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ncteez · 5 months

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Too Reliable. (s.c.)

― part one here

Weeks after your best friend did you a “favor”, he’s pretending like it never happened. Which isn’t really working out for him because you both know it did, and you both liked it. or the one where you’re mad that he’s not making things weird, so you take it upon yourself to make it weird.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | reblog to be seungcheol’s bestie

WORDCOUNT― 12k

PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader (ft. mingyu)

CONTENT― typical best friends to fuck buddies to “actually, I had feelings this whole time”, jealousy, mingyu hook up, it’s passionate but a lil angsty if ur a baby about it.

OTHER CHARACTERS― mingyu as the mutual friend/hook up, mentions soonyoung and others

NOTE― it’s finally here! and nope, it’s not proof read. anyway……….here is ur dose of big dick best friend seungcheol being big and strong and soft and kinda pussy drunk (very pussy drunk)

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― mingyu hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up, finger fucking, pussy eating, raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cum eating, no mention of after care but it does happen off record, cheesy love stuff

“Hey, um,” “Hmm?” Seuncheol hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice. “Did you actually enjoy doing that for me?” “Are you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.” He responded in a sudden, louder voice. “Oh,” You think hard. “Is this gonna change stuff between us?” “Probably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.” He responded with confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him.

You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and he’s a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesn’t ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, you’ve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.

It’s weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Seungcheol went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.

Nothing changed.

In fact, he doesn’t even talk about it. He doesn’t look at you as if he’s tasted you, and he doesn’t act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. He’s just…Seungcheol. Sweet, caring, aloof, Seungcheol. And you’re just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.

Maybe you weren’t a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldn’t be awkward.

You’re a version of you who wants to know what the fuck he’s thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, you’d feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands.

It is weird now, but only because it’s not weird for him.

Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesn’t feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. It’s been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough.

You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasn’t like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now you’re just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did.

Insane. You’ve gotten head from so many people and didn’t think twice about them the next day, Seungcheol is different though. You knew he would be too.

Why is Seungcheol any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldn’t he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?

He’s with his parents for the weekend, and you’re here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm.

You haven’t gone on any dates since that time, you haven’t met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point you’re starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. It’s entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.

So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. You’re gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man that’s willing to take you out tonight.

That’s when something dawns on you. You remember Seungcheol briefly mentioning Mingyu to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time.

Why would Mingyu be jealous of what happened that night? You can admit to being attracted to him but it’s not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and it’s also kind of a rule for yourself that you don’t fuck within the friendgroup. Seungcheol was an exception, solely because that’s your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend.

Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him.

So, texting Mingyu? Easy.

Thankfully, Mingyu texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him.

Well, Mingyu sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Seungcheol for the past couple of hours.

You lay there in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you and yeah, you did fucking enjoy it.

But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Mingyu a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Seungcheol, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place?

Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Mingyu and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time.

God, if only Seungcheol would just talk about it.

And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how you’ve let your feelings weaken you to the point that it’s genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability.

And, well, you wake up much the same, except Mingyu was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesn’t have a thing to do with you, he sure does.

“Good morning,” He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. “Glad you finally came through for me.”

You quirk a brow. Right, Seungcheol is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.

“I finally came through?” You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. “You knew I was single, why didn’t you call me?”

You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now.

“Bro code.” He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked legs. “I’m not overstepping if you’re the one asking for it.” He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. “And you did.”

You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And you’d think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Mingyu must offer to all of his lovers.

You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where you’re not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Seungcheol for you to end up feeling this way. It’s a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts.

“Are you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?” You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you.

“You could say that, I’m assuming he missed his chance though–” Mingyu whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. “You wouldn’t be here doing this if he didn’t.”

You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you don’t know who you’re both referring to. Mostly because there’s no way in hell it’s your best friend, seeing as how he’s acting like you don’t exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Soonyoung? Jihoon? Fucking Wonwoo? As fucking if.

“I guess he did miss his chance–” You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. “Deeper.”

And he listens. Mingyu goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging into you as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Seungcheol isn’t the only man who can please you now.

When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Mingyu did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Seungcheol did. After all, it’s not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him.

Even so, you know Seungcheol will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Mingyu around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened.

You can argue that for the first time, you’re even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if you’re not right in the middle of texting Mingyu. It’s not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already.

Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you don’t like to feel as if you’re the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Seungcheol, seemingly releasing all of this resentment you’ve built up for him in an instant.

“What?” You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Mingyu and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even ten hours after you left.

“What?” Seungcheol responds questionably to you. “What do you mean ‘what’?”

“I mean what do you want? I’m busy.” You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed.

“Oh god, something happened.” Seungcheol groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. “What’s wrong?”

“No, not really. Was just trying to figure out what I’m doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.”

Something is off, Seungcheol can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like you’re mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say you’re trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him.

“Oh, I know there’s an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Soonyoung mentioned it–” He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. “You’re not gonna go with him?”

“Nah,” You wave off dismissively. “I think I’m just gonna go hang out with Mingyu.”

You don’t notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Seungcheol reacts.

“Wait, what?” He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. “Mingyu? Why?!”

God, he knew he shouldn’t have said anything about Mingyu that night, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldn’t help but boast at the time. It’s come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Mingyu has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold.

“Relax, I was with him last night. It’s kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.”

You refuse to pick up on Seungcheol’s tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesn’t want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting?

“Mingyu? You want to fuck Mingyu?” He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesn’t want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehow…satisfying.

“I already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.” You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it.

Seungcheol hangs on those words for a second. “Since no one else can.”

He really thought he was the one who could do it for you.

“Yeah, but–” Seungcheol starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. “You know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.” He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over.

He wasn’t sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason he’s with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you.

He needed just one single weekend away, and the second he’s gone you’re out fucking other dudes? Fucking Mingyu?

By now, that asshole is probably feeling like he’s on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Mingyu’s managed to do with you by now and he can’t help but feel pissed about it.

Whether you’re his or not, Mingyu never should have been a fucking option.

So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering he’s the one who hung up on you. Then, when you don’t pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop.

You must be talking to Mingyu, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Seungcheol has heard that Mingyu knows how to fuck. Other people have said he’s good in bed. Surely, if you’ve already been with him once and you’re still wanting to go back to him, those other people weren’t lying.

To Seungcheol, it feels like he’s losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and it’s weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is you’re doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do.

He calls again. You don’t answer.

Again.

“What?!” You answer, annoyed.

“Why would you even want Mingyu?! Is he really that much better than I am?” He doesn’t think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to say it at all.

It’s his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you don’t know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care?

“What’s that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.” You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. “I don’t see why you’re mad that I’m hanging out with Mingyu. We aren’t dating, Seungcheol.”

“Since when? Who said I didn’t want to do it again?” Seungcheol argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still can’t be as loud as he’d like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesn’t strike him in the center of the heart.

“Nobody! That’s the thing, you haven’t said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you don’t. You’re just being you and it’s driving me up a fucking wall.”

Pause.

“You’re mad because I didn’t make it weird?” It’s like his brain clicks.

“Pretending it didn’t happen somehow makes it worse.” You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Mingyu is sending you and listening closely to what Seungcheol might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasn’t.

“I wasn’t pretending that it didn’t happen,” He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I just wasn't sure what the next step was.”

You’re fucking appalled.

“Seungcheol, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You’re the one who didn’t make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.” You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. “Do you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?”

Seungcheol sighs along with you on the other end of the line.

“That’s why I was annoyed earlier, and that’s why I’m going to Mingyu’s tonight.”

“What?” Seungcheol’s voice raises a bit higher. “Still?!”

It’s the fact that he’s trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, you’re still considering Mingyu an option? Knife to the heart, honestly.

Or maybe he’s not being clear enough with you about this.

You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Mingyu.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You pry.

“You really called him, and now I’m just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he gets to you, again. Yes! I’m fucking jealous!”

You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isn’t solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips.

“Why are you laughing?!” His voice is raised again, and he doesn’t seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. “I wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didn’t know?” He pauses. “I always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?”

You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, “If Mingyu ever thinks he can touch you again, I’m going to break his arms. He knows how I feel about you.” and “You thought I’d just eat you out as a friend?! You’re insane.” and “I would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?”

The confirmation of Seungcheol being the friend who forbade Mingyu from making a move on you is right there, clear as day.

“Ah, so the Seungcheol I know isn’t the Seungcheol everyone else knows?” You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and it’s not an easy task to make it stop.

“Of-fucking-course not!” He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. “You had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.”

“And you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterested–” You pause, processing his words. “I would have asked you to come home from your parent’s house to fuck me? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?”

Seungcheol sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation.

“It wouldn’t be because you are selfish.” He breathes out, almost angrily. “And for the last time, I’m not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I don’t just want to fuck you, you know.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?” You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. “Until after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!”

“I felt like you didn’t want to be with me, and I needed you to want me somehow–” He explains with a shrug to himself. “I guess waiting and being polite isn’t really your style. I should have known that though.”

You let him continue, because you can tell he’s simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you.

“You can’t tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.” He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest.

”The fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didn’t think I had to tell you at this point…”He breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. “And for the record, I couldn’t get enough of how good you tasted. I was just trying to like– I don’t know.”

You listen to him breathe deeply, again.

“I didn’t want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.”

There. There it is. You’re nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you.

“You acted like it wasn’t a big deal, Cheol. I’m not joking. If that’s how you act when you like someone, you shouldn’t blame me for not noticing.”

“I literally tongue fucked you.” He dead-pans. “Friends don’t just do that.”

“I thought we were friends who could do that.” You argue. “But I guess you’re not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?”

“No,” Seungcheol sighs. “Mom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how it’s gonna be. After all, this is you.”

“And this is you.” You confirm.

“I was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.”

You still yourself at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didn’t exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Seungcheol you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. That’s why, when he didn’t change, you couldn’t read him anymore.

Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you.

“Romance is dead and it’s your fault.” Seungcheol tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you.

“So, are we done fighting?” You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you can’t escape. “Since you’ve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldn’t mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?”

“Are you still going to fuck Mingyu?”

You laugh.

“Oh yeah, for sure–” To his silence, you immediately take it back. “Oh my god, relax. It’s a joke.”

“Get better jokes, asshole.”

“What the fuck?” Seungcheol deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, he’ll be next to you again. “You seriously had sex with her?!”

“Hey, she’s the one who called me.” Mingyu shrugs as he listens. “To be fair, Seungcheol, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.”

Seungcheol slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes.

“You asshole– I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I don’t have dibs.” He gripes, trying to pretend that he’s not imagining Mingyu with you, the person he wants the most.

“Damn right you don’t, because she seemed to have a great t–”

“Mingyu, shut up. I don’t want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.”

Mingyu’s brow raises in curiosity.

“Ah, did you finally make a move?”

If there’s anything Seungcheol knows Mingyu won’t do, it’s go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and he’s not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, he’s still a little pissed at him for hooking up with you…but, it is true, Seungcheol made you feel like he wasn’t even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman.

Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.

“I did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. I’m trying to make something out of this, you know?”

Mingyu lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some he’s had in the past.

“Jesus, you’re serious about her aren’t you?” He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Seungcheol for finally stepping up for himself. “I mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-”

“Mingyu.” Seungcheol warns. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Relax, I was just joking.” Mingyu plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. “Good on you though. I’ll back off, don’t worry.”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Mingyu becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because he knows it’s a joke, and only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasn’t entirely where it needed to be. It’s true that he wasn’t exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say he’s amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he can’t help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you.

Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs.

Mingyu could have been something, but he couldn’t have been Seungcheol, ever.

The day couldn’t go by any slower than it already has.

Seungcheol comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesn’t even live.

Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say “hello”. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were to…well, oh.

You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where you’ve got Seungcheol working himself on and inside of you. It’s making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first.

Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard.

What if he doesn’t show up at all?

You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you “as a friend”?

God, he’d have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again.

You’ve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? That’s where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value.

Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Seungcheol was nothing but a one time thing for his sake.

And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, you’re looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. You’re an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags.

“Hi,” He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. “I’m here.”

You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him.

“You’re here.” You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags.

You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you.

“Felt like I was gone for too long–” He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. “Didn’t know I could miss you like this.”

You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasn’t one of them. Which goes to show that Seungcheol is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. You’ve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.

“You were gone for two days,” You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug. “Two days too long, though.”

You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back.

“We don’t have a lot of time to take it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.”

You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling far too warm than you expected to.

You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and you’re ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward.

The restaurant is nice. There’s a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Seungcheol’s hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling.

“So, I guess that’s why I went to my parent’s house. It’s embarrassing, I know–” He says before you cut him off.

“Tell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.” You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.

You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you.

“Okay, um–” He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. “When we weren’t together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.” He admits, nodding to himself.

You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.

“No! No, no. Not like, sex…” He looks down. “I mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldn’t stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.”

Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow.

“I already did want you more than anyone else.” You admit back to him. “I didn’t know I had feelings until you did that to me, and I’m sorry it took me so long.”

He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand.

“What about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?” He asks for his own confirmation now.

“Sex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.” You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. “Goddamn, I sound so dramatic.”

Seungcheol snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him.

“To be fair though, Cheol, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.” You continue. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.”

“Feelings and lust?” He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant.

You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order.

Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, there’s no way you’re not because you don’t recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, he’s continuing.

“I was really that good, huh?” A smirk from him, and a nod from you.

“What about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?” He follows up, looking down at the table.

“Both of those things.” You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him.

He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit.

“Do you have any fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to have your legs wrapped around my neck since I got back?”

God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing.

“Cheol, we’re in public.” You warn, knowing damn well that you’ve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you wanted to tame yourself.

“Since we started hanging out, every fucking time.” He continues, ignoring your warning. “I would get so mad when you’d go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.”

Your cheeks are still hot, but now there’s a bit of guilt filling you.

“You really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?” He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. “Even right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.”

You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as it’s fully replaced with Seungcheol’s eagerness to have you in full, finally.

“Why–” You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. “Why are we at this restaurant again?”

You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you.

“It’s so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.” He whispers, blinking at you. “If you feel satisfied with where we stand, I’d be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.”

An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Seungcheol.

You’re both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him.

For Seungcheol, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldn’t ask for a better night.

Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the wrong moment, you’d see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight.

Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. You’re inviting him in, you’re accepting him, you’re wanting him back.

What he doesn’t know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it weren’t for those astral chains, you’d be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if there’s anything in the world you’ve wanted within the past few weeks, it’s him. You’d be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the kisses he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses.

Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant.

You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet.

“Listen,” He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. “I need to shower before I let myself do anything.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Seungcheol’s energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as he’d like to be for this.

It feels strange, actually. You can imagine you’ve had many hook-ups with men who wouldn’t even consider a shower before inviting you over.

“Hurry up then, before I decide to call Mi-”

“Don’t you fucking dare make that joke right now,” Seungcheol squeezes you tighter against you. “If we are going to like,” He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. “You know, be exclusive, Mingyu’s name is forbidden.”

You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way. Noting that he's probably being serious about Mingyu, and you should lay off the jokes.

“Go, shower. I can imagine you probably taste bad anyway.” You joke again, feeling playful, excited, and so entirely ready to be anything he wants you to be.

Damn this shower for feeling so good. Seungcheol could fall asleep under the warmth if it weren’t for the fact that he’s been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.

It’s kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more.

It’s not a hook up though. Seungcheol is finally where he’s always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? God…

He’s flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is.

You’d probably laugh too, and he’d love the sound of.

Then, he’s faced with a dilemma.

You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Seungcheol may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.

Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you.

Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesn’t open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out.

“Um,” He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. “I wasn’t sure if there was a point to putting my clothes on–”

Fucking pause.

God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship.

Well, now it’s not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you.

You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.

“If you’re wondering if I put panties on this time,” You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. “I didn’t.”

That’s all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed.

Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own.

The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently he’s acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now he’s almost docile. Meek.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that he’s more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. “Can’t believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.”

Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But he’s not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.

Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically.

“Can’t believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.” You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you can’t feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.

He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soon– until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now.

Never has making out gotten him this turned on so quickly, and it’s not a surprise because, it’s you who has her lips on his.

He half moans, half chuckles into your moan when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress he’s got you lying against.

“There’s so much I want to do,” He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. “Please, let me do all of it.”

You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.

Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his length between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next.

First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck.

At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. He's amazed and feels entirely lucky to be the person doing this to you right now as his nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth.

You’ve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your chest.

He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips. He nibbles against the hardened nub, trying his hardest not to drool over how badly he's wanted to be in this very spot.

And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that you’re already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.

“Fuck,” He sighs as if it’s a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. “Already?”

You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is now….more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends he’s going to offer pressure to your clit.

He’s fucking teasing you, and you know it.

He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if you’d ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all he’s done is kiss you and fondle your nipples.

Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time.

As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you.

“I feel like I’m going insane,” He finally says, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. “I want you so fucking bad–” He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pulling your loose shorts down along with the act, just to get the taste of you against his lips again.

Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every corner of your arousal. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much.

The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you everything his mouth could ever offer to this part of you.

All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react.

Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state. His mouth is so warm, and his voice soothing your core through its desperate attempts to beg for more.

You can’t help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue.

He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, he’d be eating like a fucking king.

Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, there’s more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers inside of you and pull back to see how you’re spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.

“Feels good?” He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick.

You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers.

“You look so good right now, you know that?” He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. “God, you’re squeezing my fingers–”

He can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were to…

His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the image, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you.

You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated fingers to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation.

He can't help it, he wants to do so much and savor everything this moment has to offer. Savoring is difficult though, when you're lying there like this, spread out for him and him alone. He hopes that this continues, that you'll truly keep him. Because he is internally damning himself for not eating you out longer, for not curling his fingers into you for at least an hour more. But he's breaking, he can't stop himself from wanting to feel more, more, more.

You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. It’s strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing you to sigh out at him.

He seems so…desperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants for as long as he wants it.

“Keep it spread open–” He mutters out when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been hoping your pussy out on display for him. “I want to feel all of it against me.”

God, you’ve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole.

You let out a pleased sigh, despite practically seeing the light leave his eyes and become replaced by a darkened, aroused gaze. You can feel the slick inside of you drip out with the way he's looking at you right now, and you're sure he can feel it too.

You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this actually, leaking all over you. That’s something you don’t mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for.

“Cheol–” You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.

Showing that he truly can never get enough of you.

There, you can’t help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can.

His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if, or when, he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.

There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down, lying it over his own, and taking over to keep the pressure against his grinding length.

In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.

He’s out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like he’s already fucked you for hours.

And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time.

His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as he’s always loved you.

“Will you let me?” He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment.

“Please.” You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.

And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.

“You really, really, can’t look at me like that and sound like this, then expect me to be gentle-” He pauses to look at you again. “For your sake, please tell me to slow down.”

You can barely comprehend a word he’s saying when he’s looking at you like this, when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most.

“Please.” You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself.

“Oh my god–” He chokes out, sucking in a breath before letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. “Fuck, so good.” He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point.

“Deeper.” You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation.

That’s all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now he’s giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have.

Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your head, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels.

He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes red when the stretch hits you.

So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesn’t go gentle on you.

“Shit, please,” You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. “Cheol, god–” You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldn’t begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is.

It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadn’t yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer.

Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet.

“Shh.” He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, he’s simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he can’t fucking help it.

His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now. Even more so, he fears he will always chase the feeling of how your walls squeeze his cock as if it intends to keep him in this position forever.

You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against your ass before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second.

His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.

Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again.

His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace that only seems to be becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding.

“You make me never want to touch another person again,” Seungcheol suddenly chimes out, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. “No one has ever reacted like this for me–” He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. “Feels so good, so tight around me.” He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his hips and picking up a different pace.

This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again.

“I want you to remember how this feels,” He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. “No one will ever fuck you like I will.”

Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Clearing your mind in the way those words felt so final, as if it isn’t even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true.

You can’t even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head to the side.

That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and you’re lucky enough now to know that this is exactly what he wants from you.

“Ahh, did that turn you on?” He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust now. As if you somehow managed to seem even more into it. “You like when I talk?” He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more.

“So much,” You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. “Love when you know exactly what you’re doing.”

He’s in heaven hearing those words. As if it’s a confirmation that he wasn’t just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by then from this point forward. He doesn’t want anyone else, and hopefully, you’d never give another person the chance to even try to make his words appear as a lie.

And then the room falls silent again, as if Seungcheol is focused on reminding you with each passing second that he’s never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place.

His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act.

You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when he’s about to release? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate?

None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking above you and timidly looking down at you.

“Don’t move, please, don’t move.” He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. “Stop moving.” He pleads again, pulling his chest away from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you.

You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches you– trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.

There, he loses himself again, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full.

“I can’t,” He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. “Goddamn, I really cant.” He continues to mutter out, pressing his release ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense.

It feels so sensitive, but he can’t stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point it’s surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.

You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and he’s so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.

And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release before–

“What the fuck,” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if he’s looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. “Cheol, what the fuck!” You continue to groan in awe when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm with his tongue.

You’re entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone was enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, it’s enough.

Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess he’s made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm.

You’re seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow don’t feel disappointed at all that you didn’t get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out of your core, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster then he offered before.

And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.

Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles and whines at the fact that while he toppled, he lost the view of your shaking body come down from the very orgasm he caused for you.

You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes.

“Jesus fucking christ.” You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt that’s still pushed up to your collarbone.

He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you before flopping to the side.

A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess you’ve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he slicks his tongue as if something has been confirmed in his head.

"Huh, when did you do this?" He asks, skewing his head deep into your pillows to present the bruise he can feel swelling on his neck.

You glance at the darkened spot, nearly forgetting you laid claim to him in such a way during the heat of the moment.

"Around the time you were fucking me into the next dimension, I'd say." You laugh lightly before shortly falling back into silence with him.

“Can I ask you something?” He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud.

“Hm?” You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.

“Are you always like that?” He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. “Like, did Mingyu witness you act like that too?”

You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him.

“You’re insane if you think Mingyu is that good. I’ve never used the word ‘please’ in my life.”

Seungcheol glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in, all while still pressing against that bruise you created on his neck.

“Well,” He starts, “That’s a lie because I’ve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years I’ve known you.”

You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are.

“Cheol, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.” You try to reassure him. “I don’t think anyone else could, besides you.”

He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach.

“Ew.” He groans.

It’s insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached.

Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Mingyu without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing you’d very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that you’re now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.

Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that aren’t weighed by pining or lust.

As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he can’t help but feel excited by it.

Romance isn’t dead somehow, despite how the two of you tried to fucking butcher it.

#seungcheol smut #seventeen smut #scoups smut #svt smut

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thefreakandthehair · 10 months

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a little fluff for @starrystevie's birthday! hope it's the absolute best day! ✨

Eddie misses Steve.

It's equal parts cute, and maybe a little pitiful because it's only three days in Chicago for his friend's Bachelor Party, but it's already been two days and he misses Steve. Bandit digs his claws into Eddie's thigh as he makes biscuits and begs for pets, curling up comfortably next to Eddie's lap and leaving Steve's side of the couch overwhelmingly cold and empty.

"I know, kid. I know," Eddie coos, scratching their cat behind the left ear as he purrs.

He's glad that Steve had been able to get the time off from work to go, and he's glad that Steve's made friends on his recreational basketball league, and he's not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit.

... Okay, maybe he is a little bit jealous that Brandon gets to see him sweaty and gross in the June heat, running around doing whatever jock-activity they've planned in the backyard of their rented house all weekend, but who can blame him? Steve never gives him a reason to feel insecure so he knows this isn't about Steve. It's not rooted in anything even remotely related to him or their relationship— it's all about Eddie and the nasty voice in the back of his head that pulls out a bullhorn and screams not good enough on a loop.

Condensation from the beer in his free hand drips down his wrist as he rests his elbow on the arm of the couch. It's not the first time he's felt this way, and Steve himself has admitted to feeling the same way from time to time, so he knows that it'll pass. He just needs to focus on something else: DND campaign planning, sketching, writing, cracking out the ol' guitar. He could rewatch Howard the Duck for the hundredth time, or maybe even Labyrinth—

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Eddie's phone buzzes on the coffee table and he fully expects it to be Gareth or Jeff, or maybe Robin. They have plans later that night, both of them missing Steve and all. What he doesn't expect is a series of text messages and 19 photos from Steve.

How funny. It's been five years since they'd become EddieandSteve but seeing Steve's name and smiling photo on his phone sets his little hummingbird heart aflutter even still.

steve 👑: it's so goddamn hot here steve 👑: we're playing cornhole now and just threw a football around steve 👑: sweating all the beer and vodka out as a I go, that's healthy, right? don't worry, I'm drinking a shit ton of water.

Steve includes a selfie of himself, smiling closed-lipped with a baseball cap on backwards and the neck of his tee-shirt drenched in sweat. Eddie wants to lick him dry and that's a thought he'll never tell a living soul, probably not even Steve. No, no definitely not Steve. He'll never live that one down.

steve 👑: oh, and fishing was good! we made some bets on who could catch the most and then who could catch the biggest. I tied for first place for the biggest and I caught 17. brandon got 20 so he won that bet. I'm only letting it go because it's his bachelor party lmao

Eddie swipes to the next photo, one of Steve and Brandon holding their two biggest catches. Steve's sunglasses are sliding down his nose, no doubt from the sun warming his glistening skin, and he's smiling wide against the railing of a boat. As much as he misses him, Eddie can't help but mirror his smile. Call him lovesick or 'down bad', as Robin says, but seeing Steve happy makes him happy.

He continues swiping and reading the little blurb attached to each photo, some of which don't even include Steve but Eddie appreciates them all the same. They don't include Steve, but it feels a lot like Steve trying include Eddie in the weekend. The last picture is one of the entire group, all dozen or so guys lined up on the ship. Brandon stands in the center surrounded by the rest of the group with Steve shuffled in no meaningful spot but to Eddie, Steve is the center of every photo, every moment, everything.

Eddie starts to type a response when his phone dings again. This time, Steve sends a voice message and Eddie presses play so quickly, he nearly knocks poor Bandit off his lap.

Hey, takin' a break from cornhole. I won, by the way, had to make up for losing to Brandon in the fishing bet.

Steve laughs and Eddie's stomach flips. Robin's right. He's down very, very bad for this man.

But I just uh, I miss you, and I know maybe that's sorta lame but I do. The party's great and all, but I can't wait to get back home tomorrow. Tell the kid I said hi. I love you, Ed.

He replays it a few times and shamelessly taps Keep so it doesn't disappear before sending his own voice message.

It's no more lame than me sitting here with Bandit sharing how much we miss you, so you get a pass. I mean, you get a pass on everything all the time, but don't let that go to your pretty head, okay? I'm so fucking glad you're having fun and sowing your jocky oats, but selfishly, I can't wait for you to get home. I'll make it worth your while.

He huffs air through his nose and laughs low in his throat.

Oh, and Robin's coming by in a little bit so I'm gonna grab a bottle of wine. Don't be surprised if you get a FaceTime call later. I love you too, Stevie. So goddamn much.

Eddie sure does miss Steve, but it stings a little less knowing that Steve misses him, too.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie ficlets #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlets #st fic #st ficlet #myblurbs #myfic #alcohol cw #eddie and robin do indeed facetime steve later a little wine drunk and steve obviously answers immediately #he misses his boyfriend and his best friend so fucking much #he gets to pass the phone around a little bit and introduce everyone #proudly (and a little drunkenly) proclaiming how much he loves his two favorite people #they play two truths and a lie over facetime with the rest of the bachelor party #when steve gets home the next day eddie and robin get standing invites to everything forever <3333 #no one look at me this idea came from nowhere and i know it's not any of my wips BUT the worms drive the bus

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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fawn

pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

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salmonpoki · 1 month

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Hi! Can I request ares x journalist reader? Fluff please!

If you don't write for ares that's okay too! Have a good day or night!!

Hi anon, don't worry, I write for Ares 😁

The day I met you

Pairing: Ares x Journalist!Reader w/c: ~1.5 k Warnings: none a/n: I think I got a little bit carried while I wrote this, lmao

Meeting a god while you're on your way to interview the winner of round 3 can't be a coincidence, can it?

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The sun was high in the sky, the birds were singing a calming melody and the cool breeze kept moving the branches of the trees just a little. The water, strangely not polluted by the human intervention, fell down in the fountain, spraying occasionally some water drop on the ground. Maybe you were lucky to have lost yourself, the place seemed quiet and perfect to rest.

You sat down in the edge of the fountain, you closed your eyes and you concentrated on the other sensations. The gentle whistle of the wind, the smell of the flowers, the phone cold to the touch... You held it tightly in your hand as someone could stole him in every moment. You were used to it. All you did was wait for any noise that would indicate the presence of someone who could, if possible, help you find your way. The third round of Ragnarok had been finished recently and the humanity's first victory had been declared. And you -as a good journalist you were- wanted to interview the winner. You were sure it would be an unforgettable memory: 'A human beat a god!', you imagined a possible name for that interview. But here you were, sitting in what seemed like a large garden, lost. You sighed. The day wasn't supposed to be like this. As if it were not missing, the fourth round would begin shortly.

Suddendly you felt the sound of steps, evn closer every second passed. You opened your eyes, looking around: you saw a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes, he was wearing a typical ancient warrior clothing, you thought. Was he a Roman? Or maybe a Greek? Could he be Themistocles, great Athenian leader during the Second Persian War? Pheraps you could ask him something!

Now he was close to you and his gaze fell on you. You saw him a bit confused while he was scanning you "What is a human doing here...?"

A human, he said? So maybe this means he was a... god? You seriously confused a god with a human?

"Sorry, I had lost myself and so I decided to wait here, I didn't thought I may be an annoying presence..." you admitted. There was a long moment of silence between you, replaced only by the singing of the birds in the background.

The god sighed. It seemed he was thinking about something, but you obviously didn't know anything. From what you were taught when you were alive, the gods were unpredictable, they could even decide whether to kill a person or not... and if he wants to kill you? How could you know? Another sigh left his lips "Come here, I will help you" he suddendly said "Where did you have to go...?"

"Infirmary, I think..." you mumbled, but he heard you anyway. Kojiro Sasaki was probably there. "You know if Sasaki is there?" You asked too

His face darkened a little before he tilted his head in affirmation "Yes..." he whispered.

"Good" you thanked him for his kindness. Something that you didn't expected from a god, so this was new for you "I wish I'm not late..." you thought to yourself.

"Late for what?" He asked a little curious. It seemed you got his attention. Was this god really interested in you?

"Oh, it's just..." you started, thinking on how to explain him. Or maybe because you were trying to find the words, since you were a little embarassed to talk to someone important as him. "I... I have an interview with him, since he's the first human fighter to win this competition..." you whispered the last part, wishing he didn't hear you. Oh, you were definetely wrong.

"Right, right" his words sounded a little acid. He You were under an arch of columns, brown and shiny, as if they had recently been polished. The sound of the birds had been replaced by that of your footsteps and, as you approached your destination, even muffled voices. You two passed several doors, each one seemed to have its own motif, one caught your attention: a big door with a a branch engraved on it... you didn't know why youvwere attracted by it, but maybe you were curious about what may hide behind... that door was particular. "Ehy" the god took you back to reality. He was several steps ahead, waiting you.

"S-sorry, sir" you muffled, your cheeks were all red by embarassment. "I was curious..."

The god sighed again "Those humans" he said to himself "They give in to even the stupidest desires..." he talked like you couldn't hear him, bit you actually did. Oh right, this is the real nature of a god. Arrogant and self-confident. You two keep walking, not saying anything, just the silence sourrended you. Was this peace? It felt... really good... "So" he said "Why a non fighter would like to meet Sasaki?"

You had taken a deep breath before you answered "Interview" you replied "I am a journalist" you showed him your phone. He mumbled with a «mhm» and you continued to stay silent. In certain moment this silence seemed very confortable, you noticed. You remembered the city's noises of when you were alive; the people were used to speak a lot, talking about rumors; the roar of car engines on a road; a lot of barking dog... instead here there were just the sounds of the nature, or something similar. Peace. You were carried by the landscape on your right and the decorated doors on your left. Flowers, doors, brench, trees, other doors... and you smell the scent of flowers in the air. Was this paradise?

"We're arrived" the man said. You looked up, still a bit hesitant whether to look him directly in the face or not, but in the end you did. His blue eyes watched you apathetically, as if they were waiting for your reaction. You, a common mortal, you had the guts to watch a god into his eyes? Well, that was impressive for some reason.

"Oh" you jumped "Right, right... thanks, sir" you took a slight bow before he talked again.

"Please, do not call me sir, you make me feel old" he complained "At least Ares" he looked away from yours.

"Ok... Ares" you said slowly. So you were actually talking to the Greek god of war? Maybe you were just lucky to meet someone so famous. You looked down "It was a pleasure to meet you..." You opened the door and you entered the room with a slight smile on your face. Before you closed, you had looked out to see him again.

Close doors.

You looked back, seeing the old swordsman sitting on the side of the infirmary bed. "So, here you are"

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Ares walked away from the door at a brisk pace, returning to his steps. When he decided to go in the Valhalla garden he didn't expected to find a mortal there. Oh well, now he was alone and he had the opportunity to go there. All the peace for him... even a god of war wants his peace sometimes, a moment to think about what happened before. Poseidon, one of the strongest gods, lost to a mortal human, a loser... it was just hilarious, wasn't it? How he win, he didn't know. Maybe if he had arrived at the gardens before the journalist he would have had more time to think and wouldn't be so distracted.

He arrived to the fountain again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your face was... strangely innocent. You weren't like the other humans, he felt sure about this.

Why he voted for the destruction of the humanity...?

Then he heard a noise from the near building "Who's there? Show yourself!" He exclaimed. Was another mortal? He saw a familiar figure: dark hair, a pair of red eyes which seemed to have seen many things in their lives, dressed well, and... a red mark on the face "Hermes, what are you doing here?"

The messanger of gods, Hermes, chuckled a little "What am I doing? I am just here to take a break... my eyes are a bit tired to see all this fight..." he said, but at the same time he winked.

"You liar" he accused "Why are you here?"

Hermes shrugged "I was following you..." he admitted "So, who were you talking to?"

Ares seemed to blush a little, like a child who was caught in the act of doing something bad. He thought no one saw him with you! But, well, we're talking about Hermes, and we all know how good is he to follow people without being discovered. "I... ahem..." he was speechless.

The messanger chuckled again "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me"

Ares sighed "Phew, thanks Hermes"

"No problem" he said. There was a moment of silence between the two before he started speaking again "Just promise one thing"

Ares raised an eyebrow in confusion "What?" He asked curious. Hermes looked at him.

"Don't fall in love with a human"

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror x reader #ror x you #record of ragnarok x reader #snv x reader #snv ares #ror ares #ares x reader

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seokgyuu · 4 months

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Here Comes The Sun • Part 39

a/n: well. hi! i did not abandon her! she just... went on a small break, due to writer's block. but now, we are back! this series will finally end after literally existing for almost 3 years. one more regular update and an epilogue and we are done!! i am planning to end it within this year, so prepare yourselves, lmao. thanks for sticking around and being patient, i know being a reader of my series can get... tiring 😭. so, now enjoy this written piece, next updates will be smau style as it should be hehe.

wc: 1.9k warnings: slight angst if you squint, member x member aka seungkwan x vernon (but you knew this anyways so)

Jihoon was a mess. Inside of him, at least. For the outside world he pretended to be fine. Because if he didn’t, he would have to talk about the fact his best friend slept with the girl he had been in love with for years and he sure as hell wasn’t ready for that. So, instead of focusing on his own lovelife, he decided to stick his nose in business that wasn’t his.

The business being Seungkwan and Vernon. It was incredibly obvious that Seungkwan had a crush on his best friend and while Jihoon did kind of see himself in the younger man, he did not intend to think too much of it. Reminding himself of his failure with you would only make him hate himself again. Or worse, pity himself.

So when Seungkwan had suggested a party, Jihoon had seen it as the perfect opportunity to play cupid and get his two new friends together. Little did he know that Seungkwan had kind of… a similar idea.

There wasn’t much you or Wonwoo could do except wait. Wait for the party planning done by Seungkwan to end, wait to figure out the logistics of the venue. It bothered you, Seungkwan chatting with Jihoon on the phone happily as you sat next to him, yearning to hear Jihoon’s voice again. It had been way too long and you missed him so much, you were sure you were going crazy. Still - there wasn’t much else you could do.

When the day of the party came around, almost everyone had their own plan. You had your plan with Wonwoo, Seungkwan and Hansol very much involved. Then there was Jihoon and his plan to get Seungkwan and Hansol together, something he had been plotting with Minghao. The evening was sure going to leave some impressions.

Seungkwan had found a cheap way to rent out a warehouse for the night - it was now packed with people, all friends and strangers the same, who wanted to hear Woozi’s new music. Not to mention find out who this up and coming artist was, he kept on talking about on his socials. The room was dimly lit, with a dj pult at the front, behind which Jihoon stood with Hansol, looking at his MacBook and going over the setlist once more. Unknowingly to Hansol, Jihoon would make a bit of a change in a few moments. Perhaps he was taking a big risk - premiering a song they hadn’t discussed, a song that was more than obviously about Hansol’s feelings for Seungkwan, but Jihoon just chose to ignore that. If he had taken that risk years ago, maybe you and him would be together now. He wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to his new friends.

Some light party music was playing as people grabbed drinks and talked, and Seungkwan stood by the bar nervously, tapping against his glass. You obviously hadn’t come yet. If Jihoon saw you now, all would go to hell. Who had just walked in, though, were Soonyoung and Jun, who both looked around just as nervous as Seungkwan. Chewing on the inside of his cheeks, Seungkwan looked over at the small stage, hoping Jihoon wouldn’t suddenly get cold feet after seeing his two (former?) best friends. In the end he had been the one to invite Soonyoung and Minghao had asked Jun to be his plus one - something Jihoon couldn’t stop him from doing, even if he wanted to. And he didn't.

Still, the whole situation made Seungkwan take another big sip from his glass of cheap white wine, only to take a deep breath after. Then, he walked over to Soonyoung and Jun, smiling at them as brightly as he could under the circumstances.

“I see, you made it,” he greeted them and they both turned around, slightly startled. When they saw who had approached them, they visibly relaxed.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Soonyoung commented back and Seungkwan snorted, scratching the back of his neck.

“I bet. Is Wonwoo in the back?”

Now, Soonyoung and Jun nodded.

“And you’re sure you didn’t spill anything to Hao hyung?” Seungkwan raised his brows at Jun, who blushed and shook his head.

“Don’t worry. He doesn’t know.”

Seungkwan chose to believe the older man. Nodding, he took another sip from his drink and looked back at the stage again, not able to take his eyes off Hansol this time. He looked so handsome tonight. Black shirt and washed out jeans, headphones around his neck. His hair was falling into his face and he was laughing at something Jihoon had said and Seungkwan was sure his heart was going to fall out of his chest. Maybe, sometime soon, he should talk to him. Tell him. But not tonight - tonight was for another duo of best friends to finally get their shit together. He just hoped it would all turn out the way Wonwoo had planned it out.

It only took another five minutes, before the official listening party began. Jihoon and Hansol introduced themselves, talked a bit about their shared experiences in the studio and how the last three months have been some of the most productive they have ever been. Now, they couldn’t wait to share their music with everyone. When the first song started, Seungkwan looked over at the door at the far end of the room, on the left of the stage. Wonwoo had been behind that door for almost all of the party, preparing. Everyone started dancing now, and Seungkwan also let himself listen to the song he had heard at least seven times before. It still amazed him. How great Jihoon and Hansol were at making music together. Almost as if they were meant to be doing exactly that.

You were waiting outside, Wonwoo had literally done an amazing job at all of this. You gnawed on your bottom lip, hoping that it would all work out the way Wonwoo had hoped it would. It was a stretch, a big one even, ambiguous to say the least, but Wonwoo remained confident and so you at last tried to do the same. When your phone pinged about fifteen minutes into the listening party, you took a deep breath and made your way inside, not forgetting to check the fence Wonwoo had set up on the other side of the alley. It was closed - just as it should be.

Seungkwan noticed something was different right away. The song Jihoon had put on hadn’t been on the setlist he had gotten from Hansol. In fact, he didn’t think he had ever heard this song. He looked over at the front of the room, where he saw a smiling Jihoon and a shocked Hansol. Just then, Hansol’s voice began blasting through the speakers over the sweet melody that Seungkwan had never heard before. He blinked, his mouth slightly dropped in confusion, eyes glued to the way Hansol was staring at him now.

Jihoon was proud of himself. Seeing how Seungkwan and Hansol were looking at each other, he knew he did something right. A smile spread on his lips, but it only lasted so long. Because why were you walking through the door and most importantly why was Wonwoo right behind you? His heart dropped and his first instinct was to flee, to run away and never come back. But it was something about the way you were looking at him, that stopped him. Your eyes were somehow pleading with him. There was guilt in your eyes, but also a different emotion he couldn’t really pinpoint. For a second he felt a strong pull towards you - but only until Wonwoo was next to you again. Jihoon felt his stomach turn and he quickly walked off the stage and through the mass of people who had decided to come support him tonight. He wanted to walk out, the front door right there - but there stood Soonyoung and Jun and Jihoon really couldn’t face them just yet. So, instead he sped walked over to the back door, just needing some air before he could go back in and tell Seungkwan to kick you out. What were you even doing there? And why was there a fence that didn’t let him leave to the main street? Cursing, Jihoon took a right instead, finding himself in an alley he had been in during the show of the location - just that it looked severely different back then.

Back then, there hadn’t been fairy lights everywhere, there hadn’t been polaroids of him and you hanging right underneath the fairy lights, there hadn’t been candles and there hadn’t been a small table with an envelope that had his name written on it. Jihoon felt his heart jump when he walked closer to the table, a shaking hand reaching for the envelope.

Dear Jihoon,

I’m not as good with words as you are. Actually, I think no one is as good with words as you. Still, I promise you the words you are about to read are my most sincere feelings. I am sorry, so incredibly sorry. Not telling you about Wonwoo and me, not telling you how I feel earlier, I wish I could do it all differently. The truth is: I’ve been in love with you for as long as we’ve known each other. And I know it’s cliché, but I was so scared to lose you, to lose us that I just decided it would be better to not say anything. Being in love with you… it has been a part of me ever since then, a loyal companion through life as I tried to distract myself, as I tried to find someone I could love instead of you. As we have found out… I failed at that. I know that I’ve hurt you and I wish I could take it back, I truly do. The mistakes I’ve made as well as the ones I will probably make in the future are things I sadly can’t change about me - but please believe me when I tell you I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you myself, and I know it would be too late either way. I can’t change the past but I at least want to try to change the future. So, please, give me another chance to prove to you that it’s you, that it has always been and always will be you.

Y/N

At some point he stopped breathing. Just reading the words over and over again until his vision became blurry. It was only when he heard steps behind him that he breathed again.

“Jihoon-ah…,” your voice, your beautiful voice that he hadn’t heard in so long. He turned around, saw you again, saw just you in your pretty outfit and with your pretty face and the tears in your eyes.

“Jihoon-ah, I am so, so sorry. I don’t- I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, I truly don’t, but- but I just want you to know that I love you and that I want to be with you, if you- if you let me.”

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours, or at least that’s what it felt like. Him staring at you with that unreadable expression. You felt your heart sinking, sure that he would reject you, when suddenly you were pressed against something warm and hard, against something that smelled just like Jihoon.

He was hugging you. Arms wrapped around your frame, his head on your shoulder, your arms trapped between your bodies.

“I missed you. Missed you so much,” he whispered into your neck and you felt yourself smile, freeing your arms to hug him back the way you had been craving to do for months.

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jeonstellate · 1 year

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selene’s concerto — movement iii

as the sun continued to reign over the horizon, a part of your history repeated itself.

◎༄ jeon wonwoo x gender neutral!reader

◎༄ time travel!au, royal!au, moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo-inspired!au

◎༄ bulleted list format — 2.5K words

masterlist | s. concerto masterlist | movement iv

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◎༄ remember when i wrote this, this, & this? yea, me neither. but apparently it’s been ~2 years since, oml. as of rn, there should be two more parts after this. hopefully, they don’t take me another 2 years . . .

◎༄ taglist: @jadesniall (msg me to be added!)

you miraculously reached the jeon household in one piece

of course, that feat isn’t without you making sure you didn’t fracture anything

and also you making sure that there isn’t any evidence on you

bc or else the princes and your fourth cousin would bombard you with questions once you arrive

surprisingly, though, despite the mishap, you are still the first one to set foot on the jeon household

so you told one of the handmaidens there to just come and find you when the lees have arrived

most of the time, when you happen to be the earliest, you seek out prince jungkook or his betrothed

just to bother them, really

but sometimes, you opt to just let time pass by taking a nap at the jeons’ botanical garden

you don’t lie down on the flowers, ofc

(you were taught better than that, js)

rather, you climb a tree and sleep on one of the branches

(just to clarify: it’s one of those trees with a large base and thick branches, like an oak tree or smth)

(the point is, it can support your weight just fine)

not sure if that’s comfortable, but you do it most of the time anw

esp if you’re not that tired to climb one

which was today’s case

tmi but one time you were so tired that you couldn’t climb up a tree and just passed out in the gazebo

since everyone knew your favorite napping spot is up your favorite tree, they assumed they would find you there that time too

but then you weren’t, so they actually had to make an effort to be able to locate you

in the end, they found you thirty-five-ish mins later because you?? somehow?? found?? the most secluded?? part of the?? gazebo??

lmao good times good times

so yea

you slept

and forgot about wtv mishap happened to you today

unbeknownst to you, the princes started gathering little by little while you slept

“where’s [first name]?”

the princes that cared about you the most (read: crown prince joongi and fifth prince seunghoon) arrived last, so they barely started caring about your whereabouts then

“the head maid said they headed to the garden when they arrived,” tenth prince seonwoo informs his eldest brother

“[nickname] must be sleeping then,” prince seunghoon concludes

“who’s [first name]? [nickname]?” a voice asks, prompting everyone present to look at its source

“ah, wonwoo, you’re here,” crown prince recognizes his brother’s presence, “finally after seven years”

“yea,” fourth prince taejoon chimes in, “seven years too long”

“not my fault,” the sixth prince shrugs

“ya! listen to this punk,” third prince exclaims, “he sounds like he didn’t even miss his brothers”

“the border has kept me too occupied,” prince wonwoo defends himself almost nonchalantly, with no remorse in his voice whatsoever

his brothers takes immediately notice of how he didn’t even confirm nor deny prince inyeop’s accusation

but no one bothers to point it out

after all, even if seven years had already passed, their brother still seems to remain the same

the sixth prince — who inherited their father’s cold, fox-like eyes — also conceals any warm emotion he feels to appear more like ice

truthfully, all the princes have that kind of cold intimidation around them

perhaps save for the fifth and seventh prince

and maybe the tenth, too

but the sixth born arguably has one of the strongest

something that only the first born can rival

given that they both got their strengthened aura after years in the battlefield

lowk it’s debatable who has the real strongest cold aura tho, ngl

the first prince had spent more than a decade in total in the battlefield, so he’s def more experienced than the sixth prince

however, according to rumors, prince joongi has gotten “softer” ever since he got married

and no one is really brave enough to confirm it, so

anyway

however

no fight nor battle has managed to take away their affections for their brothers

even if they refuse to admit it

and they both know their brothers well enough to know that they know that they care for them

so, yeah

there’s no really need for the sixth prince to admit it out loud

so the literal translation for his reply to prince inyeop is: “i did miss you guys”

or at least that’s how his brothers heard it

“we missed you, too, hyung-nim,” seventh prince replies on behalf of the rest

“yea,” prince seunghoon adds on, “that’s why you should go fetch [first name] at the garden”

(trust the fifth prince to pass the thing that prolly would’ve been ordered to him otherwise lmao)

prince wonwoo is about to argue, mostly about not knowing who even that is, but he’s easily overpowered by his six brothers

yea

that’s right

he might be a well-decorated warrior, but his skills are subpar when it comes to winning against his brothers

he can’t be good at everything, man

“[first name] should be on one of the trees!” they called after his retreating figure, “if not, look in the gazebo!”

the sixth prince thought it would be more practical to look for [first name] at the gazebo first since it was closer

but he finds no one there, so he figures the person he is looking for is really by the trees

so off he goes

in all honesty, prince wonwoo has no idea who he is supposed to be looking for

but he figures he’d spot that person easily

after all, who else would sleep at the garden??

and sure enough, it didn’t take him that long to spot someone on top of a tree

looking like they’re in an uncomfortable position, but sleeping peacefully nonetheless

frankly, the sixth prince isn’t the one to judge others quickly

especially given that others do that to him too often for his liking

which eventually landed him an unpleasant nickname in the streets

but that’s a story for another time

but it’d be a lie to say that he isn’t literally judging the person on the tree rn

justifiably so, though, bc

who?? in their right mind?? prefers to sleep on top of a tree?? instead of somewhere more comfortable?? and safer??

like, who knows, a guest room?? or even just inside the gazebo?? on the grass??

the jeon household is wide enough to house dozens — if not hundreds — of guests, there’s absolutely no way every single room is already preoccupied atm

esp with his temporary stay, which might’ve prompted some to steer clear from the household

sure, the gazebo might be a hard, concrete surface . . . but at least there are pillows in there??

plus there’s shade there as well . . . so why wasn’t that the main choice for naps?

and as for the grass . . . they can move wherever which way they want?? bc there’s no danger of falling?? and the grass should definitely be softer for the back than the branch is??

sigh, wtv

the person’s peculiar napping spot shouldn’t be his main concern rn

esp since he has no idea how to wake them up without activating the threat of falling

prince wonwoo’s chosen first course of action is to call their name — or at least, the name his brothers addressed the person as

“[first name]? [first name]?”

he unconsciously holds his breath when the person in question stirs in their sleep, suddenly more alert just in case they fall

much to his relief and slight amusement, [first name] doesn’t wake up and fall

so he tries again, this time with a louder voice

when that doesn’t seem to work either, he increased his voice volume again

as in closer to the volume that he commands his troops with

he won’t be surprised if his brothers heard it from where they are tbh

and yet

still nothing

[first name] literally just shifted their position to face away from him

and continued their journey in dreamland

prince wonwoo could’ve sworn he heard his voice echo so it was definitely loud

so how the fck did this person sleep through it??

in that person’s defense, they’re having an intriguing dream

esp since that person happened to be you

aka someone who just got treated like a sack of potatoes earlier by a masked rider

but the prince doesn’t know that

and does he need to?

maybe

maybe not

to him, you’re literally just the person his brothers want him to retrieve

and to you, he is the voice of the man in your dreams

yk the man you kept dreaming about? the one with specs and rolled up sleeves?

(if you need a refresher, here)

yea, him

okay, but really . . . that was kind of . . .

a lie

prince wonwoo’s — although you don’t know that it’s him yet — voice is actually coming through in your dream as a voice over

like an unseen narrator whose only lines are your name

or like a heavenly being who’s urging you to step into the light

either way, it’s unsettling to hear any voice in your dream

especially since it’s a dream you’ve had for a million times already

you basically already know what is supposed to happen, frame by frame

and that voice is definitely new

God???

God, is that you???

in your defense, it’s rlly coming off as someone omnipresent

yes, the voice is strangely matching the timing of the man in your dreams

but the shape of his mouth is definitely not matching the words you’re hearing

so, obviously, that voice can only be God

sure, you might not entirely believe in anything religious but honestly, as someone who somehow managed to travel back in time, you’re willing to think of anything

even if you don’t necessarily believe in it

duh

except . . .

is God allowed to curse?

‘cause you were certainly hearing a colorful language now

mixed with your name, ofc

wait wait wait

what if—

if it isn’t God, but Sa—

Sa—

you wake up with a start.

you’re so startled by the prospect of dreaming of the devil that you

plummet down before you can even remember where you were

rip

you instinctively closed your eyes as you wait your body to hit the ground

however, the pain never comes

and as much as you’re glad you didn’t feel any pain, you’re highly suspicious why you didn’t

so you opened your eyes

just to see something oddly familiar obstructing your view

your eyes shoots up in panic, as you mentally chant

“pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’t—”

unfortunately, no matter how many times you repeated it nor how fast you said it, you didn’t seem to be heard

which is a matter you quickly realized after making eye contact with a familiar masked man

aka the same masked rider that dropped you from a moving horse

aka the person you desperately wished he wasn’t

oh, what luck

the universe really likes you, it seems

please note the sarcasm

“you!” your voice holds so much disdain

“you again,” contrary to your disdain, his voice sounds exhausted, like he can’t believe he’s dealing with you again

excuse him, but you can’t believe you’re dealing with him again, either

if anything, between the two of you, you’re certainly the one who’s against your paths crossing again the most

and, really, no one can even blame you, if ever

esp considering that he did just drop you on the ground unceremoniously

“why are you here!” you can’t even bring yourself to make your exclamation sound like a question, “put me down!”

. . .

*facepalm*

clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson the first time

and clearly, this masked man is a little too great at following commands

“why am i here?” you hear him scoff while you try not cuss him out for dropping you. again. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?”

“i asked you first”

“why do i need a reason to be in my household?”

at that point, you have successfully used the tree trunk to help yourself stand, but you almost lost your footing the second he said that

thankfully, you’re able to regain it before you looked like a fool in front of him

phew

“what— what did you just say?”

you aren’t rlly sure if you actually wanted him to repeat what he just said, ngl

mostly bc you aren’t sure if you want him to confirm his identity

but oh well

too late now

“this is my household,” he repeats,

“i am prince wonwoo of the jeons, sixth prince of the kingdom, fifth-in-line to the throne”

meeting the prince who completed the ensemble of the king’s alive sons didn’t change anything in your life

at least that’s what you hoped to say

unfortunately, it isn’t necessarily the case

for one, you gained an “enemy” in the sixth prince

technically, you kind of treat the sixth and the third prince similarly

except your banters with the sixth prince aren’t exactly playful

on hindsight, it’ll be better to assume that you get along far better with the third prince

since, at least, you just tease each other to make your days more interesting

there’s only so much you can do for entertainment in this era yk

however, for the younger prince, there’s a feeling of . . . antagonism, almost

it’s definitely one-sided since you’re most likely the only one who feels that way

since prince wonwoo doesn’t seem to care

but wtv

you can’t just forget he dropped you off a horse

and then proceeded to drop you again that same day when you met for the second time

he hasn’t even apologized for either one, btw

when you tried to confront him about it one time and basically told him to tell you sorry

he just rose one of his eyebrows, scoffed, and then said: “you’re the one who told me to put you down. why should i apologize for doing what you told me to do?”

. . .

you hate how he had a valid point there

but you won’t admit that to his face

so you just hmph’ed away then and gave up on getting an apology from him from then on

in retaliation, though,

since you can’t have him feeling like he won wtv rivalry this is that you have going on

that he doesn’t seem to be aware of

you decided to never be nice to him

that seems like a reasonable course of action for you, esp given that the sixth prince doesn’t seem bothered by your attitude towards him

even if he’s the only one you don’t seem to like, out of his brothers

so yea

everything seems justified

funnily enough though, even with your personified source of high blood pressure,

you still won’t trade these days for others

esp when you know what the future holds for the royal clan and everyone close to them . . .

*plays ominous music*

#jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen x reader #jeon wonwoo imagines #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo oneshots #wonwoo oneshots #seventeen oneshots #time travel!au #royal!au #moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo!au #mlshr!au #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen

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to---the---ark · 1 month

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This is one of my latest fanfics about MarbleHornets.

The lack of uppercases, punctuation marks and the general "format" is wanted, and it's inspired by my dissociation issues, let's call them that since I'm not sure enough of myself to self diagnose. I hope it helped me portraying what I wanted to portray.

Hope you like it.

Regards,

[REDACTED]

Spoiler warning: mentions of the comic book "Marble Hornets Issue 3.5 - ToTheArk".

HEY, SUNNY BOY, SMILE AT ME

sometimes

i remember things

messages everywhere

secrets everywhere

sometimes

blond hair

bright smile

a little bit of a fessure between the front teeth

i look for it whenever i see someone smiling

how do you smile

i can't do that anymore

the plastic of my maskface is too hard and cold

sometimes

i remember

i was

warm

sometimes

thoughts get confusing

codes and riddles

numbers

glitching reality

the operator

faceless creature

it stole the faces from every memory i had

virus

it infected my whole being

i can no longer be myself

i can no longer remember who i loved

who i was loved by

what love is

i am always so cold

cold as a corpse

yellow hoodie stained with red

eyes no longer bright, one missing

blood seeping through that front teeth

the ark

awaits

i didn't die yet

didn't feed the ark

sometimes

i see

the sun

riddles and codes and warmth

his absent eye is pitch black

he no longer smiles

maybe a ghost

maybe an hallucination

he talks about tim

i do not know who he is

talks about me

can't remember

his voice stern and cold

answers my riddles resolves my codes

he's not really dead

he says

he will stop this

will fix me

but

i am broken, i can't be fixed

i am cold

the day the music died

was raining

old school

dusty floor

i'll kill you i screamed

he fell

down

down below

blood pooling under his head

a red halo

staining a yellow hoodie

my breath laboured

i don't know what i felt

anger

fear

nothing at all

never checked who he was

never dared to

and yet

alex showed me

now he briefly smiles at me

blood seeping through the little gap between his front teeth

is he

really dead

really here

really alive

really gone

is this reality

my head hurts

riddles eat my brain

codes stab it with painful thorns

sometimes

i see

the sun

«I've been looking for you.»

he's offering me his gloved hand

and his warmth tricks me into letting myself be boiled alive

am i really safe

am i me

who is

is tim still here

is tim still me

will i ever take my maskface off

i know no safety beside him

the one who stuck with me despite my impurity

or maybe because of it

maybe he just can't leave

maybe i ruined him once again

the sun is warm

usually

i feel a spark of warmth when i grab his hand

«You are broken, you can be fixed.»

his voice is as soothing as i think i remember it was

calm washes over me

hands stop trembling

i cough twice

i sob ugly crying

clawing his hoody trying to keep him close trying to never let go i don't want to be alone anymore please don't leave

«I'm not leaving, Tim.»

i'm tim

i'm me, he says so

a masked figure

behind him

don't know that facemask

don't know

is it gonna start all over again?

is this person here to torment me again- to take him away again?

i panic

«Listen to me» he says

i do

i think i'm dying

panic swirling in my chest

difficult to breath

«Everything is normal. Everything is fine.»

i don't really remember much

vague and blurry conceps most of the time

but

college, panic attacks before an exam

his smile reassuring me, his voice saying those exact words

«I worry about nothing.»

he calms me

again

soothing voice

warmth

the masked person doesn't seem so scary anymore

not beside him

«Because nothing's on my mind.»

the sun smiles at me

for the first time since i remained alone

a path of death and loss behind me

i am

warm

Little explanation time, with a lot of spoilers, lmao.

The masked guy is "Skully" and the whole fic happens after Issue 3.

I think that the order of the issues is 1, 2, 3.5, 3 and 4, and I think Issue 3.5 happens before Issue 3 becsuse in Issue 3.5, Skully "absorbs" Jay and Alex, and shows their faces to Jessica in Issue 3.

I also don't think Skully "absorbs" Brian. Brian says he had escaped the Ark multiple times, leaving behind pieces of himself, and Skully clearly asks him "help us". Skully doesn't show Jessica Brian's face, also.

With all the worry and concern Brian showed towards Tim, I wanted to write what I'd love to see: Brian looking for Tim with Skully's help, and finding him. I just did that from a dissociated, broken Tim's pov. Or at least I tried to.

#RedactedWrites #marble hornets #marblehornets #fanfiction #marble hornets fanfic #tim wright #brian thomas #skully #tim marble hornets #tim masky #brian marble hornets #brian hoodie #skully marble hornets #marble hornets comic #mh fanfics #brim ship #marble hornets brim #can be read as a shippy thing i guess

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 9 months

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”Captive heart”

Summery: You meet yeonjun when walking home one evening and a he’s “the perfect stranger” you’re instantly hooked and as it turns out, much to the both of your surprises so is he. After bonding over disappointments you decide to start a “friendship” that consists of more coupley things than the both of you can handle while still being able to call each other your friend. But A “wild passion that drives away the cold” is just what the two of you needed. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Correction: it wouldn’t be so bad if the both of you weren’t drooling over the other person whenever you were together.

A/N: this fic is based on the song captive heart by Selena because I didn’t have any other inspiration but then I listened to this song and it all suddenly came to me lol. This as stated before in the release date post, it’s for the lovely @itz-yerin but I really hope everyone else who reads enjoys it! This fix MIGHT have a “lost scenes and epilogue” as sorta a part two in the future. warnings and info: strangers to friends to lovers but they’ve had a thing for each other since day one, cursing, some very mild angst, making out? I guess idk but they kiss a bit, mentions of “sobering up” but no mentions of actually drinking they were just really tired of that makes sense. Bad spelling and all around shittyness lmao If I missed something please let me know!!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You’ve just fixed your shoe for what seemed like the thousandth time in the time you’ve walked from whatever place it was you had come from. At this point it didn’t matter when you saw him. The sun was setting so you didn’t want to take that long. But he made you brake your concentration on the walkway ahead in you. Eyes seemingly moving on their own as a man almost stomps lathargicly down the concrete steps of a small corner eatery. Head hung heavily and body swinging along with his steps like he was either half asleep or a piece of jello. He looked mildly disappointed as he raised his head. Running his fingers through his light hair, his hand stopping at the back of head as he turns his attention to you. A smirk appearing on his face, pulling his lips and eyebrows up like how you suddenly feel looking at him. Even for a second, you already felt like your feet were lifting off the pavement. Hovering over the reality of the situation that you would probably never see him again. You already felt like you were flying. It wouldn’t have been more tv worthy if there was a romantic song crescendoing in the background. He looks away from you, now seemingly searching for something across the street. But, here you are, having to walk past the man as he nods at you like he has a cowboy hat and is tipping it at you. God, he’s look handsome in a cowboy hat. Once you’re past him he takes another look both ways. They really weren’t showing up, huh? Probably his fault. He really was looking to apologize, seriously, but of course they didn’t believe him. Maybe he really wasn’t around enough. Though, judging from the exceeding the expectations of beautiful person he just saw walk past him, maybe this day wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

He shrugs, not as uninterested as it might seem. and with a shake of his head, he returns to his seat inside. He puts his head in his palms, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe it was his fault for picking such a run down place. But he isn't one to get oo caught up in maybes and what ifs. What's done is done. Just like how his ex has apparently shown their former relationship to be.

You stop at once your cross the street, turning your head back towards the guy who was no longer at the door of the eatery. Looking at the sky, you're trying to remind yourself how late it is. But it wasn't working. now all you're doing is trying to plan out how much time id take for you to grab a water or something and sit down because you really did need to rest your feet. and while you were in there itwouldnt hurt to stare at him a little longer, would it? You nod to yourself, you should have enough time. You take another longing look at the sky, remembering how you felt like you were dancing in it when you saw his face, and head back the way you came.

you spot him instantly, pretty hard to miss, even from the back. At least for you with his silk black hair tickling his neck, sleeves of his shirt hung across shoulders anyone would die for, and smith skin that somehow seemed to lift your hands towards him. In a sort of muscle memory you didn't know you even had. You smooth our your clothes and take a breath, not wanting to linger at the door too long. gladly nobodys at the counter as you make a b-line for the drink cooler on the back wall, your eye already on the drink you want and-- "shit" you mutter to yourself. The door was stuck. Of course the door just had to be stuck. Cause you couldn't just quickly take your drink and sit and the booth directly in his eye sight and have your fun like you had planned. Because just like your shoes, today you just weren't going to get your way.

you feel a tall pressance behind you. the smell of some faded cologne and something else you couldn’t quite place…. Was it fuity? Earthy floral? But that’s what we now. It didn’t really matter as you turned around just in time to catch his lips moving ti speak. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but, I think you have to pull it.” Your eyes go wide, you try to look away, but not before the knowing smirk on his face is replaced with a big smile. “No no! It’s ok. I’m kidding! I swear, that thing was glued shut as a joke or something.” He laughs, his hands shooting up to hover over your shoulders. You can feel the warmth of his hands, welcomed since, being so close to the fridge you were starting to get a little too cool for comfort. But you relax at his statement, eyes going back to their normal size. You chuckle, “god you had be worried there for a second that I’d just embarrassed myself.” He shakes his head like at a past memory. “Listen, if it was anyone who was embarrassed it was me earlier when there were people in here and I tried for a good minute prying it open and fell flat on my ass….” He suddenly gets grim, and you almost are worried before you realize hes winding up for another joke. “And, sad to say, there’s really not much cushion to break the fall.” You start to snigger as he cocks his head at you, faking shock. “Oh my god! How dare you!” He puts a dramatic hand over his chest. His heart secretly beating hard under his hand. You try to contain your laughter, wanting to play along but the hand over your mouth is only going so much. “Worse part is I didn’t even know what I slipped on!” God you were so early to laugh with. How was this happening to him? “Proves you can actually try too hard.” You shrug, already fully enamored. He was only a few feet away from you but you wanted him to be closer. Somehow he had made this whole embarrassing situation a great experience. He had turned you wanting to run out is there and never come back to you laughing with him at what he had done earlier. Maybe it was just knowing someone had done the same thing, maybe it was who exactly was explaining what happened to him was. Yeah that probably had something to do with it. But however he achieved it he achieved it well. And right now that stupid drink you’d probably never be able to taste now was a mile away in your mind. “I honestly wanted to curl up in the back and never leave.” You raised an eyebrow. Was he like an owner of this place? “Speaking of: I’ll go get you a drink!” He shoots you a quick smile and bolts off towards the back kitchen. A minute later coming back with the exact drink you wanted and a cup with ice. “How…” you wonder aloud. “Oh this? I’m friends the owner and his son. Used to come here almost every day after school to see my friend and get and a free ice pop from his dad.” Now that you're inknabout it, yeah, this place has been in business for as long as you’ve been there and from the looks of it it’s even older. You nod. “And this?” He holds up the drink you had your eye on from the cooler as he puts the cup down at the opposite bench from his at his table. “I saw you looking at it. Good choice. I’ve had to have tired every other flavor and drink here and that ones the best.” Your eyes fall to the two and a half empty bottles of it on his side of the table. God he’s really been sitting here for a while.

“I can see that.” You take a seat as he scoots the other bottles to the side. now you're suddenly wondering why he sat you by him. But you figure it's noting as you try to strike up a conversation. "You've been here for a while, I'm guessing." you gesture to the drink bottles piling up. and you hope he's not like that in his home life. he rubs the back of his head, acting like you've caught him red handed. But suddenly looking down, up, anywhere but your eyes that already seemed to drive him up a wall with how enchanting they were. "Yeah.... about that..." he laughs nervously, and you wonder if you've struck a sensitive spot. cause, with the way he's acting, seems like it. he shrugs nonsheluntly then raises his head. "Yeah, so my ex didn't show up when I asked them to meet me here. Not to tell you my entire life story or anything but… uh I was gonna stop waiting cause and hour with no call seems a little much to just be getting out your door late. You know I’ve never gotten stood up before. It’s kinda a weird feeling.” He tries to joke, and you can’t tall if he’s serious or not. But You nods, now understanding his situation. “Ans what made you…. Stay?” You ask. “I was disappointed at first, but now, I think it might’ve been the best. Cause hey, I got to see you.” He smiles, cheeks puffing and perfect lips curling until you start to smile too. “Yeah and meet me too.” You stand up a little and reach your hand over to him. “My names y/n”

after talking with him a little bit more, and him getting you another drink. In which you followed him with your eyes as he came and went. You feel comfortable enough to share more with him. “I sorta understand what you feel though.” You breathe, body feeling surprisingly relaxed when thought you just met the guy. But with the way he wrapped your attention to him and him only, you happily decided not to think of much else. “What? Your last relationship was a bust too?” “No, but, I understand how you feel with getting disappointed.” He looks you dead in the eyes, making heat creep up into your cheeks. “I hope you’re not disappointed now.” You smile, shaking your head with a firm no. “Far from it.” He muttered a “me too” under his breath, winded a little too much to get stronger words out. a bit later and you two are cleaning up the table from empty bottles. “…but yeah, kinda like what you said I keep wanting to do things. Experience things…. But random and very inconvenient road blocks keep popping up. Wrong place, wrong time. It’s starting to happen even with smaller things. It’s annoying honestly” you think back to not long ago today when your stupid shoes just had to have a problem when you were walking home. Yeonjun dusts off his hands and takes a deep breath. “Here’s my proposal: we both seem to have been at a standstill when it comes to these things. What if,… together, we seek out what happiness and all the things we’d both want in a relationship.” “What’s in it for me?” You ask. Thought barely even caring. You were already trying to make an excuse to spend more time with him. Seemed like an interesting guy who had some things to say you were actually interested in listening to.

he smiles again. Pulling up jazz hands next to his face. “Experience.” He jokes, beat later and he’s not serious “Also, we’d get to hang out.” You think for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. “So…. Like a date? Is that what you’re saying?” Getting to be close to someone like that, “it’s just…. a chance like his doesn’t happen all the time and I know this is a weird thing to ask but let’s get close, yeah?” you think for a moment. "get close" you've never heard it put like that. what the 'it' was you were even referring to you didn't know. but whatever he meant you didn't really care. cause here was something, right in front of your grasp, asking for you to come closer. no road blocks, noting keeping you further than you longed for. the both of you wanted someone to be close with. this was perfect, right?

that night you wonder what in the world you exactly meant by “experiences” or whatever else the fuck you told him. You knew what he was asking of you. You knew what you had agreed to barely any questions asked. And you don’t regret it, but a small part of you really wants to have talked about what exactly is on or off the table. But Yeonjune had just gotten out of a relationship. So did he really want to spend all his time with you doing vaguely couply or friendshipy things? Turns out he didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, the next day he calls you unexpectedly to go out to a cafe of your choosing. “We like the same drink. So I trust you with these things now.” You smile and though he can’t see you he hears it in your voice. “Wait why did you want us to go there?” “Well we’re going to because friends aren’t we? Both of us are seeking something without a road block and preferably a human companion and not an allergy. How else are we supposed to become close friends if we don’t spend any time together?” You say yes but, deep down you’re thinking about all the other terms for the two of you he could’ve used other than friends. Eh you figured this was where it was gonna go anyways. But it didn’t mean you didn’t want to spend time with him.

Yeonjun on the other hand was currently wallowing in self pity once you two got off the phone. He rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest. “Friends?” Really? Why did he have to be so blunt about it? People were starting to stare. God usually he wasn’t like this. Or… in a way maybe he kinda was. Beating and around the bush and shit.was that the right decision though? He’s just gotten out of a relationship and he aided in braking. Maybe being friends for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. The problem was, he didn’t know now if he could stay far enough away like friends do. Well and least the friends who actually are just that only.

You meet him at the place. Well, meet as in hes five minutes late. He stumbles in the place looking like he’s been awkward log enough to have hallucinations. But when he sees you the hardness on his face disappears. “I have something for you.” He says in a sing songy tone. Both his hands are in front of him. You look outside. “Where?” He looks genuinely offended as he pulls a small tube out his pocket. “A token of my appreciation for keeping me company.” Hopefully for a while longer, too. He thinks. You wait for him to open his palm to you.

“come and get it.”

you look around, thankfully he’s quiet enough so as to not draw all the attention towards the two of you. You grasp his tightly closed palm with two hands and start prying. Really? Did he really have to be so difficult? A moment later and you open the jaw like clamp that was his hands right before he could tease you about taking so long. “Glue?” “Yeah super glue” he puts infusus on the super part to make it seem better than it is. you made me do all of that? for glue? “Why are you—“ “it’s not even used! Still is the package!” “But it’s…. Glue.” He places it in your palm, closing your hand around it. “Glue that can be used to fix your shoe you wore yesterday.” He realized it was starting to need fixing? It was that obvious? He must see your wheels turning. “Get it now?” “Oh yeah, thanks.” Still surprised he even payed attention to that.

he walks you home that day and the both of you want to say more but you hold back, not wanting to go there just yet.

next time he calls you it isn’t just a five minute transaction of where the both of you wanted to go or if you were busy. He was originally just calling to see how you were doing but it turned into you saying you were hungry. Then him asking what you had in your fridge cause you needed to eat. Then you groaning “notiiiinnnnnggg” as your roles over onto your stomach on your bed. “Really?” He sounds worried through the other side of the phone. “Actually noting?” He was already grabbing his keys so he can run to the store to pick you up a basket full of whatever you wanted. “No, no. Not really. Just don’t have what I want.” Which then turned into an hour long debate of what brand and type of Raman was the best and lots of “how the fuck can you stand to eat that shit?” Laughing, and eventually the offer to go and get some right then and there. “It’s about dinner time anyways.” You reason, stepping over to where your clothes were.

"Itadakimasu!” He says as you take your first spoonful, not waiting to sit down.

and he's Looking way to cute for getting ramen. And later once you two sit down on a nearby park bench to enjoy the packaged goods, you tell him just that. “Aren’t you like, too cool for going to go get ramen from a convenience store?” “I like to dress well.” You stare blankly at him “my clothes or?” He asks. “Just you. Not just the nice clothes.” You’d be a hipacrate if you said it was weird to dress decently to be here. “I dunno, you just…. You have this- this was about you. How you conduct yourself, I mean, seems a little two high end for eating like this.” You didn’t know if you were on point or not, not knowing him for long would really do that to you. What he says next you’re not ready for, and really he doesn’t know if he is either. But he says it none the less. Wasting no time getting into his own head, a place he also wasn’t too ready to go into. “I’ll try to be more open with you, then.” He pulls at a stray string from his pants. Weirdly enough, he had accedentally matched you. And also weirdly enough you and all your “this is not a date” “this is not a date” jitters did not know what to do with that. You look up at him, body wanted to freeze but mind wanting noting more than to scoot closer to him in intrigue. “I know I’m—“ he started, placing the cardboard cup to his side and holding the ankle that was slung over his knee “I’m glad you think I’m cool and shit. But I need to understand that’s not everything to me. Sure,it’s a lot. Do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?” Yeonjun laughs. He looks at a loss for words.

“It’s not everything. Got it.” You nod, “and you’re not too cool for ramen.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I know we just met and what you said was probably a joke but, i never wanna come off as better than you. Or too good for something you’d like to do. Or anyone for that matter. Slap me if I do, please.” You realized something right then and there as each word came out of his mouth: he was telling th truth. And telling it to swine he hasn’t known for long. He wanted ti push himself out there. You realize that. But he also was careful not to only show one side. You felt honored.

you learn a lot of things about each other with your legs brushing against each there’s on wood bench that couldn’t be any less comfortable. But once you stoped focusing on it and starting on him. It was like you felt the clicks of mores code inside your head. Even though it was only you rocking back and forth in the squicky chair, it still felt like something bigger. You and him sitting here. Some sort of code telling you something. A subliminal message that bubbled under the surface. Words or a feeling cast into your mind without you realizing it. Something about all this telling you that his was right. He was right.

you learn that he likes fashion

That he’s the type to give his jacket to you when you’re cold. Cause he did. and no, you definitely didn't feel a jolt up your spine when he did that

you learned that oh yeah he’s definitely a fuckin flirt

that he doesn’t want to be viewed as some one dimension being. A robot, who only knows one thing and that’s how to save his face. He doesn’t want to be viewed as an airhead who should care about more things than he does. Cause it seems like he does care. Does think about a lot of things. And it sounds like he’s had the experiences to talk about it when he explains how He doesn’t wand people to look at him and only see him. Some guy and want to know all about him. He really wants people to try and get to know what makes up him on the inside too.

he learned a lot about you, too. listening intently whenever you spoke. like hat rain flavor you could eat until you died and what good smells and flavors you remember from childhood that whenever experienced again now, bring you back a hole flood of memories that feel like new

you learned, most importantly that you liked spending time with him a whole lot and he did too

“Ever feel like you want a moment to last forever?” He asks, looking deeper into your eyes than he has intended. Stupid back of his mind coming to the front. You look to both your sides as if there could be someone else he’s talking to. “Yeah that ramen in my mouth.” He scoots closer to you. Just want you wanted but couldn’t say. “Want me to take your picture?” You raise an eyebrow. "I mean, you do already have your camera out." he notes.

the next most memorable time you spend with him is at your place. you joke he looks like a wreck and he admits he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days. he takes a look at himself in his phones camera. and then tries to smooth down his hair. "I really do look like it. I might have to stay here forever, I can't go back outside looking like this." and he actually looks desperate. you ponder for a moment, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "are you thinking about a way to help or how expensive it would be to keep me here?" he laughs. an idea pops into your head and you jump up to the bathroom. it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, spending more time than he ever has with you. he's smiling jut thinking about it as you, unaware and running, come back to him with a razor and shaving cream. a blank look quickly shifts onto his face while you're sitting there across from him, most generic and lifeless smile on your face, blinking your eyes manically. he backs away like you're holding a weapon. (TECHNICALLY--)

"oh no, no no no no no-"

next thing he knows he's sitting on a chair with shaving cream on his face, trying not to shiver every time your hand comes closer. "Im telling you." you try to reason, "the only thing that's making you look like this is... this." you gesture to the lower part of his face. he humphs still. "as much as it'd be funny to see you in a handlebar mustache I think that's contributing to making you look like a zombie." "are you calling me pale?" he accuses, his neck shrinks back into him like a turtle. he doesn't know why he agreed to this. he does... though. he agreed cause you're you and he'd almost never say no. and as much as he'd like to lie to himself and cover it up, he wants you closer. physically, mentally, whatever you'd like. and maybe him saying he wants to do cute little friendshipy things together wasn't entirely true. he still wants to do these things, always has, but he wanted the both of you to view them as more than something small. he wanted them to go down in history in the both of your minds as the day you felt your hearts flutter and skip a beat and your mind spin in the best way possible.

"no, im calling you..." youre suddenly at a los for words on how to exactly describe him. "let me just do it." he grabs your arm to hold you back. and from then on the both of you are locked in the game he started. you try to force it out of his tight grasp but its no use. "let go!" you laugh, struggling, "you said youd let me do it!" you yell as he laughs. eventually he stops, letting go and letting you do your thing.

"does this even count as sorta friends seeking what we want from a relationship or friendship or whatever?" he turns around at your words, suddenly serious as you stop what you're doing to say that. "firstly, wow offended. sorta friends? I thought we were much more than that." you probably shouldn't hang on that sentence. but you do. more than sorta friends could just mean friends. all there could be to it. but since you have no idea, you choose to from now on think about it way too often and settle for the butterflies in your stomach. "also, were seeking happiness, right? we're smiling, aren't we?" he nods like: that sounds about right to me. you smile at him, his face going back to where you had him where you are facing his side.

"I think we make really good choices together." Yeonjun tells you, you’re heart nearly stomping at the sound of his voice, a smile creeping out your face as he nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk as his words slur together. this was his idea, you remind yourself. "um nope. I didn't make the choice." but you did, he suggested it and you went with him without thinking twice. you reach down to fix your god forsaken shoes again and look to the left to see the same eatery you'd met him at. "I thought it'd be cute." he sulks, not wanted to stop talking there. but I ended up letting us get like this cause I was scared. I wanted us to have fun, he thinks, walk down "memory lane." take you to where we first met and where I think I started believing in forever. and he fears he's messing things up, again.

"oh." you say under your breath. and he just smiles as if he didn't just tell you a whole lot more than what you were expecting. but you just act like you didn't hear it. "Why'd you want to do something cute?" you ask him, your arms around each other shoulders feeling heaver now. "because you deserve it." and he wanted you to see him in a different light, not just the freind he though you only saw him as. but hey, now with the both of you half asleep and stumbling, a fresh new light is deffintitly what you're seeing of each other. just, not the one he had wanted. "aw, you deserve it to."

you both had agreed to "sober up" at your place before he went home. somehow that had turned into you laying down, head on his stomach and him drawing random shapes onto your collar bone. "sober up", meaning drink some coffee or anything to get your energy back up and try not to go to sleep just yet. He'd gotten entirely too tired entirely too fast and here he was paying for it. Not being able to talk to you as much as he had wanted. He felt kinda stupid, letting himself get that way just because he had no idea what to say. Or even if this was a good time.

Somehow that had turned into you laying in between his legs on your tummy and him staring entirely too long at your lips. his eyes half shut, he looks at the clock on his phone and stretches. "leaving already?" you sensed just what he was thinking. "I don't know if I should stay." it comes out more of a question than he had originally intended. maybe you were too willing, looking for someone like him, even. but this was how you just were: falling quickly, hard, and frequently. but when he touched you, it felt so real and grounding that you knew you weren't going to go anywhere. its only fair for him to match and stay here too, right?

"well," you inched closer, higher up on him, tiredness taking over and clouding your mind, "you should. at least a little longer." "a little as in five minutes or...." he's asking to tease now, really. he knows you wouldn't mind however long he's planning on staying. you roll your eyes at him. "god, what am I gonna do with you?" you laugh. you're about to look away, shift away, when Yeonjuns eyes catch yours, making you linger on his face for another minute. "whatever you'd like." the words come out of his lips almost too perfectly for you to focus anymore. suddenly this was getting real and the shock of it made you want to say something about it. or at least do something-- agree somehow? you weren't sure. "I mean, Im so tired. what are we--" his hand is on top of yours now. and this time the only thing your mind can think of is to lace your fingers with his. the scene was kinda funny; him looking at his hand like he was in awe while you stared at his jawline and realized it really can't go on like this. with the both of you longingly staring at the other and barely controlling yourselves. heart fluttering a little too much for staying just friends. but really, you reason, were you ever?

your elbows are both propped up on your mattress. he looks back at you, eyes shining more than before and you chuckle. "bro, are you blushing?" he looks at your interlocked hands and then back at your smiling features. as much as he'd like to linger on it and memorize this new smile you have, one he's never quite seen before, he also wants to make it even bigger. "Dude," he nearly whines, long and drawn out, "did you call me bro while we're holding hands?" and it worked, you're smile is a 3x bigger now. but what he didn't expect was to get the sudden urge to kiss you. at least not right now.

as his brain was short circuiting just thinking abut it, you're sitting up, hands still wound tightly together like someone had taken ribbon and tied it to the both of you. he comes up with you, your head finding its perfect place in the crook of his neck. and a second later, with him right above you like this... you're thinking of kissing him too. you also feel like going to sleep right here right now. your face unwashed and pjs not on. "we just gonna stay like this?" "I wouldn't mind. you?" he cranes his neck towards you. "someones gonna have to--" he leads you by the hand closer to him. if that was even possible. now you're more face to face. and when he leans back a little you follow. half sitting he brings a pointer finger to hook gently under your chin, sighlently asking if he could bring you closer. you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant.

now his free hand is traveling up and down your torso as he deepens the kiss. his lips are soft, plush, and warm and way too fucking comforting. your other hand is fidiling with the hair at the nape of his neck, forearm on his shoulder and wrist crooked as his arm circles your waist, brining you impossibly closer to him. it felt like the hole world was right in front of you. and his hand held the keys to you feeling extrdenary, to your heart opening and letting him in. you finally pull away, but only because of the need for air. if it was up to you you'd be staying in his arms, lips pressed together his pure bliss for all eternity. "...Turn off the lights." you finish. he starts to move away from you and your eyes widen. "that wasn't an invitation to leave." you say. and his hand stays laced with yours the whole time he gets up to turn off the lights. he strains and the tips of your fingers were the only thing that could stay together but it was still sweet.

he climbs in bed next to you again, resuming his previous position. and pulls out his phone to switch on a dull flashlight, putting it in a space where you two aren't blinded but can still see. you look at him like: why? "wanted to see you." he says simply. you start to wonder why but he's a step ahead of you, leaning in to show you why. the hand that was on your waist before is grasping the side of your face gently as the two of you lay further down. his eyes are closed but fuck, all he sees is you. all he feels is you. and all he's thinking about is you. no worries about what he's gonna say or how it'll come out. somehow, you've opened the flood gates of his emotions in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt before. he starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, then eventually when he's had his fill he moves back to your lips. And now with your lips in sync and closeness heating the both of you up to where all you needed and wanted in that moment was each other, everything that you two could think about was how right this feels.

the next morning and he's you wake up with limbs tangled together and him behind you, breathing tickling your neck. But once he wakes up and the worries are back, he shoots up, no longer feeling dangerous and free. His head is started to pound from thinking about this. about you, about the both of you and what happened last night. what was he going to do? he collects his phone from your extra charger you plugged into the wall for him at what had to have been early morning. when all he could think about was how you felt next to him and how he never wanted to leave.

"Where you going?"

he doest even want to turn around. he barely even recognizes what he's doing. he doesn't even want to.

Now you're actually starting to get worried. had the both of you moved too fast too soon? was letting yourselves go the night before even a good idea? you were starting to dought the both of your decisions. god, you don't know what you'd do if this actually affected him as much as it seems like it did. maybe you should've thought through answering him with a yes when he asked if he could stay. or at least put some difference between he two of you! and besides, what did this even mean? were you two just going to go back toeing friends who look at each other for too long and replay that night over and over in your heads? or did this mean he just needed a moment to collect himself? cause you knew what you wanted, alway have. but for some reason he seemed always in the dark about ti. like he was caught between two different lives.

but you hated the way he was on the fence. you wanted to shout at him to hurry up and pick one. it'd been a while since you've started this bizzar relationship anyways. so why was he making eyes at you, being this close, and now kissing you apparently, and then not saying what that means to him or how he wanted to proceed?

you're following him through your place now. "I was just starting to like this." you liked how firm it felt. how definite it all was. and you thought he felt that too. but now he's finally turning around before your door. and backtracking towards you. he steals one last surprisingly sweet kiss before he leaves and mumbles angainst your lips, "me too. im sorry... just, give me a bit of time?" you still don't fully understand, and maybe thats ok. but you do understand that you need to give him a minute. leave him be for a little until he comes to you. and you can respect at least that.

a day of thinking later and he's reaching for his phone. sticker you'd picked out together from one of your little outings still holding onto his phone case. they looked so cheep you were sure it'd fall off in a day or two. hm, he should probably update you, right? but more than that, he misses talking to you. or, at least sending a good morning and good night text on the both of your ends. he wants to sulk. he really does. but he knows that won't be doing either of you or the current state of your relationship any good.

but...

he doesn't know how to put it to you so should he just not? but its... you. and suddenly, for what felt like the first time in ages, he didn't want to mess around with these things and drag his feet and whatever else he's done in the past that feels like a lifetime ago ever since seeing your face. he's falling. and falling hard. he actually admits how deeply he is into you this time. you've gotten each other into the palm of the others inviting hand. he doesn't feel-- no, he can't, mess around this time. you've made him realize that these types of things are way to important. you're way to important to take so long with. You've captivated him. as he has you. Took each other into your arms and held with such a force that didn't suffocate nor shatter but instead, made you both feel comforted and warm

he picks up his phone to call you, smiling. yeah, he knew exactly what he ws going to say.

after calling you to see if you’re home to talk, and knowing word for word what he wants to tell you about what he feels, sparkling eyes show up at your door in record time and this time the exact shoes you were wearing the day you two had met behind his back to replace the broken pair.

~End~

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I have trouble writing for people im not attracted to

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[SVT Imprinted] Wonwoo: Perfect (Part 2)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, college au, angst, some fluff here and there and toward the end (but then more angst at the end oof), uhhh would this count as like hurt/comfort stuff??? idk!!!!, pregnancy stuff but reader is very much not into it lmao, mentions of unprotected sex and not pulling out (stay safe friends!!), reader has a panic attack, if i missed anything pls let me know

Word count: 5,621

Summary: The pack senses something off, but nobody’s really sure what. Wonwoo knows it’s you, but he doesn’t know what exactly it is that’s strange, so he doesn’t mention it. Little do you know that that thing is something that’ll change your life forever – but you’re not sure you want that.

Tags: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti @killcomet

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

a/n: this was never requested but back in the day i did a poll bc people were wanting someone to finally get knocked up lmao. also things in bold are in english!!

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Both you and Wonwoo knew you’d spend the rest of your lives together, so you often talked about marriage, kids, and the like. You agreed everything would wait until you both had graduated college, and maybe after you’d found a place to live away from the million and one other people – not that you didn’t love your pack brothers and sisters, but you couldn’t live with them forever.

That being said, the two of you were always careful. Wonwoo always used condoms – save for that one mating season where he was too needy and just went for it, and then never pulled out, causing the biggest scare of your life – and then you even recently started using birth control when Wonwoo realized that he really liked that ‘thing’ he did that one mating season. You didn’t know what the big deal was – he said it was probably just some werewolf mating instinct thing – but hey, you had your things too, so who were you to judge?

So the possibility of starting a family already wasn’t in your mind. It was never a worry. Besides, if you ever wanted to take care of a child, you could offer to babysit Kaito.

But Wonwoo noticed something…off about you. It wasn’t anything physical, it was something internal. Something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t quite place what it was. It was something his senses picked up on, and it wasn’t like anything he’d ever picked up on before. Whatever it was, was completely new to him.

“_____,” he spoke up one morning after the two of you had lied in bed for the last fifteen minutes, debating whether you should even bother getting up on your free day, “have you been feeling okay these last couple weeks?”

You nodded, your head resting on the pillow beside him. “Yeah, why?”

“Something doesn’t seem right…” he mused, rolling over to face you completely. His golden eyes stared at your face as the sun streamed in through the windows. “I don’t know what it is, and I didn’t want to tell you and worry you, but it’s making me worried.”

“I promise, Wonwoo, I feel fine,” you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. When you pulled back, he was smiling softly, his nose scrunched up in the cutest way. “Come on, let’s go make some breakfast to prove I’m 100% okay.”

“Alright,” he sighed, rolling back over to get out of bed with a soft grunt.

Once the two of you managed to finally get out of bed and go downstairs, you went straight for the kitchen, trying to decide on what exactly you were craving. Wonwoo mentioned something about omelets, so you went to the fridge to grab the eggs. Meanwhile, your mate sat himself down at the kitchen table, humming softly as he watched you.

He was trying to act casual, but truthfully, he knew something was up with you. Maybe you didn’t realize it, but it was there. He wondered if maybe it was his instincts trying to tell him that you were about to get the flu or a cold or something, but it didn’t seem like it was that. It seemed…different.

As Wonwoo studied you, Seungkwan wandered into the kitchen at the sound and smell of someone making food. He smiled brightly when he saw you with your back turned to him, standing at the stove. He kind of hoped he could use his charms to get you to make food for him, but then he picked up on that strange...thing that Wonwoo had picked up on.

None of the wolves had really been around each other much since everyone was pretty busy. You were always at school or in your room to study, and the wolves had sort of sensed something odd in the house, but nobody was really sure where it was coming from. Wonwoo had never bothered to mention anything because he wasn’t even sure what was going on. But now Seungkwan had found the source of the thing giving everyone strange vibes: you; and he was concerned.

“Good morning, _____.” he spoke up, approaching the room slowly.

You turned at the voice, giving Seungkwan a warm smile, “Morning, Kwannie. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept well,” he nodded, trying not to act weird, but it was clear to at least Wonwoo that he was not being himself. “How did…you sleep?”

“Fine,” you shrugged. “Um…are you feeling okay?”

“Are you?” he wondered, walking over to you with concern written all over his face

Wonwoo watched as Seungkwan reached a hand out to you, and it was like time slowed down as his eyes followed Seungkwan’s hand. Everything inside him was screaming to not let anybody touch you, even if that somebody was his own brother. He didn’t know what it was, but he just felt the strongest urge to protect you, like you were in danger.

The tall wolf shot up from his seat, and was standing in front of you faster than you’d ever seen. His back was to you, but you could hear the warning growl coming from his chest as he stared down the younger wolf. It even frightened you, and you weren’t the target.

Seungkwan stumbled back, staring wide-eyed up at Wonwoo, “What the hell, dude!”

“Wonwoo, what’s your problem?!” you shouted, unsure as to why your boyfriend was suddenly being so hostile toward Seungkwan.

Hearing he commotion and the shouting, Seungcheol – and a crowd, as always – rushed into the kitchen to see Wonwoo standing protectively in front of you, Seungkwan looking at him in horror, and you looking confused and annoyed, “What the hell is going on?!”

“I don’t know!” you huffed, gesturing to the two wolves in front of you.

Seungcheol suddenly stopped, staring at you instead of the wolves that were probably on the brink of fighting, due to the amount Wonwoo was shaking, “Wait…you’re the one giving us that weird feeling.”

That was the third time this morning that someone had implied you were feeling off, and you groaned. Why did everyone think you weren’t doing well? “For the last time, I feel fine!”

Seungcheol shook his head, “No, it’s…ah… Hey, Wonwoo, back off!”

Finally taking notice that Wonwoo was close to shifting, Seungcheol’s glare darted back to your mate, stomping over to him and pulling on his arm. Wonwoo snapped at the alpha, his fangs elongated – probably why Seungkwan was so terrified, Wonwoo was really livid over something – and his eyes bright red. Seungcheol froze in shock for only a second, before his eyes turned a blood red, and he stared down the taller wolf.

“Relax,” he growled lowly.

Feeling the weight of the alpha’s words, Wonwoo stood down, backing up until he was behind you, and wrapping his arms protectively around your waist, “Sorry…”

“Say sorry to Seungkwan,” you told him.

Wonwoo looked over at the still-scared wolf, mumbling, “Sorry, Seungkwan.”

“What’s going on with you?” Soonyoung wondered, one arm behind him to keep Kaito and Rini safe in case your mate suddenly lost his cool. “Wonwoo’s usually the calm one. Plus…it’s just Seungkwan. Jihoon, yeah, I’d be concerned about, but--”

“I really suggest you stop talking,” Jeonghan advised, seeing the way Jihoon was glaring at Soonyoung.

Seungcheol turned, scanning the crowd that formed to see what the fuss was about, “Where’s Josh and Aya?”

You suddenly saw a hand shoot up, but you couldn’t even see the small female wolf behind all the taller men. She made her way through, walking to stand beside the alpha. Joshua was following behind her, his eyes already scrutinizing you.

“You two can sense it too, right?” Seungcheol asked.

“You need the med students just to confirm _____ has weird vibes?” Seungkwan asked quietly, still afraid of setting off your mate.

“I knew it wasn’t just me…” Wonwoo muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder.

Joshua nodded slowly, “I just don’t know…what it is…”

“Wait, none of you know?” Aya chuckled, looking between the two older boys, and then at you and Wonwoo. “Wait…do neither of you know?”

“No,” Wonwoo admitted.

“Know what?!” you burst, tossing your hands in the air. “Why does everyone think something’s wrong with me?!”

Aya opened her mouth, but nothing came out for a few seconds, “I thought you just were waiting to tell us…”

You gave her an incredulous look, “How can I tell you something when I don’t even know what that something is?!”

“Well, Josh can correct me if I’m wrong, but,” she paused, looking between you and Wonwoo with a growing smile that made you nervous, “_____, I’m pretty sure you’re pregnant.”

As gasps of surprise filled the room, you felt your heart stop, and your stomach drop. Being pregnant wasn’t something you ever considered because of what you and Wonwoo agreed on. The two of you were so careful, you didn’t understand how it could’ve happened. The last time you had unprotected sex was months ago, and it was just one time! How could this happen? You couldn’t have a kid, you still were one!

Most of the pack were smiling at you, starting to say their congratulations, but you cut them off with just one word: “No.”

“No?” Aya repeated, cocking her head to the side. “_____, you--”

“No,” you repeated more firmly. “That’s impossible; we-- We always use protection, a-and we never planned to have kids until after we graduated and settled down. There’s no way.”

As you began to ramble with panic, your language switched back to your native one, that most of the pack could only understand bits and pieces of, “I can’t be pregnant; I have school and a job and…and I’m still just a kid! Right? Josh, tell her she’s wrong!”

Those who understood you – Joshua, Hansol, Kira, Aya, and Wonwoo who you’d taught English to – quickly realized that this wasn’t something you wanted. They thought you’d be happy, but you were panicking, and nobody knew what to say to make you feel better. All they could do was be honest with you.

Joshua’s smile had fallen with your words, and he sadly shook his head, “I’m sorry, _____… None of us thought it could be that, either, but as soon as Aya said it--”

“No!” you shouted, which everybody understood. You hadn’t even noticed tears were sliding down your cheeks until you subconsciously wiped them away with the back of your hand. You felt angry, and you didn’t know why. You also felt scared, but you knew exactly why. You weren’t ready for this at all. “No, tell her she’s wrong!”

“_____--” Wonwoo tried to comfort you, but you pushed away from him.

“No!” you cried, shoving through the crowd of wolves and going to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

The pack watched you leave before they turned back to Wonwoo, who just stared in the direction you left. He looked like his heart had been shattered, but he couldn’t even find it in himself to be upset with you for not wanting this. He knew that you were afraid – you’d told him so many times you weren’t ready, and you both agreed it was best to wait – and he hated himself for this. He felt like it was his fault you were pregnant, even though you both were careful.

Truthfully, Wonwoo was elated when he heard those words pass Aya’s lips. Once she said it, everything suddenly clicked. That’s why he felt protective over you, it was why all the wolves could sense something off about you, and he was over the moon to be having his child growing inside you, even if it was still early. He knew he told you before that he didn’t want kids now, but it was his child with you; how could he not be happy?

But you didn’t want it, at least not now. He felt bad for being happy, because you were the complete opposite. It was all his fault that you were upset, and he couldn’t do anything to fix it. This was something he couldn’t make better, and it crushed him.

“Wonwoo, I--”

“It’s okay, Aya,” he told her quietly, letting his head drop as he went to go sit outside the bathroom door to wait.

You cried for hours, and he heard the whole thing. You just sat in the bathtub, crying and trying not to panic, but all the wolves could hear your erratic heartbeat, and the way your breathing was shallow and uneven. But they all knew there was nothing they could do, even Wonwoo. You needed time alone to think, but all you could think about was how unprepared you were.

You wanted to wrap your arms around yourself as a form of comfort, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to touch your stomach. There was a literal human growing inside of you – possibly even a werewolf – and that thought was terrifying. Even in the small bathroom, you weren’t alone.

But when one hour finally turned to two and a half, and Wonwoo’s butt was asleep as he sat up against the wall beside the bathroom door, he heard your breathing become slow and even, and the hiccupped sobs stopped. He waited a few more minutes before realizing you had fallen asleep, tired out from crying. So he stood up and found the key to the bathroom door above the doorframe -- Kaito had locked himself in the bathroom on accident once so the key was necessary -- before he opened the door.

There you were in the bathtub, your face red and puffy from crying, and your lips parted. He carefully picked you up from the tub and cradled you in his arms, carrying you upstairs to your bedroom to tuck you in. He made sure to lay you down without moving you around too much before he covered you with blankets and held you close.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support it. I just want you to be happy; that’s more important than anything else.”

It was around afternoon when you woke up again, your head throbbing from crying. Immediately, you remembered what had happened before, and your heartbeat picked up – Wonwoo could tell. He pulled you closer, realizing you were awake.

“I’m so scared,” you whimpered, your arms wound tightly around him like he would disappear at any moment, and you’d be left alone with a baby growing inside of you.

“I know, but it’ll be okay,” he promised, “because I’ll be with you the whole time, no matter what you decide. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to have it.”

You just knew that Wonwoo wanted this baby from how he was acting, and you didn’t want to hurt him, either. Even if Wonwoo hadn’t wanted one just yet, he was happy to just be having one with you at all. He knew it wasn’t the intention or the plan, but the idea of having children with you just made him so happy.

So now you had to decide if you upset Wonwoo who you knew would still put on a brave face anyway, or go through with having this baby. You knew you still had a little bit of time to think about it, but you really didn’t know what to do. Wonwoo was giving you the decision because in the end, it was your body this was happening to. If you didn’t want a fetus in it, then he’d respect that. But not only that, your happiness was more important to him, and if you weren’t happy, he wanted to do everything he could to make you happy. You just knew it would upset him, though.

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to realize that Wonwoo was rubbing the crease that had formed between your brows as you considered your options, “You don’t have to think about it right now, love. Rest a little longer, okay?”

“But Wonwoo–”

“Close your eyes, _____,” he told you softly, “we can talk about it later.”

“No, I need to ask you now,” you insisted hoarsely, sitting up in bed.

He let out a soft sigh, but sat up as well to give you his full attention, “You can ask me anything.”

You had to be sure, even if his answer would upset you. You had to know if any decisions you made would hurt him, because even if it was your body, you still saw it as Wonwoo’s child, too. Yes, you could do what you wanted with your own body, but what if he really did want it like you inferred? How would you be able to go through with anything knowing Wonwoo would be upset?

“Wonwoo, do you want the baby?” you wondered quietly, your fearful, sad eyes searching his.

Despite the question, his liquid gold eyes stayed warm and comforting, “I want whatever makes you happier, _____.”

“No, that’s not what I asked,” you stated. “I want to know how you feel, too.”

He stared at you silently for a while before he dropped the strong, comforting façade. His eyes turned sad as he offered a lopsided smile that didn’t look genuine or happy, “Truthfully…I do want it. I know what we planned, but it’s something that we both made. I didn’t think I’d want kids so soon, either, but as soon as Aya said it, I just… I’d never felt so happy – not since finding you. I thought you’d be ecstatic, but you weren’t, and that broke me more than anything – not because you didn’t want it, but because you were so upset that you actually ran away from me.”

“But hearing about us having a baby…”

“I’d never felt that happy since you accepted me,” he admitted with a soft chuckle, the genuine smile coming back to his face as he thought back to the memory. His face fell suddenly. “But when you ran off like that… I’d never felt that kind of pain, knowing you were in pain while I was happy. I know I’ll feel that kind of happiness again, but I never want to feel that kind of hurt ever again. Lovebug, I don’t want you to do this just because of me.”

“Wonwoo, don’t you get that you mean as much to me as I do to you?” you laughed dryly. “I can’t just make decisions like this without thinking of you, too.”

“_____, it’s your body.”

“And it’s partly your baby.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence, waiting to see if the other would back down and agree. When neither of you did, and you just continued to feel more and more conflicted, you could feel the tears filling your eyes again. Wonwoo’s demeanor shifted, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“Fuck, _____, I’m sorry.” he told you, rubbing your back soothingly. “I didn’t mean to make it worse for you. I know you’re already confused and scared.”

When you had first met Wonwoo, both of you were shy and quiet. He thought you were the most innocent thing he’d ever met, and all he wanted to do was protect you from the world. You looked at everything with wide eyes, said few words, and hid from everyone in the pack when he first introduced you. Now, he was seeing that girl again; the one that looked so nervous all the time, and needed to be protected from everything. It was something odd after seeing you come out of your shell, becoming the loud, goofy girl he still loved just as much as the quieter one. However, this kind of quiet frightened him. You’d never been this quiet or serious for this long.

Wonwoo could read you like an open book, and he knew your silence wasn’t good, “Would you like some time alone to think?”

Both of you understood this wasn’t you being mad at him, it was just you needing time to sort through your own thoughts that Wonwoo couldn’t seem to help with as much as he wanted to.

Your voice was muffled against his chest, but you managed to get out a quiet, “Yes please.”

Wonwoo pressed a final lingering kiss to the top of your head before he got up, leaving you alone – well, not completely alone – with your thoughts.

Wonwoo hated being apart from you, especially when you were pregnant, but he knew it was what was best for you. If he didn’t give you space, it would only stress you out and upset you more, so he just settled for at least being in the same house as you. Though, he would admit he hated when any of the males went upstairs. He knew they were just his brothers, but he still didn’t like anyone being near you when he wasn’t. Especially when Joshua went up to your room to give you pregnancy tests to take.

You didn’t know that Wonwoo was scared for you to take those tests, but he was just as scared as you were. He didn’t know why – maybe because if they were negative, he would be upset – but he couldn’t stop pacing when Joshua had returned downstairs after giving you the tests.

You were scared because if they both came out positive, that was just more confirmation for you. The wolves could already sense it, but this would just really solidify everything, and that made you nervous. It had been three days of you just laying in bed and thinking, so you weren’t really emotionally stable enough to handle this, but you knew you had to do this and get it over with.

You sat on the edge of the tub in the upstairs bathroom while the two tests sat on the sink. You stared at the tiled floor, waiting for Joshua to come back in five minutes to check the tests. You couldn’t stop bouncing your leg and fidgeting with your hands as you waited, trying to keep your eyes averted from the counter.

The soft knock on the door made you jump as you lifted your head, staring at the two shadowed spots under the door. It definitely hadn’t been five minutes yet, so why was Josh–

“_____?” Wonwoo’s voice was soft from the other side of the door. “It’s me… Josh thought it was better for me to wait with you, but I’ll understand if–”

Wonwoo stopped talking when he heard the bathroom door unlock. You slowly opened it, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. He just stared back at you, not wanting to do anything to make things worse for you, even though all he wanted was to engulf you in his arms.

Luckily for him, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly. Wonwoo let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, letting his arms settle around you as his cheek rested on the top of your head. You could feel the content grumble vibrating in his chest.

As much as Wonwoo didn’t like being away from you, you also didn’t like being away from him. You just wanted to think, but your thoughts were just so confusing. You felt like you weren’t feeling any better than you were before. Things were still just as scary and confusing, and you weren’t sure what to do.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, unsure of what else to say.

You didn’t say anything. You just pulled Wonwoo into the bathroom, and he closed the door behind him. The two of you sat together on the edge of the tub, Wonwoo’s hand resting on your knee as his thumb rubbed over your skin. Like you, his golden eyes looked anywhere but at the sink.

“I wish I wasn’t so scared,” you admitted quietly, your voice just barely a whisper.

Wonwoo’s gaze went to your face as you frowned at the floor, “Why do you say that?”

“Anybody else in this house would be excited to start a family with their mate, but I’m…” you paused, unable to figure out how to continue. You just let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know.”

“You know you won’t deal with this alone, right?” Wonwoo asked, genuinely wondering if you realized this. “I won’t leave you.”

“I know,” you nodded, “but…I’ll be a mom. Wonwoo, I’m the biggest kid in this house. Literally.”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, moving his hand from your knee to put his arm around you, “just breathe. You won’t be taking care of this baby alone, love. Nobody expects you to just know how to handle this. Neither of us have been parents before, you’ve never been pregnant before; it’s a lot of new stuff and that’s scary. But I’m always here for you for scary stuff, aren’t I? And you get through it, right?”

Wonwoo definitely had a point. He was everything to you, and he was always there for you. He was your best friend, partner in crime, and your entire world. You already knew he’d always be there for you, and nothing bad ever happened to you when you were with Wonwoo, so why were you so afraid to start a life with him now? You’d do it eventually, you just weren’t as prepared. But hey, when were you ever prepared for anything?

When you had nightmares, Wonwoo was there to hold you and lull you back to sleep. When you had to put up with the pack’s scary movie marathons, Wonwoo would be the one to crack jokes and make you find the movie not scary at all. Hell, he was the first friend you made when you moved to this foreign country alone. Every single time you had ever felt unsure or afraid, Wonwoo was always there to make you feel okay again.

So why were you so scared? Wonwoo was smart, responsible, and sure of himself. It was okay if you had to lean on him for help and support because that’s what he was there for. He was your mate, he was supposed to help you when you didn’t know what to do. You always got through things together, and this was no different.

Besides, you always loved talking about your future kids you’d have with him. Talking about your future always made you feel happiest. You wanted little yous and Wonwoos running around the house and giggling and making messes. You were just getting those things a little sooner than planned. But you never even planned to be a mate of a werewolf, so you weren’t really familiar with things being planned anyway.

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asked when you didn’t say anything.

“Just thinking,” you mumbled, leaning into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

“About…?” he prompted, letting his head rest against yours.

“You,” you shrugged. You inhaled slowly before letting the breath out in a quiet huff. “We’ll…be okay, right?”

“We always are, lovebug,” he said before kissing the top of your head. “This time will be no different. We just have to trust each other.”

Slowly, you nodded, “Okay, I can do that.”

“Remember how we talked about babies the other night?” Wonwoo asked, gently rubbing your back. “The little baby we’d have that run around the house in little baby Vans and baby button-ups?”

“And we’d teach it to terrorize Jeonghan,” you smiled softly, remembering that detail from when you were half asleep and grumpy at Jeonghan for eating the last piece of cheesecake.

“Exactly!” Wonwoo chuckled. “We’ll get to actually do all that: buy the little baby clothes, raise it ourselves, give it all the love in the world – it’ll be something we made together.”

You tilted your head to look up at Wonwoo, “You don’t think I’ll be a bad mom?”

“Even if I hadn’t seen how you play with Kaito, I wouldn’t think that,” he reassured you, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “But, as I said before, I want you to do whatever it is you want to do.”

You fell into a silence that wasn’t really awkward or tense. It was actually almost…comforting; maybe almost happy. You felt a lot better than you had before.

“Has it been five minutes?” you asked softly.

Wonwoo hummed, “More than five, I think. Do you want to wait a little longer?”

“No,” you decided, lifting your head from his shoulder. “I’d rather know now.”

As Wonwoo went to grab the tests, you grabbed his arm. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” he wondered.

“Can we…do this with the pack?” you wondered slowly. “I mean, this is the first pregnancy – well, maybe pregnancy – and I know they’re all probably listening anyway, so–”

“We’re way ahead of you!” you heard Seungkwan’s voice call from what sounded like down the hallway.

Wonwoo opened the door, and lo and behold, was the pack gathering outside the door. Even Yerin was leaning into Seokmin as she watched expectantly for the results. Joshua made his way through the crowd, reaching for the tests.

“You two should find out together,” he smirked before looking down at the tests.

Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, inhaling a nervous breath before slowly letting it out. You let your hands rest on his arms, watching Joshua’s every move.

Joshua wore a poker face before he looked back at you, his eyes flickering up to Wonwoo’s for a second before back to you. The pack tried to look over his shoulders, but he kept the tests close so nobody could see and give it away with facial expressions.

In a plain voice, Joshua seemed to tell you more so than Wonwoo. “…They’re negative; we were wrong.”

The pack fell into a heavy silence, looking at you and Wonwoo, and at each other.

Something in you felt…sad. More than sad, actually. You felt tears welling in your eyes, and you covered your mouth with one hand, your gaze falling to the floor.

“What?!” Aya’s voice cut through the silence. “How were all of us wrong?!”

You shrugged, your voice breaking when you spoke, “It happens, I guess...”

Wonwoo didn’t realize you were crying until you spoke. He moved his head to look down at you, frowning as he wiped away tears that started to escape your eyes, “_____, why are you crying?”

“Well,” you shrugged again, laughing sadly at yourself, “I guess I started to want it more than I thought. After you talked to me, things didn’t seem so bad. But…I got what I wanted, I guess, so…”

“_____,” Joshua spoke up. When you looked at him, a smile was growing on his face, “I lied. They’re positive.”

Your heart stopped, and both you and Wonwoo were hyper focused on the older werewolf.

“What?” you whispered.

“Joshua, please don’t fuck with us.” Wonwoo begged before reaching out and grabbing one of the tests.

The two of you looked at it, and sure enough, it was positive. You looked up at Wonwoo as he looked at you, wide smiles breaking out on your faces. You turned, throwing your arms around his shoulders as he picked you up from the floor and spun you around, both of you giggling with joy. The pack started yelling at Joshua, but were also celebrating the fact there would be a new addition to the pack.

“I love you,” Wonwoo mumbled into your neck.

“I love you,” you replied through laughs and tears.

As always, though, the pack had to ruin the moment. They filed into the bathroom in a big group hug.

“I love both of you,” Seungcheol grinned.

“But we hate Joshua!” Soonyoung added.

Chan laughed above the crowd, “Yeah, fuck Shua!”

You were in the kitchen making a snack after the rest of the pack had gone to bed. Wonwoo was in the shower, which was the only reason you were alone. But you weren’t alone for long, as you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“_____?”

You turned to see a scared-looking Yoona behind you, slowly walking into the kitchen as she played with her hands.

“Hey,” you smiled, though your eyebrows knitted together in concern, “what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you,” she said, looking more and more nervous.

Your smile started to fade as you walked over to the table, pulling out a chair, “Okay, what’s wrong?”

Yoona took a seat beside you, exhaling deeply, “I don’t really know how to say this, so… I guess I’ll just say it.”

“Yoona, you’re kind of scaring me…” you admitted.

Yoona reached into the pocket of her sweatshirt, pulling out a pregnancy test that said it was positive. However, this one didn’t look like either of the ones you took. This one was definitely a different brand, so it didn’t belong to you. Which meant…

“Nobody could tell because I guess it happened to us at the same time,” she laughed nervously as you just stared at the test in her hand, your mouth agape. “Everyone thinks it’s just one of us, but I guess that’s good for me.”

“It is?” you asked, not getting why that would be good.

But then it hit you: Yoona has two mates, and if she’s pregnant, it can only be with one of them.

Yoona’s sad smile fell as her bottom lip quivered, “I… I don’t know if it’s Jun’s or Minghao’s.”

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Hi…! First of all I really like your writing and I couldn’t help but request ✨

Could you maybe do an angsty one with Bo when the reader (it can be female or g/n as you wish) has been feeling like he isn’t paying attention to them and starts to be needy but bo is like “uh get off’me” and one day he explodes and screams that reader is to clingy and some other harsh words but when the reader stops being needy bo realizes what he’s done wrong and finds a way to get them back? Like super angsty but with a fluff ending?

Sorry if it’s super specific 🥺 I really want something like this and I’ve never find anything like this.

Thank you in advance and if your not okay writing I understand. ❤️❤️

Oohhh such a sad but cute idea 🥺 Also, thank you so much! :) sorry this took me like a year to write I was struggling man LMAO, I was struck with inspiration so here you are finally. Also sorry it isn’t as fluffy as it could be. Unedited btw!

Soft raining nights were your favorite at Ambrose. Bo seemed to not just tolerate your clinginess, but enjoy it. Something about the sound of rain and your warm body next to his seemed to mellow him out.

It was summer now, the sun was constantly out the heat was unbearable. What made it all worse was that no matter how you tried you couldn’t sleep anymore, not without him.

“Would ya just leave me the fuck alone?!” Bo turned and shouted at you. Your eyes widened and met his.

You had just tried to give him a hug while he work on his engine, why was he so angry? “I’m sorry...”

“You ain’t fuckin’ sorry, ya always do this shit, it’s the middle of the fuckin’ summer and I can’t fuckin’ focus with ya always tryna hang off me. Just go the fuck away.”

Your eyes burned but you refused to let it show, you couldn’t. “Fine.” You said, voice wavering.

Bo said nothing as you walked away, once out of sight you just ran to the house and began piling up all your clothes.

You knew he wouldn’t be home till late so you sued that time to move all your belongings into one of the random Ambrose houses.

When he came home and found out you were missing his heart had dropped, had he been that bad?

He ran all over Ambrose trying to find you, eventually he saw you through a window, crying into a pillow. He didn’t know what to do, you’d never gone so far as to leave the house. He was angry, sad, and felt guilty all at the same time. He had done good with not losing his temper on you, he had done really good. The heat, the sweat, the frustration of his damn truck not working, it all got to him.

Neither of you slept that night.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you jumped. Another nightmare. They’d been plaguing you ever since you left. Sometimes you questioned whether it was your fault or not. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so clingy? So annoying?

No, you couldn’t think like that. He needed to talk to you like an adult and tell you when he needed space. It had been a week though, was he ever going to? Would you ever him again? You hadn’t left the house you overtook Lester stopped by once to ask what was going on, but he hasn’t been by since.

The house felt so cold, and the bed so big. As much as he’d deny it Bo loved to cuddle, whenever he was sleeping he would be right beside, almost pushing you off the bed. Why wasn’t he here to do it now?

You shivered and pulled the blankets closer, maybe you should just apologize to get him back? He never was one to say sorry.

You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. Stop thinking like that. He isn’t worth you if he can’t even swallow his pride enough to say sorry for once.

Thump, thump, thump, rang through the house radiating from the door. You whipped your head that direction, as of you could see through the walls.

Your heart fluttered, what if it was Bo? Was here to say sorry? Or was he going to yell? Did it matter?

You jumped up from the mattress and hurried to the door, staying careful to not make a sound. Looking through the peephole you saw a black figure turned away from the door, heads on their head. Tense, they looked tense. It had to be Bo.

You stopped and took a slow breathe. You slowly unlocked the door, mentally preparing yourself for the shit show you believed was about to go down.

His figure had whipped around when they heard the door lock, he stood there his mind running with the hundreds of things he wanted to say, needed to say. But when you opened that door, when you met his gaze, his mind went blank. He stood their his mouth open trying to say something as he took you in. He though he missed you when he couldn’t see you, but fuck. His heart felt like it fell into millions of shattered pieces. Your eyes were red and puffy with dark circles. Your hair was knotted and messy.

You both stood there saying nothing. Just staring at the other. You could feel the tears beginning to make their way to your eyes. You wanted so badly to just fall into him and hold onto him. For him to rub your head and back as you sobbed. Yet, you couldn’t. You knew you had to stay strong.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” it was just barley audible, hardly even a whisper. But that was all it took.

Tears broke through your makeshift dam and your knees gave out. You collapsed to the floor sobbing. You thought he would’ve kept standing, maybe tried to pull you back to standing, but didn’t.

Bo fell down to the floor too and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “I’m so sorry.” His voice broke as he whispered.

He had never openly cried in front of you before. Here he was though, both trembling and tear drops falling onto your shoulder and back. The two of you say there for what must’ve been hours before you both finally calmed down.

“I love you, babygirl, an-and I’m so sorry I lost it. I promise you, I promise I’m gonna be better for you.” Oh great, here come your tears again. You trembled and pulled away from his hug.

Bo’s mouth opened to say something else but you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his lips into your’s.

“I forgive you.” You whispered as you pulled away. “I forgive you.”

Your lips met again, both of you clinging to the other as tight as you could.

Eventually, the two of you made your way into your bed and spent the night holding onto each other for dear life. It was first time in a week since either of you slept soundly.

The next morning you both brought your stuff back to your home. Bo ditched his brother with all the work and spent the entire day with you. He was sweet and gentle, helped you with cooking everything. It was strange, it was almost like your roles were suddenly reversed.

He talked to you as much as he could and would hug you whenever given the chance. It was a calm day for you both. A day to recuperate and just be with each other. All was well now. You both stuck to your promises to be better and more understanding with each other. It was worth it for him. It was worth it for you.

#horror #horror x you #house of wax x you #house of wax #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #sinclair brothers #house of wax 2005 #Sinclair brothers x reader #slashers x you #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Affection | Dewey Riley x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: OHOHO IS THAT DEWEY RILEY I SEE???? MY BOY!!!

can i req dewey circa scream 1 x m!reader with like, a super cute first kiss that has reader reeling dewey in by sticking his hands in dewey's back pockets?ive always found that like super cute LMAO

summary: you and Dewey have been through a Hell of a lot together, but one night might just change the nature of your relationship.

tws: alcohol mention

Dewey spent a lot of time at your place, especially when you were home alone as neither of you had the luxury of moving out of your childhood homes yet, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing as you had both grown up together, even if you were a year younger; he went through everything with you, from school through to college and university, all the way through getting your first jobs together. He worked with the local police, while you took a job at the local hospice. You were proud of him, though, you had to admit; he had worked so hard on everything and even though people didn't always take him seriously, you always did; you always supported Dewey and made sure that he knew that you would never leave his side. It wasn't just that, though, there was so much more to it.

The long nights Dewey spent in your bed with you, comforting you after bad episodes, ones that made you shake and cry and beg for it to all stop; the nights when he would just lay there beside you while you talked for what seemed like years, only to be violently reminded of the quickness of hours when the sun came up and the birds started to sing. The nights when he would creep over just to cuddle you simply because he had missed your presence; phsyical affection almost constant. Hand holding and he would swing his hand a little when he walked beside you. Resting his head on your shoulder in the back of the car when on road trips with friends. Singing and dancing together in the kitchen. Little pats on the shoulder or the back when he walked past you. Small reminders that he did, in fact, love you.

His sister, Tatum, was out at a party with her boyfriend Stu and his best friend Billy and his girlfriend Sidney, when you went over to see Dewey; the door was unlocked, so you let yourself in, only to find him yawning and stretching, seemingly aching as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and leaned against the nearest counter. Music played faintly from the living room speaker, and when you looked at him, you frowned a little.

"Bad shift?"

"Nah," he shook his head. "Just tiring."

"You wanna talk about it?" You leaned against the counter opposite so effortlessly and so casually that Dewey almost wondered if he was just fooling himself.

But he shook his head, and dared to smile a little, sheepish. "I'm good... thanks."

In truth, some of the banter that the lads at work had poured upon him was weighing heavily on his shoulders; the way they teased him about not admitting his feelings for you, the way that they suggested that there was more going on between you just because he kept that photo on his desk. The one a member of your family had taken when he had come over for a family party, and you were hanging off of him, grinning as you wore his cap, his arm around you to keep you both steady and close. That was the night he had realised. The night he had realised that his feelings for you ran much different than just friends; the night he had realised that he wanted you to be his boyfriend but wasn't quite sure how to say it.

"Y'know," you hummed. "Maybe we ought to do what we used to do... chuck on a really bad film, get in bed and snuggle up, do the cold bed dance."

Dewey couldn't stop the grin that came to his features. The cold bed dance, of all things. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I mean, why not? Your sister's not here, your parents are out... we've got the house to ourselves."

He drew a little closer, standing within arm's reach but not quite close enough that he could feel your breath on his skin, the tips of his ears and nose turning a light pink as he looked down at your lips for a moment. "I... maybe I should... maybe I should just go to bed."

"Before you do, there's, uh, there's something I should say," you started, "but I'm not really sure how to phrase it... so, would it be alright if I showed you?"

Dewey nodded, and when you put your hands in his back pockets, he froze, only to relax a little when you pulled him in real close and planted your lips on his, smiling when he kissed back so softly; his hands gripped the counter either side of you, doing his best to keep himself steady, but when you pulled away, he couldn't help but to giggle. Blushing furiously as he cleared his throat.

He couldn't even bring himself to speak, staring at you with that lovestruck puppy dog gaze, his brown eyes so full of it that it made you feel almost sick from the sweetness as you grinned and awkwardly looked away for a second.

"So, uh-"

"Ice cream?" He asked. "I, I mean, tomorrow - ice cream? For a date?"

You looked at him, smiling as you nodded. "Sure... if I can stay the night."

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jshookthighs · 1 year

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thank you so much for your services <3 you are feeding us out here

I have recently fallen in love with the idea of Corey coming to visit you at work when it's a slow day . Maybe a little because he misses you and he's protective of you, but really he knows you're protecting him--especially (pre-Michael Corey) . He can just linger and talk to you and nobody really notices him because they're busy doing their own thing. And what? What are they gonna say? It's a public space and you're in charge. It's freeing, and you like to see him out.

Lmao i'm such a sap for this man (obviously) but I know you get it at least ;D

Ahhh, sweet, sweet domestic bliss - I am a sucker for that stuff, honestly it just makes me melt. Then you add Corey to that??? Bruh that's it, I'm done for.

For the easier reading experience (and honestly writing experience) I'm making us work at a gas station. I'm sorry if that sounds weird, it's just the first thought I had // also this is like a weird mix of headcanons and a fic

ANYWAYS

Corey Visiting You at Work:

Just imagine Corey just sitting quietly beside you at the register, perched on a stool you had stolen from the back room that he has now claimed his own. No one but him was allowed in his seat. Corey always visited you when you were scheduled for the night shift, claiming that he wanted to keep you safe from the creeps that roamed Haddonfield once the sun went down - but you knew he got lonely, missing coming home from a long day at the junkyard and slipping into bed with you, ending the night in your arms. Lying in your cold bed, surrounded by your scent, he physically can't relax and makes his way to the door, puts on his shoes, and slips into the inky black of the night with his heart leading his feet in your direction.

You don't complain though, you can't. You enjoy his company and he makes the unbearable shift like heaven on earth. There are large time differences between when customers come in and when it's dead quiet. In that space, you two spend the time talking and goofing off. Hell, Corey even helps clean so you won't have to worry about it - of course, he mostly does it to pay off his chocolate milk debt. Whenever he gets thirsty, he just grabs another bottle from the fridge lining the back wall. Even though each drink comes out of your paycheck, you couldn't handle telling him he couldn't have that delicious treat he loves so much. It's a small price to pay to keep him happy.

While the music that drifts through the building is early 2000's hits a playlist your boss insists plays all day, every day sometimes, a slow song comes on. It's times like these when Corey will stand up from his spot, grab your hand and lead you to the center of the store. His arms around your middle and yours around his neck, you both sway back in forth laughing at the romantic gesture in the most unromantic of places. He always knows how to make you feel loved. Of course once that song is over and the next one rolls around, you're both jumping around and dancing like idiots to NSYNC.

As much as you love having Corey at work with you, the customers really don't. Sometimes you both get so caught up in your conversations about what horror movies are the best or whether a hotdog is considered a sandwich or not that you ignore the line that waits for you to ring up their items. It's three in the morning, so you don't really care about the man drumming his fingers on the counter, Corey's enthusiastically talking about his passions, and like hell are you gonna rip your attention away from him. When you finally decide to do your job, you quickly finish up the transaction and went straight back to giggling and gossiping with the curly-headed man.

As the night goes on, the chatter tends to dwindle into a comforting silence, just the two of you just enjoying the other's company underneath the harsh fluorescent lights. While his stature is hard to ignore, sometimes, his presence isn't very obvious. He's quiet and he's learned to make himself invisible to a crowd, it's quite the talent he's acquired. While you fiddle with the register and check on the slushie machine, he likes to roam the aisles, just memorizing the items on the shelves. The night is calm and still, that is until the jingle of the bells hanging off the door rings out, announcing the entrance of a customer. You turn away from the wall of cigarettes you were restocking to greet whoever came in, instead of the typical image of some drunk kids or a shaggy-looking truck driver, you're looking directly down the barrel of a gun. This idiot had the audacity to try and rob the store. Of course, you're terrified as the masked assailant starts making demands of opening the register and not trying anything stupid. Unknown to this thief, he has royally fucked up. Out of all the gas stations at this specific time, he had to choose this one now. Luckily for you, he didn't notice the figure standing in the back corner, perusing the fridge for another drink. Taking slow, methodical steps, Corey makes his way behind the assailant. Your eyes, flash to behind the man, making him turn to look at where your eyes are pointed. As his guard goes down, Corey attacks. The men wrestle till Corey is able to knock the gun to the ground. They rip through the store - snacks and products tumbling from their shelves till they both fall to the linoleum floor between aisles and out of sight. You can hear the men struggling, fighting for power. Then there's a crash, the sound of broken glass then drowned out by a wet *squish* followed by gargling. Your heart is beating out of your chest - the silence suffocating you as you hold your breath. Then, you see a mop of curly brown hair peek over the shelf, a disheveled Corey shuffling back up to the front desk. He's shaking as he holds you close "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" it's almost amusing to you how even in moments like these, he's more concerned about you than himself. You reassure him and check him for injuries as well. He's bruised and cut but overall not too bad. As for the other guy, that's a different story. He lays flat on his back, a piece of glass bottle sticking grotesquely out the side of his neck. It looks like Corey had smashed a milk bottle and used it as a makeshift weapon during the struggle. You can't help but sigh, placing your hand on your hips and surveying the damages. You walk over to the front door and lock it while telling Corey, "Well, if you get the body, I'll get the mop." Thank God your boss was too cheap to install security cameras, cause you had a lot of cleanup to do before your shift ends. As you pass him to head into the back room, you pull Corey down to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you for protecting me, honey. I love you." you smile at the blush that dusts the tops of his cheeks. With that, you both get to work.

Ever since then, Corey has made it a point to come to every single one of your night shifts, even some of your day ones! You may have been unharmed this time, but he refuses to even let the chance of this happening again exist. He becomes your own personal work bodyguard, keeping you company and safe. Don't worry, darling, nothing's gonna hurt you, not while he's there <3

Note: Heyyyyyy so I definitely just rambled like a crazy person so sorry for subjecting ya'll to this. Don't be afraid to send me whatever - I love teeth-rotting fluff and down-bad smut. The only thing is that I'm a little slow when it comes to posting // I don't post very regularly

#corey cunningham headcanons #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends #halloween movies #gender netural

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chiffiorra · 2 years

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Kinktober Day #16

Name: Monsterfucking

Character: Merman!Illuso

WC: 1,329

Synopsis: A curious encounter with a mysterious creature leaves you feeling many things you've never felt before.

This fic contains: AFAB!reader, size difference, woman on top, author's simping for Illuso is probably obvious, unprotected sex, Illuso is a little soft here, breeding, MDNI

Note: i swear, ever since i missed a day, i've been trying to pump these prompts out quickly as possible lmao

Living near the ocean had its benefits: you could relax there whenever you wanted, you had a spectacular view from your house, and clean salty air that smelled amazing when you breathed it in.

Every summer since you were a child, you always stayed at the beach house that was passed down from generation to generation until it was finally your chance to inherit it, and you couldn't be happier as it meant doing whatever you want to your heart's content.

But there was something that you didn't know about that lurked from afar.

Ever since you were a kid, there was always something watching you from deep within the ocean. Something, or rather someone, that man thought actually existed but later shrugged it off as a myth. But little did man know, it was all too real after all; just hidden very well.

While you sat down on the rocky outcrop, dipping your feet into the seawater, you started to get a feeling. That feeling of someone watching you from somewhere. You started feeling a little paranoid, looking around to see who or what is making you feel that way. But there was no one to be found, maybe you were imagining things?

The only problem was… you didn't look down until it made itself known. As you finally looked down, you saw a large shadow by your feet. You swore that you saw red eyes gleaming at you.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, jumping back in surprise. You also picked your feet up in the case that the figure chose to bite at them.

As you scooted away from it, the figure decided to reveal itself. It was revealed to be a man, lifting his head and upper body out of the water. He did indeed have red eyes along with long brunette hair in six ponytails. The most outstanding feature about him was his ears, or rather what was in place of his ears. He had long gray finned ears, which seemed strange.

Despite the crashing waves, the man stood perfectly still in the water whereas anyone else would've been jostled a little bit.

"Are you a-" you stopped yourself, shaking your head. There was no way that merfolk actually existed.

The man smirked in response as he lifted himself onto the outcrop, revealing a gray and black tail. Yes, he was a merman. The surprise on your face must've been obvious because the man chuckled.

"I am real, bet they told you that we were a myth right?" He asked, sitting comfortably on the outcrop. You nodded in response.

"Y'know, ever since I was a kid, I've watched you for years, it's nice to see you've inherited the house now," he added.

"I guess so. What is your name?" You asked, sitting back down nearby him. It didn't seem like he was going to hurt you, but you were still wary of his claws on his webbed hands.

"Illuso, and don't ask me your name. I already knew," he answered. You wanted to ask why but then remembered that he said that he watched you for years.

"I see," you added. However, you didn't expect him to suddenly pull you on his lap. You immediately felt the different body temperature from him, he felt so cold from the water while you were so warm from your natural body heat and the sun. It made you shiver at the thought besides from his touch.

"You'd be a perfect mate, I just know it. Even when we were small, I always wanted you as my wife," he whispered.

Everything was happening so fast that you almost couldn't think, but yet you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck. It sounded silly, but maybe it was fate in a way.

"I could take you away from here for a bit, would you like that? I wanna hear it from you if you're okay with it," he asked, looking into your eyes to show you the truth in them.

It hasn't been eventful around here besides him showing up, so you agreed. With that, he dived back into the water, much to your surprise with how sudden it was, and swam away with you. He kept your head above sea level as he swam away to a sea cave that you always wanted to go to but it was too far away for you to consider swimming over there. Thank goodness for having a merman with you.

As you reached the cave and he laid you down on top of him, you felt cold immediately. You didn't exactly dress to go swimming but it wouldn't matter anyway as Illuso began to help strip you of your underwear and shorts. You felt yourself tingle in excitement despite feeling a little cold and that was okay. He was going to warm you up eventually.

That was when you noticed something: he was so much larger than you. Was this how all merfolk looked compared to humans? You didn't have to think much of this any further as his hands moved up from your sides to your stomach as he began to remove your shirt and then your bra. Now completely in the nude, he guided one of your hands to his slit. It was a shock to see it there but what you didn't expect was to see his pink tip slowly peek out as he guided your hand to rub around the area to coax it out. You began to feel even more excited and Illuso chuckled again, as if he could sense it.

As his cock finally revealed itself, you couldn't help but touch and stroke it, catching him off guard. He hissed a bit but later groaned when he got used to your touch quickly as one of his hands reached up to your clit and began rubbing it as one of his fingers began to ease itself in. As you two kept going, those fingers later turned to two while precum leaked onto your fingers.

After he managed to ease a third finger into you, he removed his fingers away from your pussy, earning him a whine. But he reassured you with a smile.

"Don't worry, you'll feel even better soon," he reassured.

And with that, he gently lifted you over his cock, easing you down slowly but surely. The stretch burned a bit and it made you grit your teeth as you tried your best to relax as Illuso cooed reassuring words along with his thumb rubbing your clit in order to relieve you.

As he finally reached the hilt, your legs shook. You never felt so full before and it seemed like he was already hitting your spots without even trying. And as he was slowly thrusting into you, all you could was rest your arms onto his chest as you did your best to rock against him.

"That's it, beautiful. That's it," he cooed, running his hands all over your body. He looked at you with such a loving gaze. You only moaned out as you tried to rock faster against him, but he caught on already. He held you down by your hips as he began gradually moving faster. His thumb returned to touching your clit to ease your orgasm out.

"I'm close, I'm so close," you whimpered out as he gently pushed you down onto him. He held you close as he pumped himself into you, also close to his orgasm.

"Go on… cum for me," he whispered, holding you down.

And so you did. As he helped you ride it out, he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim. You felt sleepy soon after, being fucked so full. As he pulled out of you, you slowly began to drift off but asked him one more thing.

"Will you stay with me?" You mumbled, close to sleeping in his arms.

"I'll be here when you wake up," he answered.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo x reader #illuso #illuso x reader

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eyndr-stories · 2 years

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Chester and the Jesters (FNAF SB fanfic) C1 - Transgressor

In Summary:

The new tech sure does seem a little strange. Chester (at least, that's what their name tag says) doesn't seem as concerned as they should be about the high turnover rate here at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizza-Plex, or the numerous rumors about what happens to people who take the night shift. And to make matters worse, there seems to be some kind of criminal on the loose! The cops say they think the criminal is hiding out in the woods somewhere near the pizza-plex. Stress is high at the plex these days, but Chester is stoic as ever. Say, come to think of it, no one can seem to remember where Chester's application went or who they interviewed with. Their employee file is misplaced or missing just like everything else in this place. But the new tech does a good job completing their tasks, and has their own badge and everything, so of course they must belong here. It's not like someone would sneak into the plex and go this far out of their way to impersonate a low level technician. Right??

Things To Know (always read responsibly!):

Biggest warnings are for blood, death, knives, murder, the police, violence, also the OC is at one point hit by lightning. All fun stuff

About 70,000 words in total, 9 chapters, so roughly like. 7,500 words per chapter

This is an OC story, not a reader insert or a self insert! But if you want to imagine otherwise be my guest lol

Angst, fluff

OC x Sun & Moon, there's romance but zero spice

Occasional swearing

Heavy focus on Sun and Moon but most of the rest of the gang is there too :)

Afton doesn't exist, sorry peepaw, Vanessa is here but she's very chill. She's a kickass gamer girl lmao

Moon does an attempted murder but its fine. He's just a lil guy ok

OC uses they/them and also sign language most of the time

Impersonation, lying. There's also manipulation. Yall I wasn't kidding about the angst

There's also a lot of focus on how they're all robots, very cool robots with feelings lol

That's all I can think of, as always please lmk if I should add anything!

Ao3 Link: Right here!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

C1 - Transgressor

Desperation can, at times, lead you to do some funny things. Just some real silly little choices. Some 'oopsies', if you will.

Sirens wailed in the distance, audible despite the roar of wind and rain, despite the pounding of footfalls through the mud, despite the heavy crash of thunder, not a moment's hesitation before the lightning followed. There was a light ahead, piercing through sheets of rain, through tree branches and leaves.

Bursting through the trees, the transgressor breathlessly considered their options. There weren't many to consider. They braced their hands on their knees, taking in greedy gulps of air, wincing as cold air stung their lungs and sent harsh shivers down their spine.

The sirens were getting louder.

Having crossed through the woods, the transgressor was back out on the other side of town. That light they'd blindly followed through the trees was coming from the neon sign of some kind of mall, just down the hill ahead of them. The transgressor was close to the side of the building here, close enough that they could see onto the roof. Around the building's edge was a wide parking lot, and the street beyond. Pine and spruce trees bent and swayed behind them, leering, gibing, judging.

They're just trees. Get a hold of yourself.

They had to focus. They couldn't keep running forever. The transgressor scanned the parking lot of this mall. They'd stolen a car once, they could do it again.

The lot was empty, naturally. The sirens were maybe a few streets away at best now, getting closer by the second. The goosebumps on the transgressor's arms were raising so violently that their skin was tingling. There was a metallic sort of taste in their mouth, like bad pennies. The transgressor stared at their hands, still braced on their knees. There was still blood caked beneath their fingernails, staining their skin despite the rain. The transgressor turned their face instead to the sky, their glasses not doing much to shield them against the torrential downpour. What they really needed now was some kind of miracle.

As if it had only been waiting for the audacity of the thought, a deafening crack of lightning decided right then that it would be best to smite the transgressor where they stood.

The world shook violently. For a long moment, the transgressor saw nothing at all. They couldn't hear anything, could barely even feel the chill. Then, all at once, everything slammed back into place around them.

The transgressor was on the ground, now covered in mud. There was a deafening ringing in their ears, the rain now a distant hush. With shaking arms, the transgressor pushed themself up into a sitting position, despite the numbness in their arms. Their head was throbbing.

…This fallen tree was not here before.

The transgressor stared at the tree not three feet to their left. The base of it was jagged and splintered, and there were chunks of wood scattered around. The tree had fallen towards the building, crashing onto the roof of the mall.

Three things became apparent. One, the transgressor had just been indirectly struck by lightning. However, they were still alive, and the tree had graciously missed crushing them in its fall by a narrow margin. Two, it appeared that the transgressor now had a working bridge onto the roof of this mall. Three, they could see the light of the sirens glowing at the end of the street.

The transgressor didn't think twice. They pushed themself to their feet and climbed across the fallen tree and onto the mall's rooftop. The tree groaned and creaked beneath them, threatening to collapse under their weight.

Their legs were shaking so badly they could hardly walk. They pushed on, heading for the access door. After the trials of the night, picking the lock was almost comically easy.

The transgressor collapsed at the top of the stairwell, back against the door, shut tight against the storm. Without the noise of the wind and the rain, that ringing seemed even louder. The transgressor squeezed their eyes shut and tried to breathe.

By the time they'd caught their breath, the ringing in the transgressor's ears had gone down a little. They knew they couldn't stay here, though they desperately wanted nothing more than to curl up right here on the ground and sleep this horrible night off.

With a groan, the transgressor pulled themself up onto their feet. The stairwell was dark, nearly pitch black if not for the light coming from below, seeping through mesh metal platforms and around uncomfortably thin metal stairs. They gripped the railing tightly and made their way down the steps, trying not to mind how they creaked and groaned as if about to buckle beneath the transgressor's weight.

Bright blue light came through a cracked open doorway. The transgressor pulled the door open just wide enough to stick their head through.

The light came from a vending machine, the side of it painted with an assortment of colorful animalistic characters. Beyond the machine, the transgressor could see a wide hallway, lined with benches and potted plants. The pattern on the tile floor reminded the transgressor briefly of the carpet in the roller skating rink they used to go to as a kid, all colorful shapes and silly lines and bright colors.

Other than that damn persistent ringing, everything was quiet. The colors were loud enough, between the posters and glowing neon signs covering the walls, The transgressor's head was swimming. Still, it wasn't like they could afford to be picky. A building as big as this meant options. Places to hide, if the cops decided to search the building.

The transgressor stepped out into the hall, leaving the door cracked just as they'd found it. They started down the hall, following a sign promising a food court was somewhere ahead.

They'd just passed an abandoned red stroller when the transgressor heard a noise behind them. Their heart jumped and they whirled around, lifting their fists.

The transgressor stared down some sort of robot. The robot had rolled itself up out of nowhere on a set of wheels, carrying a mop with it. It had simple white casing and a head shaped like an egg, featureless save for two perfectly circular black disks, clearly meant to be eyes. The robot wore a faded blue cap atop its head. It stared at the transgressor for an uncomfortably long moment.

The robot turned its egg head towards the ground and began to mop up the mud that the transgressor had trailed in.

The transgressor breathed, setting a hand over their heart. This was just some kind of cleaning bot, doing its job. The transgressor cursed their jumpy nerves and relaxed. They turned and carried on, feeling ridiculous enough to ignore the feeling of the robot staring after them.

It quickly became clear as the transgressor explored the building that this place was enormous. It hadn't seemed this expansive from the outside. There were several floors, each one a winding maze of attractions and shops and hallways. There were lots of 'STAFF ONLY' doors, likely leading to areas that would be ideal for stowing away for the night, but every one of these doors was locked via higher tech security panel. These were no good, the transgressor couldn't pick a lock that wasn't there, and they didn't know the first thing about hacking.

Occasionally, the transgressor would come across more robots rolling around the halls. There were more cleaning robots, though none of them wore hats like the first one. There were little wet floor sign robots, their rectangular heads topped with big round ears. Those were actually pretty cute looking. The only robots the transgressor had to worry about were the security bots, who wielded flashlights and rolled around in clearly pre-defined paths, occasionally stopping to turn a full circle before resuming their routes. These bots had 'SECURITY' printed clearly across their fronts and backs. They looked to be the same sort of model as the cleaning robots, egg heads and all. So long as the transgressor was careful, they could avoid these bots easily enough.

The transgressor kept seeing those animal characters depicted everywhere, on posters and cutouts and signs, decorating the merchandise in gift shops, there were even statues of them. They didn't care much about these smiling mascots, though. The transgressor folded their arms tight over their chest in an effort to stave off the shivers racking their body. They were soaked to the bone and their clothes were torn and dirty and, in places, stained with blood.

Their luck finally seemed to be turning, at least. A lost and found, the simple door lock just as easy to pick as the one on the roof had been. There, the transgressor found a lazy pile of clothes by a shelf full of odds and ends. A watch, a child's left shoe, a couple of plastic cards. One card appeared to be for storing points at the arcade. The other was some kind of VIP backstage pass. The transgressor took the backstage pass and picked through the pile of clothes, scrounging up a pair of black pants and a button up Hawaiian shirt, the only things in the pile anywhere close to their size. The transgressor wasn't feeling particularly picky. They quickly got changed, using another shirt to dry off and wipe their glasses clean of rain spots and dirt.

The transgressor tossed their old torn and stained clothes in the garbage on their way back to the food court. The only stage they could remember seeing was at the back end of the food court. They eyed their backstage pass under the sharp neon lighting. A smiling depiction of a bear character wearing a top hat and a bowtie gave the transgressor a thumbs up behind the emboldened 'VIP' letters. On the backside of the pass was a barcode and some kind of legal disclaimer, the print far too fine for the transgressor to make out.

When the transgressor looked up, they didn't pay much mind to the bear character in front of them, its shape silhouetted in neon lighting. After all, this guy's likeliness was plastered everywhere, it wasn't uncommon to see statues of the different characters. But then the bear moved.

The transgressor was rooted to the spot for just a moment. The bear was turning around to face them, neon shining off of metal plating as the bear moved. In a moment of panic, the transgressor leapt to the side, diving behind one of those massive ceramic pots full of plants.

"Hello?"

The transgressor sat as still as they could and held their breath, mind racing. They glanced down at the card still gripped in their hand. There was no doubt, that same bear character depicted on the card was standing in the hall. Not only that, but the character had definitely just spoken. This was it, then. The transgressor had finally lost their marbles.

"Montgomery, are you attempting to pull a fast one on me again??"

There were heavy footfalls, moving past the transgressor's pot. The transgressor risked a peek.

The bear was standing a few paces away, back to the transgressor once more. From here the transgressor could see metal plating, and the outlines of panels. A robot.

Things clicked into place for the transgressor. This bear character was some kind of robot mascot, an animatronic. The transgressor recalled seeing several other characters depicted in posters and such, which meant there were probably more of them.

"Hmm." The bear looked around for a moment, then seemed to decide the coast was clear and moved on, heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

The transgressor breathed a sigh of relief. They'd have to be more careful, if there were mascots roaming around as well. They seemed a little more perceptive than the security bots.

The extra caution paid off. The transgressor encountered another mascot before making it to the stage in the food court.

This one looked like the bird character. She was painted a bright pink, so she wasn't difficult to spot as the transgressor peered around the corner. They waited patiently for her to amble off down a side hall before hurrying on their way.

Finally, the transgressor made it to the stage. They found the door they were looking for without issue, 'BACKSTAGE' printed clearly on its front and a card reader panel set into the wall right beside it. The panel's screen flashed green when the transgressor tapped their card to it, and the door popped open. They slipped inside and pulled the door shut behind them.

There wasn't much of interest backstage, just a lot of set props, flood lights, sound equipment, and rolling platforms. There was, however, a door labeled 'STAFF ONLY' that did not have a security panel set beside it.

The staff only door let out onto the top of a stairwell, metal stairs transitioning to cement halfway down. The chill coming up from the stairwell was biting, and the transgressor was grateful they'd gotten out of their wet clothes. They made their way down the steps.

These halls were clearly not open to the public, which is exactly what the transgressor wanted. The halls were musty and dim, lit only by narrow little strips of harsh florescent light along the bottoms of the walls. The posters here were meant for workers, detailing safety hazards and posting warnings.

The transgressor passed an open door labeled 'SECURITY ROOM'. Peeking inside, they could see a long desk with several monitors, all turned off. The room was empty save for a rolling chair and some cardboard boxes in the corner. It seemed that if there was a security guard, they weren't on duty. A stroke of good luck for the transgressor.

The door to parts and service wasn't locked. This room was massive, and better lit than the halls. Pale service lights cast a clinical glow over rows of shelves and lockers, lines of computer servers, and at the center of the room, some sort of crazy glass chamber housing what the transgressor guessed was a torture machine inside. They got a closer look at the thing, eventually puzzling out that it was some sort of advanced repair machine. The table bolted to the floor inside the chamber was outfitted with massive metal bands. Too big to strap a person down, but… that robot mascot had been pretty big.

This place must be where the robots got serviced when they broke down. The transgressor checked through some of the shelves, finding them to be poorly organized. There were open bins full of parts that didn’t seem to go together, bundles of wires jammed in with stacks of metal rods, smaller computer chips scattered on the same shelf as a collection of curved metal panels.

The transgressor checked the lockers next. Most of the ones that popped open freely were empty, except for two. The first just held a hat and a sweater. The second appeared empty at first, but something shiny caught the transgressor's eye. Stuck between the back of the locker and the loose metal shelf was a name badge. Across the top of the badge was the word 'TECHNICIAN' and inside the name box was the name 'Chester'. On the back of the badge, below the safety pin, was a barcode not unlike the one on the back of the backstage pass.

The transgressor pocketed the badge, hoping to try it on the staff doors to see if the barcode would work on the panels. They cast one more look around the room before carrying on.

They found a bathroom, sensor lights clicking on as they stepped inside. The transgressor went immediately to the sink and started washing their hands. They scrubbed and scrubbed until the water was no longer tinged with red and ran clear. The transgressor's hands shook as they grabbed a paper towel. They risked a glance in the mirror.

The transgressor was not surprised to see how haggard they looked. Between the mud on their face and in their short black hair, the heavy bags under their eyes, and all the cuts and nicks they'd acquired charging through bushes and branches, the transgressor was looking a little worse for wear, to put it kindly. They turned the water back on and did their best to clean themself up.

Eventually, after a few more minutes of exploring, the transgressor found exactly what they were looking for. A small closet with a doorknob dusty enough to promise infrequent visits. Inside, there were shelves of what looked like simple uniforms, shirts and aprons and hats. The transgressor stepped in and shut the door behind them. They sat down, fitting neatly between the shelves and the door, their back to the wall. Here they could safely recuperate and wait for the storm to pass without (too much) fear of being found. Just for a few hours, just until they could be sure the cops would have moved on, either looking for them elsewhere or, with any luck, given up on looking for them at all.

They did try to think of a plan. They'd gotten themself into a real pickle, and they were out of ideas, out of options, out of luck. The transgressor leaned their heavy head back against the wall and breathed a long sigh. They closed their eyes and tried to think. There had to be some way out of this, if they could just think…

The transgressor jolted awake, startled from a dream by the sound of laughter. There was a moment of bleary eyed confusion before the transgressor's brain caught up with them, and they realized they'd passed out.

Idiot!

Judging by the bright light coming from the crack along the bottom of the door, the lights were on in the hall outside. And judging by that laugh, and what they could now make out as muffled distant voices, there were people out there in the halls.

The transgressor had slept through the night. They got to their feet, gripping the shelf beside them as they did, stiff muscles protesting. The mall was open, which meant getting back out of here was going to be a huge pain in the ass. Unless…

The transgressor's gaze fell on the shelf they were gripping. They reached into their pocket, feeling the name badge was still there. These shelves were full of employee uniforms…

Well, they certainly couldn't hide in this closet all day. So, disguise it was. The transgressor pulled on a uniform and clipped their stolen name badge to it. They hid their hair in a hat and pulled the brim down low. Then they listened at the door for a long moment, making sure no one was in the hall outside to see them come out.

The transgressor squinted in the bright light of the hall, the fluorescents along the ceiling now blazing. The transgressor crossed their fingers and hoped not to run into anyone as they walked as casually as they could down the hall, heading back the way they'd came. With any luck, no one would pay them any mind, and they could just head for an exit. Just another average and totally legitimate employee, nothing to see here.

Of course, the transgressor's luck had never been good.

"Hey, you!!"

The transgressor froze, fear rooting them to the spot as someone came up behind them. They turned to see another employee, wearing the same uniform as them, sans the hat, which the transgressor imagined would have disagreed with her head full of curly hair. Her name badge read 'TECHNICIAN: Brandi'.

"New kid! Follow me. I don't care what you were doing, I need help with one of those pass dispenser machines. Some Karen is gonna wring my neck if I don't get her the pass she bought. Dumbass got it jammed in the machine somehow. Don't just stand there, lets go!" Brandi waved impatiently for the transgressor to follow her.

Stunned, the transgressor quickly came to the realization that they hadn't been found out. The disguise had worked, Brandi had assumed they were another technician.

…Wait, this was bad. The transgressor was not a technician.

Still, they didn't want to blow their cover, so they quickly moved to follow Brandi. Maybe once they were out in the mall, they could slip away in a crowd.

"What's your name, kid?" Brandi glanced over her shoulder at the transgressor, her eyes scanning their name badge. "Chester, huh? I'm Brandi. First day on the job? You look a little lost."

The transgressor glanced down at their name badge. They nodded. They were actually lost, Brandi had lead them down a series of unfamiliar tunnels and was now guiding them up a different stairwell than the one they'd taken down last night.

"Strong silent type, huh? That's just fine, I talk more than enough for most people. Sorry to drag you into this, I just need someone to help me pry the damn pass out." Brandi slowed her ascent briefly, glancing sideways at the transgressor. "…And maybe help me handle this Karen. I really can't deal with people like that today."

The transgressor - rather, decidedly Chester- nodded in understanding. They followed Brandi through a 'STAFF ONLY' door.

Their plans to disappear into a crowd went out the window when Chester realized the Karen and the offending pass machine in question was right down the hall from the staff door.

With all the lights on and the halls full of noise and laughter, the mall seemed a world apart from the neon drenched labyrinth Chester had navigated last night. They could hear a brainless pop song bumping along through overhead speakers. A pair of kids nearly ran into them as they dashed down the hall. The kids were snickering about something.

Chester spotted the wet floor sign bot the kids had tipped over a moment later. The poor thing’s wheels were swiveling frantically as it lay helplessly on its back. Chester stopped to right the bot, setting it gently back on its wheels. They gave the bot a little pat on the head before hurrying to catch up with Brandi.

"THERE you are! I've been waiting here for seven minutes!!" the woman standing by the pass machine complained, her foot tapping impatiently.

"Sorry about that, ma'am," Brandi said. She turned to Chester and rolled her eyes before turning back to the machine. "We'll get your pass to you in no time."

"Honestly, with how much you people charge for a one day pass, you'd think you could afford better machines!" The woman huffed and folded her arms.

Brandi reached into her toolbelt (Chester hoped it wasn't suspicious that they didn't have a toolbelt) and pulled out a screwdriver. She made quick work of getting the front panel off of the pass machine, setting the panel against the wall.

"Take a look in here." Brandi beckoned Chester over, pointing at something inside.

Chester swallowed. They glanced around, searching for some sort of excuse or easy exit from the situation. When they found none, they begrudgingly crouched down beside Brandi and peered inside.

It wasn't hard to spot the pass dispenser between bundles of wires and long metal containers, holding blank passes waiting to be purchased. Chester could see a pass wedged into the dispenser slot as well, its shiny laminated surface catching the light. A corner of the plastic card appeared to be caught on the inner edge of the slot. It looked like someone had already tried to yank it free, as the corner was bent and the card was stuck at an angle.

"I think the slot itself comes out, but I can't get a good enough grip on it to pull it out," Brandi said.

Chester frowned at the slot and the card. If they could just get this over with, Brandi would leave them be and they would be free to head out of the nearest exist without suspicion.

Chester reached in and attempted to pull at the slot. When that didn't work, they tried pushing it. To their surprise, it popped free of the frame holding it in place. Chester tilted it on its side and pulled it through the frame easily. They held it up to Brandi, who'd been trying to assure the woman that it wouldn't be long now before she had her pass.

"Woah! Hey, nice job!" Brandi looked pleasantly surprised. She pulled the pass free from the back side of the slot, then handed it off to the woman.

"It's bent!" The woman scoffed. "This is ridiculous! All of that and the pass is bent. Is it even going to work like this??"

"It'll still work fine, ma'am. You just need to be able to scan the barcode on the back," Brandi assured.

The woman, still not satisfied, went back and forth with Brandi while Chester maneuvered the slot back in place. They set it back in the frame and pulled until it popped back into place. With that done, they stepped back from the machine.

Once it was clear she wasn't getting a complimentary pass or a refund for her troubles, the woman took her slightly bent pass and stormed off.

"BLEH." Brandi stuck her tongue out and grabbed the panel she'd taken off the front of the machine. "I'm glad that's over with. Hey, thanks for the help! I dunno how you got that thing out of there so easily, that was great!"

Chester gave her a thumbs up. They waited as patiently as they could as Brandi began screwing the panel back into place.

"Hey, who'd you interview with? Was it Daniel?" Brandi asked.

Chester panicked. They nodded.

"That figures, Daniel quit just yesterday. Threw his hat down and stormed out. I don't blame the guy, but jeez. There's not a whole lot of managers left. Anyways, if you had interviewed with Rosa I was going to ask if she asked you a bunch of weird questions during your interview or if that was just me. I only started here a week ago and let me tell ya! I should have taken the warning signs when I saw em." Brandi shook her head. "I mean, I'm sure you know how it is. Most places have you do the work of five people and pay you pennies for it. Turnover rate is really high here, I mean I've just been here the one week and I've seen three people come and go! But what's really bad is that I've started hearing stories about why the turnover rate is so high. Like… I mean, did you see that safety waiver packet they had us sign??"

Chester, obviously, had not seen such a thing. Luckily, they were saved from having to respond when Brandi continued her rambling unprompted.

"I'm telling you Chester, this place is bad news. I'd start looking for other employment opportunities if I were you." Brandi finished screwing the panel in place. She seemed to realize something, and quickly went on to add, "That's not to say that I'm like, trying to get you to leave! You know?? Like, I'm just looking out for you."

Chester offered Brandi a reassuring smile and nodded. They started inching away. Not that they didn't like Brandi- they actually found her charming. But they very much wanted to escape this place.

Brandi smiled and pat Chester on the shoulder. "Good deal. Thanks again for the help. I've got a list of tasks a mile long so I'd better get to it. I'll see ya around, ok?"

Brandi finally left, and Chester was at last alone. They breathed a sigh of relief, turned on their heel, and nearly collided with someone standing directly behind them.

The stranger lowered the hand she'd been about to tap Chester on the shoulder with as Chester stumbled back. This stranger was wearing a plain white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up. Her name tag read 'LEAD TECHNICIAN: Rosa Garcia'. The circles under her eyes were nearly as dark as her short hair. She carried a clipboard and a disapproving glare.

The stranger, Rosa, glanced down at Chester's nametag, then back up to meet their gaze. "Come with me."

Chester's heart pounded, their nerves jumping. Brandi had mentioned that Rosa was a manager. Did she know Chester wasn't an employee?? Should they make a break for it?

Rosa sighed. "Relax, I'm not gonna fire you or anything. Common, I don't have all day."

Chester swallowed the nervous lump in their throat. Maybe their cover hadn't been blown? They reluctantly followed Rosa down the hall.

Rosa lead them through a different 'STAFF ONLY' door. She didn't go too far down the hall before leading Chester into a small office, equipped with a desk and two chairs, a computer, a single filing cabinet, and a single poster on the wall- a picture of that bear character giving the viewer two thumbs up, a speech bubble over his head reading 'You got this superstar!'. Rosa sat down heavily in the padded chair behind a desk, setting her clipboard down next to a half empty mug of cold coffee. Chester took the metal fold out chair across the desk from Rosa, trying not to be too conspicuous about sitting on the edge of their seat, in case they needed to make a hasty exit.

Rosa turned to the computer, clicking the mouse a few times as she spoke. "I'll cut right to the chase, we're both too busy for anything else. We have no one on staff to work night shift repairs and we're gonna need you to cover it. Can you do that? I'm authorized to give you a small pay bump."

Chester wasn't sure what to say. They weren't a real employee. However, they didn't want to give themself away, so they played along. Why not?

Chester willed their hands not to shake as they signed. "I can do that."

Rosa paused. "Would you rather I used sign as well?"

"You don't have to," Chester assured, shaking their head.

Rosa nodded. She typed something into the computer. "Who did you interview with?"

Chester panicked for only a moment before a name came to mind, someone Brandi had mentioned. "Daniel." Chester recalled that Daniel had apparently quit yesterday, so Rosa wouldn't be following up with him anytime soon to confirm this.

"Right. Daniel… Daniel… Daniel's files…" Rosa tapped the mouse a few times. She grabbed the cold mug of coffee and downed it, never moving her tired gaze from the computer screen. "While we're at it… you wouldn't mind filling in for some other people, would you? We do pay overtime here." She looked at Chester hopefully.

"Sure," Chester agreed. What did it matter? They weren't actually planning on working here.

Rosa's pleased expression quickly turned to a frown at something on the computer, then she sighed. "Great. Files got corrupted again. Jesus, that's the fourth time this month." Rosa whacked the side of the computer monitor. She rubbed her forehead. "Paper forms it is."

Rosa grumbled and sighed as she hunted through the filing cabinet for whatever forms she was looking for. "Sorry about this. If you couldn't tell, this place is falling apart at the seams and we're barely keeping shit together. You'll have to fill out another employee profile form, as will a third the staff, apparently. Digital files are lost. Leave half if it blank for all I care, I know it’s a pain, just get the important stuff down." Rosa dropped a stack of papers on the desk between her and Chester.

Chester stared down at the stack, wondering if it was too late to run for it.

"What a pain in the ass," Rosa muttered, hunting through desk drawers for a pen. She paused and glanced up at Chester. "…Sorry. It's been a long day. On top of everything else there's a bunch of cops camped out at the end of the parking lot. I'm sure you saw them on your way in today. They wanted to talk to me and some other managers about suspicious activity in the area or whatever. I told them to just check the security cameras, but apparently that storm last night knocked out the power for a bit, and a few things like most of the cameras never powered back on. But the cops said they're gonna be here a while, which is even better. They're trying to catch some kinda crook on the loose, cops think they're hiding out in the woods nearby." At Chester's concerned expression, she added, "Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing. You'll still work the night shift, right?"

Chester looked back down at the stack of papers. If the cops were camped out right outside…

What am I about to get myself into?

"I'll do it," Chester signed.

Rosa looked relieved. "Good. Don't worry about vagrants, those cops will be around a while. Just park closer to the building and you'll be fine." She held a pen out to Chester.

Chester nodded. They took the pen and picked up a blank employee profile form. It seemed they wouldn't be leaving the building for a while. And right here in front of them was everything they needed to ensure that no one minded their presence here. No one would know a thing. Once the cops had given up the ghost, they could just decide to quit. It wasn't like this was a real job, Chester wasn't even their real name. There was nothing tying them here.

They did desperately need somewhere to lay low for a while, and honestly, they really didn't have any better ideas. Chester took a deep breath, and started filling out their form.

"Thanks a lot for stepping up. Shows you've got initiative and all that." Rosa smiled. "And hey, don't forget about the safety waivers."

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