#wonwoosthetic

[wonwoosthetic]

masterlist

fluff - ☁️

angst - 🥀

smut - 💋

Joel Miller

Couldn’t Love More (series)

Javier Peña

Rugged and Soft ☁️

#masterlist #Joel miller #Pedro pascal #x reader #imagines #series #one shot #x you #wonwoosthetic

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Literally the first things I saw today when I woke up were Mingyu‘s boobs and back muscles?!?!?! Good fucking morning I guess

I have let that determine that today will be a good day🤝🏼

mingyu tits on my dash and microelectronics were never a good combination

#girl we're going THROUGH this #my mind is toxic model gyu #hpfh gyu hpfh gyu #wonwoosthetic #answered✨

[twogyuu]

I sadly don’t think the inside joke is well known at all😭

when cheol revealed that he’s afraid of ghosts I said to my carat friend “oh, then he won’t get along with Jeonghan’s wine drinking lesbian roommates” and she went “his what?” And literally didn’t know what I was talking about😭😫

That's unfortunate 😭😂 It was supposed to be scary and Chan was shaking, but turned out to be so funny and casual 😭😂 He was literally just like "uh yeah I have 2 lady ghost friends who drink whine and color on my tables in my room" **unbothered af** lol.

It's okay - I'll laugh at it with you 😂

#wonwoosthetic

[jeonwonhi]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! Running towards you to engulf you in the biggest freaking hug possible!!!!!🤍🎀💌🫶🏼🤍 Squeezing you extra tightly and smooching your cheeks!!!! I LOVE YOUUU BABESSSSS🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼🤍🫶🏼

I LOVE YOU TOO BABES <333333

#pls we need to talk more often #wonwoosthetic

[jeonride]

hey, welcome to jeonride's jeon wonwoo reading list part 1 ! (click the navigation if you want another reading list/ fic recs!)

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FICTS ! ✧*。

Just Ask (fluff, smut, boyfriend!wonwoo) by @idyllic-ghost

Getting Closer (angst, smut, horror ft. joker!wonwoo and chief inspector female!reader) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Red Lights (incubus!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Amour-Haine & Co. (smut, enemies to lovers) by @wonwoosthetic

Crush 03 (fluff, mention of sex, mechanic!au) by @gyukult

GAM3 BO1 (smut, fluff)

The King's Red Rose (smut, royal au) by my lovely sunny ! @sunnylovespickles

SIX-THIRTY (smut, boyfriend!woo) by @cheolhub

Favorite (smut, teacher!woo) by @wonusite

Sweet Eye Candy (smut) by @idyllic-ghost

Chase Me, Make Me Yours (smut, angst) by @wonuhour

Warm Encounters (smut) by @flowerboykun

Roommates with Benefits (smut) by @shuaflix

Favorite Poison (smut, fluff) by @lovelyhan

Sweet Darling (w/ chan) by @bitchlessdino

Love You Twice (smut) by @toruro

Wedding Weekends (fluff) by @suhnshinehaos

By Line (ceo!wonwoo x reporter!reader) by @wonwussy

Blood Love : One More Taste (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Blood Love pt. 2 (smut, vampire!wonwoo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Sharing is Caring but I don't Care (all fluff, hybrid!woo) by @gamerwoo

Payment Due! (smut, camboy!woo) by @solarwonux

Blind Spot (smut, enemies with benefits) by @sluttywonwoo

All to Yourself (smut, best friend!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

POV (fluff, hurt/comfort) by @by-soleil

Lavender Tea & Honey (smut, fluff) by @peachybun-bun

Working Late (smut, husband!wonwoo) by @number1mingyustan

Cat Got Your Tongue? (smut, angry sex) by @number1mingyustan

Deluxe Version (fluff, dash of angst) by @darl-ings

Have Mercy (smut, rough sex) by @sluttyminghao

His Favorite Color is Blue (angst, fluff) by @euphoricsunflowers

Feelings (fluff) by @markberries

Hardcover (fluff) by @markberries

I'm a Swimming Fool (college au) by @glowonu

You VS The Universe (fluff) by @cheolism

First Kiss (fluff, barista!woo) by @ally-127

Mine (smut) by @peachybun-bun

Heads in The Cloud, Landing Among Stars (fluff, pilot!wonwoo) by @twogyuu

Four Years (fluff, exes to lovers) by @kyufessions

Needy (smut, jealous sub!wonwoo) by @cheolhub

Love Me Tender The Series (smut, sub!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Yours (Pt. 2 of POV) by @by-soleil

DRABBLES / SCENARIOS ! ✧*。

gentle on the streets, freak on the sheets (by @multi-kpop-fanfics)

you're the prettiest during sex to him (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

neighbor!wonwoo jerks himself off (smut) by @cheolhub

fucking detective!wonwoo on a train (smut) by @jeongwife

you use safeword during sex (smut, comfort) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

thigh riding (smut) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

fucking while you're pregnant (husband!woo) by @multi-kpop-fanfics

look at me (smut) by @peachybun-bun

coworker!wonwoo (smut) pt.2 & pt.3 by @euphoricsunflowers

02.47 am (fluff) by @gyuslcve

you have your me (fluff, comfort)

daylight (fluff)

dad!wonwoo (fluff, implied smut)

making out (smut, soft dom!wonwoo)

fucking on the kitchen counter (smut)

sucking his dick while his working (smut)

him sucking your tits (fluff, boyfriend!woo)

him asking you to sit on his face (smut)

hard + fluff thoughts (boyfriend!woo)

sucking + kissing his tattoo (smut)

pervert gamer!woo (smut)

gamer boyfriend!wonwoo | 2nd ver

professor!wonwoo (smut)

fucking lawyer!wonwoo (smut)

nsfw sleepover (smut)

wonwoo hard thoughts (fluff, smut)

fwb (kitten!woo, mistress kink)

active during nighttime ( hybrid black panther!wonwoo and hybrid cat!reader)

smut, established relationship (also fluff)

[09.00pm] (all fluff!)

late night walk (fluff)

does he could make you feel good as i do? (racer!wonwoo)

more myself than i am (fluff)

vvwonwoovv is on live! (streamer!wonwoo)

he spoils you so much (smut, ft.mingyu)

[04.01pm] (smut)

him obsessed with your body after giving birth (smut, dad! wonwoo)

body worship (smut, kinda)

bedtime routine (fluff)

fireplace (fluff, kinda smut).

cuddling (fluff)

69 (smut)

car sex (smut)

take care of me (sub!wonwoo)

needy sub!wonwoo (smut)

workplace rivals (smut)

of shy smiles & misunderstanding (fluff)

waiting (fluff)

childish joy (fluff)

two umbrellas (fluff)

14:28 (fluff, contains bodyworship)

cuffed (smut, wonwoo is a sub sorta???)

fucked by office mate (smut)

#wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo x reader #reading #seventeen fanfic

[ohraicodoll]

 Feral Masterlist

Joel Miller x Feral Reader/OFC

(You’ve all lovingly named this character Feral Reader, but she’s referenced as Starshine or Red sometimes in the stories.)

Warning: Explicit Content, Graphic Violence, Trauma, PTSD

(Put in order of story timeline)

Monsters Two-Shot | (18+ Minors DNI) | 3rd POV | AO3 Part 1 | Part 2 Honey One-Shot | (18+ Minors DNI) | 3rd POV | AO3 The first time there was an excuse, the second time was just about release after a hard day.

Be Still Drabble | 3rd POV | AO3 It takes her a while to notice. Joel is having a panic attack. Bitter Two-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Joel makes a decision for all of them when they finally find Tommy in Jackson. Part 1 | Part 2 Violent Delights One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 With Joel injured and Ellie captured, she has to make a choice. Violent Ends One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 They find the Fireflies and one by one, the lights go out.  Crossword Snippet | 3rd POV | AO3 It’s the first time their group has been split up and Joel definitely isn’t waiting for you at the gates.

Daisies Drabble | 3rd POV | AO3 The women of Jackson have their eyes set on Joel Miller.

Beast One-Shot | 18+ Minors DNI for Graphic Violence | 3rd POV | AO3 All she can see is that he’s hurt and she would tear them apart. Left Behind One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Settling into life in Jackson wasn't going so easily and Joel is hit with the possibility she may not be welcomed to stay. Territorial One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 She never paid attention to the newcomers when they joined Jackson until one of them begins to get close to Joel. Dominant One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Jealousy and rationality don’t mix. Hero Worship Drabble | 3rd POV Ellie has a little admirer  Your Bury Me One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 A failed trade, a dress, music, and their own form of confession. Mine Drabble | 3rd POV He doesn’t like other’s attention on her

Drabbles:

Reckless: Ellie gets mad at her for being too careless with herself Red’s Personality ***Red Integrating Into Jackson Headcanons ***Red and Joel Headcanons Does Red ever try singing again? ***Tommy x Red Headcanons Tommy after the punch ***Ellie x Red Headcanons ***Joel falling for Red Headcanons Red is Ellie’s Mom Gifts from the Barn Cat The Morning After Bitter Part 2 Joel’s Nightmares ***Moments in Domesticity Headcanons ***Ellie and Red arguement Headcanons

Asks

Where does Red met them in the timeline? TLOU Part 2 Question Sunshine Bestie Red and cheating scenario Romance and Connections Red and Pregnancies Maria and Red’s relationship Ellie’s Adjustment Maria standing up for Red Reds Triggers Red & the baby (More) When Reds Sick Annie’s Birthday Joel Calming Red Down Red’s Trinkets

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#tlou #the last of us #raicodoll writes #writing masterlist #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic #fic: monsters #anon asks #series: feral #feral reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x feral reader #joel miller fanfic #ellie williams #prompt requests

[marvelous-llama]

Seventeen recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

Shitty Romance Christmas Movies by @bambikisss

Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) strangers > friends > lovers, university AU - angst?, fluff, smut All all watching all those romantic Christmas movies that everyone founds shitty (and enjoying it), you finally meet someone who brings it to life.

the bore next door by @ncteez

Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 8.8k) strangers > ons > lovers? nobody knows with those two - fluff, smut Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date. Or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you don’t expose him to your parents.

Cat and Mouse by @wonusite

Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 5.6k) bad boy AU, continuation of [9:47 PM] - fluff(ish), smut Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily.

X + Y = YOU AND I by @angelwonie

Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 8.6k) academic rivals to lovers, university AU, pining - fluff, smut you wish jeon wonwoo would sometimes act like an insufferable prick instead of the perfect guy, because then you wouldn't have to feel your head spinning each time he looks at you.

series

Daylight by @moonscriptsx

Wonwoo x fem!reader (wc - 15.4k + 11.6k) coworkers > friends > lovers, CEO!Wonwoo, slow burn, mutual pining - fluff, smut Between the endless flirty banter or secret looks of longing, the line between you and your boss had always been slightly blurred. But when a night out with friends has you and your boss meeting for the first time outside of the workplace, that line starts to become nonexistent as mutual feelings are brought to light. part 1, part 2

Amour-Haine & Co. by @wonwoosthetic

Wonwoo x fem!reader enemies to lovers, office AU - angst, smut, fluff Six years. Six long years have you been working side-by-side with your father. Balancing studying at university while playing his right hand throughout it all without ever complaining about how hard it was, but rather always putting 200% into everything you did. You helped him grow the company to where it now was. And now, after the many ups and downs you have shared, he retires only to let the company get bought by some young wannabe Jeff Bezos, who thinks money and looks is everything he needs to get him through life. If someone thought you’d just let this pass and work as Jeon Wonwoo’s side chick… they would be wrong. So, let the games begin.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen recs #wonwoo #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut

[sunkiss3dlily]

to you, i'm just a man (to me, you're all i am) part four | joel miller x reader

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5916

Summary: Time is running out for you in the fight against David. Joel comes to your rescue.

Note(s): Okay, so now it's become five parts. I should just never set a goal for how many chapters I'm writing because I always exceed it hahahaha but at least Joel and reader are reunited!! I'm not gonna lie this took so long to write because I hated writing for David. He is so creepy and I felt so gross. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed, and I promise this time, the next chapter will be the last haha! Thank you for all the love I'm so grateful! And as always feedback is appreciated, but please be respectful! Please give me any (detailed, please!) requests in my inbox or comments if you have any, I would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading! ♡

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✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

The bitter cold stole your every sense of direction in the relentless blizzard, pushing you to stumble aimlessly through the thick snow, much like you had the day before, only this time you were no longer the hunter but the prey.

All around, the storm howled, and your every step was one of desperation in the search for any sign of David and James' group.

"Stay alert, everybody; if this man's not already dead, he's dangerous." David's voice calling out from the other end of the street had you bolting to hide behind a fence, your rifle clutched steadily in your hand. "And the woman too; she can’t be fully trusted, either."

Clutching your rifle, you took a shaky breath, straining your hearing to catch the next set of orders.

“What about the little girl?” James' voice cut through the harsh wind, and a surge of protectiveness swelled within you at the mention of Ellie. You silently vowed not to let any of them get near her—not one step.

“We bring her back with us." David responds. "Her, and the woman.”

"Try it, motherfucker," you muttered, biding your time as they started advancing down your end of the street, where you remained safely hidden, at least for the moment. There was no need to risk wasting bullets and missing a shot; you had to be smart about this.

A loud scoff cuts through the air, and a voice that you haven't heard before rings out: "That woman will kill us all in our goddamn sleep if we let her stay with us."

"Yeah, I agree," James cuts in soon after. "I don't mean to question your sense of mercy, David, but we can kill the man and the woman and just let the little girl go. If we bring that little girl back with us, she's just another mouth to feed."

You peek out, taking your aim and squeezing one eye shut.

"If we leave either of them out here, they'll die," David chastises, still seemingly set on having you and Ellie come back with him.

As if you'd let that happen.

James scoffed, and as the group approached, you could now count their numbers.

Five.

You watched as James bitterly shook his head, and almost instinctively, you raised your rifle, focusing on the moving target. "Maybe that's God's will."

David's head snapped to look at his taller friend, but before he could speak, your first shot rang out.

James practically folded in on himself, the bullet finding its mark right between his eyes. Genuine shock registered on David's face before a darker expression replaced it just as swiftly. The other four members of the group looked around in utter bewilderment, raising their weapons and expressing a mix of fear, anger, and shock.

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck do we do, David?!"

"They killed James!"

Too preoccupied reloading your rifle, you didn't notice David's eyes settling on the neck of your gun, which was slightly peeking out from behind the fence.

"Split up. Find the house they're staying in and get that little girl back to me alive. I'll take care of the woman."

As the three scatter in different directions, you finally look up, and that's when you notice David approaching the fence, his own gun at the ready, aimed and dangerous.

You feel it before you hear it—the burning sensation as the bullet rips through your coat and shirt, sinking into the skin of your shoulder. The sickening whoosh of the bullet through the air is only heard after. Had your senses been more in tune, perhaps you would have dodged it. Instead, a muffled cry of pain escapes your lips as you slam them together, forcing yourself into a standing yet crouched position. Running along the back of the fence, you do your best to ignore both the pain and the sensation of your blood coating your fingers, compressing the wound as you move, the rifle held limply in the hand of your injured arm.

"Get back here!"

Your legs turn to jelly as you sprint through the snow, heading straight for one of the houses. Despite the intensifying pain in your shoulder, you strive to keep your cool. Bullets whiz dangerously close to your tattered boots, narrowly missing as you move just a fraction too quickly for David's shooting ability.

“It doesn’t have to be this hard!”

Gasping for breath, you reach cover at the side of a nearby house, pressing your back against the cold exterior. The bitter wind bites at your exposed skin as you take a moment to assess the wound on your shoulder, your fingers coming away stained with blood. You reach back, whimpering to yourself as you feel the unmistakable hole in your shirt and coat, realising that, for one small mercy, the bullet has gone straight through.

"I didn't want to hurt you." David's voice echoes chillingly close, urging you to retreat to the back of the house. As you hastily assess for an entry point, he adds with a sinister tone, "You forced my hand."

Despite the searing pain in your shoulder and the fear gnawing at your senses, a twisted sense of relief settles in as you reach the back of the house. The knowledge that it's you who David is pursuing, and not Joel or Ellie, somehow grants you a twisted comfort.

“There’s no need to keep fighting me like this. It’s pointless.”

With trembling hands, you fumble to open the door, your mind racing faster than your jittery heartbeat.

The wooden door creaks open, revealing the dim interior of the house. Staggering under the weight of pain and panic, you stumble inside, the world spinning as you navigate the all-too-familiar surroundings from when you were desperately searching for any first aid for Joel the day prior, so you already know there is nothing here that is going to help you. The urgency of your situation intensifies, and you quickly slam the door behind you closed.

The house offers a brief respite from the relentless blizzard and the immediate threat of David's pursuit. As you move deeper into the residence, your unsteady footsteps echo against the worn floorboards. The muted sounds of the storm outside contrast with the thunderous beating of your heart.

A narrow staircase comes into view, and with each step, your legs feel heavier, like lead. The ascent is a gruelling task, with your battered body protesting with every movement. As you reach the top, you catch your breath, realising the vulnerability of your situation. You're wounded and isolated, and you're at the mercy of your surroundings and David.

Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you push forward, weaving through the upper floor. The pain in your shoulder becomes an unbearable companion, gnawing at your resolve, and your vision blurs. A distant bedroom beckons, and you stumble towards it, guided more by instinct than conscious thought.

With each step, the world becomes more of a blurry haze. You push the bedroom door open with a light swing, revealing your final refuge from the chaos. Collapsing against the far wall, behind a double bed, you sink to the floor, your breaths ragged and laboured. The room spins around you as you succumb to the exhaustion, your body finally finding a momentary sanctuary amid the turmoil.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

The unmistakable echo of a gunshot reached Joel's ears, shattering the relative silence of the basement and snapping him out of the uneasy rest he had slipped into.

It felt like just moments ago that he had watched you leave, resolute in facing danger to protect him and Ellie. The mental image of you willingly sacrificing yourself for their safety wound around his heart like barbed wire, each beat accentuating his feelings of pain and helplessness. Staring at the closed door, he had been consumed by profound desperation, silently yearning for you to turn around and come back to them, to him. But, as the seconds ticked away, it became clear you weren't coming back.

Ellie's eyes had met his, her dark pools of pleading tears watching him as the weight of sleep threatened to pull him under.

"Joel! Wake the fuck up! We have to go!"

Suddenly, Ellie was gripping his shirt, the surge of adrenaline from the shock of it all combatting the heaviness of his slumber. The gunshot's resonance wasn't just a haunting echo of his nightmares about Sarah; it was the stark reality now centred around you. Whether you were the shooter or the one being shot at, Joel couldn't allow himself to stand, or rather lay, by while you faced danger, even in his weakened state.

"Joel!" Ellie repeated, shaking him just as furiously as before. "Fuck, wait a second."

She disappeared from his sight for a moment, peripherals included, and for some twisted reason inside of him, the thought of her leaving too made him even more scared. He couldn't lose both of you.

"Ellie," he called hoarsely.

She was back within a few moments, seemingly fueled by the sound of his voice as she kneeled beside him, syringe and medicine bottle in hand. "Yeah, I'm here. Just give me a minute. I've never done this before."

He held still, barely breathing as the needle pricked his wound once more, not wanting to freak the kid out any more than she already was.

"Ellie," he repeated. Her eyes fell to his as she continued to plunge the syringe slowly, just as she had watched you do so many times. Her dark eyes were still watery and held so much fear that she attempted to hide with her otherwise stoic expression, barring the slight trembling of her lips. "It's...it's gonna be okay."

"Yeah," she nodded, though her gaze fell away from him as if she didn't believe him. "I know."

Silence settled between them, a void that you typically filled. As Ellie withdrew the syringe, returning it along with the medicine to her bag, the echo of a second gunshot pierced the air, prompting them to exchange uneasy glances.

The heavy footsteps from above spurred Joel into action, breaking the inertia that had held him for days. He staggered to his feet, his unsteady legs protesting disuse, and gently guided Ellie into the corner beneath the stairs. Pressing his rifle into her hands, he saw the horror in her eyes. A shake of his head preceded his retrieval of her knife from the bag.

"If anything goes wrong, you shoot and run, alright?" Her mouth opened, but he silenced any objections, his tone unwavering. "No. No questions, no smart remarks. You run."

Joel's voice carried a resolute authority, his eyes revealing a blend of concern and determination. Ellie nodded, her grip tightening on the rifle as she comprehended the gravity of the situation.

The clamour above intensified, muffled voices now accompanied by the crash of furniture in front of the basement door. 

Time seemed to stretch as they waited, breaths suspended in anticipation. As the footsteps finally seemed to reach the top of the stairs and the door opened, Joel whispered one final directive, his voice barely audible. 

"Face the wall."

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

A tender touch, brushing hair away from your forehead, coaxes you back to awareness. Initially feeling numb, the haze lifts as you blink away blurriness, and the searing pain in your wound snaps into focus. A cry escapes your lips, and instinctively, you reach to cover the injury, as if the pressure could quell the pain. Surprisingly, a make-shift bandage is wrapped around the bare skin of your shoulder, and as you withdraw your hand, you find no fresh blood, only the remnants of dried staining from before.

A fleeting sense of relief washes over you when you suddenly realise someone is taking care of you; you've been saved.

"You were lucky; I'll give you that."

Anticipating Joel's deep, somewhat soothing tone, the sudden and chilling sound of David's higher voice jolted you. Startled, you looked up and blinked rapidly, only to find the devil himself kneeling in front of you, his hand resting on your cheek.

"Getting the jump on us like that. It was smart." He chuckled slightly, unsettling you further, prompting an instinctive flex of your fingers to search for your rifle. It must have been moved, and you think you can see the handle just behind him on the bed. The sheet on top of the mattress appears to be torn, evidently being what was used to conceal your wound. "I won't say it'll earn you many brownie points with the folks back home, but I understand. I understand why you did it."

You draw in a shaky breath, attempting to breathe through the pain and panic, while desperately searching your mind for any semblance of a plan.

David withdraws his hand from your cheek, replacing it with two fingers on your neck's pulse point, holding them there for a moment. "You know, I was worried you weren't going to wake up at all."

You make your best attempt to shrug him off, disliking the sensation of his cold fingertips on your skin. Despite your weakness, you glare up at him and retort, "You should be more worried than I was."

He smiles with a glint of amusement in his eyes, and you despise the gut-wrenching feeling of vulnerability blooming in your chest at the notion of being stuck in this man's presence. A chuckle escapes him, and he sucks his teeth before raising his hand, causing your head to snap to the side as the back of his hand connects with your cheek, a ring on his finger slashing your cheek upon impact.

Stunned to silence, you manage only a few heavy breaths as blood dribbles down your cheek. Eventually, you compose yourself enough to meet his gaze once more.

David releases a heavy sigh, observing you with a gaze that combines pity and satisfaction as he sits back on his knees.

“I like you. I do."

You glare back at him, biting back a snide comment.

He smiles, releasing a soft chuckle. “You’re so much different from the women back in my village. They’re so docile, complacent, and scared of their own shadows. You, on the other hand, are feral. Violent. A murderer.”

You swallow uncomfortably, unsettled by the excited glint in his eyes as he gazes at you.

“I like that. It’s realistic. A woman who does what she has to do to get what she wants. It’s the only way to survive, right?” David smiles, reaching out to clasp your limp hand that sits on your lap. “We’re very similar in that way. We do what we have to do to provide for the people who rely on us. No matter what, right?”

You fight the urge to snap his fingers in your palm, feeling his thumb stroking roughly over your skin, a poor imitation of Joel's comforting touch from only hours ago.

“You see, I’m not your enemy here.” He whispers in an attempt at a soothing tone. “I never have been. In fact, I am your equal, and in being that, I believe you would make the perfect addition to stand by my side in leading our people through the darkness that this winter has brought.”

You shake your head, but he raises a hand and emits a shushing noise.

“I know. It’s a hard concept to grasp when you’re in this fight-or-flight headspace. I’m sure you feel you won’t be accepted by them for all your sins and for all the heartache you’ve brought to our community, but they, as well as you, will come to understand, in good time, that reformation is indeed possible.” He squeezes your hand tight—so tight that it becomes uncomfortable very quickly. You breathe your way through the pain. “And if you can’t, then you can provide for our community in another way.” He lifts his other hand to lift your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “My people are hungry, you see. I wouldn’t be a good leader if I didn't do what I needed to provide for them, despite sacrificing what would be the closest thing I have to my equal. You understand the necessity of that, right?”

A sickening feeling churns in your stomach. Whatever he has in mind for you is likely nothing you want to endure. You bite your tongue, resolved to maintain composure and conceal your fear.

“And then, I suppose, your daughter will be the one to take your place beside me.”

Your entire body tenses, and he seems to notice the fire blazing in your eyes at the mention of Ellie, a light smirk settling on his lips.

Quick to wipe it off, you wrap your palm around his middle finger and tug it back with all the strength you can muster, causing a sickening crack as it breaks, ricocheting around you. He lets out an anguished cry of pain, filling you with relentless satisfaction. As he releases your hand entirely, you shove him backward and use the wall to guide you to your feet.

Rushing for your rifle, your movements are short-lived as you feel his hand wrap around your ankle, grabbing hold of you. Swinging your arm around to hit him, he tugs you forcefully via your arm, causing you to flop face down on the floor beside him.

Releasing angry pants, he flips you over onto your back and uses his free hand to press down on your wound, keeping you down and eliciting a cry of unbearable pain from your lips.

“There it is. There’s that fight in you I like so much.”

You spit at him, aiming directly for his face, and raise your knee to strike him in the crotch. He releases your wound, and you take a sharp intake of breath, readying your hand to deliver a strike to his face. But he's too quick, grabbing your wrist and yanking it hard, exerting so much force that you feel your arm being ripped out of its socket.

A blinding wave of pain overwhelms you, bringing all your struggles to an instant halt. Your pain threshold has been entirely depleted. You're done fighting. It's all too much.

He clears his throat as he shifts to hold himself above you, his gaze a mix of satisfaction and disappointment as he looks down at you.

“Is that all you’ve got in you?” He laughed breathlessly. “I’m disappointed. Underneath all that strong facade, you’re just the same as every other woman. Weak. I should’ve known you’d end up just the same: under my mercy."

Your strength waned, unable to conceal the overwhelming fear as his weight bore down on you, and instead, you opened your mouth, releasing a gut-wrenching scream.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

It was guttural—the scream that tore through the streets—and it sent a shiver down Joel's spine. Ellie was huddled at his side, his arm protectively encircling her, marking the first substantial contact between them. The moment he tensed, he felt her reaction mirror his own.

Joel held tight to Callus' reins in his other hand. Although logic dictated that he and Ellie should be riding towards your safety, the events in the basement lingered in Joel's mind. Forcing two out of three men to reveal your whereabouts, even with Ellie upstairs and out of direct earshot, it had been a traumatic ordeal for the both of them. Joel couldn't deny Ellie the comfort of being close to him after such a harrowing experience. Contrary to his initial fears, it became evident that Ellie wasn't terrified of him; in fact, the very opposite seemed true.

'"That's her," Ellie said through chattering teeth as the biting winds whipped around them. "We have to help her."

Joel nodded, his gaze firm and determined, tugging Callus along once more. "We will. We'll get to her."

Once again, your scream, fraught with fear and desperation, reverberated through the desolate streets. The chilling sound momentarily froze time, leaving Joel feeling utterly helpless about where to go or how to reach you. The haunting silence that followed became almost unbearable, casting an oppressive weight on Joel's chest, which he tried to ignore with every stride he took, Ellie in tow.

Abruptly, just as it had ceased, your screaming resumed, and Joel couldn't summon the strength to look down, yet he could feel Ellie's tears soaking his shirt. Each agonising note sliced through the air, and this time, it seemed to pierce Joel even more deeply than before. The raw, visceral sound of your distress clawed at his heart, dismantling any remaining walls that held back his emotions towards you. He despised that sound—the sound of you in pain, the sound of you scared, the sound of you broken—and silently vowed to do whatever it took to never hear it again.

However, amidst the torment, there existed a perverse sense of gratitude. Your screams served as a guiding force, leading Joel, Ellie, and Callus through the relentless blizzard in pursuit of you. A steely resolve tightened Joel's jaw, determination etched across his weathered face as you fell silent once more, only to start screaming again seconds later. The idea of you enduring suffering was unbearable, and an urgency to reach you surged through Joel's veins, propelling their movements forward through the biting cold.

Reaching the front of the house from which your screams echoed, Joel gently pulled away from Ellie's trembling frame. He tried to ignore the way she instinctively sought to move closer, holding her by the shoulders. "I need you to listen to me, Ellie."

Her face was pale, tear-stricken, and concerned, lacking the strength to argue. She nodded in response.

"I need you to ride Callus to the furthest house away, to the very last one in this neighbourhood, okay? Not one sooner. The very last one."

Her lips parted, wobbling, but your scream from above tore every word from the tip of her tongue. She made her way to Callus, placing one foot in the stirrup before Joel helped launch her onto the horse completely. He held back a wince as his wound ached with every movement, and raised his rifle for her to take.

"I'll come and find you as soon as we're out. You don't leave for anything. You stay right there, hidden, until we come back. Got it?"

Ellie took the rifle, slugging it onto shoulder, before gripping Callus' reins and nodding. "Got it."

"Good." He hummed, stroking Callus' side before meeting Ellie's eyes. "Go on."

She simply sniffled, murmuring, "Let's go," to the horse before she and Callus thundered off down the street.

Joel watched as Ellie rode away, his rifle slung over her shoulder, and as he turned back towards the house, it took him about a second to realise you were no longer making any noise, and it only took half of that time to send him into utter panic.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

The carpet beneath your fingernails was the only sensation you registered as David's hand coiled around your throat, tightening its grip and stifling any more attempts at screaming.

You weren't fighting back anymore. You couldn't. You'd lost it all the moment David had you pinned down and injured. The likelihood of Joel succumbing to the brutality of David's men gnawed at your conscience. Imagining Ellie, now alone and convinced you were lost too, fighting desperately to escape their clutches added another layer of anguish to your already shattered resolve. You didn't want to risk that becoming a truth, and so you just lay there.

Time seemed to stretch with each agonising blink, your eyes lingering shut for longer intervals. As David's suffocating grip on your throat gradually released, you struggled to focus through the haze. His lips moved, likely weaving a twisted soliloquy, but the only sound that reached you was the persistent thud of blood coursing through your veins. Each breath you managed to draw felt like a desperate attempt to refill your lungs, your chest heaving with the effort.

His vice-like grip on your neck finally released, and as you dared to steal a glance downward, all you saw was his hand moving towards his zipper.

You clutched at the carpet, fingers digging in, and drew in a wheezy breath, steeling yourself for whatever might come next.

David's face and body loomed over you, paralysing you with fear. Just as you thought it was all over, the sudden impact of your rifle against the side of his head sent his looming figure crashing to the floor beside you. Through the haze of your vision, you could vaguely make out a blurry figure in a brown coat gripping your rifle and ruthlessly slamming it down repeatedly onto what appeared to be David's body.

Unable to discern many words, you could only catch snippets of angry and pained sounds. Fear gripped you, but in a moment of reprieve, you managed to turn on your side. For perhaps the first time since you woke up, you felt a semblance of relief, as if you could finally afford to breathe again.

Your body ached, and your lungs burned with each precious breath of fresh air, reminiscent of a dog lapping up water on a scorching day. Curled into a foetal position, the only sounds that reached your ears were the haunting echoes of sniffles and whimpering. It didn't take long for you to grasp the painful realisation that those anguished sounds were escaping your own lips.

A hand gripping your ankle jolts you into immediate action, fearing the worst. A distressed wail escapes your lips as you kick out, refusing to glance at the person who has a hold of you. Slowly crawling away, you use your uninjured arm to support yourself, doing your best to fight the searing pain flowing through you.

The hand lets up, and then it moves to land delicately on your back. Gentle and light, it hovers, assuring you of his presence.

Everything seems to move once more in slow motion as you continue to kick out, eventually flipping onto your side and meeting your would-be assailant's eyes once more.

Except it's not David.

It's Joel.

His lips are parted, and he is speaking to you softly. His face is taut with concern, distress, and fear.

"..'s me; it's just me. It's me."

The sound of relief escaping you doesn't come close to the immense relief flooding your insides.

As Joel senses the realisation dawning in your eyes, his expression eases slightly, a fraction of his concern dissipating.

You can't help but avert your gaze, your eyes falling upon David's battered body lying a short distance away. The butt of your rifle, stained with his blood, rests by his side. It's evident that Joel has discarded it and hurried to your aid.

His touch on your cheek is gentle, coaxing you to meet his gaze once more.

"Look at me," he urges, his voice a comforting murmur. "You're okay. You're with me. Just keep your eyes on me. Keep focusing on me."

Your lip trembles. "J-Joel...he…he…”

"I know," he murmurs softly, his face etched with pain as he gently covers your hand with his own on the floor. The gesture makes you flinch involuntarily, and memories of David flood your mind. "I know, honey. I know."

Honey.

The term is uttered with such tenderness, so delicately, that it catches you off guard. His eyes glisten with unshed tears as he regards you with the utmost care, as if he can hardly believe he's reached you in time.

Tears stream down your cheeks, unnoticed, until you feel his arms enveloping you. It's surprising the sheer gentleness emanating from a man hardened by years of violence, his fists having shed blood from countless adversaries. Yet here he is, cradling you as though you're the most precious gift, as if it's the most natural thing for him to do, as though he was born to love and protect you, no matter the time it took for him to realise it.

His hand finds solace in your matted hair, anchoring you to him as you weep against his chest. For a long while, he remains silent, allowing your sorrow to seep into him as if, by some miracle, it might alleviate your pain. You feel a shift in his posture, and then his chapped lips brush gently against your forehead.

Drawing back slightly from the comfort of his embrace, you meet his gaze.

"You're... you're alive," you breathe out softly.

The corners of his lips twitch up a little, and he nods gently down at you. "Your stubborn ass saved me, remember?"

"I... I had to. I couldn't... couldn't lose you," you respond, still teary-eyed. Your gaze darts around frantically for a moment. "E—Ellie? Where's Ellie? Did they get Ellie?"

Joel shakes his head quickly. "We... I got 'em, I swear. They didn't touch her. She's safe."

"They... they were really bad people, Joel," you whisper, a slight desperation in your voice, as if you need him to believe you, though you have no idea why you feel the need to justify it. "Really bad. They... they... the things he wanted to do."

Your gaze starts to drift back to David's body, but Joel gently redirects your focus to him with a tender touch on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the blood from where David's ring had cut your skin. "No, no. Don't look at him, alright? Just keep looking at me and listening, okay? Focus right here on me and me only."

You nod, your attention fixed on him.

“You did good, sweetheart. You did so good. You saved me and Ellie, and…and you’re still here with us. It was always going to be your life over any of theirs. You did what you had to do.”

Weakly, you nod and rest your trembling hand on his arm.

He glances down at your hand, resting his own atop it, and takes a breath. Using the next few moments to assess your condition, he notices the blood-soaked sheet wrapped around your shoulder, his face paling considerably. Then, his gaze falls on the swollen part of your arm where David has torn it from its socket.

He releases your hand and rises to his feet, prompting a soft cry of his name from you, as if he might leave you in that state.

"I'm right here. You're okay," he assures you, reaching down to cup your cheek. "I just need to... I need to help you. You're hurt, sweetheart. Just keep your eyes on me. I'm not going anywhere; I just need to..."

Glancing over to the bed, where the ripped sheet lies, he reluctantly lets go of you and strides over to retrieve it. Returning to your side, he offers reassurance. "See? I'm still here."

You watch him carefully as he tears the fabric apart with his bare hands, studying his every move.

"Joel," you say softly at first, catching his attention only when you repeat his name with a bit more urgency.

"Yeah, what's up?" He responds, turning to you.

"I'm... I'm glad you're here."

His worried expression softens, though concern still lingers in his gentle brown eyes. After a moment's pause, he replies, "Me too, honey." Taking a breath, he continues, "Now, I'm gonna ask you to do something for me, okay?"

You weakly nod your agreement.

"Just stay still while I see what I can do about your arm, alright?" he instructs.

He shakily reaches over to lightly press your swollen, deformed-looking arm, retracting his hand almost immediately when you cry out in pain. The anguish in his eyes mirrors your own hurt, and once the wave of pain has passed, you grasp his coat with your uninjured hand, murmuring your apologies.

"It's okay, it's okay," he reassures you softly, cupping your cheek and meeting your gaze with his intense one. "I need you to trust me for a second, okay? This is going to hurt, but you are going to be just fine, I promise. Everything's going to be okay."

Tears brim in your eyes, but you nod. "I trust you, Joel."

He smiles softly at you, leaning forward to press a kiss on your head before he reaches out and takes your injured arm's hand in his own. With a shaky breath, he asks, "Can you feel that?"

You nod with a sniffle.

"Good. That's good." He squeezes your hand gently. "And you feel that?"

Again, you nod.

He squeezes once more, meeting your eyes. "Still with me?"

Another nod.

Taking a breath, he squeezes for the third time, a nervous expression clouding his face.

It takes you a moment to process his confession as pain overwhelms you. But when you realise what he has said, everything stops hurting for a moment, and a relieved tear slips down your cheek.

He smiles weakly back at you.

And then he tugs.

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚,

"Almost there, sweetheart," Joel murmurs, his hand light on your back as he guides you through the blizzard, mindful of your delicate state. "I've got you."

Your injured arm is cradled in a makeshift sling, and a fresh bandage, fashioned from the same sheet, is carefully tied over your bullet wound. Despite the lingering pain, being with Joel feels like a balm to your soul, as if you're walking on air. The thought of being reunited with Ellie soon fills you with hope, giving you the strength to keep moving forward, despite the weariness weighing down your legs.

Every little noise puts you on edge, whether it's the howl of the wind or the thud of snow against a roof. But Joel is there, a reassuring presence, whispering words of comfort each time you tense up, trying to reach for a weapon and inadvertently causing yourself more pain.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay," Joel assures as you come to reach the last few houses on the road, the sight of horse prints visible in the snow-covered ground. "Look behind us; look around. There is no one here but us. No one is going to hurt you, I promise."

You look around nervously, seeing that he is right. You are simply overwhelmed by paranoia right now.

“No one is going to hurt you,” Joel repeats gently, a change from his usual tone but a welcome one. You've never felt safer.

You nod, scooting closer to him all the same.

The horse tracks lead up to the final house on the road, and Joel is grateful that Ellie followed his instructions this time.

He shuffles as slowly as you need up the short distance of the porch steps, and when you both reach the top and you begin to lose your ability to keep moving forward, he wraps your uninjured arm around his neck and keeps you moving. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, sweetheart. You’re just tired, that’s all. You’re going to rest as soon as we get inside, alright? Talk to me; let me know you’re still in there.”

“Still here..." you assure quietly, though your vision is beginning to blur and darkness is beginning to form in your peripherals.

“Atta girl, stay with me.” He presses a gentle hand over your ear and pushes the other to rest against his chest. He raises his voice, though muffled to you, as he kicks the front door as he has no hands free. “Ellie! Open up! It’s us!”

By the time the door opens, you are halfway through succumbing to the darkness.

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Seventeen Fic Recs Masterlist

♡All Members♡

Seventeen Taking Care of You on Your Period- @babyleostuff

How Seventeen Would Kiss Their S/O- @boosari

When He Thinks of You- @cheolism

How Seventeen Would Propose (F!Reader)- @sunnylovespickles

Reaction to Their S/O’s Grandma Hobbies- @fairyhaos

♱Units♱

Performance Unit as Times of Day- @i-aoba (link to reblog because OP deactivated :((( )

Vocal Unit with Your Cat- @babyleostuff (another absolute favorite 🥺🥰)

♡Individual Members♡

Whatever You Say (S.Coups x GN!Reader SMAU)- @thepixelelf

Holding You (Jeonghan x GN!Reader)- @synthetickitsune

You are My Kingdom (Jun x GN!Reader, Royalty AU)- @fairyhaos

Soonyoung x Library Worker (Hoshi x GN!Reader, College AU)- @wqnwoos

Shopping with Hoshi!- @etherealyoungk

[6:47] (Woozi x GN!Reader)- @hanniehaee

[16:33 PM] (Woozi x GN!Reader)- @fairyhaos

Mission: Return Jacket (DK x GN!Reader SMAU)- @feltednettles

Minghao Proposal Thoughts- @hanniedream

Gossip Session (Husband!Seungkwan x Reader, Dad AU)- @wooahaes

Mission Possible (Seungkwan x F!Reader, Elementary Teacher AU)- @thepixelelf

First Kiss with Seventeen- Seungkwan- @etherealyoungk

Seungkwan's Possessive/Protective Side- @wonwoosthetic

BF!Seungkwan Thoughts- @mickeyboos

Mutuals (Vernon x GN!Reader SMAU One-Shot)- @woozvc

Chan as Your Boyfriend- @frenshushutoast

Your First Kiss With Seventeen: Chan- @etherealyoungk

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons

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JEON WONWOO

my little gamer by @babyleostuff

crash by @babyleostuff

Lavender Tea & Honey by @onlymingyus

light a flame (smau) by @leewonkyeom

as sweet as peaches by @mickeyboos

Roommates with benefits by @shuaflix

Nameless by @twogyuu

Workplace crush by @icyminghao

of shys smiles and misunderstandings by @icyminghao

Cat and Mouse by @wonusite

Favourite by @wonusite

Dom!wonwoo by @multi-kpop-fanfics

love me tender…or maybe not: happily ever after by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Getting Closer by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Catnaps by @wheeboo

Catnaps (with you) by @wheeboo

12:10am by @wheeboo

First time crying during sex by @sunnylovespickles

ur still stupid idk(oneshot smau) by @hanggarae

badboy!wonwoo au by @etherealyoungk

ex bf!fuckbuddy!wonwoo by @teasteeper

9:03PM by @moonhoures

scrawled in sand by @toruro

[18:55] by @toruro

wonwoo bf texts by @wonuism

Step By Step by @sluttywoozi

“Heart & Seoul” Master List [M] by @milfgyuu

Way Back Home by @wongyuuu

wonwoo taking his anger out on you after losing a game by @sluttyminghao

meet cute of the century by @lovelyhan

Favorite poison by @lovelyhan

introduces me a good person (smau series) by @taeyegu

Amour-Haine & Co. by @wonwoosthetic

CAT DAD by @yikesmary

Oh Baby, You (smau series) by @thepixelelf

twisted fate by @smileysuh

comfort by @blue-jisungs

Bloodily Safe by @starlightxsvt

streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo by @hannieehaee

perv!wonwoo by @hannieehaee

badboy!wonwoo by @hannieehaee

badboy!wonwoo pt.2 by @hannieehaee

LOUD LEATHER & LOUD THOUGHTS by @bitchlessdino

take a chance by @wonwoonlight

lights out by @lavendermins

[1:23am] by @wonwoosidehoe

Coworker!Wonwoo by @highvern

to build a home: early mornings by @tomodachiii

to build a home: thinking of you, wherever you are & wherever i am by @tomodachiii

just let me hold you by @welcometomyoasis

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Happy to see you’re doing better♥️

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Terrifyingly Innocent [Seventeen]

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. Jihoon)

Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, mentions of minor character death, use of profanity, jihoon is in denial, unedited/not proofread (apologies for any grammatical and spelling errors - I write as I go and I don’t have a beta for this series . . .)

WC: ~3.3K

A/N: It’s 2AM WHOO LOL! Why do I always update at such a ridiculous time . . .? I’m so sorry for the delay and I apologize for this being a shorter chapter! The conflict/make-up scene is also super cringe because I struggle with writing these type of things - literally have no idea what I’m doing 😅 Alas, the angst still continues . . . We’ll get happiness soon - maybe in the next 2 chapters . . .? 🤡 

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“They were so obvious – I can’t believe you didn’t see it.”

Mingyu’s last words before he left echoed loud and clear in his ears as Jihoon sat, uneasy, in the love seat of your shared apartment. He replayed the conversation from the drive home from the club over and over again in his head, trying to piece together everything Mingyu told him, everything he saw, and everything he heard. It was . . . impossible, right? You and Seungcheol?

Jihoon shook his head, hissing in frustration. 

His best friend would never – he could never. 

And you?

You were out on your date with Jisoo this evening – the nice pre-med from the neighboring university. Hansol had spilled the beans all about your little crush after some bribing with tacos last year when you started working at the cafe. There was no way you’d garner feelings for Seungcheol out of all people. You didn’t dislike each other, but neither were you necessarily friendly with one another. He wasn’t your type and you weren’t his either. 

Unless?

No, no, no, no – no.

It was impossible. 

Jihoon glanced over at the digital clock hanging in your kitchen, reading 12:46AM. All this drama aside, he was starting to get anxious. You still weren’t home when he arrived. He had called Clara who wasn’t quite sure of your whereabouts either. Hansol was aloof that you were even out tonight. Mingyu was with Jihoon. Jihoon silently cursed himself for not asking you to give him Jisoo’s contact information before you left for your date. Not that he thought Jisoo would hurt you in any way, but you could never be too careful – you were his little sister after all. 

Yet, it wasn’t the thought of you being out with Jisoo that made him uneasy. It was the fact that he had called both you and Seungcheol, and neither of you answered your phones. Jihoon sent you probably hundreds of messages without any of them being read. Seungcheol’s message statuses were more or less the same. At this point, Jihoon was this close to driving over and barging into the man’s apartment himself. However, there was a piece of him that was afraid to go and see what he would find. 

Would he lose his best friend once and for all tonight if he left the solace of his apartment?

He didn’t want to. 

Not yet at least – he still wanted to believe there was a shard of good in Seungcheol because he was good. Jihoon wasn’t lying to Wonwoo earlier that evening. Seungcheol pouted a little too much, he was bratty sometimes and acted younger than he was supposed to be, and he was too affectionate for Jihoon’s liking (probably the result of being an only child with an emotionally constipated father), but Seungcheol had always been there for Jihoon when he needed him most. 

He recalled the week after his mother had passed and the funeral ceremony had wrapped up. Though no one knew, Jihoon had wept for hours in Seungcheol’s arms on the front porch of your family home. Up to that point, he had put on a stoic facade because Jihoon wanted to be strong for you and your father. As the eldest child, he always knew he had to be reliable, trustworthy, and a good role model for you. However, this responsibility seemed to inflate ten-fold in the absence of his mother. 

Jihoon was petrified. Jihoon was only a freshman in high school then who hardly knew anything about the world; aside from a few tantrums and angry spells, his childhood was nothing but happy and shielded from the cruelties of reality. What if he disappointed your father? What if he wasn’t a good enough older brother to you? What if you got bullied because you didn't have a mother anymore? What if you ran away and did drugs and found yourself in juvie? The burden weighed on his shoulders as the weeks proceeded, breaking his back the day after his mother was sent to the afterlife and buried away. Amidst all his inner turmoil, it was Seungcheol who lessened the weight of his world, voluntarily taking half onto his own shoulders. 

Sniffling and tired from all the crying, leaning against Seungcheol’s shoulders while the crickets chirped at night, Jihoon still remembered what his best friend had told him.

“You’re scared because you care and that is already more than enough, Jihoon. Your mother raised you well – I’ve seen it with my own eyes,” Seungcheol chuckled half-heartedly, “You need to live for yourself too, hm? She wouldn’t want you to be burdened like this – and hey, if you need a break, let me know and I’ll take care of Y/N for a day, chase all those boys with my guitar.”

But you see, the thing about Seungcheol is that it didn’t stop there. His words of reassurance weren’t flowery nor were they never empty promises – at least when it came to Jihoon. Because when Seungcheol saw that Jihoon was too strict with you, he was there to slow him down. Because when Jihoon did want to just spend a day playing baseball with Mingyu without worrying that you’d be kidnapped on your way home, Seungcheol would be there to pick you up from tennis practice. Because Seungcheol saw how much Jihoon loved music, Seungcheol pushed him to change his major from business half-way through university.

Tonight, Jihoon didn’t want to lose his best friend, let alone over you, so he chose to stay home instead. Searching his drawers for his pajamas, Jihoon opted to go to bed and rest, quiet the loud thoughts rattling his brain. Perhaps, he’ll wake up and things will be back to normal. 

The spring weather unfolding outside of Seungcheol’s apartment reflected your feelings this late morning: gray. 

Though the sun peeked through, its usual blue was muddled with seemingly light, yet heavy clouds. A soft wind must be passing through, ruffling the nearly bare branches of the trees in the park across the street. A few sprout of green dotted each tree.

With your umpteenth heavy sigh for the morning, you shifted your legs out from under you and twisted to rest your back against the couch. Instantly, you regret the decision as the coldness of your wet hair, pressed between your back and the couch, seeped through the fabric of yours (Seungcheol’s) t-shirt. You leaned your head over the top edge of the couch, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut. 

Just how did you end up in this predicament?

You went through the facts like flashcards in your mind. 

One, you walked out on Jisoo in the middle of a date that he asked you on. 

Two, adrenaline rushing through your veins, your last piece of logic sent you on a bus, home to yours and Jihoon’s apartment. However, inches from the front entrance, you turned back around and hailed a cab to Seungcheol’s apartment. 

And three, you agreed to sleep with Seungcheol – the dirty deed this time. 

Did you regret it? Certainly not. 

But were you prepared to deal with the consequences that would come after? Certainly not. 

You were full-on anticipating Seungcheol to throw you out of his apartment the minute he woke up – not for him to confess to you.

He was falling for you, and he said it with so much conviction and sincerity, it was starting to terrify you. Could you love him the same?

Your anxious musing was interrupted by the soft clearing of his throat. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of him, perking up in your seat. Seungcheol lingered at the edge of the short hallway, leaning forward against the wall. Similarly, water clung to his hair and the fresh scent of his lavender wash wafted in the air around him. He had just finished his shower; Seungcheol had teasingly asked you about showering together before you rolled out of bed, but you had quickly refused, opting to go first then him, as if he didn’t see you bare already. 

Seungcheol gave you a small smile, and though it once soothed you, your heart rate picked up and your stomach did flips – and not the good kind. Rather than greeting him with the same warm smile, you shot up from the couch, soreness radiating up your legs from last night’s activities, accompanying your rapid movement. 

Before Seungcheol could say anything, you quickly managed to spit out, “I-I’ll get going. S-sorry.”

Your eyes quickly flitted to the ground before you, maneuvering your way around the glass coffee table, hoping to zip past him. It was illogical truly – your purse was laying somewhere in the kitchen, your clothes strewn across his room. You were literally about to walk out in sneakers and an oversized t-shirt that barely covered your ass. However, you were lovesick, yet scared – there was no room for logic this morning. You left that behind long ago yesterday evening when you opted to come here in the first place. 

Just as you reached the entryway, your sneakers inches away from your toes, one side pointed towards the door, the other laying perpendicular and upside down, Seungcheol’s firm arm found its way around your shoulders, the other holding you by the waist as he pulled you into him. The curve of your back met his chest, his cheeks nuzzled into the nape of your neck. 

“Don’t go,” he whispered. You felt a soft squeeze along your waist. “Stay – for a little bit, at least. Let’s talk.”

Your breathing grew unsteady, unsure if you should feel giddy or scared for what’s to come. You coughed up an excuse – his excuse. “J-Jihoon?”

Immediately, you felt Seungcheol shaking his head back and forth along your t-shirt. “Just us, you and me. We can deal with Jihoon later.”

A small breath of relief escaped your lips as you let your eyes fall shut and allowed yourself to lean into Seungcheol a little more. Maybe the idea of being more wasn’t so foreign anymore. Automatically, he pulled in closer, planting a kiss along the junction of your neck and your shoulder to better soothe you. Silence enveloped the two of you as you basked in the small moment of comfort amidst the chaos of your situation right now. 

“Please,” Seungcheol whispered, his breath fanning over your collarbone. You squirmed slightly in his hold as it sent shivers up your spine. “Let’s stop ignoring what’s really going on here.”

At this, you spun around in his hold to face him. You peered into his round dark eyes, glistening with optimism, a tint of fret framing his irises. Seungcheol’s eyes held nothing but adoration for you – the thought of losing you right here, right now, today made him fearful. As he had told Wonwoo, you had brought a sense of calm and stability into his life that he never knew he wanted. The turbulence to come if you left him was something he didn’t want to know. 

Mindlessly, your hand wandered up his arm, over his broad shoulder, up his neck, landing on his soft cheek. Seungcheol leaned into your touch immediately, though his teeth tugged at this bottom lip. It was unexpected, but the kiss you planted on his lips, much softer than the one you gave him last night in roughly the same spot, was very much welcomed.

“Okay,” was all you replied with. 

And that was enough to make him feel relieved at that moment. Taking you by the hand, he led you back to the couch. You settled into the love seat, expecting Seungcheol to let you be; however, his hand never left yours, opting to brush your knuckles gently instead. 

Truthfully, Seungcheol didn’t know how to start this conversation; he ran several sentence starters and scenarios in his head, but nothing seemed quite right. Nonetheless, he knew it needed to happen – now more than ever. He couldn’t let you leave, thinking you were only another one of his “victims” when he was head over heels for you. And it wasn’t only for the two of you, but everyone else around you: Jihoon, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and heck, even Hansol and Clara who seemed clueless to the whole ordeal. 

For that reason, the first few words that spilled from his cherry lips seemed less intimidating than the scenes of you running out in tears that he’d prepared himself for in his head.  

“I,” he started, dragging out the single syllable. He scooted closer to you, tightening his hold on your delicate fingers. “I’m falling for you.”

I know, you wanted to tell him, but you held your tongue, knowing he had more to say.  He told you the same thing this morning.

Seungcheol held his breath and watched you, searching your face for any signs of hesitancy. As different as you and Jihoon were, you both had the shared characteristic of having the best poker faces. Your face was stoic, only innocently peering at him, the slightest dip in the space between your brows. 

When you didn’t answer, Seungcheol frowned and repeated himself. “I’m falling for you, Y/N. I . . . like you – a lot and for real.”

Yet, still no response. 

Were you hesitant? Did you not trust him?

An exasperated sigh leaving his lips, Seungcheol dipped his head into your chest, arms now wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You were stunned, but let his body engulf yours nonetheless. Your soft chuckle felt like soothing music to his ears, offering him some level of relief and comfort. 

“I’m sorry,” Seungcheol continued, burying himself deeper in you as if you weren’t already close enough. “Sincerely, truly, genuinely, cross my heart and hope to die – I’m so sorry for pushing you away.” He pulled away from you, pushing himself up by his forearms. “I never meant to hurt you or make you doubt yourself – me, us. I was scared, and I still am.”

The way your heart sank at his last words was evident. The space between your brows crinkled further, tears ripping your lower waterline. Your heart was more fragile than ever – the flick of a pin could shatter it at this point. How could he be so kind, cuddling you like this, yet simultaneously so cruel? It’s not like he insulted you admitting his fears; nonetheless, the truth still hurts. 

“I was scared,” Seungcheol started to explain, his voice soft and careful, as if he knew what was weighing on your mind all this time and knew to be gentle. “Of my feelings – my true feelings. But it’s weird, you know?” he chuckled breathlessly, “It’s not like you brought chaos to my life or anything. Fake dating is wild in any story, but ours . . . ours was calm, steady . . . stable. Yet, my mind was scattered and my heart was torn.

Because . . . we were so . . . different, a-and I promised Jihoon . . . You were also so infatuated with Jisoo. So I thought: What if I wasn’t enough for you? What if I was too much for you? Was I too wild? Did we make sense? Would I ruin you when I like you just the way you are?”

Slowly, Seungcheol pulled back from your embrace, still not letting go of you, but giving himself an opportunity to see if his words made any impact on you. The corner of his lips twitched up, the faintest sight of the dimple on his left cheek showing. “But it doesn’t change that I still like you,” the back of his fingers grazed along your temple, “I mean it when I say I’m falling for you.”

Silence, then a beat.

“You have to tell me how you feel too for this to work out, love,” Seungcheol said to you in a low voice. He smiled sadly, an equally melancholic chortle accompanying it. He ran his thumb down the space between your brows as if to smoothen the wrinkle, letting it glide down your nose before they brushed gently across your lips. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Mustering up all the courage from the crevices of your body, you forced yourself to look at him finally, again met with nothing but love and despair. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking away from him once more before returning your gaze to meet his own. You could only hope, he could read your eyes as well as you could read his, as internally, you longed for him, wanting to shout your confession over a cliff of a mountain valley and have it echo it back to you. 

“ I’m . . . scared I’m falling for you too,” you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn’t hold his stare any longer, for some reason, embarrassment flooding your veins. Heat warmed your cheeks; too ashamed to look at him minutes after your own confession, yet you still sought solace in Seungcheol, launching yourself into his chest; now it was you burying yourself in him. Your hands clasped behind him, eyes squeezed tight, wishing you’d just disappear into Seungcheol. You heard another chortle, the small laugh echoing through his chest before he adjusted his grip on you to hold you tighter. 

“It seems we were both scared, hm?” Seungcheol hummed. 

You only nodded in reply. 

He planted a gentle kiss on the crown of your head, his lips brushing softly across your temple. “But . . . I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want to be fake anymore.”

You held your breath as Seungcheol rubbed soothing circles into the small of your back. 

“How does that sound to you?” Seungcheol muttered. “Let’s make this . . . real.”

Because it was the truth. 

Maybe, Seungcheol was still scared. 

Maybe he was nervous for the two of you to be “real.”  

However, he wanted it to be real – not that his feelings and gestures towards you these past six months were fake. 

He wanted to know what it was like to love you loudly and quietly, and everything in between. He wanted to know the thrill of picking you up and dropping you off inside the cafe in front of Jisoo, instead of the street corner. He didn’t want to think twice about kissing you in front of your older brother. He wanted to hold your hand comfortably and proudly, knowing you were genuinely his.

Choi Seungcheol wanted you and only you, and as naïve as he knew it was, perhaps he wanted you for as long as he lived. And it made his heart swell knowing perhaps you wanted the same. 

But there was also the possibility he was wrong, and he didn’t realize this until you pulled away from his embrace, your arms falling limp and pooling in the space between him and you. 

“Can you wait for me?” you asked suddenly, your voice just as quiet as before. 

It was not Seungcheol’s turn to be heartbroken, cracks forming in his heart like a dam worn by the rush of water. “Wait?”

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and nodded slowly. 

He frowned. “What do you mean ‘wait’?”

Did you break the news gently to him or did you do it fast like a band-aid on an old wound?

You chose the latter. 

“I got accepted to a study abroad program in Greece,” you explained, carefully watching his face twist, a frown lacing his face. Though he knew he should probably be happy for you, he couldn't hide his disappointment, pressing his lips into a thin line, his chin crinkling.

Seungcheol’s heart sank knowing where this was going. You had never mentioned Greece to him, or anyone in your circle before. He's been around, friends with your friends now - he would've heard. Where was all this coming from? So sudden?

“I’m leaving in August.”

#seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #scoups x reader #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scoups #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #scoups fluff #scoups angst

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

30 Minutes — @ourautumn86

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings — @hope-drunk

Babymama!Abby — @bayasdulce

Boxer!Abby x GF!Reader — @lillysbigwilly

Guiding Light (Lost At Sea) — @heavenbloom

Meeting Abby At A Club — @astro-ellie

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Modern!Abby HCs — @darlingmisa

How Abby proposes To You (Modern AU) — @abbysdruidess

Making Out w/ Abby — @millersaurora

Resuscitate — @loaksky

HCs About Married Life With Abby — @abbysdruidess

Handcuffed by Dom!Abby — @millersaurora

Basketball!Abby — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

College!Abby HCs — @cowgirlcherrie

Rockstar!Abby — @elsfairy

Dating Abby HCs — @sugarbag

ELLIE WILLIAMS

SFX Artist!Reader x Streamer!Ellie HCs — @elliesmainhoe

One Last Time — @ellieslovergirl

I Win — @bonnevia

If I’m So Special, Why Am I A Secret? ⎢ What’s Mine, You’ll Miss. — @angvlita

Pervy!Neighbor!Els Teaching Innocent!Reader Guitar — @strawberryjamheart

NSFW Alphabet — @hundredandsix

Enemies to Angry Sex — @elliesflwrgirl

Random Ellie Blurb  — @valentinetexas

Babysitting Gig — @lunels

The Hard Way ⎢ Pt. 2 — @totheblood

Western Nights — @lolasimms

Meddle About — @vitentia

ELLABS

3Some — @eroseas

Where The Flowers Bloom ⎢ 2 — @elsfleur

Okay, So. The Jail AU. — @elsweetheart

This Is What Makes Us Girls ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @lolasimms

Reader Fucks Around And Finds Out — @angelanderson

Pool Party — @bellaramslover

Roommate w/ Benefits — @abbysvictim

Welcome to Jackson ⎢ Part Two — @misscaitvi

JOEL MILLER

Iris — @cowgurrrl

Hayloft  — @cowgurrrl

Brooklyn Baby — @cowgurrrl

As It Was — @cowgurrrl

Yo Gotti — @cowgurrrl

Natant — @din-miller

Orange Crush — @tieronecrush

Apothecary ⎢ 9 — @atinylittlepain

For Her ⎢ For Pleasure ⎢ For Protection — @wardenparker + absurdthirst

Good Girl — @valentinetexas

Picture — @softlyspector

Stranger Than A Stranger — @proxima-writes

Cruel — @notjustjavierpena

Fair Grounds For Love — @jobean12-blog

The Darkest Little Paradise — @morning-star-joy

A Wound That Never Heals — @toxic-seduction

DBF!Joel Worshiping Shy!Reader— @inkedells

Dead Weight Part III — @lovers-liability

Too Cold (Platonic)(+ Tommy Miller)— @prentissluvr

Joel x Wife!Reader — @forever-rogue

Like Rabbits Blinded By The Light — @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Heavy Metal Drummer — @cowgurrrl

Enemies to Lovers — @fooled-around-and-fell

Not a Survivalist Girl Part 4 — @chaotic-mystery + tightjeansjavi

Masked Up — @soullumii

Cat Scratch Fever — @soullumii

Pretty Prey — @cavillscurls

Only You, Only Me — @wonwoosthetic

What Never Left Us — @bi-writes

Tennessee Whiskey — @cowgurrrl

Starving — @jrrmint

#navigation

[yeritheloml]

svt fic recos

all of these fics are 18+. minors please stay out. read at your own risks.

genres: all of there are smut  

fics under the cut

##. seungcheol !!

jealousy - @creamiecoups

cat got your tongue? - @venerex

always better - @venerex

all for you - @gfcheol

What you do best - @hoshgyu

your girlfriend - @venerex (scoups x f!reader, jeonghan x reader)

don’t be bratty - @hotgirlminghao (scoups x f!reader x jeonghan)

##. jeonghan !! 

how to give a blowjob (and other things) for dummies - @multihoe-net​

13:04 - @peachybun-bun​

your girlfriend - @venerex (scoups x f!reader, jeonghan x reader)

angel - @venerex (jeonghan x f!reader, joshua x reader)

don’t be bratty - @hotgirlminghao (scoups x f!reader x jeonghan)

##. joshua !!

movie night - @venerex

this brat - @peachybun-bun

Quiet time - @number1mingyustan

dessert for breakfast - @husbandhoshi​

angel - @venerex (jeonghan x f!reader, joshua x reader)

such a brat - @peachybun-bun (mingyu, joshua x fem!reader)

hush - @peachybun-bun  (mingyu, joshua x fem!reader)

rough day - @peachybun-bun (joshua x fem!reader x vernon)

##. jun !!

a picnic in the woods - @sapphichui

12:42 am - @sapphichui

They’ll See - @trash-hours

and then some - @hotgirlmingyu @hotgirlwonwoo

daddy!jun teasing you with a vibrator in public - @nsfwhao​

Thank You - @peachybun-bun (minghao x fem!reader x jun)

##. hoshi !!

Home;Run - @number1mingyustan 

high-rise - @hotgirlwonwoo

Mirror mirror on the wall - @hotgirlminghao

Tie me up - @hotgirlminghao

sick day - @husbandhoshi

calling him daddy - @jeongwife​

##. wonwoo !! 

the pixie - @fairiewonu

untitled - @berrryshortcake

Cat got your tongue? - @number1mingyustan

look at me - @peachybun-bun

untitled smut 38 & 52 - @wonwoosthetic

jealous wonwoo - @husbandhoshi

Worship you - @heartofasunflower

class project - @smileysuh (frat wonwoo & frat mingyu x fem!reader)

can i buy you a drink - @97-liners (dom!wonwoo x sub!fem!reader x sub!mingyu)

First time - @hotgirlminghao (wonwoo x mingyu x reader)

morning coffee - @gyoobies (mingyu x fem!reader x wonwoo)

##. jihoon !! 

brat - @venerex

needy - @universecorp

possessive!jihoon + studio sex - @jeongwife

sucking him off in the studio - @jeongwife

piercings - @hotgirlminghao

sounds of love - @heartofasunflower​

untitled - @meltwonu​

##. minghao !!

Art - @peachybun-bun

de-stressing you with oral - @nsfwhao

being bratty while he’s working - @jeongwife

not letting him touch you - @jeongwife

cockwarming - @jeongwife​

Thank You - @peachybun-bun (minghao x fem!reader x jun)

Two is better than one - @hotgirlminghao (mingyu x minghao x reader)

##. mingyu !! 

bad boy - @haoluvr

lilac lace - @starlightxsvt

easy to love - @husbandhoshi

its all fun games - @dontflailmenow

eat, baby - @peachybun-bun

Quiet, please - @berrryshortcake

What were you dreaming about? - @hoshgyu

study buddies - @hotgirlwonwoo

take it off - @hotgirlwonwoo

Jealous roommate - @hotgirlminghao​

covering your mouth while he fucks you - @nsfwhao​

jealous fwb!mingyu - @nsfwhao​

class project - @smileysuh (frat wonwoo & frat mingyu x fem!reader)

such a brat - @peachybun-bun (mingyu, joshua x fem!reader)

hush - @peachybun-bun  (mingyu, joshua x fem!reader)

can i buy you a drink - @97-liners (dom!wonwoo x sub!fem!reader x sub!mingyu)

First time - @hotgirlminghao (wonwoo x mingyu x reader)

Two is better than one - @hotgirlminghao (mingyu x minghao x reader)

morning coffee - @gyoobies (mingyu x fem!reader x wonwoo)

##. seokmin !!  

night at the office - @haoluvr

untitled - @onlyseokmins

cold hands, warm heart - @onlyseokmins

late night drives - @dinosbestie

good for you - @peachybun-bun

sugar daddy!seokmin and fingering - @jeongwife​

ceo!seokmin - @jeongwife​

##. seungkwan !! 

stress relief - @hotgirlminghao

mornings with you - @hotgirlminghao

kitchen sex - @boos3ungkwan 

silent library - @multienthusiast

##. vernon !!

dirty reflection - @hotgirlwonwoo

goodnight n go - @hotgirlvernon

something new - @hotgirlminghao

distracting you from studying - @nsfwhao​

rough day - @peachybun-bun (joshua x fem!reader x vernon)

mutually exclusive (mini-series)

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

##. dino !!

dreams do come true - @idyllic-ghost  

dreams do come true: the aftermath (fluff) - @idyllic-ghost

beach day - @jeongwife

wicked games - @hotgirlmingyu

bitchless - @milfgyuu​

Series (OT13)

no nut november - @hotgirlmingyu, @hotgirlwonwoo, @hotgirlminghao​ & @hotgirlvernon​

when a stupid bet goes way farther than it should 

prologue

part one (mingyu)

part two (vernon)

part three (wonwoo)

part four (minghao)

epilogue 

SUGAR SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE | 95 line sugar daddy au - @starlightxsvt

lover (seungcheol)

playboy (jeonghan)

gentleman (joshua)

SVTHUB 

hyung line masterlist

maknae line masterlist

enjoy reading besties!

#svt #svt x reader #seventeen #svt smut #seventeen smut #seungcheol x reader #scoups smut #seungcheol #jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #hong joshua #joshua x reader #joshua smut #junhui #junhui x reader #junhui smut #hoshi #soonyoung #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung smut #hoshi smut #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #woozi #jihoon #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader

[peterhollandkait]

Brothers in Arms - An Everything I Know Leads Me Back to You Drabble

Part 2.1 Brothers in Arms

Pairing: platonic!Frankie Morales x platonic!Benny Miller

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, PTSD, medication withdrawals

WC: ~500 words

Summary: Following their jungle escapades, Frankie struggles to shave. Benny lends a helping hand.

A/N: This is dedicated to the lovely @spookyxsam who gave me this incredibly wonderful idea. Thank you sooo much darling! I had such a fun time writing this!

Once back in his hotel room, away from Will’s prying eyes, Frankie headed to the bathroom. He tossed his days old clothes in the corner of the small room and turned the shower on as hot as it could go. He deposited his hat in the sink and tried not to look at himself in the mirror, scared of what he might see if he did.

He climbed into the tiled shower, breathing in the steam as he stood under the stream of scalding water. He didn’t move for a few minutes, wanting to savor the luxury he had sorely missed.

Frankie stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, washing his hair and body twice to rid himself of the filth. He rubbed his skin raw the second time around, hoping to scrub away the memories along with the dirt, to no avail.

When he got out of the shower, his body felt like it was on fire. His hands were trembling, something that hadn’t gone away since the withdrawal had taken over a week ago. He tugged on his hair, eyes staring at himself in the mirror. He wanted it gone, all gone. 

He tried to pick up the disposable razor he had grabbed, but his hands were shaking so intensely that he couldn’t get a good hold on it. Anger coursed through him, making him pick up the bar of hand soap and toss it at the shower, watching as it shattered into several pieces. 

At least he could still break things.

He was weak. Playing soldier had damaged him more than he already was, sending him into a cycle of unrelenting suffering. 

He looked away from the mirror, ashamed of what he had become.

Before he could spiral further, a knock sounded from the door, Benny announcing his presence. “Fish? How’re you doing man?”

“O-one sec,” he called out, stumbling over to his bed to pull on a pair of boxers before opening the door. 

His unruly wet hair dripped a continuous stream of water down his shoulders and chest, eyes bloodshot as he peered at his friend. Benny took one look at his appearance and gently pushed his way past the older man. 

“How can I help?”

Within minutes, Benny had Frankie sitting on the toilet lid as he smothered shaving cream over his friend’s jaw. In a series of careful movements, free hand holding Frankie’s head still, Benny helped him shave. No words were shared between them, only a mutual appreciation for the other told between looks. 

When he was finished, Benny wiped the excess cream from his face, applied some soothing lotion to his jaw, and helped him to the edge of the bed. 

“Thank you,” Frankie whispered, nodding at his friend appreciatively.

“Anything for you, brother.”

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