#if you’re nothing without the queue then you shouldn’t have it

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all roads lead back to you | c.sc (scoups)

(where you take an annual cabin trip with your friends and your ex decides to join this year)

pairing: ex!seungcheol (scoups) x f!reader genre: exes to lovers | angst, smut rating: explicit - minors DNI word count: ~10.6k warnings: these are exes and the relationship ended badly, but we're healing, drinking, midnight kisses, reader is mentioned as wearing a skirt & tights, making out, seungcheol picks reader up, body worship, slight nipple play, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. & m. receiving), choking, cheol has a big dick (i don't make the rules), unprotected sex (they talk about it, but don't do this), multiple orgasms & overstimulation (f. receiving), aftercare

a/n: this is for @k-vanity's 25 tips for surviving the holidays. day 11 - cabin vacation. i'm not really sure what happened, something about scoups just makes me blackout and write too much (i only started this 2 days ago). also shoutout to @tbzhub for saying we'd do this together lmao. thank you to @gyuwoncheol, @wonwussy, & @wooahaeproductions for helping me land on cheol for this fic. also, just for fun, tagging some scoups enjoyers because i'm nothing if not a menace: @ugh-yoongi, @seungkwansphd, @wongyuseokie, @beomcoups, @horanghater, @cheolism

The holidays are usually your favorite time of year. Sure, they’re really hectic and there’s always way too much to do without nearly enough time to do it. But, you still love it. Love being around friends and family. Love how everyone seems to acknowledge that any problems can wait for the new year. This is a time for joy and happiness. A time to celebrate all the wonderful things that did happen and leave the bad in the year you’re leaving behind. 

This time of year also brings around an annual trip that you take with friends. A trip to a secluded cabin where you can all just disconnect. Where you can sit by the fireplace and read. Where you can go to the nearby resort to ski or snowboard. Where you can drink hot cocoa and swap stories and just enjoy the company without the bustle of the city. It’s one of your favorite weekends every time the holidays roll around. 

Not this year. 

This year, your friends decide that they want to make the group a little bigger and spend a long weekend, including New Year’s Eve, together. Which is great, you’re single and there’s nobody else you’d rather ring the New Year in with. Except for one problem. Your ex is also coming. It’s been a little over a year since you broke up, so you know it’s time to move on. Moving on feels a lot harder when he decides he’s going to come to the cabin weekend again this year. It shouldn’t really surprise you. After all, you were friends before you dated. Didn’t think anything could stop you from being friends after. Didn’t actually think there would be an after, if you’re honest. And you’re definitely not going to be the one to back out or admit you’re still not really over it. 

So, that’s why you’re sitting in a car with Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Mimi, headed off to the cabins that your friends booked for an extended long weekend. You’re just thankful that Wonwoo offered you a spot in his car on the way up. Makes it a lot easier. Even if it means Jihoon and Mimi are currently in each other’s space in the backseat as she shows him something on her phone. It’s not that you mind how cute they are together, it’s just still weird to see Jihoon acting like that with anyone. She seems to have waltzed in and melted any defenses he had.

From his position in the driver’s seat, Wonwoo reaches over to squeeze your thigh. You look over at him, grateful for the reminder that you’re not alone in all of this. Grateful that he swore up and down to make sure you never felt awkward the whole weekend. Maybe it won’t be so bad, you think, as you queue up more songs for the drive. That’s the best part about being in the front seat. You get to control the music and Wonwoo started the trip by telling Jihoon and Mimi just to roll with it. Not that they’re paying all that much attention, but it was a nice thought all the same. 

The drive up is uneventful. Wonwoo navigates the winding back roads with a practiced ease. You sigh happily, taking in all the trees dusted with snow and the winter wonderland all around as you leave most of your troubles behind. There’s something almost refreshing about being out here. Like the air is crisper and everything is stiller. Wonwoo would make a smartass comment about how there’s more trees, less pollution, and a lot fewer people. So, of course all those things are true. You think it’s more, something about the magic of Christmas and the New Year. 

Your smile falls the second you pull up to the main cabin because you can see that Seungcheol’s car is already there. Figures he would not only drive, but beat you there. You try to set that aside, though, because the place is beautiful. It’s set up with a main cabin where you can hang out, cook, play games, or do whatever you want. Then, there are separate small cabins, mostly just with bedrooms and bathrooms, to sleep in. Nayeon, bless her, took care of figuring out the sleeping arrangements for everyone. At least that would be easy. 

Jihoon and Mimi are out of the car almost as soon as it stops, even if Jihoon grumbles about how his legs are stiff and the air is cold. It takes one smile from Mimi and he’s smiling back, grabbing their bags from the car to head for the main cabin. Meanwhile, Wonwoo adjusts his glasses and makes sure everything is turned off before getting out of the car to stretch. When he meets you at the trunk, his gaze is soft. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asks. 

You sigh and pull out your suitcase, with a little help from your friend. “No.” 

“We shouldn’t have come,” Wonwoo says.

“Just because I’m being a baby doesn’t mean you should’ve stayed away,” you reassure him.

“You’re not being a baby,” he says with a frown. 

“Still,” you press. “We’ve been broken up for a year. There’s going to be a lot of people here, it’ll be fine.”

“As long as you’re sure,” Wonwoo relents. “He didn’t bring anyone, did he?” 

“No, Nayeon said it’s just him. She’s worried about me too,” you say with a playful eye roll. “She’s got me staying in a cabin with you, her, and Joshua.”

“I’m glad we’re at least staying together,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m gonna be fine, Wonwoo, you worry too much,” you insist. 

You get through the first night and breakfast the next morning without having to say a single word to Seungcheol. It’s been awhile since you last saw some of your friends, so there’s a lot to catch up on. The group is also pretty large, which makes it easier to blend in. Everything, even something as simple as making a meal, is kind of a process, too. You’ve always been pretty comfortable in the kitchen and offer to help cook. Seungcheol can’t say the same. It feels like maybe it’ll be smooth and you can just do your own separate things without it being a big deal. Like you can both just agree to give each other space during the trip and not be awkward.

That lasts until the afternoon on the first full day, unfortunately. 

Even though a lot of people take time off between Christmas and New Year’s, a decent portion of the group decides a Friday will still be less busy on the slopes. They want to get some runs in earlier in the day before whatever everyone wants to do later. Seungcheol, thankfully, was one of the first to say he wanted to go. Not surprising, you know he likes really anything where he can be active. Wonwoo was also quick to say he wanted to, after asking you if that was okay. You, again, insisted it was fine. 

You’re reading your book by the fire, periodically watching Jun, Nayeon, and Mimi play cards on the other side of the room, when Seungcheol comes hobbling back in. Minghao just behind him, scolding him for not waiting and ruining the peaceful atmosphere. 

“What’s wrong?” Nayeon asks, looking up from the game.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Seungcheol says shortly.

“He rolled his ankle,” Minghao interjects. 

“Now you see why I stayed behind,” Jun says.

“I’m fine, really,” Seungcheol insists. 

“You should ice it just in case. And keep it elevated,” Minghao says as heads off to the kitchen. 

Trying to keep your face straight, you mark the page in your book and get up. All you want is for this to be as subtle as possible. But, Jun is also in the room.

“Where are you going?” Jun asks. 

“Oh, just back to my room to get something,” 

It’s a lie and you’re pretty sure they know it, but you also don’t care. You’re not going to stay in the room with an injured Seungcheol because he gets pouty when he can’t do exactly what he wants. This is going to be one of those times. There’s no way he’s going to be happy sitting still when he knows his other friends are still out on the trails. Especially when it’s such a minor thing. You hope that they all understand your decision to just let them deal with him and whatever he has to say.

When you feel like it’s been enough time, you venture back into the main cabin, portable charger in hand, for good measure. Not that you think anyone will ask what it is that you needed from your room, but it’s always a good idea to be prepared. Just in case. At first glance, you think the main living area is empty. That makes you sigh in a little relief. Not that you want to be alone when this is a trip for friends. It’s just nice to have a quiet moment in all the chaos. You think you’ll be able to get back to your book, at least for a little, until you notice someone laying on the couch. Not someone. Seungcheol. Quickly, you turn around, hoping he doesn’t see you. And it would probably work, if you didn’t bump into the corner of a table on your way out.

His head snaps up and swivels to look at you. “What - oh.” 

“Sorry, I was just leaving,” you say.

“Can you really not be in the same room as me?” he asks. He sits up so that he can look at you more easily.

“I’ve been in the same room as you plenty,” you point out.

“Not alone,” he persists. 

“What reason would we possibly have to be alone together?” you wonder. 

“You don’t have to be so…” he starts.

“So, what?” you press.

“So…like this,” Seungcheol finishes, somewhat lamely.

“How should I be?” you ask. 

“I don’t know, just, not like this. We were always comfortable with each other, even before…” he starts and stops suddenly.

“Before we dated? Before you shattered my heart? Before you decided it was easier to shut me out instead of just talking to me?” you ask, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

“I know,” he admits.

“You just abandoned me,” you say quietly. “I needed you and you weren’t there. I never would’ve left you like that.” 

“I know. I made so many mistakes. So many things I can’t take back,” he says. He actually looks remorseful. You’re not sure if that’s better or worse. “I’m so sorry for that. I would take it all back if I could. I’d do everything differently.”

“This was a mistake,” you say.

“Talking to me?” he asks.

“Coming on this trip at all,” you admit and turn away. “I have to go.” 

With your back to him, you miss the way his face falls at your admission. Don’t see the way he considers getting up to follow after you. It’s for the best, anyway. Your heart's already breaking again just from one conversation. Just from seeing the emotion on his face. The one face you thought you’d always know better than your own. It’s amazing how everything can change in a single moment. How something that took years to build, first as friends and then as a couple, can all come tumbling down in a second. A split second or a fork in the road. One wrong turn and it’s all gone. 

You make it through to Saturday without any more forced conversations with your ex-boyfriend. Manage to sit on the opposite end of the table from him during meals. Wait until he commits to playing a game or watching something before you decide what to do yourself. Still, you feel very included in everything with different groups of your friends because there are plenty of people there to hang out with. If you take the forced conversation with him out of the equation, it’s actually been a pretty good trip, overall. Not nearly as hard as you expected it to be. 

“I’m gonna go check out the lodge at the mountain, anyone wanna come?” Wonwoo throws out. There’s a smattering of lukewarm responses. Mostly, people say they may hit the trails a little bit later after they’ve had a lazy morning.

“I’ll come,” you offer. 

“Shocking that you two are a pair,” Nayeon jokes from her spot on the couch, curled up with Joshua.

“That’s enough out of you,” you joke back before turning to Wonwoo. “I’ll go grab my coat.”

“Can you grab my hat? I think I left it in my room,” Wonwoo requests.

“Sure,” you agree. 

When you meet Wonwoo in the entranceway, you find your eyes back on the living area. Almost like you can feel someone watching you. But, when nobody is, you figure that you must have imagined it, not noticing the way Seungcheol’s jaw tightens or his mouth turns down in frown. He had just been looking and he wasn’t liking what he saw. Instead, having missed all that, you fall into step beside one of your closest friends and head out of the cabin.

“It’s not a far walk, but we can drive if you want,” Wonwoo offers, sticking his hands into his pockets.

“No, a walk would be nice. It’s not as cold today,” you say.

One of the best parts of being friends with Wonwoo is the sheer comfort you feel with him. It’s always been like this, since the beginning of your friendship. Always just as easy to say the hard things to him as it is to sit in silence. Always easy to avoid the hard things, because he seems to find it easy to to tell when you don’t want to say something. Unfortunately, it’s also easy for him to push you to speak, even when you’re not sure if you want to. Like now, as soon as you reach the Lodge. 

“Are you doing okay?” Wonwoo asks as the pair of you make your way over to a stand selling hot drinks. 

“I’m assuming you don’t mean from the walk over here,” you deflect while you look at the menu.

“No,” Wonwoo answers simply. 

“I’m fine,” you insist, stepping up to the counter. “Peppermint hot chocolate and whatever he wants.”

“You don’t have to…” Wonwoo starts, falling silent at the look you give him. He sighs, knowing you won’t relent. “Just a plain hot chocolate.” 

“Thanks,” you say as you pay.

“You’re not fine. I can see it on you,” Wonwoo says.

You pause when someone calls out your name for the order. “I really am doing fine. The only hard part was getting sucked into a short conversation with him yesterday.”

“What did he say?” Wonwoo asks. 

“Nothing much,” you say and meet Wonwoo’s eyes. You can tell you need to carry on. So, you recount the conversation as best as you can remember.

“He misses you,” Wonwoo surmises. 

“And if he does? What does it matter?” you ask.

“You miss him too,” Wonwoo points out. “That’s why it matters.”

“I don’t,” you argue. “He broke my heart.” 

“What happened? A year ago when you broke up, what happened?” Wonwoo asks.

“You know what happened,” you say with a sigh.

“No, I don’t. I know he left, somehow, but I don’t know what really happened. You’ve always kept that part of the story close to the vest,” Wonwoo says.

“Because it still hurts,” you plead. 

“Maybe it’s time you let someone else take a little of that pain by talking about it,” Wonwoo suggests. You find a table to sit down as you’re considering sharing.

Ultimately, it would be nice to get someone else’s perspective. To get someone who knows you both, and cares about you both, to weigh in on everything that happened. Even if Wonwoo seemingly took your side, you know he still talks to Seungcheol as well. With a steadying breath, you launch into the whole explanation, at least your side of it. It’s time, past time, honestly, that you get this off your chest.

It was great, at the beginning. The two of you were friends first, for years, before something shifted and you started to see each other differently. Suddenly stepping a little more carefully around each other. Not really knowing what to do or what to expect. Not sure if it would ruin the friendship to admit that there were feelings there. Until one day, Seungcheol finally made the move, asked you out on a date, and made sure you knew that’s what he was asking. It got very serious, very quickly. Far more quickly than either of you expected. But, that’s what happens when you start as friends. There are so many things you already know, so many things you don’t have to ask, so many memories already embedded into your relationship. Things were good. It wasn’t like they were perfect. There were little fights here and there, but nothing that felt that serious. Nothing that felt like a dealbreaker. 

It’s hard to admit, even to Wonwoo, that you saw Seungcheol as your forever. As someone you wouldn’t let go of once you had him. He was your safe space without ever being boring. Your protector without ever being one of those toxic assholes. Your biggest cheerleader without being condescending. It was way too early in the relationship to be feeling like he was your forever, so you didn’t ever say it to him, but you felt it. Felt it deep in your bones. He was also vulnerable with you in a way that he wasn’t with anyone else. At least anyone else that you’d seen. The first time he just let you take care of him, let you see him as something other than someone strong and in control, it made you fall even more deeply for him. It didn’t hurt that he nearly stopped your heart with how stupid hot he was. That gets a snort out of Wonwoo before you continue on. 

Suddenly, everything changed. Seungcheol withdrew into himself and stopped confiding in you. He could always be a bit moody, a little deep in his feelings. Still, he would always talk to you about it. Would always share with you what he was feeling. Sometimes it was something so simple as you getting a little too much attention, which he didn’t like. He could be a little jealous. It was something you worked on with him. Sometimes it was a conversation with a friend weighing heavily or something going wrong at work. No matter what, he always talked to you about it. Until he didn’t. Until he just stopped saying much of anything. Until he got a bit secretive with everything in his life and you didn’t really recognize him anymore. His phone was always turned over. Not fully paying attention to you when you were in group settings. Not making plans the way he used to.

“What did you do?” Wonwoo asks. 

“I confronted him,” you say. Simple. It was so simple. “I told him it wasn’t okay and that I deserved better. That we always got through things together and that we needed to get back to that.” 

“Mature of you,” Wonwoo says.

“I thought so,” you say and take a steadying breath. “He agreed, even. Told me that I did deserve better.”

“So what…” Wonwoo asks, but trails off. Obviously confused. 

“He said that it was too much. That he couldn’t give me the things I deserved. That I would be better off finding someone else who could,” you say and wipe away the stray tear. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” Wonwoo says. 

“I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want you to look at me like that,” you admit. “Like I was broken because someone didn’t want to love me.”

“You’re not broken,” Wonwoo insists softly, hand reaching out for one of yours. “You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. But it’s okay to admit when you need help. Or when you need a friend.”

“I know,” you sigh. “It’s just hard.”

“I know, but I’m here,” Wonwoo assures you. 

Saturday night finds Wonwoo and Seungcheol as the last two awake in the living room, finishing their drinks in relative silence. It used to be easy for Seungcheol, sitting with his friend like this. Yet, it hasn’t been, not in the last year since he broke up with you. Not since Wonwoo made it clear that they were friends, but he was sticking by you no matter what. Not that Wonwoo’s been cold or rude or anything. That would have made it easier, Seungcheol thinks. No, instead he’s been mostly the same. Still just as friendly and supportive. All it does is make him feel worse. Why can’t Wonwoo just say what’s really on his mind?

“How was the lodge earlier?” Seungcheol asks.

“Hmm?” Wonwoo asks, eyes seeming to come back into focus as they look over at him.

“The lodge? You went over there earlier. I was just asking how it was,” Seungcheol repeats.

“Oh, fine. We just ended up getting hot chocolate and talking. Kinda watched people coming and going from the trails,” Wonwoo says like it doesn’t matter. Maybe it doesn’t. 

“Are you two…are you…” Seungcheol starts and stops the question several times.

“Dating?” Wonwoo asks, taking pity on his friend. “No. She’s been single since…”

“I broke her heart?” Seungcheol supplies humorlessly. 

“I wasn’t going to say that.” 

“No? It seems like someone spending that much time with her would say that.” 

Wonwoo regards him for a second, adjusts his glasses like he’s buying time to think. “What happened? With you and her, what happened?”

“I’m sure you’ve already heard it from her.” The answer is short. Seungcheol doesn’t want to play these games, not with someone that’s so obviously close to you.

“I’m not asking to hear it from her. I’m asking to hear it from you,” Wonwoo presses. He’s insistent, but his eyes are soft. It’s easy to wonder if it’s time to share. 

“I got scared,” Seungcheol admits. “And jealous.” 

“Of what? Or of who?” Wonwoo asks.  Seungcheol takes a long sip of his drink and grimaces a little. He isn’t buzzed enough for this. Can’t really believe he’s entertaining sharing in the first place. But, well, isn’t this what he’s hoping for? Another chance?

“Of everything and everyone,” Seungcheol says. “She was so kind, so patient, so good to me. Good for me. Just the best person I’ve ever known. I just thought that one day, she’d wake up and she’d realize that she deserved more than me.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “Why did you think that?” 

“I don’t know,” Seungcheol admits. “I guess, well I know I can be difficult. That I get in my head a lot. I know sometimes it’s hard to talk about what I’m feeling. She made a lot of that feel easier, which made me fall harder for her. But, then she makes a lot of people feel that way, doesn’t she? Like she’s the only one who will understand. I don’t even think I was the only friend of ours that had feelings for her. I just, I don’t know, it sounds so fucking dumb now, but I couldn’t compete.” 

“It wasn’t a competition, Cheol,” Wonwoo says.

“I know that,” Seungcheol insists.

Wonwoo fixes him with a stare. “Do you? She’s a lot of things, maybe a lot that make people interested in her. But, she chose you. She chose you and kept choosing you, every chance she got. I don’t think that ever would’ve changed.” 

“Do you want me to feel worse?” Seungcheol asks, voice rising a bit. “I already told her that I would go back and change things if I could, but I can’t.” 

“Do you still love her?” Wonwoo asks, voice so quiet. Yet, it carries all the same.

“Of course I do,” Seungcheol says.

“Then figure out a way to tell her,” Wonwoo replies.

“It’s not that easy,” Seungcheol says. “And aren’t you supposed to be telling me to leave her alone? As her friend?” 

Wonwoo rises from his seat. “It can be that easy, if you stop being your own worst enemy. And I’m your friend, too. It doesn’t seem like the chapter is really over for either of you yet.” 

Seungcheol sits and considers what his friend shared. Wonders if there might be something there. He barely registers as Wonwoo says goodnight and calls a goodnight in response. Then, he’s left with his thoughts again. Should he say something? Can he bring himself to say something? Or will you just shut it down again?

New Year's Eve brings a snowstorm with it that has your group of friends deciding it’s best to just stay in the cabins instead of venturing out to the party they’re having at the lodge. There’s plenty of you for a party, plenty of food, and plenty of warmth, especially close to the fire. The snow falls lightly outside the windows, blanketing everything around with a fresh layer of powdery flakes. It’s not supposed to get truly heavy until much later in the evening. So, you can just get dressed up and have a party with everyone that’s familiar to you. No worrying about mixing with strangers and how they’ll impact the party.

When you and Mingyu go into the kitchen to take stock of what you have and plan out the food for the day, you realize that maybe you don’t have everything that you need after all. You could actually use more food and you definitely could use some champagne to toast with. It makes sense, though, you planned to go into the lodge to ring in the new year. Your smile when Wonwoo, Jihoon, and Joshua offer to go out and do a run is immediate and wide. You hand over a list of what you need (well, you text it to all three of them just to cover your bases) and they’re off into town. That lets you turn back to the kitchen, where Mingyu and Mimi are starting on an appetizer. You’re trying to figure out what you can work on when someone clears their throat. Your heart skips a little when you look up.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” Seungcheol asks you, face more open than you’ve seen in a while.

It makes your mouth go dry. How are you supposed to turn him down when he’s asking in front of everyone like this? Like it’s just a totally normal thing to ask? All you can do is nod and avoid looking at anyone else around you. Just nod and follow him into a smaller side room off the main living area. 

“Thanks,” he says when they stop walking.

“What was I supposed to do? Make a scene?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how else to ask you to talk,” he admits.

“I heard you,” you say, cutting across his words. He looks confused. “Last night? I heard you talking to Wonwoo. I left my charger in here and came back to get it.” 

“Oh,” is all he says.

“Oh?” you repeat.

“I wanted to actually tell you, not have you overhear me talking through things with someone else,” he says, mouth turned down like he’s upset.

“Then you should have just talked to me,” you press.

“I couldn’t! You won’t talk to me,” he says defensively.

“Not this weekend. A year ago, when it all happened,” you say quietly.

“I know,” he says. You expect him to look annoyed or defeated, but he only looks sincere. “I knew the moment you walked out that I fucked up and I’m so sorry. I’ve tried a hundred times since then to just talk to you, but the words never felt right.” 

“Cheol,” you plead. You’ve been waiting a year to hear this. Except, you finally feel like you’re starting to move past it all and this is only making it confusing. 

“Just, you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to hear me out,” Seungcheol pleads. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you that, but I’m asking anyway.”

“Okay,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“I fucked up. I knew I did when you walked out, but it took me a while to realize just how bad. I didn’t just drive a partner away, I drove someone away that got through all my walls in a way nobody else ever has. I drove away the person that made me feel comfortable, that supported me even when I was being an idiot, that constantly showed up for me. I was afraid that I didn’t deserve you and always jealous of everyone else that paid attention to you. I thought one day you were gonna wake up and realize that there were better people out there that were less, I don’t know, emotionally closed off. I didn’t realize until way too late that you knew exactly what you brought to the table and what you deserved, but you picked me. I didn’t realize that it’s the only thing I ever needed, was you seeing all of me and picking me anyway,” Seungcheol says. 

“I don’t, that’s…” you trail off and shake your head to clear it. You’re trying to find the words when Nayeon pokes her head in.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to butt in, but Mimi just kicked me out of the kitchen. I was only offering because Mingyu said he needed help,” Nayeon says. “I think they need you.”

“Oh, um,” you start, kind of like a deer in headlights.

“You should go help him. I don’t want everyone hating me for keeping you from helping Mingyu,” Seungcheol says with a light chuckle at complete odds with the situation. 

“Thank you,” Nayeon says with a smile as she grabs your arm to whisk you away.

“Does Mingyu actually need me?” you ask.

“Huh? Yeah, he does,” Nayeon laughs. “I wasn’t trying to save you, you’re good enough at that on your own.”

“I don’t buy that,” you say, pulling both of you to a halt. Nayeon rolls her eyes.

“Fine, maybe I heard what he said to Wonwoo last night from Joshua and maybe I want you to at least consider what he has to say,” Nayeon admits. “I liked you together, sue me.”

“I just might,” you grumble, heading off to help Mingyu in the kitchen without Nayeon in tow.

After dinner, you and Mingyu insist that you’re not getting anything, for anyone, for the rest of the night. And probably into tomorrow. Mimi got distracted part way through and disappeared for entirely too long with Jihoon. Which would be fine, but there were a lot of people to cook for and you needed all the help you could get. Joshua popped in and out, thankfully, but it was still tiring. The perk has been that you actually haven’t had to lift a finger since. Your drink stays full and someone is always willing to get you something to eat. That lets you settle in to play a game with the group.

The TV in the background steadily counts down as it gets closer to midnight. Occasionally, the performance draws your attention to watch. Mostly, you’re just drinking entirely too much. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your brain, you know that you’re just trying to avoid thinking about everything Seungcheol said. Or trying to avoid thinking how good he looks tonight. It’s hard to stop yourself from lingering on the way his shirt clings to his chest. Has he been working out even more? Or the way his pants stretch tight across his thighs. Not for the first time, you shake your head to clear it, recross your legs, and focus on whatever game it is you’re playing. Ignore the look Wonwoo gives you from his place next to you. He certainly hasn’t missed your looks. (And nobody else really has, either, except for Jun. But, that’s just Jun for you.)

Everyone sets aside the games when it gets closer to midnight, milling around with varying amounts of energy instead of sitting still. You realize, even with any awkwardness from Seungcheol being there, you can’t think of anyone else you’d rather ring in a new year with. Surrounded by all of your favorite people, what else could anyone ask for? Well, except maybe a New Year’s kiss. As if on cue, your glance drifts over to Seungcheol. It’s a little surprising to find he’s already looking at you, smiling softly. It sends a surge of emotion through you to think of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. When you turn away to take a sip of your drink, you find it’s empty. With midnight rapidly approaching, you really need a refill on the champagne. You’re about to go do that when a voice breaks into your thoughts.

“Here,” he says.

You turn to look at Seungcheol, now very firmly in your space, holding out a new glass of champagne. “Thanks.”

“I just noticed you were almost empty and figured you’d want it,” he offers.

“Yeah, I should make sure this one lasts,” you chuckle out.

The host on TV announces that there’s only a minute left. Everyone around you starts talking excitedly or getting closer to their partners, if they have them. Jokingly, you told Wonwoo that he would be your New Year’s kiss. Now, that’s the last thing on your mind. Seungcheol hovers close by. When you look over at him, though, his eyes are on the TV, counting down along with the host when it gets to ten seconds.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” 

Everyone shouts together and starts clinking glasses. Hugging their friends or kissing their partners. Your body makes the decision for you when you turn to the man next to you and cheers his glass. As he starts to turn away, you grab his arm and pull him into you. Press your lips against his before either of you can figure out what’s happening. He recovers from his surprise quickly and wraps his free arm around your waist to pull you against his chest. It’s familiar and also somehow completely new at the same time. 

Breathless. That’s what you feel when you pull away and cheers with other friends. You throw your arms around Nayeon and press a kiss to Wonwoo’s cheek. Pointedly ignore any looks or raised eyebrows about your decision to kiss your ex in a room full of all your friends. It’s fine. Everyone is doing fine. You’re definitely thankful that someone suggests a game and you can all go back to celebrating without talking about the elephant in the room. A very different elephant than when you first got to the cabins. 

There’s another massive difference, too. Instead of sitting on the fringes or carefully leaving space, Seungcheol plops down right next to you. Lets his arm rest along the back of the couch. His arm isn’t around you, but it could be with the slightest adjustment. Several of your friends look at you with the question in their eyes. You avoid all of them, like the true adult you are, and focus, instead, on the warmth of Seungcheol’s thigh when it presses into yours. Actually, you avoid drinking any more, either. The whole night has been a little confusing (read: a lot confusing) and you don’t need an alcohol haze adding to that. It doesn’t escape your notice that he stops drinking as well. 

When you start to get a little tired, you excuse yourself to the kitchen, claiming you need a snack and don’t know what you want. A minute later, Seungcheol appears on the other side of the island. Leaning casually against it like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Like he hasn’t sent your entire world into a spiral. Like he’s not still one of the hottest people you’ve ever seen in your life.

“So, uh, I don’t wanna assume anything…” he starts and you hold up a hand.

“I’m going to excuse myself in a minute to go to bed. Give it a few minutes and then come to my room,” you say, walking around him without waiting for a response. 

When you tell the group that you’re going to turn in for the night, you do your best not to meet anyone’s eyes. You’re not naive enough to think you’re fooling anyone. Not that you even want to. It’s just, well, you want this time to figure out what’s happening. It’s a little hard to do that when you know everyone’s eyes are on the two of you. There’s the tiniest bit of you holding onto the hope that you can pass it off as you being overwhelmed by the kiss at midnight. Like you didn’t just tell him to meet you in your room.

Back in your room, you shrug off your jacket and sit down on the bed. The seconds seem to drag by waiting for him to show up. For a second, you wonder if he’s actually going to show up at all. You stop those thoughts in their tracks. He had a lot to say and he kissed you back. Then, he spent the rest of the night pressed up close to you. He’s going to show up. Before you can spiral further, there’s a knock at the door. You’re halfway to the door when it opens a crack and Seungcheol peeks his head inside. 

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking unsure for the first time since before you kissed him. 

“I did ask you to come to my room,” you joke.

“I was a little surprised,” he admits.

“Me too,” you agree. 

He shuts the door behind him, allowing you to really look at him for the first time all weekend. To take in his appearance, as he removes his jacket, without any other eyes on your. Or anyone analyzing the interaction. To just appreciate the man you fell in love with. His hair is a little shaggy and blond, a color you don’t remember seeing on him before. He catches you looking, but instead of a smirk, there’s only a smile. Hopeful and genuine. It’s a little overwhelming to have him in your space. To know you need to talk. To know there’s so much to work through.

Instead, in the only move you can think of, you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his middle. He doesn’t even miss a beat. Just wraps his arms around you, erasing any last bit of space between you. It feels calm, familiar. Like no time has passed. Like you’re not different people now. He kisses the top of your head, so soft you think it might shatter any resolve you have left. 

“I’m sorry I kissed you in front of everyone without talking to you,” you mumble into his shirt.

“I’m not,” he quickly reassures you.

“I really fucking want to kiss you again,” you admit, still talking into his shirt rather than looking at him.

“Then,” he starts, moving a hand to tilt your chin up, “what are you waiting for?” 

“We probably should talk,” you say.

“You’re right,” he sighs.

Except, do you really want to talk right now? Do you really want to stop yourself from kissing him again? You stopped drinking so your head would be clear enough to make this decision. You’re just a little sick of overthinking everything this weekend. Sensing the indecision, Seungcheol presses a feather light kiss to your lips. Enough to make the decision, while also being light enough that you could easily pull away. 

You do, just for a second. “Fuck it, let’s talk tomorrow.” 

Your lips crash back against Seungcheol’s, hungry and desperate, arms wrapped around his neck. It makes him tilt down a little so that you can press against him. There’s no hesitation on his end, either. You find yourself wondering if he was always this good at kissing or if he’s gotten better since you broke up. Or maybe it just means more the second time around. When he picks you up, you gasp into the kiss. Wrap your legs around his waist to feel a little steadier. Not that you think he would ever let you fall. It’s easier than you expected to fall back into this kind of trust with him. 

It’s like you both want to go fast, yet also take your time. Seungcheol deposits you on the bed, then takes his time removing your shoes. Toes his off a little more quickly. You go to remove some of your layers, only to have his hands stop you. He’s so slow, removing the sheer top with painstaking care. Kissing along your skin as he exposes it. The amount of attention makes you squirm. You’re prepared for something quick and dirty. Something more like a one-night stand. You’re not prepared for him to worship your body as he exposes more of your skin. Part of you feels really exposed, because he’s still fully dressed, as he carefully unhooks your bra. The way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the world he’s ever wanted, makes your heart ache. Makes you second guess if this is right. 

“We can stop. We don’t have to do this,” he whispers into your skin. 

You grab his face so that you can look him in the eyes. There’s something in you that just needs to gauge him for a minute. Needs to really know what decision you’re making. There’s so much love there, so many unspoken words, so much sincerity. Maybe you’re not over him at all. Maybe he meant everything he said.

“No, I want this. Want you,” you assure him. 

His eyes sparkle a little. There’s no time to dwell on it, though. His mouth is on your skin again. Kissing the spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. Kissing the beauty mark on your shoulder. Kissing across your collarbone. When he works his way down to your nipples, he’s not being so soft anymore. He pinches one between his fingers without warning.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you hiss. 

“Too much?” he asks. You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, but you do anyway. That knowing smirk sends desire coursing through you.

“You’re such a little shit,” you whine. 

He pinches the same nipple again. Watches you as he flicks his tongue over the other. Actually smiles when you arch into his mouth. “You don’t seem to mind it.” 

You wind your hand into his hair in response, pull a little harder than normal. He groans against your breast, sending a little vibration into your skin. “You don’t seem to mind a little pain, either.” 

There’s no answer. Not that you need it. One of his hands moves down your body, mouth still focusing on your chest, until he gets to your thigh. Your skirt is bunching up around hips from squirming on the bed. “How much do you like these tights?”

You look down at the sparkly tights you bought just for the party. That you’ll probably never wear again. “I mean, they’ve got sparkles. Wasn’t planning to wear them again.” 

“Good,” he says. 

You’re expecting him to rip them on the spot. Instead, he returns his mouth to yours, kissing you hard, and lets a finger run over your entrance, through both tights and underwear. It’s not enough. There’s entirely too much fabric in the way. He’s teasing you, he has to be. There’s no other reason that explains this kind of torture. 

“Jesus, Cheol, please,” you beg. 

“What are you trying to do to me?” he groans. Seems like he still likes it when you beg for something.

In either case, he carefully rips a hole in your tights, too focused on you to figure out pulling them down. Seemingly in one motion, your underwear is pushed to the side and he’s got a finger running up your entrance. Feeling that you’re turned on from the way he’s been kissing all over your body. Thankfully, you don’t have to beg again. At least, not yet. He presses his fingers at your mouth and you suck them in eagerly. Swirl your tongue around them. He almost looks reluctant when he withdraws them to press one inside your cunt. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans. 

“Forgot how good your fingers felt,” you answer, squirming underneath him.

“Bet I could make you come just on my fingers,” he says as he adds a second one.

“Fuck,” you draw out. He’s not being gentle with you anymore. “Then you don’t get to taste me. And we both know how much you love that.”

He leans in closer, you’re assuming to kiss you. Instead, his lips find your ear. “Who says I can’t do both?” 

You bite down on your fist to keep from screaming out when he thrusts faster. Try your best to hold on when his thumb brushes over your clit. All you want is to prove him wrong. Prove that you can hold on and that you’re not putty in his hands. Except, your body remembers. It remembers just how good he makes you feel. Remembers how well he knows what makes you crazy. Nobody has ever known your body like him. And it’s a little annoying. With his fingers inside you, it’s easy to realize that nobody feels as good as him. You could never get yourself off like he could.

It’s an embarrassingly short time before you’re coming on his fingers, fighting not to scream out. Trying anything you can not to make it more obvious just why you decided it was time to head to bed. Seungcheol guides you through the high as you fall back into the bed, sinking deeper into the mattress. After a moment, you prop yourself up to watch him remove his shirt. You’re no longer the only one that’s overexposed. Then again, you don’t feel exposed being half naked around him. It only feels comfortable. Once he removes his shirt, he moves back to your body. Actually takes the time to remove your tights and underwear now. His breath ghosts across your cunt. That action alone is enough to send a little shiver through your body. You’re definitely sensitive. 

Seungcheol positions himself between your legs and looks up when you suck in a breath. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

He’s so pretty like this. You’ve always thought that. Pushing his hair out of his eyes and looking up at you from underneath his lashes like he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his life. So caring. The little bit of caution you get from him in the middle of him ruining you. You clear your throat to remember he asked you a question. “Yes, Cheol. With you, always.” 

It’s immediately more honest than either of you are expecting. Instead of breaking the moment, though, it seems to spur him on. The kind smile dissipates into something much more confident. He spreads you open and looks up for a last time before his tongue licks a strip up your entrance. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the last time he was between your legs, your entire body remembers. It’s like muscle memory. The way your back arches. The way your hand knots in his hair. The way the praises fall from your lips. You’re sensitive. So fucking sensitive. And he knows. It’s always been one of his favorite things with you. Pushing you to the edge and then over again.

“God, I forgot how fucking good you taste,” he says when he takes a breath. 

“Well maybe, fuckkkk,” you start before cutting out. 

For once, he’s not a demon. He doesn’t ask what you were about to stay. Just keeps alternating between fucking his tongue into you and sucking your clit into his mouth. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire. When his nose bumps against your clit as he’s buried deep in your pussy, you lose it again. Come all over his tongue and his face. Come harder than you remember coming in a really long time. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. 

By the time the last shock works through your body, he’s laying next to you on the bed. You can’t help it. You have to lean over and kiss him. Want to taste yourself on his lips. It’s almost like you need that to know this is all real. That it’s all happening and it’s not just some weird, horny dream. (It’s not like that would be a first, either. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve thought a lot about him since you broke up. Especially when you were horny and needed a release. That’s your business, though.)

“Fuck, Cheol,” you utter when you pull away from the kiss.

“I’ve missed hearing my name on your lips,” he admits. “Specially when you call me Cheol.” 

“I’ve missed saying it,” you share, equally honest. 

You’re a little weak already. It’s hard to imagine what tomorrow is going to be like. But, you move down the bed anyway. Seungcheol tracks you with his eyes as you position to undo his pants. He moves his hips up to help you pull both his pants and briefs down. His stare as you pull your skirt down and discard it at the side of the bed is almost possessive. It sends something through your body. 

It’s your turn to remind him that he’s not the only one who remembers. You also remember just what drives him crazy and just how to get him going. You remember every place he likes to be kissed. So, you start there. Run your lips along every part of his body, like you’re committing him to memory again. As if you could ever forget anything about him. You delight in the sounds you pull from him just with your kisses. Maybe he knows, though, that you’re working your way down. 

“So hard just from getting me off,” you comment. 

“Because I know that nobody can make you come like I can and it’s fucking hot,” he answers.

It’s the same answer he’s always given and something about the familiarity makes you bolder. Even though you know there’s a conversation for tomorrow, it feels like the easiest thing you’ve ever done. You take his dick in your hand, run a finger over the tip and feel a little bit of the precum there. When you lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft, he shudders. Closes his eyes for a second before they snap back open to watch you. He’s always been like this. Always wanting to watch. This time is no different as you slowly take him into your mouth. You know he wants to fuck into your face, know you’d let him. But, you’re thankful he doesn’t. Even if you remember, he’s still big and thick inside your mouth. You need the time to get used to him. Once you do, though, you start to bob. Slowly, at first, before you let him take control. Relax your throat and let him find purchase in your hair. Encourage him to jerk his hips up as you keep your eyes on him as much as possible. You know how much it drives him crazy, even as the tears form and you gag a little 

“Fuck,” Seungcheol utters. 

He pulls you off his cock and up to his face so that he can kiss you. This is your favorite version of him. When he’s needy and desperate and completely putty in your hands. Like he can’t possibly imagine being anywhere that you aren’t. It’s when you know that you’re not crazy, that he’s just as far gone for you as you are for him. 

“I really need to fuck you,” he says. His lips are swollen from kissing you and his pupils are completely blown. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom on me.” 

“It’s fine, I’m still on the pill and I haven’t been with anyone since you,” you say. 

That seems to catch him off guard. “You haven’t?”

“No,” you answer.

“I haven’t either,” he admits.

“Then, we’re fine. I trust you,” you tell him. 

“Thank god, I really miss being inside you,” he breathes out.

“Think you just miss me,” you grumble as you reposition to straddle his lap.

“You and that smartass mouth of yours,” he retorts.

“I’m about to ride you, Seungcheol, and you just fucked my smartass mouth. So, maybe, pipe down,” you warn him.

This has always been your dynamic, swapping back and forth for who’s in control. As much as he says he likes control, you know he likes giving it up to you just as much. You know that he hasn’t ever let anyone else be in control apart from you. He looks up at you as you position yourself over him. There was a time when you hated this position. Felt really self conscious about how you must look from this angle. The second you admitted it to him, he was quick with his praise. Assuring you that you’re beautiful to him and there’s nothing to worry about.

He stops you before you lower yourself onto him. Puts his fingers in your mouth again and you obey without a second thought. Then, he runs his fingers along your entrance. Slides a finger in before quickly adding a second. It’s an awkward angle, but you get what he’s trying to do. Appreciate that he wants to make sure you’re at least a little prepped. When he pulls his fingers out, you’re only a little embarrassed at the moan that slips through your lips. If you completely ignore the smirk that he throws your way, well, who can blame you? The smirk is gone a second later when you finally lower yourself onto him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. 

You know him so well. You know his instinct is to buck his hips up into you. You know it’s hard for him to let you adjust. But, you also know that he wants to be gentle, even if it’s just for a moment. 

“I forgot how good you felt, jesus fuck,” you moan out. 

“Please, I need to feel you move,” he begs. It’s nice, when he’s the one to beg for something.

And who are you to deny him anything he asks for when he sounds so pretty asking? You do move, entirely too slowly. You need to find your rhythm, though. Need to find some place to anchor your hands. They settle on his chest, at first, and you actually can’t believe how much muscle he has there. He’s always liked to work out. Always wanted to be in shape. This is even more than that. You’re still appreciating the way his chest feels when he grabs one of your hands. Without a word, he moves it to his neck.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

He nods. It’s been awhile since you choked him, even lightly, but it turns you on. It’s easy to see that it turns him on, too. As you apply a little bit of pressure, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips. You do everything that you can to pick up the pace. To move faster on top of him. It doesn’t take very long until he’s planting his feet so that he can set the pace. He takes over the rhythm and it gets a lot harder. Bodies slapping together with each movement.

“Fuck, Cheol,” you say, trying not to scream. 

You move your hand from his neck so that you have a better grip. He’s moving too fast for you to feel comfortable that you won’t press too hard into his neck. It’s insane, you know that it’s insane, but you already feel like you’re getting close again. You start to clench around Seungcheol, making the stretch feel that much more intense. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you do that,” he groans. 

“Then do it,” you force out. “Wanna feel it inside me.”

“Jesus,” he groans. 

Everything happens so fast. You can feel him everywhere and your body is on fire. He’s still fucking hard into you, but he’s also rubbing your clit. Helping you get there with him. Somehow, he doesn’t seem to realize you’re already on the verge of your third orgasm. Oversensitive and overstimulated. Your body starts to shake and it’s hard to keep yourself upright on top of him. 

“Fuck, Cheol, I’m coming,” you hiss out. 

“I’m about to come too, fuck,” he answers. 

His thrusts get a lot more erratic and you feel him let loose inside you. You feel the way he moves to try and support you even while he’s working through his own release. When he stills, you collapse forward onto his chest. Breaths shallow and heavy. Your whole body’s exhausted, yet so happy at the same time. Carefully, you pull yourself off him. You’re sure a little bit of cum slides out with the loss of his cock inside you. Not that you care. 

It’s several minutes of silence. Seungcheol lays on his back and you’re on your side next to him. It might be a mark of how much he really did miss you that he doesn’t flinch when you start tracing patterns onto his stomach. It’s not like you just stop being ticklish. Eventually, you realize you need to get up. The last thing you want is to go to bed crusty. 

“Come on, I got lucky and I have an attached bathroom,” you say when you get up off the bed. You reach a hand to him and smile when he takes it without question. 

It’s quiet again as you help clean each other up. A comfortable kind of quiet. The way it used to be. This is another favorite of yours with him. Aftercare has always been his thing. No matter how rough he is with you in bed, he’s impossibly gentle when he cleans you up. It makes your heart ache a little because you’re so fond. It’s a weird mix of feelings.

“We should sleep in my room tonight,” he says. 

“We’re already here,” you point out. 

“With sheets that are probably soaked,” he teases back. 

“What are the chances we can get to your room without being seen?” you wonder. 

He shrugs. “It’s late. Probably better than the chances nobody heard us.” 

Your cheeks flush a little. Sure, you definitely tried to be quiet. You’ll have to wait until the morning to see if you succeeded. 

“Come on, my room has a door to the outside,” he says. 

So, you follow. You put your layers back on and grab something to sleep in. And you don’t actually see anyone before you’re safely tucked away in his room. That night, falling asleep tangled up in Seungcheol, is the best night of sleep you’ve gotten in a long time. 

Morning comes and brings with it the need for an actual conversation. As you stretch in bed, you appreciate the soreness in your body with a smile. Anything you’re feeling now is surely worth it. That is, until you realize you’re in bed alone. Dread creeps in. Could last night really have meant something different to Seungcheol than it did to you? Did you just make a massive mistake? You’re starting to wonder if you’re only going to break your own heart this time, with nobody else to blame, when the bedroom door opens. Seungcheol steps inside with a thermos and a bag that looks like it might have some of the pastries Wonwoo brought back from the store yesterday.

“You’re awake,” he says with a smile. He sets down the thermos and removes his jacket to hang it up. 

“I was worried you’d left,” you admit when he finishes taking off his shoes and sits next to you. His face looks hurt for a second before it settles. 

“No, I just went to get coffee and figure out what we were walking into before you got up,” he says. 

“And?” you prompt. 

He pulls out a pastry and hands it over. “Nayeon asked where I slept last night and if I knew where you were. I don’t think she heard anything, but who knows with her? Wonwoo wasn’t in the main area, so I don’t know. They said they all knew I was following you, though.”

“Guess we can’t really avoid it,” you joke. 

You’re expecting him to smile, too. Instead, his face is serious. “Do you want to? Avoid it, I mean.”

It makes you serious. Maybe a little too honest. “I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“I don’t expect you to believe me, not right away, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he says and takes your hands in his. “If you give me another chance, I’m never letting you walk away from me again. I’ll prove that I’m worth everything you give me.”

“You’ve always been worth it, Cheol,” you tell him. 

“I realize that now,” he agrees. “I also realize it’s up to you to know what you deserve and what you want. That wasn’t ever my decision to make and I’m really sorry for doing that to you.”

“It hurt, for sure, but not having you around hurts so much worse,” you admit. It’s hard to meet his eyes, even though you know you’re safe. 

“It hurts so fucking bad. I hate it. Last year was the worst year of my life,” he says. 

“You got a massive promotion, though! Wonwoo told me,” you say. 

“This is going to sound so cheesy, but I’m done caring. That promotion didn’t mean shit without you being there to share it with,” he shares with you. 

“I guess we’ll have to celebrate it this year,” you say. 

His face lights up. “Really?”

“I want to give us another chance. I don’t think either of us are over it,” you acknowledge. “Last night aside, I want to take it slow. I want to take our time instead of rushing in like we did the first time around. I want to get it right this time.”

He nods immediately. “We can go as slow as you want. I mean it. I’m not letting you go again.”

“Good, because I don’t think we should wait to see if the third time’s the charm,” you joke. 

“I’m glad I came this year,” he says as he grabs the thermos. 

“Me too,” you agree. 

It’s funny, you think, how someone can feel so familiar and yet so new at the same time. Seungcheol feels like home, like your favorite sweater, or like curling up with a book by the fire in winter. But, he feels entirely new, too. Like maybe you both changed over the past year. Maybe you both grew into the people you needed to be to love each other better. To love each other right. Later, you’ll have to break the bubble and face your friends. Right now, though, you can just appreciate that this silly little cabin trip brought you peace. 

this was a lot of fun to write and i hope you liked it 💕

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I’m Sorry I Wasn’t Enough

Neteyam x reader

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x Reader Mate

Warnings: Mentions of Arranged Marriage, violence, blood.

Summary: A year after your marriage you are looking back on things, more specifically your non existent relationship with your mate. When something happens and you’re in danger how will Neteyam react? Oh and you’re injured?

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Today marked the one year anniversary of your bonding ceremony to the future oleykten of the omatikaya. One year and one month since your life had changed forever

Neteyam te Sully, son of Toruk Makto… your husband. You remember it like it was yesterday..

The war with the sky people had gotten increasingly difficult, Toruk makto had been meeting with your Grandfather to discuss a potential alliance between the clans to aid in the fight against the sky people.

It was a shock to all when your Grandfather said they would only help if there was a blood alliance. Meaning you, the sole heir were to be married to Neteyam, there clans heir.

It was a smart move for all parties involved on paper. A decision that would strengthen everyone, combining resources, combining armies, combining… well everything. But happiness for everyone else unfortunately meant the sacrifice for you and Neteyam.

Toruk Makto had asked you many times if you were alright with it, to which you politely said you were ready to do anything to aid the cause against the sky people.

It’s not like you could have said anything else.

Your parents were not alive to defend you, your grandfather was a good leader but couldn’t care less about your happiness. “Good leaders need to make sacrifices for the people.”

Neteyam understood the same thing. He also wanted nothing more than to prove himself.

So you both agreed without so much as having more than one conversation together.

Within a few days you had packed all your belongings and were mounting an Ikran. Your new life awaited you.

A month later you were mated before Eywa to Neteyam. Bonded in every way except the heart.

Neteyam wasn’t cruel no but he was… serious. The heavy burden of war on his responsible shoulders. He was civil with you. Spoke when nessesary to you but other than that… you barely ever saw him.

His days were either filled with preparing for raids or the raids himself and he would enter your home pod late when you were asleep and leave at first light.

The only time you ever felt any sort of emotion from him was during your first and only mating bond. Connecting your queues forced emotion to flow through the both of you, and he had been gentle and caring. But you realized soon after that that was a one time occurrence and that warmth was not a thing your mate was capable of.

Well at least not with you. He was caring with his family, you’d watched him interact with them from afar. He was careful not to show this side of him to many but you did manage to see it several times before he noticed you were there, then he’d swiftly mask his face.

You really didn’t understand his coldness. You were mated for life shouldn’t you both make an effort to at least be friends?

You tried to be someone he would proud to call his mate. You helped around the village, especially with the wounded, you made sure not to fight with anyone and keep a cool head. You did everything you could but he never saw you.. never saw your efforts.. even though you saw his.

Over the year you watched your mate. You grew to admire his strength and character. Perhaps that is why it hurt so much. You had feelings for a man who barely acknowledged your existence.

You let out a deep sigh. The trees of the forest were the only ever witnesses to your sorrow. You adjusted your net covering around you. It was getting colder, your old home never reached cool temperatures so you were not prepared for it.

You really didn’t have friends save for Neteyams siblings. And even there you didn’t spend that much time with them seeing how much trouble they liked to get into. You didn’t want to risk upsetting your mate.

You would admit that you were lonely however. When you weren’t needed in the village you spent your time exploring the never ending forest that was your home. You weren’t raised in one so you were always venturing out and exploring.

Today however due to your more than usual sadness, what with it being your anniversary and all you had walked further than you intended.

You paused your steps hearing several voices up ahead, what were Navi doing all the way out here?

You slowly crept closer to the sounds but made sure to stay hidden behind the trees.

Your eyes widened when you caught sight of the Navi- no Avatars that were clad in military gear and holding AR’s.

You carefully moved backwards until you were out of earshot.

You knew you had to tell your mate. They were clearly dangerous.

You felt for the weird contraption around your neck, you never had to use it before. You pressed down on it,

“N-neteyam?” You spoke shakily.

A few seconds passed before you heard a click. “Y/n…? Is that you?”

You could hear the slight confusion in his voice. At least he recognized you.

“Y-yes um, I’m out in the forest and there’s these Avatars… but they don’t look normal, they are dressed in camo and are holding AR’s…”

“What’s you pos?”

“W-what?” You furrowed your brows.

“Your position, where are you right now?” He spoke a bit more sternly.

“I’m-“

Wait where were you?

“Y/n?”

“I’m not sure but they were standing in front of an old worn down building..like a shack… something from the sky people I think..”

You could hear an intake of breath, “Y/n listen to me carefully, you’re going to get out of there without making a sound ok? Get back here immediately.”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “ok I’m coming” you released the button and started to run as quietly as you could back the way you came.

Adrenaline coursed through you, you looked back several times to ensure you weren’t being followed.

You stopped to catch your breath, hopefully this was far enough-

“Ah!” You cried out falling backwards seeing a fresh bullet lodged in the now smoking tree beside you.

You quickly regained your footing and started barreling forward.

A round of explosive pops rang from behind you, debris grazing your back.

Oh Great Mother help me!

You cried out as another bullet whizzed right by your ear causing you to lose balance.

You heard shouts but they spoke in a language unknown to you.

You moved to get up when suddenly your queue was yanked back forcefully.

You hissed at your abuser, but he only smiled. Again he spoke in a language you didn’t understand.

“L-Let me go!” You tried clawing at his hand but he only yanked harder causing your vision to go white in seering pain.

Was he going to kill you? You wish you could at least understand what he was shouting at you.

He used your queue to turn you harshly around. You hissed again now able to fully see your attacker.

He only rolled his eyes said something that again failed your understanding and swiftly backhanded you into the dirt.

While you lay on the ground in pain he held a hand to his ear saying something into his comm.

You had to do something, he was going to kill you or take you back to the others…

Your eyes perked up seeing something glinting strapped to his boot.

You figured it was best to attack while he was distracted…

I guess it’s now or never,

You swiftly grabbed the knife and plunged it into his stomach.

“Gah! You bitch!”

You didn’t stick around to see his reaction, you were already darting away. You heard the cocking of his gun and immediately started weaving through trees.

*POP* *POP* *POP*

It was a miracle you avoided all the bullets.

You made the mistake of looking back for a split second and found yourself tumbling over a root.

You gasped and tried to right yourself but he was already there pointing his gun.

Your eyes met his murderous ones and you knew this was it.

You let out one more frightened hiss and watched his finger start to pull.

*POP POP*

You couldn’t help the cry that left your mouth but- why weren’t you in pain?

“Y/N move!” Suddenly an arm was yanking you up onto your feet.

“N-neteyam!?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was about to speak when moments later more gunshots rang out. You gasped seeing more avatars emerging from the trees.

“Neteyam get her out of here! Move!” Jake jumped in front of you both and motioned for you to run. A few Navi warriors aiding him shooting their own weapons.

Neteyam pulled you through the trees at record speed, he quickly pulled you onto his Ikran before mounting it himself behind you and flying away. His eyes scanning the trees to make sure no one was aiming anything at them.

“Are you injured?” He asked in that raw tone he used in the middle of battle. Serious and to the point.

You shook your head, not trusting your voice not to crack. That was the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him.

He sighed before adjusting his reins. His silence was like poison. Slowly seeping into you making you feel ten times worse then when you were just under that guys gun.

You were breathing heavily when he landed the ikran on the mountain ledge.

He dismounted first then held out his hand, you let him help you down thanking Eywa that your legs didn’t give out on you in front of the entire village who were currently staring.

“Neteyam!” Tuk ran up and hugged your mate tightly.

The silly siblings all ran up to you guys asking what happened.

“Are you hurt sister?” Kiri eyed you up and down wearily.

“I’m alright, don’t worry…”

“Y/n!” Tuk was quick to switch to you and you embraced her warmly wanting to ease the fear on her face.

“Everyone is alright Tuk, please don’t cry…” you stroked her back calming her down, or maybe you were using her as a buffer.

You hesitantly glanced up to where Neteyam was speaking to his mother. He looked pissed. Neytiris eyes met your worried ones for a split second, softening slightly before turning back to her son. Her eyes widened in some sort of threat before sighing and coming to you.

“Are you alright daughter?” She placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m alright…I’m sorry for all of this I-“ she shushed you quickly.

“Don’t, it’s alright, everyone is alright…” you sighed and nodded to her thankful that she wasn’t upset with you for putting her family in danger.

“Y/n” you sucked in a breath and met your mates eyes. You wanted to let out a whimper at the anger they held.

He motioned for you to follow him. Every step felt like someone had placed a stone in your heart.

He pulled aside the flap of your tent and looked forward waiting for you to enter.

With shakey breaths you ducked under and stepped into your home.

Your fingers pulling at your netted covering as a nervous distraction.

You had seen Neteyam angry countless times before, at warriors who disobeyed orders. At his brother for causing trouble, at anyone who seriously stepped out of line.

You shivered in place now that for the first time that anger was directed at you.

He yanked the flap back down and rounded on you.

“What the hell were you thinking!?” His eyes shooting daggers through you.

“I-I I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Do you know how much danger you’ve put everyone in?! They could’ve followed you back to our village and done who knows what!”

“I never would have-“

“What were you thinking wandering around there!? That areas off limits for a reason!”

“I didn’t know- Neteyam I-!”

“Enough! I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You felt the tears running down your cheeks and it seemed to trigger Neteyam to at least bring his anger down a notch.

He turned around letting out a sigh,

He hated you, that was evident now. He may have hidden his distaste before but now that you had finally angered him his true colors showed.

It only made your tears come faster. The adrenaline finally wearing off, you realized just how scared you had been. Your body ached, craving nothing more than to curl up and rest.

Not to mention an annoying pinching feeling on your abdomen that was getting increasingly more painful. Like a sting from a beertus beetle.

You ignored it focusing on the man before you.

He held a hand up to his neck, you could hear his father speaking on the other side.

They talked for a minute, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you heard that everyone was alright.

Neteyam ended the line and his head turned towards you. He seemed a bit calmer now that he knew everyone was ok.

Your eyes couldn’t handle his glare at the moment so instead they landed on the mat beneath you.

It was quiet for several moments, the air thick with tension.

“You are never to go there or anywhere near that area again understood?” He spoke to you like you were one of his soldiers.

“Understood…” your voice was hoarse but at least it didn’t break.

He nodded before turning to leave and meet with his father to discuss this new threat.

Your heard his footsteps start to fade which meant he was going to leave. Of course he would. Why would he want to stay with someone like you?

Your eyes were still glued to the mat. A beautifully woven mat that was a gift from your Mother in law. It was dyed in beautiful colors.

Huh? Did something spill on it? Your eyebrows furrowed seeing red droplets. Hopefully that wouldn’t stain.. was it juice? You hoped it-

Another drop, forming right before your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling, frowning when you didn’t see anything. Then something clicked and you moved your netted cover to the side, you expected to see a cut or deep scrape from your falls. But you felt like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you when you saw it.

Why Great mother? Why were you testing me like this?

You let out a distressed whimper. Your eyes shot to the entrance where your mate had just stepped out of seconds before. You could still hear his footsteps.

You could call to him. He would hear you. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.. your mate already hated you. You would not tell him this and make him even angrier.

You would not tell him you had been shot…

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You cursed realizing quickly that that was probably the dumbest mistake you had made. Because moments later you were too dizzy to stand and were sprawled out onto the floor clutching your side.

How could you get help now? Was this how you were going to die? It certainly looked like it..

You thought of your mate. He hated you, maybe it was…. You whimpered at your next thought.

Maybe this was for the better. He would find a new mate and be happy.

Yeah, you could do this for him… why should such a good person be miserable..?

But wait… would this damage his reputation? That he let sky people kill his mate?

Was this actually going to hurt him?

A Navi males reputation was everything. If he couldn’t protect his family who would trust him to protect the people.

No, you couldn’t be selfish. If you died, he would suffer in his position.

For the second time ever you reached up to your neck, fingers slippery from the blood.

“N-neteyam…” was that your voice? It sounded so different…

Would he even answer? He probably thought you were trying to make excuses for what happened. You tried calling out a few more times.

You felt your heart sink at the silence, it looked like he had shut the line off.

As your vision began to blur at the edges you realized that it looked like his reputation was going to suffer after all.

Even though you knew he wasn’t listening you held the button down once more, one final time…

“I’m s-sorry Neteyam.. I really tried to be a w-worthy m-mate.. I’m sorry I couldn’t do b-better mmh, p-pl.. please tell the p-people it was m-my fault not yours…I… I really did love you N-Neteyam, I-i h-hope your next mate will make you happy-“

Your fingers slipped from exhaustion and your vision failed you completely.

Goodbye my Neteyam…

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Neteyam had never moved so fast in all his life.…

Ooooh a cliffhanger hehehe, also is anyone actually reading this? Should I do a part 2👀❤️

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[infiniteeight8]

Hey! Hope you're doing well!

I have a couple of ironstrange prompts ;v; sorry in advance for the spam

Could you please write a continuation to your A/B/O drabble "I can't let him find out"? The angst is strong with this one, and I'm an avid angst enjoyer 😔

Heya! Things are pretty good. 😀 Prompts are never spam! I promise I will let folks know if I get to a point where there are too many in the queue and I need to pause submissions for a bit. Right now there are 12 in the queue. (I think. My inbox has ghost asks that sometimes mess up the count.)

Part 1 of this can be found here.

FYI, this 'verse is a "They won on Titan" AU.

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Although the Sanctum doors swing open for Tony as they always do, it’s Wong who meets him in the foyer. That’s unusual: whether announced or not, Stephen almost always meets him, and if he’s engaged he sends an apprentice. “Stephen around?” Tony asks casually.

“He is indisposed,” Wong says evenly. “I will tell him you came by.” He takes a step forward, as if to escort Tony out again.

Tony stands his ground. He’s convinced now that Peter was right to be worried. He decides to level with Wong. “Look, Peter came to see me late last night. He was incredibly freaked out by whatever he saw or overheard or learned about Stephen’s heat. I promised him I’d talk to Stephen.”

Wong sighs. “Stephen tried to explain,” he says. Turning, he leads Tony deeper into the Sanctum. “His heats are not normal. It is nothing Peter needs to worry about.”

“Peter worries about other people,” Tony says dryly.

When they reach Stephen’s room Wong knocks on the door but opens it without waiting, which seems a little rude. But rude or not, Tony’s not going to turn it down. He steps inside and stills in momentary shock.

Stephen looks terrible. His skin is sallow and his eyes bruised. His pajamas cover most of him, but Tony can see raw spots on his palms and forearms where he must have clawed at himself. The pillow propping him up threaten to swallow him; he looks to have lost substantial weight, which shouldn’t be possible during a three day heat. Worst of all, the entire room still smells of sour slick and distressed omega. 

Seeing him, Stephen slumps. “Peter called you?”

“Yeah.” Tony forces himself to move closer to the bed. There’s not really a convenient chair, and all Tony’s alpha instincts are screaming at him to soothe the omega, so sits on the edge of the bed by Stephen’s hip. “You’re not okay.”

Stephen laughs weakly. “No,” he admits. “But I’ll recover.”

“Until your next heat,” Tony says.

“Yes.”

“There must be something—”

“No,” Stephen interrupts. The word is the strongest thing he’s managed so far. “This is a side effect of my viewing our possible futures. There’s nothing any doctor can do that can’t be done here at the Sanctum.”

Tony wasn’t planning on making any kind of offer, but when he opens his mouth, the words pop out: “If you had an alpha—”

“Tony,” Stephen stops him. Tony’s mouth snaps shut. “I’m not capable of bonding,” Stephen says carefully. “This is just something I have to live with.”

Tony wants to ask How do you know? and Wouldn’t it help to have someone here anyway?, but Stephen’s gaze drops to the bonding ring Tony wears on his left hand and the grief that flashes over his expression is intense enough to stop the words in Tony’s throat.

For the first time, Tony wonders what Stephen saw in the millions of timelines where they didn’t win. He’d assumed that it was all failure and death. Now he wonders if the timeline where they won was the timeline where Stephen lost.

#IronStrange #ficlet #there's a lot unspoken here #hopefully it comes through

[nightghoul381]

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

No Warnings

The spacious deck was submerged in the night—the grand piano stood out beautifully against the lights.

Kate: “It seems that no one is playing.”

William: “Lucky you, if there had been a queue you would have had to stand in line.”

Kate: “Fufu…Would you also wait in line, Will?”

William: “If I had to, this would have been my first time.”

Kate: “Damn… I feel like I’ve missed a precious opportunity…”

William: “Hahaha!”

Will smiled in amusement and sat down lightly on the piano bench.

He gracefully placed his toes on the pedals and gently touched his fingers to the piano keys.

Immediately, a beautiful melody flowed out, gently flooding the crowd.

Passenger lady: “Oh my…”

Passenger gentleman: “…This is…”

As the melody unfolded, I could feel the passengers becoming enchanted.

The all squinted their eyes in admiration as they listened to the sound.

(…such a beautiful tune.)

The piano played as if singing a momentary joyous song, bathed in a disorienting sea breeze.

As I watched Will’s fingertips lovingly touch the keyboard—I felt a bit envious.

(It’s selfish of me… to want that hand to touch me too.)

After playing one song, Will bowed to the spontaneous applause.

Will’s eyes narrowed questioningly as he came back to me.

William: “…What’s with that face?”

Kate: “What kind of face do I have…?”

William: “Like you’re jealous of the piano.”

Kate: “…That’s correct.”

William: “Haha, you’re honest.”

When I answered truthfully, my selfish lover laughed happily.

William: “For being a good, honest girl… I must give you a reward.”

He lifted my chin and pressed our lips together without hesitation.

A sigh could be heard from the crowd that had been mesmerized by Will’s earlier performance.

Envious voices, dreamy whispers.

(Kissing in such a conspicuous place…)

(Even though I shouldn’t be… I’m happy.)

Kate: “Nn…”

William: “I hope I made myself clear, that my partner is you, not the piano.”

Kate: “…Yes.”

I nodded, feeling entranced, and Will’s fingertips traced my lips.

William: “Apparently… I still haven’t told you enough.”

Kate: “Huh…?”

William: “We’ll continue, after the suspicion is cleared.”

(Continuing the kiss…)

I felt a tingle in my body as I imagined it, then I heard a whistle.

When I turned, the detective was leaning against the railing and looking at me.

(Mr. Reed… Oh, no, I’ve been spotted.)

Reed: “It was you. What’s that song called?”

William: “’Dedication’, It’s a song Schumann dedicated to his beloved bride.”

(…! “Dedication”…then)

--Flashback—

(Is this a…necklace? That’s unusual for a man…)

(Rita Thompson – “Dedication”?)

--End Flashback—

(There’s some meaning behind Will playing this song now.)

(It must be intended to solve the case.)

William: “By the way, any idea who the real killer is?”

Reed: “I’ve got an idea. I just can’t find the murder weapon, so I’m going to bet on a confession and ask him about it.”

William: “Hmm?”

Will looked at him with blood-colored eyes as if he could see through Reed’s heart.

William: “You don’t have a client, so why are you so obsessed with?”

William: “There’s no reward, you’re working for nothing as a detective.”

Mr. Reed sat up from the railing he was leaning on and stared straight back at Will.

Reed: “The reason I do it is for the peace of mind of all the passengers on this ship, and—”

Reed: “For myself, to feel the thrill.”

William: “…I see.”

(Ah…Will looks happy.)

I can tell he liked Reed’s attitude of being true to his heart.

The ambiguous tone of the conversation was imbued with a good mood.

William: “…Mm.”

Suddenly Will lifted his head and looked over the crowd.

William: “Ah, it looks like tonight’s star has arrived.”

William: “It’s almost time for this murder case to close.”

Ahead of Will’s gaze, a woman with tears in her eyes was staring at him.

(Is that…?)

Tall Man: “Rita! I didn’t know you were in a place like this. I told you not to leave the guest room!”

(Rita…?)

Miss Rita: “…I don’t want to… Let go of me!”

Reed: “Oops! There you are Miss Rita Thompson!”

Kate: “…! Rita Thompson is…”

William: “Shh…Let’s listen to the detective’s reasoning for a moment.”

Reed: “And isn’t that Viscount Spencer, whose wedding to Miss Rita aboard this ship was widely reported in the newspapers?”

(Miss Rita Thompson and her fiancé.)

(Well then, maybe--)

Reed: “Did you know the story about the man found dead in a third-class cabin who had a necklace with your name engraved on it?”

Miss Rita: “…Wha!!”

Reed: “It’s a pendant with your name on it… that’s quite a passionate gift, isn’t it?”

Spencer: “The man must have stolen it. That’s what a third-class passenger is likely to do. Wasn’t it a disaster, Rita?”

Miss Rita: “…uh…”

Spencer: “I’m emotionally unstable due to the shock of the murder. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Mr. Spencer forcibly grabbed Miss Rita’s shoulder and started walking to leave the deck.

Reed: “Wait a minute. Can I talk to you a little more… Hey!”

--At that time, Will whispered next to me.

William: “What do you say we help out our enthusiastic detective friend a little?”

Kate: “…!”

Kate: “Of course, I agree!”

Will and I approach Mr. Spencer who is dragging Miss Rita away.

William: “It’s just a stranger who’s died, but you look like you’ve lost your only salvation, Miss.”

Will looked at Mr. Spencer and whispered without giving him a chance to make up an excuse.

William: “Reveal your motive and murder weapon and turn yourself in.”

Spencer: “What…!? What is this…!”

Mr. Spencer walks to Mr. Reed staggeringly as if being manipulated.

Spencer: “…I did it. With this knife.”

Reed: “…huh?”

Spencer: “I killed him. Rita…because that man tried to take away my fiancée…!”

Mr. Spencer held out a paring knife with trembling hands, and Mr. Reed took it and pulled it out of its case.

There was still blood on the blade.

Reed: “This man is the murderer! Apprehend him! Lock him up until the ship arrives at the next port!”

Hearing Mr. Reed’s voice, the crew rushed in and arrested Mr. Spencer.

Rita was protected by another sailor and led inside the ship to keep her away from the sight.

(It’s amazing… In Will’s hands, it’s instant.)

William: “Let me hear your deductions.”

Kate: “Miss Rita and the murdered man were in a love affair. The fiancé found out about it and forced him to break up with her.”

Kate: “They fought—then he killed him.”

Kate: “That necklace was a gift from Miss Rita to the man. The engraved ‘Dedication’…”

Kate: “Maybe it was a song they both remember…”

William: “…As expected of my partner, you’ve grown remarkably.”

Like a reward, Will put his lips to me again—

A light kiss to the forehead.

Kate: “With this, the suspicion is cleared, right?”

William: “Ah…right.”

(…Just before, Will had said something like that.)

--Flashback—

William: “Apparently… I still haven’t told you enough.”

Kate: “Huh…?”

William: “We’ll continue, after the suspicion is cleared.”

--End Flashback—

At the thought of continuing our kiss, my heart tingled with anticipation.

(You can absolutely see through the question…right?)

I glanced over at Will, who was, as expected, watching me with amusement as if he was enjoying watching me being boiled down to my desires.

(When the two of us are alone.)

(I’ll beg you.)

Sailor: “Thank you very much! We can now offer you a safe and comfortable boat trip!”

Reed: “No, I need to… Excuse me…!”

At that time, Mr. Reed, who had been surrounded by sailors showering him with words of gratitude, rushed over to us.

Reed: “Hey! What did you do to the Viscount earlier?”

William: “I convinced him that if he turned himself in now, his punishment would be lighter.”

Reed: “So, that proud-looking man just…confessed?”

William: “I guess his conscience got the better of him.”

(As usual, he’s completely unfazed and unaffected.)

My lover cut him off so calmly, it’s so funny, it almost made me laugh.

William: “…”

He gave me a reproachful glance, and I sealed my lips tightly.

Reed: “I didn’t really believe the rumors about you, but… now I think I might believe them.”

William: “Do as you please.”

Will tilted his head without showing any signs of being bothered.

Passenger woman: “You’re our hero! Mr. Reed, tell us your story!”

Passenger child: “Hey, how did you know he was the culprit?”

Reed: “That question, you should answer too, come with me.”

William: “Unfortunately, I’m busy spoiling my lover.”

Kate: “…!”

Will shrugged and gently hugged my waist.

William: “Life is a gift I don’t want to waste.”

William: “I’ll be counting on you when another murder happens, Walter.”

As soon as I turned around with Will, a crowd surrounded Mr. Reed behind us.

Kate: “…is it ‘wrong’ to be a hero for justice?”

William: “It’s a relative matter, Kate. If it’s time wih you or hero interviews, there’s no need to compare them on a scale.”

Kate: “Fufu… I agree.”

William: “Well…Kate…”

Kate: “What is it, Will?”

His blood-colored eyes were filled with a bewitching heat as he stared at me,

As if pondering where to feed his sweetly simmering desires.

William: “The suspicion has been cleared, are you ready to be pampered?”

Kate: “…Of course, always.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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[alloftheimagines]

steve harrington | no monsters

masterlist | request | ko-fi

words: 1.7k

warnings: no spoilers i don’t think, panic attack, ptsd from, well, hawkins, anxiety, mention of nightmares, monsters, and deaths. nothing you haven’t seen before if you watch the show. angst, comfort, fluff.

prompt: could you do a request for stranger things where the reader is hanging out with everyone (mike, el, max, dustin, will, and Lucas) and they end up having a panic attack and either they calm the reader or they call Steve to come and help calm the reader down.

— I changed it up a bit because i really wanted to write a soft steve thing for a change!!!!

Everybody else seems to move on so quickly, but not you. You feel like you can’t breathe most days. You can’t watch television anymore without seeing the monster in the white noise. You jump at everything: car horns, conversations, loud music. You sleep with the light on because you worry that even now it’s over, the demogorgons still wait in the darkness — where they’ve always been. It was easier before you knew. 

Problem is that you work in a movie theatre. While you usually avoid having to work in the screening rooms, your co-worker has called in sick and you have no choice. Worse, Aliens is screening. The creatures remind you all too well of what you and your friends have faced over the last couple of years. What killed Barb and almost Will. Almost all of you. You’re trying to avoid the screen as you stand by the doors, making sure everything is running smoothly, but even when you close your eyes, you see that grotesque face printed on the inside of your eyelids, made more real by the vile noises of the creature in the movie. Your palms grow clammy and cold, your fingers trembling until you clasp them behind your back. When a character screams, you’re not in the theatre anymore. You’re back there, fighting monsters that shouldn’t exist. 

Your stomach plummets and fills with sharp-edged nausea. Your lungs tighten until your breaths become shallow gasps. You turn away from the screen in an attempt to distract yourself, but there’s no escape from it now. It’s happening. As though you never left. You can’t stay. You run through the doors and into the light, dizzy and holding back sobs as you search for the bathroom. You’re too disoriented, the world turning beneath your feet — until you hear your name. 

“Y/N?” Dustin is suddenly in front of you, brows knitted in concern beneath his cap and a box of popcorn in his hands. “Woah. Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” 

“I…” You stutter on your own words, your knuckles turning white as you fist your uniform and try desperately to breathe again.

“Hang on.” Dustin is pushing you back. “I’m going to go and get Steve.”

“Steve?”

“He’s right over there.” Dustin points to the queue of people waiting for popcorn and snacks. Steve is at the front with a humongous tray of nachos and a tall cup of cola. “See?”

The sight gives you a little bit of relief — until Dustin mindlessly shouts across the foyer: “Steve! Over here, man!” And then everyone is looking at you, and if you’re not eaten by the monsters in your head first, you’re most certainly going to get caught and fired for leaving your post. But you can’t think about that, because you can still hear the faint rumblings of the movie slipping through the red double doors, and you still can’t breathe, and Dustin or even Steve can’t fix what was broken the night you discovered that monsters are real. That Hawkins sits on top of another world that wants to eat you all up. 

Steve abandons his ten-dollar bill as well as his snacks on the counter when he sees you. He runs over to you both, concern etched into his features. You can’t even ask what he’s doing here. Usually, he tells you when he’s going to stop by — to have lunch with you or pick you up, but sometimes to watch a movie with Robin. Your relationship, friendships, was the one good thing to come out of all of this, and you’re terrified now that you might lose it when he sees just how broken you are. You’re usually so good at hiding it. At waiting until you’re alone at night to descend into the fear that never goes away. At smiling and nodding when he asks if you’re okay even though you’re having flashbacks and trying not to scream.

“Babe?” Steve asks again, tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear. “What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You choke on your own words, squeezing your eyes shut until tears pour down your cheeks. Steve looks at Dustin in question. Dustin shrugs. “She was like this when I found her.”

“Alright. Let’s just sit you down.” Gently, Steve guides you to the nearest bench beside a poster for Stand By Me. “Are you not feeling too good? Stomach flu or cramps or something?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.” You say it to convince yourself as well as him, clamping down on your wobbling lower lip until it hurts.

“No, babe, you’re not. Talk to me.” He crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your thighs and running his fingers across the shape of your face. “Please talk to me. You’re scaring me.” 

“I…” A sob breaks from you as you try to put it into words; can’t. “I don’t know.”

“Did something happen? Did someone do something to you? Is it that hotdog jerk again?” 

Another shake of your head. The hotdog jerk is the arrogant, gross thirty-year-old who works on the hotdog stand and is trying to make his way around every female member of staff here, but you’ve already told him where to shove it and he usually leaves you alone. In fact, you wish it’s only that now. A human man you can deal with, even a slimy one like him. 

This… This you’ll never be able to fix. It just feels so big sometimes. Like any moment, the Upside Down will open up again and swallow you.

“Then what’s got you this upset? C’mon, baby.” He’s whispering now, begging. 

“I was… I was in the screening for Aliens and it just… it felt like it was happening again.”

Understanding dawned across his features, his forehead lining with sympathy and his eyes glimmering. “It’s not. You’re right here with me. You’re safe now.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to block it all out, but it’s still there, running through your head on a loop. 

“Hey.” Steve tilts your head down, so soft it’s like he’s worried you might break. “Look at me. You’re in the movie theatre. You smell that?” He takes a deep breath and you frown in confusion. “Breathe in with me.” You do. “You smell it?”

“What?”

“Popcorn. Buttery, magical popcorn. And listen. Shitty music. There are no monsters here, Y/N. Just popcorn and shitty music and me. Focus on that for me.”

You do, breathing in and out again under his instruction. Slowly, the tension in your chest starts to ease. You keep looking at him, replacing the monster's face with his soft brown eyes and stupid hair and pink lips. And the claws that were scratching you are just his fingers, feather-light and tender over your cheek, your chin, your neck, your hair. He wipes away your tears as you lean your head back against the wall, exhausted. 

“Okay?“ he asks.

You give a weak nod, suddenly aware Dustin has watched the whole thing. He winces and hands you his soda. “I still get nightmares too.” 

“You think you can give us a minute, Henderson?” Steve asks.

Dustin gives you another solemn smile before walking away, leaving you with Steve.

You can’t look at him. You’re embarrassed and exhausted and you’re not sure what would have happened if he hadn’t been here to pull you back. 

“This happened before?” 

You tip your head, tears still streaming steadily down your cheeks. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

A shrug. Your voice cracks as you say, “Everyone else is just trying to move on from it. Forget. I feel… stuck. Weaker.”

“Are you kidding me?” he replies. “I feel like I’m just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Always. It’s terrifying. It’s not something any of us can forget, and you’re not weak for being afraid. Jesus. I’d be worried if any of us were fine after what we’ve been through.” 

“Yeah. I guess.” You attempt a mirthless laugh. It’s not that you think Steve is fine about it. It’s just that he holds it so much better than you. He can make jokes about it. He can carry on with his life. And while there are moments with him where everything feels okay again, where his love makes you genuinely, truly happy, it rarely lasts. There’s always something to push you back to this. To the terror. To the “what ifs” and the dread and the unanswered questions. 

“You should have told me. I want you to talk to me about stuff like this. I don’t want you suffering all on your own,” he says.

You swallow another sob, unable to reply. Maybe you hadn’t known just how much you needed someone to be with you in moments like this. Just how much you needed him. 

“You don’t have to be okay. Not with me. But you need to tell me what’s going on. You’re not alone in this. We went through it together. We’ll keep going through it together. Okay?” He laced his fingers through yours.

You soften, finally meeting his eye and squeezing his hand. The weight of it, the warmth, is more comfort than you could have asked for. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He kisses your knuckles and moves to sit beside you, pressing his lips on your sweat-slick forehead and pulling you close. “That’s what I’m here for.” 

You hold him for all it’s worth, steadying yourself in his grip. He’s your shield, keeping you safe just as you’re about to collapse, and you’ll never not be grateful for the way he loves you. “Go find your boss. Tell her you’re not feeling well. I’m gonna take you home.” 

You don’t even have it in you to argue. You know there’s no way you could go back into that screening now, even if your wobbly knees would let you. 

“Does that mean we’re not watching the movie?” Dustin complains.

“Sorry, kiddo. I gotta take care of my girl.” 

Dustin feigns a gag, and a strained laugh bubbles from you. “It’s okay. We can rent something and watch it at home. No monsters, though.”

Steve smiles, peppering your nose with kisses. “No monsters.” 

It’s all you need to hear. 

“Also, are we going to talk about the fact that you’re willingly at the movies with Dustin on a Saturday?” you tease.

“Hey!” Dustin scoffs at the same time Steve deadpans, “No. Never. We’ll never talk about it.”

Unlikely, but you let it go. For now.

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[tanadrin]

wish list for the steam version of dwarf fortress:

let me discard a world when generation is done if i don’t like it, rather than only offering “play now” and “save and quit to menu” as options.

let me examine the world closeup at my leisure as you might in embark mode before letting me choose to play now, save and quit to the menu, or discard the world.

it should be possible to view, at least roughly, the lie of the embark area before spending points on preparing your journey, naming your fortress, etc. occasionally--but often enough to matter--the embark area is flawed in a way that makes a restart necessary

when preparing for embark, let me enter a numerical value for items rather than just clicking the ‘+’ and ‘-’ buttons over and over again. or at least let click-holding on those buttons do something.

it should be possible to edit the world in more detail, including bringing back the old world painter. i think some of this is actually planned for future versions, though.

but i would love the option to edit civ names and starting locations, edit or add gods to the pantheon, and name or rename specific areas or landmarks.

the tooltip that shows the details of the square you’re currently mousing over shouldn’t vanish just because you’re queuing up zones or construction or other orders

clicking on a dwarf’s portrait from any screen (like the labor menu) should bring up that dwarf’s character sheet.

bring back civilian alerts!

when choosing to specify a material for a crafting job, whether from the workshop screen or the work orders screen, show me how much of that material i have

alphabetize all materials and jobs lists. i cannot stress this one enough.

let me collapse the view of the contents of chests in the trade menu.

let me page down to the end of the current chest or item category i’m viewing in the trade menu

improve the dwarf construction ai. specifically, stop causing construction orders to be suspended because the construction area is a bit crowded. let dwarves build walls in squares they can only access diagonally (they will often build diagonally if the square can be accessed orthogonally, but won’t build at all if it can’t be), let dwarves build multi-level walls without awkward scaffolding in at least some circumstances, let me designate large buildings for deconstruction all at once without risking causing collapses, auto-convert a mining order on a constructed wall into a remove construction order, and let me queue up a construction order, e.g., a floor at the top of a not-yet-built staircase, if it will eventually be valid (as is already permitted when designating, say, a multi-tile floor extending away from a freestanding staircase). if nothing else, let me build a ceiling from below.

indeed, all relevant mining orders should be silently converted to deconstruction orders as appropriate; it never made much sense to me to begin with that “channel” and “remove floor” are, from the perspective of the player, two completely different actions. especially given that the underlying game logic does not meaningfully differentiate between natural and artificial walls and floors.

add keyboard shortcuts for “suspend” and “cancel construction” when selecting a building or furniture item

let dwarves climb down from trees on their own, and risk jumping off low ledges if the alternative is starving to death bc they’re stuck (dwarves can already climb in certain rare circumstances!)

don’t show blocks currently used in constructions in the stocks menu!

let me issue specific orders to specific dwarfs in emergency situations, e.g., hostiles are approaching and a wounded dwarf is not being recovered correctly.

allow me to choose which notifications to pause on. allow me to hide certain kinds of notifications.

allow me to optionally choose specific objects to target with jobs like “decorate with X”

allow me to filter lists of historical figures in legends mode and in the statue subject selection mode with types like “forgotten beast,” “deity,” “dwarf/elf/human,” and by other interesting features, such as which civilization they belonged to, whether they were the ruler of someplace, how many kills they have, etc.

add a map to the legends mode. have it both display relevant information and be usable as a way to find, e.g., battles or figures associated with specific sites.

in general the UI is much, much better, but it has a long way to go; its insufficiencies are more tolerable when the game is the (free!) passion project of a lone creative genius working in the ASCII wilderness. plus the new version fixes some things that used to really annoy me (like not being able to queue up constructed walls if constructed floors were present), and i hunger for more improvements along those lines.

#dwarf fortress

[sadisticsongbird]

temptations coming my way ~ peter parker

summary: request given by anonymous - "requesting a peter parker fic… priest edition… queue the angst"

warnings: angst, religious mentions

word count: 788 (shortest one yet)

a/n: I want to make this perfectly clear that I don't intend to make fun of or portray anyone's religious stand point in a bad way. I did my best with this just because I'm not familiar with the Jewish/Catholic church. Please don't come after me if I have something offensive. Just let me know peacefully and I'll take it down. I tried to keep it as vague as possible. Thank you readers!

To Peter, forbidden was his life. 

But you were a temptation that he just couldn’t resist. 

At first it was just fleeting looks when you came into the church. As his training went on, the looks grew to brushes of contact. He loved it when he could feel your skin against his. He knew that it was against the rules to think of you in that way, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. He had come so far in his training, but it felt like, with you, he was taking leaps back. Part of him regretted the decision of beginning this. He could just stop and do whatever he wanted, but how would that look for him? For his aunt?

Being the snoop that he was, one afternoon, he overheard your confession to Father Lahearty. How you wanted to leave the church behind, get what you wanted, but were scared that your parents would despise you for it. How you wanted someone so bad that you had to keep yourself away so that your family wouldn’t find out what a sinful child they had. How you wanted someone that couldn’t be had. He watched you walk to the door of the church. Your eyes fluttered toward him as he walked closer to you. 

“Peter.” That was the first word you ever spoke to him. He only gave you a small smile that day, but who knew that it would egg you on so much more. 

When you visited the church more often, the nuns began to be skeptical. At first they thought you’d be interested. But even the small tattoos and minimal piercings warded them off quickly. They knew you were here for something, but they didn't ask what. The small words in passing turned into sneaking into the church late at night to talk. He heard all about your adventures in the world, a world that your parents had forbidden you to see. 

Forbidden to you was just a word. If you could do it, Peter thought, so could he. 

He grew more in love with you every time he saw you, but he knew that it was all for naught. 

Peter began to ignore you, trying to keep himself away so that it would hurt less. But you resorted to teasing to get his attention. Your touches grew lower and lower. You wore less and less just to see if he would notice. You would whisper goodbyes to him, leaving traces of your lips on his ear and your scent on his clothing. 

One day you came waltzing in, wearing basically nothing. Father Lahearty was shocked, the nuns the same emotion stricken across their faces. How dare someone show up to God’s house this way. When Peter saw you, an anger crept over him, one that begged for answers from you, one that wanted you to be guarded so no one could look at you, one that craved your touch. Without a word from anyone, he escorted you out of the church around to an alley just outside. 

“Petey,” you said in a sweet voice. 

He pushed you up against the wall, pressing his body on yours. “You shouldn’t be walking around wearing basically nothing.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” You cocky little bitch. 

He gave up at this point. Why try? He leaned down by your ear and whispered “Because you’re for my eyes only, sweetheart.”

He hadn’t expected your first kiss to be in an alley, but at the time, it was perfect. You had expected MUCH less for a priest in training. He was a damn good kisser. His teeth pulled at your lips. His hands roamed your hips while yours pulled at the hairs on the nape of his neck. Soft groans came from both of you, giving you butterflies every time you managed to pull a noise from him. He was as rough as could be with you, but at the same time, it couldn’t have been gentler. When he pulled away, there were no words between the two of you. Your heart was beating double time and you were relishing in the feeling of him against you. Peter didn’t want to pull away, leaving his forehead on yours, watching your chest rise and fall quickly. He was out of breath himself. 

“What about the church? Your training?” you asked.

“Fuck it.” He tore off the small necklace that bore a cross as its pendant, throwing it into the alley. He harshly connected his lips with yours once more, leaving you both greedy for more. He was going to devour you until there was no part of his old self left.

Forbidden was no longer a word in his world.

#priest!peter parker #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #requestsforyou

[sugalaritae]

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#5

together (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: soft soft soft yoongi, everything is soft. SO MUCH FLUFF

au: idol!au, slice of life, established relationship

rating: pg but everything else i write is 18+

word count: 576

warnings: yoongi is soft.

author's note: i love that he posted the waves this morning. i love him very much. happy busan concert day! this was not edited bc i'm just settling into bed and i got this idea and had to write it.

© sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

The phone rings right in your ear. It’s loud. You must have fallen asleep with the phone in your hand because normally you put your phone on the bedside table. You look at the phone through half-closed eyes, sleep is still making your eyelids heavy and it’s hard to fully look at the screen. You answer despite not knowing who it is. 

“Hello?” you answer. 

“Jagi, I’m sorry I woke you,” his voice is soft, deep, still dusted with sleep. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your eyes suddenly opening and your heartbeat rising. He left two nights ago and he normally waits until you are awake to call you, so something must be wrong. 

“Nothing,” he says softly and you take a deep breath to calm your heart as you settle back into your pillow. 

“You’re up early, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you ask because it is very early but he hasn’t been sleeping a lot lately with rehearsals and trying to finish his album. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers. There is a soft pause before he continues, “I can’t sleep without you here.” 

The sentence is followed by a soft deep chuckle and it slips into your chest and makes you close your eyes. The two of you have only been dating for half a year and yet things have moved quickly. You spend his free nights at his apartment. You have woken to him working on various things on his laptop still in bed with you. It’s a quiet subtle relationship and unlike anything you’ve ever had before and oh! It feels so good. 

“The window is open in the hotel and I can hear the waves, I thought we could listen to them together.” 

This makes you want to melt into your bed but instead you let out a soft sigh. 

“I would love that,” you say. 

He turns to a video call and you gaze at his face for a moment, watching as he smiles at your still sleepy face. He’s not wearing a shirt and you can see the tape on his shoulder but you don’t say anything about it. 

“You look beautiful,” he says, his gaze shifting across the screen. 

You shake your head and he just nods in a silent argument. 

“Here, listen,” he says as he switches the camera view and you sit up to watch as he steps onto the balcony of the hotel and shows you the sea. It’s beautiful, vast, and slowly you start to hear the waves crash move against each other and onto the shore. 

Silence slips between the two of you as you both listen to waves. Your eyes start to drift close as each wave slips into you and down into your muscles giving you a deep relaxing feeling. 

“Jagi,” his voice startles you and you open your eyes to see that he’s moved to the front facing camera again. 

You smile, “yeah?”

“I love you,” he says and you take a deep breath. He’s only started saying it and it’s still so new hearing it. 

“I love you too.” 

There is a soft smile that slips across his beautiful mouth and then a nod. 

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#4

way back home (myg)

summary: you need an escape. yoongi is there for you in your time of need.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (no specified gender or pronouns used)

genre: smut, angst

au: post-apocalyptic western

rating: 18+ this is sort of pwp

word count: 3.1k

warnings: post-environmental apocalypse, hints at abusive father and fiance, rough yoongi, quiet yoongi, death threat, blow job, dom!yoongi, yoongi has BDE, mocking, degradation, nipple biting, possessiveness, throat fucking, fucking, yoongi keeps the jewelry on, unprotected sex (be careful!), creampie

author's note: so as you all know the teaser for 'that that' destroyed me and left me in bits and pieces and i came up with this little teaser that got some attention and i couldn't get the idea out of my head. then i started thinking about the novella Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey and i knew that i wanted to have that kind of western but modern vibe. (seriously read that novella, it's suuuuuper queer and fantastic!!) a special thank you goes to the absolutely wonderful @miscelunaaa @minttangerines and @vyduan for looking this over and giving me suggestions/yelling at me and i'm just so very thankful for all of them!! i appreciate you all so much. the incredible @wwilloww made this banner and i am so thankful for them.

tag list: @herecomesjoon @neverendingforever

© sugalaritae, 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work even if you give credit. all of this is mine.

You don’t know how long you’ve been riding. The adrenaline from being taken from your house has subsided and thus the ache in your back has slipped further than just the muscle and seems to be in your bones. Every step the horse makes is painful and you want to tell him that you have had enough but you’re not sure how he will react, whether it will be kind or angry.

You’re not willing to find out. So, you persevere and hold his waist tighter. All you can do is hope that the ride will be over soon and you’ll be wherever he is taking you.

You close your eyes. Images of a world and a future that you are not sure you will be able to ever live in floats through your mind. Happiness instead of what has come before. You’ve never been sure if happiness could be attainable for you and yet you’ve still hoped for it.

Whenever you’ve thought of hope, his words always fill your head, telling you that hope is stupid and is more deadly than any cancer. You’re not sure if this is correct or not; but you’ve not lived the life that he has lived. You’ve not been able to experience the world the way he has and you trust that his experience speaks more truth than anything you’ve been through.

Time slips further on with each hoofbeat and you open your eyes to watch the scenery, your head resting against his back between his shoulders, feeling every muscle move against your cheek. You’ve seen images of what this landscape used to look like before everything happened. Before the earth decided to claim herself again and fought back against all of the horrible things humanity had put her through. This is the world that you’ve always known and if he is right about hope, then pictures of what life used to be like seem to be just as deadly. Nostalgia for a time that you have never experienced leaves your brain spinning and an emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

Finally, the horse seems to slow and you turn to look forward over his shoulder. You were always curious about what his life looked like. Where he slept when he wasn’t with you, but you can’t see anywhere that might lend itself as a home. A small rocky hill is where you’ve stopped, but no tent or fire is set up. No evidence that this is where anyone could be living.

You hear him make a few sounds and the animal under you responds, both speaking a language that you didn’t even know existed. You were never raised around horses, always able to see them when they came into town but never up close and you’ve only ever heard stories about how people speak to horses.

He grabs your hands and pulls them off him roughly, leaving you with a weird feeling that travels from the point of touch into your chest. He slides off the horse and pulls at his jacket to straighten it. You’re not sure how he looks so clean still; you feel like you’re covered in dust, whereas his ivory jacket and pants look like he’s just washed them.

Perhaps it’s something that happens when you’re used to this kind of life? Perhaps, eventually, you’ll be able to look just as put together as he does.

He holds up one finger at you and looks around.

You want off this horse and you are growing impatient. Your legs ache. Your back feels like it’s been pushed together. You weren’t sure that muscles could ache in this way. You’re used to being pushed to your limit but this is unpleasant and you hate every single moment of it.

Finally, he returns and holds out his hands. You awkwardly lean down and rest your hands on his shoulders and slip off the horse and land against him and his chest.

“You good?” he asks and you nod. You look up at his face just in time to watch him shove his tongue in his cheek and nod before he lets you go, walking to the horse and whispering something to it as his hands run over its smooth dark brown coat.

You watch as he walks ahead of you and into a small opening in the rock that you had barely noticed. You follow him. The rock is cold to the touch, and for a moment you’re worried that you won’t be able to fit, but you push yourself through, the rock scraping at your cheek followed by a slight burning sensation. Then you’re through. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change.

It’s not a lot different from the dark outside, but he has lit a candle and it flickers in the small, tall cave. As he begins to light more candles, you can see more of what he has set up. Blankets folded as if they were on top of a mattress. A backpack leans against the wall of the cave with clothes folded neatly beside it. Will this be your new home? You’re not sure what he has planned for you.

Your legs ache as you stand. You’re not sure how much longer you will be able to stay upright.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask him what he is planning when out of the corner of your eye, you see him put a candle down and walk to you, a dark look in his eyes. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, uncertain of what that look might mean.

You are about to speak when he pushes a hand against your mouth, stopping any words that you were about to say, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him.

“Before you talk I want you to know that if you tell anyone about this place and where it is, I will kill you.”

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363 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#3

i had this little thought last night about what sex could be like with each of the guys. (i have many thoughts and different scenarios for them and these are just a few)

the guys as types of sex

JIN is surprising. you’re laughing on the couch one moment, maybe he’s tickling you, your laughter mixing and swirling around the room until his face is close to yours and everything slows. his lips are on yours. the laughter has stopped, the energy recycled into something new and needy. it might be rushed. clothes forgotten on the floor. he watches you as you come. he holds you on the sofa as the two of you come down from your high and he gives you a compliment that makes you laugh.

NAMJOON is a slow build from the moment you meet up with him for your date. the date is foreplay. conversation that makes your head spin in the best ways. small debates that both leave you slightly breathless. it’s arriving at your apartment and him stepping in and closing the door. both of you wanting it and letting the tension build until finally you crash together. the sex is an extension of the conversations you’ve had. it’s the hushed debate you had in the gallery over the artists overuse of red all over again except this time no words are spoken. it’s him holding you tight to his body after and whispering “can i stay the night?”

YOONGI is weeks without it and then spontaneously needing each other. it’s the usual routine of getting ready for bed and crawling in next to each other, both of you with your books or he with his laptop working on something he just remembered before he falls asleep. it’s putting the things down, turning the lights off and falling asleep with each other only to wake up a few hours later, at the same time. it’s him pulling your underwear down and slipping into you from behind, both of you on your side. it’s moans waking the house at 3am.

HOSEOK is laughter filled. it’s starting out serious and needy. clothes being ripped and buttons flying in forgotten places. it’s him inside you and cracking a joke, making you laugh with your whole body. your muscles clenching around him. that laughter mixed with moans and small slaps, the cocktail of everything making your body feel more alive than it has in ages. its kisses on your neck and promises he will keep. it’s him doing a goofy naked dance as you get up to dress after, making you laugh again.

JIMIN it’s needy. it’s a little rough. it’s consent and discussed kinks and desires. it’s role play at the bar and making each other jealous before finding each other again and going to your shared home. it’s kisses that tell you he loves you. it’s soft marks on your neck and earlobe. it’s the sudden switch between rough and love making. it’s orchestral, playing each other like instruments. it’s perfectly practiced.

TAEHYUNG is uncertain. it’s being at a bar with your friends and watching each other over the table. it’s feeling his gaze on you and your body feeling warm. it’s him suggesting he’ll walk you home. it’s soft silences and pleasant conversation. it’s tension building as he steps closer. it’s a pause in the middle of the sidewalk and him asking if he can kiss you. it’s him following you up to your apartment and taking your coat off before he asks to kiss you again. it’s bites and marks left on your neck and chest. it’s his tongue against you pulling a mind melting orgasm from deep inside you. it’s kitchen sex the next morning. bent over the counter and leaving you both crumpled on the floor sharing the only pancake you were able to make.

JUNGKOOK is a little awkward. pulling at clothes and teeth crashing against each other. it’s him mumbling soft sorry’s. it’s getting used to each other as you finally make it to the bedroom. it’s him lifting you onto the bed and wrapping your legs around him. it’s watching the switch in his eyes, confidence gained with each kiss and moan he pulls from you. it’s love unspoken until this moment. it’s nails on his back and whispered secrets. it staying in bed for a day until you’re both starving. sharing ramyeon while watching an anime until you have energy again.

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363 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#2

new books - knj (m)

pairing: namjoon x female reader

genre(s): smut, romance, fluff, a little bit of angst but not really

au(s): non-idol, established relationship

word count: 5.5k

summary: you used to have mornings like this, wrapped up in each other and drinking each other instead of your morning coffee. the day turns into a day spent together with your boyfriend, looking at books, and admiring each other.

trigger warnings: reader wishes namjoon paid more attention to her and less about his career

smut warnings: semi-public sex (they fuck in a washroom and seriously maybe don't do this... it's dirty), unprotected sex (please be safe and careful!!), rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, lots of talk about cum, choking, anal fingering, a little bit of ass play, joon is a very soft dom

rating: 18+

author's note: this is my first smut so please be gentle (but also tear me to shreds!). thank you so much to @missgeniality for the beautiful banner and beta-ing before getting sick! thank you to @rkivian for being a beta!! i appreciate you both so so so much!! this is for @thebtswritersclub january prompt - "new" - and thank you so much to the staff for letting me be a little late ❤️

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It starts slow.

The light has slipped through the part in your bedroom curtains. A spotlight on his hand resting on your thigh, the feather duvet pillowed around it. Your eyes open slowly and rest on the books that are piled four high on his nightstand.

You shift against him as the wind whispers through your curtains. His arms are draped over you; the hair on his arm stands as the breeze gently pushes past.

A small shiver slips over you as you feel the breeze. You release a happy hum as the muscles in his arms wake with him and he pulls you closer.

Your hair falls off its landing on your shoulder and between your bodies, and he takes the opportunity to press a kiss below your ear.

There are no good mornings. No words spoken between the two of you as he moves his lips against your jaw. Teeth graze your earlobe for a short moment before you feel his tongue against your skin.

Your feet work the duvet off and, still half asleep, the soft thhhhew hits your ears. His hand moves up your thigh, nails drag gently against your skin sending shivers up your spine as he reaches your hip and pulls your ass to meet his erection.

It's as if suddenly both of your bodies are awake. Your muscles surge to life. A sensation builds in your clit, and you desperately need relief. The energy pushes through both of you and your hands work at the shorts you wore to bed. His hands try desperately to help you but fumble and a small little laugh escapes the both of you. His lips no longer kiss your skin, but his hot breath tickles need against your neck.

He moves away from you to pull your shorts down and off your legs. You turn to look at him, sleep still rests on his face like a mask, leaving his skin looking soft and fresh. He meets your gaze for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, his face heavy with sleep. Your gaze drifts away to his hands as he pulls down his gray sweatpants. The light through the curtains shines on his erection as it hits his stomach with a soft slap, it is this moment that is one of your favorites, seeing him naked, the need building in your legs and core; but you barely have time to admire him in the morning light as he pushes you against the mattress. The hot spot on the pillow where your head rested for the night presses against your cheek and the heat that has already started to pool in your face intensifies.

Normally the two of you take your time. He enjoys licking and kissing your body and you enjoy touching him, your fingers taking their time to read him. There is none of that this time. Both of you hungry for the other.

His hands pull your hips up to meet his and your whole body shivers as you feel his cockhead slip against your folds. Your arousal mixes with his precum and before you can take a breath, he pushes into you. You grab the pillow and pull it away from your face. Your body falls the incredibly short distance to the mattress, and he lets out a moan as he buries himself inside you.

"Namjoon," his name is spoken against the cotton sheet like a prayer.

You feel him shift against you, moving your hips with him like he's fixing a glove put on in a hurry. Slowly, you feel his body pull away from you, his dick nearly pulls out of you until he slams himself back in you, and the whole mood shifts.

It's quick, hurried, passionate, and needy.

You press your hands against the wooden headboard to anchor yourself as he pounds into you.

He watches your back as the muscles move with each thrust. Your ass shakes and he can feel a pressure build in his chest as a realization he’s had many times hits him and courses through his veins like caffeine - you are his. You stretch around him, accommodating his length and girth. You are the epitome of lust and desire. He is certain that if any of the greats tried to describe you with such childish things like words they would fail. How the two of you exist at the same time, in the same place, is a mystery to him and one that he will continue to try and solve.

The room is filled with the slap of his body against yours and just as quickly as it started, you can feel the build in your core. Your nails drag against the headboard desperate to hold onto something and he smirks as he watches. Your core tightens around him with each thrust.

"Come for me," he whispers as he leans down and kisses between your shoulder blades. The shift in position makes your breath hitch, your body jolting with the contrast of the sweet press of his kiss and the way his cock fills you. Each thrust is deep and rough.

"I'm close," he moans gently against your shoulder, and then without warning his body has left yours, his hand grips your hair and twists it around his fist as he pulls your head up, your back dipping and your hips thrust up and against him.

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711 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

almost sweet (kth)

pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

genre(s): pwp, smut, some fluff

au: slice of life, bdsm, established relationship

word count: 5k

summary: life has felt like too much lately. your boyfriend agrees to give you a night of pleasure with a touch of pain.

trigger/smut warnings:  dom!tae, tae has a big dick, degradation (uses of 'whore' and 'slut'), mocking, ass slapping, pussy slapping, creampie, oral (m), rough throat fuck, rough fingering, squirting, silk ties and a ball gag are used, he makes her clean up after herself, rough sex, hair pulling, lots of spit, unprotected sex (wrap it up please!! and be careful!!), tears, hints that he's broken skin, praise, aftercare, strawberries, both of them are deeply in love with each other, and everything is consensual

rating: 18+

author’s note: thank you so much to the lovely @rkivian for making this AMAZING banner!! i have never written a pwp before and a special thank you goes out to the absolutely astounding @taegularities for brainstorming with me, taking the time to beta, and allowing me to run ideas past her!!

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It’s a soft clink that hits your ears first.

You know that sound. You’ve heard it in your bedroom countless times throughout the days you’ve shared and sometimes in the middle of the night. It is one of those sounds that you pay no attention to in any other instance, but as it pushes through the bedroom and reverberates in your ears, you know that he has set down a ceramic dish against the small glass table top that sits atop your brushed gold bedside table.

Your eyes twitch against the silk material that is blindfolding you.

He’s been gone for a few minutes and now he’s returned with something. It has to be a dish, but what is in it? Your mind begins the race of possibilities of what could be in there. Food? Something that he could eat off of you? Ice cubes? Every nerve in your body remembers the last time that he brought ice cubes into your bedroom, and your pussy clenches at the memory of the frozen rock pushed against and then into your entrance.

Could it be something for after? A treat for you?

Curiosity gets the best of you and your tongue moves in your mouth as your brain sends the signal to ask the question, but the words are only pushed silently against the ball gag that holds your mouth open. You always marvel at how your body acclimates to these restraints, but just as quickly as you get used to the gag, your muscles begin to ache.

“You look so pretty.” His words crush the silence that has slipped over you and the room and a shiver of surprise rushes up your spine.

You want him to touch you. Your body has relaxed against the bed even in the restraints that he put around your wrists and ankles several minutes earlier. This is the part that always drives you crazy - the waiting. The two of you have discussed how long is too long and came to a compromise. The waiting proves to be worse when you know that he’s in the room with you.

You can hear his breathing, it’s soft and slightly labored. A moan runs through your throat and crashes against the gag where it is joined by your built up saliva, and together they squeeze out around the gag at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes close tight as you feel your drool slip down your chin and your neck.

His chuckle is deep, and behind the darkness, you picture it coming from the bottom of his chest.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, fully knowing that you will not be able to answer.

Prick.

You push sound against the gag and oh! You want to see his face. You want to see that cruel smirk that you know he will have. It’s silent for a moment and you think you can hear him moving, but you’re unsure. Waves of darkness crash behind your closed lids and you start to feel a little lost at sea.

Until, his voice pulls you back to the shore.

He’s close. So incredibly close. You can feel his breath against your neck as he asks, “Sorry?” Such a simple word and yet he’s coated it in lust, tenderness, and mockery.

You feel the mattress give under his weight as he rests a knee next to your chest.

“Do you want this out?” he asks as his slender fingers trace where the strap and your cheek meet, making you jump at the surprise touch. “If I take this off, you’re not allowed to swear at me, okay baby?”

You nod. He knows you too well. Knows that you can get frustrated when you have too much restraint and he’s left you for far too long. Your jaw aches and he should know, he’s had this same gag stuffed into his mouth before.

Carefully he lifts your head. Every touch is a wonderful surprise and a small tickle starts in your neck where his fingers have connected with your skin, traveling down to the base of your spine, and you lift your hips just a little. He smirks at this small action. Watching you react to his touches when you’re blindfolded is one of his favorite things to witness.

His body reacts differently; yours is so sensitive and he wonders what it must be like to live in a body like yours. Each touch, each kiss, elicits a reaction and while he knows he will never know what exactly it feels like, he is thankful he is the one that gets to witness it.

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1,004 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

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The Fairy and the Prince #6 +#7 + #8

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Alright, I managed to sort out the queue, and realized there are a lot of updates. Like. A LOT. Which makes me fret, because I want the story to be read, you know? I want to know people enjoy it. And waiting until March of next year for it to be anywhere near done (it isn’t), seems far too long a time. So the updates are going to get a little bigger where possible.

Spring was sweet and summer was golden, and fall rolled in rich and blustery and full of bright colors. Three princes, the oldest, went into the woods; one of them came back. The next day, when he went to saddle his charger in the stables, the horse trampled him quite dead.

The palace staff had to acknowledge that, perhaps and possibly, there was something to the rumors of a fairy curse. Master Leminy requested more guards, and got them. New teachers arrived from a distant land, and new classes were offered to the older boys. All of this passed Adam by unnoticed; he was far more focused on wringing as much fun as he could from his time with Linden, well knowing it would come to an end with the first snow. He didn't ask why. The what and the how and the why of Linden were things that Adam knew were dangerous topics of conversation, and he didn't want them to cost him his friend. Instead he simply accepted Linden as they were, which was easy enough when their days were too filled with adventures and mischief.

He did ask one thing, as they perched on a long-forgotten dock over a deep, ice-cold pond in the middle of the hunting woods. "Are you sorry I don't have more friends?"

"No," Linden replied without missing a beat, watching as fish nibbled mud from between both their toes. "You'd be with them, instead of with me."

"No, I mean, are you sorry it's just the two of us?"

"Are you?" The shattered, many-colored eyes came up sharply to meet his.

"No, but." Adam looked away, kicking idly at the water. He'd been thinking on it for a long while, and had decided that being taught to be a king was far too big a job for him. It put ideas in his head that did nothing but hurt. "I feel selfish, is all," he muttered.

"Selfish!" Linden exclaimed. "Selfish, you!"

"Because you don't get to do anything else. You're stuck with me."

"Stuck with you!" Linden shoved him and laughed. "We're both the youngest, Adam. It's not being stuck with one another, is being together against everyone else!"

"I still feel bad about it!" Adam couldn't help but smile. "Maybe your family wouldn't think you're silly if you had more friends."

"Ugh, who cares what they think," Linden flopped back on the worn planks of the dock. "And where would we even find friends? With all those Princes in the palace? How confusing would that get, all those faces and they're all called Prince."

"They're not called that, Linden, it's their title. They've got their own names too."

"Pfft." Linden flapped a hand in dismissal. "They wouldn't like me."

"What!"

"They wouldn't!" Linded persisted. "They're afraid of the woods and the fog."

"Shouldn't they be?"

"Well, fine, sure, alright, maybe a little. But I don't fancy trying to make friends with people who are afraid of me before I've even done anything."

Adam had to be silent, simply because Linden was right. It was one thing for the palace staff to gossip and whisper and consider the possibility that there might be fairies in the woods, that they might have a compact with the Dowager, that there might be a terrible price to pay for any prince that wanted to be king. But for the princes themselves it was awfully personal to know they might get yanked into the woods one day, and they might never come back out. Adam wasn't afraid because, in his child's heart, he believed Linden would protect him. He believed Linden would always be there to catch him when his fingers slipped from the ledge. And he was wise enough to realize his was a unique protection, afforded to no one else.

He didn't bring it up again. The conversation, apparently, had a much greater impact on Linden than he'd expected, because three days later, on a very blustery day, he was dragged into a goat shed, empty at the moment with the flock out to pasture. There, in the dim and warm straw-scented shelter, there was a boulder.

"Absolute!" Adam exclaimed. The boulder was three times as large as the two of them combined. "How'd you even get it in here?!"

Linden blew a rude sound at him. "You're so blind, Adam." They jabbed a finger sharply into the boulder.

It groaned and whined in protest, and Adam took a startled step back. "Did you just hurt the boulder?"

"It's not a boulder," Linden replied archly. "You can sleep later!" they yelled at the boulder-that-wasn't. "You've been bugging me two years running, now come on!"

The boulder unfolded itself, very slowly, and Adam blinked, trying to figure out how he could have ever thought it was a boulder at all. The creature before him - a boy, it was a boy, his mind told him very certainly, was tall and lanky, with immensely broad shoulders and astonishingly long arms, the rest of its body narrow. His face was rough and uneven, with a very long and sharp nose, tiny and soulful brown eyes under bushy brows, a mop of dark, clay-colored hair.

"Well, go on," Linden urged impatiently.

"Don't be mean, he's scared. I would be too, if I kept getting poked," Adam shot back.

"Ugh, fine, I'm sorry I poked him. I'm sorry I poked you."

The immense, strange boy looked between Adam and Linden, and then offered a big hand.

"Gently," Linden warned.

Adam took the offered hand and shook it, feeling the strength in that grip, carefully controlled. It was like shaking hands with... well, not a mountain, but certainly a small hill. The skin was cool and pebbled. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you Linden's friend?"

"He's my younger brother," Linden replied solemnly.

Adam cocked his head and pressed his lips tightly shut. He looked at the boy, who was taller than the both of them together, who outmassed them like a horse outmasses a chicken. He rubbed his hair and said nothing for a long moment, trying to think of anything he'd been taught about being princely and kingly that would not sound mean. "... Younger?"

"Ugh!" Linden cried out all the same and kicked straw at him. "You are so judgy, Adam! Never mind that." They turned their attention back to the newcomer. "Go on, then, like we practiced. Tell him what you want him to call you."

Adam drew himself up very straight. He even laced his hands behind his back, like he'd seen the Dowager do at court. "What may I call you?" he asked in his most polite, most princely voice.

Linden's 'younger brother' drew himself up just as straight, fingers wriggling nervously before him. A mouth Adam had never seen, a gap in that narrow face, puckered. "Booooouuuuuuulllllll...."

There the youngling's breath ran out. They waited in the blustery, rich autumn silence, Linden rocking on their feet, Adam trying to be patient. They waited, and waited, and waited some more.

A thin snore came out of the young boy's mouth.

"You did it again!" Linden shoved their 'younger brother', who staggered awake and moaned in wordless embarrassment.

"No, wait, it's fine. Really, it's fine, Linden!" Adam stepped between the two. "Don't be so mean to him! Little kids sleep all the time when they're young!"

"Well, yes, but we'd practiced! And he's been begging me forever to bring him with me, and since you were talking about friends, I thought -"

"And I'm very glad to meet him!" Adam assured them hastily. "It doesn't have to be perfect, Linden. It's not like we're at court or I'm a king or something." He beamed into those shattered eyes, and then turned to offer his hand to the boy once again. "It's very nice to meet you, Boul."

"'s Boulder," Linden muttered. "For Boulders-for-brains."

"I think Boul might be easier for you, right, Boul? At least until you get a little older?" The boy nodded eagerly. "I'm Prince Adam Lestrelle, but it's fine to just call me Adam."

"Adam," the boy croaked. He had a bullfrog's voice, coarse and abrupt.

Adam turned to look at Linden. "You didn't have to," he said quietly.

Linden shrugged, looking down. "I know. But I didn't want you to feel selfish. And maybe I've been a little selfish myself. And anyways, he can't come all the time, light's hard on him. And they keep being horrible to him -"

"Horrible?"

"On account of he's so small."

"Small?!"

"For his age, I mean."

Adam stared at Boul, who looked woebegone and ashamed. "Well, that's stupid. I think he's just fine the way he is. And I'd be glad to be his friend."

Linden hugged him abruptly. "Thank you." And then shoved him. "Well, he can't climb so I figured we could go see the mushroom caves."

"There's caves?!" Adam was beginning to reel from far too many surprises.

"Honestly, Adam, don't these people teach you anything useful. Come on!"

***

The caves were not particularly large or extraordinary, but to three younglings left to their own wild devices they were everything. They had the rest of autumn to explore them, to fight dragons made of stalactites and find great hoards of priceless beetle shells and broken bits of quartz, to learn the language of bats, of blind, pale lizards and of trundling mushroom folk. They found the aquifer, far beyond the  surface, and met the pale, beautiful, singing creatures there, that sometimes might grant a wish if it were small, in exchange for a token thrown into one of many wells on the surface. In the dim glow of the mushrooms it was hard to see one's way for anyone but Boul. Adam fell once, when the path under his feet went straight down a cliff-face where he could neither hear nor see the bottom, and for once it wasn't Linden's hand around his wrist that saved him; it was the young troll catching the scruff of his shirt and pulling him back up. Adam clapped one of his shoulders and ran on, shaking his stinging hand. Boul puffed up like a freshly knighted squire.

Winter came and winter went, and once again Adam put the time to use catching up on his studies. Master Leminy had to sit with gritted teeth and a frozen, atrocious smile on his face while the teachers gushed that the youngest prince was the equal in his studies of many of those that counted fifteen or sixteen years. Adam learned to ride with a couched lance, which seemed to him the height of stupidity. If someone came at him on horseback with a big old giant piece of wood, the first thing to do would be to take the horse out from under them, not come at them with another big old giant piece of wood. But he was to learn, and learn he did; he was the youngest still, and small enough he could practically disappear behind his shield. If he braced it just right on his jousting saddle, no one could move him, lance or not.

He kept bringing Dane to his pugilism classes. The teacher couldn't complain, it gave Adam someone his age to spar with, even if the young boy was shooting up in every direction. The students couldn't complain, it spared them having to spar with Adam, who had developed a habit of going kicky and bitey like a feral squirrel when they didn't pull their punches, which was often. And Dane certainly wasn't complaining; he loved the learning almost as much as books bored him to sleep. Master Leminy tried to complain, but Adam wisely pointed out that Dane had been *his* choice of companion, and if he were to someday become a king's man-at-arms, he would need to know how to fight side-by-side and back-to-back with his liege. Unless, of course, the Master of Scions had chosen Dane for another reason?

He had tea with the Dowager on his twelfth birthday, squirming. The silver-haired Queen examined him far too keenly with his mother's eyes, and her bland questions about the progress of his studies didn't seem harmless anymore.

She wanted to know if he'd gone into the woods. He shrugged. Everyone went into the woods.

She asked him if he'd made any unusual friends. He nodded. Beli could read numbers like some people read letters. Who even did that?!

She instructed master Leminy to start his deportment lessons. Adam could have died of shame on the spot, but as the news spread they bought him, at last, an ounce of pity from his peers; none of them wanted to sit for two endless hours listening to some young lady-in-waiting or another droning on about spoons and forks and napkins and tea and how many sugar cubes were too many. Fortunately Arditty knew as well as Adam that he would never be king and, much to his surprise, offered him the same deal he'd once offered Beli and Dane. The only caveat was that he had to hide where she bid him while she went necking and kissing with whatever boy currently held her interest; that usually meant the drawing rooms overlooking a snow-choked garden or a tiny inner courtyard, reading and doing homework two years ahead of his age while Arditty's maid did the mending. She snuck pastries and cheese to the boys, and they would have done anything for her.

Rickard ambushed Adam in the closed jousting courtyard two days after his birthday. He would be fifteen soon, he informed Adam as the older prince's buddies pinned the youngest of their number down, and too old to be picking fights with babies.

In the ensuing brawl, Dane broke Rickard's nose. Everyone was dragged off to punishment detail looking sorry and bedraggled, and neither Alexander nor Ulster would be seen in Rickard's company again. Dane looked flustered and guiltily pleased under Adam's praise.

Spring came once again, and as snow dripped and plopped off the roofs and ledges, Adam took his courage in his hands and asked his winter-friends a dangerous question. "Would you like to know where I go during the year?"

Dane instantly threw his hands up, shook his head and walked away. Beli seemed to think on it very hard. "I'm curious," he admitted, as careful with his words as he was with his reading. "I'm not going to say I'm not. I've always been. But I think..." He glanced at Dane. "If it's what I think it is, I think it's best if we don't, highness."

"You know what it is," Adam guessed.

"I think I do," the boy corrected. "And it doesn't bode well for anyone."

"But why? It's not like I'm going to be king. I'm barely a prince as it is."

Beli chewed restlessly on his upper lip. "I think you need to talk to the Culli-maid about it, highness. This is a courtly matter, like."

Adam did. With Arditty ignoring his education completely, her maid had stepped in to fill in the gap, sort of. She'd begun life as a scullery maid, back when she'd been quite as young as Adam, if not more so. 'Culli-maid', she'd called herself, and it had stuck. Her real name was Sophronia, which no one back then had cared to learn to pronounce, and which she loathed it anyways. The young prince caught her on a bright and sunny afternoon after a heavy snowfall, while Arditty and a new suitor played outside like young and awkward fawns.

"Culli, you know it was my birthday not so long ago."

She nodded. In her meek and low voice, she offered. "Happy Birthday, highness."

"Thank you," Adam flushed as he hadn't before anyone else's good wishes. "The Dowager was asking me questions during tea."

Culli set her mending down and examined him with shrewd brown eyes. "About the woods?" When he nodded, she stared out the window. "Do you want me to tell you what is said or what is known?"

Adam hesitated. "Can't you tell me both?"

She bit down a smile. "I could. It's the wise thing to do. I forget you're wiser than most." When he wriggled under the praise, she reached out to tuck his cravat back in place. "They say that a fairy prince fell in love with the Queen, back when she was a princess."

"But she's not married."

"Oh, she's been married. She's been married thrice, that's known to all. But back then, they say that she laughed at him, dismissed him, disdained his promises of wealth and power and love."

Adam, having seen Arditty do the same to a boy every week like clockwork, and having lived through the unavoidable consequences of it, grimaced, his gaze turning towards the glass-paned windows. Culli, catching sight of what the prince was looking at, nodded. "Aye. Like that, but a hundred times, a thousand times worse. They're wild and alien, the Folk In The Woods, highness. They don't think as we do, they aren't as we are. When one of them steps forward to meet us halfway, it's wise to at least make an effort to meet them back. The Queen did none of it, that anyone knows of. They say the Folk In The Woods killed two of her husbands. The last one came back, but didn't. You know what I mean, don't you?"

Adam nodded, horrified.

"She was Queen then already, and that's not the sort of thing a Queen can abide. It's bad for the people, it's bad for the land, and it's bad for keeping the crown steady on her head. So, this we know, she went looking for them. She went looking for her prince. They say she found him, his love turned to poison. But she was Queen and he was just a prince, and she forced a peace out of him. Of sorts."

"I wouldn't want anything I force out of a fairy. It's sure to be a trap."

She tapped his nose with a work-roughened finger. "You're wiser than most, I already did say. She was not to be wed anymore. If he couldn't have her, no one could. I suppose he doesn't know what a favor he did her. They say the Folk In The Woods wanted her to put one of their own on the throne, and she wouldn't let them. They say she had to agree to let them at least help in the choosing of the heir, or they would let there be no heir at all, and the crown would go to ruin."

"Help." Adam felt terribly cold. His clothes, so warm and comfortable a moment before, chafed him like burrs. He could hardly breathe around a lump in his throat. "Help in the choosing."

"You should never take anything you force out of a fairy," Culli repeated his words to him. "Particularly if it looks like it's a gift."

"Haven't they met anyone they like?"

"I don't think it's the meeting a prince they like, highness." Culli shrugged, picking up her needle. "I think it's meeting someone they like more than the prince hates. And he's had a lot of time to build up his hating."

***

Adam, unable to sleep that night, sat on a windowsill and thought on what Culli had said. He weighted it all, Dane's reaction and Beli's caution and the maid's story, against his friendship with Linden, his head full of worries too great for a twelve-year-old boy, except that he was a prince that might be a king and such worries were his to carry. Even if he didn't want to.

He was afraid, of course. He was worried. But, and this was an important difference that he couldn't quite figure out, he wasn't afraid of Linden, or Boul. At all. Not in the way he should be. Boul could be clumsy with his strength, but he was trying so hard, you could always see it. And he was terribly young, you could see that too.

And Linden, well. Linden was Linden. His friend, forever and always.

Did they know of the Queen's bargain?

Adam perked up as the answer came to him at last. Yes, Linden probably knew, of the prince and his hatred and the agreement and everything else. But the thing was, to Linden there was always a very clear, absolute difference. Whenever they spoke of the Court it was always "them", not "us". Not "we". Linden though of the Court as a separate, alien, unwelcome thing that they wanted nothing to do with. It was such a foundation of their person, their character, such a vast part of their heart, that Adam couldn't imagine his white-haired wild friend abiding with them, even a little bit.

On the other hand, the Court thought Linden silly for spending time with Adam, and in a very cruel way the young prince understood why at last. Why waste your time with someone you know is going to die?

Was he going to die?

"No," he muttered to the cradle of his arms.

He didn't want to be king. And he suspected that, when it came to the choosing, to the 'helping', that fact would matter more than anything else the Queen Dowager or the Folk In The Woods could come up with.

#the fairy and the prince #linden and Adam #linden the fairy #adam the prince #original writing #boul the troll #boulders-for-brains #fantasy #fantasy writing

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Sygna Suit Cynthia

Apparently, it has taken this long for SS Cynthia to be a good idea for me to pull for.  I think she ran once before and I couldn’t for some reason, but nothing stopping me now!  Anyway, SS Cynthia’s an old unit by now, but with grid expansions, there’s a good chance for something nice in the future.  But does she need that boost, or is she doing alright?

General Overview “Alright” is probably the best we can say.

The main problem is being a Dragon.  There are tons of Dragon-type damage dealers, and for some reason, SS Cynthia is one of them.  Granted, this has worked out recently, as it being Fighting type would be devastating if it couldn’t access Fighting Zone from her new Aura Sygna Suit.  Speaking of, why does Cynthia have three sygna suits?  Shouldn’t think just be “Anni Cynthia?”  I don’t get it.

Kommo-o has two major drawbacks in my mind.  One is that its main attack debuffs defense every use.  This is painful, especially in Gauntlet where mixed offenses can be a thing.  With no way to avoid this, it’s...rough.  The other is the requirement for paralysis to kick off multipliers.  Which (1) is restrictive, and (2) aren’t even that good.  20% move and 50% sync, oooooh, look at Numbers McGee over here.

SS Cynthia really focuses on one of two grid builds: pure power, or High Five.  With natural High Five, and access to another on her grid, Cynthia’s able to gradually boost everything, which most importantly recovers that lost defense every time she syncs.  It’s...honestly a more clever strategy than I initially gave it credit for, but it does suffer from diminishing returns.  There’s also the option for Adrenaline 1.  With Head Start 1 naturally, and Adrenaline 1 on grid, Cynthia’s in a position to fast-ramp twice.  Not a great position, but a position.

Overall I think she’s serviceable if clumsy.  Offensive stats are strong, but bulk and speed let her down without support, or double High Five with her taking each sync.  Her self-setup technically exists, but her ability to boost crit rate requires her to be low HP, and X items on strikers are notoriously inefficient.  Still, there’s been worse.  Like Lance.  Who can’t buff shit.

Team 1: SS Cynthia, SS Brendan, SS Steven Okay, hear me out, Hoenn fans.  SS Brendan can provide nearly max offensive benefits to SS Cynthia in two turns, with Cynthia only needing one X Sp Atk to cap offenses.  How, you ask?  SS Steven’s Speed Forme Deoxys, which cuts sync countdown by 2.  With Cynthia’s Head Start, now you have -3, saving a full turn.  But wait!  SS Brendan can also pick up Adrenaline on his grid, and SS Steven can use Double Team after first sync for another -3.  If you quad queue successfully, you’ve also saved a turn on second sync.  If you didn’t, don’t worry, Cynthia’s trainer move also cuts a minimum of 1 sync cooldown, so you got it anyway.  So you sync first with SS Brendan to mega evolve, capping crit for the team and giving, ideally, double sync buff, then sync with Cynthia to get the stat party rolling.  In the interim, you have SS Cynthia and Brendan both spamming Dragonbreath for paralysis chances.  Once successful, Cynthia can then go nuts with Clanging Scales, while Brendan debuffs special defense for maximum damage.  Steven helps by maybe getting a flinch in or something, who knows.

Team 2: SS Cynthia, SC Jasmine, C!Elesa/P!Serena/Erika If you’re picking up SC Jasmine this month, which you should if you haven’t, she’s an ideal partner to SS Cynthia as well.  Not just for the buffs, though they are nice, but because of Safety Net.  SS Cynthia cutting her own defense, as well as having less than ideal bulk for when crits happen, means she can be threatened pretty hard by AoE moves in Gauntlet.  Safety Net blocks those attempts and keeps her alive.  C!Elesa or P!Serena are options to immediately spread paralysis, which kicks off multipliers and frees up some energy on the grid for Cynthia.  If you don’t have them, Erika’s a fine alternative to hit paralysis and potentially debuff special defense.

Team 3: SS Cynthia, Lucas, SC Lillie Lucas has Dragon Zone, which is the big multiplier I’ve been ignoring here.  SS Brendan likely does better overall, but I put SC Lillie here to remind you that she can paralyze foes that attack her.  That’s a thing she can do.  Which can save Cynthia a lot of time and stress.

Team 4: SS Cynthia, MU Torchic/Drake, Erika/Support Clefable Okay so maybe you don’t have any of that stuff.  Maybe you just have mostly F2P tools.  This could work, maybe.  MU Torchic can cover for Cynthia’s buffing needs, while Erika supplies the paralysis.  It’s a much less efficient option, but the core of her needs is present.

As an alternative, Drake has Team Sharp Entry on his grid, and can give up the defense buffs for Hostile Environment.  Focus on inflicting paralysis and buffing first, with Cynthia hopefully taking a bit of damage, and getting +2 crit on her trainer move.  Support Clefable gets Let’s Brainstorm for +1 special attack/speed, an ideal combo for Cynthia, and has a Potion to help keep the party alive.  And look, this is a situation where Drake’s actually better than Marley for once!  Because Cynthia specifically needs paralysis.  That is what you are good for, sir, and you’re giving up one of your defense boosts’ MPR for it.  Good day.

Final Thoughts I think what interests me about SS Cynthia is that, looking at her ability to salvage an F2P roster, she’s really not doing so hot.  She doesn’t synergize particularly well with most options, in large part because DeNA refuses to give us a good F2P Sp Atk/crit buffer.  But with other modern meta tools?  SS Cynthia feels like she’s got some impressive possibilities.  The SS Brendan/Speed Form SS Steven combo in particular seems like it’d be a ton of fun.

But I definitely don’t think she’s anything necessary.  Dragon damage is really common, up there with Psychic, Fire, Grass, and Water.  You probably have Dragon damage dealers who get the job done already, what with Cyrus and Zinniquaza.  So I wouldn’t say definitely go for her, but she’s not a bad consolation prize if you’re going for one of the other two.

#pokemon masters #unit teambuilding #sygna suit cynthia

[sauvonslesjambons]

Why You Should Buy A Lol Account Instead Of Leveling One

Do you recall the first LoL account you attempted to improve your level? Making your account more level is the most effective method of learning League of Legends. You will gain the experience of fighting bots, and gradually moving on to fights with other players. Veteran players do not have to undergo the same procedure twice. It's frustrating and more so than it is fun. This is why veteran players need to purchase a LoL account rather than attempting to level one by hand.

How do I purchase a LoL Account

There isn't a lot of people who know how to buy lol smurfs and even more people don't trust to do it. LoL accounts are an option when starting League again. However, the worry of getting scammed by someone who purchases one is enough to keep people from thinking about it. Once you learn the methods to search for a Trusted LoL Account Seller You'll be aware of where you can find the top LoL Smurfs on sale in the web.

A LoL account is the most effective alternative to leveling one from scratch if you wanna play on a brand new server or restart your progress on your current server. Many players believe that purchasing a new account worth the cost, especially if they are looking to save time and reach the top rank as quickly as they can. It's definitely worth considering in the event you have enough cash to purchase one.

The Reasons You Should Purchase an LoL Account

A lot of people aren't convinced that purchasing a LoL account is superior to setting up your own. When it comes to spending money, people aren't so sure as to think that something they can do for free shouldn't require any cost at all. The notion that the LoL account that you purchase online doesn't have value is completely wrong, here are a few reasons to buy buy lol accounts buy a LoL account online:

1. It is possible to save time.

It will take at most 40 hours to get the level 30 account. That's about 60 games if you consider queue timers and you don't make use of EXP Boosts to cut down that time down significantly (if you're able to spend money for EXP boosts, then you can as well lol smurf shop). These games that you've been playing with bots or new players are better played on the ranked ladders to reach Challenger the earliest possible time.

To reduce time, players who aren't able to have a flexible work schedule like people who work full-time may want to invest in a. Spending your few precious hours away from work playing low-level games may not be as enjoyable as you imagine it to be. Ranked Ready accounts are designed to allow players to immediately start playing League of Legends without having to dedicate many days or weeks grinding.

2. No effort at all

No need to tryhard in games that aren't competitive. Although winning games will certainly give you more experience than losing games, it's just not worth playing seriously against players who may not even know what is the Jungle is. There will also be times that you'll encounter fellow smurfs who try to make your game difficult. Games that are low-level can drag on because the players aren't aware of the significance of goals and how important getting kills are.

3. Enjoy Packages

If you purchase a league of legends account, it often includes bundles, such as having a set amount of champions, or capsules for champions available. Certain LoL Smurf accounts also come with skins depending on where you buy those accounts. Certain websites also offer promotions for loyal customers that contribute to the success of their company. This should also tell you whether the account you're purchasing is worth the cost. It's not an account at level 30 with nothing.

With the champion or champion capsule bundles, the most difficult part about starting an account from scratch is eliminated. Imagine collecting every single champion again or at the very least, trying to collect your main champs with only a small amount of blue essence per time. You may not get all of the champions you'd like, but bundles will provide you with the resources you need to unlock most of the champions instantly.

4. The process of advancing is Boring

Regular games can raise your MMR however imagine having to play through the entire game against bots and newbies. It's like playing on tutorial mode for many days without getting something valuable from it in return. Not to mention you're forced to play the champions of the weekly rotation that may be or not contain the champions you play but are very limited. The real fun starts once you've reached Level 30 and begin playing Ranked.

[rogesims]

Eviction Night

AND IT'S EVICTION NIGHT! As usual, the Brothers gathered round the TV.

"Hey Ninja", greeted Cam.

"Good evening, Cameron! How you feeling?"

"Well, I'm at risk of Elimination, so, let's just say it could be better!"

"Cameron, it seems the Watcher decided you shouldn't be blamed because EA didn't bother giving you a family. So this time around they came to support you! Want to see them?"

"Of course I want to see them! I missed them so much last time!!"

Seamus Fletcher, Cam's dad, and Andra, Cam's grandma show up on screen.

"Go, Cammy! We're here for you!", Andra cheered.

"Yeah, son! You're our winner!" 

Cameron got so emotional, it was hard holding the tears back. "Thanks, Ninja. I love you guys so much!"

"Good evening, Ninja. You're good?"

"I'm great, Diego, thanks for asking. Your sister was a bit busy so she didn't come, but she recorded a message, cortesy of on of our sponsors, Plumfruit by @arniegrape​_plus *DING* Let's see it?"

"Of course, it's been a while since we talked!"

"Hey, little brother, it's Marina! I'm sorry I couldn't make it, you know how busy my schedule is! Listen, I don't know why you'd go to this show since you can have anything you want, but if you're happy, I am too. I hope you get what you wish for! Good luck, I love you, mano!" 

"You guys, this queue is almost three hours long. Let's cut to the chase, huh? Cameron and Diego, come here next to me." 

With 57% of the votes, the sim who got chosen to be Evicted was....

DIEGO LOBO!

Cameron was shocked. He was sure he was toast this time! Diego, on the other hand, seemed serene.

"I'M SORRY!", Cameron screamed. "I was a plumhole, I shouldn't have been so emotional. Now you're leaving and it won't feel the same without you."

"You have nothing to apologize for, gorge. We were both wrong. You know it would take more than that to have me give up on you."

They hugged and kissed goodbye. "Now win this for us, okay?" Diego asked. He kissed Cameron's hands one last time before leaving.

"That was nice. See you in San Myshuno?"

Diego went through the doors, and left the Big Brother Sims House for good...

.... OR DID HE?????!

To know more about the PLOT TWIST coming, we'll see you in the next episode! Good night!

#Big Brother Sims S01 #big brother sims #top6?

[infiniteeight8]

unprompted ficlet

(The next prompt in my queue is deeply angsty and I felt weird posting it today, so it’s on hold until tomorrow.)

I love the romantic Valentine’s art and fic I’ve seen today, but my writing brain has occasional bouts of contrariness, so my own contribution is going to be asexual aromantic Stephen in a queerplatonic relationship with Tony. 

I have an idea about how this fits with Stephen’s relationship with Christine, but that didn’t really fit in the ficlet, so I’m glossing over it.

-

It happens slowly, so slowly that when Stephen finally looks back at the progression, he can’t pinpoint when, exactly, it started. After Titan, certainly, but that’s pretty much just the same as after meeting Tony, which goes without saying. Maybe it really started a year after Thanos, when Christine asked him, with concern in her eyes, when he was going to “get back out there” and Stephen had been completely unable to figure out what she meant until she specified romantically.

It hadn’t even occurred to him. He hadn’t thought about dating in years. Hell, he hadn’t thought about sex in years. With Christine’s concern as impetus, he considers it and finds that it just feels… unnecessary. He has a fulfilling calling. He has the companionship of his friends. There’s nothing missing.

While he doesn’t make any conscious decisions after his conversation with Christine, in hindsight, that’s probably when Stephen stopped thinking of some things as being reserved for a romantic partner. Why shouldn’t he walk arm in arm with Wong, or sleep in the same bed with Tony?

Nearly all of Stephen’s friendships have developed their own quirks by now, but none so much as Tony.

Lying across the couch with his head in Tony’s lap as the man carefully, gently massages Stephen’s hands, he thinks there’s not really a good word for what they are to each other. They sleep in the same bed on any night that other commitments don’t prevent it. Tony occasionally dates. They spend more of their downtime together than apart. Stephen’s belongings are primarily, but not exclusively, kept in the Sanctum and Tony’s in the penthouse. They’ve mentored two kids together. 

“You’re far away,” Tony murmurs as he sets one hand down on Stephen’s chest and reaches for the other. 

“Mmmm. Not so far,” Stephen says. 

“What were you thinking about?” There’s no concern in Tony’s voice, only curiosity; he can tell when Stephen is relaxed.

“Semantics.”

Tony laughs and looks away from his work on Stephen’s hand to meet his gaze for a moment. “Semantics, really?”

“Really,” Stephen says, a smile curving his lips. “About things that we don’t have words to properly describe.”

“That’s philosophy, not semantics,” Tony argues.

“Now you’re talking semantics.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Some things are too complex to be described in words.” For a moment, Stephen is surprised at the romanticism of that comment: the engineer is normally all about quantifying things. Then he goes on: “That’s what math is for.”

Stephen laughs and flicks a spark at Tony’s nose: a taunt, because Tony has yet to find the math for Stephen’s magic. Tony sticks his tongue out in response.

Life is good.

#IronStrange #aroace Stephen #QPR IronStrange

[dorian-they-ao3]

BREAKING NEWS: Peter Parker confirms relationship with older mentor!

See the GQ exclusive interview here.

#i still can’t believe Tom actually said this #intentionally ambiguous #multishipper #spiderio #starker #tom holland gifs #tom holland interview #gyllenholland #peter parker #quentin beck #tony stark #tom holland #jake gyllenhaal #marvel #mcu #if you’re nothing without the queue then you shouldn’t have it #dorian’s gifs

[blu-joons]

You Have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)

Chan:

You were confused when you saw Chan’s name pop up on your phone, convinced that he was supposed to be in the middle of a meeting for the group. Regardless, you picked up, hearing him sigh as soon as you did.

Your heart pounded with worry as you heard him clear his throat, “I’ve been outside for half an hour now waiting for you at the restaurant, did you not remember I took a half day?”

Your eyes darted up to look at the clock on the wall, and then the date on the calendar, quickly realising what today was.

“Chan,” you whispered, letting go of a shaky breath. “I completely forgot, if you just wait ten minutes, I’ll be able to get there and we can still eat together, do we still have the reservation?”

“No, don’t worry yourself, I’ll grab takeout, I’d prefer to eat at home with you anyway,” he tried to comfort you, “just get some bits sorted at home and I’ll be there soon.”

“I promise that I’ll find a way to make this up to you Chan, I’m so sorry.”

Minho:

He couldn’t help but let go of a sigh as he read through the essay, you’d been writing that you’d left out on your desk. He knew there were times when you struggled, but the mistakes that you made certainly caught his attention.

He was so concentrated, that he failed to notice you walking back up into your room. “I know what you’re looking for, you don’t need to tell me that there’s mistakes in there.”

His head shook, encouraging you to take a seat beside him. He knew that you wanted it to be perfect, so that was what he was going to do to help.

“Just don’t panic,” he quickly assured you, “the essay itself is really good, but I know you’ll hate me if I don’t tell you that there are a couple of things that could do with improving.”

“I’d rather you tell me,” you responded, as hard as it was for you to hear. “You’re right, I do want this to be perfect, so as much as it sucks, I guess I’m going to have to listen to you.”

“I’m helping you, just remember that when you want to punch me over this.”

Changbin:

Any time when there was silence at the studio, it confused you. The boys were usually so loud, that when the room was peaceful, you never quite knew what to do, silently wishing for someone to make some noise again.

Changbin quickly caught onto how uncomfortable the new atmosphere made you. “Talk to me if you want a bit of noise Y/N.”

As soon as he spoke, you began to talk to him about anything that came to mind, just so that the room was completely silent anymore.

“Why don’t we talk about what we can get up to once I finish work for the day?” He suggested as soon as he noticed that you were running out of things to say. “Shall we try the Thai place?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, looking around at the rest of the boys who were all lost in their phones, “it feels weird to see them all being so quiet, I’m not used to it.”

“Make the most of it, once the phones go down, the noise will go up.”

Hyunjin:

To begin with, Hyunjin tried to ignore it, but the sound of your pen tapping against the paper as you thought eventually became too much, causing him to eventually snap at you and make you jump at his voice.

Instantly, he felt bad, noticing you trying to write a list of things to pack. “I’m sorry, the noise was just getting a little bit irritating to listen to you.”

Your head nodded, trying to refrain yourself from being any more disturbing than you were for Hyunjin as he tried to concentrate.

“Let me help,” he spoke up again, coming to your side. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you; I know that you’re trying to think. Why don’t we go through the things that you need together?”

“I know there’s a few things I’ve forgotten,” you sighed, sliding your list across for him to have a look at. “But nothing is coming to mind for what else I might need for the trip.”

“I reckon a good start might be to at least write down your toothbrush jagi.”

Han:

His heart sunk when he watched you tear yet another piece of paper out of your notepad, he already knew exactly why you’d thrown it away, just like you did with most of the things that you scribbled in the pad of paper.

Jisung walked straight across to you as you did so. “Why don’t you let me help you if you’re worried about getting it wrong? You’re putting too much pressure on yourself.”

You didn’t respond, but Jisung knew that deep down you were desperate for his help to try and get your letter spot on.

“Just take it slowly,” he encouraged, helping you with every word, stopping you before you made a mistake. “If you’re not sure, just ask me, I’m here to help you after all Y/N.”

“These are simple errors,” you frowned, “I should be able to spot these the first time without looking back over it and realising mistake after mistake that I’m making,” you groaned loudly.

“We all make mistakes sometimes, let’s just try and fix them instead.”

Felix:

Another groan came from you as the two of you continued to wait at the airport to check in and get on your flight to Australia. Felix could quickly tell you were getting agitated as you bounced up and down on your toes.

His eyes stared across at you, “there shouldn’t be that much longer to wait, just don’t get yourself stressed or anything jagi.”

Your eyes rolled, with each passing second, your impatient grew as you desperately wanted to get moving again.

“We can’t jump the queue,” Felix pointed out to you as you groaned yet again. “Just think, the longer that we queue now, the less time we’ll have to queue once we’re in the departure lounge.”

“Queuing sucks,” you sighed, resting against his shoulder. “I just want to get moving again, I’m fed up with being made to stand still, why are they all taking so long to get a move on?”

“They’re working as fast as they can, I promise we’ll get moving soon.”

Seungmin:

Your mind was absent as the two of you walked side by side, Seungmin knew that you were pretty distant beside him, but the grip that he had on your hand was enough for him to know that you were still beside him.

However, as an elderly couple came from the opposite direction, Seungmin had to pull you last minute to get out of the way as you failed to notice them. “What are you doing? You could have hurt them.”

It was only once you’d passed the couple, did you realise they were there. Glancing back to look at them stare back at you.

“Don’t panic, they’re alright,” Seungmin assured you, noticing that the incident had shook you up. “You just weren’t concentrating, that’s all, but no one got hurt, did they?”

“But they could have done,” you whispered, resting your free hand against your forehead. “If you hadn’t have pulled me out of the way I could have been responsible for hurting them.”

“But you didn’t hurt them, just concentrate a little more next time.”

I.N:

As soon as you got to the checkout, you handed the new shirt that you wanted to purchase across to the cashier. You reached into your pocket, unable to feel your purse, peering into your handbag to see that your purse wasn’t there either.

Your eyes darted back to Jeongin behind you, “I’ve left my purse at the dorm again, I’m just going to have to hand the shirt back, I can’t pay for it now.”

Before you even finished speaking, Jeongin stepped forwards and covered the cost, saving you from any further embarrassment.

“Sometimes I think I should glue your wallet to you,” he teased, “we all forget things from time to time, there’s no need to get upset with yourself, you’ve still got your shirt.”

“I’ll pay you back,” you quickly informed him, but his head shook. “If you hadn’t had been there, do you have any idea how embarrassing that could have been for me Jeongin.”

“But I was there, so you don’t need to worry about what if.”

---

Masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids reaction #stray kids scenario #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #bang chan imagine #minho imagine #changbin imagine #hyunjin imagine #han imagine #felix imagine #seungmin imagine #i.n imagine #bang chan #minho #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #stray kids drabble #stray kids one shot #stray kids fluff #skz #skz imagine #kpop #kpop imagine

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

Taglist (reply to be tagged!): @planetdemon​ @hvunvely​ @fluffybitch0325​ @fashi0nablee @juststop88 @straykisz @theultimaterad @margaritas-en-la-montania @meowtella @xsam1992x

The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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