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monstersflashlight · 4 months ago

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Patreon Commission for anon

Request: Twin aliens with four arms x fem reader. For the most part full creative freedom for the story. There are just two things to have: breeding kink and within the alien community mates has been a myth but after spending time with reader and in a moment a danger their eyes turn completely one color and they realize reader is their mate. Feel free to add anything else that you want.

A/N: For easier reading and simpler writing, I named the two alien twins. Enjoy!

Two aliens, eight hands

Alien (Xyph) and Alien (Juni) x fem!reader || breeding, soulmates, oral sex, double penetration, dirty talk (lowkey), sharing is caring

You expected a lot of things working on a spaceship, but definitely not wanting to bang two twins. But good goddess if they aren’t the most amazing aliens you’d ever seen. Big and blue, four arms, tall as a tree and with skin so shiny they looked like porcelain. But for some reason, instead of making them weird, it only made them hotter. You had been carrying the biggest crush on them both since you arrived, and by the way they acted towards you… maybe it wasn’t as one-sided as you thought.

They’ve saved you. You were about to die, the big alien about to squeeze you until you were nothing but mashed human in their stomach… But they saved you. Your two amazing and fucking hot as hell coworkers. You are ready to fall to your knees and tell them how fucking grateful you are, how amazing they were and maybe even profess your undying love for them.

Maybe they weren’t into sharing, but as far as you have read, it was normal in their species to share partners…

But before you can say anything about it, you look up and let out a high pitched screech. “Why are your eyes like that?” Juni’s eyes are completely green. Solid moss green.

“Like what?” Juni asks, alarmed.

Xyph stares at him like he just grew a second head. “Your eyes are solid…” The amazement in his voice was almost palpable. You look between them with enough confusion to bury multiple bodies.

“What?” Juni turned to look at his brother, just in time to see that his eyes were also a solid color. Deep ocean blue. Freaky, but hot. “Yours, too, brother!” He exclaims it as if it’s something to be happy about, as if it’s the best news he’s ever received. What the fuck...

“I thought it was a myth…” Xyph lets out in a whisper, looking at you with enough heat to warm your entire body inside and out.

“What was a myth?” You cut them, confused by their sudden change of subject. You can feel their eyes in your body, checking out every inch of it, and making your blood boil in a horny way. Why were they so fucking handsome and looking at you like they wanted to eat you for fuck’s sake.

“We… I…” Xyph tries, but his voice stutters, looking at his brother for help.

“You are our mate,” he says it as if that’s supposed to mean something to you, but when you look at them with the same level of confusion, Juni chuckles. “I guess that means nothing to you. Okay, so…”

And then they tell you about how mates were supposed to be a myth. How there thought it wasn’t even possible that you existed. They felt the attraction to you stronger than they ever felt, but they were unsure humans could feel it back. They told you about the legends of mates being perfect for each other, about how you were supposed to be their forever partner… And you tried to remain calm and not climb them like trees.

“Okay,” you say when they finish explaining. They look at you with surprise again, and you have to contain a giggle.

“You… You need to understand that this is not a one time thing. We are talking about eternity. Your lifespan will be matched with ours. You will live a very long time with us. You will be our mate, our perfect match, for hundreds of human years.” Xyph sounds like he’s trying to convince you about something, but you are done. You want them, you have always wanted them, and knowing that you are their mate only adds to that desire, to that boiling need inside you.

“Okay…” You repeat, slowly this time. “So now what?” You really, really hope that the next step involves naked aliens and dicks pounding into your holes.

“We should claim you,” he confirms your suspicions. Your pussy is already tingly, and the confirmation that they are going to claim you only make it harder for you to focus. Your clothes feel too tight, your pussy too needy, you need to get naked and there should be two dicks inside of you. Any hole is a goal right now.

“Okay,” you tell them for the third time. You need to get naked ASAP. “Get naked,” you almost order.

Juni gasps as Xyph opens his eyes as much as possible. “Okay? You want that? You want… You want to be with us? With both of us?” Their faces are so confused you can’t hold back your laugh.

“Dude, have you seen you? You are hella hot, and there’s TWO OF YOU! Who would say no to that?” They look at you with equal smirks, but then you realize it almost feels like you only want them for their body, and add: “Also… I might be a bit in love with you two…” You confess, looking to the floor, shy all of sudden.

They don’t give you enough time to react, launching at you and claiming your mouth in turns until you don’t know who you are kissing. Not that you care, you are too focused on the way their forked tongue feels inside your mouth, the way their soft alien lips feel almost slippery against your human ones. It’s the best kiss (kisses?) you’ve ever had, and you can get enough. You pull at their hair, grab their necks and maybe even accidentally scratch some throats as you alternate your kisses, giving them enough attention. There’s hands everywhere, eight of them playing with you, touching you everywhere, and you can’t stop moaning.

You are so focused on kissing that you don’t realize they have torn your clothes off and got naked themselves. The second you pull away to breathe and look at their naked bodies in all their glory, your pussy gushes, and you are almost sure you are dripping down your legs. But again, you don’t care, because there’s too amazing alien dicks in front of you, and you have too available hands…

When you close your hands around their shafts, they groan in unison, making you moan in response, the symphony of your passion driving you into a frenzy of heat.

“Please…,” you whisper, not fully knowing who or what you are asking. But they do. They know perfectly well how to share you…

You find yourself on your back, Juni between your legs and Xyph kneeling next to your head. Some of their hands are on their own dicks, the rest exploring and teasing your body until you are breathless and needy. They are teasing your pussy and mouth with the tip. You shiver, opening your mouth to beg again.

But as soon as your mouth is open, Xyph is pushing his tip inside. You moan around him, his salty taste making you crave more, sucking him down as you help him jerk the part of his shaft that you can’t fit in your mouth. He moans and groans over you, whispering sweet nothings as if he’s chanting some kind of plea. He looks ethereal with his head thrown back in ecstasy… And you can’t get enough. You swallow around him, humming around his shaft and making him scream.

You pull back to tease him, but Juni chooses that moment to push his dick into your pussy. You scream his name, looking down in time to see him rub your clit with his thumb as he pushes and pushes until he’s so deep you can feel him in your chest. His hands are grabbing your butt and his free one is on your hip. It’s exhilarating and better than any dick you’ve ever tried (including the dildo of his species you bought).

Juni starts a slow pace, and you take Xyph back into your mouth, working your tongue around his tip until he’s whimpering your name, and Juni is going faster, harder… You moan around the dick in your mouth, and that only makes Juni go harder.

“I’m going to fill you so much you are going to be leaking my come for days, darling.” Juni tells you, your eyes rolling back into your head, the dick in your mouth twitching at the words. “Would you like that? Do you want to be so full of my come you can feel me for days shooting deep inside?” You moan, unable to respond as Juni pounds into you harder, faster.

Your brain short circuits, your whole body feeling electrified as Xyph pinches one of your nipples and pushes further into your throat. Two of his hands are holding your head, but the other two are playing with your nipples until your pussy is gushing around Juni.

Juni lets out a series of curses and you he finds the exact point where your brain short circuits and your body is sent into oblivion when the first orgasm washes over your body. Moaning around the dick in your mouth as Xyph pulls back until only the tip is resting against your tongue and your pussy is fluttering around Juni’s length. He moans your name, and you feel the first shot of come inside of you. It feels divine.

He pulls back and so does Xyph, moving until they are shoulder to shoulder and staring down at your tired form. “Your pussy looks so good all stretched and leaking my come… I think I’m going to keep you like that forever.” Juni’s words make you whimper, and you try to close your legs, but they keep them open, a finger (you don’t know who’s) pushes some of the leaking come back inside, and you moan again.

“Don’t be greedy, brother… It’s my turn,” Xyph says it in a tone that makes your whole body tremble, low and gruff and exactly like you feel sex should sound like.

You whimper when he slips his wet dick inside your stretched hole, starting a punishing pace that makes you chant his name. Juni helps himself to your boobs, kissing and sucking, marking you until they feel tender and your pussy is squeezing spasmodically around Xyph’s dick.

“I’m going to breed you so deep everyone who smells you will know who you belong to.” His words are enough to send you over the edge again. And Xyph is not far behind, pushing himself as far as he can go and releasing inside of you until you feel so full there might be a bulge in your lower abdomen. But you can’t look, your eyes can barely stay open, your body completely spent.

“Sleep now, mate… We’ll protect you,” Juni whispers, kissing your forehead.

But then Xyph adds: “We’ll fill you again when you wake up.” You chuckle at his words, but it sounds barely like a huff, too tired and spent to even laugh. With his promise, you slip into the dream-world, pussy full and heart content.

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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junie please take your time, but i’m going to continue to send in requests!! more osc and reader getting into it when she starts randomly bleeding due to a flare up and she’s incredibly embarrassed but he cleans her up and at the end of the night they just do some cock warming, her just wanting him close to her

-🧸

little blood never hurt nobody🩸

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: reader experiences bleeding during sex, feels embarrassed, but oscar comforts her with gentle aftercare and closeness.

warnings: BLOOD, pcos flare-up, soft smut, cockwarming, oscar being perfect, “you didn’t ruin anything” energy

A/N: NOT PROOF READ. this happened to me mid-make out one time. the boy was not so nice 😃 ENJOY MY LOVELY!!! ❤️

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it starts like any other night, slow and sweet and a little needy.

oscar’s mouth is warm on your skin, his hands steady as they trace down your waist, your hips, your thighs. you’re not rushing. you never do, not with him. everything’s quiet, your shared hotel room dim and peaceful, the sheets already rumpled beneath you.

his voice is low when he says it. “can i?”

you nod, already breathless. you love when he asks, even when he knows the answer. and god, you want him. badly. the kind of want that burns in your chest and settles heavy between your legs, all ache and longing.

but as he slides inside you, gentle and slow, you feel it—just a pinch. not pain, exactly. just pressure. a weird kind of fullness that feels… off.

you try to ignore it. you’re used to weirdness like this. flare-ups happen. sometimes your body misbehaves at the worst possible time.

but a few minutes in, oscar stilling deep inside you, you feel it. wetness. not the kind you want.

your heart drops.

“wait,” you whisper, voice suddenly tight.

he pulls back instantly, eyes searching your face. “what’s wrong?”

you blink fast, already feeling it between your thighs. shit. “i think i’m bleeding.”

he pauses. “you’re…?”

you nod, heart racing, eyes wide. “i didn’t think i was about to. i didn’t feel it earlier. i—fuck, i’m sorry.”

you move to sit up, to scramble away and fix it before he can see anything, but oscar’s already stopping you. his hands are gentle but firm, holding you still. “hey,” he says softly. “it’s okay. just—wait a sec.”

“i didn’t know,” you mumble, eyes stinging now. “it’s probably a flare up. i wasn’t expecting it.”

he brushes hair out of your face. “baby. it’s fine.”

“it’s not fine, i—i made a mess, i ruined the—”

“no, you didn’t.” he kisses your cheek. then your shoulder. then your collarbone. “you didn’t ruin anything. it’s not your fault.”

“but—”

“you think i care about a little blood?” he asks. “you’re in pain and worried and trying to apologize for something you can’t control. come on.”

you go quiet.

he kisses you again, softer this time, and then disappears into the bathroom. you hear the sink, the soft rustle of towels, and then he’s back, helping you gently out of bed.

“you don’t have to do this,” you say quietly, but he just shakes his head.

“yes, i do.”

he helps you clean up, careful and quiet, never making a face, never making it weird. he presses a kiss to your shoulder every time you start to say sorry again. tells you to stop apologizing. tells you he’s okay. more importantly—tells you you’re okay.

he changes the sheets after, tucks you back into the fresh ones, then slides into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

your body still aches. your stomach’s cramping now, deep and annoying. your lower back is tight.

you curl into his chest, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “can i…?” you whisper. “just for a bit?”

he knows what you’re asking.

he kisses your forehead. “yeah. of course.”

you guide him back inside you, slowly, carefully. it still aches a little, but it’s different this time—warm, grounding, comforting. he doesn’t move. just holds you there, his forehead against yours, breathing in time with you.

you feel full, but not overwhelmed. close, but not smothered.

his thumb brushes your hip. “better?”

you nod, already calmer. “yeah. thank you.”

“always,” he says softly. “you can ask me for anything.”

you close your eyes, and just breathe.

THE END :>

#formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 x reader #op81 fluff #op81 x you #op81 x y/n #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #op81 smut #op81 fic #op81 #op81 mcl #oscar piastri #supportive oscar piastri #oscar piastri boyfriend #oscar piastri fic

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ikeukiss · 3 months ago

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WITCHING HOUR | 최연준

⟢ PAIRING: choi yeonjun x fem!reader ⟢ WORD COUNT: 3.8K ⟢ GENRE: smut, hints of comedy and fluff ⟢ TAGS: witch!reader, wizard!yeonjun, sexual tension, oral (f receiving), bondage elements, backshots, protected sex ⟢ SYNOPSIS: Like magical elements, you do your usual push and pull with Yeonjun until one night when it's almost too much to avoid him any longer, and it makes you wonder why you stayed away from him in the first place. -ˋˏ✄┈┈ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Originally written for a group I no longer follow or write for, so I thought why not remake it with lovely Junie boy? Not a lot has changed from the original except the introduction, since I am happy with it for the most part!

For a powerful witch, you feel weaker than you’ve ever felt whenever a certain boy stands too close to you. The girls in your family are from an established bloodline, built on the bones of what younger witches and warlocks could only wish to be, and yet Choi Yeonjun seems to tap a nerve that tears every part of the symbols of your family’s foundation to pieces. Strength, control, independence. All gone with the simplest trail of his eyes along your skin.

Like now. Putting books back on their shelves should be a simple task; it’s what you’re supposed to do in Soobin’s store. Both mortals and magical folk often stroll through and leave behind copies they contemplated buying for a millisecond, just for you or another coworker to put away by the end of the day. It’s normal work for anyone. Yet, all of your power seems to drain out of you because of Yeonjun and how close he is when you least expect him to be.

The warlock stands idly by, still ogling your figure as you put a book on Transfixions back in its cataloged spot, the words on the cover to any human reading as a nonfiction piece they’ll never open. You release a huff of laughter, incredulous that his gaze still prickles your skin like this. “You could take a picture, you know,” you say into the silence. “According to mortals, they last longer.”

Yeonjun chuckles and takes a few books off of your cart to help you put them away. His arm brushes yours just slightly as you go through the motions of sorting and stacking, but it’s torture with every pass of his gooseflesh against you. “I think I can remember without technology.” His lips barely brush your ear when he speaks again. “You’re too mesmerizing to forget.”

You want to smack the guy in the arm for invading your personal space, but this is how it’s always been. The verbal and bodily tension between you is both sharp and ever-present, a blade a part of you wants to be cut by. For better or worse, all of your emotions heighten whenever he’s around.

Yeonjun saunters away as you release a ragged breath, one you did not recognize you were holding until the air escapes your lungs.

Soobin peaks out of the corner with his enormous glasses, bangs covering the rest of his face like a black cloak. He almost resembles a curious cat more than the owner of a bookstore. “Can you guys just make out so I can run my store properly again?” he asks, partially humorous but with a tone that makes you laugh as you stack the shelves again.

Like Yeonjun, you and Soobin have known each other for years through magical training, schooling and family dinners. He’s a good friend, but he’s known Yeonjun longer, so you’re unsure what underlying words sit beneath Soobin’s explicit ones. “We’re not gonna do that, it’s just—”

“Just what? A ton of pining and sexual undertones that never go anywhere?” He pops an eyebrow up, his mouth puckered. “You’re both like the characters in those romance novels all the girls eat up in this place.”

You blow a raspberry at him, but your mind flits back to the only time you ever got close to Yeonjun physically. It’s written all over your face when Soobin coughs dramatically in your direction. You go back to the present, staring at his sarcastic expression, and your cheeks heat up. “What?”

“Something happened, didn’t it?”

You stutter as the guy’s face breaks into a beaming, knowing smile. “Like almost two years ago! It wasn’t even that big of a deal!” The it in question was a drunken kiss shared in a broom closet at one of Sim Jaeyun’s house parties. You tried to forget it, and Yeonjun practically confirmed it was a one-time thing with the way he addressed you afterward.

And nothing did happen after that night and those subsequent days, the usual friendly greetings and underlying physical gestures marking the passed time like normal, but those instances sparked the same effects you feel to this day in his presence.

“Mhm, I’m very convinced,” Soobin says, still sporting his grin, but he attaches an eye-roll to the expression before walking away.

You think about that night as your fingertips brush the final books to put on the shelves and Yeonjun’s words from a mere ten minutes ago. Maybe Yeonjun gets such responses out of you because he challenges your abilities and talents alongside your emotions in such a way that screams it could be fate. Written in the stars, as the mortals say.

Maybe it is, the two of you pushing and pulling until you both eventually click into place. You refuse to believe it, though; Yeonjun may be too arrogant to deserve such validation.

That’s how you find yourself in a bar called the Hollow later that night. It’s the city’s known haven for fellow witches and warlocks to escape the stresses of the day with a handmade cocktail and pleasant conversation. Mark and Winter toss back rum and cokes and gossip about the latest scandal in the elixir shop they both work at on the edge of town. You listen and laugh when you’re supposed to, but something’s off. Normally, you would enjoy the moment, relax, and let the worries of the day fade into nothing. You aren’t incapable of having fun; witches don’t need to be told to enjoy themselves.

But Yeonjun is here, you just know it. The air is ripe with that string connecting you both together, waiting for the moment one or both of you sever it.

“Babe, you’re a million miles away,” Winter remarks with a hand in your face. Her fingertips almost knock into the glass holding your espresso martini, and you step back to avoid spilling the concoction over your dress.

“Sorry, I just—”

You try to look nonchalant as you search the club. The place is shrouded in candles of all colors, the flames sparkling against the dark bodies around the room. But you recognize Yeonjun as soon as your eyes focus on him. Black hair as striking as the spark of flint, bottom lip caught in his teeth, whiskey in the palm of his hand. You notice it all before you meet his eyes, the ones that have already been watching you from across the room. And now he knows you’re watching him, too.

“Oh,” Winter exclaims, suddenly grinning, the same wolfish smirk that Soobin possessed hours ago. You want to roll your eyes at her, but you’re caught between looking unbothered and trying to sneak peeks at Yeonjun again without him noticing.

Too late for either at this point. He won’t keep his eyes off of you now.

“What?” Mark asks before Winter takes his jaw in her hands to move in the direction of Yeonjun and his friends. Yeonjun tries to talk to Taehyun and Heeseung like he’s relaxed himself, now recognizing your friends have spotted him too, and it almost makes you want to tuck yourself away into the night.

“Ah,” Mark says with the same lilt to his voice as Winter. Your anxiety and irritation is on fire by now. It is so obvious to everybody but the two of you that something needs to happen?

“If you both are done oh-ing and ah-ing, I’m gonna go get us more drinks.” Your two friends snicker like conspiratory traitors as you walk towards the bar.

Attempting to order another round without looking behind you, smiling sweetly at the bartender as you ask for tequila shots, proves to be difficult. You steel yourself not to turn back toward him once again, but it’s hard not to. Yeonjun’s eyes remain glued to your back like melted wax. He trails his eyes down your purple slip dress, to the revealing curve of your thighs, and so on. It’s a ripple down your spine, like Yeonjun’s memorizing you for later.

Look at me again.

You hated this power you two shared the most. As legend has it, no matter how the bond is created, ties between two witches’ or warlocks’ thoughts can be made if both individuals want to speak to one another without actual verbal communication. It’s an advanced power, one few can use or conjure up anymore. Only you and Yeonjun learned such power years ago from your private teachers and family members. Worse, you don’t exactly reject him or the bond because, deep down, a part of you wants him to be inside of your head, to connect with you this way.

So, here he is, using his words to push you further into him.

Just once.

It’s like the entire bar can sense the shift in your will, knowing you’re hooked as soon as you turn your body to face the booth across the room. Yeonjun pretends to listen to Heeseung’s diatribe, eyeing you from over the rim of his glass and paying little attention to what either Heeseung or Taehyun are saying.

Happy now?

You quirk your eyebrows in his direction, but all he responds with is a smirk.

Not even close.

Your feet pull themselves off the ground and walk towards him, not caring what your mind does or doesn’t want to say on the matter. You think you hear Winter yell “Go get him, tiger,” but you’re too far away to acknowledge it. Instead, you give the man that equally frustrates and excites you a cat-like grin.

You’re fucking impossible.

Taehyun and Heeseung’s faces twist into confusion at the laugh that leaves Yeonjun’s mouth, but once their mutual friend gets up to meet you halfway to the dance floor, they figure it out quickly.

When you finally stand in front of Yeonjun, you’re both breathless from spoken and unspoken words and the implications from every past look and “accidental” touch you’ve shared with each other. You don’t want to think of the soft curve of his bottom lip against your own. Imagine his hands on the places he’s only mapped out in his fantasies. Envision the words he’s kept saved for you when no-one else is around in curses and whispers and grunts. You don’t want to, but you do anyway.

Leave with me.

Yeonjun's eyes widen with mirth, a smug smile spreading across his face.

As the witch commands.

The sound of your back hitting the wall of Yeonjun’s hallway reminds you this is truly happening, not a teenage fantasy to scold yourself for later. His hands are everywhere. One’s underneath the back of your thigh and the other on the side of your neck, guiding you and pulling you into him. Your kisses are sloppy, without a doubt. The touches of your tongues and moans resounding from your open mouths echo blissfully in the small space you’re in.

When you separate, Yeonjun’s eyes gleam. He tugs the hem of your dress until he pulls the piece over your head and throws it somewhere on the floor. He stops to admire you in just your bra and panties. Surprisingly, you don’t feel shy under his gaze. You’ve never been a bashful person, but you know intimacy leaves you vulnerable in a way you don’t experience often. But you want him to look at you this way, like the start of pleasure begins and ends with the lines of your body. You want to ask yourself why you didn’t let him or yourself have this before, to feel this yearning finally bleed into indulgence.

“Two years and three days.”

“What?” You ask before moaning when he takes one hand and dips it into your panties. Two of his fingers lewdly glide across your folds until he swirls them around your clit.

“It’s been two years and three days since the first time I kissed you,” he says, eyes coated in desire. “And now, I don’t think I ever want to stop.”

“Then don’t. Don’t stop,” you gasp, bucking your hips into the movements of his hand. You use your own to unclip your bra and throw it in the same direction Yeonjun threw your dress, and he wastes no time taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucks hard and without mercy, his fingers matching the pace and feel of his mouth, and you could fall apart from that alone. But you know you want him to fill you so deep and help you forget how long the want for him stayed dormant. Now, it’s bursting to life; you can’t hold out any longer.

He senses it, Yeonjun releasing your nipple with a pop and wrapping your legs around his waist to guide you into his bedroom. Barely any light comes in through his blinds, the darkness of midnight heightening your lust. You know, for all the myths, the witching hour is a reality in your world. Your powers, your senses, everything elevates at this split in time, both the start and end of two days, the meeting of two intersecting lines.

If Yeonjun didn’t toss you softly onto the bed, you would laugh, finding the dichotomy between his dirty acts and sudden gentle touches ironic.

The jingle of Yeonjun’s belt buckle and ruffle of his shirt snaps you from the thought, and you whisper, “I want to see you.”

You already know he’s smirking. By the time he waves a hand to light the candles on his dresser and nightstand, he’s only in his black boxer briefs and his cock is visibly hard. You bite your lip as you stare. You crave the feel of it in your hand and mouth when Yeonjun takes off the briefs entirely. It’s unavoidable how much or long you admire its size. When you reach to remove your panties, Yeonjun stops you from doing so with the turn of his head. Your hands are frozen in place, and you huff exasperatedly.

You don’t play fair.

Yeonjun laughs, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Never said I did, but I think you like it.” You do, so much it makes you hate how right he is.

After he wraps your hands together in one of his own and raises them over your head, he tugs the fabric down your legs with his free one. You kick it away, glad to have the air hit your skin. Knowing your hands will stay in place until he breaks you from his spell, he trails his kisses down. He starts with your mouth, deeply and languidly, and ends the kiss with the pull of your bottom lip between his teeth. Then he presses his lips to your neck, the column of your throat, your breasts (which he playfully bites too), and right before your navel.

Before long, he licks a long stripe up your slit, the wetness pooling on his tongue and making you moan in earnest. You want to wrap your hands in his hair, give it a hard tug to urge him to go faster, to make you come, but the invisible binds on your wrists will not budge, no matter how much you will your own magic to release you. “Let me touch you,” you whine, lifting your hips to meet his lips.

“Let me touch you first. I want to savor this,” Yeonjun replies, kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth. He trails two fingers along the inside of your thigh before he sinks them inside you.

A broken moan escapes your lips, the sound jagged and cracked. You know you cannot hold yourself back anymore. You press as much of your lower body against him, his movements feeling so good on you, inside of you. When he adds a third finger, you come with the well of tears in your eyes and his name leaving your mouth over and over.

He wipes the remnants of your arousal off his lips with the back of his hand, but when he goes to kiss you with his tongue licking inside of your mouth, you taste yourself. You moan as his skin connects to yours in various places; your mouth connected to his, his hands on your hips, your sensitive core rubbed up against his cock. He smiles down at you, caressing your sides with his palms, and you feel the forces against your hands ebb away. Instantly, you wrap your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and kiss him deeply again. When you part, he says, “Turn around, baby. Hands and knees.”

You nod with a smirk, pressing your hands into the sheets of Yeonjun’s bed and raising your ass in the air for him to pinch and stroke with his fingers. He releases a curse at the sight before him, but not before you hear the tear of a condom wrapper. You grin, ready to feel him.

Mortals commonly recognized witches for their self-indulgence and hedonism, believing you all used your magic on your every whim rather than for the help of others. While it was more of the latter than the former on the regular day, this is how you seek pleasure all the other times. You search for it in the connection of two bodies, the elements bending to your wills and heightening the experience in a way regular humans would never understand. And you can’t wait to feel the curl of yours and his magic wrapping around each other, intertwining until you forget how deep his is claiming you and yours is unraveling him.

By the time he presses the tip inside of you, you both moan loudly into the candle-lit room. The clench of your pussy around Yeonjun makes him groan as he presses deeper, your walls tightening around his cock so perfectly. You press your head into the sheets, releasing a long cry as he buries himself inside of you to the hilt. It’s a decadent feeling, and you don’t know if this is the same magic everyone else feels with their lovers, mortal or not. But you savor it as your nerves buzz to life. Yeonjun wraps a hand in your hair softly and raises your head from the bed, leaning his chest into your back to murmur into your ear, “I wanna hear you. All of you.”

You moan loudly when he thrusts, cry when he pulls out to the point you barely feel him there, and repeat the process when he angles himself deeper inside of you. “Yes, Yeonjun. Please,” you shout, loving the way his body and the essence of him enfolds you with every propel of his body and touch of his skin to yours.

His hips go in and out languidly, and you know you’re already building towards a second peak. You can practically feel your arousal dripping onto the sheets when his cock leaves your pussy, only for him to pull you back against his body to feel the warmth of you again.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, I could stay like this, buried inside of you. All. Fucking. Night,” Yeonjun growls. As a string of groans leave his mouth, he pivots his hips in and out of you. The blunt strength makes you whimper his name in ecstasy. After another few seconds, he slows down and reverts to the pace he started with. You gasp at the change in his tempo, knowing you’re so close to coming.

He says your name in earnest, his voice laced with pleasure. “I want you to ride me.” He rubs your back and kisses the curve of your spine. “Would you like to?”

“Fuck, yes,” you reply. With that, he pulls out of you and turns you over. You expect him to get into position on his back, but he pulls you into his lap, making you squeal.

He laughs and kisses your nose, then your lips with tenderness. “Like this, baby.”

When you wrap your hands around the base of his cock, he grunts. He fills you up again, and you immediately grip his shoulders for support as you move your hips back and forth, then push your body up and down to take every piece of him that you can manage. The sound of your bodies slapping against each other is filthy, but so rewarding when he curses and grunts into your chest, doing his best to meet the clench of your pussy with his own thrusts. You whimper at the feeling, entirely different from him guiding you. You push against him, the knot in your core tightening at a rapid speed when Yeonjun presses his hand to your clit.

For as weak as you felt when you denied yourself of him and this, you feel powerful with Yeonjun’s body so close to yours, sensations blown to indescribable portions. What’s left of you follows the rhythm of the two of you chasing the end together. With his mouth attached to your breasts and turning your skin red and purple from his attention, strength and power could not be better than this: connection, desire, affection.

Come, baby. Come.

The three words flow into your mind and wrap around your skin until you do. You bounce on Yeonjun’s cock and ride out your high, feeling the blind spots of your vision pervade with color. With a broken cry, Yeonjun comes right after, spilling into the condom and rocking up into you until he stops moving altogether. You both feel the aftershocks of your orgasms, Yeonjun milking one more thrust before he slacks. With another press of your lips to his, you leave his lap and collapse onto the bed.

Running to the bathroom, Yeonjun discards the condom and grabs a wet rag. When he makes it back to you, he cleans you with soft touches and praises, a loving gaze in his eye that you wouldn’t have expected from him after the immodest words he spoke to you before. He throws the rag in his hamper and tucks the comforter over your bodies when he lays down next to you.

In the silence that pervades after you’re both finished catching your breath, Yeonjun whispers, “I like you. A lot.”

You blush, tucking your head into the curve of his neck. “I like you too.”

In the low light, the candles using the last of the wax, you realize you were never weak because of him. You might have been weak for him, but you let yourself believe wanting to be near him was a sign of weakness. And that was wrong. The only thing that could be wrong now was missing out on nights like these for so long.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, ever since that stupid house party. I just never admitted it to myself,” you admit, propping your chin on his shoulder to stare into his eyes.

They light up in muted glee, part of him too tired to express his complete excitement. “Ditto.” He kisses you lazily, the stroke of his lips against yours better than any magic you could create. “Sorry I didn’t ask you on a date first. Seems I couldn’t wait.” He grins sheepishly, to which you laugh.

“Likewise. But we can go out tomorrow. Right now, just lie with me?”

Yeonjun nods, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “As my witch commands.”

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juniperstale · 1 year ago

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i blinked, and suddenly i had a valentine — dazai, chuuya, ranpo

⋆ in which you get a valentine from someone else [ . . . gn!reader, sfw, lowercase intended, profanity, fluff, lowkey crack i think . . . ]

DAZAI cannot allow this. he is immediately pouty when he sees the flowers on your desk as the two of you walk into the office together. he concocts a plan silently, maybe he'll go through all the security footage and leave the son of a bitch a series of threatening messages till they quit or maybe he'll interrogate everyone throughout the day or maybe he'll- you're reading the message on the flowers. dazai panics, hurriedly moving to be back by your side again. what if you fall for them and leave him? his nerves settle when he notices you throw them out with an eye roll before turning to him.

"finish your work fast today, i made us reservations at your favorite restaurant, okay?" oh, looks like you're the one down bad for him. so he has nothing to worry about, after all.

CHUUYA makes a competition of it. this suitor thinks they can out love him? now that's called being delusional. they sent you a flower? expect a bouquet of your favorite flowers coming in the next 30 minutes. chocolates? chuuya already brought out all of your favorites, its literally out of stock everywhere. they brought you a card? chuuya will handwrite you a 100 page letter explaining how you're the best thing to happen to him. and if the suitors dares to ask you out in person? their world will be turned upside down. literally. chuuya will turn them upside down. its what they deserve, after all.

at the end of the day though, he is still human (? idk i haven't read stormbringer) and though he denies it, he does need a bit of comfort after fighting for you all day. it is you though. he will always fight for you.

RANPO doesn't mind. i mean, he's going to be the one eating the chocolates in the end so does it really matter? it does. it matters the minute you get bored of working and decide to read the letter the bozo left with the chocolates. he watches as a small smile creeps up onto your face and you let out a silent laugh. oh no, its time to put his detective skills to good use. within a few minutes he finds the scoundrel who sent you that letter based off the handwriting and... well he doesn't really have a plan after that so he tell the guy off and returns to your side.

he comes home a little later that night, with flowers and chocolates that he would also end up eating. but you don't mind. your just happy he's with you.

05.05.24. "a valentine fic in may?? what kind of brownie did u eat juni??" chuuyas was low key inspired by that one barbie life in the dreamhouse episode where ken and ryan are fighting to give her better valentines day presents. im so sleepy i'll check my grammar tmrw, gnight!

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ junis tales #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x male reader #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x male reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x male reader #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo x male reader

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just-a-little-dragon · 7 days ago

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Rumi knew that letting the others know about the tiger and bird would have two reactions. She just didn't expect them at the same time.

Mira immediately pulled out her woldo and stared at the tiger. The bird squawked indignantly. The tiger simply tilted his head with a huff.

Zoey on the other hand squealed loud enough to hurt Rumi's eardrums. She immediately ran over and hugged the tiger while cooing and baby talking it. Rumi let out a sigh of relief.

"What are their names?" Zoey gasped, eyes wide with happiness. "Please tell me theyre as cute as they are!"

Rumi blanked. Oh. Oh no. Did Jinu have a name for them? Maybe. She only remembered them being called Tiger and Bird. She frowned as the Tiger laid down, almost on top of Zoey who giggled happily.

"Do they not have a name?" Mira asked, barely lowering her weapon.

"Not that I know of." Rumi pursed her lips. "Jinu called them Tiger and Bird."

"They're Jinu's pets?" Zoey giggled.

"Yeah. But now they refuse to go away. I guess they know he's gone." Rumi pet the tigers head, watching as it frog blinked at her.

"Hmmmm." Zoey hummed. Rumi knew that sound. She was thinking. And knowing Zoey, the results were gonna be interesting.

"How about.... Derpy for the big guy, and Sussie for the bird." She huffed, stabding up with her fists on her hips, proud.

"Derpy and Sussie?" Mira scoffed.

"Do you have any ideas?" Zoey scoffed, but the large smile betrayed the tease in her words. Rumi shook her head as she kneeled next to Derpy. The name did fit.

"Alright. Derpy and... Sussie." She let the names roll out. "Yeah. That sounds about right for you two."

The bird squawked again, this time with all its eyes open, as it did its best to glare at the group of girls. Zoey shouted for joy and declared that tonight would be Ramen night to celebrate the new additions. Rumi shook her head as she stood. Juni would kill her if he knew the names.

#kpop demon hunters #Theyre children of divorce your honor #Baby just wants his dad back.#hes coming back. please i know he is.

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youngbounty · 1 year ago

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Something I noticed in The Boy Wonder #3 is how it shows Damian’s envy for Tim. It isn’t like with Jason, who believed Tim was a replacement for him. This is Damian wanting what Tim has and feeling unworthy because he doesn’t have it. It’s only in this issue that we see the shadow of Ra’s saying “weakness.”

The first time this is heard is when he’s with Tim talking about their plan. The narrator goes over how Damian is only working with Tim due to his failure to capture the demon in the last issue with Jason. This is the first time we see Ra’s shadow saying “weakness.” This is referring to Damian’s need for a chaperone or what he thinks is a chaperone. As readers that keep up with the Bats, we know Batman is only using this to teach Damian and Tim to work as a team.

The second time is at the gala when Tim is talking with Penguin, who offers him food and riches. Damian clearly despises this and finds Tim’s actions abhorrent. In Damian’s mind, Tim is using his father’s wealth to dulge himself in greed and gluttony. Those that keep up with the Bat comics know that Tim is putting on an act to extract information. However, Damian doesn’t see that. We see the shadow of Ra’s saying “weakness” once again, referring to Tim’s actions and why Damian refuses to participate.

The third time is when Damian leaves to do Robin work and Tim refuses to tag along. He questions Damian’s trust, believing he feels guilty for cutting the man’s head off, but questions if Damian feels bad because it is wrong or because he got caught. Ra’s shadow says “weakness” once again, showing a deeper meaning of what Damian considers “weak.” Even just feeling guilt or questioning his past guilt is considered weak in Damian’s eyes.

The final time is after Tim reveals his favor with Penguin was an act to go after the demon Damian is after. Damian confronts that he only made the incorrect assumption of Tim because he felt threatened by him, wanting to be more worthy than him. This time, Talia’s shadow joins in and we see a shadow of a dejected Damian. He feels greatly ashamed more for allowing his insecurities drive his choices instead of working with Tim or trusting him. Even his mother would disapprove, who ironically was the one who taught him the disgusting nature of gluttony and greed.

These show the root of Damian’s feelings toward Tim: envy. He feels this way because Tim has everything he wants. This makes sense when you consider the past comics. Unlike Jason or Dick, Tim is much closer to Damian’s age. He only got recently adopted, but was Robin way before when his parents were alive. He is not the blood son of Batman and was defeated easily by Damian, yet still has Batman’s trust and worthiness Damian doesn’t have. Tim isn’t broken like Jason or decided his own legacy like Dick, Barbara or Stephanie. Even when Dick took Batman’s mantle, Damian was expected to take it after he was older.

As a result, Damian sees himself as weak, unworthy and undeserving of the Robin mantle he was given. It feels that he only got to be Robin because of his eldest brother, not his father. Damian wants approval, he wants to be worthy of what he’s given.

From here, we see Damian pushing Tim out of the way to save him. It gives him the question he’s been ignoring, likely the very question he took as weakness: would Damian put his life on the line for another, then be strong enough to remember who he is when others try to force him on a different path?

Juni Ba makes it clear that Damian wants only approval he never truly had. His tension towards Tim was never out of hate, but jealousy. It’s only once confronting his insecurities that Damian is able to show us that he never hated Tim. That is his brother he will always put his life on the line for.

#dc comics #dcu #the boy wonder #damian wayne #tim drake #robin #red robin #ra’s al ghul #talia al ghul #dc universe

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mingiatz · 10 hours ago

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❤️ Pairing: Wooyoung (ATEEZ) × Female Reader (Y/N)

🌷Trope: Friends to Lovers, Roommates AU, College AU, Slow Burn

🦊 Genre: Romance, Slice of Life, Fluff, Light Drama

🍓 Featuring: ATEEZ as Wooyoung’s friends, Seonghwa as Y/N’s childhood friend, and a cat named Junie 🐾

Roommates by accident—but when Wooyoung finally admits his feelings, Y/N isn’t sure she’s ready to believe him. Surrounded by friends, teasing, and quiet moments, they navigate jealousy, confessions, and stolen kisses in a slow-burn romance that’s as sweet as sunshine after the rain.

Masterlist

Part 1

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She came home humming.

There was something about the first properly sunny weekend of the month that made everything feel a little lighter — even grocery shopping. She nudged the door open with her hip, juggling her tote bag and a small box of pastries.

“Junie?” she called into the apartment. “I got you your favorite tuna snacks, but you better come help me unpack—”

Her voice stopped mid-sentence.

Because standing in the living room were three people she didn’t expect.

Wooyoung. A woman who looked like a softer, shorter version of him. And a small boy with round cheeks and the same mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

“Oh!” she blurted, startled.

Wooyoung jumped up. “Hey—! Sorry, I should’ve texted. I didn’t know they’d be early.”

The woman smiled and stood up, smoothing her blouse. “You must be Y/N.”

Y/N nodded quickly, bowing slightly. “Yes—sorry, I didn’t know you were visiting.”

“It’s fine, dear,” the woman said, moving forward. “I’m Wooyoung’s mom. This is Jiho, his little brother.”

Jiho grinned, waving. “Hi! You’re really pretty.”

Y/N blinked. “Um. Thank you.”

Wooyoung groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “Jiho, boundaries.”

Jiho just giggled and went back to playing with a tiny plastic Gundam on the couch.

Y/N set her things down gently. Her heart was still racing from the surprise, but the warmth in the room was undeniable. His mom had that kind of calm, natural charm that immediately put people at ease — something Wooyoung had, too, though he wrapped his version in louder colors.

And now that she was standing in front of her… Y/N realized just how much Wooyoung resembled her.

The same sharp cheekbones. The same expressive mouth. The same way their eyes crinkled when they smiled.

She made tea for everyone and sat across from his mom at the kitchen table. Wooyoung and Jiho were still in the living room, arguing playfully about robots and which one could beat who in a fight.

“I hope we’re not interrupting your day,” his mom said gently, cupping her tea.

“Not at all. Just groceries. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiled. “It’s nice to meet you too. Wooyoung’s told me a lot about you.”

Y/N paused. “He has?”

“Oh yes. You’re all he talks about on the phone lately. ‘Y/N said this, Y/N made that, Y/N’s cat scratched me again—’” she laughed.

Y/N flushed. “I didn’t realize I came up that much.”

“He’s not subtle,” his mom said, eyes twinkling. “Especially not with people he cares about.”

That word caught her off guard. Cares.

Maybe it shouldn’t have. But it did.

She fiddled with the string on her tea bag, trying not to overthink.

“You know,” his mom continued after a beat, “when he was little, Wooyoung spent a lot of time alone.”

Y/N’s gaze lifted.

“I worked late. His dad was always traveling. He never complained, but… he’d sit in his room for hours just building things. Dancing. Making music. He made his own fun.”

There was a softness in her voice. A shadow of guilt, maybe. Or nostalgia.

“He’s always had this energy — like he’s trying to fill up the silence,” she said. “But I see him now, and he’s… calmer. Happier. And I think a big part of that is this home. You.”

Y/N’s throat tightened.

She opened her mouth to respond, but his mom touched her hand gently.

“You’re good for him.”

Y/N blinked hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

Across the room, Jiho shouted, “Hyung! You lost again!”

Wooyoung’s dramatic groan made them both laugh.

His mom leaned back, sipping her tea. “Also, between you and me—” she glanced toward the living room. “He’s got a crush the size of a freight train. He just doesn’t know it’s showing.”

Y/N choked. “I—what?”

She raised a brow, smiling knowingly. “Oh honey. I’ve known that boy since birth.”

Jiho had passed out on the floor next to Junie, who was curled like a little guardian on his belly. Wooyoung sat slouched on the couch, hair tousled, head tipped back.

Y/N watched him from the kitchen doorway for a moment. There was something almost peaceful about the sight. Like this version of him — the one who wasn’t performing, who wasn’t trying to make anyone laugh — was something rarwhoä

He glanced over and caught her staring.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded. “Your mom’s lovely.”

“She likes you too.”

There was a pause.

Then, out of nowhere, he added, “She thinks I have a crush on you.”

Y/N blinked. “She said that?”

“Yeah.”

He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Moms, right?”

She didn’t answer.

Because she wasn’t sure what she would’ve said.

His mom hugged her before she left. A proper hug, warm and full.

“You’re always welcome,” she said softly. “Take care of my son.”

“I will,” Y/N whispered.

Jiho waved sleepily as they left.

When the door shut behind them, silence filled the apartment again.

And Y/N just stood there, her heart beating way too fast.

She couldn’t stop thinking about the look on his face when he’d repeated what his mom said. Not embarrassed. Just unsure. Like he’d heard the words for the first time and didn’t quite know what to do with them.

And she?

She didn’t know either.

But something had shifted.

And there was no going back.

The movie had started twenty minutes ago.

She couldn’t remember a single scene.

Wooyoung had picked something “funny but not too funny,” whatever that meant. He’d dimmed the lights, tossed a blanket over them both, and settled on the couch like it was his favorite place in the world — which tonight, it probably was.

They sat close. Closer than usual. Not quite touching at first.

Until they were.

His thigh brushed hers every time he shifted. His arm was along the back of the couch, fingers just barely brushing her shoulder. And when she reached for the popcorn, their hands touched — just for a second — but he didn’t pull away.

Neither did she.

They weren’t talking much. But it wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was… something else.

Heavy. But soft. Like waiting for a wave that might not come.

She glanced sideways and found him already looking at her.

“What?” she whispered.

He smiled. “Nothing.”

But the smile stayed.

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She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Her skin still buzzed with the ghost of his touch — the warmth of him beside her, the way his laughter lingered in the air.

They hadn’t said anything meaningful. No confessions. No obvious moves.

But it felt like something had shifted.

Almost, she thought.

Then she picked up her phone and called Seonghwa.

“So,” Seonghwa said casually, “how was the movie?”

“It was a movie.”

“You didn’t watch it, did you?”

She groaned. “Not really.”

A pause. Then: “Did he do the arm-on-the-back-of-the-couch thing?”

“Yes.”

“Knees touching?”

“Yes.”

“Blanket sharing?”

“Seonghwa.”

“I’m just collecting data.”

Y/N sighed, but her smile gave her away. “It was… warm. And quiet. And I think I forgot how to breathe like six times.”

“Sounds like a crisis.”

“He kept looking at me.”

“Maybe because he likes you.”

“That’s what his mom said,” she mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

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Woo: Guys

Our knees touched

And i think my soul left my body

She didn’t move

SHE DIDN’T MOVE

yunho: That’s how blankets work.

san: You’ve been in love for months.

Yeosang: “our knees touched” You are such a loser

jongho: Please stop texting

san: So what now? Are you gonna kiss her?

woo: NO

I mean not yet

What if she thinks it’s just a roommate thing??

What if she’s just nice???

jongho: You are spiraling

Again

yeosang: If you call me at 2am crying because “she smiled at me” i’m blocking you

Wooyoung threw his phone onto the couch and covered his face with the blanket.

His heart was still beating too fast.

She stepped out of her room for water and paused.

Wooyoung was curled up on the couch, fast asleep, the blanket still wrapped around him. His hair was messy, one arm thrown over his eyes. The soft rise and fall of his chest was the only sound in the room.

Junie had claimed his stomach like it was a bed.

Y/N padded over, gently setting a pillow under his head. He didn’t wake, just shifted slightly, murmuring something under his breath.

She leaned closer, careful not to disturb him.

Then she heard it.

“…Y/N…”

Her breath caught.

But he didn’t open his eyes. Just let out a small, contented sigh and curled further into the blanket.

Y/N watched him for a moment longer.

Then quietly whispered, “Goodnight, Wooyoung.”

She turned off the light and walked away, her chest aching in the softest, sweetest way.

A week later . Seonghwa had texted her an hour ago:

> come out with us tonight

you deserve a break

and i swear it’s casual, no pressure

wooyoung is coming too btw

*wear something cute ;) *

She hadn’t replied at first. But now here she was, standing in front of the mirror, smoothing the soft fabric of her dress with slightly shaky fingers.

Casual. Right.

Junie meowed from her bed like he could sense the rising tension in her chest.

She wasn’t even sure why she felt this way. It was just another night out with the boys. They’d done this before — laughed over drinks, teased each other, walked home half-tipsy under campus streetlights.

But something was different now.

She felt it every time Wooyoung looked at her for a second too long. Every time his fingers brushed hers. Every time her breath caught for reasons she refused to name.

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The place Seonghwa picked wasn’t loud like a club or dim like a bar. It was the kind of rooftop lounge with fairy lights and soft music, where laughter felt warm instead of wild.

The whole group was there — Hongjoong already halfway through a cocktail, Yunho and Jongho playing darts in the corner, Yeosang and San making jokes at the bar. Wooyoung stood with a drink in hand, half-turned toward the glowing skyline.

He looked beautiful under city lights.

And then he turned — and saw her.

She swore she saw his expression falter for just a second. Like he forgot to breathe.

Then he smiled. “There you are.”

She smiled back, sliding into the circle like she belonged. Seonghwa immediately offered her a drink with an unconvincing “I swear this isn’t part of a master plan.”

She gave him a look. “Subtle.”

But the truth was: it didn’t feel forced. Just warm.

That was the problem.

Wooyoung sat next to her. Of course he did.

Their shoulders brushed when they laughed. Their knees bumped under the table. He leaned in to ask her something — something stupid and meaningless — and she forgot what language was.

Then came the shift.

A group of girls entered the lounge, giggling and radiant. They knew someone — San, maybe? — and slid into the group like bubbles popping. One of them locked eyes with Wooyoung almost instantly.

She was pretty. Loud, in the way that demanded attention. And when she leaned toward him and asked his name, he answered easily, charmingly — like he always did.

Y/N said nothing.

But the slow curl of something hot and cold in her chest made her drink a little faster than before.

She turned to Seonghwa and made conversation, but her mind wasn’t with him. It was two seats to the right, watching a girl with painted nails laugh too easily at a joke that wasn’t even that funny.

She hated how good Wooyoung was at this.

She hated how it made her feel.

The night was quiet, just the distant hum of traffic and the rhythm of their steps on the pavement.

Wooyoung walked next to her, hands in his jacket pockets, calm and casual — as if the last few hours hadn’t turned her completely inside out.

She didn’t speak at first.

Didn’t want to.

But the heat in her chest kept rising — twisting tight every time she remembered that girl’s laugh, her hand on his arm, the way Wooyoung smiled back without hesitation.

Finally, she snapped.

“You didn’t have to flirt with her like that.”

Wooyoung blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

She stopped walking. “The girl at the bar.”

He turned to face her, brows raised. “Are we talking about the one who asked me about my earrings?”

“You were charming,” she said sharply. “Like you always are.”

He tilted his head. “I was just being polite.”

“You were being you. And maybe that’s the problem.”

The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

He stared at her for a long moment. “Why does it bother you?”

Y/N swallowed hard, heart racing. “Because…”

She didn’t know how to explain it.

Didn’t know how to say: Because I’ve been living with you, falling for you, pretending that I don’t feel like I’m on fire every time you smile at someone else.

Instead, she mumbled, “I don’t like it.”

Wooyoung stepped closer. His voice dropped. “Then tell me why.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what we’re doing.”

He didn’t say anything.

Just looked at her — really looked at her — and something cracked wide open in her chest.

Without thinking, without breathing, she reached up and kissed him.

It wasn’t soft.

It was desperate. Messy. Full of confusion and tension and weeks of unspoken everything.

She pulled back quickly. “I’m sorry—”

But before the words fully left her mouth, he grabbed her wrist, tugged her forward, and kissed her back.

Fast. Heated. Like the tension had finally snapped and neither of them could hold it in anymore.

He whispered her name between kisses like a prayer.

She clung to his jacket like it was the only thing keeping her upright.

They barely made it through the door before Wooyoung kissed her again.

This time slower. Like he wanted to remember it.

Y/N’s back hit the wall gently, her hands sliding into his hair, his arms bracing on either side of her. They moved in sync — a kind of quiet, chaotic urgency that only came when both people had been holding back too long.

They didn’t talk.

Not really.

Just small gasps, quiet sighs, the sound of breathless laughter between kisses as they stumbled toward her room, barely breaking contact.

When her back hit the bed, he hovered for a second — eyes searching hers for hesitation.

There wasn’t any.

She reached for him.

And the rest unfolded with heat and softness both.

Clothes forgotten. Nerves melted. Nothing rushed, but nothing held back. His touch wasn’t practiced or perfect — it was real. Her fingers trembled when they traced his jaw, his name a whisper in the dark.

It wasn’t about proving anything.

It wasn’t about answers.

It was a release — of confusion, of tension, of all the things they hadn’t dared say out loud.

Afterwards, he curled into her side, fingers brushing her wrist.

Neither of them spoke.

Not because there was nothing to say — but because saying it out loud would make it real. And real was still terrifying.

So they stayed quiet.

Breathing in sync.

Hearts too loud.

She woke to the sound of soft breathing and the feel of warm skin pressed against hers.

For a moment, she forgot.

Then she turned her head and saw him.

Wooyoung, asleep beside her, half-buried under the blanket, one arm loosely around her waist. His hair was a soft mess. His lips slightly parted. He looked peaceful.

She should’ve felt awkward.

Panicked.

But instead… she felt still.

And then — the doubt came crashing in.

What had they done?

It had been so fast, so overwhelming. She had kissed him. He had kissed her back. And now, here they were — tangled together, hearts still tangled worse.

She quietly slid out of bed, pulled on a hoodie, and tiptoed into the kitchen. Junie meowed from the windowsill like he knew something had shifted.

When Wooyoung joined her fifteen minutes later, fully dressed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, neither of them said anything about the night before.

He offered her tea.

She took it.

And just like that — they moved on.

Or pretended to.

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One Week Later.

It happened again. On a Tuesday.

They’d watched some dumb sci-fi movie and ended up falling asleep on the couch. Somewhere between the second act and the credits, his hand had slipped under the blanket to rest on her thigh. She hadn’t moved it.

Neither of them spoke.

But by the time the screen went dark, they were kissing.

Harder. More familiar.

They didn’t question it.

Not even when they stumbled into his room this time.

By the Third Time, It Was a Pattern

Sometimes it was in her room. Sometimes his. Once, after midnight, on the couch when the apartment was dark and Junie was curled in her bed.

Once, stupidly, in the laundry room while the dryer ran — loud and thudding like a heartbeat in her ears.

It wasn’t reckless. It was just… constant.

Unspoken.

Unlabeled.

Afterward, they’d lie in silence. Or laugh about something stupid. Or talk about which snacks to buy next time they went grocery shopping. Like nothing had happened.

She stopped asking herself what it meant.

Because she didn’t want to hear the answer.

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“Okay,” San said, dropping onto the couch dramatically, “are you gonna tell us or not?”

Wooyoung blinked. “Tell you what?”

“That you’re in love with your roommate.”

“I’m not.”

Yeosang sipped his soda. “You say that, but every time Y/N texts, your entire posture changes.”

“I do not have a posture.”

Jongho snorted. “You do. It’s disgusting.”

Wooyoung tried to brush it off. “We’re just close.”

Hongjoong raised a brow. “Close enough to spend every night in each other’s rooms?”

Wooyoung’s stomach twisted.

They didn’t know anything. Not for sure.

But they weren’t stupid.

He sighed and muttered, “It’s not like that.”

San scoffed. “It’s exactly like that.”

Wooyoung leaned back on the couch, rubbing his face. “She doesn’t feel the same.”

“Have you asked her?” Jongho deadpanned.

“No,” he admitted. “I don’t want to ruin anything.”

Yeosang’s voice was quieter. “You can't ruin something that didn't even began.”

Wooyoung didn’t answer.

Because that was exactly what he was afraid of.

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“You look tired,” Seonghwa said gently, sitting beside her on a bench near campus.

“I didn’t sleep much.”

“Late night?”

She paused. “Sort of.”

He gave her a knowing look.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “you’re not just friends anymore. You know that, right?”

She stared ahead. “We haven’t said anything.”

“But you’re sleeping together.”

Her shoulders stiffened.

“You think it’s just… casual?” he asked.

“I don’t know what he wants.”

“Have you told him what you want?”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Seonghwa was quiet for a long time. Then he said, “I love you, you know.”

“I know.”

“And I want you to stop hurting yourself by pretending this doesn’t matter.”

She swallowed hard and blinked up at the cloudy sky.

They curled up on the couch, just like before.

It was easier now.

He knew where to place his hand on her thigh. She knew the rhythm of his kisses. They moved like a secret — one only they knew, even if everyone else had already guessed it.

After the movie, they kissed again. Slow at first.

But when his hand slid under her hoodie, her breath hitched — and she pulled him to her room.

Later, they lay side by side, skin warm, eyes open but quiet.

He turned his head toward her. “You okay?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

He reached for her hand under the blanket.

She let him.

And neither of them said what they were really thinking:

That they were both falling.

And both too scared to be the first to say it.

The text had come in just after 8 p.m.

“Hey, project wrapped early! Drinks next week instead?”

Y/N didn’t mind. She was tired, honestly — emotionally tangled and stretched thin. She figured Wooyoung would be out, maybe at dance practice or with the others. The apartment would be quiet. She could curl up with Junie and pretend everything wasn’t so confusing between them lately.

As she reached the door, she fished for her keys quietly, humming to herself. But the second she opened the door—

She froze.

Wooyoung was in the living room. And he wasn’t alone.

The girl from the party. The one who had openly flirted with him.

She was sitting far too close. Her hand on his knee.

And then it happened — just as Y/N blinked in shock — he leaned forward and kissed her.

Y/N’s heart stuttered.

It wasn’t long. Barely a few seconds. But it was enough.

Something inside her cracked.

Wooyoung pulled away slightly, mid-movement — eyes landing on Y/N like he’d just remembered the world existed outside of that moment.

“Oh—” he stood, clearly startled. “I didn’t think— You’re home early.”

Y/N smiled.

That same smile she wore when someone asked if she was okay and she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said, voice too light. “I’ll just head to my room.”

The girl glanced at her but said nothing. Y/N didn’t even register her face. All she could see was Wooyoung’s expression — caught, unsure, guilty.

She shut her bedroom door and leaned against it.

And then… the tears came.

Silently at first. She didn’t want to sob. She didn’t want to feel this much.

It wasn’t like they were dating.

It wasn’t like he owed her anything.

They weren’t together.

Just… together. In all the ways that mattered and none of the ways that counted.

She grabbed her phone with shaky fingers.

Y/N: “Can I sleep at yours tonight?”

Seonghwa: “On my way.”

She didn’t even have to explain.

The door closed.

And everything in him went cold.

The kiss with the girl — it had meant nothing. He knew that. That was the point. He thought he’d drown it out. Quiet the ache that came with constantly wondering how Y/N saw him.

He thought she wouldn’t be home.

He hadn’t expected the look in her eyes.

Like she’d been stabbed. But tried to smile through it.

The girl cleared her throat awkwardly. “So… maybe I should go?”

He barely looked at her. “Yeah.”

Once she left, silence pressed down on the apartment like a thick fog. Junie meowed from the hallway and then darted off.

He hesitated only a second before knocking on her door.

No response.

He knocked again, softer. “Y/N?”

The door creaked open, just slightly. Enough for her to look at him — her eyes were rimmed red, but her expression was blank.

“I didn’t mean—” he started.

“You don’t have to explain,” she cut in, voice calm. “You can kiss whoever you want.”

His breath caught.

“I mean, we’re not anything, right?” she said with a weak smile. “It’s not like we talked about this. There’s nothing to break.”

He stepped forward. “But it wasn’t—”

“I’m going out,” she said quickly. “Just for the night.”

Her backpack was already on her shoulder. Seonghwa’s contact name glowed on her screen.

He watched her brush past him.

„Y/N, wait—”

She paused at the door. “It’s fine, Wooyoung. Really.”

She didn’t look back.

He sat on the couch, staring at the dark TV screen.

It didn’t feel fine.

None of it did.

He played the moment over and over again — the way her voice wavered even though she smiled. The shimmer in her eyes. The silence behind the door.

She was hurting.

And for the first time, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t know why. The only reason he invited this girl was to forget her. His feelings.

He didn’t know when exactly she had gone from being just his roommate to the only person he wanted.

Maybe it was when she started stealing his hoodies.

Maybe it was when she cried during that dumb documentary and didn’t try to hide it.

Maybe it was the way she always remembered how he liked his ramen — with extra egg and no spice — or the way she whispered “goodnight” to Junie like he was a person.

But somewhere along the way, it happened.

And now he’d ruined it.

Because he was too afraid to ask if she ever felt it too.

Now, all he had was the memory of the way she said, “You can kiss whoever you want.”

Like she meant it.

And also like it broke her to say it.

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Seonghwa didn’t ask any questions when she arrived. He opened the door, took one look at her, and pulled her into a hug. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t loud. But it was safe — and that’s what she needed.

She sat on his couch, legs tucked beneath her, Junie’s scent still clinging to her hoodie, and stared at the floor.

Seonghwa handed her tea. “You don’t have to talk.”

But she did.

Quietly, slowly, she said, “I walked in and saw him kissing someone.”

Seonghwa’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing.

She let out a shaky breath. “I acted like I didn’t care. Like it was nothing.”

He sat beside her. Close, but not too close.

“And then I cried like an idiot,” she added, wiping under her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m so stupid, Hwa.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I knew we weren’t anything. I mean, we never talked about it. But…” her voice cracked, “I thought maybe I mattered more than that.”

Seonghwa exhaled slowly. “Just because you didn’t define it doesn’t mean it didn’t matter.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice small. “It hurt so much.”

“I know.”

And he meant it. Every word.

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He didn’t plan on going.

Not really.

But after Y/N fell asleep curled into his couch blanket, and after he cleaned up the untouched tea, something inside him boiled over.

It wasn’t about jealousy. It wasn’t even just about Wooyoung.

It was about how Y/N had spent weeks protecting her heart — and how someone who claimed to care about her had shattered it without even realizing.

So Seonghwa went.

The dorm door was slightly open — typical for a house full of boys. He let himself in.

The living room was filled with idle chatter. San and Yeosang were arguing about a video game. Hongjoong was flipping through a notebook. Jongho was eating grapes straight from the bag.

And Wooyoung sat in the corner, uncharacteristically quiet, legs stretched out, hoodie hood halfway up like he wanted to disappear into it.

When Seonghwa stepped in, it was like someone hit mute.

All heads turned.

“Hyung?” Wooyoung stood, confused. “What are you—”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Seonghwa’s voice was calm — low and deliberate.

Wooyoung froze. “What?”

“She walked in on you kissing that girl,” Seonghwa continued, every syllable sharp. “And then she spent the night crying in my apartment.”

Wooyoung opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked to the others like they might have an answer.

“What the hell, man?” San muttered, sitting up straighter.

Jongho frowned. “You didn’t tell us that part.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Wooyoung said weakly, but even he didn’t believe it.

“No,” Seonghwa said, taking a step forward, “but she was yours. In every way that mattered.”

Silence again.

Hongjoong sighed. “Did you even talk to her about how you feel?”

“I didn’t think she felt the same,” Wooyoung mumbled.

Seonghwa’s eyes darkened. “And instead of asking, you invited someone else over?”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“It looked like that to her,” Seonghwa snapped. “She thought you didn’t care. She thinks you never did.”

Wooyoung sat down slowly, like his knees gave out. His hands trembled slightly in his lap.

“Do you even want her?” Seonghwa asked, finally quiet.

Everyone waited.

Wooyoung looked up. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

“Then stop being a coward,” Seonghwa said. “Because you’re losing her.”

And with that, he turned and walked out.

No one said anything for a long time.

The apartment felt too small.

Too loud in ist silence.

“Damn,” Yeosang muttered. “He’s not wrong.”

San leaned back, arms crossed. “You were the first to fall, Woo. You just didn’t see it.”

Wooyoung rubbed his face. “I thought she didn’t feel the same.”

“She looked at you like you hung the stars,” Jongho said quietly. “We all saw it.”

And now she was gone.

He remembered the way she always made tea just how he liked it. The way she laughed when he sang to Junie in a dramatic falsetto. The way her hands shook when she was angry but still tried to stay calm.

He remembered how she looked when she said, “You can kiss whoever you want.”

She hadn’t meant it.

And now, he wasn’t sure if she’d ever let him close enough to fix it.

The apartment didn’t feel the same anymore.

Y/N had become a master at timing. She left five minutes before Wooyoung usually woke up. She studied in the library late. She texted him when she was bringing Seonghwa over, always with a casual: "Just FYI, Hwa’s stopping by." As if she wasn’t slowly disassembling herself.

She wasn't cold. Just... contained. Civil. Soft-spoken. Like a polite stranger who happened to share a cat and a mailbox.

But when she saw Wooyoung around the apartment, the ache didn’t stop. It pulsed beneath every practiced smile, every nod, every casual step back so he could pass in the hallway.

She hadn’t cried again. She refused to. That part of her was sealed.

Until the vending machine.

She had just finished class, a worn paperback tucked under her arm. She was digging through her bag for coins when his voice met her back.

"Y/N."

She froze. Not at the name, but at the tone. Quiet. Hopeful. Nervous.

She didn’t turn. "Hi."

He took a step closer. "Can we talk?"

She slowly faced him, eyes unreadable. "I don’t think there’s anything left to say."

His jaw clenched. "There’s a lot I haven’t said."

"That’s the thing, Wooyoung," she said gently. "You don’t get to pick when I listen."

And she walked away.

The next day, she was seated in the library’s back café space with her literature study group. Four classmates, spread out with annotated pages, laptops, and half-drunk iced coffees.

Y/N had barely contributed. Her mind was elsewhere.

"Okay," her friend Hana said, tapping a pen. "But why do you think the narrator couldn’t just confess to her? I mean, it’s obvious she loved him."

Another friend, Jiyeon, rolled her eyes. "Because he’s a literary coward."

Y/N smiled faintly. "Sometimes people are scared they don’t deserve the person they love."

"That’s deep," Hana murmured.

Then, Jiyeon looked up. "Whoa. Hot guy at twelve o’clock. Damn."

Hana turned. "Wait… is he coming over here?"

Y/N didn’t even look. "That’s my roommate."

The table collectively froze.

"Excuse me?"

"That’s him? The one you told us about?"

Wooyoung was approaching, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. He looked tired. Or maybe just determined.

He stopped beside her. "Y/N. Can we talk? Please."

Everyone stared. One of the guys had paused his typing.

Y/N sighed. "Wooyoung, this isn’t—"

He didn’t wait.

"Fine," he said, voice a little louder. "Then I’ll just say it."

Y/N blinked.

"I’m in love with you."

Silence.

Every pair of eyes locked onto them.

Y/N sat frozen. Her pulse roared in her ears.

Wooyoung continued, voice shaking just slightly:

"I know I messed up. I know I made you think you didn’t matter. But you do. You always did. And not just because we lived together. Not just because you made me laugh or made the place feel like home. But because..."

He swallowed.

"Because you’re the first person I think about when something good happens. And the only one I want to talk to when it doesn’t. Because I tried to forget you, and I couldn’t. And the truth is, I don’t want to."

Y/N stared at him, wide-eyed.

She stood slowly. "Why are you doing this now?"

He hesitated. "Because pretending not to love you is killing me."

She looked around the table. Her classmates all looked like they were witnessing the climax of a drama.

Her voice was soft. "This isn’t the place."

"It had to be somewhere," he said. "You weren’t letting me in."

She stepped away. "I need… I need time."

He nodded. "Take all the time you need. But now you know."

She left the table quietly, muttering an apology to her group. Her cheeks were flushed. Her mind raced.

Jiyeon blinked after her. "That was your roommate?!"

Hana whispered, "That was like a K-drama scene. Holy crap."

"Did you know he was in love with you?" one of the guys asked.

Y/N didn’t answer. Her hands shook slightly as she grabbed her bag and stepped out into the hallway.

Her heart was pounding.

Part of her was furious. Part of her was scared. And part of her — a soft, vulnerable part — wanted to run back and kiss him.

But she didn’t know if it was real. Not yet.

The guys were sprawled around the living room, gaming and snacking when he walked in.

"You look like you ran a marathon," Yeosang said, raising a brow.

"What happened?" San asked.

Wooyoung dropped onto the couch. "I confessed."

"To Y/N?!" Jongho nearly choked on his drink.

"Yeah. In front of her entire study group."

Silence.

"Damn," Hongjoong said. "And...?"

Wooyoung leaned his head back. "She said she needed time. But I think... I think I ruined everything. She’s not letting me in. Not really."

He exhaled slowly.

"I waited too long. She built a wall to protect herself, and now I don’t know if I can climb it."

San patted his shoulder. "Then knock it down. Gently. And don’t give up."

Wooyoung closed his eyes.

He wasn’t going to. Not this time.

The silence in the apartment had shifted. It wasn’t sharp anymore — not cutting or tense. It was soft now, heavy. Full of things left unsaid.

Y/N came home late again. Her bag was heavy on her shoulder, and her steps dragged. She was tired — tired of thinking, of second-guessing, of pretending she hadn’t wanted to run to him the second he’d said “I’m in love with you.”

She unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

And stopped.

There, on the kitchen counter, was a small bouquet of yellow daisies. Not roses. Not something flashy. Just simple, cheerful, thoughtful. Beside it sat a neatly folded paper bag with a pink post-it that said:

„I remembered you said these were your favorite. – W“

She hesitated. Then stepped closer and peeked inside. Her favorite cookies. Still warm.

The lump in her throat was immediate.

She held the note between her fingers a moment longer before slipping out of her shoes and walking slowly to her bedroom. She set her bag down with a soft thud and changed into a hoodie, her mind spinning.

She didn’t know what moved her feet back to the living room, only that she wanted to see him — needed to.

Wooyoung was on the couch, nervously flipping through a book. It looked like one of hers. When he saw her, he stood up immediately.

“Hi,” he said softly.

“Hi,” she replied.

The air between them hung heavy with everything that had built over weeks — maybe longer.

“I’m not trying to overwhelm you,” he said quickly. “I just… wanted to show you I meant what I said. That it wasn’t just a moment.”

“I know,” she said after a pause. “I think… I know.”

He stepped forward, slowly, like approaching something fragile. “You don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to forgive me. I just wanted to be honest. Finally.”

She bit her lip. “I think… I was scared, too. Not just of being hurt. But of hoping you felt the same.”

His breath caught.

“I never told you how I felt,” she admitted. “Not once. I just kept hoping you’d notice. That you’d figure it out on your own.” She looked down. “That wasn’t fair.”

He shook his head. “You were just protecting your heart. I get it.”

She let out a quiet, tearful laugh. “And you don’t have to bribe me with cookies every time you say something sweet.”

His lips lifted in a hopeful smile. “So no more cookies?”

She stepped closer and pulled one from the bag. “I didn’t say that.”

Their fingers brushed. It was the first time in days. And even that small contact felt like something cracked open.

He exhaled slowly, as if he’d been holding his breath for weeks.

“Can we talk?” she asked. “Really talk? Like… no dancing around it?”

He nodded immediately. “Please.”

They sat on the couch, closer than before but not yet touching. The television was off. The city outside blinked through the windows in soft pulses of gold and blue.

Y/N turned toward him slightly. “When you kissed that girl that night… I know we weren’t anything. Not officially. But it felt like everything shattered. Like it confirmed that you never saw me the same way.”

Wooyoung lowered his gaze. “I didn’t kiss her because I didn’t feel something for you. I kissed her because I was trying not to. I was… terrified that I felt too much. That you’d never look at me that way.”

“I did,” she whispered. “For so long.”

Silence settled between them again, softer this time.

“I missed you,” he said finally.

“I missed you, too.”

She looked over at him, her expression open — vulnerable — in a way he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“You’re still my favorite person,” she said, voice barely audible.

Wooyoung reached for her hand this time. She didn’t pull away.

“I know we’ve both made mistakes,” he murmured. “But… maybe this time we can stop pretending.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

They stayed like that for a moment — quiet, close, breathing the same air — and then, slowly, Wooyoung leaned in. He gave her time to pull away. But she didn’t.

Their lips met softly. No urgency. No expectation. Just warmth and truth and the tiniest tremble of relief.

When they broke apart, her forehead stayed pressed to his.

“You kiss like you mean it,” she whispered.

“I do,” he said back.

Later, the world dimmed around them as they moved to her room. It wasn’t about lust or impulse. It was about closeness — about knowing now what they hadn’t said before.

His fingers in her hair, her hands on his back, the quiet rustle of sheets, and hearts racing in sync. Every kiss between them was a promise: I see you. I want you. I’m here.

Afterward, wrapped in the dim light of the bedroom, Wooyoung traced his fingertips along her shoulder and whispered into the silence:

“Can I call you mine now?”

She turned toward him slowly, still curled in his arms. “You always could’ve.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “So that’s a yes?”

She nodded once, and he kissed her again, sweet and lingering.

The next morning felt different.

Wooyoung woke up to soft breathing, golden sunlight, and a warm weight pressed against his chest. Y/N’s hair tickled his skin, her hand curled into his hoodie like she had no intention of letting go.

He didn’t want her to.

For once, there was no tension in his stomach, no guessing where he stood. Just her, here, real — and his.

She blinked up at him sleepily. “You’re staring.”

He grinned. “I’m allowed now.”

She laughed into his chest, and he felt the sound more than he heard it.

Later that afternoon, the two of them arrived at the boys’ dorm for movie night — something they’d all planned days ago.

Y/N stepped inside first, and Wooyoung followed, trying to play it cool. But from the moment they entered, it was over.

San squinted immediately. “Something’s different.”

Yeosang narrowed his eyes. “They’re standing closer than usual.”

Jongho looked between them. “They’re trying to act normal. Suspicious.”

Seonghwa simply raised an eyebrow, arms crossed.

“You two good?” Hongjoong asked casually.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Yep. Totally fine.”

“Totally fine,” Wooyoung echoed, a little too fast.

San leaned forward, dramatically squinting. “Wait. Did something happen? Did you two…?”

Jongho gasped. “YOU’RE TOGETHER NOW, AREN’T YOU?”

Y/N covered her face with both hands, groaning. “You guys are unbelievable.”

Wooyoung, proudly grinning now, threw an arm around her. “Yes. We’re dating. Yes, it’s official. No, you don’t get to act surprised — you’ve been teasing us about it for months.”

Yeosang looked smug. “We were right, by the way.”

Seonghwa smirked from his corner of the room. “Took you long enough.”

Y/N glanced at him with mock exasperation. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“I knew before you knew,” he teased, arms folded. “But I’m happy for you. Really.”

Wooyoung gave him a sheepish nod. “Thanks, hyung.”

“Just don’t make her cry again,” Seonghwa added lightly — but his tone left no room for misinterpretation.

Wooyoung held Y/N’s hand a little tighter. “I won’t.”

San threw himself dramatically across the couch. “Ugh, now we’re the single ones again.”

Hongjoong laughed. “Speak for yourself.”

Jongho rolled his eyes. “Let them be happy. It’s kinda cute. Disgusting, but cute.”

Y/N leaned into Wooyoung’s side and whispered, “Are you ready for months of teasing?”

He kissed the side of her head. “As long as I get to call you mine now, I can handle it.”

The room exploded into noise again — teasing, snacks being thrown, Wooyoung being told to “stop being sappy.”

But in the center of it all was Y/N, smiling more freely than she had in weeks. And Wooyoung, looking at her like he couldn’t believe she was real.

It wasn’t a perfect story.

But it was theirs.

And it was just the beginning.

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mostlyihyperfixate · 10 months ago

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WrightWorth Fic Recs II: Legal Boogaloo

I've had some upper respiratory goop for eleven days and I woke up with a pounding migraine, so it's time for this month's fic recs while I wait for my medication to kick in!

I'm sure most of you guys have already read this stuff, so I'm not, like, doing this because I think I'm gonna introduce anything special. I just like to gush a lil' about stuff that makes me happy.

As always, feel free to offer me recs yourself in some capacity!

The Things We Agree to Believe are True by actual_goblin

Rating: Teen Content Warning for amnesia, angst, blood, and implied/referenced suicide Status: Finished

Recommended to me by @starsarestaringatyou.

Someone really said, "Well, if one character with amnesia is good, what if they both had amnesia?" And I love every minute of it. I sat down and read this entire thing in one fell swoop. I could not stop. It's weird, but completely internally consistent, so everything is very easy to follow. I've lost track of the number of times I've reread this. I'm afraid if I say more, I'll spoil things. It's very, very sweet, and if amnesia fics interest you even a little, I highly recommend this one!

This man is not your boyfriend by its_ok_inside

Rating: Teen Content Warning for amnesia Status: Finished

Also recommended to me by @starsarestaringatyou.

A very cute amnesia one shot. This one is a bit unusual in that there's no angst! So if that's what keeps you from this sort of story, I recommend this one. There's just a bit of pining on Miles' end, and the rest is two bros chillin' in a legal office one foot apart because they're definitely gay. It's very fluffy, and I reread this one a lot, too, when I want a quick hit of cuteness.

Legal Partners by Miggy

Rating: Teen Content Warning for miscommunication Status: Finished

This one is a little rom-com-esque, but the characters themselves (especially Ema) are well aware of that. This is the story that first allowed me to think of Klavier as having some depth. It is the level I hold all semi-seriously written Klaviers to now. There's a little bit of Klavier/Ema and Klavier/Apollo in here (both ships I like, and I hardly ever get to see the former), but ultimately Klavier ends up with something he needs more than a romantic relationship, and I love this fic for that. Everybody gets enough attention that their inclusion in the story doesn't feel obligatory. There's also the added bonus of a well-written case for Apollo and Klavier to handle throughout the story!

It Would Feel So Good To Make You Mine by hi_its_ellis and lowbatteryhealth

Rating: Teen Status: Finished

Just randomly picked something from my list last Saturday and wound up reading this throughout the day. Reread it again sometime this week. It's cute. There's established Fran/Maya and Athena/Junie as well, if you're into either of those ships. Words cannot express how wonderfully adorable this entire thing is. If you want something that's got enough conflict to keep you reading without there being any real upsetting tension or angst at all, this for you. There's no big miscommunication; just Miles and Phoenix driving everyone around them crazy with their unique brand of stubborn idiocy.

How to Court A Fool in Under Three Months by snowyrunes

Rating: Teen Content Warning for miscommunication Status: Finished

Pure, 100% rom-com goodness. This has everything you would expect out of a rom-com movie, and it's written spectacularly well. There's some established background Fran/Maya. I love seeing Fran successfully interact with kiddos, so her relationship with Trucy in this especially makes me happy--not to mention I prefer my Frans to like Phoenix in some capacity, and that's here, too. I admit that I haven't been able to get very far into the (unfinished) sequel due to the sheer amount of second-hand embarrassment I feel, but I highly recommend the first story for sure!

Pride & Prejudice & Turnabout by paintedkneecaps

Rating: Teen Status: In Progress Content Warning for Pride and Prejudice AU

On the sliding scale of cynical to sunshine Phoenix, this is firmly at the sunshine end. If you are very, very particular about how people work with Pride and Prejudice and that time period (like, to the point where you can't stand the Kiera Knightly movie, for example), this is not going to be the story for you. It's, as the author puts it, a "vibes only" AU, which I think is really a strength in this case. I've read too many "AU"s that are just slapping Ace Attorney characters names over the originals. This has a lot of thought put into the characters, and the quotes from the original work feel like friendly little winks instead of being awkwardly shoved in. I look forward to every Thursday when I get another dose of this!

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baocean · 6 months ago

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#undercover

chapter fifteen - june bug!

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authors note - guys i’m not going to lie to you this is lk a filler chapter 😔 good things are coming your way tho

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Seekers of Soul

[Chapter 57]

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Tobias, Nia, and Junie travel south to find Will and the human settlement.

“You’ve got food and water for the road, and the map I gave you.”

“Yup and yup!”

“And you know what to do if anyone gives you trouble.”

“Bo, c’mon! Nia and Toby are stronger than they look. They’ll keep me safe.”

“Answer the question, Junebug.”

“Fine, fine. If anyone gives me trouble, I peck out their eyes.”

“Good egg.”

Tobias snorts. He and Nia, well-rested after an admittedly cozy night in Junie and Bolat’s home, lean against one of the tall pines to the side of the flying types’ home as they wait for them to finish saying their goodbyes. Junie seems ready to head out, at least, bouncing in place with the aforementioned map pinned under one of her tiny feet.

Now they just need Bolat to stop being an overbearing blissey.

Tobias looks up at slivers of blue sky as the wind rustles through the pines. It’s not as early as he usually likes to get going, mid-morning rather than dawn, but Junie and Bolat alike had refused to get up sooner. Outvoted three to one once Nia realized she had sleep-in backup, Tobias had settled for resting a bit longer, eventually flipping through Nia’s book about abilities out of boredom.

He’s glad they’re finally getting moving. The day looks nice, only a bit chilled by autumn winds, but he’s feeling restless. Ready to talk to Will and find out if the yamask has any answers. If not, then he’s ready to head back to the guild where they can see if August and the others came up with anything instead.

“Bo, we’ll be fine! Seriously!” Junie complains after another round of questions. “You worry too much.”

The skarmory gives Junie a playful nip with his wickedly sharp beak. “I don’t think you worry enough, for such a tiny thing. I’d prefer to escort you all there myself, but I can’t get someone to fill in for my mail route on such short notice.”

Nia cringes. “Sorry. I debated sending a letter ahead of time, but I thought it’d be a nice surprise for Junie.”

“It was!” Junie assures.

“We’ll be fine,” Tobias says, stepping forward and plucking the map out from under Junie’s foot before she loses it. He ignores her squawk of protest. “Luckily for these two, I can actually read a map.”

Bolat laughs as Junie pecks at Tobias’ leg and gets a light kick in return. “Good to hear. ‘Mon are fairly kind around this area, so just stop someone if you do get off the path and they should be able to guide you back.”

Nia and Tobias nod, and it falls quiet as Junie and Bolat both seem to realize there’s nothing else to be said.

“Bye, Bo,” Junie whispers, hopping forward to rub the top of her head against his metallic leg. “Sorry for ditching so suddenly. I’ll be back soon.”

Bo bends to rest his giant beak on Junie’s body. “Just come back safe, all right? We both know you have a penchant for trouble.”

Junie laughs, hopping back. “But I always find my way out of it!”

“Rarely on your own,” Tobias says. Nia elbows him.

“Oh, just wait and see if I save your butt next time you’re in trouble! You two have no room to talk!” Junie sticks her tongue out at him.

Tobias can’t resist doing the same.

“And on that note,” Nia says, laughter in her voice. “We’d better get going. Thanks again for letting us stay the night, Bo. And for the food! We’ll see you on our way back through, okay?”

“Safe travels, you three. Bring this little troublemaker back in one piece, all right? Too quiet around this place without her.”

Nia assures him that they will. Junie hops onto her shoulder, and the three of them start on the forested path back to Stonebrook, Nia and Junie waving until Bolat is completely out of sight.

Junie is directing Nia where to go, so Tobias lets himself fall back to pull out the map Bolat had lent them.

While the skarmory had pointed out their destination once already, the map is still more detailed than Tobias expects, spanning half the continent and even including some simple drawings to illustrate. He finds Stonebrook in the middle of the forest, then traces the path leading to the main road. From there, he moves south until the road leaves the forest entirely and enters the plains to the south. Eventually, the path hits the ocean at Kaleido Bay.

According to the skarmory, the human settlement is halfway between where the forest ends and the ocean begins, built into the side of a mesa off the main road. If they follow the trail south and stick to it, the mesa should be easy to spot. Bolat guessed that they could even make it there by nightfall, if they kept up a good pace.

Tobias looks up as they break from the pines and into the bright sunlight bathing Stonebrook in warmth. He would love to take a rest on one of the smooth, heated boulders strewn about the little village, but they have places to be. He folds up the map and tucks it into their satchel, then speeds up to match Nia’s stride.

“Marie makes the bestpastries ever,” Junie is saying, swooping around Nia as she points out different areas of the village. “Especially her pies. Ooh, we could stop and get one to eat on the way!”

“We can’t stop every time you get distracted,” Tobias says. “If we want to make it to Will’s by nightfall, we need to keep up a good pace.”

Junie pouts at him. “Spoilsport.”

“We do need to talk to Will as soon as possible,” Nia says, even as she lifts her nose into the air to sniff for pastries. “Maybe when we come back through?”

“Fiiine!”

Tobias takes the lead as they reach the path leading out of town. Junie doesn’t argue, instead diving into a conversation with Nia about what she’s been learning during her mail ‘mon training.

“So even though I’m tiny I could still carry letters and smaller packages. And if I did ever evolve—oh! Nia, have you seen a picture of what my evolution would be?!”

“I don’t think so?”

“I would be huge!” Junie says, swooping past Tobias to splay her wings wide. “Like, bigger than Bo!”

“Really?” Nia asks, eyes wide.

“Guess that’s one upside to the world ending,” Tobias says. “I don’t trust you with the power of a corviknight.”

Junie lands on the satchel looped around Tobias’ shoulder. “Aw, you scared?”

“No. You’d be a steel type. I’d scorch your feathers right off.”

“You wish!”

“You’d be a steel type?” Nia asks, curious.

“Yeah! Like Bo! Isn’t that neat?! Toby, you’re just jealous of how cool I’d be. I’d scare the pants off everyone!”

“Oh, please. I’d be a charizard. You’d be no match.”

“I still don’t think I’ve seen what a charizard actually looks like,” Nia says thoughtfully, head tilted. “You said you’d be big enough to carry me, right?”

“Easily. Charizard are strong flyers.”

“We could be flying buddies!” Junie chirps.

“Not a chance.”

“Flying,” Nia says, voice weak. “Great. How about land buddies instead?”

Tobias snorts, resigning himself to a day of lively conversation.

Their walk to the main road is uneventful. When they arrive, Tobias is a little surprised to see that the new path doesn’t look that different from the little trail to Stonebrook. It’s still a dirt road, just much wider and flattened from countless footsteps, the tall trees on either side a little more open to let in patches of sunlight.

The biggest change is how much busier this road is; they end up passing quite a few Pokemon on their way south. Mostly carts carrying goods between towns, some travelers on foot, and even another Seeker team or two, who give them cordial nods of acknowledgement as they pass.

Maybe an hour in, Nia and Junie take to guessing the names of each unknown species they see, making a game out of it with Tobias as the referee. After a bulky pignite passes by, the two wait until he’s out of sight before conspiring.

“Okay, what do we think?” Junie asks, perched on Nia’s shoulder. “Definitely something with ‘pig,’ right?”

“Hm…could be ‘boar’ instead,” Nia points out. “He had little tusks, right?”

“True. Okay, so ‘pig’ or ‘boar,’ and a fighting type.”

Nia frowns. “I was thinking fire, actually. He was a really bright orange.”

“Yeah, but did you see how jacked he was?! Plus, his fur kinda looked like was wearing a leotard or something. Definitely a fighting type.”

Nia hums doubtfully. “Okay, so fire or fighting? What does that give us?”

“Fire, fire, fire…cinder, maybe? Flame?” “Flame,” Nia murmurs. “Flame, flame…flambé?”

“Nia!” Junie gasps, sounding delighted. “Pork is not a thing here! You cannibal!”

“I-I wasn’t—they have a Pokemon called fidough, Junie! As in D-O-U-G-H! It’s a fair guess!”

Tobias barks a laugh, then quickly schools his expression when Nia and Junie look his way.

“Okay, okay!” Junie says, relenting. “Flambé’s on the table. So what’re our options? Flampig? Flamboar?”

“Flamboar’s not terrible,” Nia says. Then she gasps, paws clapping together. “I’ve got it! Flambabe!”

Tobias and Junie shoot Nia a puzzled look.

Nia shrinks back. “L-Like Babe the pig? From the book..?”

“Nerd,” Tobias and Junie say, in sync.

Junie gives Tobias a thrilled look. He gives her a horrified one in return. It’s not a good sign when they’re on the same wavelength.

“O-Okay, so it’s probably not flambabe!” Nia says, looking embarrassed. “Tobias, what’re they actually called?”

“It’s probably not even a pun this time,” Junie sighs.

“You sure you want to know?”

“Yeah!”

Tobias smirks. “…Pignite.”

A pause. Then Nia and Junie groan, defeated once more by the wordplay of the Ordirune language.

“But he was a fighting type, right?” Junie asks.

“I still think he looked a little fiery.”

Expectant, both of them look to Tobias once again.

“Pignite are fire types.”

“Yes!” Nia fist pumps.

“…And fighting types.”

“Yes!” Junie shouts.

“Wait,” Nia says. “So is that another tie?”

Their fourth tie in a row. Nia and Junie look at each other, then groan again, loud enough to startle a laugh out of Tobias.

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It’s early afternoon when they finally reach the edge of the forest, the trees thinning out into wide, flat fields of dry grasses. In the distance sits the faint, blocky shape of the mesa they’re looking for, tall amongst the flat landscape. Bolat wasn’t wrong—it’s certainly easy to spot.

They decide to stop there in the shade for lunch, pulling out the food Bolat had packed for them: mostly leftover berries and nuts from yesterday, as well as some bread that melts deliciously in Tobias mouth.

Maybe they do need to stop by that bakery on the way back.

They’re finishing up their meal food, looking out at the mesa, when conversation turns to Nia’s developing aura abilities.

“You can read minds now?!” Junie asks, beak dropping open to reveal a mouth full of mushed-up bread.

Tobias wrinkles his muzzle and reaches over to snap her beak closed.

Nia laughs, bashful. “Not exactly? It’s still mostly just emotions and, um…vague ideas of what they’re thinking? But they do get easier to understand if I’m really close to whoever I’m reading.”

The riolu glances at Tobias before looking away again. Tobias takes another bite of food and refuses to look at either of his companions, face burning hot.

Junie, unfortunately, catches the brief exchange. “Oh? And how did you find this out?”

“W-Well, I tested it out with some of my—some of ourfriends during training, and on my instructor.”

“And Toby joined in on the fun?”

Tobias glares at the little bird. “Val made me.”

Junie tweets a laugh. “Okay, okay, jeez. If looks could kill. So it doesn’t work if you aren’t really close to someone?”

“Well…” Nia tilts her head, lowering the bread she’d been nibbling on. “No. I can still latch on to their aura and get a vague idea of what they’re feeling. Like I always could. But with Tobias, it was almost like he was talking. It was more…specific.”

Tobias crunches into a chestnut to crack it open with his teeth. He still isn’t fond of that whole deal. Sure, if someone has to be peeking into his head, he’ll take Nia over almost anyone else, but those are his private thoughts and feelings. He doesn’t want someone poking around and judging him for what they find. He’s not a great Pokemon, but no one else needs to know that.

“So you took a little tour inside Toby’s head? Pretty nasty place, I bet,” Junie says.

Case in point.

Tobias reaches over and steals the rookidee’s last bluk berry, popping it into his mouth just to spite her.

“Hey!”

“You deserved it.”

“You kind of did,” Nia says, smiling sympathetically.

Junie huffs, but doesn’t argue. Then she perks up again, and Tobias knows what she’s going to say before the words even leave her mouth. “You should try it again on me! I wanna know if I can feel you rummaging around in my head.”

Nia doesn’t seem all that surprised by the request, either. Still, she looks cautious. “You sure? It’s kind of, uh. Private.”

“You said the same thing the first time you looked at my aura! C’mon, let’s try it!”

Nia laughs. “Okay, okay. I’ll, um, try it from a distance first, then use contact if that doesn’t work.”

Junie doesn’t argue, settling down a foot or so from Nia.

Nia closes her eyes, concentrating. Her paws remain in her lap.

Tobias watches, curious despite himself. Just because he doesn’t want to be the test subject doesn’t mean Nia’s powers aren’t interesting.

“Oh!” Nia’s eyes remain closed, but her brows shoot up. “I got it! And I didn’t even have to make contact first.”

“Does that mean you’re getting better at using your aura?” Junie asks. “Or that we’re besties?”

Nia makes a so-so gesture with her paw. “Probably a bit of column A, bit of column B? Stay there—I want to see how far I can get.”

Nia stands up, eyes still closed, and starts backing up across the grass.

“Rock,” Tobias calls, just in time for Nia to stumble and nearly fall on her tail. She shoots him a grin and a thumbs-up, eyes still closed, before continue to step back, slower this time.

Finally, Nia stops a few yards away from Junie. She’s frowning and tilting her head as if to hear better.

“I think this is my limit right now,” Nia says.

“That’s farther than it was at the guild,” Tobias points out.

“Can you tell what I’m thinking?!” Junie calls.

A moment of quiet. Then, Nia laughs. “Not exactly, but I can tell you’re trying to think of the weirdest things possible to catch me off-guard. You feel…playful?”

Junie laughs. “I’ll show you playful! Here, see if you can feel what flying is like!”

With that, Junie launches herself into the air.

“Oh, this should be good,” Tobias mutters, watching Junie flap higher above their heads. She catches a breeze, then falls backwards and does a loop-de-loop with more agility than Tobias expects. Huh. Maybe her training with the skarmory is helping after all.

Nia groans, sinking to her knees and looking sick. Her eyes crack open. “Ugh. Yup, I felt that.”

“You did?!” Junie calls, stopping to flap in place.

“Unfortunately. I swear I could feel my stomach flip.”

“Yeah, isn’t it awesome?”

Tobias snorts, watching as Junie does more loops and spins overhead, a dark blur against the bright blue of the sky. Her shadow passes over them.

Nia trudges back to Tobias’ side and plops down, still looking vaguely nauseous. “I don’t think I was built for the air.”

Tobias laughs. “You literally weren’t.”

Nia whines, tucking her head into her knees.

Tobias gives her another patronizing pat on the back before tilting his head back to watch Junie again. The little flying type is whooping with joy as she shows off, and Tobias is torn between envy and a weird sense of peace.

Tobias doesn’t hate having the rookidee around. He likes how happy she makes Nia, for one. And with such a heavy atmosphere hanging over them lately—what with the world ending and all—even Tobias can appreciate a bit of levity.

In some ways, Junie actually reminds him of his sister. Much more annoying, of course, much pushier, but she has a similar kind of wit and playfulness to her as Vivi did. At first the similarity rubbed him the wrong way, but it’s starting to feel familiar now. More entertaining than upsetting.

“Toby! Toby, watch this!”

She even uses the same stupid nickname.

Tobias rolls his eyes. “I’m watching!”

Junie tucks her wings and drops like a stone. Beside him, Nia yelps, tensing as if to jump up. But Junie snaps open her wings just in time and swoops low across the ground to flutter to a stop at their feet.

“Wasn’t that sick?!”

“It looked dangerous!” Nia frets.

“Nah, Bo showed me how to do it safely.”

“Bolat showed you how to do that?!” Nia asks, scandalized.

“Uh, yeah? I told you he has fun uncle energy. He’s not my dad.”

“Still!”

Tobias shakes his head, biting back a smile as he starts cleaning up the remains of their meal. It’s time to get moving again.

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By time they find the fork in the road leading to Will’s settlement, it’s sunset and even Junie has quieted down, fatigued after a long afternoon of travelling the road through open fields under the hot sun. The mesa looms over them, still in the distance but close enough that they can pick out some of the finer details of its stone face and scraggly trees.

Noticing the branching path, Junie perks up from where she’s nestled into Nia’s neck fluff.

“Finally! I feel like we’ve been looking at that stupid rock forever. How much longer do you think we have?”

Tobias doesn’t answer, stepping onto the smaller trail leading in the direction of the mesa. Unlike the main road, this path is made for only one or two ‘mon at a time, dirt trail nearly swallowed by the long, dry grasses swaying gently around them.

“Maybe an hour or two, if I had to guess?” Nia says, squinting.

Junie whines, burying her face into Nia’s fur.

“You aren’t even the one walking,” Tobias grumbles, hopping down a shallow shelf of rock in the path.

“At least we can see where we’re heading,” Nia says, ever the optimist. “And it’s late enough that it’s going to start cooling down soon.”

“I guess.”

With that, they fall silent again. Slowly, the sky bleeds to a lavender gray, only their breaths and the whistle of the wind through rustling grass to keep them company. It’s nearly dusk by time they reach the foot of the mesa, its presence overwhelmingly tall above them. It brings to mind half-remembered sensations from Tobias’ childhood in the mountains.

The trail they’d been following starts to wind its way up a steep, mountainous incline. It’s almost serpentine, snaking through the environment, cobbled with rough stones underfoot and walled in by cliff faces, wiry trees, and foliage. Tobias, already tired from the journey here, is breathing hard within minutes. Junie takes mercy on Nia and hops down to trail along behind them.

Tobias isn’t sure how long they follow the trail, relying more and more on Tobias’ tail flame to light the way as the sky darkens. Nia and Tobias both trip more than once on the rough terrain, and take to skating their hands along the rocks and branches crowding on either side of the path to keep their balance. Junie at least doesn’t have to worry about going slipping into a ravine or sliding off the mountainside.

Tobias is getting close to calling that they stop to rest for the night, the conditions too dangerous to traverse with such low light, when they round a bend and see…lights.

“Oh, look,” Nia says, stopping.

Tobias and Junie stop too, staring across the small canyon they’ve been ascending.

On the other side, tucked under the shelf-like lip of the top of the mesa, sprawls a surprisingly sizeable town, seemingly carved into the side of the cliff itself. The buildings are angular structures made of stone, and there is enough golden light spilling from windows and open doors to illuminate them, an oasis of warmth in the sprawling darkness of night.

“It’s beautiful,” Nia murmurs.

“It almost looks like a human city!” Junie says.

It’s…fine. Tobias doesn’t understand why they’re fussing so much.

“C’mon,” Tobias says, moving forward again. “Almost there.”

Luckily for their sore, tired feet, they wind their way around the canyon and to the entrance of the village relatively quickly.

There, a hulking mass of purple armor and pointed barbs is stationed. A nidoking. Tobias remembers seeing him at the human convention, but he still stops in his tracks as the poison type’s beady eyes lock onto them.

Before anyone can say anything, a high voice speaks up.

“Oh, hey! It’s you three!”

Tobias blinks. Then, movement catches his eye. It’s a tiny yellow blur, hopping down from the nidoking’s shoulder and skittering across the rocky dirt to stop before the trio. A young joltik, his fluffy yellow fur bright against the darkness. He’s barely the size of Tobias’ hand.

Tobias’ brow furrows at the familiar greeting. He glances up at the nidoking to make sure this isn’t some sort of trap, then back at Nia and Junie. They seem just as lost as he is.

“I’m sorry,” Nia says, stepping forward and crouching down. “Um. Have we met?”

The joltik cocks his head, but then looks down at himself and chirps, “Oh, right!”

The little bug type leaps up, tucks into a roll, and in a flash of cool blue light, grows over five times as big before landing on four paws. His coat is orange with black stripes and accented with fluffy cream fur.

“I’m Asher!” The growlithe pup yips, tail wagging proudly. “I ran into you at the convention, remember?”

Tobias stares, still more caught off guard by the haunting coat pattern than anything.

“Whoa!” Junie shoves forward. “How’d you do that?!”

Asher snickers, leaps up again, and in another icy blue flash lands on more delicate paws. They’re a deep red against his dark gray coat, matching the tuft of red fur sitting atop his head beween pointed ears. His golden eyes are bright as sparks.

Tobias breathes again.

“I’m a zorua, duh!”

“Don’t duh me! I’m human. How was I supposed to know that?”

“Humans don’t seem to know a lot of things.”

“Hey!”

While Junie and Asher squabble, Tobias takes another breath to calm himself. It’s better with the growlithe visage gone. Zorua are tricksters, but he can handle a trickster better than a growlithe.

“Can zorua turn into…anything?” Nia whispers to Tobias, eyes wide and ears perked. Tobias can practically see the questions building on her tongue.

“Any Pokemon, yeah.”

He snorts despite himself as Asher morphs into a rookidee, Junie’s mirror image. The real Junie squawks, outraged, and bats at him with a wing. Asher laughs, and for a brief moment Tobias sees a flicker of gray fur and red paws before he perfects the illusion once more.

“They’re more like…illusions, though, rather than actual transformations.”

That doesn’t deter Nia’s obvious fascination. She asks Asher if he can turn into her as well, and the zorua does so in a heartbeat, grinning at Nia’s awestruck expression.

“As fun as this is,” Tobias interrupts, still eyeing the silent mass of nidoking nearby. “Can we go inside?”

“Oh!” Asher morphs again in a flash, changing into another charmander, just without Tobias’ scarf. “Sure! C’mon! I can show you around. I know everything about this place.”

Asher skips towards the nidoking and the light of the town behind him. Junie giggles at the sight while Nia bites back a smile. Tobias huffs, following the cheeky kid with a lash of his tail.

The nidoking is even more intimidating up close. Over four times their height and just as wide, with a variety of scars. Tobias can feel the nidoking’s weight and strength as he shifts, looking over each of them.

“Hi, Slate!” Asher chirps.

The massive nidoking grunts in return. “You know them?”

“Sorta! They were at the human convention in Ghatha.”

Slate nods, stepping aside and shifting his heavy tail out of the way.

“Thanks, Slate! I’ll bring you more gummies tomorrow.”

Slate doesn’t answer, but Asher isn’t fazed. He shifts into a meowth and trots by the nidoking with his tail held high. “You haven’t been here before, right?”

“No,” Tobias answers, looking around as they enter town.

A path leads around the outside of the village, a sturdy wall of stones to their right to prevent anyone from tumbling off the cliff. Periodically, torches are perched atop the stone to provide light. To their left, they pass tall buildings constructed of rocks and mortar, where golden light and laughter spill from open windows into the cooling night air.

“So what do you wanna see first? We’ve got all kinds of cool human stuff here! Like…clothes! You guys like clothes, right? We have someone who makes those!”

“You do?” Nia asks, tail wagging in excitement. She picks up her pace to match Asher. Junie hops onto her shoulder to listen as well. Tobias trails behind.

“Yeah! But they aren’t working right now, since it’s late. Oh! Do you want a bath? We have a soapmaker here, too. All the humans go crazy for soap.”

“You have soap?!” Nia asks, voice cracking. She sound like she’s about to cry.

Asher laughs. “Yeah! I don’t really like it. Too strong for me. But we can get you some to use! I know they’ve been working on new, uh…flavors? Scents!”

“What else do you have?” Junie asks, sounding just as excited as Nia.

“Lotsa stuff! Oh! We have someone who makes games and toys, too! You definitely have to visit him. He’s the best.”

Tobias falls farther back, continuing to look around as the three babble on. Most of the inhabitants seem to be inside as night settles in, but the group passes one or two ‘mon out and about. They’re wearing more cloth than Tobias is used to seeing outside of cold weather. A flaaffy has a billowy transparent shawl around their shoulders and another tied around their hips, and a strangely familiar-looking elekid and sandile wearing lightweight scarves scamper by right after.

One building’s door is propped open, and Tobias glances in as they pass by. While the group of Pokemon inside don’t seem to be related biologically, all different species and types, they laugh comfortably with one another as they play games and chat. They’re sitting around a small firepit in the center space of the home. Tobias catches sight of large alcoves set into the rounded walls behind them, with blankets spilling out. Nests?

There are large jars bordering the empty wall off to the side of the group, likely for water. Plus a table with some chairs, books in a small bookcase, floors covered in rugs, and even a few pieces of art hung on the walls.

It's…cozy-looking, admittedly. Spacious enough, but warm. Lived-in.

“Is that a band?!” Junie asks from up ahead, just a smidge too loud.

Her question snags Tobias’ attention, and he jogs to catch up with the three of them. Nia and Junie are looking expectantly at a small outdoor area, with a little fire pit lit in its belly. A small crowd of Pokemon—of humans—are gathered around its edges, reclined and chatting across tiers of stone steps.

In the center, near the fire, a trio of Pokemon do appear to be preparing for a song. A clobbopus hovers their broad tentacles over a pair of drums. A loudred is holding a delicate wooden flute to his lips with giant hands. The last Pokemon, a brionne, appears to be a singer. She has a flipper held to her throat, her eyes closed as she hums to herself.

Nia, Junie, and even Asher gravitate towards the performers with shining eyes. Tobias sighs, resigning himself to listening too, and stands next to his partner.

The drummer start first, jumping right into a tempo so quick that their tentacles are a blur of movement. The crowd’s chatter slows and quiets. After a moment, the flutist joins in with surprising grace, their sharp notes somehow weaving perfectly around the drumbeats. Finally, a few beats later, the vocalist starts up, raising her chin and closing her eyes to release a high, haunting note.

Tobias feels a chill roll over the skin on his arms, as much as he doesn’t want to admit it. He was hoping these three would be terrible. Instead, as the brionne sings a few more wordless notes, her voice lilting high and low in tandem with the flute, Tobias has to admit they’re…good. Really good. His fingers twitch towards the satchel at his hip, wanting to pull out his guitar and join in.

He chances a glance at Nia and Junie. Both of them are enraptured, and Nia even looks a little emotional. Tobias wonders if she knows the song, or if it’s just his partner being her usual sensitive self.

Tobias huffs and closes his eyes, letting the stupidly beautiful music wash over him. The night breeze drifts by, cool, but it carries some of the warmth and scent of the bonfire with it, too. He should probably be enjoying this.

Eventually, minutes later, the song dies away with a warbling high note. The crowd breaks into applause, whistling and cheering.

“Wasn’t that great?” Nia leans over to whisper, eyes shining. Apparently she remembers that he exists again.

“It was fine,” he grumbles.

Nia gives him a more focused look, smile faltering. “Are you okay?”

“Asher!” A voice calls from behind them, cutting Tobias off before he can respond.

Asher jumps and squeaks at the voice, meowth tail bottlebrushing as he spins around. “H-Hey Dad!”

Tobias turns around to see a jolteon moving towards them at a brisk pace. Tobias can’t tell if his fur is the normal level of spiked for a jolteon, or if it’s pricklier than usual from the worried annoyance Tobias can read on the Pokemon’s face.

The jolteon seems surprised when he notices Tobias, Nia, and Junie, though, slowing to a stop. “Oh! Hello there. I…wasn’t aware we had newcomers.”

“We’re not,” Tobias says.

“We just got in tonight. We were hoping to talk to Will about something,” Nia says. “A-And maybe stay for a night or two to rest afterwards? We ran into Asher at the convention in Ghatha, so he was showing us around.”

“He’s supposed to be cleaning his room,” the jolteon says, giving Asher a dry look.

“Can’t it wait until after I show them around?” Asher whines. “Cerise is singing tonight!”

The jolteon’s stern expression doesn’t falter, but he does sigh. “You can come with me as I show them around, but after that you’re cleaning up your toys.”

“Fiiine,” Asher groans. He transforms back into a zorua and moves to the jolteon’s side, tail held low. “I wasn’t doing anything bad.”

“He’s been really helpful, actually!” Nia assures.

The jolteon’s spines relax a bit more. “Well, that’s good to hear, at least. Did you three want to keep watching the show? I’d imagine you’re likely half-asleep if you traveled here by foot, but Cerise is quite the treasure.”

“Well…” Nia glances longingly over her shoulder at the band as they start up their next song, and then at Tobias.

There’s a sudden loud gurgle, and all of their heads snap down to look at Junie.

For once, the rookidee almost seems embarrassed. Still, she laughs. “Uh. You got any food?”

The jolteon chuckles. “I think that can be arranged. Come with me. We can always show you around more tomorrow.”

The jolteon trots down the path, deeper into town. The rest of them follow as the band’s next song drifts into the air. Their group passes by a few other Pokemon, but Tobias doesn’t pay them any mind until he sees Nia do a double-take, slowing to a stop.

“What?” Tobias asks.

“That Pokemon looked like Seiji. The scientist who helped me with my aura at the convention?”

Tobias turns to look at the group again. Sure enough, there’s a little blue disk of a bronzor bobbing along with the others.

“Oh, have you met before?” The jolteon asks, doubling back.

“Briefly,” Nia answers. “I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see him here.”

“Ah. Well, we had a large surge in numbers after the fire. Lots of humans didn’t feel safe after that, unfortunately.”

Tobias suddenly realizes why that elekid and sandile they’d passed by earlier looked familiar. They’d seen the electric-type at the convention, having trouble containing his electricity, and Tobias had pulled that very sandile out of the building’s rubble himself.

“Is everyone here because of stuff like that?” Junie asks, hopping onto a nearby stone to be closer to eye-level.

“Not everyone, but the majority. With the way the world is breaking down, animosity towards humans has only gotten worse. They come here for sanctuary. For likeminded folks who they can connect to and feel safe with.”

Tobias frowns. On one hand, he gets that—he feels an automatic kinship with other Seekers, after all, and fire types. But something about all of the humans hiding out here still feels…wrong. Nia’s happy at the guild, right? She always gets so excited about meeting new Pokemon and learning new things. Do these humans really want to trade all of that away? Is the world really so scary to them that they have to hide from it entirely?

Tobias glances at Nia and Junie.

Nia’s brow is furrowed, but Tobias isn’t sure exactly what she’s thinking.

Junie tilts her head at the jolteon. “That makes sense, but how did you get here?”

“Pardon?” The jolteon asks, looking surprised.

“Well, you’re the kid’s dad, right?” Junie asks, glancing at Asher. The zorua has transformed into a vulpix and is absentmindedly chasing his own tails. “He told us he wasn’t a human at the convention, so…”

“Junie!” Nia admonishes, looking embarrassed.

“What?! It’s a valid question!”

It is, actually. Tobias had forgotten about that. He narrows his eyes at the jolteon.

…Who he hasn’t gotten the name of yet.

The jolteon doesn’t look cornered by the question. He simply laughs. “Ah, right. Well, I’m close with Will, so I just wanted to help him out. I’m not the only non-human here.”

“Really?” Nia asks.

“Of course.” The jolteon sits back, looking at ease. “We couldn’t have built up this village with just the humans, especially at the beginning.”

“Slate’s not human!” Asher muffled voice chimes in. His fluffy tails are caught in his jaws, and he’s still spinning in a circle. “He helped us build a lot since he’s so strong!”

“Why?” Tobias asks. The humans he gets—they feel safer here, and they’re hoping Will is their ticking to returning home. But natural-born Pokemon?

“Most of them were hired during the building process and just decided to stick around,” the jolteon says, shrugging his shoulders. “Some of them want to go to the human world, too.”

Junie frowns. “How would that work if they don’t have a human body to go back to?”

“Will’s been looking into that. The research team figures that if humans were given a body to fit into this world, then the same should happen for Pokemon going the opposite direction. If not, then they’ll likely just keep their Pokemon forms.”

Tobias exchanges a doubtful look with Nia. They both know the truth, after all, that Nia and Junie were only given their Pokemon forms because Mew created them. Although yamask are formed without any interference, so…

The jolteon catches their look. “You said you wanted to talk to Will, right? Is it about getting back to the human world?”

“To…an extent,” Nia answers. “It’s related, but it’s actually more to do with the natural disasters. We were hoping he could help us with a lead.”

The jolteon hums, glancing down at Asher as his son rolls over with a flash and turns into an eevee, weaving between his legs. “I’m sure he’d be willing to talk, but he’s likely retired for the night. Can it wait until morning?”

Tobias opens his mouth to say no, but Nia beats him to it.

“Sure!” At Tobias’ glare, she adds. “W-We need to rest anyways. One night shouldn’t hurt, right?”

Tobias doesn’t argue, much as he wants to. He is exhausted. And he wants to be in top form when they talk to Will.

“I vote food and sleep!” Junie chirps.

The jolteon smiles. “We can manage that. Come on. Not much farther now.”

The jolteon turns to go, but Tobias steps forward first. “Wait. First—what’s your name?”

Both Nia and Junie look startled, first by the sudden question and then by the realization that they’d made it this far into the conversation without such a basic exchange.

The jolteon looks at them for a moment, then laughs. Tobias doesn’t like it. “Right, my apologies. I forget sometimes, with newcomers. Here. You’re probably more familiar with this face.”

The jolteon doesn’t need to leap up, and simply flashes a bright purple before he transforms into a psychic type ponyta, with a fluffy mane and a small black horn.

Junie gasps and points a wing. “The My Little Pony!”

Nia yelps, “Fidel?!”

Fidel smiles, sidestepping Asher as the kid tries to tackle his legs. “We didn’t get to talk much at the Ghatha convention, with everything that happened. But I remember you three. Nia and Junie, wasn’t it? And…”

“Tobias!” Junie offers up.

Tobias flicks her with his tail, nearly knocking her over.

“Are you a zorua too?” Nia asks. She looks a little embarrassed about the bluntness of her question, but it’s clear she’s been thrown for a loop by this revelation.

“Not quite.” In another quick purple flash, Fidel transforms again. Then he’s twice his previous size, towering over the rest of them. Lanky, powerful arms are covered in deep gray fur and tipped with long red claws. Longer red fur flows from atop his head and around his neck like a mane. Sharp face, sharp ears, sharp smile.

“Dad’s a zoroark!” Asher says proudly, transforming back into a zorua and craning back to look up at Fidel. “If I do stay a Pokemon when we go to the human world, I’m hoping I’ll be able to evolve there! Then I can make illusions for all the big Pokemon that Dad can. Right?”

Fidel leans down to nose his son’s head with a tight smile. “Right.”

Tobias frowns. So Fidel is planning on going to the human world with his son? That feels…off. Even if Fidel and Will are friends. Even taking the natural disasters and mystery dungeons into account. Would that really be enough for Fidel to take his son away from the only world they know?

“Are there other zoroark around?” Junie asks, clearly from a place of curiosity and not the suspicion Tobias is feeling.

“Oh! Right!” Nia says, tail wagging excitedly. “You’re a canine—do zorua and zoroark travel in packs like riolu and lucario do?”

Fidel gives Nia an amused look. “I don’t see much of a pack with you right now.”

“That’s ‘cause she’s got us!” Junie says, hopping up to perch on Nia’s shoulder. “Much more versatile.”

Fidel looks endeared by the idea. “I suppose that’s true.”

“Me and Dad are the only zors around here,” Asher adds. He scrambles up his dad’s back to burrow into the zoroark’s fluffy mane. A moment later, his little face pokes out to look at them. “Sometimes I wish there were more, but it is fun playing pranks since no one here is good at seeing illusions.”

“Which is a habit we’ve been trying to break.”

Asher snickers and burrows back into Fidel’s mane.

Fidel sighs, but the sound is fond. He looks down at the three of them. “How about I finally get you all to the inn?”

Tobias doesn’t argue, trailing behind Nia and Junie as they chat with the zoroark. The dark type leads them to one of the larger structures, near the edge of the settlement. It’s a tall, tan building made of stacked stones and mortar, golden light spilling from its windows.

The door is cracked open, so Fidel nudges his way inside. They follow, finding themselves in a spacious room taking up the entirety of the first floor. A brightly patterned rug circles the floor, a fire pit at its center, providing light and warmth. An assortment of alcoves line the rounded walls. Some are large enough to hold entire Pokemon and have blankets folded up inside, ready to be used as nests. Another section of the wall has much smaller nooks dug into the stone. For storage, likely, considering the wrapped goods and jars Tobias spots there.

There’s a torracat lying in one of the sleeping shelves, a blanket draped over her. She’s using a claw to carefully carve into a chunk of wood, the little alcove lit by the glowing bell at her throat. Her ear twitches, and she glances up at the newcomers.

“We’ve got a few late-night visitors, Clara. Think you can get them settled in with some food and a bed for the night?”

The torracat sighs, setting down her carving and slipping to the ground to stretch. Her black and red striped pelt ripples. “Only for you, Del.”

“Thank you.” Fidel smiles. “I have to get Asher to clean up his room and—”

The zoroark cuts himself off, blinking. He pats at his mane, then looks down around his legs. Asher is gone. They all give the room a quick glance, but the zorua is nowhere to be seen.

Fidel’s expression falls flat. “No desserts for him for a week. You’ve got this, Clara?”

Clara looks amused, whiskers twitching. She gestures him out with a paw. “I can handle ‘em. Go catch your kid.”

“Thank you.” Fidel gives them all a tired smile and a nod. “I’ll come get you tomorrow morning when Will is free. Rest well.”

With that, Fidel slips back out the door.

Clara yawns, showing off sharp teeth. “Well. Let’s get you settled, I guess. You could’ve came a bit earlier, y’know. I was in the middle of something.”

“Sorry,” Nia says, sheepish. “We, uh, came a long way.”

“Isn’t this your job?” Junie asks, much less apologetic.

“Eh, kinda.” The torracat slinks to the side of the room where the smaller alcoves sit in the wall, full of goods. She flicks her tail for them to take a seat on the ground by the fire. “As much of a job as you need here, at least.”

“Which means..?”

“Will takes care of us whether we work or not,” Clara says, pulling down wooden plates and some wrapped goods to throw together a late-night meal. “I just like having a bit of pocket money.”

“That’s kind of him,” Nia says.

“Yeah,” Tobias says, doubtful. “How did he hire the ‘mon to build this place if he’s throwing money around like that?”

“Maybe he found a good job?” Nia suggests.

“Or he found hidden treasure!” Junie chirps.

“Mm. Dunno, don’t care.” Clara unwraps the packages to reveal breads, cheeses, berries, and nuts. Tobias’ stomach growls. “It’s chill here, and that’s all I care about.”

Nia and Junie continue the conversation as Clara puts together a little snack plate for each of them. Tobias crosses his arms and leans back against the wall, unsatisfied. Maybe he is being overly cautious, but he’d argue he’s just compensating for Nia and Junie’s lack of caution. Someone’s gotta make sure they don’t end up dead from trusting the wrong ‘mon.

But at least for tonight, he’ll rest. Tomorrow they can see what Will has to say.

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