romantics" is a fun Denzo vibe in a kind of twisted way when you think about these lines as Damon leaving Enzo. 5/10

"We're all here The lights and noise are blinding We hang back It's all in the timing It's poker He can't see it in my face But I'm about to play my Ace "We need love But all we want is danger We team up Then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But honey, most of them are true" "Please leave me stranded It's so romantic"

ALBUM 5. REPUTATION. (This'll be fun.)

"Ready For It" is SUCH a Denzo song, I mean, COME ON. 8/10

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom Holdin' him for ransom"

"I see nothing better, I keep him forever Like a vendetta-ta"

"But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist And we'll move to an island, and

And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor Every lover known in comparison is a failure I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now Never be the same now, now"

"End Game" okay for some Denzo reunion angst. 3/10

"Reconnected when we were little bit older Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders" "And you understand the good and bad" "For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny"

I declare "I Did Something Bad" to be Damon's theme song. 8/10

"I can feel the flames on my skin Crimson red paint on my lips"

"They say I did something bad But why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could It just felt so good, good" "This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left" "I can feel the flames on my skin He says, "Don't throw away a good thing""

"Don't Blame Me" is a 10/10 Denzo Murder Husbands son.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right" "Something happened for the first time, in The darkest little paradise Shakin, pacin', I just need you" "For you, I would cross the line I would waste my time I would lose my mind They say, "She's He's gone too far this time"" "And baby, for you, I (I) would (would) fall from grace"

"Delicate" my GOD, the beauty of this song paired with post-Augustine Denzo. 8/10

"My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me We can't make any promises Now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink" "Just think of the fun things we could do 'Cause I like you" "Handsome, you're a mansion with a view Do the girls back home touch you like I do?" "Stay here, honey, I don't want to share" "Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

"Look What You Made Me Do" is an Enzo song. We may have just found his theme song as well. 8/10

"I don't like your little games" "The role you made me play of the fool No, I don't like you" "But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined"

Okay, but "So It Goes..." is THEIR song now. I know I've said that like three times now, but I MEAN it. 9/10

"See you in the dark All eyes on you, my magician" "You make everyone disappear, and Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings Back against the wall" "'Cause we breakdown a little But when you get me alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it" "And all the pieces fall Right into place Getting caught up in a moment Lipstick Blood on your face So it goes I'm yours to keep And I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl boy But I do bad things with you So it goes" "Met you in a bar All eyes on me, your illusionist All eyes on us I make all your gray days clear" "You did a number on me But honestly, baby, who's counting? I did a number on you But honestly, baby, who's counting?"

"Gorgeous" because Enzo will pine forever. 5/10

"Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die"

"And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way"

"You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have"

"Getaway Car" for angsty Augustine reasons. But also Murder Husbands. 5/10

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes"

""X" marks the spot where we fell apart"

"Don't pretend it's such a mystery Think about the place where you first met me Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart Should've known I'd be the first to leave Think about the place where you first met me"

"It was the great escape, the prison break The light of freedom on my face"

"We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (Oh-oh) Until I switched to the other side To the other side It's no surprise I turned you in (Oh-oh) 'Cause us traitors never win"

"King of My Heart" this specific part again makes me think of them meeting up on that road in the middle of the night, and the look that they give each other after killing Aaron where they literally look a second away from kissing. 2/10

"Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep Change my priorities The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury"

"Dancing With Our Hands Tied" is such a beautiful song and while the whole thing doesn't fit with them, the parts that do just fit so well. 7/10

"I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason Oh, twenty-five years old" "People started talking, putting us through our paces I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I had a bad feeling" "I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us" "I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted" "Swaying as the room burned down"

These first five lines of "Dress" from Enzo's point of view, and the last two in Damon's. 6/10

"They've got no idea about me and you"

"All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you"

"Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified"

"Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about"

"Flashback when you met me"

"Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me Flashback to my mistakes"

"Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me"

"This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things" 2/10

"It was so nice being friends again There I was giving you a second chance But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand" "And here's to you 'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do"

"New Year's Day" for some post-Aaron murder husbands vibes. 3/10

"There's glitter on the floor after the party"

"You and me from the night before"

"But I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes"

"Hold on to the memories They will hold on to you"

ALBUM 7. LOVER.

Starting with "I Forgot That You Existed" the first line is from Enzo's point of view, then the rest are from Damon's, of course, and how he turned off his humanity to leave him in Augustine. 5/10

"How many days did I spend Thinkin' 'bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?"

"But then something happened one magical night

I forgot that you existed And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't And it was so nice So peaceful and quiet

I forgot that you existed It isn't love, it isn't hate It's just indifference"

"Cruel Summer" 1/10

"Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes What doesn't kill me makes me want you more" "He looks up grinning like a devil"

"Lover" from Enzo's point of view because we need some fluff and sweetness 2/10

"Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?" "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?" "My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover"

"The Archer" has more Enzo vibes than Denzo, but some of the lines fit in nicely for them, so I'll include it. 3/10

"Dark side, I search for your dark side" "The room is on fire, invisible smoke"

"I've been the archer, I've been the prey Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?" "'Cause all of my enemies started out friends Help me hold onto you"

"I Think He Knows" just for this one part because it once again just screams that night on the road, and Enzo convincing Damon to come along with him. 1/10

"So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

"Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince" because Danzo running off together is one of my favourite things, and also sad, pining Damon phoning Enzo begging him to run away with him. 1/10

"We're so sad, we paint the town blue Voted most likely to run away With you" "And I don't want you to (go) I don't really wanna (fight) 'Cause nobody's gonna (win) I think you should come home"

"Paper Rings" again because them running away together makes me very happy, this time with a side of pining Enzo. 2/10

"I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy"

"Cornelia Street" just for a sliver of angst. 1/10

"And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends" "That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend"

"Death By A Thousand Cuts" for some more Augustine/post-Augustine angst, mostly from Enzo's point of view, but the second line is more Damon. 2/10

"Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts" "I get drunk, but it's not enough" "I look through the windows of this love Even though we boarded them up Chandelier's still flickering here 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not It's death by a thousand cuts" "Gave you too much but it wasn't enough But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts"

"London Boy" because Damon loves the English as much as Taylor does. 3/10

"But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives" "He likes my American smile Like a child when our eyes meet"

"False God" mainly for the last one because I can already see a future gifset with those lyrics over the scene of Damon telling Enzo to leave him. 2/10

"We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work" "But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness Got the wine for you" "And you can't talk to me when I'm like this Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you"

Listen to "Afterglow" and think of Damon. Think of Damon in the moments before turning off his humanity. Think of Damon right before Enzo turns off his own humanity and begging him not to leave him, even though he thinks he would deserve it if he did. 9/10

"Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say" "Hey It's all me in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you I need to say, hey It's all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow" "It's so excruciating to see you low Just wanna lift you up and not let you go This ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh" "Tell me that you're still mine Tell me that we'll be just fine Even when I lose my mind I need to say Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart"

"Me!" because this particular verse fits both of them, really. 4/10

"I know that I went psycho on the phone I never leave well enough alone And trouble's gonna follow where I go"

"It's Nice To Have A Friend" God okay thinking about them with this song makes me feel many things mainly because it's such a soft song. 3/10

"Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

It's nice to have a friend"

"Daylight" a lot of the lyrics to this one remind me of Damon, specifically the second verse I've included and the third one, and the fourth one's bit about breathing in the smoke of course makes me think of Augustine. 5/10

"My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in" "There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye" "I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight" "I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke"

ALBUM 8. FOLKLORE.

"The 1" from Enzo's point of view because he just couldn't leave Damon alone after Augustine and everything they went through, he still wanted to be in his life. 3/10

"And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one" "If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?" "And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time"

"Cardigan" + Denzo is a recipe for some light angst, especially when put into the contest of Damon regretting everything he put Enzo through and then trying desperately to save him the second time around. 4/10

"You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'" "Marked me like a bloodstain, I I knew you Tried to change the ending Peter losing Wendy" "I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long"

"Exile" Because who doesn't want even more angst regarding Damon's betrayal, and his regret and determination not to repeat history? And some angst from Enzo with the fifth verse. 6/10

"I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending" "Now I'm in exile, seein' you out" "Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me" "Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches Those eyes add insult to injury" "I'm not your problem anymore So who am I offending now?" "We always walked a very thin line You didn't even hear me out (you didn't even hear me out)"

"My Tears Ricochet" tell me this entire song doesn't scream their love story in an unheard ghostly telling from a bitter Enzo? 10/10

"We gather here, we line up Weepin' in a sunlit room, and If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe All the hell you gave me? 'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'Til my dying day" "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And you're the hero flying around, saving face And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed" "You know I didn't want to have to haunt you But what a ghostly scene" "And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones" "You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears" "And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years"

"August" That middle one is making me feel things because hope really was all they were living for in Augustine. 3/10

"But I can see us lost in the memory" "Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all"

"'Cause you weren't mine to lose You weren't mine to lose, no"

"This Is Me Trying" Damon's point of view. Need I say more? 4/10

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that" "And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that" "And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you"

"Illicit Affairs" 2/10

"And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance" "And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times"

"Invisible String" because I agree that isn't it just so pretty to think that Damon and Enzo were always meant to continuously find their way back to each other? It always felt like the universe must be against them in some way, and then they miraculously make their way back to each other again whether through persistence or simple patience. 3/10

"And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?" "Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine" "Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you"

"Mad Woman" Enzo deserves to be bitter every now and then. 3/10

"What did you think I'd say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill and you know I will You know I will" "Now I breathe flames each time I talk" "They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't"

"Epiphany" These lines had some soldier vibes to them and that just fits Enzo's whole mentality towards Augustine really well. 3/10

"With you, I serve With you, I fall down, down Watch you breathe in Watch you breathing out, out" "Only 20 minutes to sleep But you dream of some epiphany Just one single glimpse of relief"

"Betty" okay so the first part is obviously Damon, as is the last one, but the two in the middle are Enzo right before reuniting with Damon. 4/10

"The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you" "But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself?" "But it's finally sinkin' in Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again" "The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you"

"Peace" something about these lyrics in a Denzo context make me feel things, specifically through Damon's point of view. 6/10

"I never had the courage of my convictions As long as danger is near And it's just around the corner, darling 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace" "All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" "And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches" "But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me"

"Hoax" Angst upon angst, from switching point of views, but both very Augustine based. 5/10

"My best laid plan Your sleight of hand My barren land I am ash from your fire" "You knew it still hurts underneath my scars From when they pulled me apart But what you did was just as dark Darling, this was just as hard As when they pulled me apart"

"The Lakes" the general vibe of this song gives me so many denzo fic ideas, specifically something really soft and wistful, but these lines actually do fit in a bit with canon and how Enzo wanted Damon to go with him. 4/10

"Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you" "I'm setting off, but not without my muse No, not without you"

ALBUM 9. EVERMORE.

"Willow" starts us off with some wistful vibes, mainly from Enzo once again just wanting Damon, but ALSO from Damon willing to literally go anywhere for Enzo, just so long as he doesn't lose him again. 3/10

"Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man" "Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark"

"gold rush" I only included this one because these lines give me heavy Odyssey vibes and I can't just ignore that when talking about Damon and Enzo. 2/10

"Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in"

"'tis the damn season" 3/10

"There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me But if it's all the same to you It's the same to me"

"You can run, but only so far I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me"

(You already covered "tolerate it" so I can skip that one but it is one of my favourites for them)

"happiness" that third section from Enzo's point of view kills me. 5/10

"There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true" "Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime Leave it all behind" "I can't make it go away by making you a villain I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in Heaven" "After giving you the best I had Tell me what to give after that All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness"

"dorothea" 1/10

"Do you ever stop and think about me?" "It's never too late To come back to my side"

"coney island" for some regretful Damon. 6/10

"And if this is the long haul How'd we get here so soon? Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you?" "Will you forgive my soul When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?" "Did I leave you hanging every single day?" "Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray?"

"ivy" that last part hurts a little too much 4/10

"Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand" "I'd live and die for moments that we stole On begged and borrowed time" "So yeah, it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it"

"cowboy like me" more Augustine angst. 7/10

"I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one" "You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear" "You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it" "And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to mess this up"

"marjorie" because ANGST 6/10

"And if I didn't know better I'd think you were talking to me now If I didn't know better I'd think you were still around What died didn't stay dead What died didn't stay dead You're alive, you're alive in my head"

"closure" but from Enzo's point of view. 8/10

"It's been a long time And seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain It wasn't right The way it all went down" "Don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled I'm fine with my spite" "I know I'm just a Wrinkle in your new life Staying friends Would iron it out so nice Guilty, guilty reaching out across the sea That you put between you and me But it's fake And it's oh so unnecessary"

"evermore" oh the pain of Enzo clinging to thoughts of Damon so as to not lose his humanity in Augustine. 4/10

"And when I was shipwrecked (can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (all the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (to be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (whether weather be the frost) To get me through (or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) But I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there"

"right where you left me" is another wonderfully angsty song when put into Enzo's perspective in Augustine. 9/10

"But I'm right where you left me Matches burn after the other Pages turn and stick to each other" "Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"" "Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared" "Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever"

"And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong

I'm right where you left me"

"it's time to go" so the first part is Damon convincing himself that leaving Enzo in Augustine was the right thing to do for himself, and then the other two parts are Enzo's point of view. 5/10

"Sometimes giving up is the strong thing Sometimes to run is the brave thing Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing 15 years, 15 million tears Begging 'til my knees bled I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all" "Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones Praying to his greed He's got my past frozen behind glass"

And from the vault, we begin with "You All Over Me" because this part just has Damon and Enzo written all over it. 7/10

"I lived, and I learned Had you, got burned Held out, and held on God knows, too long And wasted time, lost tears Swore that I'd get out of here But no amount of freedom gets you clean I've still got you all over me"

I don't even need to list the exact lyrics from "Mr. Perfectly Fine" that reminds me of Damon and Enzo because let's be honest, it's the entire song. 10/10 for angst and emotion.

"We Were Happy"another little dose of angst but with a touch of wistfulness to it, I'm feeling in Enzo's perspective. 6/10

"No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark" "Oh, I hate those voices Tellin' me I'm not in love anymore But they don't give me choices"

"That's When" very much makes me think about when Enzo found out Damon killed Maggie and decided to turn off his humanity rather than hate him. (Aside from the line at the end because that is basically what Enzo asked Damon when they reunited for the first time.) 9/10

"You said, "I know" When I said, "I need some time, need some space To think about all of this" You watched me go And I knew my words were hard to hear And harder to ever take back And I said, "When can I come back?"" "I said, "I know" When you said, "I did you wrong, made mistakes And put you through all of this" (through all of this) Then through the phone Came all your tears And I said "Leave those all in our past"" "And you said, "Honestly When you were gone, did you ever think of me?""

"Don't You" painful but fitting for how Enzo felt when reuniting with Damon. 9/10

"But don't you, don't you Smile at me and ask me how I've been Don't you say you've Missed me if you don't want me again You don't know how much I feel I love you still

So why don't you, don't you?" "Sometimes I wish that I could hate you I've tried, but that's just somethin' I can't do My heart knows what the truth is I swore I wouldn't do this" "So I'll walk out of here tonight Try to go on with my life And you can say we're still friends (But I don't wanna pretend)"

Once again, basically all of "Better Man" fits them, I recommend just listening to the whole song and picturing Enzo talking about/to Damon. 9/10

"Run" Murder Husbands on a roadtrip. 9/10

"We shouldn't be in this town And my so-called friends, they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go So give me a reason and don't say no, no There's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote "I'll wait for you" "And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run"

And so that concludes our list of Taylor Swift songs written for Damon and Enzo! It is much longer than I actually thought it was going to be, but here we are. I'm just surprised Tumblr hasn't crashed in the (6-hour) process of me writing this.

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synopsis: you’ve been at jaehyun’s “secret” flat for a while now. you’re not quite sure how long, he says time passes differently here. not that you mind. you’re healing and there’s nothing you have wrong with that. having been away form everything that was bad for you, you’re coming to realise that things really were better with jaehyun. and no matter how many times he tries to tell you, he knows you have to come to that conclusion yourself.

tl;dr: you heal under jaehyun’s caring gaze.

genre: fantasy!au, kind of domestic!au, magic!jaehyun, fluff, smut, fem!reader

warnings: smut in the forms of kissing, titplay, basically motorboats oc, brief nipple play, heavy petting/fondling, grinding (?), oral (male recieving), jaehyun can’t hold his load oops, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), creampie, brief cumplay lmao jaehyun is the teeniest bit kinky

other: jaehyun is my soft boi, wanna smooch and cuddle in his pastel coloured sweats, i’m british so he lives in a flat, soft smut… almost r*mantic,,, jaehyun is a boob man; do what you will with that B), jaehyun uses pet names bc i think it would be sickly sweet leaving his lips, time is relevant so i can do what i want with this thanks xox

wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: this is a continuation from the last chapter. i split it bc i needed inspo lmao so once again, not happy with how it ended previously so i had to write more. admittedly, it was origianlly one long piece but i realised i wanted to add more depth to when they’re living together (basically) so i split it therefore enabling me to write what i wanted about them being cute and stuff. yeah.

You had been given a wheelchair by the hospital but had refused to use it, wanting to prove that you were okay, to yourself and Jaehyun. He had convinced you to stay in it as you left the hospital to please the staff on your way out but you had point-blank refused when you made it to the small block of flats he said he lived in. After walking two steps from the car you let out a whimper and gave in to his incessant pleas to get you to sit in the wheelchair.

Oddly, there had been no one in the foyer and you hadn’t bumped into anyone in the hallway in front of the lift. He had helped you when you made it into the flat, moving you over to the sofa where you melted into the plush cushions of the seat.

On the way here, the two of you had already argued about where you were going to stay, him insisting on not leaving you alone and you insisting that you’d be okay at a friends place. In the end, he promised to contact your friends and family to tell them you were spending a little time away (you wouldn’t let him tell them you had been to the hospital). After all, he had saved you when you needed it most.

Your cracked lips remained tightly sealed as he folded the wheelchair away and tucked it behind a cupboard where it wasn’t in your direct line of sight.

You decide to look around, wanting to take up some time and to avoid looking him directly in the eye.

The flat was… cosy. It looked lived in, all the trinkets and small collages stuck up on the walls drawing your attention away from the shelves stacked with potted plants. Everything about the room seemed to tie together with another aspect of the flat. You couldn’t help but wonder why he had a place like this.

He notices your inquisitive look, “It’s supposed to be a secret. Though almost everyone important knows this is where they’ll find me if I disappear without an explanation.” Jaehyun moves towards the small kitchenette, fetching a glass of water befoer placing it on a coaster on the glass coffee table by your legs.

You wait for a second, acknolwedging the glass of iced water, then look up, meeting his hesitant gaze, “Everything’s green.”

It wasn’t a deep green either, more like a soft earthy green. Maybe a sage colour, but you were mostly going off of the presence of the plants and the colour of the sofa. Some of the counters in his one-person kitchen were a soft green, accented with wood countertops and a pastel fridge. It was soothing on your eyes, you had to admit.

He nods, unsure what you’re getting at, “Yeah…?”

“The first and second time I met you, you exclusively wore red. And it was glittery,” you point out, one wordlessly eyebrow raised.

He tilts his head, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he stuffs his hands in his jogging bottom pockets, rattling his keys in his pockets, “Just because I wear red doesn’t mean my whole life revolves around that primary colour.”

You roll your eyes and lean back into the sofa cushion, tenderly crossing your arms, “Well, no. I guess not,” you let your headrest on a pillow he slips behind your neck discreetly, “I suppose… I just assumed that you did,” you shrug your shoulders, “wasn’t something I gave much thought to.”

Jaehyun kicks off his trainers and throws his keys into a bowl on the kitchen counter. You could probably stick your arm over the back of the sofa and touch the pillar that separated the two areas if you tried hard enough adn weren’t brusied all over. He’s got a small smile on his face that brings his dimples out as he makes his way over to sit on the sofa with you, letting himself fall haphazardly onto the cushions. “So you thought about me, even a little.”

Ignoring his comment, you take in his flat to its fullest. You weren’t wrong, this man lived in a green, cottagecore aesthetic in his off-time. Admittedly you were a big fan of the wall of shelves stacked with different plants, mostly succulents and cactus -- the odd spine of a book eeking through -- and you even enjoyed the small desk that was home to a few depictions of watercolour flowers. Your eyes fall on the black figure, slinking under the legs of the glass coffee table pitched in front of you, making you flinch as you suppressed your reflex to jump; it was only a cat.

A cat man. Of course, he was.

Jaehyun’s eyes follow yours, “That’s Prim. She likes to keep to herself. Occasionally she curls up with me.”

“You made it sound like you rarely come here.”

“Mhm.”

“You have a cat.”

“I have a cat,” he affirms.

Prim disappears around the pillar into the kitchen. Jaehyun must’ve put down some food for her because you can hear her softly eating followed briefly by the sound of her lapping at a bowl of water.

“And plants.”

“Those too.” He’s not sure where you’re going with this, neither were you, but he was humouring it, seeing it through to the end if he got ot be in your presence longer.

Your eyes go back to wandering around the room, watching how the sun dips in between the curtains and cascades through the room. You had sat in the seat closest to the entrance, meaning Jaehyun’s back was to the window as he faced you while you were talking. He was still dressed in the outfit you assumed he slept in at the hospital. You were dressed in the same clothes you had gone in with, having had to change out of the gown they had provided when you left.

He looked so effortlessly pretty. It made you want to cry.

You suck in a breath and say, “I’m a little tired. Can I sleep… anywhere?”

He nods and jumpts to his feet before helping you to yours. Slowly, you make your way down the hall, almost all of your weight is beared on Jaehyun. He’s practically carrying you but neither of you mention it. It was only a small flat, something you couldn’t wrap your head around when he could probably have anything he liked, and so it only had one bedroom.

Initially, you had put up a fight but he simply said he wasn’t tired and there was a box room he could get a bed into if the sofa wasn’t comfortable enough (it was but you weren’t okay with the fact that he was giving up his bed). You lay on your side, a body pillow supporting your small frame. You were so tense, worried about Soobin and Dan-ah and Mina and your Mum and Dad and Hyejin as she was probably the only friend of yours who regularly checked in. There was so much running through your mind and you almost don’t notice Jaehyun’s soft palm gripping yours, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had seen the anxious look on your face and had guessed that you were psychoanalysing everything in your head, cogs turning. He wanted to subtly draw you out from your thoughts... so he let a little of his power surge through his fingertips and into your palm, hoping it was enough to make you woozy.

Without much thought to it, you rested your head on his pillow and fell asleep.

Jaehyun stays, for a minute or two, holding your hand until your grip weakens, your breathing becomes heavier and your chest goes into a steady rise and fall. He watches, as you lay, unbothered by the world outside. You looked at peace. At home.

Was this the first time you had been able to wind down like this?

He sighs, wriggling his hand from under yours and gets up to leave before he pulls a brown monochrome blanket over your frame. A slight frown etches itself on your forehead as your fingers twitch, looking for the hand Jaehyun had slipped away, before you subconsciously grip the blanket and curl into it instead, the frown erasing itself from your face, leaving you looking at peace once again.

You wake up to the sun going down outside, a blanket covering your body and pillows squished underneath to support your body.

You’re tender. That’s safe to say.

The room was airy; Jaehyun had left the window on the latch and the door cracked open so as to not make it stuffy. Glancing around, you notice the simplicity of it. Bed, side table, lamp and wardrobe. It differed massively from the rest of his flat. Maybe he hadn’t gotten around to decorating substantially in here.

You get up, perching yourself on the edge of the bed before making your way out of the room. Shuffling along, you cling to the wall as you know full well you shouldn’t be venturing around by yourself and make your way to the living room, “Jaehyun?” you call. The calling stops when you spot Jaehyun with an open book lying in his lap while he snores lightly, passed out on the sofa. The corners of your mouth twitch, curling into a smile at the sight of him so peaceful.

You hold out your arm, inspecting the bandage on it. You sigh, “I need a shower.”

You turn back, headed towards what you assumed was the bathroom. The door creaks open; thankfully, you were correct. There are fresh towels hanging on the rack and a laundry basket sits tucked into the corner. Stripping from your clothes gingerly, you turn on the shower. While it warms up you unwrap your bandages and softly poke the back of your head. You’re probably not supposed to submerge it yet so you work with what you can. The shower itself was a standalone that had frosted glass wrapped around it, hiding what was on the inside if anyone were to look in.

The whole ordeal was a show in itself, you carefully moving things about, trying not to knock anything all while trying to do your best with what you’ve got. It wasn’t the best situation in the world but it was the best out of the hand you were dealt. Having not been back to your flat to get anything, you didn’t have any of your usual hair products so you used the products that were already there and a lemon body wash that had been sitting patiently.

Eventually, you finish up with half-washed hair and a mostly clean body. Your fingers had pruned long ago and you took that as a sign to get out of the shower to stop using all the hot water.

You stepped out, and grabbed the towel off of the rack, wrapping yourself in them. They were so soft against your skin. Holding it tightly against your skin you move to stand in the middle of the bathroom. It wasn’t big but it had an oval mirror hanging above the sink. Staring at your reflection for a little, you internally pick apart everything you don’t like.

Staring with the obvious bruises. “I’ll heal,” you tell your reflection, “I won’t degrade myself like that again.” Your fingers brush against your towel-covered ribs, making you flinch. “He won’t do this to me again; I won’t let him,” you pause before whispering, “I’m not going back to him.”

By now, your eyes are watering a little so you sniffle and wipe the forming tears away before they’re given the chance to fall. You deserve better. You know this. “I deserve better. I am worth better.”

In the middle of this, Prim slinks through the crack of the door, making you jump a little. With your hand on your heart, you take deep breaths, watching as she jumps onto the closed toilet seat and sits down on a pile of clothes. A pile of clothes you don’t remember putting there. Your eyes widen at the thought of Jaehyun seeing you naked but then you whip your head to the shower walls, reminding yourself that they’re frosted and he would’ve only been able to see an outline at the most.

Prim purrs, drawing your attention back to her.

She blinks at you. She’s so calm. You reach the backside of your hand out so she can sniff it. After a quick sniff, she turns her head and rubs it into the palm of your hand. You gratefully accept her and let her continue to rub herself on you as you alternate between scratching the underside of her chin and the back of her head. She purrs in content and you let out a quiet giggle.

Jaehyun had been awake for the past ten minutes or so. He’d dug through his drawers, pulling out an old pair of jogging bottoms that he’d bulked out of but never gotten around to throwing out, a pair of clean underwear and a jumper that was currently his size but probably oversized on you. He’d slipped them onto the toilet seat (thank god it was so close to the door) without peeping past the sink and must’ve forgotten to pull the door up all the way on his way out.

He listens to Prim purring and you giggling softly from the safety of his sofa in the living room, a smile making its way onto his face. He had flicked on the table lamp on the end table by the sofa, continuing to read his book – A natural history of Dragons. Not as accurate as he remembers but a little light reading never did anyone any harm.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you looked fresh. Swamped in his jumper and bare feet padding across the panelled flooring. He looks up from his book, noticing you gradually making your way over to him, he jumps up, trying to help you. You looked cute with your sweater paw leaned up against the wall.

He tucks a hand under your armpit for leverage, you turn, a little surprised and open your mouth to say something but can’t bring yourself to when you realise how close your faces are. Jaehyun either doesn’t notice or pretends to not know, making you feel more embarrassed than you thought possible. His musk engulfs you, overriding your senses and you hesitate in your step.

“Oh,” you say, face hot to which you can only pray he doesn’t sense how he caught you off-guard, “you don’t have to–”

“It’s okay,” he whispers softly, hands pulling you into him so he can use his body strength to help too. You feel goosebumps from his caring touch and you wonder about the last time someone treated you like this.

Since when did he become so domestic?

You brush it off and he helps lower you down to the sofa and Prim follows suit, helping herself to your lap as she curls into a ball, letting you run your fingers down her back in a soothing motion.

You could feel the heat rising up your neck at how close the two of you had been, your mind running to months before when you had been close to him. Before, you had been embarrassed about yourself as he was helping you out of the hospital but he had reassured you that you had nothing to worry about – the gentleman that he was – he didn’t want you to feel ashamed. So, you let yourself relax on his plush sofa cushions while he went about making something to eat for the both of you with a grin on his face, knowing all too well what he had inflicted upon you moments ago.

That’s how the next month or so went by. You pushed yourself to your limits, all of your minor injuries healed (somehow), and followed Jaehyun around while Prim followed you. As promised, Jaehyun brought home a bed for the box room to which you insisted on sleeping in since you were the one who was the guest but he had none of it. In the end, he dressed the room up nicely and it ended up looking like it had been there all along.

At first, Jaehyun hadn’t let you do any of the things you offered to do, especially the cooking. He had a large repertoire of recipes up his sleeve and wasn’t letting you do anything to strain yourself.

Your phone had briefly glitched the first time you turned it on, which was odd on a good day.

“Time passes differently here,” he had explained, “Einstein was right about that one; time is relevant. He almost caught us out one time with his research into it but Yuta turned him around and set him back on track again.”

To which he then had to explain to you who Yuta was. He sounded nice, harmless but what got you was the fact that there were more people like Jaehyun. You had yet to meet more than the man who stood in front of you as he explained that to you.

Weeks into your stay, he took you round to your place, helped you pick up your things and also helped you leave a thick layer of red glitter all over your now ex-boyfriend’s penthouse. He deserved it. According to Jaehyun, your ex was in the process of moving out, as per Jaehyun’s convincing argumentative skills.

You rang some of your family and friends, asking after them and telling them you were okay after it was established between you that you and Soobin were no longer together but the most heartbreaking one was between you and your niece. She had been there, she knew now, even if you didn’t want her too, she knew. You could only pray that it slowly faded from her memory, for her sake more than yours, as she grew older.

According to Hyejin (when she rambled to you on the phone as she bawled, bless her), Soobin had been given the sack and lost most of what he owned. He’d also been sporting a black eye for two weeks after you got out of the hospital. She had been the first person you rang but the small detail had slipped your mind until later that night. You tried not to outright weep tears of joy, knowing that he’d had even the tiniest bit of his own medicine fed back to him, followed suit by you quizzing Jaehyun to which he hid his knuckles behind his back as he walked in with a tray of sushi that had been delivered tonight as a treat before your anime marathon.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t seen him,” he throws his keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter after toeing off his shoes in the entrance of his flat.

Having had time to heal, you pull yourself to tuck your legs underneath you as you look over the back of the sofa. “Jaehyun,” you warn. Prim materialises from the depths of Jaehyun’s bedsheets, where you had left her earlier, to greet her beloved owner. She purrs against his leg and he leans down to scratch behind her ear.

“Y/n,” he says back, trying his best to match your tone.

Your eyes follow Prim, closely watching as she jumps onto the kitchen counter and paws at the key-bowl. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth you nibble until you can form a sentence that wouldn’t betray you when it left the corners of your mind.

Thinking about it, you decide against arguing with him on it. If he was lying it wasn’t something that was going to stop you from hanging around him, so why push it? Because you wanted to know why. “You were out a while after you texted me you’d finished food shopping the other day, where’d you go?”

Jaehyun glances at you, his hair stood slightly on end as if he’d been running his hand through it, possibly one too many times. It was shorter than when you had first come into his care – you’d helped him one day to trim it. You’d also insisted that he let you do it because you used to cut your hair in the bathroom mirror. ‘Not the same,’ he had said but he had handed you the scissors all the same. He was still dressing for comfort, something that you appreciated when the evening came and the tv turned on. It was a small flat which meant a small-ish sofa. He wasn’t against wrapping an arm around you and the two of you had been known to fall asleep to a movie or two in recent weeks.

“Went to work, briefly. Gotta make sure everything’s on schedule; they’d practically die without me to ditto everything they’re already sure of,” he flashes you a grin that his dimples can’t escape, “it’s nice to be home.”

You murmur a response.

Scattering away, Jaehyun has a shower after being out and gets dressed quickly to return to you. He walks over to the kitchen, deciding to grab some things for the evening.

His back is turned to you now, he’s grabbing a couple of drinks from the fridge, the glow of the light illuminating his face.

“I missed you.”

You… what?

The pounding of your heart against your ribcage was deafening. Had you just said that out loud? He turns to meet your frantic gaze, waiting for your response. He can barely breathe out the response, “I missed you too.”

He grins, sinking himself into the space next to you and slings his arm over the back, his hand resting close to your neck. “Awh, did you really?”

Your body practically recoils, turning back on itself, “No. I just wanted you to bring ice cream; I’ve been craving it all week.”

Instantly you regret your choice as he frowns slightly and turns away.

You’re forced to think about the countless nights you’d spent curled up in his bed, some of them the result of you weeping into one of his many pastel sweatshirts you adorned about your failed relationship with Soobin, others about how you had neglected to tell your family and friends about the situation you had been in for almost a year by the time Jaehyun had pulled you away from it. Most nights, Jaehyun heard you, upset and alone in the dark. In the beginning, he wasn’t sure what to do about it, part of him knowing that he should leave you to heal but the other part of him screaming that he shouldn’t let you suffer alone – shouldn’t let you think you’re in this alone when you’re most certainly not where he’s concerned.

The first time he had left you, not sure he had heard correct when he came back from work, groggy from the use of his powers and feeling like he needed to faceplant his pillow from the exhaustion. You had stopped, little sniffles being masked by the vibrations of Prim’s purring against your body where she had hopped up on the bed to comfort you, when you thought Jaehyun was listening, hoping that he would leave you to hurt for a short while longer.

He had sensed your hesitation and made his way to the shower, deciding he needed to be fresh for the next morning.

He was oddly caring. Not that it was odd for someone to care but it was odd for someone to care this much and for the person to be Jaehyun was the cherry on top.

Turning back to face you, he grins, “Wanna watch that anime you were telling me about? I googled it last night and read some forums; apparently it’s good.”

Your eyes light up, “Sword Art Online? Yes please.”

Jaehyun shakes his head, chuckling to himself at how eager you are. He loved when you showed interest in things like this. His auburn hair falls into his eyes as he skims through whatever application he had pulled up (Netflix; no chill) while you weren’t looking and he breathes softly through his nose, concentrating on the screen in front of him.

Once again, you were studying him. It had been a long time since you had arrived. Time is relevant, true, but how much time is too much time?

The sun had set an hour or so ago now and you had already eaten some of the takeaway earlier as neither of you had been interested in cooking. You wondered if he knew how the table lamp accentuated his face, the soft hue acting like his usual haze when he was in his suit – which you learned was the reason he practical glowed as he had since told you there was magic twined into the thread it was sewed together with – and made him look angelic. You wondered if he knew the camel sweats he was wearing made you want to cuddle him and nuzzle your nose into his side, somewhere that you felt more than safe to be. You wondered if he knew how much you liked it here and how you were apprehensive about going back to the real world full time.

You’d been out, of course, he couldn’t confine you to his flat even if he wanted to but he always made sure that there were the correct precautions in place. He was always here, anyway, choosing you over everything else so there was rarely a time where you could go out without him. Smiling to yourself, you remind yourself that you don’t think you’d want to go by yourself when there’s a perfectly good Jaehyun waiting for you.

His hair fell in soft waves on his forehead, and his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out why he couldn’t find Sword Art Online for you two to watch. The two of you had fallen into a routine, he pats his leg, signalling for you to lay your head down on his lap as he pulls a pillow from behind him for you to rest your head on.

Shifting your body, careful of your ribs still, you lay down and wrap a hand under his leg for leverage, being sure to keep it closer to the back of his knee than his thigh as it was easier to curl your hand. He didn’t mind because when you sat and watched horror movies you would squeeze his leg in anticipation for a jump scare of sorts. He thought it was cute.

Eventually, he finds it, “Here we go,” he mumbles, clicking on the first episode. You settle in, pushing your face further into the cushion as Jaehyun lets his hand rest on your shoulder, somewhere safe for him to touch. His other hand plays with your hair absentmindedly as the episode begins, showing the people who had been waiting for the game to come out so that they could play it.

It remains like this, you making comments here and there, ooh’s and ah’s coming form both of you as you talk about the episode before it rolls over to the next one. At one point, he says something that makes you sit up completely, throwing him off as your warmth leaves his body.

“Did you just suggest that Kirito could be –”

His eyes widen, “I merely suggested that he –”

You scowl, pout and cross your arms, your cardigan falling off your shoulder at an angle, “No! You said what you said. It’s out there now, in the cosmos, for all to judge. You can’t take it back.”

He’s looking at you, first with shock but then with an expectant look. All you were doing was arguing over anime. You’re not sure you remember seeing him like this, eyes filled with something you cannot describe. Is this what being loved feels like? The flying thought catches you off guard and you hold your breath. He wonders if you know that’s how he’s feeling, how he’s seeing you. The rose-tinted filter settled in and he was determined to keep it that way for a long time.

Jaehyun had got dressed after his shower into a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and joined you on the sofa while you were watching the back end of a drama you had been meaning to watch for months before you had switched over to anime. It was your thing; watching anime together.

His hand reaches to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek and fingers splaying down to reach your neck and brings his face closer to yours, making your breath hitch. The last time you had been like this neither of you were thinking in coherent thoughts. At this point, you’d spent months with him, hiding from your family and friends – only partially as you had wanted to gain your confidence back again and go back with a real job.

His hair was still drying on the ends where he hadn’t bothered to towel dry it. It brushed against your forehead as he brought his forehead to rest on yours, savouring the moment.

Breathily, you manage to say his name.

He hums in response, eyes trained diligently on your lips, waiting for your response. He doesn’t notice how you watch him watching you, he’s enamoured. He loved when you looked like this. So carefree. So pure. So… pretty.

“Kiss me.”

He doesn’t wait any longer.

Lips centimetres form yours, he gives you the opportunity to change your mind but you bring your lips to his, not wanting to drag this out any longer. His fingers stay on your face while your hands have yet to find somewhere to be placed – something that Jaehyun notices – so he picks up your hand and curls it around the back of his neck before wrapping his own around the small of your back, a smirk finding its home on his face.

Feeling more confident, you bring your free hand to splay across his cheek, thumb mindlessly rubbing the dip where his dimple becomes prominent. His hair stands on end on the back of his neck, the sensation of your fingers brushing his face so calmly as he pulls your lower lip between his having caused goosebumps to form down his arms.

Secretly, he was glad he was wearing his sweatshirt so that you couldn’t see how sensitive he was to you.

Jaehyun leans gradually away and you chase his lips, not wanting to forget the feeling any time soon. All of the time you had spent with Soobin and yet none of the moments you had shared felt like this. It made your heart pound and the butterflies were making their way up, tickling your diaphragm as you struggle to breathe.

“Y/n,” he begins, lids heavy and forehead pressed to yours. He’s not really sure what he wants to say… how does one express the euphoria they feel from finally doing the right thing and knowing it’s the right thing? Because that’s how Jaehyun felt. You knew he wanted to say something so you lightly prompt him.

“Jae… what are you thinking?”

His lids close and he bumps his nose with yours, lips parted, “I want to kiss you like that more often.”

You giggle, which throws him off, “Do you?” He looks up to meet your wandering gaze through his lashes, “because I want to kiss you like that more often, too.”

He grins, tightening his grip around your waist, pulling you in until you’re straddling his lap. “Oh yeah? How about I do just that, then.” His lips return to yours. You noticed that Jaehyun’s lips tasted of cherry chapstick, and you loved that, deciding to part the seal of his mouth with your tongue to devour the taste further.

The subtle curve of his lips was something you didn’t want to forget – that was for sure. You work on memorising this feature and lightly tug at the tufts of hair at the back of his head, making him moan into your mouth ever so slightly.

“That was adorable,” you mumble against his lips, lowering yourself so your bum is resting on the heels of your feet either side of his thighs.

His face flushes but he pretends to not notice and instead lets his hands roam until they’re palming the globes of your ass.

This shocks you into action a little, the squeezing fingers forcing you to lift and lean on your knees, breasts pushed up against his chin as you continue to kiss him.

As you slipped your tongue to mingle with his, you decided then and there that you were absolutely in love with kissing him. Possibly smitten, just a tiny bit.

You had worn a tank top and a light cardigan for comfort around the flat, not wanting to pull jeans on and a blouse every morning and instead opting for leggings and light-tees regularly. You weren’t sure what kind of man Jaehyun was, an ass or boob man but something igniting inside you and hardening in his sweatpants told you that you were going to find out pretty damn soon.

Pulling away you offer a small smile at him, he grins, like he knows he’s about to get a present he’s been waiting for ages for. Ironic, considering his job profession.

You bite your lip and let your hands fall down to his arms, running your palms up and down his biceps. By now the episode had rolled over and was about 10 minutes into the next but you and Jaehyun were far too distracted, you figured it would have to wait. It would still be there tomorrow when you could rewatch it and continue your marathon.

His own hands rest below the curve or your breasts, thumbing at the swell.

You dip your head, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before letting your tongue peak out and swirl its way down to his neck. Peppering kisses against his tan skin you pick a spot where he makes the most fuss when you reach it and bruise it with your lips. He groans at the feeling of your lips tainting his skin so skillfully and thinks about how you went to waste on someone like your ex before him. His breathing grows heavy and his fingers run up and down your back in a soothing manner, toying with the hem of your tank top every time his fingers brush the bottom.

“Oh my God,” he breathes out when you’re finished.

You giggle, “What?”

You had slipped your cardigan off, letting it fall in a heap on the floor and hooked your fingers under your shirt before throwing it across the room.

Gazing up at you, you can practically see the hearts spinning around his head. You knew that if this was a Looney Toon cartoon, his eyes would’ve been pounding hearts right about now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs as you press a closed mouth kiss to his jaw, “…pretty girl.”

You were left in a dark pair of leggings and your t-shirt bra. It wasn’t anything fancy (you were here for comfort, for god’s sake) but Jaehyun looked at you like you had put all the stars in the sky yourself, something you were unfamiliar with. Pride swells in your chest and lust swells in your core.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to do something?” You tease. He merely smirks, enjoying what he hasn’t even done yet, and buries his head between your breasts.

You let out a small “Oof” noise and steady yourself on his shoulders. Leaning on your feet normally would’ve been enough but when he stuck his head between your boobs it had knocked you slightly off balance. Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, pressing crescetn moons into his skin, but Jaehyun takes no notice as he noses his way to a fleshy spot and attaches his lips.

“Smell so good,” he’s referring to the perfume you had brought with you when you cleaned out your apartment. “Wanna taste,” he mumbles into your boobs. Your panties dampen at the confession, not knowing completely how to respond without crying out a moan.

Unshockingly so, this was one of the few tinmes you had felt like the only girl in the world, not to quote Rihanna, but it was truly a moment you had no desire to forget any time soon.

Instinctively, your hands retire to the back of his head, pulling him closer whilst he goes to town on a hickey he’s suckling into your skin.

Pulling back, he grins, “Perfect.” He’s admiring his handiwork but it still sends the stupid butterflies contained in your abdomemn stir crazy when his gaze meets yours, filled with lust, love, adoration – whatever you want to call it, his eyes contained it. Lids low and mind focused, his hand snakes behind your body to unhook your bra but you stop him.

In fear of pushing you too far he drops his hand and waits, eyes wide for what had stopped you.

“I-I haven’t – no – I don’t…” you struggle to find the correct words in front of Jaehyun, the cool breeze making you shiver in the slightest.

“What is it, angel?” He brings his hands to your waist, rubbing slow circles to calm you.

“Soobin,” you exhale. It was all Jaehyun needed to know so he took a deep breath.

He’s watching you as he says, “I don’t care. That was then… this is now.”

You nod. His features twist into a smile, images of that night coming back to him, “Plus I already fucked you against the –”

Your hand finds itself pressed across his mouth in the blink of an eye, praying he doesn’t finish that sentence, “I know,” you squeak before emphasising, “I was there.”

He tilts his head and offers a mischievous glint, “I thought you didn’t think I was real, simply a figment of your imagination, if I do remember correctly.”

Groaning, you roll your eyes, “Stop with that! You showed up, dressed in red and in the middle of the night after I’d written a letter that only I could know the contents of. Who’s to say you weren’t an incubus, huh?”

A single eyebrow is raised on his part.

“And you were gone before I woke up,” you mumble against his neck, now enticed by his scent again, “I never told anyone because it sounds wild, right? You have to admit that part at the very least.”

That made him take a second to process, “I never thought of it like that,” he mumbles, pressing feather-light kisses up your arm.

“It was something I thought about for a while,” you meekly replied to his unasked question.

“Well,” he begins, “you don’t have to worry any longer,” and presses his lips to your clavicle, fingers unclasping your bra behind you, this time you let him, sighing into his golden touch, boobs pressed against his chest. He groans at the feeling or your unclothed, hardened nipples cutting in on his pecs. You sling your bra across the room, not giving much thought or care towards where it ended up as there were more pressing matters you cared about.

Your neck is tipped back as his tongue dips to the valley of your breasts, he places an endearing kiss to your sternum and sets his sights onto your nipples.

Hand resting on the nape of his neck, you arch into the feeling of his wet mouth latching onto your nipple, peak caught between his tongue and teeth as he teases you, and tug on his hair.

He savours this, moaning before switching to your other nipple, not wanting to leave one without the same amount of attention. At this point, your panties are embarrassingly soaked from all of the stimulation.

“You’re so good to me,” you whine, not talking about just this very moment. You’re reminiscing about the past couple of months you’ve spent in his care too and something tells you that he knows that too.

He releases your nipple from his lips and glances up at you, “Is that so, angel?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, not sure what he wants you to say or what you should say to keep the mood going, “all the time. Miss you so much because of it,” you pout slightly, not wanting to draw too much from the conversation in case things went sideways.

You bring your hands to his cheeks, resting either side and pinch lightly, toying with him. “Keep me happy,” you state before leaning down to kiss him again. His eyes flutter close and you trail your hands down his abdomen, pressing harder with your nails as you slide them down to the hem of his jumper.

“Off,” you mutter against his lips. He gladly complies, you were topless and it was only fair he comes level with your nakedness. When you part momentarily to lift it over his head, your hungry eyes zone in on how constricted his hardened dick was within the confines of his sweatpants.

Jaehyun notices this, ruffled hair askew and mind now clear from the fog you had bestowed upon him when you had kissed him. He knew what he wanted, did you want it too?

Without hesitation, you palm the outline of his dick over the sweatpants, wanting to see his reaction. You were best pleased when he fights the urge to roll his eyes but bites his lip to stop himself from thrusting into your silky touch. Not that he’d felt that today, just yet.

You stifle a giggle, “Eager, pretty boy.”

One kiss is placed to his lips before you slip off of his lap, knees thudding as they land on the floor. You hook your index fingers around the waistband of his sweats and underpants, the tell-tale Tommy band staring back at you, knowing he would comply but you only pull them down just enough to free his weeping cock.

It springs up, slapping against his abdomen, veins prominent from the grining you had been doing earlier. Your mouth waters at the sight and you lick your lips, praying that it lives up to your expectations.

You give him a few slow strokes of your nails up him and one of his hands reaching up to push a few stray strands of hair form your face.

He groans when you finally wrap your slender fingers around his shaft, thumb wiping the leaking tip of his swollen mushroom head. It throbbed a pretty shade of pink, much like his lips, after you pressed a delicate kiss to the top.

“So, so good to me, angel,” are the words that leave his lips when you lick your own before dipping your head to lick up the underside. You offered a devilish smile and lowered your hot mouth onto his throbbing length slowly, wanting to savour every second and push Jaehyun to his limit.

You hum in agreeance to his statement, sending a shiver up his spine and eliciting a moan from him, his hands quickly tangling themselves in your loose hair as he makes a make-shift ponytail to keep your hair out of your face.

Once your jaw has adjusted to the burn of his girth, he helps you bob your head up and down, curling the ponytail around one hand and using that as leverage. Flattening your tongue, you press it to the underneath of his length. You experiment with seeing how much you can take as it’s been a long time since you’ve been intimate with someone like this. One of your manicured hands reaches down to tickle his balls – a trick Hyejin had taught you the last time you were having one of those conversations – and he all but thrusts up into your throat, making you clench your legs and rub them together for some friction as your eyes close tight, forcing tears to run down your face.

“Oh fuck, I don’t think I can ah-” he lifts you off of his dick and brings your mouth to his, pressing hard against your own.

You’re flushed from his abrupt actions but that doesn’t stop you from stripping yourself of your leggings when he practically begs you to. Unsure what he wants next, you fiddle until he instructs you, “Those too,” he gestures to your panties. They weren’t grand but, had you not been about to get it on with possibly the hottest and most caring man you’ve come across, you would’ve been embarrassed about him seeing them in any normal situation.

Once they’re discarded, he stands, shimmys out of his sweats and pants and brings you close to him and guides a leg to wrap around his waist, rock hard dick pressed between your two sweaty bodies.

He kisses you hard, a clash on tongue and teeth; it’s one of the messiest kisses you had ever been on the receiving end of but ultimately still one of the best you’ve been able to experience, and lowers the two of you onto the sofa.

Again, you’re perched on your heels. He breaks the kiss, looking between your bodies to align himself with your entrance. “I’m sorry, angel,” he mutters against the column of your throat.

“Wha-”

He waits no longer before slipping himself into your core impossibly easily, as he sets a killer pace.

Squealing, you let your head fall onto his shoulder as you try your best to thrust down as much as he thrusts up into you but it was proving difficult as he suckled sweetly on the juncture where your neck and shoulder met – sending your senses into overdrive.

“S-so tight,” he breathes out, trickles of sweat forming in his hairline. One of the few brain cells you have working tells you the clench on his next thrust, only making him moan louder than before. In response, he ups the pace, setting his sights on destroying your sweet pussy.

Knowing full-well that he hadn’t tasted your arousal like he had originally intended, he brings his finger to dance across your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves until you were whining, hips stuttering as your vision hazes, unsure of how to control yourself. Still unable to match his deadly pace, you settle on tensing your legs and hovering above him where he pounds upwards, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing around the room.

You knew that by the time he was going to be finished, your ass was going to be tainted red from where his balls were slapping your underside as he pounds into you.

“Jaehyun,” you barely manage to breathe out, “fu… fuck.” Not what you were going for so you give it another try, “Jae… kiss.”

His eyes linger on your disheveled features. You open your eyes and look down at him, worried that he hadn’t heard you. His eyes meet yours; you pout, “Kiss me, p-ah–” one particularly strong thrust ignites inside you, the tell-tale sign of your orgasm about to snap through you; halts your half-hearted attempt at riding him.

He captures your lips with his, nibbling on your lip before licking it as if to heal it. His fingers are still rubbing tiny circles in your clit that send you over the edge and into complete euphoria, spine arching.

Within milliseconds, your vision is blurring and eyes unfocus, switching for white dots across your line of sight to pair with the white hot pleasure ripping through your core. “Ah,” you whine, “oh... Jae-Jaehyun,” your voice breaks, not being able to comprehend the possibility of more thanone thing happening at once.

As you clamp down on him unintentionally, he groans, unable to hold back any longer and empties his load inside your trembling pussy, cursing as he does.

Moments pass before he can bring himself to say anything, “You’re so perfect, angel. So pretty and perfect.”

You lift your head to look at him. At his fucked-out face you melt into him, swety bodies gradually becoming one and sliding off of his softening cock so you can wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle closer to him. He brings his arms around your waist, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and breathing sharply through his nose.

“You’re so good to me. Can’t remember the last time someone fucked me that good,” you whisper against the shell of his ear. You have one hand raking your fingers through his hair. You breathe out a laugh as he shivers at the feeling.

Knowing that was probably an ego boost enough, you press a languid kiss to the side of his mouth, not really paying much attention to where your lips landed. Continuing to pepper him with kisses, he stirs slightly, not wanting all of this attention to go to waste.

“Hey, c’mere,” he says, holding you from your waist before slowly lowering you onto the sofa beside him so your back is flat.

You’re barely holding it together, Jaehyun’s cum trickling down the side of your leg from your sore hole. He pushes your legs apart, one falls haphazardly off of the sofa and the other is pressed between his side and the back of the sofa. He doesn’t care, though, bringing two fingers up to meet your quivering core.

“What are you doi – ah!”

A lazy grin spreads across Jaehyun’s face, his fingers now covered in yours and his essence as he stuffs it back into you. The overstimulation makes you quiver but he was determined about making you suffer. “So pretty with my cum stuffed inside you, angel, so pretty.”

By now, you’re convinced he’s drunk but you don’t put it past yourself to consider yourself just as drunk on him as he is on you. You squirm, not wanting him to continue as his fingers repeat their actions. “O-oh, too much,” you whimper, “sore, so fucking sore baby.”

You knew you probably could’ve handled a little more but he obliges, not wanting to scare you away (as if that was even possible) and finishes by pushing his fingers past your lips, coaxing you to lick them clean.

Gladly, you do as he was silently suggesting.

He groans, his dick twitching but he ignores it, knowing you’re still healing and by the state of you currently, you probably weren’t up for another round. Instead, he picks you up bridal style and takes you to the bathroom, feet wobbling a few times on the way before getting to the bathroom.

“Gotta clean up, angel.”

You mumble, putting your legs to use and absently moving to switch the shower head on, soaking both of you in the stall. The water is freezing but you make no complaints, wanting to settle the heat radiating from your body. Jaehyun says nothing too. He just helps you clean yourself as you’re making a half-hearted effort – this makes him chuckle.

Twenty minutes later, the both of you are laying on his bed (the one he gave up for you), snuggled into each other.

For the first time in a long time, you slept in the crook on an arm where you felt safe, possibly loved (that would have to be addressed another time).

While you lay, breathing slowly as you listen to his heartbeat, Jaehyun has his head propped up with one arm and his other arm rests on your side, t-shirt that he had lent you riding up on the side, fingers running up and down as he takes in the feel of your smooth skin under his fingertips.

Jaehyun was smitten.

a/n: hi hello. how, uh, how was it? feel free to leave me some feedback or pop in my ask box. you’re all my angels. i just like posting to post sometimes but interaction is p darn cool too. lyl <3

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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I hope you’re doing well and staying safe💛

Would you mind writing something Harry x reader where the reader has asthma and in the middle of the night she has a severe asthma attack in the kitchen and Harry wakes up to the sound of glass breaking, please and thank you?

You can make it vamp!harry if you want!

Hi doveeess hope you're doing well too 💛💛

Warning: Disease of asthma, fainting and passing out.

Opposite attracts, right? Well the saying was proved to it's fulfilment with Harry's and Y/N's relationship. If he got broody shoulders and tiny waist, Y/N's his bean with hands 10x daintier than his's. If he's the diffident with certain people cause he has acknowledged this world way before than her, then she's the one to be a tweety with everyone. He could be amatory with his every action and she's the shy one; he's a romantic creature.

If he's the vampire, she's a tiny human. How bizzare.

If he got the cold heart because the blood doesn't rush inside him, then she got a warm heart but, . . . . . it's weak doesn't pump enough blood to her lungs.

In her words it's healthy and keeping her alive but for him it's a death clock. Scares him at the mere thought of it betraying her and that's the reason he's super conscious about her each step.

Doesn't let her take stairs. Takes care they don't go to rowdy places. If they get struck in crowds he always manages to make a way out. He always makes sure she doesn't get a cold and layers her into puffy jackets — because when she gets sick they've to be in the hospital for three days at-least.

He vehemently despises the view of her getting nabolized while he sits beside her, stroking her knuckles kissing her temple and whispering to her how strong she's.

He's in love with her braveness 'cos he's just too weak — so so weak in knees for her.

He made a promise to himself that he'd never let anything happen to her and sometimes she scolds him for restricting her from things she loves to enjoy. Like rollercoasters. Teases him that it's the fact it makes his tummy all jumpy but he knows when she gets excited to a peak she nearly gives out in his arms.

She wanna live life to fullest.

Wanna love him to fullest.

They went for a picnic. Even though the sky was too murky and cloudy she insisted, he gave in. That's the only weather they could be out together.

They picked olives together. She'd dot them at him and he'd chase her. She loves to get chased!

"I've a lil bunny, whose ears are soft as silk, eyes round as saucers and m'bunny loves to get chased but she only twitches her nose. I can tell she's happy as twitchey-twitch she goes." He sing-song his one of the favourite poem for her with a grin pretending to be afooled by her hiding skills and startles her by pulling her to himself from behind the tree. She squeals with all her might thrashing playfully in his grasp.

They had the most fun Y/N thinks but at the moment under blankets with Harry's arm looped round her waist and face smushed in the crook of her neck, she's feeling suffocated. Her ribs cackles in her flesh, She caught a nasty cold.

Sweaty. Her toes curling as she felt her heart doing a dopey-doop.

Quietly she slids from under his hold tip-toeing downstairs and till then her lips went blue, her throat scratchy and lungs feeling clogged. Her chest heaves and perspiration beads at her forehead reaching for the faucet, trying to multi-task with her shivering hands.

Harry wakes up anxiously when he doesn't feel the fuzz of his bunny and the slow thump of her heartbeat against his ear that croons him to slight unconscious even though vampires couldn't sleep (when they do they're either teleporting to their pasts or their fantasies).

Upon hearing her heartbeat drop to zilch and a glass shattering with a loud echo he dashes down the stairs.

"Y/N!!" His voice dripping with panic as his eyes fall over his bunny hunched on her knees fisting the thick warm sweatshirt she's wearing where her heart is, her knuckles out of blood and face splashed with purple as she wheezes out for help, "Ha — " Her words strikes in her airpipes painfully making her fall but it never comes instead she lays like a petal into his arms eyes nearly rolling.

"Baby stay calm, yeh?" His voice trembles as he gets her out of the heated clothing and sits her upright as instructed by her doctor. He rubs her back tilting his chin to inhale a large breath while gazing her square in eyes with a firm grab at her chin — a gesture to make her do the same, "Breath . . . 's okay baby love 'm here." She does but fails and he makes her do it many times squeezing her hand.

"Wh -- where goin — " She manages to spurt out when he quickly stood up, "no where promise jus' bringin' ye'r inhaler be a mo'." He tumbles upstairs and in their room rummaging through the drawers, his frustration bubbles and spills through the pot when he couldn't spot it. He hits the leg of night stand cursing loudly.

"Fuck you." His pink chubby lip wobbles as he wipes his tears away with the sleeve of his pyjamas sighing out of relief when he finally found it.

Doesn't even take a second before helping her inhale it and massages the knots over spine with sweet nothings in her ear.

"Feeling okay? Should I call — " She cuts his concerned inquiry with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder nodding, "good . . good." He holds back his tears for her. Tremulous to bring her closer to him palming up and down her thighs to soothe her down.

Without a word she turns around wounding her forearms around the nape of his neck taking a pacifying breather of his heavenly scent and it for the very first time brings fat sad tears in her eyes, silent ones not to worry him.

"'M sorry for always making you panicky, it has become s' normal 'cos I don't listen to you." His eyes bolt shut and he gives out a pathetic gruffly sob tightening his arms around her waist. She apologises every time it happens to her and it breaks Harry's heart into tiny million pieces.

He still remembers their first date. He won a floffy, snowy stuffie bunny for her and she was such a clapping mess bringing him down swiftly to smother him in kisses but the next moment passed out against his chest. He felt lost at that time and he still does. With her eyes shut to the world he always feels this way.

They also have polaroids of their first date in the hospital with her in a white gown and a beeping machine in the background, she had the largest grins and he had the saddest pout.

"Look at meh buns, ye don't 'ave to, yeah?" He cups her cheeks gazing into her soul deeply, wish he could read what goes in her mind, "I love ye' s'much. I love y'in yer sickness 'n in yer heartiest moment, I love you even when we fight and when ye're not your best self . . . 'S not gonna change, nothin' would change me 'n you baby." She wipes his tears with delicate touch and even though she's unable to speak her love for him shines in the glossiness of her eyes.

"Wanna take some fresh air?" He asks. firmly sliding his arms under her knees and other under her shoulders to carry her when she nods, "you feel cold." She whispers and he quickly fetches her a snuggly blanket muttering guilty-ly.

"Sorry." She giggles giving him an eskimo kiss and pinches his cheek.

"You're the only vampire i love." He kisses her neck softly to convey his thanks and melts into her arms when she yawns, "I love you."

"I love you too, bunny."

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hiccanna-tidbits · 3 years

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this is a genuine, curious question! what's appealing 2 u about jackunzel :^] ??

Sure, I can talk about why I ship Jackunzel!!!

@gryffindorkxdraws has some posts about why she likes Jackunzel here, here, and here, so those are a pretty good rundown of reasons to supplement mine. But I’ll make a list of my own!

Why Jackunzel Owns My Entire Soul: An Essay in Disorganized Bullet Points ~I dig the sun/moon symbolism! Like Jack was chosen by the moon and Rapunzel has the powers of the sun. It’s such a nice contrast, and it also lends itself really well to star-crossed lover-type fantasy/fairy tale AUs (which I am ALWAYS a sucker for!) ~From what little we know about Jack’s preference in girls (i.e. the slight crush he seemed to have on Tooth), Rapunzel seems like EXACTLY his type--bubbly, energetic, optimistic girls with a bit of a maternal streak. I think even the RotG director confirmed Punz is the kind of girl Jack would like! ~Jack also absolutely seems like Punzel’s type--if Flynn/Eugene is anything to go by, she’s kind of into sarcastic troublemakers with a hidden soft side XD And she also seems to like guys who are good with kids, if Eugene reading “The Adventures of Flynnigan Rider” to the younger kids at the orphanage is anything to go by! ~They both seem to be naturally pretty social people who suffered a lot from being isolated for a really long time--Jack had it worse, obviously (300 years--OUCH), but it was rough on Punz as well, growing up for 18 years with no one for company but Mother Gothel and Pascal. Jack, spending all that time with no one able to see him and only the guardians (who weren’t even really his friends from much of that time) for company, would understand that pain a lot. I feel like they’d be able to connect on a really deep and intimate level about the pain they felt at being isolated for so long, and this would give them a really strong bond that I can easily see turning into something romantic. ~They’re both just such genuinely lively and fun-loving people, and I can imagine them having a ton of fun together and just genuinely really enjoying spending time together. Like imagine the snowball fights!!! The ice-skating!!! The sledding!!! Chasing each other through the forest!!! Jack grabbing onto Punz and her wrapping her hair around a tree and swinging them around Tarzan-style!!! Like literally the entire scene where Punzel leaves her tower for the first time and is goofing off and doing Silly Shit for like an hour straight??? Like man...if Jack was there, they’d have the TIME OF THEIR LIVES together. Idk I just really love couples who I think would have a lot of fun together, it’s so pure <3 ~They’re both so loving!!! Like Rapunzel goes out of her way to be supportive to an entire tavernful of terrifying “ruffians and thugs” because they have dreams, and she’s so sweet to Flynn/Eugene no matter how many times he snarks at her and tries to alienate her!!! And Jack loves loves LOVES entertaining kids, and it genuinely makes him so happy to give them snow days :3 I just feel like they’d shower each other with love, and it’s honestly no less than they both deserve!!! ~Rapunzel especially is such an affectionate person, and I can see her doing just absolutely everything in her power to make Jack feel as seen and as loved as possible after 300 years of being alone. And god, does he NEED it, too. Like no way is this boy NOT touch-starved, and with some MAJOR self-esteem issues (although he’s good at hiding them). Rapunzel would do absolutely everything in her power to build him up and make him feel wanted and validated--and since it’s in her nature to do so, it would never feel like a burden or an effort for her. And she’d love him so much that hyping him up just comes naturally! She’s just got the kind of nurturing personality that someone as affection-starved as Jack really needs, and I think she could help him feel safe, comfortable, and loved in a way a lot of people couldn’t. ~For all the fun they’d have together, I also feel like Jack needs someone to ground him a bit and provide the Brain Cell to perhaps reign in that Unchecked Chaotic Energy of his sometimes XD Rapunzel certainly has a smart and rational side--I mean, she charted STARS as a teenager!!! She figured out how to get this stranger she captured to take her into the kingdom to see the lanterns!!! Girl can be spontaneous and goofy, sure, but she’s got smarts and kind of a mature streak that I think mesh with Jack really well. He’d never feel like she was a wet blanket stifling his fun, but she’d also have a sense of when to transition away from goofing off and focus on responsibilities (princess and guardian responsibilities in this case, I suppose?) ~On the flipside, I don’t see Rapunzel as being someone annoyed or irritated by Jack’s antics. She might like...gently scold him if he takes a prank too far, but she never finds his shenanigans to be grating and tiresome the way other people might. Rather, I think she’d be endlessly entertained by him. Like in his memory reel when he’s dicking around pretending to be a deer, she’d get a kick out of that! Jack would always be trying to make her laugh and make her smile, and Punz would love that so much about him! ~They’re both searching for a deeper meaning and a deeper sense of purpose in their lives. Rapunzel entertains herself with hobbies, but doesn’t feel like her life has really “begun” and is desperate to find out if her hunch is right and the floating lights really ARE meant for her. Jack has no idea why he was chosen by the moon or what he’s meant to do, and he’s determined to find out so he can finally have a sense of purpose. Rapunzel clearly wants a sense of purpose too, since she wants to do more with her life than pass the time with hobbies. I can definitely see them bonding over this! ~They’re both just so adventurous, and love to explore! Rapunzel is curious, and loves to read and learn, and she wants more than anything else to see the world and all it has to offer. Jack loves adventuring and flying around the globe spreading winter and fun, and he could show Punz everything she ever wanted to see. A perfect match, honestly! ~Aesthetically I LOVE the similarities!!! Like they both like to go barefoot, kinda showing their free-spirited natures. And I love how they’re both naturally brunette, but had their hair turned a different color by magic. It’s a little thing, but I think it’s a really neat parallel and it helps cement me thinking they really ARE perfect for each other in every little way! Haha XD AND they both have small green companions, and as of Ralph Breaks The Internet, they’re hoodie buddies as well!!! Not that surface-level parallels like that are actually that significant BUT I just think they’re neat XD ~While I am fond of Flynnzel/Eugenzel (still my favorite canon Disney couple!), finding out their age gap is around 8 years admittedly made me a bit uncomfy and just pushed me further into loving Jackunzel as an alternative option. I still really love Eugene as a character and adore his and Punzel’s dynamic, but these days I prefer their relationship as more of a big bro/little sis type thing. Jack I think is the best match for Rapunzel romantically, and Eugene I prefer with Elsa--or poooossibly Tooth, Astrid, or Zarina, if I read a fic that sells the pairing well enough! ~On a related note, I was into Jack x Tooth the first time I watched RotG, but after discovering Jackunzel, there was no going back--I was hooked! Rewatching the movie, Tooth strikes me more as a mom figure/”fun aunt” for Jack, and I actually prefer her with Bunnymund (I am WEAK for “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” lmao)

Well, I think that just about covers it!!! I’ll add more reasons if I think of them! Thank you for the ask, and I’m always happy to answer more ship asks about CGI crossover pairings :3

Also @ the anon who asked for Jackunzel headcanons--fear not, I shall provide them!!! I just wanna make a complete list and accumulate all the ones from my various fics so it’s gonna take a while XD

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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hi! 💕 idk if you watched city-leeds yesterday but when conceding the 2nd, john stones got angry (is that a swear that I read on his lips? 😂🙈 I felt so bad for him bc he was the best player on the pitch, carried his whole team for 90 mins, almost the only city one who wanted to win and NO ONE IS TELLING ME OTHERWISE) ✨ Anyways ✨ could you write one where he gets back home going mad, throwing things around, tries to get drunk, swears,... but you calm him down (lots of cuddles please 🥺) THANKS❤

Sorry I didn’t see this request earlier...but yes! He was one mad guy on the pitch that night 👀 we won’t mention the red card he got last night and lost me fantasy points 😩

“Fucking pathetic man” he groaned in annoyance as the slamming of the front door followed shortly after, him not being his usual tidy, clean self and instead dashing his bag and training gear straight across the floor, giving it a little kick as he passed on the way to the kitchen where you were sat typing away at your laptop, getting in all the work deadlines...before all the havoc and moodiness of your boyfriend began.

“Hi babe-“ you started in a pout as he walked past, half ignoring your presence as he walked towards the wine fridge, “what the fuck was the team doing tonight, fucking shocking” he continued, not letting you get a word in as he poured a large red, making you realise how bad the game must of been if he’s having a drink. “We all have our bad days” you sighed, getting up from the stool and wondering over to the counter where he was stood, gazing out the window, shaking his head as you looped your arms around his neck and placed your head in his shoulder.

“But we were god awful tonight, everyone lazy, clearly not in the slightest arsed” he tutted, shuffling off your touch and walking into the loving room where he chucked himself on the sofa, the bottle of Malbec still in his hand, of course planning on finishing it off as he’d just downed a glass within a couple of minutes. “They didn’t deserve the fucking goal anyways” he said, getting all petty as you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as you’re entered the room, seeing him sulking under the blankets he’d just wrapped himself in.

“Turn on then” he shouted at the tv, pointing the remote that is acting up as per usual towards the flatscreen but it of course getting on the wrong side of him tonight as he gave in and threw it on the coffee table, the way he was going on you’d think it was the end of the world and don’t get me wrong you know how much football means to him and all but sometimes he just needs to calm down and take a chill pill or something because wow that man can get angry over the sport when it doesn’t go his way.

“Hey you’ll break it, pack it in” you warned, falling down next to him, taking the wine from his hand and pouring yourself a glass, polishing off the bottle so he couldn’t as he gave you eyes of disgust, “and you can get out your mood as well. You wanna go sulk, go do it in the spare room where no one has to put up with it”

“Ok ok sorry, it just really takes the piss at times you know” he whined, throwing his head back as you snuggled closer to him, placing a hand on his torso, tracing his down towards the outline of his abs, “I know. You’re passionate I’ll give you that” you giggled as a smile crept upon his face, finding it hard to stay in a mood where you’re around. “Look, dust yourself off, pick yourself up and go again next game” you winked, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips before moving to grab the remote, finally getting to work after smacking the back, “my girl with the inspirational quotes” he joked making you smile with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Go on then I’ll let you pick seeing as you’ve had a shit night” you sighed with a grin, sure you’d regret saying that as he excited began scrolling through the live list of Netflix, seeming to have snapped out his anger as you rested your head on his chest and pulled the five blankets over the pair of you, “seriously you wanna watch this again?” you giggled, almost knowing he was about to pick that same film he’s watched at least 10 times in the asst month, “you did say whatever, so we’re watching this” he smirked, completely relaxing into your touch 🤍

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albelen · 3 years

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book talk: oathbringer

So. MUCH. HAPPENED.

Granted, it took me two months to read this because I had finals and sometimes I was not in the right headspace to read.

Where do I even begin? My thoughts, as always, are so scattered and since I have the smaller copy of the book I didn't use any sticky notes to write my comments, but instead just doggy-eared some of the pages I deemed important / I liked:

● this is from a conversation between Jasnah and Dalinar about the claims of the latter's heresy:

"I don't mind people believing what works for them, Uncle. That's something nobody ever seems to understand- I have no stake in their beliefs. I don't need company to be confident."

Among all the characters in the book, I feel like I respect Jasnah more than anyone. Her intelligence and confidence in herself and in her work are the things I admire about her a lot.

In particular, I resonate with her when it comes to religious views, which I'm not gonna talk about because that's a conversation for another day.

● there is a page of Moash marching with the parshman and Voidbringers, he's contemplating about the how humans can't govern themselves.

I honestly don't remember why I thought this was an important page, but upon re-reading it there's this line:

Moash had failed Kaladin and the others- but that was merely how men were in this debased age. He couldn't be blamed. He was a product of his own culture.

Now, I don't want dismiss Moash's hatred for Elhokar and the lighteyes, he's more than entitled to feel that way after his grandparents were killed unfairly, but the fact that he thought he couldn't be blamed for his actions and that he is what he is because of his culture... that's just way too easy, Moash. Just because the society you grew up in is as is, doesn't mean you just take it, storming man. I feel so strongly about this because I love everyone from bridge four, but after what Moash did in this book... I don't know if there's a way for him to redeem himself.

● Adolin hanging out with Bridge Four!! ISTG, Adolin is the real GOAT in this series.

I feel for him when he felt small, being surrounded by Radiants.

I mean, who wouldn't? Your father, your brother, your fiancé, your cousin and your friend. Personally I would have had very low esteem in myself, but Adolin fought through it and just did what he can. He is a character I admire a lot too. Because despite his upbringing, his background and his privileges, he still choses to be humble, be nice to anyone and work hard.

All in all, he's really the most likeable character imo. He and Shallan haven't known each other for the longest time, but it really feels like he's sincere with his feelings despite his prior reputation with girls haha

● Kaladin's friendship with Adolin and Shallan: I know our favorite bridgeboy has his Bridge Four and thinks that's they are all he needs, but I can't help but feel relieved that Kal has Adolin and Shallan.

Like I've said previously, I don't think Kal had any romantic feelings for Shallan, but he thought he did because she reminded him of Tien. His friendship with the two newly-weds are important and it's gonna help him along the way. I love that for Kal ;w;

● I need a Wit in my life, I need him to make me see things I don't see, to make my reflect and realise all the important things in life.

There is this line I particularly liked when he found Shallan:

"[...] You mostly failed. This is life. The longer you live, the more you fail. Failure is the mark of a life well lived. [...]"

This is something a lot of us should probably hear, because I know I do especially when I have doubts in myself and I'm scared of doing things for the fear of failing.

● I don't like Taravangian, and I know he's just trying to save the world but also just actually trying to save his people but when he told Dalinar this:

"This is the sacrifice, isn't it?" Taravangian said softly. "Someone must bear the responsbility. Someone must be dragged down by it, ruined by it. Someone must stain their soul so others may live."

This reminded me of someone, but for the sake of not going into a more serious tone I shall leave it like that.

● As this post is getting longer, these two lines are the last ones that I'm gonna mention:

"I will take responsibility for what I have done," Dalinar whispered. "If I must fall, I will rise each time a better man."

I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory. Dalinar frustrated me all throughout this book. I wanted to slap young Dalinar, especially because of how he treated Evi. I have to admit he was so cool in the last part of the book lol I loved his interactions with Lift.

I kinda wish we had interactions between Lift and Kaladin - I hope we got one in the next book.

And the last line and the one that gave my goosebumps:

She pulled him tight, “Maybe you don’t have to save anyone, Kaladin. Maybe it’s time for someone to save you.”

Kaladin always thinks of saving others, but never thinks that maybe he’s the one who needs to be saved. He helped the parshman, he bonded with the Wall Guards... he cares so deeply for anyone he barely thinks of himself.

Oh, Kaladin, I just wanna wrap him in a blanket and give him a warm soup. :(

I’m itching to read Rhythm of War, but I think my brain needs a break from fantasy books.

#book talk #book review #stormlight archive #oathbringer #brandon sanderson #kaladin #adolin #shallan #dalinar #jasnah #wit

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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Uhh I don’t know if you’re still taking fanfic prompts (if you ever were-sorry my Tumblr is MESSY) but uhhh I saw this headcanon where Nancy Bobofit is on a date with her boyfriend and sees Percabeth and is jealous of their relationship and your writing is pretty frickin good and if you’re not too busy if you could give your thoughts on this?

oh my god i remember seeing that headcanon on pinterest ahhh memories of my baby days ahahahahahahh but anyway yeah! sure!

(and yeah you’re fine. i’m still taking requests, but i have quite a few to get to so i’ll be taking a while to get through them.)

thank you for the prompt, and i hope you like this one! and, as always: i do little to no editing on these fic prompts, so please don’t be too judgmental on them because i’m not gonna be giving it my absolute best.

Droplets of sunlight drip through the leaves, sprinkling over Percy and Annabeth in dapples of gold. A breeze gently caresses the demigods’ faces. Today, Percy and Annabeth soak in the afternoon sunlight, allowing the moisture of the air seep into their skins. Percy’s arm lies lazily over Annabeth’s shoulders as she draws her sketches.

Annabeth has been more focused on her work since the two have been planning on heading to New Rome in just a few weeks. She’s been working hard on new sketches, brilliant designs, muttering under her breath ideas to improve her structures. Percy's been watching her, admiring how easily she can brush past all her school work in just the matter of hours and turn right to her new designs. He supposes that’s because she’s truly passionate about it; of course she’d make time for it.

Percy, on the other hand, has been struggling quite a bit with time. He’s only ready to let go of this place, go on new adventures with his girlfriend and start making a new life for himself. He’s too focused on the future ahead of him, which means he hasn’t exactly spent too much time worrying about his own work. He knows he should keep up with it, but he’s already been accepted to the university. All he wants to do is think about that new future, about all the possibilities.

Percy twirls his fingers through Annabeth’s curls, feeling the softness under his fingertips. The golden locks spill out again, gleaming under the setting sun, and his breath hitches as he looks at her. Her tanned skin emanates a certain kind of glow as the sunlight drapes over her, and her gray eyes sparkle with an intensity he’s so used to seeing. She’s absolutely beautiful.

He leans his head against her shoulder, a dopey smile coming across his face as her body heat seeps into his skin. Annabeth keeps doodling, and Percy keeps thinking about her, basking in this familiarity with her.

This is just the way things are. It’s the way he always hopes them to be forever.

Several feet away, by a different large tree, a girl sits by her own boyfriend. They’re turned away from the sunlight; only a shade spills over them. The girl’s usual flaming hair droops under the darkness, almost washed out of color. A hollow feeling spreads through her chest as she watches her boyfriend lie next to her, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm as he wastes away in his dreams.

She isn’t sure why she feels this way. Why can’t she just be happy with him? Why does she have to feel these... feelings?

As he dozes off, she finds that she’s able to slip away from him again, wander back to her own fantasies and daydreams. She thinks of the girl in her AP Stats class, the one who lent her a pencil the other day. They haven’t been friends long, but something about her strikes Nancy in her core; it’s a warm, gooey feeling, something she’s never quite felt before with anyone else.

Nancy sighs; she just doesn’t understand why she has to think about her right now. Isn’t she supposed to enjoy her time with her boyfriend? Why can’t she just... stop?

She watches over the landscape of the park, her eyes absorbing all the people, the colors, the vibrancy of the place. It seems as though only she lies in the shadows of the tree, isolated from the rest of the world.

As she roves over the features of the place, her dark eyes fix themselves upon a boy and a girl lazing around several feet in front of her, smiles gleaming under the golden sunlight. The boy lies over a blonde girl, his own darker hair falling into his eyes as he speaks to her. The girl’s mouth opens as she offers a silent laugh in response. They seem to be living in their own world, Nancy notes, but not in the same lonely isolation that she’s in. Their world is bright and warm and sunshiny, filled with an intimate laughter.

Hers is dark and lonely, filled only with despair.

A flame bursts in her, a hot rage that she had no idea she was capable of. Since sixth grade, she’s been working on her anger issues and kleptomania; she even stopped going to that stupid school. But now, as she watches them, she can’t help but to want to steal one more thing - their happiness.

They watch each other adoringly in a manner that indicates that they’ve found some kind of comfort with in one other. Their eyes sparkle with love, with pure admiration, with something so profoundly happy that an even hotter burst of anger erupts in Nancy’s chest. Why can’t I have that? she wonders.

She thinks again of the girl in her AP Stats class. Nancy couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by her features the other day, the way her dark hair swooped gently over her eyes, the way her lips seemed permanently glued into a small, mischievous smile. She’d doodled on Nancy’s notebook, a little flower, and laughed quietly as if they were sharing a secret.

Nancy looks over at her dozing boyfriend once more, watching his eyelids flutter as he slips farther and farther into his dreams. She knows she’d never be happy with him; she knows that she only started dating him for the sake of dating. She felt like she was falling behind on something, and she only wanted to catch up.

She sighs, her breath blowing out into the Spring air. She leans back against the tree now, letting her head swivel left and right as she watches the people of New York City mill about, allow the sun to sprinkle over them.

And then, just to the left, she spots her: the girl. Today she’s wearing white shorts over black tights, with a dark purple top to match. Her short hair flows dreamily with the gentle breeze, its dark wisps trying to keep pace with the current. A sweet, tingling laughter flows from her lips, drifting along with the wind. The soft sunlight catches her skin and a dim glow surrounds her skin.

Almost as if she can sense Nancy staring at her, the girl’s head turns. For a moment, she merely stares at Nancy, not quite registering her. A beat of silence passes, and Nancy swears that her heart has stopped working. The air stills as if waiting for something to happen.

And then the girl smiles brightly as recognition swoops over her features. Her mouth opens and moves, but her voice drowns out before it can reach Nancy. Nancy shakes her head, confusion written over her features. The girl, after thinking for a moment, pulls out her phone and taps furiously over it.

A moment later, Nancy’s phone pings with a new text:

Claire The Stat Sage: hey!!! wanna come over here? we’re doing a small picnic!! you can bring the bf too!!!

Nancy reads the text several times, absorbing each letter, letting the words imprint themselves over her mind. Some exhilarating burst of joy gleams within her chest, bright enough to rival the sun. Her blood tingles underneath her skin, saturated with excitement.

For a second, she contemplates the invitation. Should she bring her boyfriend? Nancy turns her head to him, watching for a movement, watching for some kind of opposition.

When he doesn’t move, she makes her decision.

She steps forward, towards Claire, the warmth of the Spring evening blanketing her in its comfort.

Claire smiles at her as she approaches. “Hey! You didn’t bring your boyfriend?”

A pang of guilt strikes Nancy, wondering if perhaps it was a better idea to just wake him up and bring him. But then she gazes past Claire, towards the sun, basking under the glory of it.

She likes not being under the shadows of the trees anymore.

Shrugging, she plops down, a small smile floating over her lips. “He’s sleeping. He can catch up when he wants to.”

#listen i know ive seen that post before and it isn't exactly what the OP was thinking in that headcanon #but the OP didn't say i *couldnt* make nancy sapphic did they?#and idk i feel like it does her justice because yeah she was a bully but she's also grown up #idk i thought this was a better twist than just her being jealous of them idk idk #i kinda like this but also its really not my best work #so im sorry #nancy bobofit #my writing #fic prompts #fic prompt #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #annabeth x percy #percy x annabeth #rick riordan #riordanverse #casuallydyinginthecorner tag #asks

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Part One

Important> so this will be written in parts. An example would be: Queen Y/n’s Story. Then the next part would say Mattsun, meaning his story is next.

These will be long so i appreciate and love who decides to stick around with me on this ride. Ive never done multi endings so i hope you enjoy. (Character Bios at the bottom Link)

Tags. @squeaky-ducky @galagcica @ysatrap

Queen y/n

The sun woke you up this time. Harsh rays forcing their way in through the window, curtains swaying lightly. Tooru usually woke you up for his breakfast, he must be out already. Slowly you rose out of the cold bed stretching your arms above your head ready to start the day. You had the castle to yourself it seemed like, thats unusual for a monday.. Wonder where that King is.. Deciding you did not care you got dressed in your expensive dress with the help of your friend Millie, she was your maid and the best friend you could have.

“You look lovely Miss Y/n!” she beamed while giving your corset its final tug to tighten it.

You gasped for breath a few times and shook your head. “Oh Millie, thank you , what should we do today?”

“Huh?! Is the King away?! “ she rushed to your side jumping in place, Millie was wearing her usual maid clothes with her hair tied back in a braid. “Oh my goodness we have the Kingdom to ourselves?!”

“Must be,” you turned to go take a peak outside by the window, the village was coming to life with the sounds of people, chatter and the smell of freshly made bread. It was nice, having the Kingdom to yourself but you were not really enjoying it, as much as you wanted to . the village hated you, refused to even sell to you sometimes. A stroll around would be nice.. But maybe not today..

“Miss Y/n?” Millie rushed over bunching herself into the window too to look out . she smiled taking in the fresh smell of bread, suddenly her eyes got big with stars.

“Its nothing Millie, im just thinking. Sometimes i like to look out this window and pretend im somewhere else.”

“Do you smell that?! It smells like chocolate!!!” she shook you not hearing what you said at first.

“Chocolate? Sweets?” you stood up straight squeezing Millies hand. “Do you think?!”

“I do i do !! he must have returned to us!”

Wasting no time you pulled your friend out of your room and down the many stairs dashing past the other servants paying them no mind. You both pushed the big doors open rushing down to the village to a very familiar carriage that just got into town.

Two doors on the carriage opened, “There they are!!!!!!!” yelled a happy happy voice.

“Satori !!!!” you both yelled with glee. “Our favorite chocolatier!”

The happy red head pretended to faint at the flattery and gave you each a hug. “Oh my goodness ! i dont know what it even say!” he squeezed you both again. “My favorite customers, ive brought you many many new sweets to try, come come! They won't eat themselves!!!”

Hajime & King Oikawa.

The King had not come home to his castle , in fact he was at the Brothel all night with his favorite whores doing everything he dreamed of; everyone loved him there, he was their best customer without a doubt. The constant giggling, money falling off the bed, clothes flying everywhere was just a regular night for the King and the ladies. He had no worries here, nothing to think about, nothing to worry about. The village loved him no matter what he did, and they already hated his wife so this was fine to them. Hajime had stayed close to the brothel all night, waiting for his friend and King to be done. He had brought some papers and quills with him to write down information about other Kingdoms with him. The one in charge of the place, The Madam had always offered for Hajime to do his work inside but he always politely declined.

He was happy sitting outside , his three eyed ravens often joined him and told him new things they had found out. He was sitting comfortably till a shoe hit the back of his head.. It was going to be a long night.

In the morning Hajime went inside to see his King passed out under a bunch of women, he shook his head pinching between his eyes just taking it in. Hajime was a loyal friend , but he hoped that one day his friend would get what's coming to him.

“Oi, King, Tooru, wake up” he kicked his leg on the bed waking up some of the girls who gave him an angry look .

“Sorry loves, “ he smirked as they got up, taking the blanket with them to cover themselves. Chins high, full of attitude. “Oikawa!” He kicked again, waking up his friend.

“Gah…!!! Easy .. “ he rubbed his head and pushed his hair out of his face turning to lay on his side. “What time is it?” he asked very groggy.

“Time to be a King.” Hajime threw the royal clothes at the annoyed King and went to the door. “Ill meet you at the castle , i have some things i wanna discuss”

“Hmph, “ grunted the King as he got out of bed to dress. “Sometimes i wish i was but a lowly peasant, begging for food on the street, no responsibilities, spend all my money on the whores if im lucky, ahhh the life…” Oikawa threw his cape while holding his arm out. “But that will never be!! For i am King Tooru Oikawa!!!”

Mattsun.

The waves gently crashed against The Aoba rocking it gently back and forth. It was a fine ship, the most powerful one in the Kingdom. It won many sea battles , cleaved many enemy ships and saved its share of people. Mattsun loved this ship, it was his baby, his queen. No one could change his mind about the sea, he loved being on it, land not so much. He wanted to travel the world on this ship, live on the sea for the rest of his life.

The sound of cheering could be heard just off the docks, Mattsun rolled his eyes looking towards the village. He was laying on the side of the ship on his back watching the clouds drift by, his right leg dangling off the side of the boat. The King, hisi friend, was greeting and waving at everyone as he walked by. Mattsun rolled into his ship to his feet rolling his shoulders, he placed a hand on The Aoba rubbing gently. “Ill be back, be good okay?” his voice low and full of sadness. He hated having his queen docked. She belonged in the sea.. The open sea. Not tied up like this.. “Dont let anyone come aboard, knock em off okay?” the ship swished and it got a smile out of the man, he hopped over onto the dock taking one last look back before heading to the castle.

Yahaba & Kyotani

“Ive done it!!!” the very loud slam of metal hitting the cold stone alerted Kyotani. He looked up to see Yahaba giggling over a new weapon like a little kid, his hands hovering all around the object as if it was magic . Yahaba was a … questionable blacksmith; he loved to make things, anything! Even things he shouldn't. He was involved with the black market too and they were hsi best customers besides The King and Kyotani.

Kyotani had been laying on his back on some hay inside Yahaba’s stone home with a stray puppy on his chest just watching the clouds from the window. He was always here, if he was not here he was out thieving or fighting or walking in the woods. It was early morning and after a night of wrestling wolves he found himself here, picking up a stray puppy in the village on his travels.

The man got up with the sleepy puppy in his arms, setting it down on the ground. “Past the village, in the woods to the side of the path, is a little home , you'll see a dog there, he looks like you. “ he scratched the strays head. “There's food there,” he said. The little puppy rubbed on Kyotanis hand and rushed off barking full of happiness.

“Hound! Hound come see!!!” said the eager friend.

Kyotani rose to his feet joining the blacksmith behind his work table , he smirked at the two objects. Bracers, brand new, freshly made bracers. Just for him.

“See see ? “ Yahaba pointed to the spikes on the ends of the knuckles and poked one lightly making his finger bleed. “Now you can slice and dice! And cut! And kill!”

“I already kill” he told his friend watching him set the two bracers in water to cool off. “They look perfect, what do i owe you Yahaba”

“Hmm… ive heard the Kingdom over has rare Jade, a precious blue like the ocean”

“Consider it done.” Kyotani took the bracers out of the water to shove in his bag. “Do we have to go to that… meeting…”

Yahaba pouted at his friend and Kyotnai rolled his eyes. “Fucking Oikawa,”

“How much is the debt again?”

Kyotani shot a look at his friend, making him back up with his hands up .

“If i could kill em, i would. “ was all he said, exiting the stone home watching the passing villagers avert their eyes once they saw him.

“I know, have you met his wife ?” yahaba asked, joining his friend

“Didn't know he had one, I feel sorry for her.”

Yahaba slung his arm around his friend's neck while they walked to the Kingdom , footsteps heavy.

Queen Y/N

You had spent the morning with Millie eating chocolate and gossiping with Satori about his travels, he had been all over the world, and he always shared his stories with you , you wanted to see the world, travel, it had been your dream since you were a little girl. You still had hope that one day it would happen. A bell rang making you slump on your friend.

“Duty calls.” you sighed.

“The King must be back” Millie said, pulling you up with her.

“I can hardly contain my excitement.” you teased, giving Satori one more hug. “Thankyou for the morning my friend.”

“Always, “ he kissed your hands, giving you a happy smile.

“You turned to Millie wiping some chocolate off her cheek with a little smirk. “Well, lets go see what my loving husband wants..”

#.Heartsfic #kyotani x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x iwaizumi #mattsun x reader #yahaba x reader

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arya-skywalker · 3 years

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Pleasant Surprises (Sanders Sides Fanfic)

Secret Santa fic for the amazing @nightashes ! Hope you enjoy

Prompts used:

- Familial (brotherly) anxceit, analogical

- Fantasy, (emotional) h/c

- Hugs, firelight, new beginnings

- “I think I understand now”

- “I’m here for you” (slightly different phrasing but same idea)

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Summary: Virgil risks a journey home to the dark forest to reconnect with brother Janus— and invite him to a potential wedding.

~*~

“I need to tell him,” Virgil said, curled up by the fire.

“Hm?” Logan looked up from his book. “Tell who, what, exactly? I’m afraid I’m not quite following.”

Virgil grimaced. “My brother. About....” He gestured vaguely. “Us? Me not being dead?”

“Ah.” Logan closed his book. “Would you like me to come with you?”

“No.” Virgil quickly shook his head. “No. I need to go alone. Besides, it’s not safe for you there.”

Logan folded his hands on his lap. “You left for a reason. Are you quite certain you want to go back?”

“I was scared, Lo. But now... I know what to expect. I’m ready.”

“Very well. Contact me if you need assistance.” Logan stood and walked over to his desk, taking out a small handheld mirror. “Say my name into this mirror, and we will be able to communicate through it.”

Virgil looked at the mirror warily. “And if I break it?”

Logan sighed. “It will still work on a shard of the mirror, but please be careful.”

“Always am.” Virgil smiled wanly as he took the mirror, cautiously placing it in his satchel.

Logan kissed his forehead and squeezed his hand gently. “Come home soon, please.”

Virgil took his hand and stood. “That’s the goal. I’ll miss you.” He stretched and took a deep breath. “Well, see you later, I guess.”

“Farewell and good luck.”

Virgil forced a smile and waved, then quickly packed his things before heading out the door— not giving himself the chance to back out.

~*~

Virgil tugged his cloak close against the chill. This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea. Five years. Five years apart.

Maybe Janus wouldn’t even want to see him. Hell, maybe he wasn’t even here.

No. Too late to turn back.

Eerie whispers echoed in the mists and shadows lurked behind skeletal trees, but Virgil ignored them. That was normal here. As was the eternal night. Perfectly normal.

Here lived the monsters of the realm. The forsaken. The lost and abandoned. The only advantage was that they never hurt one of their own.

Virgil stopped in front of the door built into the cliffside and knocked. Snakes, spiders, and tentacles were carved around the doorframe, but there were no windows— only narrow slats to let air and light inside. Easier to defend without having to worry about glass.

It felt like eternity before the door opened. “Well, this is unexpected,” Janus drawled, his scales gleaming in the dim light.

“Hey, Jan... umm... can I come in?” Virgil rubbed his arm, not quite meeting his brother’s gaze.

“Depends on what brought you here.”

“I just wanna talk.” Virgil bit his lip. “And... apologize?”

“Go on, then. Say what you came to say.” Janus leaned against the doorframe.

Virgil took a deep breath. “I think I understand now,” he said slowly.

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh do you now? What do you understand?”

“Why you did what you did. Why we lived how we did. Why we were always hiding, never leaving the forest. How the world really works— well, not as much that, but more than I knew—“

“Did someone hurt you?” Janus cut him off, taking a step closer, concern in his eyes.

Virgil winced. “No. Well, yes, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is you don’t need to do that anymore. We can help you.”

Janus’s brow knitted. “We?” he echoed.

“I... uh... met some nice people. Like, really nice. I think you’d like them, if you give them a chance.” Virgil picked at a loose thread at the edge of his cloak.

Janus gave him a look, then sighed and stepped aside. “Come in. Would you like some tea?”

Virgil sighed in relief and walked through the doorway. It was just as he had left it— fur blankets piled around cushions and chairs, rickety table, a large fireplace with snakes around the mantle. “Sure. Something herbal?”

“Chamomile?” Janus suggested, filling a pot with water and placing it over the hearth.

“Whatever, sure.” Virgil warmed himself by the fire, then grabbed a blanket and took a seat on a nearby cushion.

Janus laughed softly. “Still prefer the floor to a chair, hm?”

Virgil shrugged. “It’s convenient. And warmer,” he said.

“Mm. Indeed it is,” Janus said. “Honey in your tea, yes?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

A moment later, Janus set a cup of tea on the floor next to Virgil and sat down a few feet away. “Careful. It’s hot,” he said. Which was obvious due to the steam.

Virgil wrapped his hands around the teacup anyway, breathing in the aroma. “So... umm... what’s up with you?” He winced. “I mean, like, what have you been up to? How have you been?”

Janus chuckled softly. “More of the same. Hunting. Strengthening the wards.” He gestured vaguely.

“Right, yeah,” Virgil muttered.

“I am far more interested about you, spiderling. Care to talk about your grand adventures?” Janus arched an eyebrow.

Virgil snorted. “I wouldn’t call them that. But uh... I guess.” He took a sip of his tea once it had cooled down enough. “Well... I headed roughly northeast from here. Traveled with the spider-people for a bit. But as we approached the border, some elves attacked. When they heard me speak, they stopped and demanded I bow before the prince.“ He smiled sideways. “Did you know we even had a prince out here?”

Janus hummed thoughtfully. “A prince in this forest? No, preposterous.”

“Anyway, Princey insisted on ‘rescuing’ me and ‘breaking the curse’.” Virgil gestured to his face, where dark spiderwebs still patterned his skin. “So he whisked me away to ‘civilization’.”

“Oh the horror,” Janus said, his lips quirking into a half-smile.

Virgil blushed slightly. “It was... overwhelming. So many people in one place. All so loud! And the buildings— they make walls out of wood, can you imagine? And the top out of grass! They wouldn’t last a second out here.”

Janus hummed in agreement, but remained silent, sipping at his tea.

“And... well... I don’t think the people liked me very much,” Virgil admitted, looking into the fire. “When they saw my face, they shied away. Some threw fruit and stuff, but the prince quickly put a stop to that.”

Janus narrowed his eyes. “They hurt you?” He asked in a low voice.

Virgil bit his lip. “It’s fine. It didn’t really hurt, just made a mess. And like I said, some people were nice.”

“Hmph. People do not think kindly of our people. Hence why it is safer to remain within the forest.”

“I know, I know.” Virgil ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. “Anyway.... a little while later I met the prince’s advisor, a half-elf mage. He’s so handsome and smart and gentle and kind and—“ He stopped, blushing slightly. “His name is Logan and he offered to let me stay with him. He helped me learn how to control my powers.”

Janus arched an eyebrow. “You like this advisor, don’t you?”

Virgil nodded slowly. “I... yeah. We understand each other,” he said quietly.

Janus was silent for a moment, then reached over and put his hand on Virgil’s arm. “If he makes you happy, then stay with him.”

“Do you want to meet him?”

Janus blinked. “Come again?“

Virgil took out the mirror. “This is an enchanted mirror. We can communicate through it. If you want to.”

Janus touched the scaled side of his face. “Are you sure he wants to see me?”

Virgil smiled sadly. “You’re my brother. Of course he wants to meet you. And he didn’t hate my markings, so you should be fine.”

“Mm.” Janus sighed, then flicked his wrist, making his cowl float over and wrap around his face, hiding as much of his scales as he could. “Very well.”

Virgil took a deep breath and held the mirror so they were both in view. “Logan? Can we talk please?”

A moment later, the surface of the mirror fogged up, then cleared to show Logan’s face. “Virgil? Is everything alright? Can you see and hear me?”

Virgil nodded, holding Janus hand. “Yeah, we’re good. This is my brother.”

Janus cleared his throat. “Yes, Virgil is my brother,” he said. A moment later, he added, “You may call me Dee.”

“Oh. Hello, then. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Logan,” he said, blinking a few times.

Virgil shot Janus a look. “Logan is a friend. We can trust Logan,” he said, keeping his voice low.

“You may trust him. That does not mean I do,” Janus countered, then flashed a smile at the enchanted mirror. “Virgil has told me so much about you.”

“I hope he has said that which he so urgently wanted to tell you,” Logan replied.

Virgil groaned. “Don’t say it like that,” he grumbled.

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Have you said ‘that which you so urgently wanted to tell me’?”

Virgil rubbed his face. “Lo and I... we... uh.... we were thinking about... maybe... getting married?” Gods, words were hard.

“Virgil is correct. We have discussed the possibility,” Logan said.

Janus’s reptilian eye twitched. “You leave for five years, and return with a potential spouse,” he said slowly.

Virgil bit his lip and nodded. “Potential. We haven’t decided for sure, cuz weddings are expensive pageantry and shit, but...” He took a deep breath. “If we do get married, I want you to be there. I want you to lead me down the aisle.”

Janus leaned back in his chair, glancing between them both. “This is quite a lot to take in,” he said, steepling his hands like the dramatic shit he was.

“Oh for fucks sake! I’m asking for your blessing!” Virgil blurted, then groaned and flipped up the hood of his cloak.

“If it will make you happy, then by all means...” Janus said. “However, I will need to know more about this potential spouse of yours.”

“I am an open book. Ask your questions,” Logan said.

Virgil blinked. “You... you’re not mad?”

“Mm. I wouldn’t call it mad, no.” Janus sipped at his tea. “Now, Logan, tell me about yourself.”

“I am the royal advisor to Prince Roman and Prince Remus. I am skilled in the mystical arts,” Logan said.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, I know that. Tell me more about yourself. Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, whatever. Why should I let you marry my little brother, hm?”

Logan blinked. “Well... I enjoy learning whatever I can. I have known Virgil for just over four years now. I would never hurt him, and truly wish him the best.”

Virgil tugged his cloak closer. “I’m right here,” he muttered. “And you don’t need to interrogate him.”

Janus inclined his head. “I believe I have enough information for the time being, although of course I would love to meet you in person. Virgil, you wanted me to leave the forest, did you not?”

Virgil blushed slightly. “Uh, yeah. I can take you to them. If you’re serious about coming with me. And as long as the forest will survive without you.”

Janus waved an arm dismissively. “Of course, of course.”

“I look forward to seeing you both. Farewell and safe travels,” Logan said. The surface of the mirror shimmered and his image faded.

Virgil exhaled slowly. That wasn’t as bad as it could have been.

“Virgil?” Janus asked softly. “This will make you happy, yes?”

Virgil rubbed his face and nodded quickly. “Yeah, thanks. Really. I’m uh... bad with words, but yeah.”

“Would you like a hug? Or is this a no-touch-time?” Janus asked, spreading his arms.

Virgil half-fell into the embrace, holding on tightly. “I missed you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Mm. I know. I missed you, too, spiderling,” Janus murmured, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “I am glad you are safe.”

Virgil took a few deep breaths, letting himself relax. Safe. He was safe. He was home.

“And I will always be here for you. No matter how long we are apart. No matter what happens,” Janus said softly. “You didn’t really think I’d be mad at you for leaving, did you? I was simply worried.”

Virgil grimaced. “Worse case scenario shit. I’m good at that, remember?”

“Mm. But this is not a worse case scenario. Things are going well for the time being. Enjoy it.”

“While it lasts,” Virgil said with a half-smile.

Janus chuckled. “Indeed. Cherish every moment.”

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beetlebumxo · 3 years

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She's My Collar (pt. 2)

Part 1 (smut)

Pairing: Damon Albarn (2015) x Reader

Warnings: some flirting, some language, angst, sadness...

Word Count: 1663

A/N: The morning after..

I wrote this as a continuation of the first part. I felt it was a little too long for one story. It took me so long to finally get this somewhat close to where I wanted it. It was a little painful, but I wanted to try and write a not so happy ending. Thanks for reading. ♥️ Sorry if it sucks.

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I woke up to find Damon sitting up in bed, our clothing strewn on the floor, the only remnant of the sins we committed the night before. I looked over at Damon, the comforter was wrapped messily around his waist, as he sat writing in his notepad. I laid my head against his warm shoulder, taking everything in. I relished in this moment we shared. I sighed and sank under the covers a little. Why was he making this so difficult for me and my stupid feelings now? Why was I having this reaction to him? This wasn't the first time we were together. I knew exactly what this was, and all it would ever be. Just another conquest, and we would meet again and again this way as we had. The last words he spoke to me still rang in my ears -- "I love you, too".

I pushed my thoughts aside and tried to focus on the present. I tried to forget about it and hope that he wouldn't bring it up. I wasn't sure how much time we would have left together, until he had to leave again for another place, another city, another show without me. But maybe just maybe..

"Good morning, love. I take it you slept well?" He said, gently kissing my head.

"Oh, you know I did after you tired me out." I playfully poked his arm.

"I think we both needed that, eh?" Damon chuckled.

"Mm. Damon, what are you writing?" I mumbled, still half asleep, I pushed the blanket a little further down off of my naked shoulders.

"Well, I've got this song, and.." he paused, adjusting his glasses.

"Annnnd?" I began.

He winked at me and adjusted his glasses again. He began reading a few lines off of the page. "she's the one I'm running with...this is my persona, secret lover, she's my collar.../sense her in my mind"

He looked at me, nodding with a slight smirk. I stared into his stunning blue eyes again.

"Look, I know what we do, what this is. But, honestly, I do think of you often." He replied. Damon gazed at me, slowly moving his hand to touch my cheek.

He knew exactly how to play the game to make me fall completely in love with him, but I kept shutting out the thought, I had to protect myself.

If we really became emotionally involved with each other it would hurt too much, as charming and beautiful as he was. I would just be another link on his chain, another notch in his belt.

I admit that I could see us together at times, times when he was sweet, caring, loving. I had visions of us walking around St. James Park, romantic candle lit dinners, holding hands. I suddenly felt a consciousness come back to me, as if I had returned from a somewhat outer body experience. I couldn't really fall in love with him.

My emotions were getting to me, maybe because I was almost completely sober last night, the words he said, how he made me feel, how I lost complete control in that moment.

"Damon.." I began, with a heavy sigh, breathing in his scent. "did you really m--" he suddenly cut me off, as if he could already read my mind.

"Oh, c'mon, Y/N. Sometimes I really think we make sense, don't you?"

I tried to hold myself together and avoid his charm. "Damon, don't do this. Don't you do this." I said with a tinge of pain in my chest.

Damon let out a heavy sigh, taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand. After a long pause he pushed the covers down and got out of bed. Placing a gentle kiss on my head, he began, "I'm going to shower ok? I need to be out of here in about an hour or so. Erm.. I'm not sure what your plans are, I mean you can stick around a bit or whatever you want to do." I watched his slightly toned figure disappear into the bathroom, as he closed the door behind him.

The bed was still warm from his body and I could still smell his cologne mixed with sweat from last night. I felt a little intoxicated just breathing in his scent, recalling last night. I felt a warmth wash over me again as I slid my dress and underwear on. I gazed around the room, his notepad caught my eye again.

"She's my serpentine, she's my collar/I send a message never call her/And now I wanna taste another."

I felt a slight wave of jealousy, my emotions were taking control now. I sighed heavily -- What was I doing? What was this? I love you. Oh there were so many things I loved about him. His brilliance, his talent, his sense of humor, his voice, his eyes, his gorgeous perfect nose, his strong, beautiful hands - oh, my heart wanted him, but my mind...

Damon soon emerged from the shower, his hair wet and shaggy, sticking to his forehead. He still managed to look absolutely gorgeous; if I wasn't completely sober and having these second thoughts--

"So, what about the rest of the song?" I asked, holding his notepad.

"Oh, it's nothing, really."

"Really, now?" I looked at him with disbelief.

"Y/N." He said with a bit of sterness in his voice. If he had said my name in that tone in a slightly different setting, I would have completely come undone. "I told you. Why are you reading so much into this? It's really about passion, having passion isn't it? Being passionate people?"

I sat back on the bed, wiping my sweaty palms on the white linen sheets.

"What are we, Damon? We sleep around, but then you tell me you love me?"

"You realize you said it first." Damon retorted

Those three painful words. The truth was, I was falling hard for him. I loved him.

"Damon…" I paused. "We agreed we would just sleep together. But what the hell are you doing to me, Damon?" I raised my voice, rubbing my forehead for a moment -- and I lied.

"I can't be in love… and neither can you." I whispered.

Damon walked over to me, still in his bath towel. He grabbed my hand, skin slightly warm and still wet from the shower.

"Y/N, wait, are you saying you're actually in love with me?"

"I don't know what I am anymore. After last night, something happened. I wasn't drunk. I felt things last night and I don't even know how or why."

"Oh, darling, Y/N. I didn't mean to hurt you. I felt things too, love. It was real for me. But, surely you understand this life, and-and.." Damon stuttered.

"I can't keep pretending that if or when we sleep together again, that I won't get jealous or angry. I thought I could fucking hold it together." I confessed, so confused by these feelings.

He looked at me with longing and hurt in his eyes. That look that made me love him, that look that made me want to forget reality and live in this fantasy world where things would just be perfect between us.

"Y/N, love, listen." He said running his large hand over mine. I looked at his ruggedly handsome face. "I never ever meant to make you feel this way. You are absolutely incredible. But.."

"But.." I repeated.

"But, I can't make these promises to you. I would love to do those, erm...boyfriend things with you." Damon started to look down and fidget with his hands. The once strong, dominant man, had now been forced to act like a small, insecure child. "You deserve someone who can give you that."

"Damon.." I paused looking directly into his eyes again. Those eyes that had such hunger the night before, those eyes that had such passion.

"Y/N, I know you understand all of this."

I stared at him for a moment, holding back the tears in my eyes, it was all too much.

I got up and started to pack my bags. It was almost time to check out. I realised that I wasn't sure about anything anymore. I had been his lover, his hook up, his groupie girl, his little slut as long as he wanted me to be. But now, I wanted to be his only. I wanted him to change. I wanted to be the girl he thought of every morning when he woke up and every night before he went to sleep. I wanted to be the one he wanted, the only one he wanted.

"I need to go." I said, my voice shaking.

Damon walked over to me and wrapped me in his strong arms. I couldn't handle this, this was all I wanted. Sure, we had sex, it was incredible. But this, oh this.. and yet I knew I could never really have this. I know a million girls would kill to be in my shoes, yet here I was just wanting to be his girlfriend, his wife, his love. I forced myself to break the embrace -- on the verge of breaking down.

I forced myself towards the door, trying to be stoic. My heart was breaking into a thousand pieces over this man. I wanted him to swoop in like in those romantic films and stop me from leaving. I wanted him to close the door, kiss me and tell me he's wrong, he's sorry, and I'm the only one he's ever loved. But, there was none of that, it was just me with my bag over my shoulder, holding onto the door knob just hoping he would see me and make me stay. I swiftly turned around and whispered "I love you, Damon." as I shut the door behind me.

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spiderman-homecomeme · 3 years

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you know how to treat it (you know how to eat it)

in which a very drunk Peter calls MJ late one night and tells her about one of his biggest fantasies

thotumn. day 6 & 9. face-sitting. “Shut up.” “Why don’t you make me?”

Thank you again @spideysmjs for setting this up! and bc i am a grandma i don’t know how to schedule things correctly, so this is goin up a little early! Enjoy!

Michelle blinks, eyes itching with exhaustion as she finally closes the textbook in her lap, tossing aside the convoluted words and scribbled notes. It’s late, too late for having an eight AM class in the morning, but Dr. Wheeler seems to have it out for her class, sending out an assignment with just twelve hours to go. You won’t have time in the real world, she’d said. People will throw things at you and ask for it back in an hour, she’d said.

While MJ didn’t doubt the validity of that statement, she thought thirty pages of notes with no warning was a little excessive. This is just undergrad.

Her phone pings, and she knows it’s from Cindy, ranting about that very same assignment. And sure enough, she sees the text wall, the string of upside down smiley-faces. Tapping out a reply in solidarity and a quick good night, MJ sets her phone aside, flopping back against the mattress and tugging the blanket up to her chin.

She’s just turned off her bedside lamp, just nestled into the covers, just found the that perfect spot on the bed, when the buzzing of her phone on the nightstand yanks her back into the conscious world.

Blowing a puff of air through her lips, her curls landing back on her face as she sits up, she grabs for her phone. And even if she’s a little annoyed, a sleepy smile stretches across her lips as Peter’s face lights up the screen.

“Hey.” Her voice comes out in a tired, croaky murmur.

“Emmmmmmm Jaaaaaaaaaaay,” Peter draws out warmly, so much so that she swears she can see his silly, delirious grin.

So he’s drunk.

“Hey, Pete,” she says again, falling back against the pillows. “What’s up?”

“Jus’ wanted to call and say hi—” he says slowly, as if he’s careful not to trip over his words, trying to sound sober even though he’s very much not. “—to my beautiful girlfriend.”

She cracks another smile, glancing at the alarm clock on her nightstand, knocking her feet together. “At… One in the morning?”

Peter gasps. “Aw, shit. Em, did I wake you?”

“Well, no. Not really,” she lets out a light laugh. “I was just getting in bed.”

“Oh. Okay, good.” She hears shifting on his side, hearing him almost drop the phone as he shuffles around what she assumes is his own bed. “Yeah, me too. Harry, Ned, and I went out and… I’ve been drinking. Just a li’l bit. But we got home and I just was like ‘Wow! I really wanna hear MJ’s voice.’ So I called you. Here I am.”

The ooey, gooey side of her that melts when Peter says anything of the sort threatens to come out, and for not the first time, she’s glad to not live in the dorms anymore, her only roommate being on the other side of the apartment. “Cute,” she says.

“Just know I’m giving you the biggest phone-hug right now.” His voice is muffled as he no doubt pushes the phone against his face.

Even cuter.

And even though she feels a little silly, she squeezes her phone, too. “Weirdo,” she says, unable to hide the affection in her tone—though to be fair, she’s not really trying all that hard.

“But you loooooove meeeeee.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And I love you!” There’s more shuffling on his end, his grunts from trying to get comfortable making her grin. He lets out a long sigh. “God, I can’t wait to see you this weekend.”

MJ’s chest warms at the reminder. “Me neither.”

“We’re gonna have so much sex.”

The snort she lets out surprises her—almost as much as what he’s just said. While she doesn’t doubt his statement—because yeah, she definitely misses that—she just can’t help but laugh. “How much have you had to drink?” She asks.

“Just a li’l…” He mumbles, though from his tone she can tell that he’s severely understating how much he’s had to drink. “Like… I’m drunk but like—I’m not… Druuuunk. You know? Like, I’m not, ‘woooooooooo party!!’ drunk.”

Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she nods, even though he can’t see her. “Yeah. Sure. Uh huh.”

“I’m jus’ sleepy,” he says innocently. “Very, very sleepy.”

“Then you should go to sleep,” She teases, her cheeks starting to hurt. “Get some rest, Tiger,” she says softly.

“I wanna talk to you first, though,” he says, and she can almost hear the pout in his tone. It makes her shake her head fondly. “I miss you. A lot. So much.”

A pang of something tugs at MJ’s heart. “I miss you, too,” she replies earnestly, a lump forming in her throat.

They knew what they were getting into, going long-distance. What, with Peter choosing to stay at Empire State and Michelle choosing Princeton. It wasn’t too long of a drive, by any means, but it was still an hour and a half. It meant not being able to see each other on the busiest days. It meant having to go weeks without seeing each other, without holding or kissing each other. And it was nights like this, long nights after rough study sessions that she wished they could be together, that she could cuddle up to him and squeeze away all of her worries, even if just for a few moments.

She refuses to let this get to her right now, though. Not while they’re on the phone in the middle of the night. Especially not while he’s intoxicated.

“God, I wish you were here,” she hears him breathe into the phone, and she has to crack a smile at that, biting her bottom lip. That tone is one she’s very familiar with. “With me. In my bed.”

She holds back another snort at that. “Yeah?”

“It’d be pretty nice,” he continues. “I just wanna…”

He trails off a bit, and she’s wondering if he’s fallen asleep when the words tumble out of his mouth.

“Just wanna taste you.”

“Peter!” She scolds him lightly, not expecting him to go from zero to a hundred that quickly.

“I love eating you out, though. Oh my God.”

She can feel her face absolutely burning now, hearing his gruff voice right in her ear; she can picture it so clearly, his head buried between her legs, his curls tickling her thighs as he—

“And you know what’d be, like, really cool?”

She has to laugh at that, covering her mouth, unconsciously crossing her legs. “What?”

There’s another bout of silence where he doesn’t say anything. “I’ve been thinking about this so much, oh my God. But like… I really wanna eat you out but… with like you above me? Y’know? There’s a word, or some term for that I know but I can’t think of it…” His voice lowers to a mumble at the end, and she can hear him take a deep breath as he tries to think. His drunken, fuzzy laugh tugs at her chest.

Her lips twist into a knowing smile, her face hot, a gentle ache forming between her thighs as her own breathing starts to slow. “You want me to sit on your face?”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it. God, Em. You’re so smart.” He hums. “That’d be so great. So hot.”

“I try,” she jokes.

“You always suc—succeed,” he says, pausing as he tries to navigate each syllable. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and like—your thighs just around my head and you—you just grinding yourself on my face. Fuck—”

She almost hates Peter for bringing this up—drunk or not—because now it’s all she’s going to be able to think about for the next few days until they can see each other. Squeezing her legs together to relieve some of the ache, she smiles. “That does sound pretty cool.”

“Right? So cool. So cool.”

“I mean,” she starts slowly, her fingers absently playing with a loose thread on the blanket. “We could probably try that,” she offers with a feigned sense of nonchalance. There’s nothing casual about how she’s feeling right now. This is definitely something she’s going to have to talk to sober Peter about tomorrow. Or the next time she sees him.

Not ignoring this. At all.

“Wait. Fuck—Really?”

And again, she has to hold back the laugh at how enthusiastic he sounds, feeling that dumb, warm fuzzy feeling even when he’s talking about wanting her to sit on his face.

“Yeah,” she replies, a little breathless.

“You’re the best girlfriend ever,” he beams into the phone. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“And not just because you let me eat you out—”

She swears, if he says, ‘eat you out,’ one more time—

“—But also because you’re so smart, and so funny, and so pretty, and just so amazing, and such a good person and I’m so lucky to have you, like, holy shit. I really hit the jackpot.”

She can only manage a short, near-timid response. It’s not a strange occurrence, her boyfriend showering her with praise—this is just a day in her life being with him. But hearing his soft voice at one in the morning—even drunk—somehow just hits differently. “Well, jeez, Pete…”

“I love cuddling with you, and holding you, and kissing you—”

“—And having sex with me?” She asks, teasing.

“—Especially having sex with you. F’course.”

His voice is starting to trail off, syllables melting together as he fights to stay awake. She wants to call him on his shit, to tease him for tapping out after drunkenly trying to initiate phone sex—sure, it might have been doomed from the start, but it could’ve been fun.

Instead, she laughs, listening as his breathing slows. She smiles hearing his gentle snore.

When he texts her the next morning, he doesn’t mention his little fantasy. In fact, he doesn’t seem to remember their late night phone call at all. The night before is all just a fuzzy, blurry haze of too much tequila shots, according to him. And given how he doesn’t remember the exact number of adult beverages he’d had—it has to be somewhere in the late teens with his super-liver and super-kidneys—it’s not all that surprising that his initial good morning text is just a series of the throwing-up emoji.

At least, she would sincerely hope that’s not related to what he’d said last night.

But still, she decides to take this opportunity to both mess with the love of her life, and surprise him—her two favorite things. This decision comes from how clueless he acts when she asks, the series of question marks that follow her question about what exactly he remembers. She doesn’t fill Peter in on what he said, keeping it all to herself. No, the less he actually knows, the better the surprise will actually be. And the fact that he’s apparently been thinking about this for a long time—all without saying something—just makes it all the more sweeter.

And just as she’d thought, she can’t get Peter’s words out of her mind. With another visit coming up in the next two days, it almost makes the wait even worse. Everytime she so much as stops whatever busy-work she’s doing, her brain immediately swerves back into that lane. In class, in the library, on the quad, in her apartment. It’s all too much. It doesn’t matter. Ever since Peter said that, she hasn’t known peace.

It takes everything in her the next night not to bring it up again during their regular skype call.

No, she’s able to get a grip, at least to some degree.

But every sense of self-control goes flying out the window as soon as she’s on his doorstep.

The door to his apartment isn’t even closed before MJ’s on him. She’s been dangling this “surprise” over his head for the past two days—two days too many. Her kisses are greedy, drinking him in as she grabs fistfulls of his shirt and nearly ripping it off of him. And she revels in the feeling—as she always does—of his skin under her touch after so long apart. The feeling of his hands roaming her hips and waist, needy and insistent, fingers digging into her skin is the high she needs, the one she always needs, that she can’t imagine living without.

“So you really don’t remember what you said on the phone the other night?” She asks against his mouth, perched on his lap, his hands gripping her hips as she unconsciously grinds down.

Peter’s eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, his grip tightening as he breathes out a laugh. “No. No, I don’t.”

“Mmm…” A floaty smile tugs at the corner of her lips as they gently press against his in a deceptively chaste kiss. “Shame.”

He pulls back after a moment, something in his eyes saying that he’s already picked up on her tone. “Was it good? Bad?”

Her hands wander up, hanging around his shoulders, one playing with the curls at the nape of his neck as she squints playfully at him. “I’d say good.”

“Oh?” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks up at her. “Well, cool. Glad I don’t have to worry about saying something stupid.”

“No, you always have to worry about that.”

“Hey!”

With a swift pinch to her sides, she jerks forward, curling into him with a surprised yelp.

“Don’t be rude,” he says through a laugh, still tickling her. “What did I say?”

“Okay—okay, fine!” Michelle pushes him away, unable to hide the humor in her tone. “I’ll tell you. Or—I guess I’ll show you?”

“‘Kay…” Peter looks up at her with wide, curious eyes; especially when she stands up, removing her shirt and underwear and kicking them to the side. His smile only widens when she pushes him back onto the bed, hovering above him, straddling his hips. And because she can’t help herself, her lips immediately capture his, melting into him with a slow, heated kiss. His breathy moan shoots straight down between her thighs, and she presses against him in an effort to relieve some of the pressure.

There’s a cheeky grin on his face when he pulls back as one of his hands wanders down to roughly knead her ass. “You gonna tell me what I said?”

With another quick kiss to his lips, she sits up. “Well, you were absolutely wasted.”

“Yeah…”

“And you were rambling on and on about how much you missed me, how much you loved me, how much you liked kissing me.” Despite her apparent confidence, her chest and cheeks are burning, her breath catching as she speaks.

“Checks out.” A lop-sided grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“And how much you liked eating me out? Apparently?” She just barely makes that out, her heart hammering in her throat, the heat in her center becoming almost unbearable.

Peter closes his eyes, nodding solemnly. “Yes. Yup. I do.” He cracks another smile as he playfully squeezes her hips. “Flavortown is my favorite place.”

“No—” She gently slaps his bare chest, struggling to bite back her own grin. “Stop that.”

Her hand smooths over his pec, down to his abs, smirking in delight as his muscles twitch under her touch.

“Sorry.” He winks. “Continue.”

“Well—” Michelle speaks slowly, starting to move herself up on him. “—You said you wanted to try something. Related. To that.”

His eyebrows raise curiously, his forehead wrinkling. “Yeah?” He asks, tilting his head.

“Yeah. Something about me sitting on your face?”

The way his eyes widen is something she can’t help but find adorable—so much so, she wishes she could take a picture of it. He breathes out a surprised—somewhat horny—laugh. He nods, giving a casual frown.

“So does that sound like something you’d say?” Michelle asks, her voice low. “Is that something you want?”

Peter’s hands wander from her hips, ghosting along her sides, his thumbs caressing the undersides of her breasts, and back down again, and when he looks up at her, there’s something in his eyes that causes her stomach to flip in the best way possible.

But then, of course, he’s Peter.

“MJ, you’ll be glad to know. Just for this moment—”

And he has to open his mouth.

“—I saved the best seat in the house for you.”

He emphasizes his point, patting his mouth with two fingers.

She has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling, her lips twisting as she glares at him. “Okay. No. I’m done. Bye,” she says, struggling not to laugh as she starts to climb off of him.

“Nooooooo—” Peter immediately keeps her in place, his hands on her hips. “—Please.”

“I’m so tired of you!” She laughs.

“Oh?” Peter tilts his head. “If you’re tired, why don’t you—” Another pat to his face. “—Take a seat?”

Only he can make her eyes roll in the back of her head in more than one way. “Shut up.”

There’s stupid, lopsided little grin on his face—full of too much mischief—as looks up at her, challenging. “Why don’t you make me?”

And she could swear that the wind’s been knocked out of her at that moment, the corner of her lips twitching upward into a surprised smile.

He scoots them back, close enough that she can hang on to the headboard—of which he tells her she’ll definitely need to do.

She almost smacks him again.

The air around her crackles with electricity as she slowly climbs up his chest, his hands on her thighs guiding her as she moves to straddle his face. Her own hands steady herself on the headboard, but she doesn’t look down until she’s in place, because, to be frank, it’s a lot to take in. Sure, she’s seen his face between her thighs plenty of times—it’s become one of her favorite sights in the world—but this, being above him, his mouth and nose covered by her as their eyes meet causes a heady rush to flare in her chest. There’s something about the way he grips her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pulls her down.

It’s gentle at first, the deceptively chaste kisses he plants along her center, his eyes fluttering closed as he breathes her in. Already, he’s barely touched her and she feels seconds from falling apart, her face burning as his gaze flits up to meet hers. His lips ghost around her clit, never quite touching where she wants, and she can feel him smile against her as she unconsciously tries to grind herself onto him. He holds her still, looking up at her with a raised, amused brow, before licking a long stripe up her center.

The breathy moan he releases as he tastes her sends her head thrown back, and he smiles again as she sucks in a breath at the vibration, her grip on the headboard tightening. A shuddering sigh slips past her lips as his tongue swirls her arousal around, dipping down to the wetness at her entrance, his nose brushing against her clit.

It’s the whine that leaves her lips that has him desperately pulling her closer, pressing her to him with such need, such hunger, such insistence; as if she’s oxygen. He moans without abandon into her cunt, his hard sucking on her clit causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up her spine, her toes to curl into the sheets.

“Fuck, Peter—” She breathes, hanging her head as she struggles to hold herself upright on the headboard.

He only hums, clearly in enthusiastic agreement, holding her flush against him, mouth hot and wet as he laps fervently at her heat, his fingers massaging her thighs, drifting to her hips and squeezing, before finally coming to the curve of her ass.

She’s uncharacteristically shy at first, the tentative rocking of her hips coming in the heat of the moment. The muscles in her thighs twitch when he flattens his tongue and guides her, grinding her against him, his grip on her turning his knuckles white.

It’s always intoxicating, feeling him everywhere, his soft lips as they suck her clit, then his tongue as it spreads her arousal, as it starts fucking into her so well. A moan rips through her, her wet breath catching as he wraps a hand around to flick at her swollen clit. The warmth pooled in her lower stomach swells, melting, radiating through her legs to the tips of her toes, up to her chest.

One of her hands falls from the headboard, snapping to his head, fingers carding through his curls for purchase, her chest heaving as fucks her with his tongue. A throaty moans escapes him as she jerks him closer, rutting herself against his face as she arches her back.

She’s so close. Her thighs squeeze his head, the coil within her tightening and tightening, and—in an instant—there’s the invasive thought that he might not be able to breath. But when she tries to loosen up, when she starts to pull just an inch away, he reels her right back, more insistent, his hands on her hips, weighing her down.

“So fucking good, MJ,” he praises filthily into her cunt, emphasizing his point with a hard slap to her ass.

Her back straightens, rigid as she chokes on a gasp, the lewd sounds of his needy grunts, his sloppy kisses, her arousal—how wet she is on his lips and tongue—cause her body to burn, to set her skin alight, and she almost curses the both of them for not doing this sooner.

It’s addictive, dangerously so, as she crumples forward against the headboard, her fist still in tangled in his hair, her muscles tightening, burning. This time, she doesn’t stop herself as her thighs close around his head, squeezing with a force that only eggs him on, his mouth urgent as it works her over.

“That’s it, baby—” His voice is muffled in her heat, drowned by his ministrations.

She comes with a broken whine, panting with want as she feels herself spasming, a floaty, wavy smile pulling at her lips as Peter laps her through her orgasm.

But even as she comes down from her first high, Peter—never one for backing down—doesn’t seem ready to quit. When she pulls up again, he yanks her back, his gaze pleading as he looks up at her, silently begging her not to move. It’s so soon after, though, and his mouth still so hot on her sensitive clit sends a shock through her, her hips desperately rocking against his face—the feeling both too much and not enough.

Her second orgasm takes her by surprise, ripping through her as he sucks harshly on her clit. It’s an out-of-body experience—cliche as it sounds; she swears her vision goes out for more than a second, and she wonders if she’s somehow accidentally pulled a chunk of his hair out with how hard she was gripping. It takes more than a moment to come back to reality, her hips bucking as Peter still laps languidly at her cunt, flicking slowly at her clit, as if he still hasn’t had his fill. It’s almost as if he’s making a show of it, the moans coming from his lips, the vibrations of them against hers, somehow making her even wetter.

He pulls back slightly, and her mouth and throat goes dry seeing his nose, mouth, and chin slick and glistening with her. His lips puffy and pink, hair wild, looking completely fucked out. “You think you got a third?” He asks with a gentle pat to the curve of her hips.

And it’s his voice that makes her have to keep her eyes from rolling back; at least an octave lower, husky.

But it’s the adoration in his eyes that makes her heart swell.

Taking a shuddering breath, she nods. “Yeah,” she replies, biting her lip through a smile. “Please.”

He grins back up at her, scooting down on the bed a bit, pulling her with him. It gives her enough room to bend forward, now bracing herself on the mattress. His warm breath fans over her soaked cunt, and it takes everything in her not to squeeze her legs together again. His hands smooth over her skin, kneading the flesh of her ass as he pulls her down again. And he takes a moment to place another tender kiss on her sensitive clit—a gesture and touch that causes her hips to jolt—before taking hold of her and roughly pulling her down again.

This time, he’s quick to wrap his lips around her clit, sucking and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves, yet still savoring her. Her choked moan is cut off as one of his hands coils around behind her, swiping his fingers through her wetness, coating themselves in her arousal.

How Peter can get these sounds out of her, she thanks whatever higher power there is for that. The breathless whine the tumbles from her lips as her jaw goes slack, her body slumping further as he starts to pump two fingers into her, curling just so that she can’t help but chant his name like a prayer, over and over into the pillow.

It’s not long before she’s coming all over his fingers, his mouth, feeling herself fluttering around him as she desperately grinds down. For a moment, she almost forgets where she is, smiling and mumbling dreamily, not even sure what she’s saying as Peter moves out from under her. She feels his lips on her back as he kisses his way up her spine, his lips soft and gentle, full of love, on her skin.

When he reaches her face, his hand moves to cup her cheek as he lays beside her, his thumb smoothing over her skin.

She blearily looks at him, dazed, body still thrumming, buzzing from her third orgasm.

“Hey,” he says, his smile lop-sided, dopey; an expression so soft coming from someone doing such filthy things moments before.

Peter.

And MJ hums, closing her eyes again as he pulls her close, capturing her lips with his in a searing kiss. Another moan escapes her as she tastes herself on his mouth, her tongue slipping past his lips, drinking him in.

When he pulls back again, he can’t help but bite his lip. “How was that?” he asks, though from the smirk on his face, he seems to already know the answer.

Still breathless, MJ grins, shrugging as she starts to sit up. “It was alright.”

“Woooooow.” His jaw drops in mock-offense as he follows. “Three times was alright?”

“I think we’ll have to do it again,” she teases. “Just so I can really form an opinion. You know?”

“Oh, of course,” he murmurs, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes, his hands migrating to her hips, ready to pull her into his lap.

But she stops him, her eyes tinted with mischief as she glances between his face and the outline of his painfully hard cock straining against his boxer briefs.

“Is this seat taken?”

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