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oceanic-sunsets · 2 years

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hey, everyone! as you know, there has been an incredible increase of byler fics on ao3, and since it can be hard to find what do read or how to find what you're looking for, i thought i could contribute with my own list of fic recs. This is only part one, i'll keep updating as i read. Also, if you have any fic rec for me, please share them with me via ask or dms!

None of the fics in this list are rated Explicit.

The italics represent the fic summary. The comment underneath is my opinion.

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a game of truths - RomeoWrites | 22.5k | canon compliant “Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.” OR Mike and Will play a game of truths. I loved how their relationship was portrayed here. The change between being so close, to suddenly not telling each other stuff and even lying, and then slowly trying to rebuild their friendship and trust. Their relationship developed beautifully. I wish i could read this again for the first time!

no end to this want - astrobi | 21.4k | canon compliant "Mike thinks back to the painting Will gave him, rolled up and placed carefully in his dresser drawer because for some reason it felt too wrong to hang it up on the walls with everything else. Too intimate. Like Will had made it for his eyes only. Or, apparently as everyone else thought, some mystery lover in California. And then he thinks about Will dozing off on his bed, and saying I think I’m in love with you all soft and slowed down from the inertia of sleep, and that’s right about when Mike starts to feel seriously lightheaded. He leans back against his bed and focuses very hard on taking deep, even breaths." Mike contemplates his feelings for Will Byers, partakes in a concerning amount of swooning, and learns to drive. Sort of. This was amazing. I love reading from Mike's pov because i wanna study his brain under a microscope. This fic takes you through the process of realizing his feelings while trying to mend his friendship with Will, and where he accidentally tells the party Will likes someone and they think it's some mysterious girl and it's hilarious. you're not gonna regret reading this one!

i'm tearing you asunder - smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 21k | canon compliant “Did I do something wrong?” Mike questions, mouth twisted in a frown, eyes less wide than they were a few moments ago, sleepiness gone. His arms stay at his sides, although his fingers fiddle with his sleeves. “What did I do wrong?” Will frowns back. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Mike doesn’t look like he believes him. Will doesn’t blame him. “Then why do you keep leaving?” The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance. I'm pretty sure a lot of you have already read this one, but i just have to include it. I love how, from Mike's perspective, Will is the one pulling away from him. We're so used to reading everything through his eyes, that sometimes we forget how confused Mike must feel. But then again, he fails to understand how sidelined Will has felt for a while. They misunderstand each other, which is hard after so many years of friendship and being so close. This fic takes us through the journey of them relearning how to trust each other and be vulnerable.

i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn | 8k | canon compliant Now that Will’s sitting and Mike’s the one that’s standing, he looks impossibly tall. Tall and lanky, and huge. He should sit back down, Will thinks, lay back down next to Will and stay in their own secluded little bubble. “I really want to kiss you,” Mike says, and Will’s eyes snap back up to his so violently he thinks he hears his own neck crack with the force of it. “Don’t,” Will croaks, before his brain has even processed the words. “Don’t say that.” “Okay,” Mike says easily, still staring. And what the actual fuck is going on? Is Will hallucinating? Is the weed making him hallucinate? “So sausage and pepperoni?” Will stares dumbly at him. “Um - yeah. Yes.” “Cool,” Mike replies and then just turns around and leaves Will sitting dumbly in his own room. or Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea. Just as the summary says: basically Mike and Will get high and Mike makes a petition. This was hilarious, beautiful, and a little heartbreaking, you name it! it has everything. I just really love Mike in this one:)

darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) - andiwriteordie | 11k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Nobody expects it to be Mike. Everyone is expecting it to be Max or Nancy, who both have already been targeted. Or maybe El, whose childhood in Hawkins Lab makes her the perfect target. Or Will, who has gone through more than enough trauma in the past three years alone for all of them. Nobody expects it to be Mike. Or, the one in which it's Mike, not Will, who Vecna targets. Mike gets vecna'ed, and we get to see what he's really going through. This was a great fic to read while we waited for vol. 2, but it's always going to be an amazing read! and honestly, everything this author writes is wonderful, i'm not including all of their fics only because i haven't read them all (yet).

what a goddamn kiss to think about - zadurn | 5k | i think au? unsure of the clasification here i'm sorry “Can I kiss you?” he asks. Hearing the words out loud makes everything feel that much more real, and Mike loves it. He thinks he might love Will, too, and the thought doesn’t feel new. It’s like a stone that’s half buried in the dirt but just got kicked loose. It’s something that’s been deep in Mike’s heart for a while, years, maybe, but just got unearthed. Will pushes him away, and Mike has no idea what he did wrong. He was just telling the truth. Friends don’t lie. “What?” Will asks, voice sounding kind of choked. He’s grimacing, and Mike wants to un-say whatever bad thing he said so that Will smiles at him again. “I— I asked if I could kiss you,” Mike says, and Will shushes him. He looks around frantically. “Mike,” Will replies. He sounds tired. “You can’t just ask that.” “Why not? I want to kiss you so I asked.” “But you don’t, Mike. You don’t want to… to kiss me. You’re just drunk.” – alternatively: mike pines while drunk, and then he pines while sober. Listen, i just really love pining!mike fics where he asks Will if he can kiss him and Will thinks it's not real because Mike is under the influence of some substance. This was such a fun read! the ending was beautiful!

when the dust settles - teafortozier | 4.8k | canon compliant When all is said and done, days later, when Hawkins is condemned and quarantined and the town evacuated, Wheelers and Byers divided between four motel rooms in the nearest town with any vacancies after the mass exodus from Hawkins—it’s just Mike and the painting. * The post-season 4 fix-it the Duffers are too cowardly to write. They have the very necessary talks where they address what should've been addressed in the show too. This is Mike's pov, which, at this point, is notable i love haha. One of my favorite fix-it fics, definitely!

why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath | 51k (so far. ongoing.) | canon divergence When Eleven saves Will from Vecna she gets more than she bargained for when they wake up in the wrong bodies. Now to prevent Vecna from infiltrating the mind of his most perfect host the two of them must pretend to be the other. Will grapples with the feelings that he’s trying to push away. Mike wonders why it feels like he’s falling in love all over again. What will become of everything when Hawkins finally falls? In order to save Will from Vecna, El traps herself in his mind. What he doesn't know, is that this causes them to switch bodies. And on top of that, they can't tell anyone about their switch because Vecna would find out if he entered their mind. Soo, Will has to pretend to be El, and El has to pretend to be Will. And let me tell you, i can't stop thinking about this fic since i read it, seriously. This scenario makes possible to explore a lot of themes and situations! Will suddenly has to deal with having Mike's attention all the time, and El understands how it feels to be ignored/pushed away by someone you love. Willel is amazing here, too, they start bonding even more thanks to their particular situation. And Mike... Poor Mike, he's so confused and doesn't know what he's feeling and why. This fic has everything! it's funny at times, really sad and heartbreaking at others, clever, and makes you go through so many different emotions. Be aware it's still ongoing, but don't worry, it's usually quick to update!

Us against the world - wasabi8000 | 13k | canon compliant They were right, Mike really is oblivious. Which is why when he figures out Will likes him, his entire world is turned on its axis. Or Mike finally puts the pieces together. Chaos ensues. It's really common to have Mike be absolutely oblivious to what is happening with Will, but what would happen if he figured it out? he's a little clueless when it comes to feelings, but he's also smart. This fic explores that. A great read that differs a little from the most popular interpretation of "mike doesn't figure it out".

i think we're alone now - friendstolovers | 3.5k | canon divergence i think? "Whatever," Lucas shrugs. "You’re just jealous that you aren’t getting any.” Mike raises an eyebrow, like he knows something the rest of them don't. Will looks like he wants to drown him. He probably deserves it. In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself. Teens being teens, Mike being jealous and not being able to stop thinking about Will. The party being clueless as to what is really going on haha. It was a sweet and fun read! perfect for when you want to step away from angst for a bit and are looking for something more lighthearted.

Mike Wheeler is Doing Just Fine - AtomosphericNonsense | 5k | canon compliant Mike Wheeler is doing just fine. No. Really. He’s okay. He’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with him. Nothing to see here, just mind your own fucking business. AKA: local stressed and queer teen has a mental breakdown, yells at a lake, and then has several more breakdowns. This is a Mike character study, in which he has several meltdowns. Luckily, he has people who help him endure it. Steve and Robin are wonderful here!

the winner takes it all - andiwriteordie | 9k | canon compliant “Honestly, I bet they’ll end up dating at one point or another. I’ve just got a feeling.” “I’ll take that bet,” Steve says, voice filled with certainty. “Bet you ten bucks Wheeler and Byers are just friends and don’t get together.” Robin and Steve make a bet on whether Will and Mike will end up together. Naturally, chaos ensues. Just as established by the summary, Steve and Robin make a bet about whether Will and Mike will get together. Then it escalates, more people get involved, and the bet changes from if to when. Such a fun and entertaining read!

when will you accept yourself? - awhstrangerthings | 8k | canon compliant, but post s3 and pre s4. There was only one thing he and Robin Buckley had in common; they both were undeniable nerds. So he's a little confused when he walks into the Video Store, and Robin offers advice of all things. After many visits and conversations about life, relationships, who he is as a person— Mike realises why he's been so drawn to converse with Robin, and that there were two things they had in common after all. Over the course of a month, we see Mike Wheeler in a state of vulnerability that we've never seen him in before as he comes to terms with himself, his sexuality, and his feelings for a certain friend in California with the help of Robin. Or, Mike Wheeler and his blossoming friendship with Robin Buckley. We have quite a few fics of Robin befriending Will, which i love, but now think about this: Mike befriending Robin. Their friendship is truly everything!

head over heels - ashhaxkerman | 11k | canon compliant On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the night. Mike and Will get a moment alone to talk. In which Will's birthday is forgotten and Mike attempts to fix their friendship, which he realizes, is something so much more.

we could be heroes (just for one day) - buffymysavior | 8k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Will can’t help but feel a sense of dread as Jonathan speeds past the familiar “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, the cold air pouring in through the windows and making the back of his neck prickle in a way it hasn’t since he’d left town. The past week had been…unexpected, to say the least. At the most, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he would give Mike the painting currently sticking out of the front of his backpack and that Mike would suddenly remember how much Will meant to him, and then things could go back to how they were supposed to be, and maybe Will could write off the past year of loneliness and self-pity as overthinking and nothing more. Instead, he found himself spending the week in the back of a pizza truck that had at one point housed a dead body, and when they weren’t in danger of getting shot by rogue government agents, he was trying to ignore the butterflies Mike Wheeler gave him whenever he smiled at him like it meant something. This fic written by my friend! Will gets vecna'ed, and Mike has some realizations. Although it doesn't follow vol. 2 events because it was written before, it deserves a read! It's both heartbreaking and sweet:) Also, you can pretend Mike's monologue here is the real one, instead of the one we got in the show haha.

Unbreakable Connection - Tea_For_One_Please | 20k | Soulmates AU At midnight on everyone's sixteenth birthday, they receive a connection of some kind with their soulmate. Some are connected by strings. Some have contact marks, a shadow of the first time their soulmate touches them. For some, the first words their soulmate says to them appears on their skin. Some find objects that their soulmate has misplaced. On the night of Will Byers' sixteenth birthday, he hears a little voice in his head. But whom does the voice belong to? Will he ever get to meet the mysterious "Gabriel"? This is the first AU on this list! I'm usually drawn to canonverse fics, but this caught my attention and i don't regret reading at all! It was great and their bond was portrayed in a unique way. Definitely worth a read!

Expect part 2 soon, as i'm consuming fics as if my life depended on it!

#byler #byler fics #byler fic rec #fic rec #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #seriously making this list i realized how much i love mike's pov #i just wanna read his mind and study every thought....#i love him #writers please never stop posting fics from mike's pov #i need more #im serious if y'all have Mike's pov fics recs please send them to me #RIGHT NOW

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1000punks · 5 months

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bonding. ⁰⁷//sparring

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. praise/degradation. breathplay. rough, possessive sex. d/s. there's also plot points, i promise.

word count: 7,734

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡ header credit: MANTIS. // @astarionposting

Festé rolled to their back, blinking their eyes open and stretching their arms overhead, sprawling out. They startled when they saw Astarion's face hovering inches from their own. "Gods in the Hells!" they yelped, covering their face.

"I…" Astarion whispered, trailing off. Festé opened their eyes to see his forehead creased with worry.

"What is it, my love? You scared me." The tiefling rubbed the sleep from their eyes, reaching up to palm at his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"This morning, you're… Are you angry with me? How much did you hear?" The elf squeezed his eyes shut, seeming to be bracing himself.

"What? Not at all, my love," Festé moved their hand to rest against his cheek, and he flinched away. They rolled to their side, dropping their hand to rest on his on top of the blankets. "I heard you and Gale discussing… something. What I could discern," they stroked over the back of his hand slowly, "Is that he suggested we find another vampire to bite me, and then kill them. Like we did…" Festé paused, watching Astarion's face crumple. He slowly lowered his head to rest on his arms on the mattress, shaking it as he moved. "Like we did once before," they finished. A deafening silence descended over the bedroom. Festé let it go on for several moments before speaking again. "I'm not angry about your reaction, love. I just want to know why you were so upset." They leaned up on their elbow, resting their free hand on his arm.

"There are… many reasons, darling." His tone was even, but icy, and he lifted his head so that he could look into his imp's eyes. "Not the least of which is that allowing you to be bitten by another vampire would put your very life at risk," he spat. Festé raised an eyebrow, grimacing as Astarion continued. "I personally cannot fathom you in harm's way like that; not to mention, it could mean years of abuse for you, like I had to endure, until you could break free. Gale, the idiot, seems to think that with the right plan, we could avoid all of that, but he… he…" he let out a snarl of frustration. "He doesn't understand."

"I'm sure that Gale thinks those are calculated risks to take, my love. He's not a stupid man-" Festé started.

"Don't you dare take his side, Festé!" Astarion growled, and he moved instantaneously, gripping their wrist as he straddled their hips, pinning them halfway under his body. He was above them, his eyes dark with fury.

"Listen to me, my love." Festé was taken aback with the absence of his favourite pet name for them, and they shot him a rare scowl. "Listen, please. I trust Gale to think that we're capable of carrying out such a task, but did either of you consider what I want?" They studied the elf's face. His voice was unsure as he repeated their question.

"What you want?" He murmured, squinting at them.

"Yes, what I want. Did you ask?" They huffed, struggling to sit up, one hand moving to Astarion's chest to push him back slightly.

"You don't want this, you-"

"That's right, I don't." Festé spat, their fingers coming to rest firmly on his lips. "But you wouldn't have known that, because neither of you bothered to ask me. You assumed, both of you. I wasn't angry then, but I am now," they sighed harshly, pinching the bridge of their nose.

"You d… What?" The elf was incredulous. He sat back, disarmed. "You don't… want that? Isn't that what every mortal wants?" he hissed.

"You didn't, Star. You said you had no choice in the matter." They looked up at him, their expression grim. "I do, and while I would give my life to spend forever with you, I don't think the risk is worth the potential reward."

"You… You don't?" The elf whispered, casting his eyes downwards.

"You're right, what if someone got hurt in the process? What if one of our friends got hurt? What if, gods forbid, you got hurt, or killed? It's selfish, but the rest of my short life with you, like this," they reached to stroke over his cheek, "Where I can give you… all of me? I'd rather that than potentially spending eternity with regrets, or deaths weighing on my conscience." They smiled sadly, and Astarion frowned in return. "If I get a choice, then all I want is you, safe and sound."

"You want the same thing as I do." It wasn't a question. Astarion closed his eyes, and Festé was close enough to count his eyelashes. "You want to protect me; and I want to protect you," he sighed, and he sounded relieved.

"Yes, but if you would like to fight about it some more, we can go outside and settle it with a duel." Festé whispered back.

"Don't be funny, darling," he said, pressing his forehead to theirs.

"I'm serious," they stated, but they chuckled softly, reaching up to pet through his hair slowly. Astarion leaned to their touch, looking into their eyes. His were a deep scarlet.

"I'm much too thirsty not to seriously hurt you, darling," his voice had a ragged edge to it. The elf reached up, closing his fingers around their forearm, pulling it down to brush his nose over their wrist, humming. "And… I owe you an apology, first," he whispered. "I shouldn't have assumed your feelings; and I should have asked your thoughts on the matter." He tilted his head up, his expression pained. "I'm sorry, darling."

"I forgive you, my love. Thank you for your apology. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you." The elf looked surprised for a moment, though his expression softened as their fingers brushed over their cheek. Astarion pressed his lips to their skin, this time a question. Festé's pulse thrummed in response, and they nodded. He sank his fangs into their wrist, and they watched in awe; it was the very first time he had done so, and they clearly saw pure bliss unfold over his features. The tiefling's lips parted as they studied their elf, stunned by how tender his face became as he drank. His long fingers curled loosely around their wrist, fingernails pressing half-moons into their rosy skin, and his eyes fell closed. Festé's breathing slowed, relaxing with him, and they murmured, "Do I really taste that good, my love?"

Astarion opened his eyes at the sound of their voice, sighing through his nose and blinking slowly in response. Regardless of the pleasure that was apparent on his face, he pulled back, cleaning the imp's wound with soft flicks of his tongue. He pushed them to their back quickly but smoothly, pressing his lips to theirs in a messy kiss. A thrill twisted in the tiefling's belly when he licked into their mouth, as he had done hundreds of times before. The coppery taste of their own blood washed over their tongue. This time, however, they studied the flavour, attempting to think like a vampire. He kissed them breathless, and left his imp panting softly on the bed as he sat up.

"Your blood," he whispered, "Tastes smoky, with the faintest note of sweetness. And musky, rich; it reminds me of feasting on the finest cuts of game, in my old life. It's also got… a certain spiciness, I think." He looked sheepish as he trailed off, meeting Festé's gaze. They had sat up and were resting back on their elbows, smiling up at him.

"You've just implied that I taste gamey, my love," Festé contained their laughter, attempting to keep their features composed.

"Well…" Astarion said softly, "I suppose it fits, with your career choices and all, doesn't it?" He smirked, swiping a stray drop of blood from the corner of his lips before sucking it off of his thumb. "The point is… I like it. I think it's perfect."

"Would it be upsetting to you if I were to become a vampire, then? If I smelled and tasted differently than I do now?" The tiefling pushed the duvet down, shifting to get out of bed, and the elf followed suit.

"It would be a drawback, if I'm being honest." Astarion hesitated, reaching down to collect his shirt from the floor. "I don't want to seem shallow, but I love you just as you are. Warm…" he pressed close to them when he had straightened up, and he hummed appreciatively. "Warm, and soft," he ghosted his hand under their shirt and over their stomach. "And alive. Not cold, hard, and dead like yours truly," he chuckled airily. Festé smiled once more as he wrapped his arm around their waist. "But, darling… I'm so grateful that you've never made me feel guilty for what I am," he tilted his head. "It makes accepting myself so much easier."

Festé leaned up to kiss Astarion's cheek. "You're you, my love," they said matter-of-factly, "And I wouldn't change a thing."

He nuzzled their cheek before pulling away slightly, squinting. "Mhn, nothing besides your clothes, my dear. We have company." He pecked their forehead before breaking away, tugging his shirt on as he made for the front door. Festé heard a knock in the next moment, pulling their breeches on and following their elf into the living room as they straightened their own shirt. Astarion had opened the door to Gale and Shadowheart once again. "Well hello," he drawled, "Do come in, we were just getting up."

"I suppose you're lucky we were running a little late, Astarion, otherwise you would be little more than a pile of ash right now." Shadowheart said dryly, stepping inside with Gale in tow. "We can't stay very long, but we wanted to share some news before heading home."

"Do tell, darling," Astarion murmured, gesturing vaguely toward the couch before catching Festé in his arms when they came close. Gale waved one hand at the pale elf.

"Unfortunately, we do have to make this rather quick. So-"

"So I had better talk," Shadowheart quipped, continuing, "We have an interesting bit of intelligence from Jaheira. She went to that meeting last night with Nine-Fingers, and called on us this afternoon to share what she had heard." The cleric looked between the couple pointedly. "Would you like to guess what kind of ring it was that Minsc tried to steal?" she asked; and when the two exchanged a look with one another and shrugged, she hissed, "It was the ring of the Sunwalker."

"What does that mean?" Festé murmured, "Does that mean what I think it-"

"You're joking," Astarion scoffed. "That's a little too convenient, isn't it?" He shifted his weight uncomfortably behind his imp, and they turned halfway to glimpse his expression, which was, like the night before, purposefully blank.

"Apparently not," Gale interjected, wagging a finger at the pale elf and smirking widely. "Apparently Minsc's dumb luck knows no bounds. Regardless," he held up both hands, "We know that it exists now, and that Nine-Fingers was planning to sell it to a client; somewhere in Amn. More than likely, to a high-ranking vampire, or someone to that effect."

"For how much?" Festé asked, their mouth falling open as they finally pieced it together.

"An immeasurable price, surely." Astarion sounded defeated.

"Wait - All that Nine-Fingers revealed to Jaheira was that the client wanted to go into hiding. I have a theory, but no time to tell what it is." Gale cast a glance at Shadowheart, who was nodding and rotating her hand in a slow circle, encouraging the wizard to get to the point. "Right, the thing is, we can all band together to potentially intercept that very special cargo, by heist or by feist. If my research is correct, then it would allow Astarion to enjoy the sun for short periods of time without being hurt." He finished, smiling widely. "Jaheira will be sending correspondence of the where and when, as it were."

"So, if I'm to understand correctly, I'm to risk my life intercepting a package to another vampire lord, if I ever want to walk in the sun again? It sounds invigorating, please do sign me up," Astarion said sardonically.

"It's information, and the final choice is up to the two of you once you've had the chance to discuss and read over these." Shadowheart plucked a small leather-bound book from Gale's travelling-satchel and held it out. "They're research notes, and the theory he alluded to." Festé took the journal, beaming.

"We'll discuss it," they promised. "And we'll write you when we have a decision." Astarion sighed from behind the imp, and they could only assume he was rolling his eyes as well.

"In that case, we had better get going!" Gale offered a firm nod, and his hand for each of them to shake. Festé and Shadowheart hugged one another tightly, and moments later the wizard and the cleric were hurrying back up the street.

"I think we could pull this off, my love," Festé remarked, closing the door and locking it, before facing their elf once more.

"Don't start, darling-" Astarion started, but Festé rushed him and pressed a kiss to his lips. He hummed, and pulled them close against himself, winding his arms tightly around their waist. The tiefling felt him relax gradually as he dropped his forehead to their shoulder. "I'll consider it after we go through Gale's notes, my dearest. However, the idea of toppling another vampire, for fun?" He looked up, a devious smirk on his face. "Tempting, darling."

"Isn't it?" Festé returned the smirk. "I'm thinking, if the client has already paid the Guild, we could plant a decoy, and take the real ring for you. But, I would wager that Gale has something up his sleeve in that regard." They paused for several moments. "You know what that means though, Star?"

"Hmm?" The elf raised his eyebrows.

"That means we do need to train. I've gone a little soft in the past few months, and I can tell… you're stronger somehow. We should explore that strength. I need practice evading a vampire." They chuckled.

"Fine, darling. But I won't go easy on you. The tadpole suppressed a lot." He winked and began to pull them upstairs, leading them to the other spare room, where the two had been storing their armour for several months. The couple exchanged excited glances with one another as they got dressed.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · "Up." Astarion commanded, "Again, darling." He raised the rapier that he had chosen to practice with, getting into ready position, and watched the tiefling struggle to their feet from the pile of snow. They laughed, standing and shaking out their shoulders, bouncing slightly on the balls of their feet. Astarion seemed to dematerialize as he slipped into the shadows once more, taking advantage of the dim lamplight in the garden. Festé concentrated, tracking his movements easily this time, and swung their shortsword backhanded when the elf reappeared on their left side. He parried easily, and when he was distracted, they sank a blow with their own rapier, arcing their body in a half-backbend. It glanced off of Astarion's shoulder when he threw it back.

"Good, love. Don't get caught unawares. You're a natural hunter. Keep going." He growled his encouragement softly, dodging and parrying each of their attacks with ease before drawing his rapier in a circle with the flick of his wrist, thrusting it where their chest had been seconds before. Festé took advantage of the opening in his defence, throwing their shoulder into his chest and knocking him down into the snow with a grunt. They swung low with the shortsword, touching it to Astarion's neck with a satisfied smirk.

"Perfect, darling," he praised. "But you wouldn't dare hesitate like this with another spawn. You'd cut their head off." He let out a chuckle, reaching up to grip their wrist and yanking them down into the snow with him before straddling their hips. The elf pointed the rapier at the tiefling's neck, angling it down and keeping the hilt roughly level with his chin. "Otherwise, they'll have you on your back in no time at all, won't they?" His voice was velvety and dangerous. Festé chuckled softly, tossing the shortsword aside carelessly.

"Ardē!" They hissed, pressing their fingertips to their elf's stomach, causing him to snarl and jump up, and they scrambled to their feet after him. "Don't worry, my love, I never fight cleanly against unfamiliar spawn."

"You damned imp," Astarion laughed loudly, grabbing a fistful of snow and spreading it across the chainmail he wore. "That was good, keep using your instincts like that. Now," he raised the rapier again, and Festé mirrored him. He stepped forward, feinting to the right, but the tiefling caught the second surprise thrust to their left thigh with a sharp clang of metal on metal, pushing the elf's weapon to the side and knocking him off-balance. They gripped his wrist with their free hand and twisted it, wrenching the sword from his hand with some effort. He caught himself in the next instant, locking his arms around his imp from behind. Astarion leaned down and pressed his lips to their neck. "Don't forget, darling, vampires will always have one more weapon than you do," he growled in their ear as they struggled in his arms. "One bite is all it takes…" he hissed, running his tongue over their exposed skin.

"You damned elf," Festé joked, shivering involuntarily. They lowered the swords slowly, letting Astarion press his fangs to their neck. "I'll submit this time, fiend."

"'Fiend'? Oh, I do like that, pet. It makes me sound like a mysterious stranger that came upon you in the night," Astarion teased, whirling them around and brushing his lips over theirs.

"I'm sure you would love that, hmm? To come upon me in the night?" Festé chuckled darkly, the elf joining in soon after.

"Shall we call it, then? And go warm each other up?" He released them, bending to pick their shortsword out of the snow. "We'll keep this up, though, mm? I find it exhilarating to spar with you, one-on-one."

The two stumbled into the house together, laughing; and the tiefling paused at the stove to light it and put the kettle on before following Astarion upstairs to undress. They caught sight of him peeling his armour off and prodding gently at the five small burns on his stomach. "Darling, you've seared your damned fingerprints into my skin." He looked up, scowling at them. "It's as if I don't have quite enough scars already, hm?"

Festé frowned, crossing the room and placing their palm against Astarion's stomach. "Oh, no. I'm sorry, my love. Hold still…" They covered the offending flesh fully with their hand, whispering, "Te curo." The elf looked on as his imp held their breath, and both watched the angry marks fade rapidly. Festé let out a sigh of relief, looking up into their elf's eyes and repeating, "I'm sorry, my love." He glanced at the creases of worry on their forehead, and down between them at his stomach, his scowl melting easily.

"Oh… I can't be angry with you, not when you pout like that," he sighed, giving them a crooked smile and ruffling their hair, pausing to trace his fingers over their neck. "Especially not when I've marked you so thoroughly; just look at all of these…" he tutted in mock disapproval, and Festé offered a sheepish smirk in return.

"There's nothing I enjoy more, my love," they stepped back, moving to take off the heavy half-plate with a soft grunt before refastening it around one of Astarion's many spare mannequins.

"Do you really mean that, darling?" his tone was sincere this time, and Festé turned to face him once more. "You don't mind all of the…" he gestured vaguely to their neck and shoulders, which bore numerous fading impressions of the elf's fangs, "The evidence?" he finished, somewhat dramatically. His question hung in the air for a moment as he finished re-lacing his shirt and adjusting it.

"Of course, I mean it. I love bearing evidence that you love me best. I do rather like marks of passion," they mused. "Why, don't they look nice on me?" The tiefling smirked widely as they passed them, making their way back down to the kitchen to silence the hissing kettle. Astarion stalked them closely, examining the back of their neck as well. The shirt they wore was cut low across the shoulders and cropped above the waist, exposing much of their rosy skin. The pale elf hummed as he watched them bend to pour the water into two mugs, noting the way the fabric slid further down their shoulder when they moved.

"They do, darling. I suppose that means I'll have to keep leaving them on you, won't I?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips, studying the way Festé's hair slipped over their shoulder in a dark curtain. They turned halfway to look at him, and he sighed contentedly.

"If you're going to keep looking at me like that, should I bother with the tea?" They laughed loudly when Astarion looked conflicted and shook his head, and set the kettle back down on the stove. He strode fluidly into the kitchen, gathering Festé up in his arms and wrapping their legs easily around his waist, not missing the opportunity to grope their ass. The stunt earned him a bite on his shoulder, and he chuckled lightly.

"You're so ferocious, darling," his voice was soft against their ear as he carried his imp back to the bedroom. "I find my very knees trembling in your presence." The elf sat firmly on the edge of the bed, and pulled his imp closely against him. They made another attempt to bite his shoulder, and he allowed it. Festé pressed their hips to his in a slow roll when he smoothed his hands up their back, dipping them under the hem of the tiefling's loose shirt. Their lips sought his neck, kissing messily over his skin before finding the hollow behind his ear, sucking at it firmly. They pulled back with a slow exhale, examining his skin and whispering, "No bruising."

Astarion snorted. "No blood, darling," he murmured, pressing his nails firmly into their back as they bit him once more, tilting his head back.

"Mn… won't stop me from trying," their voice was muffled, their hands pulling at his shirt as they nibbled along his collarbone. Astarion's hands wandered down to their hips, shifting Festé in his lap and pressing his thigh between their legs.

"Pathetic," he teased, smirking when they paused to scowl up at him. In less than a heartbeat, he had closed one hand around their jaw, jerking their chin up and pressing his own firm bite to his imp's neck. They moaned out softly in pain, and he hissed against their ear, "Leave the biting to the professional, darling." The tiefling began to struggle, pressing their hands to the elf's shoulders in an attempt to pull away, but Astarion locked his arm around their waist firmly, moving his hand from their jaw into their hair and wrenching their head back. Festé shivered as they felt the soft press of his tongue on their skin, contrasting with the threatening press of his fangs in the next moment. Astarion was content to tease them, until…

"Please…" they whispered, shifting their weight on his thigh.

"Mm… please what, darling?" he spoke nonchalantly, removing his hand from their waist to rest on their shoulder, tugging the fabric of Festé's shirt aside slowly. He smirked as he watched them squirm and glance down. Astarion dipped his fingers into their shirt, tracing them slowly down their arm, his smirk growing wider as he felt their pulse quicken under his fingertips.

"Touch me," they breathed, shrugging to try to press more firmly against the elf's hand, lifting their hips from his thigh at the same time.

"But I am, darling," he whispered innocently, tilting his head at them with a pout. His grip tightened marginally in their hair.

Festé seemed to remember their hands when he spoke, wrenching his from their shoulder and guiding it up under their shirt with a soft huff. "Touch me here," they hissed, pressing his hand over their chest. Astarion merely teased over their sternum with his fingernails, chuckling softly at their frustrated sigh. "Please, Star…"

"Use your words, darling," he murmured, tapping their chest with two fingers. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do, and where you want me to touch you." Festé's face flushed, but they threw themself forward against the elf's chest with such sudden vigour, it very nearly caught Astarion off-guard. He chuckled loudly at their relatively feeble attempt to pin him on his back, and used the tiefling's momentum to roll them over on the mattress. His hand came down to pin them by their throat, and he tutted as he kneeled over them, his legs framing their hips.

"Star…!" they gasped, struggling once again under their elf's grip.

"I said, use your words. If it's a fight you want, then you'll get one," he spoke in that velvety, dangerous tone that was altogether irresistible whenever it graced Festé's ears. They huffed out a breath, raising one hand to graze the elf's groin; and he pressed against their palm, shifting his weight to squeeze their throat more firmly before letting up again. The imp kept their palm against him, feeling the hard line of his length beneath the fabric of his trousers. Astarion allowed it for a moment, before closing his fingers around Festé's wrist and trapping it against the mattress above their head.

"I want…" they gritted out, arching their back below him, "You. I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow, because I want you to f…"

"Go on, darling. You're doing so well." Astarion gave their throat a much more gentle squeeze of encouragement, and he smiled, albeit with his fangs on display. He entertained himself for a moment as he raked his gaze over their body, watching the fabric of their shirt ride up and expose their chest to him.

"I want you to fuck me," they whispered, voice faltering as they traced the elf's hungry gaze. The imp averted their eyes in embarrassment as they noted his gaze fixated on their chest. Their words were barely audible when they continued. "Rough… I need to feel you claim me."

"Finally, darling." Astarion removed his hand from their throat, resting it beside their head as he leaned down. "I love hearing such filthy words from your lips, it's music to my pointy ears," he breathed hotly against their ear, close enough to feel it twitch softly from the attention. "Gods, it's so easy to fluster you, it's almost criminal," he chuckled softly, reaching down and pushing their shirt up fully, dipping his head to kiss slowly over their chest and noting the significant effect it had on their heart rate.

"You know what they say about… mmf, karma, Star…" the tiefling spoke between soft gasps as their elf's lips brushed over their nipple, his hand moving to cup their breast as he licked over it messily.

"We're only just getting started, and you're already a mess, pet. I would worry less about karma, and more about what I'm going to do to you." Astarion's tongue circled their nipple slowly before he continued. "I have to be sure that the next time we have friends over, you picture this every time my hand rests on your thigh under the table."

"That's what you were picturing when you-" Festé whispered, interrupting themself with a low groan as the pale elf shoved his thigh between theirs once again, sucking their nipple firmly into his mouth. He let off with a pop of his lips and looked up at them, his tongue moving slowly over one of his fangs.

"All of this and more, darling. You have no idea."

"Show me, then," Festé pleaded, reaching up and tangling their fingers in their elf's curls, whimpering as they ground their hips slowly.

"Ah-ah. Show me how desperate you are by ruining these, little love," he countered, trailing his hand down to the waistband of Festé's underwear and tugging at them with one finger, letting them snap against their hip. Festé pulled his hair roughly, and Astarion leaned up and brushed his lips over theirs chastely. The tiefling closed the distance, kissing him forcefully as they obeyed his command, rutting their hips against his thigh. He tightened his grip on their wrist instinctively, and the tiefling moaned into his mouth as his free hand wandered back to their chest to cup their breast once more. The elf pinched their nipple firmly, rolling it between his finger and thumb. Festé gasped when the pleasure of the act bordered on pain.

"I'm…" they panted when they broke the kiss, burying their face into their elf's neck as they kept their hips moving, shuddering as the tight heat in their belly began to spread, coursing down their legs and through their chest. "I…"

"I know, you poor little thing. It really doesn't take much to push you over the edge, now, does it?" Astarion purred into his imp's ear, and they whimpered as he pulled off their nipple roughly. He dragged his fingernails down the length of Festé's stomach, teasing them through the fabric of their panties. "Now, why don't you come for me, you pathetic little imp…" his voice was gravelly as he bit slowly down their neck, threatening to break skin as he pressed his fangs directly against their pulse point. "Mn… so I can show you how easily dominated you are by me…" he pressed the heel of his palm to their stomach, massaging just below Festé's navel, and they broke under his touch, writhing as their inner muscles clenched around nothing. Astarion felt them twitching against his thigh, a chuckle coming from deep within his chest. He rested his forehead against the tiefling's, slipping his hand between their thighs and groping them through the now-soaked fabric with a pleasured hum. Festé squirmed when he pinched the waistband of their panties in two fingers and pulled the fabric taut against them.

Astarion sat up suddenly, pushing the tiefling's thighs apart with an air of urgency, and he murmured, "Show me, darling." He did not smile, instead slapping the inside of their left thigh impatiently when Festé struggled to move. They shakily hooked their thumbs in their waistband, shimmying out of their underwear and depositing them in the elf's outstretched hand. They shivered as Astarion finally shot them an approving smirk. "Show me," he repeated, crossing his arms and arching an eyebrow. The imp swallowed and spread their legs hesitantly, a blush rising up their neck as they glanced down at his hand, balled into a tight fist around their underwear. One of their hands travelled down, and they met his eyes, teasing their fingers through their own mess before spreading themself open. Astarion nodded, smoothing his free hand along the inside of their thigh and gripping it firmly. "Good pet. It's as if you read my mind." He reached up, dragging his thumb over their bottom lip. "Wouldn't you agree that you would look so very precious with a gag in your mouth while I take my pleasure in your body?" Festé swallowed deeply, frozen for an instant before nodding. "Open for me," the elf whispered, tapping their chin with his thumb.

Festé lifted their head with great effort, parting their lips and allowing Astarion to push the ruined fabric as deep into their mouth as they could handle. They shivered again as he ghosted his hand down their throat, and lowered their head to the mattress once more. They tried to reach for the elf's trousers, but his hands gripped their wrists instantaneously, pinning them over the tiefling's head as he pressed his weight against them, grinding slowly against their soaked cunt.

"Not yet," he hissed softly, pressing his thigh deftly under one of their own and moving it up the mattress, forcing them to spread their legs even more. "I want to take all of the pleasures of your body, pet. Be good for me." Astarion chuckled darkly against their neck, and the imp squirmed once underneath him, giving him all the invitation he needed. He moved painstakingly, pressing his fangs into their neck in the most agonizingly pleasurable way. Festé began to shake involuntarily under his body, and the elf rested his full weight on top of them, his slow grinds eventually falling in rhythm with the slow sucks. Festé let every stray whimper rip from their throat, muffled only slightly from the gag. Astarion brought them to the very edge, their vision starting to shimmer and blur along the edges.

Festé groaned loudly through the gag, which was growing steadily more soaked by the second; and the elf pulled away, leaving their neck a bloody mess as he sat up with a harsh sigh. Astarion's eyebrows furrowed with effort as he unlaced his trousers and pushed them off, not bothering with his shirt. The tiefling looked up at him as he kneeled between their legs, needing only to pat his thigh once before they struggled to sit up. He circled them in his arms and pulled them the rest of the way, guiding their hips up before pushing them firmly to his lap. "Now that you're weakened and pliant for me, darling…" he purred, voice rough with need, "I think it's only fair that you're further reminded who you belong to." He brushed their hair back tenderly with one hand, shooting them a bloodstained smile. "Hasn't it been so long? By now, you've probably forgotten how I feel inside you, hmm?"

They nodded weakly, playing along and rolling their hips slowly, their clit kissing his length lightly as they moved. The imp kneeled up as Astarion pulled them closer, and he slid into them in one fluid movement, pushing past the tight ring of muscles as he forced them back down into his lap. Festé couldn't hold back a howl as the pain momentarily overwhelmed them, chest heaving as they panted through their nose. Without letting them adjust, Astarion gripped their hips tightly and moaned appreciatively against their ear as he made them move. The tiefling locked their arms around his neck, and he chuckled softly, nipping at their earlobe as they found leverage, pushing up on their knees.

"Go on, darling. I've got you. Let me…" he reached up, plucking the gag from their mouth and tossing their underwear aside for the moment. "Let me hear you." His hands found their ass, and his touch was momentarily tender before giving them a firm smack. Festé twitched in his lap, and he sighed as he felt the repurcussive squeeze around his length, groping them firmly and steadying their now-jerky movements as they rode him. "Let me hear you," he repeated, growling the command against their neck. His imp trembled in his arms, letting out a shaky moan when he held them down firmly in his lap, and he smirked when they tried their best to stifle it. They choked off into silent surprise as he ground his hips up slowly, his grip somehow tightening further as he wrapped one arm over their back, molding their body to his. Astarion set a punishing rhythm with his hips in the next instant, leaving Festé gasping for breath and pressing their fingertips into his back.

"H…hurts, Star…" they managed, spreading their thighs and sinking down on him further, and he slowed only slightly as he pulled back to look at them, moving one hand to catch their jaw as he studied the tiefling's face. Their mouth hung open, eyes half-lidded, and a sheen of sweat was present on their forehead. They let out a snarling moan as he pressed into them deeply, his tip rubbing against their inner wall.

"Do you want to stop, my pet?" Astarion's expression was serious but composed. "Or would you have me continue to ruin you?" He finished in a husky whisper. The tiefling shook their head to the first question, and nodded to the second, tilting their head so that the pale elf was cupping their cheek as they met his eyes. "You like how much it hurts?" Another nod, followed by an incomprehensible moan. He stroked his thumb along their cheek reassuringly. "Good, darling. I'm not nearly finished with you."

He gripped their cheeks, moving his free hand to the small of their back to keep them pressed against him, his thrusts into them becoming languid and drawn out, but still firm. The head of his cock struck their inner wall every second or third thrust. Festé let slip a tortured moan, tears building in their eyes when they gripped Astarion's shoulders firmly. The tiefling blinked them away, sending them trickling down their cheeks; and they gave in to the heat building again in their abdomen, feeling it twist once again behind their navel as the elf's calculated movements brought them to their edge once more. He smirked, thumbing away the tears on their cheeks before tapping it once against their lips.

"Star, can I…" They tilted their body forward, resting more of their weight against his chest. He removed his hand from their back, resting it on the bed behind him as he leaned back. Astarion's answer was clear in his action, as he moved his other hand from their cheek to grip the hair at the nape of their neck, pulling them forward slowly. Festé sighed in relief, grinding down slowly into his lap, their legs starting to twitch as they framed his own. Astarion pulled their hair, and they were close enough to brush his lips over theirs; but he did not kiss them, instead favouring the tension and heat that was building as Festé moved. His chest rose as he inhaled their scent, leaning closer. Their end came as a chorus of sobs and muffled moans as they pressed their face into his neck in return. Astarion was gracious, allowing them to ride it out, clawing down their back before smoothing his hand down to the base of their tail.

"Very good, darling," his praise was a muted purr, "I want you to capture this very moment in your mind, and I would like you to hold it dearly whenever someone else dares to rake their eyes or hands over you in public…" he chuckled fiendishly, pushing Festé easily to their back, whose chest was heaving soft sobs as he blanketed them with his body. He drew their thighs around his waist, continuing in a growl against their ear, "I want you to think of me, laying the most carnal claim on your body and soul; and how you sob and beg for it." Festé hiccuped softly and nodded, turning their head to the side and panting against their elf's cheek, their fingers kneading gently down his back. Astarion's arms came to cradle them as he brushed his nose over theirs, his eyes boring deeply into theirs as he whispered, "And I want you to think about how eagerly and completely your body accepts my own. Every. Single. Time. We are together." He pressed his hips forward, rocking into them and punctuating each of his last words with a heavy breath. The imp stared, transfixed, into his eyes, their sobs quieting for the moment as Astarion leaned his head to the side, his pace growing gradually faster. Festé reached up, reading something more complex in his eyes, some question he was chewing over privately, and they knotted their fingertips in his curls, pulling him into a passionate, messy kiss. The pair moaned softly in unison, and Astarion's hips grew heavier, rutting firmly against the imp's before he let out an exasperated sigh through his nose, licking into their mouth as he began slamming into them roughly. He broke the kiss first.

"My dear, sweet pet…" he whispered harshly, sitting up halfway and resting his palm against their groin, thumb teasing circles over their clit as he kept up the bruising pace. "I want you to remember this part the most." He tapped his temple with two fingers on his free hand before fisting the fabric of their shirt once more, pushing it up to expose their chest. Festé blushed deeply, starting to shake again as Astarion forced their body to heat up under his icy hands once again. He smirked widely and snapped his hips forward, pushing them over the edge again easily. Leisurely, he pulled back, slipping out of their wet heat with a groan, gripping himself and rolling his hips to his hand, his length rubbing against the tiefling's overstimulated clit.

"A…Ah! Astarion…!" Festé writhed below him, the stifled sobs returning as they soaked the insides of their thighs, a tendril of shame creeping up the back of their neck as they clenched around nothing and ruined the sheets in one fell swoop. Their breath hitched, and Astarion gazed down at their exposed breasts, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes hooded when he met theirs again. The wet sounds of his length sliding through his curled fingers only added to the ambience as he spoke.

"I want you to remember this, darling. How it feels when you're empty," he gritted out, struggling to keep his voice even. "And how it feels when you're full…" The elf pressed back into them, as before, in one fluid movement. His own breath stuttered noticeably as their muscles clenched around his length. He ground into them with obvious difficulty, moving one hand to trap theirs against the mattress, and pushing his fingers between theirs as he bent over them. He sighed out a moan of relief as his cock twitched inside them. Festé nearly choked, body taut on the bed as they felt the convulsions within, echoing them by squeezing their elf's hand and panting when Astarion rolled his hips through the aftershocks. Their body relaxed gradually as they relished in the warm slick, now leaking from the place where the pair's bodies were joined.

There were a few moments of silence, punctuated only by heavy breathing, before Astarion bent his head, pecking over his imp's chest tenderly. He paused and inhaled softly against their sternum before peppering their breasts with soft kisses, releasing their hand in favour of massaging over their hips and to knead up their sides with his knuckles. The pale elf came to lay over them once more, reaching up to wipe away the stray tears on their cheeks with his fingertips, before tilting their head up and planting a kiss in the middle of Festé's forehead. The imp let out a relieved whimper when Astarion gathered them up in his arms, helping them sit up in his lap as he straightened up. He pressed his lips again to their forehead, rocking them gently and nuzzling into their hair. Festé wrapped their arms around him, surrendering once again as he stroked over their back, the cool touch calming against their heated skin.

"You did so well, darling," Astarion murmured into their hair, giving them a tight squeeze before drawing them back by the shoulders to look them over. "It's customary, I think, to say that I'm very proud of you, isn't it?" he chuckled softly when his imp cracked a small smile. "I thought so," he whispered, drawing them close again. "You're such a sight to behold, my dearest. How do you feel?"

Festé swallowed, whispering hoarsely, "Good, my love. I feel… worn out, but excellent. I just…" they trailed off, leaning into the elf's chest and relaxing easily under his touch.

"Hmm? What is it?" Astarion asked, his palm resting for a moment on the small of their back.

"I'm starving, my love," they peeked up at him from his shoulder. "But I don't think I can get up." He shot them an amused look, slowly lifting them from his lap and pushing the tiefling to their back with a theatrical sigh. He leaned down to peck at their lips, patting their stomach.

"Such a needy mortal you are, darling. Making me fuck you into oblivion, and fetch you supper," he teased, smiling warmly all the same. "I expect you to keep the bed warm for me," his voice was soft, glancing back at them as he got to his feet swiftly, deciding to bother only with one of the linen robes next on top of the dresser as he padded out of the bedroom. Festé lay back, blinking slowly as they listened to Astarion making up a plate for them. The sounds grew distant within minutes as they dozed, rolling slowly to their side.

Some time later, they woke with a start as the elf lay his palm on their shoulder. He had set a mug of tea on the nightstand, along with a plate of bread, cheese, and cured sausage. Astarion was perched on the edge of the bed, starting to stroke through their hair and scowling playfully down at them. "Oh come now, I didn't wear you out that much, did I?" He removed his shirt and sidled into bed with them, pulling the duvet and sheets tightly around them both. The tiefling looked blearily at him as he lay on his side, raising his eyebrows and pointing to the plate absently with the leather-bound notebook he had picked up. Festé smiled while he flicked it open and began to read. They took the mug first, sipping the harsh herbal tea slowly before resting the plate between Astarion's thigh and their own. They nibbled quietly, leaning up on their elbow and starting to read Gale's notes upside down.

"You're really considering this plan?" Their eyebrows furrowed slightly when they glanced up to his face. He nodded, turning the page and smirking to himself.

"Of course. I still think we should be prepared for the worst. But, once upon a time, I made a silent promise that I would try my hand at living." He looked up at them through his eyelashes. "I do intend to keep my promise."

a/n: as always! to the folks who continue to support this fic, i honestly.. i'm in love with you at this point. but only platonically! hahaha

i told myself i wouldn't make this chapter as long but fuck my baka life, y'all can have some more filthy smut as a treat. ♡

also please, if you haven't already, go check out all of mantis' blogs (link at top). their photography is fucking iconic, and you need to follow them.

#.fic #fic: bonding.#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion acunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #spawn!astarion x named tav #bg3 astarion #astarion #i'm all pointy ears #oc: festé

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foodsies4me · 2 months

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Writing procrastination game

Thanks for tagging me @myulalie!

1. What’s the name of one of your Wips?

Under covers, stars and circles (Shadowhunters, Malec) - that said, the name might change.

2. Describe a Wip in the format of __+__=__

time travel + soulmates = Meet me in the future, love me in the past (Shadowhunters, Malec).

3. What tags/warnings will one of your Wips need if you share it?

Graphic depictions of violence, Magnus can bear runes, Pretend! shadowhunter Magnus, Undercover!Alec, Undercover!Magnus, (Shadowhunters, Malec)

4. Alternative title to a Wip?

AWG2 (Shadowhunters, Malec) for The Past Bleeds Golden, that's still what I refer to it as.

I don't know what to title this (Shadowhunters, Malec) is the title for one of the dragon fics.

5. Which Wip are you most likely to update/finish next?

Update: Apollo! While I only updated it yesterday, the Alec POV for the next chapter is very insistent to be written.

Most likely to finish first: Given the length of the other WIPS, I think the most likely fic for me to finish next would be the "trainee outing" FTH fic as I' making some pretty decent progress on that fic.

6. What is one of your Wip’s document title, not its name but what you have it saved as?

Birb and kitty (Shadowhunters, Malec - yes this is how I have saved Apollo as).

7. Post any sentence from your Wip?

"She made me drink something."

As usual, yes it's from a Shadowhunters fic.

8. A scrapped idea from your wip?

Hmmm, a scrapped idea from Apollo would be Alec being spelled by Ragnor to stop him from speaking about the Mortal Cup's true whereabouts. I initially was planned to write that it because him and Magnus letting Alec just leave with that information didn't sound logical to me, but Magnus just wouldn't let that happen no matter how I tried to twist or turn it.

9. What’s a story you’d love to write but have yet to start?

There are so many. I really would love to start on my Alexander is a Pole Dance Teacher fic! I have written down the rough summary for it and it should go by quickly enough given it's just supposed to be a quick, short fic of Alec trying something new with his siblings every month only for the pole dancing to stick. It's just a fun, Malec falling for the other without knowing the other is a warlock/shadowhunter at first fic, that I really should get around to writing. But, too many bunnies and too little time.

10. How many Wips are you actively working on?

So many. If we're solely focusing on the ones I have already posted on AO3 then the answer is 7, if we include the ones I'm working on by myself on my computer the answer is probably around 20.

11. Is there a scene you’re struggling to write right now?

Yes! I’m completely stuck on the next chapter of Walk Figh Fashion Baby because no matter what costume I come up with, it somehow just doesn't feel like a costume Jace would come up with.

Another one is the second chapter of Of Hiding and Waiting which I don't think is a fic many people have read (thankfully) because Cat's chapter is fighting me and has been for two years now.

12. Not a question but a second kudos!

Tagging without any pressure: @to-the-stars-writing, @echo-bleu, @miss-mouse, @faejilly and @lawsofchaos1 and anyone else who wants to participate!

#foodsies rambles #ask game #yes I am still working on fics I haven't updated in two years #I wasn't kidding when I said I had no abandoned fics #just bunnies who don't really understand the concept of hibernation

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haldenlith · 13 days

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I'm afflicted with Ardwynn brainworms, so I gift you all a random conversation in my head between him and one of his right-hand men (or women, in this case) in his crew. A general heads up, the conversation is about sex. I'll probably build on this or include it in actual fic later, but for now it's just a silly little vignette set after TFS. Spoiler tagging only because of that and references to Crow being Hunter Vanguard.

Ardwynn listened in on the radio, listening to Crow give a report to Zavala. He wondered when The Vanguard would eventually figure out his people had bugged their comms. He was almost excited for it. It'd give him another fun little challenge to overcome, and an excuse to see Crow.

He paused his work of marking new cache locations and updating his map, biting his lip. "Mmmf, he sounds so hot when he's being such a diligent little soldier. I could listen to him all day." Eurydice looked up from her own files and rolled her eyes.

"Have you ever considered the fact that you think about that man entirely too much?" Ardwynn's head jerked back in confusion.

"What do you mean? I think about him a normal amount, considering our history." Eurydice arched up an eyebrow.

"... History?"

"... Uldren Sov?"

"What's him having been Prince of the Reef got to do with anything?"

"... We both came from the same damn place. I grew up listening to his stories. Oh, man... I had the biggest crush on him when I was teenager."

"Okay, now it's getting weird." As Eurydice began to feel pangs of regret for even commenting, Ardwynn sighed dreamily, orange eyes staring off, filling with distant, perverse nostalgia.

"I jerked off so much while fantasizing about him."

"Did you miss the part where I said this was getting weird?"

Ardwynn grinned and motioned emphatically with his hands while continuing, "So much."

"Ardwynn, what is it with you and sex? I've met some horny people before, but god-damn do you take the cake," she replied, motioning to him with a stack of papers in her hand. She'd been making notes on flight reports. They needed to update their flight routes, given everything that had happened. Then again, they weren't going out to raid The Reef nearly as much anymore, now that Ardwynn's hatred of Mara seems to have cooled.

Ardwynn straightened up, tilting his head to the side. "Eury, imagine for a moment, your dream man -" he paused. "... You're a lesbian, right?"

"... I'm concerned that you're asking, but yes."

He nodded and resumed, "Imagine, for a moment, your dream woman. She is the hottest damn woman you have ever seen. And then imagine that you finally get to have sex with her and the sex is just... SO GOOD. Ten out of ten." He paused a moment, looking at Eurydice for a reaction. Her deadpan stare and lack of said reaction spurred him on. "That woman is gonna take up a large portion of your brain after that encounter."

She continued to stare at him.

"Ardwynn. I... don't know how to tell you that some people do not think about sex that much."

The Awoken man flailed his arms and a strangled noise of confusion and frustration escaped him. "But Eury!!! SEX IS SO MUCH FUN!" He suddenly froze, wrinkling his nose. "Good sex, just to be clear. Bad sex is terrible and a waste of everyone's time. But seriously! It's fun! So much fun! It feels good, it's exhilarating, it's a little bit competitive, you can spice it up, you make it tender, you can be rough... "

"I'mma just stop you and just say that I do not care. You can be go be a slut over there, gettin' all hard for the new Hunter Vanguard, I'm going to be over here worrying about where the hell we're going to get the parts to repair three of our ships." Eurydice turned her green gaze back down to her work. Ardwynn heaved a heavy sigh and looked back down at his map.

"... I am a slut." His brows furrowed. "A slut that asked for a fucking map of The Last City YESTERDAY. How hard is it to get a map of this place? It's been here forever! I'm starting to feel like no one listens to me anymore."

"I wonder why..." Eurydice muttered under her breath.

"Hey now, that is uncalled-for, young lady." Ardwynn waved a pin in her direction. "Young mochacinno."

"Ardwynn-"

"Young dark espresso with stardust swirl on top."

"Stop. Neither of us are going to get anything done with you acting a fool over there. Shut up and go back to work." The Awoken pouted and slowly returned his attention to his map.

"... No respect."

#tfs spoilers #final shape spoilers #destiny 2 spoilers #OC: Ardwynn #the brainworms are bad guys #they're loud

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Day 28: Daggers in Australia

Back in the groove! I think this fic ended up being somewhere around the 5k mark whilst the others have been mostly 1-2k max. I honestly thought about writing more but rather than making it seem overfull I hit a point and I was like yep, we're done, that's fine there.

“Someone hold my hand when we cross the road, I’m not awake enough for this.”

“Payback, hold your wizzo’s hand.”

“Fuck you, Rooster.”

Rooster dodged when Payback went to swat at the back of his head, pulling his suitcase along with him as the pair fucked around. Fanboy groaned, turning to rest his head on Bob’s shoulder.

“You’re gonna keep me safe, right Bob?”

“A little busy right now, Mick.”

Bob, wrestling both his luggage and Phoenix’s while she went to the bathroom, did indeed look busy. Maverick was already on the phone organising pick up from the airport, talking quietly as people rushed around him. Coyote had decided to sit on a bench nearby and was texting his mom, letting her know they’d landed in Perth. Everyone was sluggish, feeling the jetlag from their thirty hours of flying including their layovers in LAX and Sydney. The only one with enough energy to keep them going had to be Hangman, of course, bouncing on his feet in a way that told Coyote he’d maybe had a taste of Aussie coffee on the plane. When his incessant talking made even Coyote doubt his friendship he reached out, grabbing Hangman by the wrist.

“Sit down and shut up a sec, you’re asking Rooster to punch you again.”

“He missed last time,” Hangman rebutted but he did indeed sit down and shut up aside from his foot tapping on the lino floors of the Perth airport’s international arrival terminal.

It was barely 3am and everyone was on their last legs, yawning and using each other to stay up. Even Maverick himself was struggling with the time changes which told everyone to be on their (mostly) best behaviour.

The conference with the Australian Navy was being held on the Perth base for some reason instead of Sydney; apparently it was their turn to host something and no one had really had a problem with it except for the fact that it meant an additional layover and six hours of flying for the Daggers who’d been flown in especially for a panel at the conference. Initially it had only been those who flew the mission who were invited but in the end it had been agreed that Coyote would also be attending to provide additional perspective on the training.

“Mav, I’m starving. Can we get food on the way to the hotel?” Rooster complained. Maverick, still on the phone, held up a finger to tell him to wait.

“No, that’s not what I said... okay, well, that would be- yes sir, that would be great. Thank you very much. I apologise for the early start.”

With his phone call over Maverick turned to the Daggers, including Phoenix who had returned from the bathroom and taken her luggage from Bob.

“Okay, everyone go and see if you can get an uber or a taxi. Your hotel rooms are all under your own names; check in and get a couple hours sleep. We’re going to meet tomorrow morning-“

Maverick paused, checked his watch, and grimaced.

“-later today around 0800 hours, and a representative from the Australian Navy has offered to take us on a tour of Perth. I expect that you’ll all be on time and ready for anything they set up for us on this tour. The conference starts in two days; today and the following day is all about building our relationships with our Australian colleagues so best behaviour, guys.”

“Yes sir,” the team all echoed. They all headed for the exit, immediately grimacing.

“How is it warm at three am?” Phoenix complained, already reaching to take off her jacket.

“Australia is notorious for their hot summers,” Bob supplied, “well; that’s what it said on the brochure in Sydney.”

A couple hours later the Daggers gathered out the front of their hotel, all of them battling jetlag like pros. The Navy representative greeted them easily, gesturing to the minibus behind him.

“Good morning everyone! My name is Jim Dempsey, everyone calls me JD and I’m going to be your Navy representative whilst you’re here in Perth. Today we’re going to be visiting some of the more common tourist attractions; I thought you might like to see the beaches, and then we’re going to-“

“-JD, I’m so sorry to ask, would it be possible to have our first stop be a coffee shop?” Rooster asked. JD laughed.

“I think that sounds reasonable. Alright everyone, let’s get a move on!” The Daggers started toward the minibus, climbing in and finding a seat. As Phoenix sat down she nudged Bob, leaning in to whisper to him.

“He’s way too happy for this time of day,” she muttered. Bob snorted.

“It’s the coffee here; apparently it’s supercharged.”

“This is going to end badly,” Phoenix sighed. Bob nudged her side.

“It’ll be so much better when you’ve had caffeine. C’mon, brighten up; when was the last time you went to Australia?”

“Never, actually,” Phoenix confessed, “you?”

“No. Fanboy said he and Payback got sent here a few years ago but it was in a remote location. They had to stand on a hill to get cell reception and Fanboy got heat exhaustion.”

“Sounds rough; explains why he’s clinging to his water.”

Their eyes fell to the large water bottle in a side pocket of Fanboy’s backpack, both wondering if they should have brought their own. They watched when Rooster hit his head on the roof of the minibus and stifled their laughter, instead choosing to take a couple photos of the scrub around the hotel. With everyone buckled in, the minibus started up and JD headed toward what he called bragged was of the best coffee shops around.

“Now, prepare yourselves, and go easy on the caffeine; speaking from experience, our coffee is the best in the world but it’s also strong so you will be shitting through the eye of a needle at twenty paces if you’re not careful.”

JD was quick to warn the Daggers as they stepped into the cute coffee shop, pausing to take a look at the menu. They all slowly looked to him in confusion but he waved them off.

“Our coffee is high in caffeine, so it gives you the shits. You’ve been warned.”

“I just want a coffee,” Hangman said after a moment of staring blankly, “damn coffee shops make this so difficult.”

“Try a flat white,” JD suggested. Hangman glanced at him, then shrugged and went up to order. Phoenix mused at the menu for a moment. It was too hot to be drinking hot coffee like Hangman had just ordered... iced latte it was.

Once everyone had placed their orders and paid they stood back to wait, glancing around.

“Where are you from?” Rooster asked JD, who hummed.

“I was born in Queensland, but I’ve been in Perth almost twenty years. It’s a great place to be; no one really thinks to come here so we mostly get our beaches to ourselves.”

“What ones would you recommend- holy shit that’s good.”

Hangman had joined the pair, takeaway coffee cup in hand as he took his first sip. He offered his cup to Rooster who shook his head.

“I’m not getting cooties, mine’s coming.”

“To answer your question, a lot of the guys go surfing at Scarborough but most people flock to Cottesloe on our hot days.”

“Hey, man, while I’ve got you-“

Rooster’s name was called and he split from JD and Hangman to grab his coffee. JD patted Hangman’s shoulder then went to see where they were at in regards to coffee collection. Maverick stood by Hangman, smiling at the way his eyes lit up the more he sipped at his coffee.

“Just remember what JD said; we’re moving around a lot today so don’t do something dumb.”

“Me? Dumb? I’m good, Mav, in fact I’m too good to-“

“-be true,” the rest of the Daggers filled in nearby, earning laughter. A woman approached Hangman suddenly, holding out a piece of paper and a pen.

“I’m so sorry to ask, but are you that guy from that movie?”

“Uh...? No?”

“Oh, damn, that’s... embarrassing. Sorry!”

She disappeared out the door and Hangman frowned as he looked to the others.

“What was she sniffing?”

With everyone happily caffeinated, JD loaded them back into the van and they drove through the picturesque scenery of the Perth suburbs sipping on their coffee and taking photos through the windows. For a group of seasoned aviators they were definitely feeling the coffee hit, talking a million miles an hour. JD glanced over at Maverick who cleared his throat.

“They’ll settle; where are we headed?”

“I thought we could do Fremantle Prison first, and then depending on energy levels and the coffee crash we could either relax and see a movie or head to the beach for the arvo.”

“I’m sorry; arvo?”

Fanboy interrupted the conversation, apparently listening to all the conversations in the bus. JD smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Afternoon.”

“Gotcha.”

“After the prison we might do smoko-“

“-smoko?”

Rooster, this time. Apparently all the Daggers had become eavesdroppers.

“Take a break; shearers use to have smoke breaks so they’d call it morning and afternoon smoko.”

JD filled in the blanks, already questioning his own lingo.

“I totally forgot to ask this earlier when I heard it in the airport; what the fuck is a gobby-“

“-and look at that, we’re here!”

JD pulled the van into a parking space at the prison, glancing over his shoulder.

“Before we go in, I do just ask that you’re respectful to both the staff and the culture. I can tell you more later but if you’re not sure about something please make sure you ask me.”

“Of course,” Phoenix reassured. A glance to Bob beside her found him dozing, hat over his eyes.

“Hey, Mav, we’ve got a man down.”

“I’ll wake him, you guys go.”

The Fremantle Prison had a long (complicated) history in Australian culture, and the Daggers were quiet as they took it in. It originally opened in the 19th century, and when it closed in 1991 it was a welcomed announcement by the general public due to concerns for prisoner welfare and the state of the facilities. At one point Rooster separated from the group to read a plaque about the last execution on site and Maverick appeared by his side, a hand on his shoulder.

“How are you feeling about the panel?” He murmured. Rooster shrugged.

“The more I talk about it the less I feel like I’m gonna hurl.”

“I know. If you need a break just ask, okay?”

“Mav. I’m fine.”

Rooster sent him a reassuring smile, turning back to the information he’d been reading. Phoenix joined him when Maverick left his side, nudging his side.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Tash.”

“This place... wow.”

“Haunting,” Rooster mused. Phoenix glanced around.

“Apparently they do night tours as well; think we can make Bagman scream?”

Rooster raised an eyebrow, then smirked; Phoenix rolled her eyes.

“Ew, Brooster. Ugh, you’re the worst.”

“I really think that one’s on you!” Rooster called as she left him to go and stand with Bob.

“Do you think that’s him?”

Rooster glanced over his shoulder, trying to figure out where the younger female voice came from considering it wasn’t Phoenix and she was the only female in their group. He frowned, then put it down to the eerie nature of the prison. It was probably playing with his head.

“How are we feeling? We could have a counter-y or we could head to Cottesloe-“

“-a counter-y...?”

JD winced.

“Sorry. Uh, we could go have a sit down meal at the pub or we could head out to Cottesloe beach.”

Maverick checked his watch, then shrugged.

“Everyone okay if we go have something to eat?”

The group agreed easily, Hangman jogging up to catch up with Bob.

“Hey, did you have the coffee? That was seriously strong, like crack but also a little like maybe I should have slept more, and did you smell the air- and the vegemite toast this morning was disgusting-“

“-what is wrong with you?”

The pub JD picked had a strong scent of stale beer the second you walked in and the TAB room to the left was loud enough that even if there was music playing over the speakers you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. The Daggers and JD found a table toward the back of the dining room, picking up their menus.

“What would you recommend, JD?” Payback asked.

“No more coffee for Jake,” JD deadpanned earning laughter from the others, “but anything here is great. The parmy has just the right amount of ham and sauce to cheese ratio and the fish is always fresh.”

“I’m so lost,” Bob muttered as he stared at the menu. A waitress appeared to get their drinks orders then they poured water to get themselves started, the Daggers taking in the room.

“Is that a pool table?” Phoenix asked. She immediately realised her mistake when Coyote and Hangman stood.

“We’ll be back.”

There were already a couple locals playing, but it appeared the two Daggers were welcomed into the group easily to everyone’s surprise. The waitress came by again to take food orders then while they waited the group fell into easy conversation about the Australian culture and the upcoming panel the Daggers would be attending. It was highly classified so they kept it general, talking around it rather than about it. Maverick leaned back in his chair and he was the first to spot the food coming out, his eyebrows raising.

“That is huge,” he said in regards to the steak placed in front of Bob, then turning to the seafood Rooster had ordered.

“And that- there’s so much.”

“I feel a nap in my near future,” Rooster grinned. Maverick smiled at him, taking a prawn when it was offered.

“Is this where that saying about a shrimp on the barbie comes from?” Payback asked JD, who shook his head.

“Not really, we might do that your last night here. Most Aussies actually prefer yabbies; a type of... I dunno, it’s kinda like a prawn or a lobster but oversized. You find ‘em a lot in freshwater dams on the farms but there’s plenty of yabby farmers around here that keep up the supply.”

“What the fuck is a yabby-“

“-hey, food!”

Coyote and Hangman returned from the pool table when Bob waved them over, eagerly eyeing their meals.

“I feel like this is going to ruin everything I’ve ever worked for,” Hangman said as he reached for his silverware. The others laughed.

“We’re going to swim it off, remember? It’s about half an hour to Cottesloe so you’ll be good to get straight in the water when we get there.”

“That’s alright then.”

The Daggers stripped off to their swimwear on the sand, tossing various articles of clothing at Maverick and slathering on sunblock. Right before they took off JD waved to get their attention.

“Swim where everyone else is and keep an eye out for sharks.”

“He’s joking, right?” Coyote whispered to Payback, who snorted.

“Yeah; it’s a public beach, there’s no way sharks would-“

“-unfortunately I’m not joking mate, we get a few shark attacks every summer. We’re in their territory and if they feel threatened they’ll defend.”

The Daggers were suddenly a little slower to head for the water. Maverick laughed, turning to JD.

“That should settle them... oh. You weren’t joking.”

“Nope.”

Out in the water, Phoenix was lying on her back and enjoying the cool water whilst the others horsed around a little further out. She felt something brush her foot and gave it a gentle kick, taking a deep breath to refocus when there was another touch against her ankle. Next thing she knew there was a sharp tug and she screamed, thinking about the seven most deadly animals in Australia and how most of them were in the ocean. When she came up for air Payback and Fanboy were coming up too and laughing, high fiving. Phoenix scowled.

“Sleep with one eye open, assholes,” she warned. The pair exchanged a look then swam off to join where Bob and Coyote were wading and talking. Rooster was talking to a local and Phoenix didn’t have the heart to tell him he resembled a drowned rat with his damp curls rather than his usual attractive (dry) face. When she realised she couldn’t see Hangman she glanced around, finding him on the shore. There was a group of women surrounding him and he was loving it, as per usual, but she could tell he was utterly confused. She decided to join him on the shore (cockblock him within an inch of his life and then a little more for good measure), nudging his side.

“Hey, Bagman, what’s going on?”

“He’s the guy from that movie!” One of the onlookers exclaimed, Phoenix snorting.

“No, he’s US Navy and as much as he’s loving this he’s not who you’re looking for.”

The women all blushed and scattered across the beach back to wherever they were supposed to be, Phoenix wheeling around to face Hangman.

“What the hell was that?”

“I have no idea.”

That evening the team had an early dinner and thanked JD for his tour. The team knew they shouldn’t go to bed considering it was only 7pm so they decided to go see a movie nearby. A local cinema was playing a new one so they headed into the city, bought tickets and went into the theatre. They’d picked a movie at random and hadn’t even looked at trailers; the only rule was Rooster was banned from picking movies because he’d chosen Oppenheimer last time and it had sparked a Barbenheimer debate on base. Settling into their seats, Phoenix opened a bag of M&M’s then poured half of it into Rooster’s popcorn, the other half going into the box she and Bob were sharing. They sat through the twenty minutes of previews and when Phoenix glanced over she wasn’t entirely surprised to find most of the Daggers dozing already. It was dark and cool in the room, a nice break from the heat of the Australian summer sun. Even Maverick was struggling to keep her eyes open, something Phoenix wouldn’t have ever predicted. The only other Dagger mostly awake was Bob after his impromptu nap on the way to the prison that morning, sending her a smile when the movie finally started. A young woman ran across a train station, politely apologising to everyone she nearly bumped into on her way to a coffee shop. Bob glanced down at Phoenix when she yawned, offering his shoulder.

“I won’t tell ‘em.”

She accepted the offer, leaning on his shoulder.

“Wake me if something happens.”

“Tash. Phoenix, wake up.”

Phoenix felt like she’d only just closed her eyes when Bob jolted her out of her doze, sitting upright.

“Wha? What’s wrong?”

“Look!”

Phoenix scrubbed at her eyes, glancing up at the screen. Her eyes widened and she reached over to wake Rooster.

“Look,” she hissed, “doesn’t that kind of look like-“

Rooster’s brows furrowed as his brain tried to wake up, probably in his REM stage considering what time it was back at home, then he connected the dots and snorted.

“It kinda looks like Bagman- huh... I wonder if that’s what those women were talking about earlier?”

“At the beach? You saw that?”

“No, at the coffee shop this morning. A woman came outta nowhere, asked Hangman for his autograph.”

The male lead in the movie started yelling and stripping, pulling his shirt off shortly followed by his shorts which were tossed into the trees. Rooster snorted.

“He looks so much like Bagman, I wonder if he has-“

Phoenix and Rooster’s heads tilted to the side, frowning.

“The ass dimple.”

Rooster turned to his other side, frantically shaking Hangman awake.

“Bagman, look! Your ass is in a movie!”

“Was that a dream? Did I dream that?”

Standing outside the theatre, waiting for their ubers to take them back to their hotel, the Daggers all turned to Hangman who looked like he was having an existential crisis.

“Nope, sorry man. Wasn’t a dream,” Rooster grinned. Phoenix jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, stifling her own snort. Bob glanced between them.

“How did you two figure it out again? The ass dimple?”

“That’s classified,” Phoenix commented at the same time Rooster said, “it was a long time ago.”

Hangman rolled his eyes, focusing on the parking area.

“Thanks for exposing me.”

“Anytime,” Rooster grinned. The uber drivers began to arrive and the Daggers paired off, splitting into the three cars. Maverick took the front seat of one of the cars, glancing over his shoulder at Rooster and Phoenix.

“Am I missing something?”

“No, Mav,” Rooster said easily, exchanging a look with his best friend who turned toward the window to stifle her giggles.

The next morning the Daggers eased into their day plans, having breakfast together in Rooster’s hotel room and then discussing what they wanted to do. JD, who met them a little after they finished eating, suggested a ferry ride out to Rottnest Island.

“Wait- isn’t that where you can see a quokka?” Fanboy asked. JD nodded.

“They roam all over the island out there, it’s almost certain you’ll see at least one.”

“JD I’m guessing you already got tickets?”

Maverick glanced over at JD.

“We should get going though if we’re going to get there in time. The ferry is a decent drive out of the city. Everyone should take plenty of water and sunscreen but there is a general store on the island.”

“That’s great- Hangman, are you alright?”

Hangman glanced up, shaking his head.

“Rough night. I’m good.”

Phoenix and Rooster snickered whilst Payback covered his laugh with a cough. Maverick’s eyes passed over the Daggers then he smiled at JD.

“Let’s go.”

The ferry ride was surprisingly smooth on the way over, the water steady enough that Bob took to reading the brochures nearby without motion sickness and Rooster had a short nap on the seat against the window. By the time they got to the island Bob was full of knowledge- mainly about the local wildlife.

“Guys, I wonder how many snakes we’re gonna see? Apparently they release them on to this island all the time.”

Phoenix’s eyes darted to Bob, glaring at him.

“What?”

“Yeah, the Western Australia government relocates snakes out here instead of letting them- y’know.”

“Die?” Payback filled in, but his eyes were firmly on the ground as though he was looking for any signs of said reptilian attacker. Hangman’s lips quirked upwards.

“They’ve never seen a rattlesnake-“

“-did you not see that video they played on the plane ride over? Tiger snakes are aggressive and dangerous,” Phoenix interrupted as she threw her hands in the air. JD laughed at the Daggers.

“Tiger snakes aren’t social creatures; the only reason they’d come into populated locations like this is if their habitat was invaded or there was insufficient food. The conservation teams out here are great with snake monitoring and they’re all qualified to relocate them. It’s not the tiger snakes you need to worry about, though; we have a dugite snake population out here and they’re highly poisonous.”

“A what?” Rooster asked. Bob dug out his phone and after a quick search showed Rooster said snake. The others watched the colour drain from his face.

“That’s terrifying.”

“Stick to the paths, and most importantly if you see one don’t move, just let it go on its way. It’s very rare that a snake comes anywhere near here but we like to be aware of our surroundings.”

JD gestured to the first café he saw.

“C’mon; I believe you guys could use a coffee.”

“Do you guys have a break every ten minutes for coffee? Goddamn,” Rooster muttered. Despite his comment he still jogged to catch up with the others, ready for a caffeine hit.

“Bagman what’s your coffee count at?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Mickey, you’re walking so close to me I’m getting claustrophobic. What are you doing?”

Reuben glanced over at his wizzo who was indeed standing quite close, frowning at him. Fanboy cleared his throat, scooting over a little.

“Sorry man; the snake talk freaked me out.”

“Me too but I’m not being snake bait so you’re gonna have to walk like a normal person. C’mon Mickey, we literally fly death traps for work!”

“And fun!” Hangman called, a couple metres behind them. Fanboy glanced over his shoulder to glare at the caffeinated aviator, turning back to face toward the rest of the track.

“I fuckin’ hate snakes, I never made peace with ‘em-“

“-make peace?”

Payback burst out laughing, doubling over as he gasped between laughter. Fanboy rolled his eyes.

“What a great partner you are. Thanks for the support.”

“Make peace!”

“What’s got him so wound up?” Coyote asked as he passed the couple on the walking track, Rooster and Phoenix ahead with JD whilst Bob had stayed back with Maverick and they were talking between themselves.

“Mickey has just told me he wants to make peace with a snake,” Payback said, stifling his laughter. Coyote’s eyebrow twitched as he tried not to smile.

“That sounds like something that could get us in trouble with the locals.”

“Fuck you- both of you!”

Coyote and Payback broke into laughter, standing around long enough that Maverick, Bob and Hangman caught up to them. Hangman opened his mouth to start talking but Bob easily slid a palm over it.

“That’s enough from you. What’s so funny?”

“We were thinking of going to the zoo later to see if Fanboy can face his little snake phobia,” Payback said. Bob snorted.

“I’m in.”

“You’re all mean as hell,” Fanboy groaned, “I’m hanging out with Hangman now. C’mon Hangman.”

“No one tells me what to do-“

“-Seresin, get a move on!”

“Coming Mav!”

Maverick had kept going around the teasing; Hangman took off to catch up to Maverick and Bob sent the others a look.

“He’s gonna crash hard any second now. Be prepared.”

“Oh, we’re ready.”

The search for a quokka took a little longer than expected; it was only that they stopped the lap around the island for a bathroom break that Phoenix saw one whilst she was waiting for the guys.

“Ohhhhhh holy shit!”

JD, standing on the other side of the track, smiled at her.

“They’re cute aren’t they?”

The closer Phoenix got the more confused she was.

“It looks like a rat!”

“That one’s probably got a bit of somethin’, you know how it is.”

“But- but all the celebrity photos- they’re cute!”

“I appreciate that, Phoenix,” Rooster said when he appeared. Phoenix whipped around, phone in hand.

“Roos! Look, a quokka!”

“What the fuck is that?!”

Rooster backed away from the quokka, an eyebrow raised.

“Why does it look like that?”

“Bradley, respect!” Maverick scolded as he came out, giving Rooster a quick swat up the back of his head. Rooster pointed toward his feet where the quokka had decided to hang out and Maverick grinned.

“Look at that! Hey little guy, what are you doing down there, huh?”

“Mav, I think it’s got mange,” Rooster winced. Then he smirked.

“Wait here, maybe it’ll bite Hangman. Hey, Seresin-“

Phoenix laughed when Rooster went to turn back into the bathrooms, only stopped by Maverick who caught him by the arm.

“Not now, there’s witnesses- hey, JD.”

JD laughed as he watched Rooster and Maverick, Phoenix rolling her eyes as she took a couple photos of the quokka.

“Bloody hell mate, you lot are cooked,” JD laughed. The others emerged from the bathrooms, Payback pausing when he realised Phoenix was taking photos.

“Hey, Fanboy look, snake!”

A kid in the background, having overheard Payback, screamed for his mother and Hangman burst out laughing.

“Aw, man, Payback, you made a kid cry. No more quokkas for you.”

That night, Maverick and JD organised a pit fire at JD’s (despite fire regulations, they were very aware there was some law bending going on there) as well as beer and fire-grilled steak (Hangman’s mouth started watering when JD mentioned it). A couple kilometres out of the city JD’s parents had a small farm and when the Daggers got there they had a fire going in the fire pit, steak almost ready to go on the fire and cold beer in the esky nearby. They all gathered around the fire and Bob reached for a bottle of water.

“Hey, JD, I forgot to ask; are dropbears real?”

JD hummed. Winked at Bob who smirked.

“Mate, we try not to talk about it, but we’ve seen a lot of ‘em around here lately. Just don’t go out the back when it gets darker, I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Coyote leaned back in his chair, beer in hand.

“What the fuck is a dropbear?”

“Wait; you guys don’t know what a dropbear is?” Bob started. Phoenix put down her raspberry Cruiser, something she’d been handed by JD’s girlfriend.

“How do you not know what a dropbear is?”

Rooster scoffed.

“Oh c’mon, everyone knows what a dropbear is-“

“-shhh!”

Phoenix elbowed him in the ribs, putting a finger to her lips to shush him. Hangman was leaning forward, interested.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a dropbear?”

“A killer koala; mate, they have these gnarly teeth, and these claws that can claw through- well, anything!”

Coyote gaped.

“Killer koalas?”

Maverick snorted, watching Phoenix and Bob exchange a look. JD piped up then.

“Mate, dropbears... they’re terrifying. One night, my dad, he went into the bush looking for some firewood when we were camping... came out covered in scratches. The only thing that could do that, well...”

JD took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. Everyone glanced around, eyebrows furrowed.

“He’s not serious... right?”

Hangman was the first to speak up, but he shut his mouth when JD turned to him.

“Deadly serious, mate. You don’t stand under a tree after dark out here.”

“Right,” Hangman scoffed, “y’know we can read. There’s no way dropbears are real.”

Bob raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

The beer and steak around the fire was a great idea, and everyone was in high spirits as they got ready to go back to the city. By the time they were climbing into the van they were giggling to themselves about how loud Rooster had yelled when he’d gone to pee behind a tree, heard rustling and thought it was a dropbear coming to eat him alive. The good news was Bob definitely wasn’t going to eat him but he wasn’t going to let him forget it either. The nerves about the panel the following morning had mostly dissipated, Rooster himself even saying he was ready to tell the story to an audience rather than explaining his every move to Cyclone because he had to. Maverick had taken one look at him as he climbed into the van then passed him a huge bottle of water and reminded him that even if he was hungover he still had to show up. Hangman finally had his caffeine crash and was snoring in the back of the van- Phoenix had wanted to draw on him in retaliation for every dumb stunt he’d pulled but Coyote had frantically shaken his head at her; he’d been rooming with Hangman and he was like an energiser bunny on a good day. Payback and Fanboy were quiet as they took their seats, still googling dropbears to see if there was anything to those rumours even though JD swore on his mum’s life that he really was just shit stirring. Bob was still thinking about the huntsman spider he’d seen in a brochure and was reaching to shake out his boots just in case putting them back on earlier hadn’t been enough to kill whatever may have snuck in there.

“Hey, Mav?”

Maverick glanced over his shoulder at Phoenix as they walked into the hotel lobby, ready to sleep for a million years. As much as he’d tired the Daggers out he’d exhausted himself too.

“Yes, Tash?”

“Tonight was a really good idea. Thanks.”

“Thank JD; it was mostly his idea, I just bought the steak.”

“But still. We’ve been so busy ever since the... y’know. We’re here for the conference but this... this feels like a vacation too and I think we needed it.”

Maverick smiled.

“We all need breaks sometimes.”

“Even you?”

“I can’t remember the last time I took a vacation day unless it was forced- wait, yes I can. Bradley decked a kid at school. God, I’ll never forget that phone call. He was 12...”

As they headed into the elevator Maverick began to tell the tale, Phoenix hanging on his every word.

“And now we turn to the United States’ top aviators, the Dagger Squad.”

Maverick sat up in his seat, nudging Rooster under the table.

“Shoulders back,” he whispered, but apparently the microphones were sensitive enough to catch it and the group of Australian Navy personnel stared blankly. Maverick cleared his throat.

“We knew what we were facing going in. We had a steep mountain, g’s that tested our skills and the risk of fifth-generation fighters taking us out at any given moment.”

“Sir, who was the enemy?” Someone piped up from the crowd. Maverick cleared his throat.

“That’s classified. Now, in order to start our training, we spent a lot of time running simulations...”

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Sing 1 Commentary and Review Pt. 1

Like I said yesterday, I will be giving commentary through out the run of the movie here! Is this an elaborate plan to distract me from my fic being with my beta reader? Yes! Am I using it for content? Also yes! I will try to remember to include timestamps and screenshots. But probably will just end up doing screenshots most of the time, sorry. Welcome to the madness!

(There will be multiple parts because these take a while and also there's a limit of thirty photos per post so yeah. I got 9 minutes in? I talk a lot during movies ok? It's an AuDHD thing.)

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I feel like now is as good of a time as any to mention that I despise minions (aka was forced to watch Despicable Me in art class way too much as a child). So yes, we're not even past the opening credits and I'm already complaining, welcome to watching a movie with me everyone.

Ok just noticed this for the first time, but Old Moon Theatre had lyres (a symbol of Apollo, the Greek god of music) and grape vines (a symbol of Dionysus, the Greek god of theatre) on it, which is just super cool!

I love the fact that Buster canonically talks to himself and narrates his own life. Like same bestie. Love this for you. You're in your delusion era rn but go for it mate.

Lesbians!!

(No I will not be taking criticism here. That pose is one of the gayest things I have ever seen and I just looked in a mirror.)

HE HAS APPEARED!!!!!

Ok three things. One, these cops appeared out of literally no where. Like we just did a circle around the boy and we did not see them. Can they teleport or something???

Also, two, what the hell is in that box? I'm typically not one to judge what random stuff you leave in an alley (yes, yes I am, but to be fair this is the cleanest alley I've ever seen), but is that just a box of cut up springs??

And for number three, you thought you heard someone singing??? You thought you heard someone singing and only spare one glance down the alley behind the bank during a spree of bank robberies??? Ok no, these cops are terrible. The bank being robbed is absolutely their fault, what the hell?!

Ooooo, eight ball keychain!!!

I mean... Johnny did warn them, ten seconds too late, but he did warn them. He's still absolutely grounded but you know, he tried. Also, I just realized they took the license plate off the truck for the robbery. Insanely smart. The best boys. I love them.

✨ 🎶He's a runner, he's a track star! 🎶✨

Also, apparently Johnny can catch up with a accelerating truck... ok then.

Glad to see this skill that I'm absolutely sure will be used again in the multiple other applicable scenarios. What was that? It never comes up again? Yeah, that seems about right.

Ok, how the hell have the not found these guys yet??? Like the rest of the gang are in disguises, horrible ones but still disguises, but Johnny wears the exact same clothes throughout the movie and is not hiding his face in the slightest. You're telling me no one, not a single person, recognized him???

Also, just how many vintage trucks are in this town? Like just look up the truck model and go down the list of all the one's owned in Calatonia. Boom, done. The police in this place suck at their jobs.

ROSITA!!!!

Ok, so the piglets are definitely around first grade judging by the alphabet and number chart on the wall. Also, a learning chart on the wall is so cute and sweet, I love it!

(Theory) So... we can all agree it's summer right? Because not only are Johnny and Meena home (ok Meena's home, Johnny's being a felon, but that's not important) at lunch time but so are the piglets. They for sure aren't in school yet. And yeah, I know they leave with backpacks later on but that could just be daycare (it's likely daycare). So, since a lot of daycares aren't open on weekends (or at least ones near me), Sing 1 starts in the summer on a weekend! That's cool!

Awwww Rosita. I'm so sorry honey. I love you, we all love you, and I wish I could say you have a normal, relaxing life after this movie but... I'm sorry. Not even close to one.

Ok wow, forgot how vertigo inducing this movie was. Wow.

Ash has arrived!!!!

Also, super interesting how Ash's guitar looks a lot more worn that Lance's. It has scratches and faded stickers while Lance's looks shiny and new here.

And Lance... ewww.

Fair man, fair.

And before people get on to my man Harry for kicking them out without pay by the looks of it, most restaurant gigs I know of are not paid, the musicians get tips and exposure, and I'm pretty sure there is not one single person in that restaurant soo... yeah. They weren't getting paid either way.

One of the best expressions all movie.

I'm gonna punt him. I don't care that he's been on screen for 10 seconds, I'm gonna punt him.

(Moments where Lance is puntable counter: 4)

And now we have everyone!!! Meena, welcome aboard!

Also that cake looks amazing. ...Hold up, I'm getting lunch.

Ok, I'm back! Let's dive back in to my lovely ramblings that are hopefully semi entertaining.

Oh boy, let's talk about the happy birthday scene. For one, Meena is a kid. Stop being mean to a kid.

For another, the rest of her family just stops singing??? Like excuse me, that's not how the happy birthday song works. I don't care if one of the singers is a grammy winner, you don't stop singing just to listen to them. It is a group effort. Either everyone sings or no one does. It's the birthday song rules people. They really put her on the spot here and I do not appreciate it, the poor baby.

So, Meena has tried out for choirs and bands before but it never worked out. That makes me think her social anxiety is not new and I am very much disappointed with her grandfather's perspective on it.

Oh great. He's here.

(Mike puntable moments counter: 1)

Their money must be different than ours since that is the design of a penny.

Also: (Mike puntable moments counter: 2)

OK. This is a straight up mugging. Why is no one doing anything?! Like excuse me?!?!?

Oh and now he gave the guy an asthma attack. Sod off Mike.

Why is everyone siding with the mouse man?????? He sucks??? Hello????

(Mike puntable moments counter: 5)

Ok, ignore the monkey man for a minute. The restaurant is legit named 'The Squids'. So do they own it? Do they work there? Was the founder a squid? What's the situation because I'm guessing the don't eat them since they are sentient.

For such a fancy restaurant, they have terrible taste in lighting decor. I'm pretty sure those are the same ones at my doctor's office.

Oh Eddie, my favourite trust fund baby of the series. It's so good to see you.

Ok, let's talk about the implications of what Eddie is saying here. He says that his dad has been paying for the shows. And Buster's theatre has been struggling for way more than one or two shows.

And I don't know about you guys but I personally wouldn't pay for my adult kid's friend's failing theatre more than once if it turned out to be a bust. It's a waste of money and have you seen today's economy. Now if that was my kid's partner? Different story. I would probably be more willing to pay for a few more for both of their sakes.

What am I saying here? Noodlemoon. They're dating. End of story. ----------------------------

I'll be right back with part 2!

(And 30 more screenshot taking up memory on my dying laptop.)

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Dude, I need a relationship advice from you. and please be blunt and honest with me.

So I have fiancee. To start with, I never read AO3 or tumblr near him, cos I don't want him to see me as this crazy maniac girl who loves weird and questioning fanfics that doesn't makes sense and out of line from normality. And plus our environment kinda religious and you have to agree half of the fics in here and AO3 are mostly sinful. Including poly relationship, since it looks like cheating.

Next, since we already engaged and we even planning to marry next year, I just wanna be true to him. I want him to see me entirely, that this is the woman you'll spend your lifetime with, the woman that'll bring your child to the world, etc, etc.

So, I started to read Tumblr even when he's around. Even on his lap, while he watched his mechanical series idk what about. But because I read it on iPad, obviously he also can read it too. And I love your poly marauders a lot. And it's not even that smut, not at all! And I've read something worse than your fluff poly relationship fics.

Well, since he see me read all your poly fics, he asked me about it and then we joked about it. He asked me if I would like to be in a poly relationship. And I jokingly say yes if only marauders, the one you write are real. No other marauders, only your marauders cos I know your marauders are so fucking perfect it's obvious that they won't exist in this cruel world

Suddenly he said, should we try it? Cos next year we won't be able to be crazy again. Next year we'll be tied to one another by god and government. so it'll be our last chance to be crazy. And at this point I really confused cos why the hell he brings this out? I thought we're only joking around. Why he makes it sounds real?

While I want to asked him what is he talking about, he pulled his phone, open Instagram, and show me account of the girls he would like to be in poly relationship with.

And now I'm wondering, if he's joking or not. But he already has a list of girls he wants to be in poly relationship with. And he never heard the word poly before this. Make me questioning if he actually been playing behind me? And see this as a chance to... Idk?

Should I continue this marriage plan. He kinda scared me now. Like, how could you have list of women you want to be with. And it's not fictional women, they are real, and I know this women. They mostly our friends, my friends.

If the list are black widow, or sydney sweeney. I'll be accept it and laugh and thought it just a joke. But it's not, and now I'm not sure about our relationship.

What should I do?

Btw sorry for the long story, I'm not ready to tell this to my family, and idk if I can trust my friends since they all in his list. I don't want to make them feel awkward around me or feel bad

Hi! So, this is obviously deeply personal, and I'm going to try to give my advice because you've asked for it, but I just want to say first that you should do whatever feels right for you and your relationship. I've never been in a relationship and don't know your fiancee, so I can only give you my perspective within those limitations.

It seems like this started because you want to go into your married life having complete honesty with your partner (I would want the same), so my first instinct is to have a frank conversation with him about your concerns and see what he says/how he reacts.

If you're worried he's been cheating on you, though, I can see how he might just lie in that situation. In my own opinion (again, this is just me, do what feels right for you), I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone I don't fully trust. In general, I'd probably try and step back to analyze my relationship and ask myself whether I really want to marry someone I'm already having doubts about. That's me being as blunt as I can.

I really hope it all works out for you honey, and I'm proud of you for wanting to be honest in your relationship <3

#mae's asks

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Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

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Includes- Angst, fight/argument, sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, missionary, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

I rush down the hallway towards the set where Wooyoung's photoshoot is being held

My best friend, the idol

Lately he's been asking me to come to more and more shoots and I always say yes

He's kept me kinda away from his members so I don't really know any of them too well

I met them the first time about three months ago when I went to a photo shoot

I don't know why he didn't want me to meet them before

He's been in ATEEZ for three years already but he always hung out with me alone

But I'm not making a big deal out of it

I'm just happy he's asking me to come to more things for ATEEZ now

Stepping onto the set, I find him sitting in the middle of the room on a couch with his members

I start heading towards them

"Yeah right", Wooyoung snorts, "I would never fuck Joanne"

I stop a few feet away from him

What did he say?

"Really? You never thought to have sex with your best friend who's a girl?", One of them, I think it's Yeosang, asks

"Eew no. Have you seen her?", Wooyoung answers like he's grossed out

My heart falls to my feet and I quickly hide behind the rack of clothes nearby

"I mean she's nerdy yeah but she's pretty", San says

"Maybe to you. Not me. I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole"

I can't believe he's saying this

It's the opposite of everything he ever said when we're together

"She does seem kind of a dork", Seonghwa adds

"She is totally a dork. All she does is study and she doesn't know how to have any fun"

That's so not true!

Yeah I study a lot but that's because I'm going to be an exotic vet

I need to study

I have hard bio and medical classes

And I do know how to have fun

Him and I have fun all the time

Although now I think he's just been lying to me

"Wooyoung this is your best friend you're talking about!", Hongjoong scolds

He shrugs, "She's my best friend from childhood and honesty I feel sorry for her. It's why I haven't invited her to things up until the past few months"

That's the reason why he's kept me away from his idol world

He's ashamed of me

I feel like I can't breathe

Not only is every he said when we sleep together a lie but it seems like our whole friendship is a lie

"Then you wouldn't care if Jongho asks her out?", Yunho asks

"What?", he says, while I think it

"Jongho likes her. He thinks she's really pretty and nice. He would never ask you if you're ok with him dating her but since you're saying all this, I'm asking for him"

I don't want Jongho

Yes he's very sweet and shy and cute but Wooyoung is who I want

Who I stupidly fell in love with

"She wouldn't know what to do with a guy if she ever did get one", he snaps

I thought I did but I guess all the times he told me I felt good, what I was doing was amazing was a lie

I guess I was just easy sex for him

And it's devastating

"So no I'd never sleep with her. She's kinda pathetic", Wooyoung continues, "And I don't suggest Jongho try either. She has no experience and he'll regret it"

I bite my lip to keep from crying

I guess he regrets it too if he's saying that

"And anyway, I got my eye on Ara. She's hot and I wouldn't mind fucking her."

"God is sex all you think about?", Hongjoong snaps

"No. I think I may ask Ara on a date. See where it goes "

He likes Ara?

One of the hairstylists?

I haven't seen him give any interest in her

He never talks about her to me

But then again I don't really know him anymore

Especially not after this

I need to leave

I can't listen to anymore

I practically run from behind the rack back into the hallway

Going as quickly as I can, I head for the exit, shoving the door open when I get there

I beeline for my car and as soon as I'm in it, the tears burst from my eyes

I can't believe that's how he really thinks of me

He never wanted me

I didn't expect him to have feelings for me but I hoped

I was an idiot

I take out my phone, my hands shaking as I type a text to him

"Hey Woo. I can't make it today. A project was suddenly sprung on us in class and I have to meet with my partner, Han, to talk about how we're going to handle the assignment. Sorry"

After sending the text, I throw my car in drive and head home

I have to keep wiping my eyes because the tears don't stop

I wish I wasn't crying, I wish what he said didn't bother me

Didn't hurt

No such luck

My phone goes off when I open the door to my apartment

"Oh that sucks. I miss you and wanted to hang out after the shoot. Next time then"

I just send back an, "Ok", then head to my room, laying on my bed

Putting my head in my pillow, I let the tears fall, crying my heart out

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I stare at my phone

It's been a week since I ran from Wooyoung

A week since I've been pulling away from him

But today he sent me a text asking me to come to another photo shoot tomorrow

I'm not going

I can't be around him right now

Maybe ever

I have to stay away

He doesn't want me

He feels sorry for me and that's why he's continuing this friendship

And he wants Ara

I decided to distance myself more and more

This way he won't be burdened with me and he can go after the girl he really wants

I can let him be happy without any interference from me

I just have to figure out how without causing suspicion

I came up with an idea that's dumb but may still work

"I can't Woo. I actually have a date. With my boyfriend", I text back, hoping he buys it

"Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend?", he immediately texts back

I already have an answer prepared

"Last week. It's my partner for that projected I had last week. Han. He asked me out that day and I said yes"

"Wow. That's great Jo"

Yeah of course he'd be happy that I have someone else

Now he can ask out Ara without worrying about me

God this fucking hurts

Tears spring to my eyes as I type, "Thanks Woo. He's a really nice guy and I hope it works out"

"It will. Have fun tomorrow 😉"

I send a thumbs up, then toss my phone on my bed, pulling my knees to my chest

He didn't even care

Not one word out what would happen with us

No regret that we can't be together anymore

But then again, what did I expect after I heard what he really thinks about me?

He's probably happy to pass me off to some other guy so he doesn't have to deal with me anymore

It hurts

I didn't only lose the guy I love, I lost my best friend

Who I guess, in reality wasn't my best friend anyway

Or I wasn't his

Laying down in bed, I just stare at the wall, tears falling down my face

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Four months later

Wooyoung POV

"Wanna hang out after work?", I text her, hoping she says yes

I haven't seen her in months

Not since she said she got together with Han

I miss her

And yeah, I get we can't sleep together anymore but that doesn't mean I want all contact to stop

We can still hang out like we used to before sex became involved

And I'm also suspicious that she's lying to me

She uses the Han excuse every time I ask her to hang out

And I ask her often because I miss her

A few times I've seen her out and alone when she's supposedly with Han

Walking into a cafe, alone

Crossing the street to her apartment, alone when she was supposed to be at his place

At her job when she told me she was going to be with him all night

She works in a Starbucks so it's not like I was stalking her

But depending on her answer, I will or will not be

"I can't. I'm going to Han's. Spending the night there", she answers

I call bullshit

"Oh alright", I answer, "Maybe next time"

"Yeah. Next time", she replies

"Yeah for sure. Next time", I text

She sends a smiley face to end the conversation

I get up from my bed and walk out of the dorm to Yunho's car

I already asked him to borrow it so it's fine

Getting in it, I drive to her job

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I'm seething

As I suspected, she's not with Han

If Han is even real

I followed her from her job at Starbucks

She walked home, the Starbucks a few blocks away and I followed in the car

I parked across the street from the apartment door so I can see if she leaves

An hour after she got home, a food delivery comes to the door and it was for her

She came down, in her PJs and got the food

After another hour, I saw her leave again, with a big dog on a leash I've never seen before

A pitbull

When did she get a dog?

She took the dog around the corner of her apartment building and she came back twenty minutes later

She and the dog went inside and she hasn't come out in over a half an hour

It's nine now and she's definitely not going out

With anyone

Opening the door to the car, I get out, slam the door closed and lock it

Then I stalk to the door to the building, pulling the door open

I'm so fucking mad

I take the elevator to the third floor, get to her door and pound on it

She needs to explain to me why she lied

I'm not leaving until she does

She opens the door, shocked to see me

"Wooyoung?"

"You lied to me", I say evenly, walking in her apartment, her huge dog barking at me

Gotta admit, the pitbull is scary

"Nnnn...no I didn't", she answers, closing the door

"Shush Noodle", she scolds and yeah ok, that's a cute dog name

Maybe not for that dog though

But not why I'm here

"Bed", she says and Noodle turns, going straight to his bed in the living room, whining

She turns back to me and I confront her

"Yes you did Joanne. You said you were gonna be with Han all night and instead you're here. Alone"

"We uh....we broke up"

I raise my eyebrow

She has to know how fake that sounds

"No you didn't. I doubt you were ever together with him"

She narrows her eyes, "What the fuck Wooyoung? You don't know anything!"

"I know you've lied to me before. I've seen you when you were "with Han", I say, using finger quotation marks, "You weren't with him then and you weren't today"

"How the fuck do you know?"

"Because I followed you!", I exclaim, trying not to get angry

But it's hard

She's blowing me off and I don't know why

I didn't do anything

"I followed you. From when you were still working. I saw you leave, I saw you come in here by yourself, I saw you go downstairs to pay for the delivery. I saw you walk your dog that I didn't know you had. You were never going to see Han today"

"Wow way to be fucking creepy Wooyoung", she snaps

I'm not letting her change the subject

I know it was creepy but there wasn't any way I could find out

She just would of lied to my face

"Why are you ignoring me? Every time I ask you to hang out or to come to a photo shoot, hell anything, you blow me off. Why?"

"I was with-"

"Don't lie to me!", I snap, my anger finally breaking through

How can she lie to my face after everything I just told her?

"Tell me the truth Joanne! Don't lie! I never lied to you!"

Fury fills her eyes, "Yes you did! You lied to me for months!"

I stare at her in confusion

What the hell is she talking about?

I never lied to her

"No I haven't. Stop trying to change the subject"

"You lied to me", she snarls, "Telling me things when we...we slept together that you didn't mean"

I literally have no idea what she's talking about

Everything I ever said I meant

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't lie about anything"

"I heard you!", she yells, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes

She's gonna cry?

Why?

What is happening?

"You heard me?", I ask, trying to get to the bottom of this

"Yes Wooyoung. I heard you. What you said to your members about me"

What I said?

I didn't say anything

I don't talk about her to them

She's just mine, I don't want to share her with them

"Joanne, you're going to have to tell me what you're talking about because I honestly don't know"

"I heard what you told them! That I was ugly. That you wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. You laughed and agreed with one of them who said I was such a dork and a nerd. You said "yeah all she does is study, she doesn't know how to have fun"

The memory of that day slams into my head

Oh fuck

She heard me

That's why she texted me and said she couldn't come to the photo shoot

She was there

Then she left?

Fuck

"Remember now? You said you'd never have sex with me, that I was just your nerd best friend from childhood that you felt sorry for. You said I wouldn't know what to do with a guy if I ever got one"

I did say that

But it was to get them off my back

It was the fourth photo shoot in a row she was coming to and they were harassing me about having a crush on her

I didn't want anyone to know I was with her or know about my feelings for her

She was the one thing that was just mine, the one thing not tainted by the media, not tainted by the idol lifestyle and I wanted to keep her for myself

If I told them about her, then they'd want to hang out with her and it wouldn't just be me and her anymore

"You said I'm pathetic and that Jongho would regret being with me. Apparently I suck at sex"

That's not true

I said that so Jongho wouldn't go near her

She's mine

I didn't want him taking her away from me

"I heard you talk about Ara. How you liked her and wanted to ask her out. Wanted to fuck her"

Of course I don't want Ara

I want her but I'm terrified to tell her that

I never had these deep feelings for any girl I went out with

I never fell in love before

And I did with my best friend

I didn't know how to handle that and I still don't

But all this time, I missed her so much, wishing she was with me

Just laying next to me, in my arms

I haven't really been happy since she disappeared

"You lied every time we were together. The things you said.....how good it was, how I was the best you ever been with, how pretty I am, it's all lies", she shouts, tears rolling down her face, "And still, I left for you! So you didn't have to worry about being friends with a pathetic loser. So you could be with Ara and be happy!"

I shake my head

Ara would never make me happy

Ara isn't her

"And still you fucking text me asking me to hang out when I know you don't want to. That you're only doing it because you feel bad for me", she snaps, "And you have the fucking nerve to come here and tell me I lied to you?"

I don't say anything because I'm shocked and still taking everything she said in

"Get out", she snarls

"No", I shake my head

I can't leave

Not now

I have to explain everything to her

I hurt her and I didnt mean to

I have to fix this

"Leave Wooyoung"

"No Jo. Please listen to me"

"Why should I? You're just going to lie to my face"

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to tell you the truth", I tell her, "I lied to them. To the guys. They were making fun of me, about having a crush on you since that was the fourth photo shoot you were coming to in a row. I wanted them to stop so I said all those things to get them off my back"

She snorts through her tears, "Yeah ok. Sure"

I shake my head, "It's true. Of course I don't think your pathetic or your a nerd or a loser or you don't know how to have fun. I know you know what to do with a guy because you've done it with me. I said that Jongho would regret being with you because I didn't want him to go after you"

"Why not? You didn't want me. You wanted Ara"

"No I don't!", I exclaim, "I don't want Ara! I want you"

She stares at me for a few seconds in silence

Then, "You must think I was born fucking yesterday or something to believe that"

"I'm telling the truth! I only said those things to them because you're only mine! You're not theirs, not the media's, not ATINYS'. You're mine and if I told them about you then you wouldn't be mine anymore. They'd want to hang out with you, the media could get pictures of you, ATINY would find out about you and that would take you from me. I want you to only be mine"

"What are you talking about? Nothing you're saying makes sense. Why would you care about people finding out about me if you don't care about me?"

"I do care about you Joanne", I say frustratedly

"No you don't"

"I fucking love you", I shout, shock all over her face, "I'm in love with you ok? And I didn't know how to handle it. And at the time the guys were teasing me and the only way I could think of to get them off my back was to say that shit to them"

She just shakes her head and I'm desperate for her to believe me

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I never wanted that.", I apologize, "I want you. I love you so much. I miss you so much it's driving me crazy. I'm only happy when I'm with you"

"I don't believe you", she says

"Then believe what you feel", I tell her

Taking her hand, I pull her to me, kissing her, pouring all my love into that kiss

She lets my tongue in her mouth, and I touch mine to hers, chills running down my spine

I drown in her kiss and I don't want to be saved

I kiss her for a few minutes, then we both pull away

I down at her, in her brown eyes, anxiously waiting for her to say something

Her hand moves to the back of my neck, pulling me back for another kiss

I willingly go, gluing my lips to hers, my tongue to hers

Her arms move around my neck, my move around her waist, pulling her against me

The kiss turns heated, both of us moaning softly

Bending down, I pick her up, her legs going around me as I walk to her bedroom

Once inside, I kick the door closed, getting her on her bed

She pulls me on top of her, her hands going under my shirt, fingers running along my back, heating every nerve

We quickly discard each other's clothes until we're both naked

I move in-between her legs, laying on top of her, kissing her again

I never want to stop kissing her

She moves her hips against me, rubbing against my hard on, getting me wet

Fuck, I just want to be with her

Moving my length to her, I push my head in first, then slowly sink into her, inch by inch

I moan in her mouth, feeling her tight pussy open just wide enough for me, hugging me tightly

"Wooyoung", she moans, her body arching into mine when I bury all in

"Oh fuck princess", I groan, feeling her throb hard on me already, drenching me in her creamy juice, "God you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much"

"I missed you Woo", she says softly

Pulling out, I thrust back in, over and over until I get a good pace going

And I'm in fucking heaven

"Fuck princess, you're so good for me. The best for me", I tell her, pressing kisses into her neck

"Woo", she moans and fuck me, I Iove hearing her say my name

"I meant everything I ever said to you baby", I assure her, "Every single word. You are the best, perfect. You're so fucking beautiful, I can't take it. I can't stop staring at you. I swear everything I said was true. You're my perfect everything. I love you"

She moans loudly, her fingers digging into my back as I bury inside her perfect cunt again and again

I go a little harder, going deeper, my head hitting her spot

"Wooyoung!", she cries, pleasure all over her face

"Fuck yes, say my name baby. Fuck I missed hearing my name in you're beautiful voice"

She clenches on my cock hard and after a few more hits to her spot, she screams my name, coming all over my cock

Intense pleasure hits me so hard as I gasp, feeling her orgasm

So fucking good

I missed this so much

"Again", I whisper, fucking her through it and continuing to pound into her

"God, baby", she moans, her hand sliding in the back of my hair, pulling hard

"Don't run from me again baby", I whimper, kissing along her collarbone, "Please baby. I...fuck...I was so fucking devastated when you told me you had a boyfriend. It was torture not seeing you, not hearing your voice, seeing your smile. Please princess, don't disappear again. I want you so bad. I love you"

"I...", she whispers in my ear, "I love you Wooyoung"

My heart explodes in pure joy, smiling against her soft skin

"I want you Woo. I want to be with you"

"You are baby", I assure her, "You're mine"

She nods, holding me tightly against her, "Please Woo, don't hurt me again"

"Never baby", I promise her, "I never will again. I swear. Never"

She nods, "Kiss me"

Lifting my head, I crashed my lips into hers, kissing her deeply

I move my arms on either side of her head, hovering over her, burying inside her at a fast pace, hitting her spot every time

I know everything she likes and I'm going to do it all for her

Make her cum over and over

Make everything up to her

Today and everyday after that

Moving one hand to her breast, I squeeze, moaning in her mouth as I feel how soft it is

How hard her nipple is against my hand

Pinching her nipple, I play with it, roll it around as I fuck her into the bed, feeling her soak me

She's so close, holding my cock in a vice grip

"Cum on my cock baby", I urge her

"Fuck Wooyoung!", she shouts, her body shaking under me, her cunt going crazy on my cock as my brain shuts off from the bliss

Good God, her orgasms never cease to give me so much pleasure

When she finishes, I pull out, laying down and burying my tongue in her pussy, tasting her sweet cum

"Fuck", we both moan, her from the pleasure my tongue is giving her, me from the pleasure of tasting her

"God I missed your cream baby. So fucking good", I praise her, licking around her slit, then moving up between her swollen lips

Taking one of her lips in my mouth, I suck on her, listening to her moans

When I let go, I slide my tongue on her engorged throbbing clit, her screaming getting louder

"Wooyoung! Fuck! Right there!"

Swirling my tongue around her bump in circles, I feel her drench my face and chin

Changing it up, I lick her clit, slowly, teasingly, making sure she feels my entire tongue

"Oh Woo", she whimpers, her hand snaking into my hair

I go at it, flicking her clit with my tongue, drawing circles on her, anything to give her pleasure

I know what she wants and I'm teasing her before I give it to her

My tongue travels slowly down her cunt, circling her hole right before plunging my tongue in

"Oh god!"

Her cunt immediately clenches on tongue, pulsing around it as if it was my cock

Licking up, I slide back in as far as I can

I fuck my tongue into her cunt, relishing in the taste of her, in the spasms around my tongue

God she's so fucking good

I don't stop, burying my tongue in her over and over

"Wooyoung!", she cries, clenching my tongue and covering it in her delicious sweet cream

Moaning loudly, I swallow all her cum, letting her ride her orgasm on my tongue while she cums in my mouth

When she finishes, I clean up her hole then immediately wrap my lips around her clit, sucking like my life depends on it

She screams, pulling my hair hard, making me moan

I live for her pulling my hair

It turns me on so fucking much

It should hurt but it doesn't, it just gets me going

I slide two fingers inside her, pulling them in and out of her wet warm pulsing cunt, making sure my fingers press right into her spot

"Woo baby, yes, fuck yes", she cries, "Right there baby"

"Fuck baby, I fucking love eating this pussy", I moan, licking and sucking her clit while I massage her spot, "Best pussy I ever tasted"

"Don't stop Woo. I'm gonna cum", she cries, "Wooyoung I'm gonna cum"

Her cunt tightens on my fingers as she screams my name, coming hard, her body arching so prettily

Pulling my fingers out, I lick around her slit, swallowing over and over

When I finish that, I suck her off my fingers, reveling in her taste

Taking her hands, I pull her up, while I lie down

"Ride me princess"

"You don't want me to suck your dick?", she ask innocently, biting her lip

Fuck me, I do want that, but I want to be inside her more

"I do but right now I want to watch you bouncing on my cock", I tell her, "My cock hurts so much princess and I need to be inside you"

"Mmm yeah?", she teases, slowly climbing on me

She moves my cock, laying it on my stomach, sitting on me

"My baby boy wants to be inside me?", she asks, sliding her wet cunt along my shaft, her hands on my shoulders

"Oh fuck", I moan

"Feels good?", she asks, moving faster along my length, leaving the underside of my cock a creamy wet fucking mess

I nod my head quickly, my fingers pressing into her hips

She moves one hand in my hair, pushing the sweaty strands off my face, "My Woo likes getting his cock massaged?"

"Yes", I whine

"With my pussy?"

"Fuck yes. Oh god fucking hell, yes I love it"

I can't take the pleasure, it's so good and I'm ready to fucking blow

"Please baby", I struggle to say, watching her swollen lips move along my dick, "I....I wanna cum inside. Please let me"

"Whatever my baby wants", she says, kissing me so softly

When she slides up to my head, she wiggles around, getting it inside her

Then she slips down my cock, her ass slapping against my thighs

"Good damn", she cries, "How does your cock always feel so good Woo?"

Literally I have no idea but I definitely can say the same for her

Her cunt wrapped tightly around me is fucking heaven

"Always fills me perfectly", she moans, her eyes closed, leaning on my abs as she circles her hips, rubbing her spot on my head, her perfect pussy throbbing hard around me, "Fuck seriously, no other cock has ever filled me perfectly"

"Princess is you think any other pussy wraps around me so perfectly, takes me so perfectly then your insane", I answer, "You fell the fucking best and I live for having my cock inside you"

She bounces once, smirking, "Is that all? You just like your cock inside me?"

"No baby", I groan, feeling her bounce again, taking my whole cock inside her, "I love you. Everything about you. I love spending time with you baby. Without sex. I want to do that more. After tonight"

She smiles genuinely, nodding, "Yeah Woo. I want that too"

"Good baby", I smile

She nods, leaning over, kissing me again and I return the kiss eagerly

"Lets get you coming inside me", she whispers in my ear when the kiss ends, "Fill me up so I'm full of your hot cum"

"Yes baby, please", I whine

Sitting up, she moves fast and hard on me, taking my cock deep inside her with each slam

"Oh fuck princess", I yell, stars exploding in my vision from the pure pleasure

She rides me so fucking hard, her body full of sweat, her face in so much pleasure

My beautiful princess

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung!", she cries, her cunt spasming rapidly

"Cum baby. You pussy wants to", I moan, helping her move up and down my length, "Cum and I'll fill you up princess"

"Yes Woo", she moans, falling apart on my cock

The ecstasy takes over and I scream her name as I cum the hardest I ever had in my life

"Stay on my cock! Stay on my cock princess", I yell, stopping her from bouncing and holding her down on me, "Please stay and cum on my cock"

She leans back, her nails digging into my thighs, both of us screaming each other's names as we both orgasm

Oh fuck, her cunt sucking on my cock is the best fucking thing ever, prolonging the pleasure

I don't want it to end

Of course it does and when it's over, I pull her right on top of me, cuddling her and kissing her all over her face

She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding me tightly

Rolling us over, I lean my head on one hand, looking down at her

She smiles at me and I softly touch her cheek, feeling all the love I have for her

"My baby. I love you so much"

"I love you Woo. More than anything"

And she'll never know how grateful I am that she still loves me

I'll show her every single day how much I love her

"Promise you won't disappear from me again? I don't think I could take it again", I whisper, "I missed you so fucking much you don't even know Jo"

"I do know Woo", she says, touching my cheek too, "I missed you the same. It was so hard not to see you. It hurt so much to think that you were....with Ara. I thought you....we're happy with her"

I shake my head, "I told you princess, I can't be happy with anyone who's not you. You make me happy. So fucking happy"

"You make me so happy Woo. You always did"

"I'm glad baby. I want to make you happy. I promise I'll make you happy"

She nods, "I know Woo. And I promise I'll make you happy"

"I know baby", I tell her, kissing her soft lips again

After, she cuddles into me as close as she can and I love every fucking second

"Tired baby?", I ask, hugging her tightly

She nods, "You wore me out Woo"

I laugh, "Yeah you did as well to me too princess"

"So sleep now?", she asks

"Sleep", I confirm and both of us settle in for the night

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"Noodle, this is Wooyoung", she says to the pitbull the next morning

I stand there and I have to admit, I'm scared

The dog is freaking huge for a four month old and the fucking jaws on this thing are massive

When we woke up, I got up to go to the bathroom but when I opened the door, the dog was sitting right there

I shrieked like a girl while she died laughing on the bed

She commanded the dog to stay in the living room and I ran to the bathroom the ran back to her room

Now we're in the living room and she's telling me that this massive dog is very friendly and playful unless she gives an attack command

Apparently she's still training him

Oh it's a boy

"Woo, this is Noodle"

I wave stupidly at the dog, who just sits there, eyeing me

"How uh did you pick that name?"

She shrugs, "I wanted something silly for a big dog. To take some fear away"

Well it's not working

I'm still scared

"Wanna pet him?"

"I...uh.....I...."

"C'mon baby. You're my boyfriend now and you're gonna have to see Noodle more often now"

She's right but shit I don't want the dog to bite my hand off

She kneels on the floor calling Noodle to her

Noodle immediately runs to her, jumping on her, licking her face while she laughs and pets him

"Good boy", she smiles, "Such a good boy"

"I thought I was your good boy", I say, then realize what I said, my face on fire

She just smirks up at me, reaching up and taking my hand, "You are baby. I want my good boy to meet my other good doggy boy"

Then she pulls on my hand, dragging me down next to her

"Stay", she says to Noodle

To me she says, "Sit with your legs crossed"

I do, my hand shaking a little in hers

"Don't be scared", she tells me soothingly, "Noodle won't hurt you baby. I promise. Just let him smell you ok? If he jumps on you don't get scared. He's still a puppy and that's how he plays"

This dog is still a puppy?

"Ok Woo?"

I nod and she gives me a kiss to my cheek

"Noodle come"

Noodle comes closer to me and when he gets right in front of me she says, "Sit" and he does

She holds out our hands to Noodle, my hand on top

Noodle comes closer, his wet nose on my hand, sniffing

Noodle then continues sniffing up my arm

When she moves away Noodle walks around me, sniffing, his nose in my hair and I try so hard to stay still

I hear her soothing voice talking to me to keep me calm

Noodle gets back in front of me, his nose against my cheek

Suddenly I feel my cheek get so wet

He licked me

Noodle comes in my lap, continuing to lick me, knocking me down

She's giggling while Noodle continues to give me kisses all over my face

This can't be good for my skin

"Noodle, off baby", she says and he immediately moves off me

"Oh baby", she laughs, helping me sit up, "He likes you"

"Great", I say, wiping my face

At least he won't attack me

"Pet him", she says, "Just hold out your hand and he'll come to you"

"I don't think I need more kisses"

"He won't baby. I'll stop him if he does"

Well ok

Holding my hand out, Noodle comes closer, putting his head under my hand, nuzzling into my hand

I just smile and run my hand over his head, his tongue hanging out as he pants

Yeah ok he's really cute when I'm not terrified of him

After awhile, I tell her I need to wash my face and she goes with Noodle to the kitchen to feed him

After I wash my face, I head to the kitchen, and I hear her talking

"He loves dogs Noodle. I know when he gets more comfortable he's gonna play with you all the time. I think he's just used to small dogs and you're a big boy. But he'll love you like I love you"

I just smile to myself at her ultimate adorableness while she talks to her dog

Walking in, she looks up at me from her place next to Noodle, who's eating

Getting to her, I hold my hands out

She puts hers in mine and I pull her up

"I already love Noodle baby. I'm not scared anymore. He's adorable"

"Really?"

I nod, "Really baby"

Moving into my arms, she hugs me tightly and I hug her back just as hard

"Princess, I have a performance tonight-"

"And you have to go", she finishes, "Practice and getting ready right?"

I nod

"Ok Woo. I'll let you out-"

"Actually, I want you to come with me"

She looks up me, her eyebrow raised, "You do?"

I nod, "I do. I want you with me from now on as much as you can be"

"But what about the media, ATINY and the guys?"

"Well I figure you can get to know the guys as they're kinda a bigger deal in my life. And I'll do everything to protect you from the media right now. And the media and ATINY don't have to know about us just yet. Is it ok if it's just me and you for awhile?"

She moves her arms around my neck, smiling, "I'd like for it to just be me and you baby. For as long as we can"

I'm relieved to hear her say that

I don't want to share her with everyone right now

Not yet

The guys I have to, but not with anyone else

"Yeah baby. I want that too", I agree

She leans up, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss and I'm happy

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"C'mon princess, don't be shy", I say, pulling her behind me, "You've met the guys before"

"Yeah but now I know some of them think I'm loser and a dork"

Right, I forgot about that

"Don't worry baby, I'll tell them off for that later"

"Don't Woo. Just forget it"

I stood walking and turn to face her, "No baby. I'm going to tell them why I said that shit. And once they get to know you, they'll see what they thought was complete untrue. I promise"

She blushes, "Ok baby. If you say so"

"I do", I smile at her, "So c'mon"

Putting my arm around her waist, I lead her into the dressing room

"It's about ti-", Hongjoong says, his voice trailing off, "Hey Jo. I didn't know you were coming. Haven't seen you in awhile"

"Hi Hongjoong", she answers nervously

"It's ok baby. Don't be nervous", I tell her, kissing her temple

"Did you just kiss her?", Seonghwa gapes

"Yeah", I answer, leading her to a couch

We sit down and I keep my arm around her, holding her hand with my free one

"So....what's going on?", San asks

"Oh, she's my girlfriend now", I answer nonchalantly

"Uh what?", Yunho squeaks

"Didn't you say-", Yeosang starts but I cut him off

"I lied. Everything I said was a lie. You were all on my back about her and I lied to get you off of it", I tell them, "The truth is I love her. I loved her then when I said all that stupid shit and I still love her. The only difference is that now we're together"

"And she loves you?", Mingi asks

"Yes", she answers, "Very much. I uh loved him for long time"

I smile, kissing her cheek, making her blush

I love making her blush, it's adorable

I notice that Jongho isn't saying anything

I know I have to talk to him about this

I didn't know he liked her before and he didn't know I loved her

I feel like I should explain to him and hope he understands

The guys all continue with the conversations they had before while her and I just sit together in comfortable silence, waiting for me to be called for makeup

"I love you", she whispers

"I love you", I whisper, holding her tightly and loving the cuddles she giving me

And I get so excited knowing that her cuddles are something I will always be able to have

Her cuddles and her love

Her

My perfect princess

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