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evangelicgrl · 3 days ago

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hcs + mini scenarios: saja boys as yanderes

they say “love can be too much”, but when you’re talking about literal demons from hell, the lines begin to blur. (un)fortunately for you, you’re the special recipient of their monstrous desires. will you resist or give in?

warnings: MDNI. contains general yandere themes (possessive and obsessive behavior, freaky behavior, stalking, killing, manipulation, etc.) however, i’m fond of “soft yanderes” the most so that’s what you’ll be seeing here, meaning none of them force reader to do anything against their will.

wc: 3,220

jinu

after being consumed by his guilt and shame for four centuries, he has already come to terms with his demonic nature despite the torment being never-ending, slowly eating away at the last flickers of his soul. it doesn’t matter anymore, he only needs you to share his pain with. if not you, then there is no one else. you’re irreplaceable in his eyes.

he’s highly methodical when it comes to executing his plans. being in control means less mistakes, and less mistakes mean less shame. jinu is prudent, he bargains his way through everything with cunning schemes and flowery words; he won’t do anything that won’t benefit the both of you. in the end, he subjects himself to further damnation by convincing himself you will be his salvation. it’s a vicious cycle he’s not willing to break.

with most people he’s standoffish and unapproachable—cocky even. he would be aloof, and he will make it known that he is a tough nut to crack. he won’t give anyone chances to distract him from pursuing you. when it comes to you though, it’s a whole other story. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he folds for you. he puts you on a high pedestal, thinking you’re above everyone else, including himself. if you tease him about it he won’t deny it nor get mad at you, he’ll only get pouty.

overcompensating for his past mistakes, jinu would always want to do everything in his power to provide for your needs. want him to wash the dishes? they’re squeaky clean before you can say anything. want him to cook for you? you don’t even have to ask, just tell him you’re hungry and he’ll deal with the rest! you need him to beat someone up in your stead? say no more, darling! he doesn’t ever stop to think whether you’re in the right or wrong because he doesn’t care.

for a while, being in a relationship with him will almost look normal, that is until you notice some of your items going missing, him insisting to have a cctv installed inside your bedroom for “protection” or whatever, him sticking close only to you while being wary of everyone else, and some blood stains appearing on his clothes here and there that he always insists were minor injuries he got from touring with the saja boys.

“this is the third time we’ve installed another cctv, jinu. i think our home's secure enough, don’t you think?” you raised an eyebrow, nudging the raven-haired man’s side. jinu hummed, not paying any mind to what you’ve just said. how can he, when he feels everything is right when you’re near? he tightened his hold around your waist, hiding his face on the crook of your neck.

jinu breathes in your smell. god, you’re so intoxicating; he wants to crawl inside you and never leave.

“i know, but i don’t want anything to happen to you while i’m on tour with the saja boys; i worry about you a lot,” he whispers. he begins peppering kisses on your bare skin slowly; you shivered at the sensation. “fine, but this is the last one, alright?” you almost stuttered, your face heating up from his ministrations.

“of course, my love.” he considers the thought of marking you up with his sharp canines right here, right now, but he immediately disregards the thought.

he won’t do anything that will make you hate him, he’s lost far too much for him to mess this relationship up now. as for his obsessive monitoring of your everyday life and your coworkers who were too friendly with you winding up dead mysteriously… well, ignorance is bliss, right?

abby

abby is pretty flexible and adaptable. it doesn’t take him long to get used to new environments like the human world. being able to find shortcuts for a speedy escape route easily works to his advantage if he messes up a murder. sure, he can be quite an airhead sometimes, but he’s not that stupid. he gets his way around problems with his fists first, so as long as he doesn’t encounter complicated people—demons—like jinu, he’ll be fine.

he’s quite violent, and his muscles are put to good use when it comes to bashing heads in; he’s pleased by this fact, they’re not sturdy-looking for nothing! abby can snap most things in half just from sheer strength alone. with that being said, while abby is brash, he’s not entirely careless. he knows how to control himself like exerting the right force when he’s holding something and breaking someone’s neck.

no matter what you look like and whether or not you’re physically stronger than him, they won’t matter to abby. in his head you’re someone special to him, therefore he treats you gently like glass. god forbid he accidentally breaks a bone or two in your body, because he won’t ever forgive himself for it. while he’s proud of his muscles, he’s surprisingly self conscious about his strength at times, especially when he’s with you. he’s aware enough that a demon’s physique is far superior than a human’s.

ironically enough, he’s a physically affectionate guy. he wants to be close to you at all times, touching or holding you in some way both in public and in private. he doesn’t really care if people around him are bothered by the pda, your opinion is the only thing he holds in high regard. if you don’t tell him to behave, then he won’t have any qualms draping his body all over yours while you’re out and about.

abby is also extremely protective, he gives little thought to how other people and demons alike perceive you, which means he deems anyone that stares too long at you a threat. his cleanups after a particular murderous streak are sloppy, but he tries his best since he doesn’t want you to find out. additionally, nobody will be spared once he’s done dealing with the imbeciles who thought they could get away with disrespecting you. you never asked him to be one, but he sees himself as your knight in shining abs anyway.

“i’ve heard from my friend the creep around our area got their head bashed in to the point they became unrecognizable,” you recounted to abby, whose focus is entirely on lifting weights twice the size of his arms.

“oh yeah?” he replied in a disinterested manner, clearly he couldn’t give less of a shit about that bastard; he’d gladly do it again if given the chance.

serves them right for attempting to assault you.

“if i’m being honest, whoever the perpetrator was, they did us all a favor,” you sighed in relief. he smiles. good, you’re happy. if only you knew he did it all for you.

“agreed.” abby figured a curt response was enough to not give him away. he might not be smart in all the right ways like a certain raven-haired demon was, but he always tries his best to watch what he says in front of you. if you believe abby is a cocky yet sweet musclehead who can do no wrong, then he’d be happy to keep up the illusion for you.

you don’t need to know about his true nature right now, that can wait.

romance

he’s the most obsessive one out of the bunch, which is unsurprising given his namesake. rather than monopolizing your attention and going after others who do, he spends most of his time thinking about you and finding more information about you. it’s a miracle you’ve never caught him in the act once. in his opinion, even though he’s not the brightest, he still knows his way around whenever he stalks you, which is an everyday occurrence.

everything you say, do, and give attention to, romance is instantly filing them all away in his sick head. after all, if he knows everything about you, then you won’t ever feel the need to throw him away and replace him with a good for nothing human. he might have not told you that he’s a demon yet, but when he treats you so right, surely you’ll accept him? he hopes you do; he really, really does. his whole life revolves around you at this point that if you reject him, he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

it’s fitting for someone like him, a nameless demon who can only recall vague memories of his past life; it’s alright, he doesn’t care one bit at all. why live in the past when he can live in the present? after all, you’re the one who gives his eternal suffering meaning. the reason he became “romance saja” was to come into your life and for you to come into his, that he’s sure of now. he wholeheartedly believes you’re his soulmate.

romance appears suave and calm in front of you, sweeping you off your feet with flirtatious remarks. internally though, all he wants is for you to take charge of his every action and make him bend to your will; salivating at the thought, it’s basically his number one fantasy. other demons might call him pathetic for submitting to a human, but he knows they’re wrong. he won’t do it for all humans, only you. you’re different from the rest.

while he’s relatively harmless, he’s still a demon, making him highly destructive when he’s feeling emotional. if push comes to shove, he won’t hesitate to tear out someone’s throat open. once it reaches this point, then it means he’s been pushed to the brink of insanity. he would be blinded by his rage so much so he might not even realize he did something heinous until he recovers and calms down. be careful with how you treat him, you wouldn’t want his hidden jagged edges to come out.

“romance, you did pretty great during your photoshoot! i bet the fans would love it!” your eyes twinkled, smiling at him brightly. romance smiles unsurely, then tilts his head in confusion. “the fans? but i did it for you since you’re into that designer brand, right?”

he hums and twirls you around, his lovesick gaze becoming apparent. “you’re right, but the fans are much more important.” you laugh. his eyes darkened.

“no, they’re not.”

“huh?” you blink. what was that?

you don’t know if it was just your imagination, but you could’ve sworn his eyes flashed yellow for a second. you shake your head and sigh, maybe it’s the stress getting to you now.

“i mean, compared to the fans, you’re still my darling beloved. naturally, your opinion matters to me the most.” his hands settle on your waist as he pulls you in and leans his forehead on your own. “so, do you like it or not?”

“of course i do! don’t be silly, romance.” you chuckled, tweaking his nose playfully. he sighed as he pulls you closer to him.

everything he does is for your approval, he hopes you won’t forget that.

mystery

to this day, nobody can get a good read of his overall personality; the fact that he opts to hide half of his face doesn’t help either. he leans into his demonic instincts more compared to the rest, seeing no reason to pretend he could act like a human again when he’s anything but. because of this, he’s easily the most feral guy of the group, making him highly indecipherable. he navigates his way around his environment with quick, silent precision akin to a predator studying its prey.

don’t be fooled by his looks and seemingly placid demeanor, he’s freaky and would most likely be the type to dig around in your dirty laundry to sniff and lick your used clothes and undergarments; he feels invigorated doing this, it reminds him that deep inside his undead body, he can still feel. and because he doesn’t express himself half of the time, he relies on your emotions to gauge his options and do what he feels would make you be the least upset with him.

with you, mystery learns to have some semblance of control over himself. however, there are times when he can’t reel it in, so if he growls at someone getting too close to you, just tell him off and he’ll snap out of it. while he mutters a string of apologies, take this time to pet his head and reward him for a job well done in order for him to really remember what you want from him. to an extent, you can condition him to do your bidding if you’re determined enough to do so.

despite this, he’s highly possessive of you. if your family and friends are the type of people who hog you all to themselves, they would be in danger with him around. regardless of your relationships with other people, he doesn’t take too kindly to scum taking away what is his. mystery may not hurt you in any way, but the others are free game to him. simply eating their souls will not be enough, he’s brutal and would often prolong torturing people and/or demons if he despised them enough.

he goes to extreme lengths to show you he doesn’t mean any harm to you. more often than not, he likes showing off his qualities he thinks you appreciate the best; compliments can go a long way with him. your praise and your smiles directed at him repeating in his mind's eye like a mantra he never wants to end. before you, he never cared for anyone else, but now that you’re here, the love he has for you makes his nonexistent dead heart threaten to burst out of his chest. he's animalistic in a lot of ways, but even then he’s still considerate with your needs if you just forget the fact he likes stealing your underwear.

“stay away from them before you regret it,” mystery warned the person before him. his posture is rigid as he stares them down with a menacing aura, not backing out from the confrontation. “hey, hey! mystery! what did i say about threatening other people?!” you pulled him aside and reprimanded him. the other person could only blink in bewilderment before scurrying off to who knows where.

you imagined a pair of puppy ears appear on his head when he frowned and dipped his head in shame.

“sorry…” he whispers, if it weren’t for the fact that this café is sparse right now, you wouldn’t have heard him, and to be put into this position is embarrassing enough as is. “whatever, let’s just go home. i lost my appetite anyway,” you mumble.

mystery observes your facial expression under his bangs, the gears creaking and turning inside his head. he’s really done it, huh? well then, he just needs to make it up to you once you’re home.

he stares at your plump limps intently, feeling somewhat excited to make you sing praises for him again while he worships your body.

baby

on one hand, baby is bratty, mean, and everything in between; he’s evil incarnate with someone who isn’t you. on the other hand, he’s angelic and caring with you. the duality of his personality never fails to astound the others around him. being a master of deception, he can be quite unpredictable and hard to read, always hiding his devious tricks with a bright smile and an “innocent” gaze. you’re lucky he loves you, because the ones he hates aren’t so lucky. the fact that they crossed paths with him to begin with already sealed their fates.

he absolutely adores being spoiled by you; he would play up his charm to 1000% if it meant he gets to be the little spoon during your cuddling sessions for a while longer. your warmth enveloping him comforts him, and he would kill for this very same comfort if he feels it’s getting threatened by an outside force. he’s also possessive, but not to the extent that mystery is. he knows how to be mindful and play his cards right. if he needs to paint the others as bad people in your eyes to make him look good in return then so be it.

with that being said, baby is not entirely opposed to the idea of spoiling you instead. he finds it comes easier to him whenever you’re put in a state where you have no choice but to rely on someone’s help, such as being ill and bedridden or being drunk out of your mind. during these times, he coos into your ear and tells you he’ll never allow anyone other than him to take care of you since he knows you the best, and it’s true! his long record of stalking you proves that!

you’ll never have a dull day with him, somehow he always makes you do either creative or outlandish things, of course given that doing them won’t harm you. he thinks he’ll shrivel up and die if he accidentally gives you a paper cut while folding paper cranes for fun. he’ll offer to let you slice his skin with the same paper too "to make it even” because he’s simply weird like that. it doesn’t matter whether you indulge his odd requests or not, he will keep asking something similar anyway whenever he accidentally hurts you.

baby is extremely cruel, but he’s efficient with his murders, choosing to take the fastest route possible. he doesn’t want to spend any more time than necessary looking at his victims’ disgusting and ugly faces while the light in their eyes fades away. the satisfaction he feels from killing people is only fleeting, and before he knows it, he’s immediately cleaning up after himself so he can go back in your arms as soon as possible. you’re the only one that matters to him in this world!

“baby! i bought ice cream from the store!” closing the front door behind you, you slipped off your shoes and began trudging in the living room. not a second later, a blur of blue zooms towards you, engulfing you in a bear hug. “yay! welcome back, sweetie!” his cheers were muffled by your clothes seeing as he buried his face in them.

you laugh at his antics, bringing a hand up to brush his bangs away from his face. in response, he looks up at you in a daze.

“okay, let’s get this bad boy in the freezer before it melts.”

“aye, aye! captain!” he jokingly salutes before helping you carry the other things you brought along with you. but then he stops in his tracks, his gaze falling on the scratch on your hand. it was light enough to not be seen by the human eye, but unfortunately he’s a demon.

and demons have sharper senses.

“where did you get that?” you look down to your hand, and you chuckle. “oh, this?” he slowly nodded. “i accidentally grazed a sharp object at work today. it’s nothing serious, don’t worry.”

“i see!” and just like that, he’s back to his cheerful self. you didn’t know it yet, but he promised to himself to keep a closer eye on you from now on so he can pay a visit to the home of the person who thought leaving a sharp object around near you was a good idea.

he can hardly wait to meet them!

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paarksunghoon · 2 days ago

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resignation (9)

SUMMARY: For the last six years, you’ve dedicated your career to ensuring Park Sunghoon never misses a day of work in his life. But you’re tired of endless days that seem to blend together, and seeing him living his fun, luxurious lifestyle makes you think about what else you might be missing out on. When Sunghoon finds your resignation letter on his desk, he does everything in his power to convince you to stay.

NOTES: life & summer got in the way, so enjoy this extensive chapter x

(unedited, so...typos)

WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, 69, chest-obsessed hoon, fingering.

SERIES PLAYLIST + SERIES MASTERLIST

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When you wake up, it takes you a minute to realize you’re sleeping next to Sunghoon.

Much like the first night you awoke in his guest bedroom, your panic subsides when you remember where you are. You blink slowly to grow accustomed to the morning light and look beside you to see a sleeping, naked Sunghoon.

Your mind replays memories of the night prior and you start to blush all over again. It feels right to describe it like a night of passion. For as cheesy as that is, years of pent up sexual tension finally exploded in this bedroom.

You’ve never seen Sunghoon look so peaceful before. His eyelashes look unfairly long against his cheeks and he snores quietly. You sit up on your elbow and peer at him below, taking in his quiet demeanor amidst the stillness of the room. He doesn’t feel like your boss right now. He feels like a lover.

His chest anchors against the mattress with his face turned towards you, and you try not to reach your hand out to touch him. Sunghoon radiates warmth, even from the distance you put between your bodies. You’re still naked and push the sheets over your chest to give you some sort of dignity, but something tells you that isn’t necessary.

Is it normal to feel so…calm?

There’s no sense of dread about going into work and inevitably facing a million emails from people you don’t care about. You move on autopilot most days, running through the same routine to the point where you grow tired of it. But here, in Sunghoon’s vacation home, you feel more relaxed than you have since working with him.

It’s weird and unsettling. You don’t scramble for your phone—did you even charge it last night?—nor do you push yourself to do something with your day to avoid feeling the endless doom of the incoming week. Something about seeing Sunghoon breathing peacefully beside you puts you at ease, and that thought alone makes you a bit nervous. It’s hard enough that you aren’t the type of person to fall for everyone you meet. Even harder when you’re in love with someone who might not feel the same way. What a recipe for disaster.

As if he hears your loud thoughts, Sunghoon opens his eyes and sees you looking down at him.

“You like watching me sleep?” You shove Sunghoon at his bicep but he merely chuckles and turns on his back to look at you. You try not to blush too much at his shirtless nature and sculpted body.

“Nothing to look at.”

“Right.”

You’re lying, clearly. His morning voice is deep and raspy, unlike anything you’ve ever heard before. He blinks at you with those sleepy eyes after putting your body through the mattress for hours on end. Sunghoon looks painfully normal like this.

“How long have you been awake?” Sunghoon asks, reaching for your hand before putting it on his chest. You feel how warm his body is.

“Not long.” Your fingers start to trace on his skin. “Forgot where I was for a second, though.”

“Mm,” he hums. “You forgot how I fucked you so good you came screaming every time?”

“Sunghoon.” You bury your head in his chest and feel him laugh from your hiding spot. Sunghoon wraps an arm around you loosely and pulls you closer to him.

“Can’t handle the truth, can you? What happened to my headstrong girl?”

“You’re such an asshole, Park.”

“Your asshole, no?”

Your heart flutters.

“Keep teasing me and you won’t be,” you say, looking up at him. He smirks and closes the gap, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

“We’ll see about that. Although, you should know I haven’t had a good night’s sleep like that in weeks.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, baby. You have a magical pussy, or something.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious.” He lifts himself off of the bed until you’re lying back on his mattress, staring up at his deep brown eyes. Sunghoon’s lips quirk into a smirk when his hand disappears underneath the covers and lands on your bare core. “Fuck. Still as good as I remember.”

You open your legs and welcome the intrusion. His fingertips dance along your folds and you look up at him with a somewhat mischievous grin on your face. Sunghoon brings his hand up to his mouth, sticks his tongue out to lick the pad of his fingers, then puts it back onto your cunt.

Sunghoon inserts his middle finger and is pleasantly surprised to find you as wet as you are. He breathes heavily and supports his body on his elbow to get a better angle. He moves his hand at a slower pace, feeling every drag of your walls as he pushes himself in and out of you.

“Pretty baby.” The compliment comes out of nowhere and he kisses you right after. It’s tender and warm, but hot and sensual at the same time.

Somewhere along the way, you take initiative and reach out to his lap. He’s already half-hard by the time you touch him, and he groans into your mouth when you wrap your hand around his dick. Swiping your thumb against his slit brings out a deep moan within him, and Sunghoon plunges his finger into you even deeper.

He grows harder in your hand by the minute. The two of you are barely kissing at this rate. Sunghoon’s added another finger into your wet cunt and you focus on hearing just how much you’re splashing against his palm while stroking him, using the precum that’s oozing out to make him wet too. Your lips are just touching. You can feel his uneven breaths when you tug on his cock and twist your wrist, and Sunghoon keeps a steady gaze on you when you squeeze his base.

Sunghoon mutters a quiet fuck and your heart swells with pride. When it comes to your professional life, it seems difficult to get a positive reaction out of him unless you go above and beyond. But when it’s just the two of you in his bedroom, Sunghoon praises you like it gets him off too.

His precum leaks from his tip and you use your hand to coat it around him. Your palm feels his warm, throbbing dick that pulsates every time you twist your wrist. Sunghoon’s fingers falter every now and then. It feels like a victory to have him let his guard down. Although your day job is to take care of him, you find that Sunghoon seldom allows you to actually do it.

“Let me take care of you.”

You whisper it against his lips so tenderly that Sunghoon pulls away and looks down at you like he’s trying to decipher a difficult riddle. His fingers pause inside of you.

“Me? Don’t you do that enough?”

You roll your eyes and pull your hips from his hand. Sunghoon watches you with a curious arch to his brow as you maneuver onto the bed and move yourself between his legs as he spreads them apart. You pull the sheets off him, not caring that you’re naked too, and drink him in like you’re seeing him for the first time.

His dick stands tall and proud. It felt so big inside of you last night. The thought of putting it in your mouth and sucking the soul out of him makes you clench around absolutely nothing and you feel no shame for it.

You don’t look at Sunghoon directly, but you know he’s looking at you. His gaze is somewhere between watchful and lazy. It’s a perfect combination of curiosity and expectation, especially when you lay your chest down onto his mattress and wrap both hands around his base. Sunghoon flexes his thighs and breathes like he’s willing himself to calm down.

You kiss his tip first and savor the salty taste of his precum before moving your lips to put gentle kisses all over him. You don’t know what compels you to be as gentle as you are. Perhaps it’s the morning sunlight and the quiet of the neighborhood that’s making you feel this way. It’s unlike the loud, bustling city that Seoul is. There’s no expectation to hurry and get started on your day. There’s just Sunghoon.

He hums when you wrap your lips around the head and suck on it. Sunghoon’s hands clench beside him like he’s trying to get a grasp on reality, especially when your tongue swirls around it. You let your spit collect until it’s nearly spilling out of your mouth before pushing another couple of inches into your mouth and suck. That elicits a gasp from Sunghoon, who pushes his hands deep into the mattress.

Like he’s done with you before, you reach for his hand and pry his finger away from his palm. He opens his eyes and looks down at your hand as your mouth works on his cock and immediately laces his fingers with your own. You’re still surprised at how they’re so soft. Sunghoon must take good care of himself.

With your other free hand, you grab his balls and gently squeeze them as you rise to push yourself down on his dick. Your throat constricts around his girth and you don’t pay any attention to the spit that falls from the both corners of your mouth. It adds lubrication and you ignore every uncomfortable sensation to fit even more of him.

Sunghoon makes the most gorgeous noises. His deep voice echo throughout the room and his chiseled chest makes him look like a supermodel who stepped out of a fashion magazine. He’s gorgeous in every sense of the word and the fact that he isn’t afraid to moan in front of you makes him that much hotter. Sunghoon lets his pleasure do the talking and doesn’t disrupt your ministrations to get him off faster. You like that he’s letting you take control.

Eventually, you pull him out of your mouth to catch your breath and focus on pumping his cock while your mouth travels down to his balls. He moans even louder when you massage them with your tongue and switch them in and out of your mouth. The noises he makes are unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him. Sunghoon sounds pained and pleasured at the same time, almost like he’s been waiting to feel this good his entire life.

“Shit, baby,” he says finally after regaining his composure. The hand that isn’t holding yours grabs your hair into a messy ponytail and you put your mouth back around his cock.

Sunghoon doesn’t have to say anything else. With the way his thighs clench and how he grits his teeth while grunting, you know he’s close to his orgasm. He doesn’t push your head until you move it up and down his shaft, and you feel him grip onto your hair tighter. It makes you moan around his dick and he rewards you by emitting the deepest, sexiest sound you’ve ever heard from him. He pulls and pushes you down on his cock until he’s spurting his come right down your throat.

It’s a welcomed sensation, but only because it’s Sunghoon. You don’t fight his hot seed, nor do you try to pull your head away from him. His grip on your stills and keeps you right where he wants you. You do your best to swallow every drop without choking on it and breathe through your nose to avoid coughing it up. Some of it spills from your mouth and you desperately chase it when he lets go of your hair. You don’t even feel embarrassed to lick up all of him that escaped your throat and you don’t notice Sunghoon looking down at you like he can’t believe you let him do that.

When you sit up, Sunghoon immediately pulls you to him and kisses you. He doesn’t seem to care that he can taste himself on your mouth, and that makes you that much wetter. His cock, still hard even after coming to an orgasm just a minute prior, prods at your bare hole when you situate yourself on his lap.

“You’re perfect,” Sunghoon mutters through sloppy, wet kisses. “My perfect girl.”

“I give pretty good head, don’t I?”

He gently smacks the side of your thigh. “You like teasin’ me, baby?”

“Maybe.” You giggle against his mouth and he grins, pecking you once.

“Mm. Won’t argue with you because that mouth of yours just made me come.”

Even after having his dick in your mouth, his boldness still makes you shy. You look at him and bite your lip before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and digging your head into the crook of his neck. He laughs and you feel that vibrate along his naked chest. Sunghoon merely pulls you away from him and strokes the side of your face to push the hair from your eyes.

“You’re so cute,” he coos. “Such a shy little thing when I have you in my bed.”

“Total bitch when I’m in the office though, am I right?”

His grin widens. “Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t have it any other way. You don’t want to know how many boners I’ve dealt when you rip me a new one.”

“You’re so weird.” His hot cock rests under your slit and Sunghoon can feel you aching against him. He lifts your lap up to position his tip against your hole and allows you to slowly sink onto him at your own pace until you’re fully seated on his lap.

“Fuck,” you moan while his fingers caress your back as you slowly ride him. “So big.”

Sunghoon looks up at you with dazed eyes like he just might love you. That smile he gives you makes your heart flutter.

“You have the most perfect pussy.”

That makes your face hot.

“Hoon…”

“Hoon,” he moans, eyes closing shut for just a brief second while his mouth warps into a lazy smile. “Call me that again.”

“Hoon?”

“Again.”

He pushes you down on his cock and pushes into your lap until it reaches your depths.

“Hoon!”

You yelp when he pulls your body down to his chest and brace yourself by flattening your palms on his chest and the mattress. Sunghoon’s hips drill right into yours at lightning speed. His tip hits the very spot he’s been managing to find this entire weekend and you feel completely limp against him. Every time you try to position yourself upright, Sunghoon tightens his grip around you while bending his legs to push into you at a deeper angle.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way he feels inside of you. His skin is warm and sticky from the friction and his muscles are so hard underneath your grip. With one hand on his chest and the other on his bicep, your nails dig into his skin and you hear Sunghoon hiss at the pain throughout his moans. He doesn’t say anything, though. In fact, knowing how hard you’re clinging onto him turns him on even more.

The room might as well be the scene of a pornography video with the way the two of you are moaning. Nobody’s ever pulled these kinds of sounds out of you and when you think about all of the women Sunghoon has slept with, you wonder if he’s ever fucked them as hard as he’s fucking you.

Temporary jealousy takes over and that little pang in your chest makes you grab his jaw between your hands to kiss him hard. Teeth and tongue clash everywhere as Sunghoon responds immediately, mouth pushing against yours in a heated fury. You orgasm around him when he hits your sweet spot and he feels you moan right into his mouth. Sunghoon drinks it right up and uses his hands to pull your chest right against him as he finishes inside of you too.

You don’t know what you’re a fan of more: the long, drawn out bedroom sessions or quick morning sex. Sunghoon still manages to leave you satisfied in a fraction of the time compared to the night before. He basks in your glory, hair sticking to his forehead and the sheen of sweat covering his naked body. Sunghoon watches as you look at him all over before you bite your lip and bend down to kiss him tenderly.

Unlike the fast pace from moments before, Sunghoon accepts the slow kiss and keeps his hold on you with a feather-like touch. He caresses your spine like he’s done it a million times before, his dick softening inside of you with your shared orgasm spilling out. The plushness of his lips feel like two soft pillows you want to kiss over and over again.

“Good morning,” you say, bringing your hand to brush the hair from his face. He looks at you fondly.

“Good morning, baby.”

“You look so good right now.” Sunghoon brings your hand from his hair to kiss your palm.

“You’re so cute when you’re soft.” You bite your lip and hide your face in his neck and feel him laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. I learn something new about you everyday.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you mumble. Sunghoon grips your ass and gives it a hard squeeze.

“I love it when you get feisty with me. But I like seeing you when you’re soft like this. It lets me know you trust me.”

You pull yourself upright. “Does it?”

“I’ve learned that you’re not easily impressed and it takes a while for you to let your guard down completely. When we’re at work, that's one thing. But from hearing your dating stories, it sounds like these guys didn’t give you a reason to stick around.”

“Well…that’s true.”

He kisses underneath your jaw. “I don’t care if you’re yelling at me to get my shit done or being gentle. I like everything about you.”

“Careful. You might say something you regret.”

He looks you in the eye.

“I always say what I mean.”

The tension in the room is palpable and you almost say those three little words that seem to come easily for Sunghoon and no one else. You keep your tongue to yourself, however. He doesn’t seem to notice the inner turmoil going on inside of you and pulls out of you slowly before leaving to get a clean rag.

Sunghoon beckons your legs open and cleans you up with a warm, wet rag. He’s gentle with his hands and smoothes over your folds and inner thighs. He holds you with such a delicate touch that it makes you feel as if you must be made of glass or something of more important weight.

When he’s done, Sunghoon holds the cloth in one hand and bends down to press a long kiss onto your slip with his lips pushed right against them. He slips his tongue out and licks a stripe up your slit like he’s a kitten licking milk. He’s so attractive between your legs, especially with his eyes closed like he’s enjoying the meal.

It’s too much for you to look at. You push his face away and close your legs while Sunghoon laughs and helps you up onto your feet, handing you a spare sweater before kissing you goodbye with the promise of meeting you for breakfast in the living room once you’re decent.

***

Midday comes around and the weather has gotten hotter as the sun reaches its peak. Lunch is long forgotten on the kitchen island as you pack a bowl of fruit and grab a few bottles of water to bring outside to the pool area. Sunghoon fetches a few towels and sunscreen before removing the protective barrier covering the pool, revealing stunning tiling that makes it look like a blue lagoon.

The bikini you’re wearing barely hides any part of your body. The cups accentuate your breasts and you might as well have ditched the bottoms you’re wearing because they barely cover your ass. You can tell Sunghoon likes them too, with the way he’s been ogling your body ever since you walked out. He stares at your legs and the curve of your ass before trailing his eyes to the valley of your breasts. He’s shameless about it, too. But nothing about this feels like objectification. In fact, you want Sunghoon to look at you like you’re something he wants to devour.

“Can you put sunscreen on me?” you ask him, holding out a bottle for him to use. Sunghoon takes it from your grasp and stares at your chest before his eyes flicker up to your eyes.

“Sure, baby. Where do you want it?”

You turn around and his eyes immediately follow your ass. You tilt your head until you can see him, and Sunghoon averts his gaze when you catch him staring.

“Can you start with my back? I can’t reach there.”

“Mhm.”

He hums when you turn your head back around and you hear the sunscreen squirt from out the bottle and onto his hands. Sunghoon rubs the product between his hands and you feel him put his palms on your shoulder blades before working it down your back.

“This bikini…”

“You like?”

“Yeah,” he says in disbelief. “I like it a lot.”

“Haven’t had an excuse to wear it. I don’t have a pool in my apartment building.”

“Mm,” he mumbles. “We should fix that.”

You giggle. “Yeah, I guess we should. More trips to this house?”

“Whatever you want.”

He sounds so unfocused that it nearly makes you double over in laughter. Sunghoon’s fingers reach the hem of your bikini bottoms before he brings his hands to cup your asscheeks, temporarily removing himself from your body to grab more sunscreen.

“Can’t forget about your ass, baby. They might get sunburnt too.”

You push yourself out to him and look behind you. He’s barely paying attention to anything but your ass. “You’re so right, Hoon. Do you think you can put sunscreen there, too?”

Sunghoon pushes the fabric together until it resembles a thong, using both of his enormous hands to spread the sunscreen all over you. He pulls apart your ass as if to inspect it and massages the meaty flesh before him until the product disappears. Sunghoon pushes your bottoms back to the appropriate position.

“All done,” he says, clearing his throat. “I should put sunscreen on you everywhere just to be on the safe side, right?”

“Right,” you say with a certain nod. “How about my chest?”

“Good thinking.” He twists your body until you’re facing him and tugs on your bikini strings until his fingers graze your skin. “I think we should put some sunscreen here.”

Sunghoon pulls the fabric away from your breasts to expose your taught nipples and nearly drools at the right. He bends down to suck your left nipple and squeezes the other, flicking his tongue expertly while you grab his head and moan softly above him. He hums around your nipple and pinches the other one gently before switching, taking his sweet time exploring your body while you stand helplessly.

He pulls away faster than you’d like, but you relish in the way he looks completely dazed and out of it, like he forgot he’s supposed to put sunscreen on you. Sunghoon, acting in a daze, puts sunscreen all over your chest and stomach before clearing his throat and turning away. It makes you laugh.

Sunghoon jumps in the pool and it splashes against the bottom of your legs. When he emerges, you fight the urge to squish your legs together. He wipes the water from his eyes and somehow, Sunghoon likes twice as good with water dripping down his body. It accentuates his muscles and you’re dripping wet without having jumped in yet.

“I don’t bite,” he says when he sees you staring. Damn Sunghoon and the uptick on his mouth.

You roll your eyes and get into the pool by the steps instead of jumping in like Sunghoon did. He waits for you to approach him and watches the way your assets bounce against the small currents from your movements. He licks his lips shamelessly and reaches his hands out to squeeze your hips when you come to him.

“There she is,” Sunghoon says. “There’s my girl.”

You swat his chest. “You only like me because my tits are out.”

Sunghoon averts his eyes to your chest. “Can’t say that isn’t true.” You fix your bikini top until your nipples are nearly peeking out just to tease him.

“Better?” He squeezes your hips.

“Much better. Though, I think they’d look better if you took the bikini off.”

Sunghoon turns your body around until your back is pressed against his chest. His lips attach to your neck and he peppers kisses along your hot skin while his hands trail up your body to cup your breasts. His thumbs pass over your hardened buds and you don’t shy away from his touch.

In fact, you encourage it. There’s no mistaking the arch in your back to press yourself against Sunghoon’s crotch. He grunts against your neck and cups your breasts through your top, giving them a gentle and firm squeeze. It makes you whimper softly against the sound of the pool water moving against the two of you and you swear Sunghoon grows harder by the second.

“Sexy girl,” he mutters, pulling the fabric covering your chest to the side to completely expose you. He hooks his chin on your shoulders and peers down at your breasts. “Fuck, they’re so beautiful.”

It exhilarates you like no other to have him touch you like this in public, even though his backyard isn’t accessible unless you come from the house. Still, the prospect is still the same.

“Let’s say we take these off, hm?”

He doesn’t wait for your permission, but it’s not like you’d decline him anyway and he knows it. Sunghoon moves his fingers slowly to untie your bikini top until it’s floating in the water next to you. He groans when your chest is free and cups them in his palms as he thrusts his hard dick against your ass.

“Need my dick between your tits.” Sunghoon squeezes you again and you match the way he’s rubbing against you by pushing on him too. “Wanna see my come all over them.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah, baby. I’ll fuck your perfect tits until they’re nice and dirty for me.” He drops one hand to your bottoms and bypasses the fabric until his fingers graze your slit. “Jesus, darlin’. Making me so horny in this little number of yours.”

“Fuck,” you moan out. Sunghoon plunges a finger inside of you hastily and groans against your ear. His breath makes your body shiver and you feel him smirk right against you when he feels it.

“I want to taste you right now.”

He moves the two of you closer to the shallow end where the steps are and nudges you to turn around. You whimper when he withdraws his finger but the way he looks at you makes up for it.

Your body’s halfway out the water and you feel more exposed when he undoes your bottoms, letting that float away in the water too. Sunghoon’s is rock hard against his swimming trunks when he bends down to bring his face closer to your naked cunt and licks a wide stripe up your slit.

You don’t shy away from moaning loudly and that seems to please Sunghoon, who licks you again and again until you’re moaning in contentment. You feel unburdened by anything and his mouth takes the stress from your body, and turns it into something pleasurable.

His hands grip your thighs to keep you in place while his mouth attaches to your folds, lips puckered while his tongue runs across the expanse of your cunt like he’s trying to memorize every bit of you from this experience alone. Sunghoon is so good with his mouth that it astounds you how turned on you are just from oral.

He hums when he feels your feet touch his back and buries his head deeper in you. The water subtly splashes around and the cool droplets lessens the burn of the hot sun.

You’ve never imagined yourself to be someone as bold as this. Seldom do men make you feel comfortable enough to let your guard down, much less eat you out in a semi-public area. Sunghoon’s tongue explores your inner walls with every pass and his hands keep you grounded, reminding you to enjoy the present and turn your brain off.

The hard concrete underneath you starts to feel uncomfortable and Sunghoon strokes your skin with his thumb as if to say you’re doing a great job withstanding the subtle friction. He moves his face until his tongue is perfectly hitting your clit repeatedly, making you come right on his mouth with your legs spread impossibly wide. The thrill of it all makes your stomach coil and you don’t shy away from bucking your hips right into his face.

Sunghoon pulls back and his face looks absolutely wild, from his lust-filled eyes to his hard dick standing upright in his trunks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while you push your legs back underneath the water and attempt to stand on your own. He takes a step forward when you falter and kisses your forehead like he didn’t just devour you in his pool.

“So good for me,” he mutters, moving to kiss your lips next. “I knew I’d get you out of your shell.”

“Can’t believe I let you do that in public.”

“Not technically public.”

“Anyone could’ve seen!” He rolls his eyes when you laugh at him. You try not to seem bashful when he pulls himself out of his swim shorts but his hard, leaking dick looks you right in the eye and you become some animalistic version of yourself.

“Atta girl,” Sunghoon says when you prop yourself over the ledge of the pool.

You part your legs to fit him in between and he rubs your ass with one hand while gliding the tip over your hole with the other. The feeling of Sunghoon against your cunt will never get old. The intrusion is welcomed and encouraged, and he senses your eagerness when you squeeze around the head.

It’s hot, mid-morning, and today feels like the kind of day to relax and unwind. Unlike this morning, Sunghoon doesn’t rush to make either of you orgasm. He sets a moderate pace and holds your hips while pushing his pelvis against your body. You’re content hearing him grunt behind you and your tits hangs over the ledge as he pushes and pulls from you repeatedly.

To you, sex could never be as casual as this. It’s amazing how Sunghoon makes you feel like you don’t have to be ashamed to feel pleasure. You don’t need an excuse to have somebody adorn your body with their mouth or fuck you like they’re desperate for it. Here you are, spreading your legs and ass for your boss, but it feels like you’re on your first vacation with your boyfriend.

You try not to think about that too much. Instead, you let the feeling of pleasure and euphoria takeover until you’re both coming. Sunghoon finishes inside and mutters something about how he doesn’t want to make the pool all dirty, and so your pussy is the only logical place to come. That makes you horny again, and you make him fuck you on the pool chair out in the open.

***

After the pool, you and Sunghoon decide you’ve played too hard to do anything that requires a functioning brain cell. The two of you shower together. Sunghoon tries to start something while you wash your hair and pouts when you tell him you need to clean yourself in peace. He waits patiently and doesn’t rush you, and you reward him by deep throating his cock until he bursts.

The two of you dry up and spend the rest of the afternoon lazily lounging in his bed with the TV on in the background. For an hour, the two of you talk about everything and nothing, sneaking in a few kisses until you inevitably fall asleep on his chest. Sunghoon falls asleep shortly after.

When you come to, Sunghoon is awake and checking his phone. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and see that he’s looking at an email for a dinner reservation. Sunghoon, who notices you’re awake when you stir above him, glances down and kisses your nose.

“Good morning, princess.”

“It’s four in the afternoon, Hoon.”

“Good morning, princess,” he repeats. You swat his chest and fall back against him. “There’s a restaurant nearby that I really love. Romantic, candle lit, and everything. We have a reservation at seven.”

“It’s so weird to let you handle this stuff,” you mutter against his neck before kissing it once. “I feel useless.”

“Relax and let me do the work, yeah? You can go back to being my assistant when we’re at the office.”

“I guess…” He grins when he hears your playful tone.

“I know you’re sleepy, but I think you should get up and start getting ready. We need to leave by six-thirty to make it on time.”

You groan. “Wanna sleep. Wanna have sex a little more too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon pulls his body until he’s hovering over yours and locks eyes with you. “I knew you couldn’t get enough of me.”

“Not you. Your dick.” You bring a hand over his shorts to cup his bulge before squeezing it.

Sunghoon spreads both of your legs wider and presses his covered crotch along your own covered mound, pushing himself until you feel his body heat. You can’t help but gasp, especially when you feel that he’s already started to harden against you. Sunghoon slowly grinds himself and the friction feels a bit too good to admit. He lifts his hips up and down until his hard dick is slotting themselves against your pussy. Your slick is already pouring out and your panties are pasted to the shape of your folds.

“Feels so good,” you whisper against his lips when Sunghoon bends down to kiss you.

“I’ll fuck you some more after.” You whine when he pulls away. “Go get ready, brat. Let me be good to you. Stop sabotaging me with those eyes of yours.”

You pout when you realize your seductive gaze isn’t working on him, but get up nonetheless.

Sunghoon gives you space and breathing room to get ready. He says he wants to be surprised by what you’re wearing and steps out of the room before you can say anything else. You put on some music while you paint your face a bit more elegant than normal, and feel the excitement of a date creep upon you.

While the two of you have had dinner just the two of you before, this feels like a real date. The intention of impressing him is clearly there. Your lips are an incredible shade of red and the way you did your eye makeup makes you look like a seductive siren. You don’t overthink it too much. This is Sunghoon, the man you’ve known for six years. He’s seen you naked and has finished inside you. There’s no reason to feel nervous.

But the nerves are still there. The warm feelings you have towards him creep up like a sleeper spy. They hit you when you least expect it and when you’re not distracted by him. The weighted reality of going back to Seoul and the two of you never addressing this weekend is a fear you have, but it’s one that doesn’t need to be addressed at this very moment.

The lingerie you packed makes your body look like a sinful temptation. It leaves very little to the imagination and emphasizes your assets in a way that makes you feel more confident than not. The dress you’ve chosen makes you might as well be the most beautiful person in the room. Every insecurity you have seems to have vanished when you look at yourself in the full length mirror, and your nerves stem from excitement rather than worry. For the first time, you get a feeling that tonight won’t end up in tears and drowning your sorrows in cheap wine and popcorn.

“Holy shit,” Sunghoon curses when you come out of the room. You hold your sleek pair of heels in your hands—a tall peep toe shoe with a buckle around the ankle—while Sunghoon’s eyes roam all over your figure. “Fuck, baby. I think I might cum right now.”

“Don’t flatter me too much.” It’s hard to avoid his eyes. He’s staring at your legs and beckons you to give him your shoes.

You stare in utter shock when Sunghoon bends to his knees to help you put them on. One by one, you slip into the heel and feel his fingers brush against your ankle until he’s standing in front of you with parted lips. Sunghoon looks delectable when he’s on his knees for you.

“I want to kiss you, but I’ll ruin your lip gloss,” he mumbles, eyes gazing at your mouth while his hands touch your hips. Sunghoon slowly kisses both of your cheeks instead. The way he’s looking at you makes your heart race.

He loops his arm with yours and leads you out the door.

As promised, the restaurant is as romantic as Sunghoon described it. There are small candles on every table and the lighting is just low enough to make you feel like you and Sunghoon are the only two people in the room.

The host leads you to the reserved table right by the window and the combination of the natural moonlight and the live band makes you feel like you stepped into a cliche romance novel. Usually, you’d turn your nose up at romantic endeavors, but tonight you feel like you’re brave enough to bask in its glory.

Sunghoon pulls your chair out for you and you let him. Tonight, you’re his date. Not his assistant.

“You look amazing.” You laugh.

“You said that four times already.”

He grabs your hand above the table and starts playing with your fingers. Sunghoon, too, looks breathtaking. He’s slicked his hair back and you can see the silver jewelry adorning his neck and fingers. Sunghoon is so stylish, even down to his shoes, that it makes you feel a bit embarrassed to remember all of the guys who’ve dressed so poorly when they took you out on a date.

Maybe it’s mean to judge those men for not having the means that Sunghoon does. But he’s clearly secure in himself and doesn’t mind letting you take center stage without a moment's notice. You saw it when he let you walk in front of him from the valet to the restaurant, and you saw it in the way he kept his eyes on you the entire time. You know you look good. He knows it too.

If there’s one thing you love about Sunghoon, it’s that he seems to know what you’re feeling before you do. It’s your job to know that when he’s at work, but you often forget that he’s learned a lot about you in the time you’ve been working alongside him. He expertly suggests appetizers and cocktails that he thinks you’ll like and you actually enjoy them. Men from your past puff their chest and talk big for people who don’t know what they’re doing.

You feel taken care of. And, if you’re honest with yourself, it feels good to let someone else take the wheel for a change. Sunghoon understands you on a level that is beyond your imagination. Neither of you have to speak in order to be on the same wavelength. It’s as if the two of you are two foreign objects working in tandem, completing each other without intent.

It’s scary to realize how fast you’ve fallen for him. But on the other hand, were these feelings already there, and did you only act upon it when Sunghoon started to show interest in you too? You thought you had squashed these feelings down years ago, chalking it up to loneliness when you developed a small crush on your boss. Viewing him like the authoritative figure who signed your paychecks worked for a little while. Now, that method has gone down the drain.

You’d always been a bit envious of the beautiful women in Sunghoon’s life and those who wanted to rub elbows with him. You never believed you could measure up because of the wealth disparage, and most would ignore your presence for the sake of having a good time with him. Working alongside him the first two years of your career was a challenge and a half. Picking him up from far away locations at ungodly hours of the morning tested your patience, as did seeing him with post-sex hair at 2 A.M.

It was like a breath of relief when Sunghoon stopped seeing women so frequently. No more envy of the rich and famous, and no more heartbreak over the fact that he’d been with women who weren’t you. It was you who he called to fix his messes and it was you who he “came home to” at the end of the day. Per the requirements of your contract, you were always there for him and Sunghoon knew you’d be a call away.

People push you out of the way when they realize you’re his assistant and not his equal. You’ve had your fair share of women weasel their way into his life with bad intentions and mistreat you because of it. Some are polite while others are snarky. Some try to butter you up with gifts and sweet words of affirmations, while others turn their noses in your direction.

Learning to develop a thick skin came with time. Part of growing up meant knowing when to shut feelings off. You’d grown comfortable leaving your morality and emotions at the door every morning you stepped into the office building. Only when you’d read the threshold of your apartment would you break down into a puddle of tears. It’s a dog-eat-dog world and your position did not make life easier for you.

Somewhere along the way, Sunghoon started to feel like a colleague rather than your boss. He started asking for your input and entrusted you with a few of his projects. As time passed by, the two of you developed a way of working well together without stepping on each other’s toes. For some accounts, you were the coordinator and liaison while Sunghoon took the backseat. On others, you were his acting assistant and remained that way until the end of the project.

It almost felt like you were an employee of his status, too. You felt like you could’ve made a great career out of it. But jumping through hoops and glass barriers in your way posed a great challenge that you were not able to meet. Perhaps the stagnation of your job and the repetitive nature was what started to burn your light. Traveling to far away places only seems fun when you take the work aspect out of the equation.

There was never enough time for you, and the accumulation of boredom and routine was what drove you to resign. But even now, in the wake of abandonment, Sunghoon cares for you. The end of the meal is anything but a sobering thought after multiple glasses of wine and enough food to make you feel like a rich heiress. What’s left is your raw feelings and your relentless love for him.

“You’re so good to me.” Sunghoon tilts his head and looks at you.

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re so…attentive.”

“I’d like to think I know you pretty well.”

“It’s hard for me to trust people completely.”

He smiles softly. “I know.”

“I’m not used to letting my guard down, is what I’m trying to say. It feels like we’ve been on vacation for weeks, even though it’s only been a day.”

“I care about you a lot, you know?” Sunghoon says. He sips on his wine without breaking eye contact, your own glass on its second pour. “You know me better than anyone else does.”

“Sometimes, I feel like I’ll never get out of the cycle I’m in. I’m scared that I’ll always feel lonely.”

He strokes your hand. “Is the second glass getting to you?”

“Maybe…”

“You’re really cute.”

You pout. “You keep saying that, but I’m telling you some depressing shit about how my life is boring and I’m sad all the time.”

“So cute.”

He bites his lip and looks at you for a moment. It makes you feel like you’re under inspection. Perhaps it’s the wine that’s making you feel vulnerable and light-headed, but Sunghoon looks at you like he wants you to believe him.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I could never be the man I am today without you.”

“You…You’re giving me too much credit.”

“No, baby.” You melt at his deep voice. “I don’t think I knew how intertwined our lives are until you gave me your resignation letter. You’ve been a constant in my life for the past six years and I took that for granted every single day. I want you to stay, but I don’t want you to choose me if that means sacrificing your own happiness.”

His words pierce your heart.

“I’m…drunk.”

Sunghoon seems to know what you mean. Your mind is too loud and combined with the volume of your heart pounding in your chest, you feel like nothing could ever capture what you want to say. Your eyes feel wet and glossy from his words and the alcohol that’s just on the precipice of wearing off. You’re sure you must look like some hot mess with smudged lipstick and a dazed look. To Sunghoon, you look like the epitome of perfection.

“Let me take care of the bill, yeah? Let’s go home.”

He kisses the back of your hand before standing up to pay. The empty dessert plates, insistent by Sunghoon, who tells you a tiramisu won’t kill your savory taste buds, sit on the table like they’ve been licked clean. It’s nice to jump off the deep end and do things differently every now and then. You can still feel his lips where he kissed you.

When Sunghoon comes back, he kisses your forehead quickly before leading you out of the restaurant with his hand in yours. You let him lead you to the valet and will your beating heart to slow down before you die of a heart attack. The only thing you can think about when you’re in the car is how it feels like you’re his wife coming home after a much needed date night. You’re not his employee. You’re his equal.

Sunghoon parks his car inside of the garage when you unbuckle and grab his face with both hands. You push your lips upon him by surprise and he makes a sound from the sudden movement, but his hands find themselves on your waist when you kiss him. It’s somewhere between heavy and seductive, rushed and calculated. You throw all inhibitions out the window and let your body do all the talking for you. There are no reservations and hidden insecurities when you’re with Sunghoon, just love.

He pushes his hands up your dress and you happily moan against his touch. Sunghoon rewards you by kissing you harder and pulls away when he needs to catch his breath.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he mutters. His big, brown eyes look up at you and you wear you could finish right there.

“I want you,” you whisper in the quiet of the garage. The hum of the fluorescent lights is the only thing you register, aside from how fast your heart is beating.

“You have me.”

Sunghoon beckons you out of the car after a few more kisses and promises to have fun with you when you resist. You see him harden up when you whine about him not touching you and it makes Sunghoon more aroused than ever before. He sees and hears your sheer desperation. It makes him want to take you on every inch of this house.

Eventually, the two of you make your way inside the house and you nearly stumble when Sunghoon drops to his knees. His hands fumble with the strap of the ankle and you feel his fingers gently undoing the buckle. Every pass of his skin feels electrifying and so does looking down at him. He, who plays the role of an authoritative figure, is on his knees for you.

He’s still in control, but it makes you feel like you have all the power. You’re putty in Sunghoon’s hands and you’re starting to assume he’s the same when it comes to you. His surprisingly soft hands caress your leg with every touch that wakes up some pent up sexual frustration from the pit of your stomach. The desire is there and Sunghoon’s the first person to bring it out of you to this extent.

Sunghoon puts your heels aside and kisses up your leg. He pushes the hem of your dress towards your upper thigh when he alternates legs until his face is right by your stomach. He kisses you there keeps his chin there to look up at you as if to admire you from where he kneels. It’s too much for you. It makes you want to suck the soul out of him and never return it.

“You looked beautiful tonight,” Sunghoon says while maintaining eye contact with you. His hands come to cup the back of your legs, caressing your skin with his thumbs. You feel his warmth radiating off of him and he looks at you like he’s somewhere in between starving and satiated.

You don’t say anything. You can’t say anything. Sunghoon has you stopped in your tracks that you feel like you’re frozen on the ground with nothing but the sound of your heart pounding in your ear drums.

“You always look so good when you get dressed up. Did you dress up for me?”

You blush at that.

“I…”

“It’s okay if you did.”

Sunghoon starts to feel up your body underneath your dress and touches the lace lingerie you have on underneath. He hums in satisfaction and looks up at you again.

“You’re so strong, you know that? It’s what I like about you the most. You don’t need me to tell you anything.” He snaps the band of your panties and you subtly jolt in your stance. Sunghoon rises from his spot on the floor, and you look up at him once he’s at his full height.

“But I’m selfish. I like it when you dress up for me.”

“Yeah?” you whisper.

“Yeah. It makes me feel special.”

“Special?”

You never thought you could make him feel that way too. You’ve been so caught up in your own life and distracting yourself from falling too hard that you never considered how you affect him. His dark brown eyes reach the depths of your soul when he looks at you like this.

“You don’t do things because anyone asks you to. You do it for you. You’re quitting your job as my assistant because there’s more to life than that. My brave girl. I like it when you dress up for me because I know you must feel the same way I do.”

“I don’t want to leave you forever,” you quietly confess.

“I don’t want that either. You have me, remember? I’m not going anywhere.

Sunghoon makes you feel all kinds of uncanny things. He makes you feel like the star of your own romantic movie. Every cliche is not meant with resistance, like you would with other men. Instead, Sunghoon says all the right things and you find yourself falling for every word.

Except, there’s something about this that makes you believe it’s real. He’s not saying it to get into your pants and leave you in the morning. Everything about him fighting for your employment to taking you on a whimsical weekend vacation makes you think he feels just as deeply as you do. He’s never done this with any of his past flings and short lived relationships before. You’ve seen it firsthand when he blames work for keeping him busy instead of confronting whatever truth he’s hiding from.

With you, Sunghoon seems to have let all of that go.

The two of you kiss messily and stumble in the hallway until you’re in the bedroom. Sunghoon throws his jacket on the floor and doesn’t have time to think when you kneel before him and pull your dress down to expose your chest. He stutters and nearly trips, if not for the edge of the bed directly behind his knees, and takes his shirt off when you unbuckle his pants to fish out his cock.

You don’t say anything before you put your mouth on him. No warning. Nothing but pure greed and lust mixed together. Sunghoon watches you lick him up and down with your warm tongue and groans at the feeling of your wet saliva smearing all over his dick. You don’t care that your cheeks are starting to dampen up. That makes him even harder.

You force his pants and boxers down when you fit him inside of your mouth. You’re not thinking at all. Sunghoon moans loudly when you take as much of him as you can in a single shot. His hands find the back of your head to balance himself while you hook your hands onto his legs to push more of him deeper in your small throat. Watching you pull your head back only to push right back in makes Sunghoon thrust his hips towards you.

The gagging sound makes you wetter and it makes him quicken his pace. You breathe through your nose and focus on how good it feels to know you’re the one making him act like this. Every grunt, every moan, and every orgasm is because of you.

Humming around his dick makes Sunghoon moan too. The two of you sound like a pornography film when you moan in tandem. The noises he makes are beyond anything you’ve ever heard before. Men before you have been too afraid to make any sounds during sex, but it’s like Sunghoon needs to let them out in order to feel true pleasure. His baritone voice makes you impossibly wet.

He holds your head in place and starts to fuck your mouth without abandon. The tip hits the back of your throat and you gag until spit is falling all over the place, but you don’t care at all. Sunghoon’s pelvis touches your nose with every thrust and you arch your back and the pace he sets, sticking your ass out for him to see. He moans and widens his stance for a better angle and shoves his dick deeper in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

Sunghoon pushes your head away and holds you by the hair with a tight grip. You chase his dick after it slips out, but he holds you in your place instead of letting you suck him back in. Sunghoon’s cock twitches when you whine. He pivots and forces you onto the bed before he lies on top of it with his chest facing the ceiling.

When he pulls your dress down your body, he curses upon seeing the red lace adorning your body. Your chest is pushed in all the right places and nearly spills over the cups. He throws the fabric somewhere behind him and spreads your legs for him to see, and feeling like an object he’s inspecting turns you on so much that you’re sure he can spot the wet patch by now.

Sunghoon doesn’t comment on it, too focused on taking in the way you look underneath him. His hands reach to grip your breasts and stomach, his finger tracing the line of the lace hem above where you need him the most.

“Can’t believe you wore this for me.” Sunghoon bends his head down between your chest and kisses the spot there before turning to lick your left nipple over the cloth. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Do you know how hard it is to keep myself in check every time I see you? It doesn’t matter if you’re wearing a trash bag. I get so fucking hard every time you walk into a room.”

As if to prove a point, Sunghoon pushes his cock over your covered pussy. He moans quietly and pulls the cups of your bra down to suck on your buds with a gentle hum, like he’s satisfied a craving of his. His tongue feels like some kind of gentle heaven and you can’t help but arch your back, which pushes your chest right into his face.

You paw at his dick and grip it hard in your hand, attempting to tug on it at this angle. He chuckles against your chest when you struggle to grip all of him.

“I love how eager you are,” he mutters against your chest before crawling on the bed himself. “You look so desperate trying to touch my dick. Is that what you want?”

Sunghoon obliges. His hands grab your body and place you on top of him with your mouth pointed at his crotch. His cock looks so much bigger from this angle and you’re dripping right onto Sunghoon’s tongue. The feeling of the first pass makes you clench your hole and grip the base of his cock to balance yourself.

He pulls your panties aside and moans against your pussy and licks you simultaneously. You feel his warm breath and the way his hands are prying your ass apart for him. Sunghoon groans when you push your lap onto his face, slapping your asscheek.

You get the hint and wrap your lips around his dick, trying to fit all of it in your mouth. It’s slower than Sunghoon’s languid licks, but you must be doing a good job because you feel the vibration of his voice on your clit. It sends shivers up your spine and it makes your mouth water.

Eventually, you find a steady pace as your hands squeeze Sunghoon’s balls between your fingers. You suck his tip like it’s a goddamn lollipop and you’re mouthing him like you have an oral fixation when it comes to him. He nearly bites you when you swallow his sack in your mouth and let your tongue lick through the seam. A swell of pride resides within you when you hear him. He’s so put together most of the time. It’s nice to feel him let his inhibitions go.

You hollow your cheeks until it becomes a makeshift vacuum and suck on his dick as hard as you can. The moans coming from your throat make it hard for Sunghoon to stay still beneath you, but you welcome the intrusion every time his hips buck right into your mouth. Your saliva makes everything that much wetter and the sounds of his wettened cock and your slick core, egg both of you on. You’ve never felt so turned on sucking someone off before.

Sunghoon’s tongue thrusts into you and you push back on his face, momentarily fearing that you might suffocate him if you continue. But his movements feel too good to care at this point. Sunghoon slurps up your juices and massages your ass while he eats you like a man on a mission, tongue rolling everywhere with no real method.

It makes you feel jealous that other women have experienced his magical mouth. You hate that he’s tasted women who aren’t you and you hate that you’ve had to watch him come home from a one night stand while pushing your own feelings below the surface.

This motivates you to suck him with a death grip. Your mouth never relents and you force your head down until you’ve shoved all of him down your throat. Sunghoon moans against your core and you feel his grip on your ass tighten the more you constrict yourself around his cock.

With a new sense of pride for making him moan the way he does, it propels you to use your head like that. You pull back and push down over and over again, letting his thick, mushroom head hit the back of your throat while your saliva spills everywhere. You refuse to take a break when Sunghoon’s suffocating himself on your pussy.

One hand continues to touch his balls and aid his pleasure while the other grips his base to keep his dick right where you want him. God, you think. Where has this man been all my life?

You cum when Sunghoon sucks on your clit. You push yourself off of him to arch your back, and grasp anything to make you feel sane. He moans when he tastes your orgasm and keeps licking while you process your high and come down from it. His cock is untouched and twitching with excitement upon tasting your release.

“Need it,” Sunghoon nearly growls.

He pushes your body off of him until the back of your head touches the plush pillows. He puts his mouth underneath your jaw and kisses you every place he can touch. Sunghoon drags his tongue all over and tastes the salty sheen of your sweat, grinning to himself. His canines graze your pulse point and you buck your hips until the underside of his wet cock is brushing against yours.

“Do you want me as badly as I want you?” he whispers against your neck.

“I need you more than you know.”

“Fuck. I want all of you.”

You spread your legs wide open and Sunghoon takes this opportunity to reach between your bodies to guide his tip to your entrance after pulling your panties to the side again. The push is slow and monstrous, unlike the times you’ve had sex with him before. He feels bigger somehow. More girth than earlier this morning. The stretch is deliciously painful and the sting burns no matter how wet you are.

You both moan out into the open when he slips it in. Sunghoon looks like something devilish when he shuts his eyes while moaning. He’s so fucking hot that it’s not fair at all. His face becomes flushed and his forehead glistens with the sweat he’s built up eating you out. He buries himself to the hilt until you feel his warm sack on your ass.

Your toes curl and you both feel the way your hole flutters around Sunghoon’s dick. His breaths are slow and deep. They make you more aroused, especially in the quiet of the night with nothing but the moonlight illumination through the uncovered windows.

Sunghoon doesn’t snap his hips like you expect him to. He raises his hips and rolls them in slowly as if trying to savor every drag of your walls against his wet cock. He’s so slow that you hear your combined breaths trying to regain some kind of dignity and failing. The wet sounds add to your euphoria. Sunghoon starts to increase his speed, but not by much.

“Perfect,” he mutters to himself. “So fucking perfect.”

He braces both of his hands on either side of you. Sunghoon’s muscular bicep comes into view and makes you clench around him, to which he hissed and loses his composure, pushing his chest to yours. Your nipples squeeze under his skin. His body is so warm against you.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt like you lost your mind before this very moment. Sunghoon feels like he’s reached every untouched crevice in your body and it makes you feel like you're frozen in time. You don’t run from this pleasure either. You stay right where you are and tell yourself you deserve to have good sex and you deserve Sunghoon.

You’ve enticed him. Sunghoon widens his own legs to better angle himself until he’s plunging his dick straight into you. The sheer force and depth at which he’s fucking you feels incredible. He doesn’t seem like he’s thinking at all. He acts like this is his primal instinct and he’s letting that version of himself takeover.

Sunghoon groans with the sexual frustration he has within him and drills himself into you like he’s trying to make the two of you become one. His hips start to lose control the faster he thrusts into you, his cock warm and heavy even at the pace he’s setting. It’s all so hot.

You think you might love him so much that walking away would shatter you. Your heart can’t help but choose him every time, and some part of you is desperate to know if Sunghoon feels the same way about you.

Whimpers pour past your lips the faster Sunghoon fucks you. The gradual pace tells you he’s the absolute master of self indulgence and patience. You see elements of it when you see him in the office, and it’s always made you wonder just how patient he can be. Tonight, it seems like he’s trying to draw out your combined pleasure for as long as humanly possible.

“Oh god,” Sunghoon chokes. He’s pounding into you with relentless force. “I’m cumming, shit shit shit.”

He holds his breath, focusing on his orgasm. Sunghoon breaks you out of any thought that isn’t right here and right now. He arches his back so beautifully when he’s close and it drives his cock into you that much deeper.

Sunghoon glances down at you before shutting his eyes and letting the first droplets of cum seep into you. You tighten your grip around his dick in preparation for what’s to come. Only, this time surprise you more than the time.

“I love you.”

He moans it without caring how loud he’s being. Sunghoon’s admission triggers your own orgasm and you thrash your body around while he chases your hips to settle you in your place beneath him. Your pussy clenched over and over again, collecting every drop from his leaning tip. Your shared orgasm leaks from the empty space between the two of you and you feel it drip between your legs.

It’s like your heart is bursting with warmth and shock at the same time. Electricity flies off of your body and your mind runs so fast that you don’t know if you’ll ever come down from this particular high. Sunghoon finds your lips and kisses you with fervor and passion while he slows down his thrusts. He’s kissing you like he’s trying to make sure you’re real. He doesn’t pull away or pull out, even when he’s becoming soft.

“You love me?” you ask.

“Yeah.” Sunghoon laughs incredulously and looks down at you. “Yes I fucking do.”

“Sunghoon—”

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same, because I know you do. Your body tells me everything I need.”

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same.” Sunghoon soothes your lips over with a gentle kiss.

“I’ve loved you for a while now. I just started listening to my heart.”

“That was so corny.”

He grins against your mouth. “It was, wasn’t it?”

“Well…you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Are you not gonna say it back?” he teases. You look away and pretend to be confused.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Brat,” he says, pushing his half hard cock deeper in you to make you yelp. “Say you love me back, baby.”

You don’t need that much convincing.

“I love you.

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flowergirl1243 · 2 days ago

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soft launch season - [part four]

SUMMARY: when Lando Norris' notorious party boy reputation may be too far out of control to save, you step in to save his image (and maybe his heart).

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader

part one part two part three part four part five part six

ACT 4: GRID SHOW

Liked by lando, oscarpiastri and others ynusername first grand prix, kinda nervy

lando didn’t know spectators could make the drivers more nervous than the track tbh

user22 her debut. their debut. our debut.

user23 what is life. i may have passed away

They found a corner.

Not a glamorous one. Just a sliver of shade behind the motorhome, out of sight from cameras and engineers and the constant hum of nerves. The sun was already high, bouncing off the asphalt, casting sharp lines across the ground. The sound of zippers, tools clinking, voices through radios, all of it was beginning to rise around them like pressure.

But here?

Here it was still quiet.

Lando stood in front of her, half-dressed in his fireproofs, race suit peeled down to his waist. He smelled like sunblock and heat. His hair was still damp from the ice towel they’d thrown at him earlier. She reached out and fixed the collar of his base layer, even though it didn’t need fixing.

“You good?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He gave her a look, boyish, crooked, transparent. “Lying.”

She smiled. “Okay, a little nervy.”

He leaned in, pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’m the one strapping into a car that could turn me into a crumpled soda can,” he whispered. “You don’t get to be more nervous than me.”

Her hands stayed by her sides, like she didn’t want to make a scene, even here. But he didn’t care.

He brushed his nose against hers. Breathed her in.

This close, she smelled like summer and and that hotel shampoo she always complained about and everything right in life. He didn’t want to step away. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“Be safe, okay?”

“I always am.”

“You’re not, though.”

He smiled, a real one this time. Tired and a little fragile.

“I will be today,” he said. “You’re here.”

She didn’t kiss him. Didn’t need to.

Just held his gaze for a second longer than anyone else ever did. And then let him go.

He turned away first, but only after she squeezed his hand.

Then let go, slowly, like it hurt, and walked away.

But he didn’t stop feeling her, not for the rest of the day.

She didn’t scream when he crossed the finish line.

Everyone else did, the garage erupted, people grabbing each other, radios blaring, team gear flying into the air, but she just stood there, hands to her mouth, eyes wide, frozen like her heart couldn’t catch up with what just happened.

He won.

He actually won.

The final lap had felt like a dream. Like something too fragile to touch. The way he held off the Ferrari, the precision of every corner, every braking zone, she’d never seen him like that. Sharp. Focused. Ruthless. Untouchable.

And then the radio crackled in the background, Lando’s voice hoarse and disbelieving:

“Monaco, baby!”

“P1, mate. That’s a win. That’s a win.”

It hit her all at once. The noise, the relief, the tears she hadn’t even realised were welling up in her eyes. Her fingers were shaking. Her throat ached.

People were yelling, hugging, climbing the pit wall.

And then, through it all, she saw him, helmet in one hand, suit half unzipped, running.

Not walking.

Not smiling for the cameras.

Running. Straight past every mic and mechanic, eyes scanning the crowd like he couldn’t breathe until he found her.

And then he did.

He didn’t slow down. Just pulled her into his arms with a desperate kind of urgency, like he was trying to hold onto something real before it slipped away.

His body was warm against hers, solid and steady, grounding him. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, thudding like a drum beneath her hand.

His forehead dropped to her temple, breath ragged and uneven.

“You’re my luck,” he whispered, voice thick. “I needed you here."

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice low and trembling just a little.

She looked up, searching his eyes as if she was measuring the truth behind the question.

“Yes,” she breathed.

His hands moved gently, one slid from her waist up to cup the back of her neck, fingers threading into the loose strands of hair there. The other settled on her hip, steady and grounding.

He leaned in slowly, letting the moment stretch between them, the noise of the crowd fading to a dull hum.

Their lips met, soft, tentative at first, before the quiet urgency beneath it pulled them closer. His touch was careful but certain, his hands holding her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

When they finally parted, his forehead stayed pressed against hers, breath mingling.

No words were needed. Everything they hadn’t said was there, in the lingering warmth of his hands, the steady beat of their hearts, and the way they fit together like something real finally taking shape.

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ynusername there's no peace like you 🤍

user24 they're GONE. they are in LOVE.

user25 i need what they have desperately

The city outside was quiet now. Monaco’s usual hum of traffic and distant laughter had faded into soft whispers carried by the cool night breeze. Inside his apartment, the low light cast golden pools across the room, softening the edges of everything.

She was curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the one with the faint smell of leather and motor oil that somehow smelled like home. The sleeves swallowed her hands, and she kept pulling them tighter around her fingers, like holding onto the fabric might hold back all the noise and chaos of the day.

He stood in the kitchen, absently stirring his tea, but his eyes never left her. The way she sat there, small and a little vulnerable, made his chest tighten with something he wasn’t ready to name.

He took a slow, deliberate step toward the couch, the quiet creak of his shoes barely noticeable, but in this stillness, it felt like thunder.

Sitting down beside her, he let his shoulder brush against hers. The contact was small, but it made her still. His fingers twitched, almost like they wanted to reach out but were waiting for permission.

When he finally did, his hand slid over hers, thumb brushing her knuckles softly. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers curled around his, tentative at first, then firmer, as if she was afraid to let go.

“You were incredible today,” she said, voice soft, almost a whisper, like she was telling a secret just to him.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm. “I only raced hard because I wanted you to see it.”

Her eyes met his, wide and shimmering in the soft light. “I saw everything. You were...unstoppable.”

The way she looked at him, like he was the only thing she’d been waiting for, made his throat tighten. He shifted just enough to wrap an arm around her, pulling her a little closer without breaking the fragile calm.

She leaned into him, her head resting lightly against his chest, breath warm and steady. He could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, a quiet rhythm that somehow slowed the pounding of his own heart.

For a while, they sat like that, wrapped in the kind of silence that didn’t need filling. The soft glow of the lamp, the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the leather on his jacket, the comforting weight of her body against his, all of it made everything else fade away.

She lifted her head just enough to look up at him, eyes full of something that made his heart catch.

“Stay with me,” she whispered.

He didn’t hesitate. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb tracing the line of her jaw with infinite care.

“Always,” he said, voice low and sure.

He leaned down slowly, brushing his forehead against hers, savoring the small heat between them. His fingers tangled in her hair, gentle and possessive, holding her close as their lips met in a kiss that was soft but full of everything they hadn’t said yet, hope, fear, promise, and something dangerously like love.

When they finally parted, they stayed close, foreheads touching, breaths mingling in the quiet night.

And in that stillness, surrounded by the calm after the storm, they found a kind of peace neither had been expecting, but both desperately needed.

I actually can't, I had to redo this at least ten times. But anything for the grind. Essentially, I never sleep! Anyways, as always, let me know if you have suggestions or requests for anything else! Also, if you want to join the taglist, as well!!

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public-benches · 3 days ago

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Hi I was one of the campers during that year (go valks) and I want to add a little reporting from the kids’ perspective because this event haunted the camp for years after it happened. Like everyone knew the Zac Efron Died story even if you weren’t there that year and if you WERE there that year it was retold like an oral history passed down between generations because again, no technology to share it with and nothing more than a few ambitious girls’ diaries as evidence cataloguing this great historical landmark.

Anyways I was there that year, and as some cultural context for readers, the way that young girls create community when cut off from the outside world and the internet and without any men around is… kind of incredible. We all wore uniforms, like just white collared shirts and blue fabric shorts every day, and I didn’t think much of it at the time but I think that really contributed to breaking down social barriers that might have otherwise remained from The Real World. There was nothing else to do or worry about for an entire month, so we lived pretty harmoniously in this bubble and made our own fun.

The Zac Efron Incident was like a fire catching in a field of dead grass. The downside of cutting a large community of girls off from the outside world is that every scrap of information becomes 100 times more precious and impactful, and there’s nothing to distract us from supposed tragedy.

Some people remember where they were during 9/11. I remember where I was when Zac Efron “died”. I was in line for the showers because that was usually the time mail was distributed. One moment everything was normal. The next, everyone around me was breaking out into the same conversation: “oh my god, did you hear? Is it true? So and so told me that so and so’s bunkie got a letter saying… yeah she saw it! It’s true!” And then the town criers came wailing down the streets: “ZAC EFRON IS DEAD!” And the whispering turned into chaos, and girls were crying and clinging to each other and running to tell their friends in their cabins, and it was a whole mess.

For my part, I had never seen high school musical. I knew the name Zac Efron but I couldn’t place a face to save my life. I didn’t care if this guy had died. Half the girls in my cabin didn’t care either. What we REALLY cared about was joining the fun, because this was the craziest thing to happen at camp the whole month we’d been there, and we were barely in middle school, and obviously girls our age were supposed to care about hot TV boys, so we played along. Everyone else was upset, so I had to be upset to appropriately share in the others’ pain, but mostly I was just having fun. I didn’t take to the streets or anything myself but I enjoyed the rush of adrenaline every time I heard another cabin go up in screams because someone knew found out, and people came running in and out of our cabin like at least twenty times to make sure we knew too and that they hadn’t missed anybody. It was less that they wanted everyone to know and more that everyone wanted to witness the moment when the news broke to someone who hadn’t heard it yet. Girls who wouldn’t have given me the time of day on the Outside were desperate to keep me in the loop at camp, and for a little oddball like me this was quite the addictive thrill.

But because of this, it was also really difficult to calm the girls down and convince us Zac Efron was alive. We didn’t want to believe it: this was the biggest thing that had happened all month, and it was a lie? So a lot of girls held out in their mourning, either out of genuine conviction or just because it was fun to be so upset about something that big, and the knowledge that it was probably not true almost made it safer to engage with the idea that it could be. Schrödinger’s Zac Efron: he’s both alive and dead until camp ends and the girls can see for themselves whether or not it’s true. I’m pretty sure on the final day of camp when some girls got their phones back it was the very first thing they looked up.

But yeah, I don’t know if anything quite that nuclear ever hit camp again. It was a perfect storm. The day Zac Efron died.

The most dramatic moment during my Camp Counseling career at an all girls camp was when a girl got a letter from a friend saying that Zac Efron had died and one of her bunkmates ran out of the cabin and shouted “ZAC EFRON IS DEAD!!!!!” and the camp immediately fell into chaos girls were crying in the middle of camp and running around spreading the news everyone was yelling and the counselors had to look up wether or not Zac Efron was dead (this is a wireless camp so the girls couldn’t access the internet and check for themselves) and then get out a megaphone and be like “ZAC EFRON IS NOT DEAD PLEASE REMAIN CALM” outside of all the cabins it was insanity.

#the zac efron story #never forget #see yall at reunion when my year rolls around

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cameronsbabydoll · 2 days ago

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BASIC TRAINING — CHAPTER FIFTEEN

WARNINGS — Emotional breakdown, begging, soft smut, possessive behavior, power imbalance, intense emotional content, references to previous sexual content, 18+ only.

The summer is dying, and you feel it in the air—cooler nights, shorter days, the faint yellowing of the leaves beyond the base’s concrete walls. Your bags are half-packed in your room, clothes folded in neat stacks, your notebook tucked away with pages you haven’t touched since Rafe claimed you, body and soul. Your dad’s reassignment orders for Rafe sit on his desk, unsigned but looming, a ticking clock you’ve been ignoring. You’re supposed to leave in three days, back to your mom’s house, back to a life that doesn’t include sneaking to bunks or strawberry fields or Rafe’s hands marking you as his.

You’re sitting on your bed, staring at the wall, when you hear it—a knock, sharp and urgent, not the soft tap Rafe usually uses. Your heart lurches, because you know it’s him, know it’s something big, something final. You open the door, and there he is, leaning against the frame, his dog tags glinting under his open jacket, his eyes wild, red-rimmed, like he hasn’t slept in days. His hair’s a mess, his cargo pants wrinkled, and he looks like he’s been running, or fighting, or breaking.

“Sunshine,” he says, voice rough, low, almost a plea, and it’s not his usual smug drawl, not the cocky playboy who kissed you in front of the base or fingered you in a drive-thru. It’s Rafe, raw and unraveling, and it scares you, because you’ve never seen him like this.

“Rafe,” you whisper, stepping back to let him in, your hands shaking. “What’s wrong?”

He shuts the door, locks it, and leans against it, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon. His eyes lock on yours, and there’s something desperate in them, something that makes your throat tight, your heart pound. “I can’t do it,” he says, voice cracking, and he steps closer, his hands reaching for you but stopping short, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. “I can’t let you go.”

You freeze, your breath catching, because you’ve been dreading this, knowing it was coming, but hearing it—seeing him like this—makes it real. “Rafe,” you start, but he cuts you off, stepping closer, his hands finding your face, cupping it gently, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“No, listen,” he says, voice urgent, shaking. “Summer’s ending, and you’re gonna leave, and I can’t—I can’t fucking breathe thinking about it, sunshine. I’ll leave the military. I’ll walk away from all of it—my rank, my career, everything. Just say the word, and I’m done. I’ll stay with you, wherever you want. Just don’t go.”

You’re crying now, tears slipping down your cheeks, because you’ve never heard him beg, never seen him so broken, so willing to throw it all away for you. His hands are trembling, his eyes searching yours, and you feel it—the weight of his obsession, the depth of his love, the way he’s surrendered everything to you. “Rafe,” you whisper, your voice breaking, your hands gripping his wrists, holding him there. “You can’t… you can’t give that up for me.”

“I can,” he says, fierce and desperate, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot and uneven. “I will. You’re mine, sunshine, and I’m yours, and I don’t give a fuck about anything else. Just tell me to stay. Tell me you want me.”

You’re sobbing now, full, ugly sobs, because you do, you want him, more than anything, more than you ever thought you could want anyone. “I want you,” you say, voice raw, your hands fisting his jacket, pulling him closer. “I love you, Rafe. I don’t want to go.”

He groans, a sound that’s half relief, half pain, and kisses you, soft and desperate, his lips trembling against yours. It’s not like the other kisses, not possessive or rough or claiming—it’s reverent, like he’s worshipping you, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you against him, and you feel his heart pounding, fast and erratic, like he’s still scared.

“I’m here,” you whisper against his lips, your hands in his hair, your body pressed to his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls back, just enough to look at you, his eyes wet, his jaw tight. “You mean that?” he asks, voice hoarse. “You’ll stay? With me?”

You nod, tears streaming, and he kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding under your shirt, gentle but needy, like he’s trying to memorize you. “I love you,” he says, voice breaking, his lips brushing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Fuck, I love you so much, sunshine. You’re everything.”

You’re both crying now, clinging to each other, and he lifts you, carrying you to your bed, laying you down like you’re fragile, like you’re sacred. He’s gentle, so gentle it hurts, his hands slow as he pulls your shirt off, your shorts, your panties, leaving you bare under him. He strips too, his tags clinking as he tosses his jacket, his pants, and then he’s over you, his weight warm, grounding, his eyes locked on yours.

“You sure, baby?” he asks, voice soft but heavy, his hand brushing your thigh, his thumb tracing the marks he left last night. “We don’t have to. I just… I need you.”

“I’m sure,” you whisper, your hands pulling him closer, your legs wrapping around his hips. “I need you too.”

He kisses you, slow and deep, and pushes into you, gentle, so gentle it makes you cry harder, because it’s not just sex—it’s love, it’s surrender, it’s everything you’ve been building since that first day. He moves slow, his hands cradling your face, his lips brushing your tears, his breath hitching with every thrust. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, voice soft and filthy, reverent and raw. “So mine, sunshine. Always mine.”

You whimper, your hands gripping his back, your body arching into his, because it’s too much, too perfect, the way he’s loving you like it’s the last time. “I’m yours,” you sob, your voice breaking, your nails digging into his skin. “I love you, Rafe.”

He groans, his movements steady, deep, his lips on your neck, leaving soft kisses, not marks this time, just love. “Say it again,” he whispers, voice shaking, his hand sliding between you, his fingers finding your clit, slow and gentle. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your body trembling, the pleasure building, soft but overwhelming, like a wave you can’t fight. “I’m yours, I love you, I’m staying.”

He comes with you, both of you breaking together, soft and quiet, your bodies shaking, your breaths mingling, his lips on yours as you fall apart. It’s not rough, not brutal, just love, pure and desperate, and when it’s over, he doesn’t pull away, just stays inside you, his forehead against yours, his hands holding you like you’re his lifeline.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispers, voice hoarse, his eyes wet, his tags cool against your chest. “Never, sunshine. You’re mine forever.”

You nod, crying, smiling, because you believe him, because you want it, because you’re his. He pulls the blanket over you, holding you close, his lips brushing your temple, your hair, your cheeks, like he can’t stop, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he does.

You fall asleep like that, tangled in him, his arms tight around you, his breath steady in your ear. You don’t dream, because you don’t need to. He’s here, real, yours, and you’re staying.

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The next morning, you’re woken by a knock, sharp and loud, and you jolt, your heart lurching. Rafe’s arm tightens around you, protective, possessive, but he’s awake too, his eyes narrowing toward the door. “Stay here,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, pulling on his pants as he stands.

You pull the blanket to your chest, your stomach twisting, because you know who it is before the door even opens. Your dad steps in, his uniform crisp, his face hard, but when he sees you—sees Rafe, shirtless, standing between you and him, sees the way you’re curled in Rafe’s bed, your eyes red from crying—something shifts in his expression. Not anger, not rage, but something softer, something broken.

“Dad,” you start, your voice small, but he raises a hand, silencing you.

He looks at Rafe, his jaw tight, his eyes searching. “You serious about her?” he asks, voice low, rough, like he’s forcing the words out. “You willing to give it all up for her?”

Rafe doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t flinch. “Yes, sir,” he says, voice steady, his hand reaching back to find yours, lacing your fingers together. “I’d walk away from everything. But I don’t think you want that. You see her, don’t you? She’s happy. With me.”

Your dad’s eyes flick to you, and you see it—the realization, the pain, the way he’s been fighting this, fighting you, because he thought he was protecting you. But you’re not a little girl anymore, and he sees it now, sees the way you’re holding Rafe’s hand, the way you’re looking at him, like he’s your world.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just stands there, his hands on his hips, his eyes wet. Then he nods, sharp and final, and turns to leave. “I’m not signing the orders,” he says, voice low, barely audible. “But you hurt her, Cameron, and I’ll end you.”

The door shuts behind him, and you’re crying again, relief and love and everything crashing over you. Rafe turns, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight, his lips on your hair. “It’s over, sunshine,” he murmurs, voice soft, shaking. “You’re staying. With me.”

You nod, sobbing, smiling, because it’s real, it’s done, and you’re his, forever. You kiss him, soft and desperate, and he kisses you back, like you’re his last mission, his only mission, his everything.

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nekonaps0 · 2 days ago

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Hiii, first time requesting smth from you but i LOVE your work! Its just so easy to read, its descriptive but not too wordy, which is a pet peeve of mine for fan fics lol.

Anyway, could you write a reader/idia of an unlikely pairing? Like the reader is almost a polar opposite of idia but they somehow manage to get together?

Thank you so much! And again, keep up the good work <3

Out of my league

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Idia

✦Social anxiety (Idia), fluff overdose, Idia overthinking literally everything

The first time Idia Shroud noticed you, it was because you were loud.

Not in the annoying way. Not in the “make him mute the game” way. Just…so present.

You moved through Night Raven like you belonged in the center of every scene: laughing in the dining hall, calling out to people in the hallway, showing up to class with glitter on your face and a joke in your mouth. You wore the loudest colors. You clapped when you laughed.

You were, in every possible way, a walking migraine to his quiet existence.

So why, in the name of all things, did his stomach do a weird little flutter every time you passed by?

It started with an accident. You had wandered into the Ignihyde dorm looking for Ortho who adored you, naturally and you got lost.

He panicked when you suddenly knocked on his door and you just stand in his doorstep with a big smile. Not because he didn’t want you there. But because his room was a disaster of cables, figurines, wall-to-wall monitors, and one very red, very reclusive housewarden in pajama pants…

You looked around with stars in your eyes and said

“Holy crap, your room looks like the inside of an anime opening! This is SO COOL.”

Idia glitched.

Like, emotionally glitched.

No one ever said his world was cool. He spent years trying to keep it separate from everyone else’s.

You plopped down on his beanbag chair like you belonged there and pointed at one of his favorite rare figurines.

“Is that the limited edition figurine from that new anime? One of my friend has one. He says it’s cursed.”

He choked on his own spit.

You grinned. “So… are you cursed too?”

He didn’t know what to do with that.

•

You didn’t stop visiting.

At first, Idia assumed you were just being nice, or maybe doing some weird social experiment to see if he’d explode.

But you kept showing up. Kept dragging him into sunlight… metaphorically, thank the gods… and demanding his opinion on things.

“Would you still like me if I was a worm?”

 “Which anime would we be the power couple in?”

 “Should I dye my hair blue to match yours, or would that be cringe?”

He answered in stammers and soft muttering, while his hair burned pink like he was about to self-combust.

You made it worse by leaning in every time.

Like he was worth listening to.

The thing about you was: you never asked him to change.

You didn’t force him to go to parties. You didn’t drag him into crowds. You just… showed up. With snacks. With stories. With shiny trinkets and strange animal facts and the warmest presence he’d ever known.

And somehow, despite all odds, Idia started opening the door before you knocked.

One day, he asked.

“Why do you… like hanging out with someone like me?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re, like, sunshine and shouting. And I’m… basement gloom and digital ghosts.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “And yet, here you are, warming up to me like a lizard in a heat lamp.”

He short-circuited.

But you weren’t done.

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re easy to be around. You don’t fake things. You care about stuff…like, deeply. And when you talk about the things you love? You glow, Idia. You’re brilliant.”

He stared. Speechless.

And then you kissed his cheek. Casual. Soft. Like it wasn’t the biggest moment of his life.

“Also,” you added, winking, “you’re cuter than you think.”

Idia was red for six hours straight.

•

It took time…weeks…months, loaded silences and soft heartbeats, but eventually…

You were curled beside him on the bed, watching a boss fight. You shouted excitedly when he landed a crit. He blushed. You cheered. He muttered something about how his “damage stat increased just because you were watching.”

And then, quietly, tentatively, he took your hand.

“I don’t… I mean, I didn’t think… someone like you could like someone like me.”

You turned and kissed the top of his head.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Shroud. We’re a legendary drop—rare, chaotic, and somehow exactly what we needed.

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Hiiii~ I hope you like it ✨

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femmesport · 2 days ago

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warnings: mature themes, language, underage drinking wc: 6.5k an: in this story Azzi is Aubrey's little sister who is also a little in love with Paige. This is part 1 with part 2 coming soon. Also please note this is unedited because did we expect anything else prompt: Azzi has a sister named Aubrey. prompt: Aubrey and Paige became best friends during their time playing basketball together. Being best friends, they knew that family was off limits. Eventually, Azzi’s crush on Paige becomes obvious and Paige realizes Azzi is more than her best friend’s little sister.

Growing up, Azzi always thought it was great having a sister so close in age. They were barely a year apart in age and did everything together. It was the person she could trust the most, and one of her closest friends.

Despite being so close in age, Azzi and her sister had always had different interests. Azzi was into soccer, reading, and staying in. Aubrey was more outgoing and played basketball. In these different areas, they excelled and made friends that allowed them to develop into individuals.

When it came time to really think about the future, Azzi knew she wanted to continue with soccer. This desire led to her signing to play soccer at the same college her sister had played basketball, UCONN.

It was the perfect situation! They both could grow and develop into individuals but also have someone to have their back when they were away from home. Except, right now it was not so great.

Aubrey had been giving Azzi the unofficial welcome tour of campus. She decided to bring Azzi to the basketball facilities to bring her around some familiar faces. While all of this seemed to be kind and helpful, Azzi couldn’t help the pit forming in her stomach.

Growing up, there were a few of Aubrey’s teammates that have continued to come around and be strong fixtures in their life. One of those was Paige Bueckers. Paige Bueckers was a basketball legend, the current face of UCONN’s women’s basketball team, and the object of an embarrassing crush Azzi had been harboring for more than ten years now.

Azzi liked to consider herself to be confident, smooth, and composed. Instead, around Paige she became a bumbling fool who couldn’t stop flushing. She was pretty sure Paige knew but never said anything. Azzi was always the little sister figure to Paige.

Paige also never said anything because Azzi wasn’t out. Not to her family at least. She knew her family had been supportive of Aubrey, or at least they tried. But she also saw that her mom then placed the faith in Azzi to live normally.

Azzi’s heart rate quickened as Aubrey held open the locker room door for her.

She took a deep breath in. All she had to do was make it through this encounter and then they’ll go their separate ways. She’ll be busy with the start of the soccer season and Aubrey and her team will be swept up in the madness that is UCONN basketball.

The voices slowly filter into Azzi’s ears with an intense volume. Through all the laughter, shouting, and boisterousness, Azzi could only hear one laugh. The laugh she has been smitten with since before it was the object of every social media edit posted in the last year.

“Azzi!” KK’s voice rings through the players and a figure is running and wrapping her arms around Azzi before she could even process what was happening.

Azzi’s breath is caught for a moment before she laughs and returns the hug to KK.

“Hi,” her voice is breathy in laughter.

“Oh my goodness you are my favorite between you and your sister, you know that right” KK is pulling out of the hug and squeezing Azzi’s cheeks between her palms.

Azzi just laughs, stepping back while Aubrey shoves KK slightly. Azzi takes a moment to look around. She sees many of the players laughing at the moment and waving in her direction.

The last set of eyes she meets are the piercing blue ones that glint with a smirk. Azzi’s smile falters for a split second at the approaching girl. She quickly returns the smile brightly as KK steps back letting Paige step into Azzi’s space instead.

“What’s up little princess?” Paige says, wrapping her arms around Azzi and referring to her by the god awful nickname she has used as long as she had known her.

Azzi wraps her arms around Paige with a soft smile. “Currently interacting with my sister’s most insufferable teammate.”

“Whatever, you love me” Paige chuckles and releases Azzi taking a step back.

You have no idea, Azzi thinks.

“So, what are you guys up to?” Azzi asks after a moment, taking a step back to look around at the team.

“Well, some of us just finished up strength training and others are getting ready to head in” Aubrey starts, “since I was giving you the official tour, I switched to the later training. I am going to have to go now, but Paige can take you back to your dorm.”

Azzi's heart drops as she swivels her head quickly to meet the blonde’s eyes. She just smiled but Azzi senses this is just as much of a surprise to her as it was to Azzi.

“What if I had plans?” Paige turns to Aubrey who just shrugs.

“You would figure it out” Aubrey pats Paige’s shoulder and heads to her locker.

“Azzi, don’t let her fool you, her post work out plans include napping” Aubrey looks up at Azzi with a smirk and Azzi just lets out a small laugh trying to seem more calm than she was.

“Alright, well, give me like five minutes and I’ll be ready” Paige turns to Azzi in explanation. Azzi just nods as Paige turns back to her locker.

KK finally returned in front of Azzi as Paige stepped away. “Okay, so there is this party you should definitely come to with us! It is your first real night here, and we need to make sure you’re shown the ropes of college. Plus, your sister would actually go out with us if it meant hanging out with you.”

KK is beaming and Azzi smiles in return with a small laugh, “I’d be down.”

“Just so we are clear, you will not be drinking though” Aubrey doesn’t look up from the shoes she was messing with.

“Okay, mom,” Azzi rolls her eyes.

“We’ll work on that one” KK whispers dramatically and Azzi nods with a giggle.

“Alright, but you should be ready by like eight-ish tonight. We’ll pick you up,” Jana explains, stepping up to join their conversation.

They continue like this in a smooth flow of conversation.

After a few moments a soft touch settles on her shoulder. Azzi tenses up knowing Paige had stepped up beside them.

“You ready,” her voice was soft and Azzi swears to God she almost melted in that moment. Instead, she nods, not trusting her knees to not give out.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys later” Azzi reaches forward hugging KK and Jana who smile and wave her off.

It is only when they are outside the locker room and the voices have faded that Azzi realizes she would have to be alone with Paige. The silence hits Azzi like a freight train and wraps around the two of them in a heavy weight.

They stay silent until they reach Paige’s car. Paige walks to the passenger side and opens the door up for Azzi. It wasn’t anything new, it was a product of the manners her parents had taught her, but it made Azzi’s heart skip a beat all the same.

“You hungry” Paige asks as Azzi was buckling in, she stood outside the door having not yet shut it.

“A bit, yeah” Azzi softly says, turning to face Paige who smiles and nods.

“I’m sure all the moving and campus tours have been exhausting. Let’s go grab something to eat” Paige offers and Azzi just nods.

Paige shuts the door and heads around the car to the driver’s side. As she gets in starting the car, Azzi grabs onto her seatbelt with a squeeze. She had been alone with Paige more times than she could ever remember, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“You want aux?” Paige asks as she looks over to Azzi. Azzi just shakes her head and looks back ahead trying to avoid eye contact.

“Alright, SZA good?” Paige asks, looking down at her own phone connecting it to the car.

“Sure,” Azzi whispers out and Paige pauses looking up at her with a knowing smirk.

“Since when are you so shy around me?” she asks and Azzi flushes, “I know I am irresistible, but we can’t communicate only in head motions and one word responses.”

Azzi leans her head back with a groan, “oh my god, Paige. You are ridiculous.” Paige laughs and Azzi feels the tension leaving her body. She knew that was probably the intention, but couldn’t help feeling appreciation at the small moment.

Paige smirks and returns to her phone. Eventually Take You Down by SZA is flowing through the speakers and Paige is doing the stupidly attractive one hand on the wheel drive. Azzi has long since accepted that she finds her sister’s best friend attractive, but it doesn’t make it any less mortifying each time they are this close to each other.

“So, where are we eating?” Azzi asks and Paige turns down that music to offer up even more of her attention to the conversation.

“There is this little café that has some good food with even better smoothies and protein shakes, figured we could go there” Paige shrugs and Azzi just nods in her direction letting the silence fill the car again.

After a few moments and Paige’s tapping on the steering wheel, they pull into a parking lot of what looks like a little cottage. There was a sign out front claiming it to be a cozy café. Paige pulls into an empty spot and turns the car off. They sit still for a moment.

“Your sister is really excited for you to be here…and she is, like, fiercely proud of you” Paige’s voice is soft.

Her voice is soft in the way that touches the insecurities that Azzi lets fester. The insecurities that have settled into her bones and rooted so deeply she can hardly believe it when anyone says she deserves anything. Azzi has always struggled with feeling inadequate and trying to get the approval of those around her.

“I am excited to be here, I just really hope I make her proud,” Azzi’s voice is soft and quiet. Her head is focused down and her hands folded in her lap.

“You do everyday” Paige says simply and Azzi lets out a shaky breath at that.

Paige gives Azzi a moment as she steps out of the car and walks around to open the door for her. Azzi unbuckles and avoids eye contact as she steps out of the car and follows behind Paige into the little cottage.

They get seated and handed menus. Azzi hated going to new places without enough time and prep to think about a plan for what to get ahead of time.

“I think you would really like their veggie omelette," Paige says, not looking up from her own menu.

Azzi pauses and looks up at the girl across from her, “huh?”

“Remember the omelettes your mom used to make and load up with all that nasty stuff for you?” Paige looks up to meet Azzi’s eyes, “they have something like that here.”

Azzi pauses and flushes. The embarrassing kind of flush that resembles a middle schooler finding out their crush knows who they are.

“Oh, uhm, okay, thanks” Azzi gets out and looks back down at the menu hoping to hide her face.

“Hello ladies, how are we doing today?” an older lady steps up to their table with a small notebook and pen pad.

“We’re doing well, thank you. How about you?” Paige responds so politely that Azzi is pretty sure she melted into the torn cushion of the booth they were sitting in.

“Doing just fine, thank you. What can I get for you ladies today?” The older woman looked at Paige.

“I will do the chocolate protein shake and then could I have the steak, egg, and cheese bagel” Paige smiles up at the older woman and Azzi melts at the sight.

“Sure thing, and for you?” the older woman shifts her focus to Azzi who sputters forgetting she would have to order.

“Oh, uh, I’ll just have a water and the veggie omelette” Azzi sputters out handing the lady their menus.

“Alright, I will get that going,” the lady grabs the menus and walks away.

Paige smirks at her, “you’re going to love it, swear.”

“I really hope so, I didn’t have enough time to look at the menu and actually think” Azzi playfully retorts and Paige’s smirk just grows.

“How are you feeling about UCONN so far?” Paige asks sincerely and her smirk shifts into more of a smile.

“It’s been really good! Everyone has been super helpful and nice,” Azzi explains and Paige’s eyes don’t leave her once. When she listens, she has a face of intense concentration holding onto every word Azzi is saying.

Paige listens attentively as Azzi describes her excitement for the soccer season and training. She doesn’t interrupt when Azzi is describing her concerns and feelings of inadequacy compared to the older players on the team. Paige listened and held onto every word while Azzi spoke.

As the food arrived, Azzi had finished expressing her concerns and settled into the silence. Paige let the words hang before responding. She gave Azzi the space to continue if needed.

“While I am sure that some of these older players have settled into the routine of playing soccer here, I think they are probably just as intimidated by you,” Paige pauses making eye contact with Azzi.

“You were one of the top recruits in the country and you went to a school not even notorious for the sport. You had offers from the top soccer schools in the country and yet you chose to a school that held a stronger sentimental value. Owning that at your age is something the older players wish they could have” Paige shrugs as if she isn’t providing some of the best insights Azzi has heard.

“You’ve earned your spot, now prove it. Show them what you’re about Az,” Paige shrugs looking back down at her food and Azzi does the same.

“Thank you, Paige” Azzi says softly and while Paige doesn’t look up, she does smile down at her food.

The rest of their meal is spent in quiet conversations about college and the expectations. The two share training schedules and discuss season starts. By the time they had finished, they had been so engrossed in conversation, Azzi hadn’t even had time to object as Paige handed her card to the waitress.

“You do not have to pay” Azzi pouts and Paige just shrugs with a laugh.

“Your sister would kill me if I didn’t” Paige smiles and Azzi pauses.

Right. This was simple and easy, but at the end of the day Paige was Aubrey’s best friend.

“Right,” Azzi starts, “well thank you.”

The waitress returns and Paige quickly signs the receipt before leading them back to the car. She opens the door again and Azzi buckles in quietly feeling a lot more at ease than she had earlier.

The rest of the ride is mostly quiet without incident. Paige pulls into the athletic apartment complex and hurries around to let Azzi out.

“Which building are you in?” Paige asks and Azzi can hear the question of ‘can I see’ in her voice.

Instead, Azzi points, “oh, uhm, I am in this one. I think I am going to try to unpack before tonight” Azzi explains, pointing in the direction of the building on the left.

“Well, I am in that building too, I guess I’ll be seeing you around” Paige smiles and bumps Azzi’s shoulder. Azzi just smiles in return.

Once they make it to the building, Azzi heads to the elevator. The basketball team monopolized the first floor and her dorm was pushed to an upper floor.

“Thanks again for lunch, Paige” Azzi stops and turns to smile at Paige.

“Hey, no problem, any time” Paige puts her hands in her pockets and nods at Azzi.

Azzi was quick to turn around and head to the elevator. As she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor, she took one last look at Paige who was still standing there. They held eye contact.

As the doors closed, Azzi let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

Being in love with someone so close to your family isn’t nearly as fun as the media made it out to be. You are around them all the time and they look at you the same way they look at their little siblings. Azzi accepted a long time ago that Paige can find a crush funny and think of it as childish. She also accepted that Paige was too nice to ever make fun of her or be rude about it.

The doors opened and Azzi pushed herself off the back wall of the elevator and towards her dorm door. Her roommate had been unpacking with her family when Azzi had left hours ago. Now that she had spent some time away, she saw a majority of the things in the living room unpacked and organized.

Her roommate Lauren was sitting on the couch scrolling on her computer. Her and Lauren were both new recruits this year for soccer. They had been to most recruitment events and practices together. They bonded quickly at their shared love for UCONN.

“Hey, how was your tour?” Lauren asked, looking up briefly from her computer. Azzi fell into the couch beside her roommate with a groan.

“Meh, it was fine. Aubrey likes to act like I haven’t been here for her before and recruitment doesn’t cover all of it,” Azzi leans back, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m sure she still pointed out some new stuff,” Lauren offers and Azzi just hums in acknowledgement.

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, “my sister and her teammates invited me to this party thing tonight, would you want to go?”

“A party with the UCONN women’s basketball team, uhm, yes!” Lauren shrieks out excitedly.

Azzi snorts and opens her eyes, leaning up, “I cannot wait for you to be severely disappointed in how lame they are.”

“Listen, they could be a brick wall, but if they look like Paige Bueckers or Caroline Ducharme, I think I can put up with it” Lauren is fully facing Azzi at this point with way too much excitement.

Azzi flushes at the mention of Paige. She had yet to tell Lauren the history there and doubted that would ever be something she would willingly reveal. Instead, she just laughs at the antics and shrugs.

“We need to be ready by eight-ish,” Azzi offers and Lauren quickly stands up.

“Okay, I need to take a shower, I think I can make the little time we have work” Azzi laughs.

“What do you mean? It is only four.”

“Azzi, be so for real right now, I need to shave EVERYTHING.”

Azzi rolls her eyes and heads to her own room. She looked around at the boxes and decided very quickly that her freshman year would likely be spent living out of boxes. She had what she needed out and that would be enough.

She sighed and began picking through her clothes. She figured by the time Lauren was done with her everything shower she would be right at the time she needed to begin getting ready.

She began picking through the closet and was quick to fall victim to her usual indecisiveness. She had so many clothes and nothing that seemed appropriate to wear to her first college party.

It took her about an hour and a half to settle on some cargo style jeans and a buttoned black cropped tank top. In that time, Lauren had finished her shower and let Azzi go in to take her own.

Deciding to do a full skin care and hair wash routine, Azzi was left with an hour and a half once she was done. She spent that time doing her hair and looking at her makeup for a good thirty minutes before settling on a look. She decided to go with simple coverage and lip gloss.

Her outfit was simple but she looked good. Good in the way that she hoped no one could tell she was a nervous freshman at her first party.

She joined Lauren in the living room who had on dark cargo jeans as well with a cream colored sports bra styled cropped tank top. They had very similar outfits, but Lauren was definitely carrying all of the confidence to cover her and what Azzi was lacking.

By the time it was eight, Azzi had become so anxious.

The knock on the door drew Azzi from her thoughts and she got up with a sigh. She reached the door and opened it to see her sister and Paige. Her sister was standing with a smile while Paige was leaning on the wall right outside her door.

“Aw, Azzi, you look so cute!” Aubrey says pushing past her and into her dorm. Paige smiled at her with her eyes running up and down her body before stepping into her dorm.

Paige looked good. Like the type of good that made Azzi’s heart and stomach drop and flip. She had her hair down which was already Azzi’s kryptonite. She had on baggy camo pants that fell low on her hips. On top she had a white top that fit snuggly ending just below her chest.

Azzi took a deep breath before shutting the door behind the two girls.

“Hey, Lauren” Aubrey said to the girl who was standing in front of the kitchen counter looking so calm and collected. Azzi was impressed by her ability to shift between thirsting over a girl to acting like seeing her in the dorm was the most normal thing ever.

“Oh, hey Aubrey,” Lauren smiles at Aubrey and looks past her to Paige, “I’m Lauren, Azzi’s teammate.” She offers her hand up and Paige smiles offering hers back with a soft shake.

“I am Paige, Aubrey’s teammate” Paige says smiling and Lauren giggles.

“Do you want me to pretend I didn’t know that?” Lauren asks and Paige dips her head with a small laugh.

“Alright, so Paige is going to drive us there. She is staying sober tonight and so are you,” Aubrey pauses pointing at Azzi, “Lauren, respectfully, I don’t care what you do. Just be safe and don’t drag me into it.”

Lauren mock salutes Aubrey with a laugh. Azzi hears her sister but knows KK will find a way to get her a drink or two. Instead of pointing that out, she just nods and lets her sister lead them out of their dorm.

They head down and all find their way into Paige’s car. Aubrey sat up front with Lauren and Azzi in the backseat. Paige doesn’t give anyone a chance to suggest music before playing her own.

The car ride is mostly filled with music and side conversations from Aubrey asking everyone about their class schedules and strength training. Azzi does her part to answer the best she can, but occasionally stumbles over words as she would meet Paige’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

Beyond her inability to form fully coherent sentences when making eye contact with Paige, Azzi would consider the car ride an overall success. They pull into the parking lot of a large campus house and see a bunch of people sitting on the porch with the door wide open exposing even more people inside.

Paige leads the way and the three other girls follow her in. Once they spot the rest of the team, they find their way over. KK immediately yells as she spots them.

“Alright, lucky for you all I have four shots with your names on them,” KK wiggles her eyebrows and reaches to hand them out.

“Make it two, I am driving and Azzi is not allowed,” Paige explains and Azzi rolls her eyes. She reaches out and grabs the shot, throwing it back before Paige or her sister have time to stop her.

“Azzi!” Aubrey groans and Paige just looks at her with a small smirk.

“What? Would you rather I drink without you and risk putting myself in danger,” Azzi bats her eyes pulling out all the cards she knows to make Aubrey fold.

Aubrey just rolls her eyes and grabs the shots for her and Lauren before throwing them back as well.

“Okay, little Aubrey, who is she?” KK asks, nudging her chin in Lauren’s direction.

“Oh, right, this is Lauren. She is my teammate and roommate” Azzi explains and KK is quick to pull Lauren over and into the group.

“Hey, if I wanted to get an actual drink that wasn’t like a burst of lighter fluid, where would I find that?” Azzi asks to no one in particular.

Paige looks at Aubrey who just shrugs, “follow me.”

Azzi followed Paige through the crowd of bodies and out the back door. There were less people out here making the volume a lot more manageable. Paige leads Azzi to a folding table someone had set up in the back year. On it were various seltzer cans, bottles, and cups with random mixtures.

“You should get something in a can or bottle,” Paige offers, “it’s hard to tell what people are putting in those cups.”

“Any recommendations?” Azzi asks, looking out over the options of cans and bottles.

Paige just looks at Azzi for a moment before reaching out and grabbing a random seltzer and opening it for Azzi. She hands it to Azzi who takes a sip.

“Slightly better than rubbing alcohol, thanks Paige” Azzi laughs and Paige laughs as well.

The two stay outside for a bit enjoying the quiet reprieve from the group of people who seem to be growing louder inside. Azzi had never been big on crowds and was going to need at least a bit of a buzz before heading back in. Paige kept her eyes on Azzi the whole time. It was the type of protective look she always wore around her family and the people she cared about.

“Az,” Paige said suddenly with a softness in her voice.

“Yeah?”

Paige hesitated, “you look really good.”

Azzi feels her whole body heat at the words, “thanks Paige. I didn’t want to embarrass you guys” Azzi jokes, attempting to hide how the words made her feel.

Paige laughs and turns to fully face Azzi, “you couldn’t embarrass us.”

Azzi turns her body to face Paige with a soft grin, “you’re not embarrassed to be seen with a baby freshman.”

Paige laughs a bit at that, “not when the baby freshman looks like that.”

Azzi’s insides were probably all melted goo at this point. But still, she smiled up at Paige.

“You look really good too, P” Azzi says softly trying to keep her voice steady.

Paige shrugs and smirks, “you have to if you want to even be looked at next to you.”

Azzi freezes at the words and quickly shrugs it off with a laugh, “something tells me Paige Bueckers stands out no matter who she is with.”

Paige takes a small step closer, “not trying to stand out.” Azzi lets out a soft breath before looking up at Paige. Paige is looking down at Azzi with an unreadable expression. One Azzi has certainly never seen before.

“I should, uh, I should get back to Lauren” Azzi sputters out but her eyes don’t shift away from Paige.

Paige doesn’t move, she just hums at Azzi. “Probably,” she says and before she could take another step forward, Azzi is turning around and hurrying back to the house with the seltzer slightly crushing in her hand.

She quickly finds the group and sees everyone laughing and conversing as if Azzi’s world wasn’t spinning at what had just happened. They hardly notice her settling back into the group and that unnerves Azzi.

After a few moments, Paige joins the group. She walks around to stand near Aubrey and brushes shoulders with Azzi on her way over to her friend. Azzi feels goosebumps rise on her skin and lets out a shaky breath.

Her face must give her away because Lauren gives her a questioning look before Azzi just shrugs her off.

“Azzi, let’s go dance” KK and Jana are beside Azzi and making pleading faces to Azzi who just laughs.

“Ooh, yes, let’s dance” Lauren is standing up and by Azzi’s side quickly.

Azzi nods and is following the three girls more towards the middle of the floor to start dancing. KK and Jana had clearly had more to drink as they were singing wildly and moving their bodies in every direction.

Lauren joins in on their antics and Azzi is quick to join in swaying her hips and singing along. This was the type of fun that let Azzi forget what just happened and enjoy the moment. She would look up occasionally and see the group talking, laughing, and completely oblivious to them.

Azzi continues and throws back more of the seltzer in her hand.

“Damn, Azzi” KK pauses, stepping closer to Azzi pushing between the other two girls who were dancing on each other, “you good?”

“Yeah, all good” Azzi shrugs and continues dancing.

KK gives Azzi a look. Azzi maintains her calm composure and KK just sighs.

“P seems to really like your outfit,” KK offers with a smirk and Azzi freezes.

“Okay, and?” Azzi asks after a moment of silence.

“Listen, your sister might be blind as hell, but we aren’t,” KK explains with a shrug, “Paige has eyes for you and you for her, what are you going to do about it?”

“That’s not a thing,” Azzi is fully standing still now with a hand on her hip facing KK.

“It is, and no judgement here” KK puts her hands up and Azzi just sighs.

“Whatever I may or may not feel doesn’t matter, Paige sees me like a little sister. Period. End of story,” Azzi offers. It was the closest she had ever been to fully admitting things out loud.

KK laughs at Azzi, “has she said this to you?” Her eyebrow is raised.

“In those words? No. But in others? Yes. She all the time calls me a childhood nickname, she is always mentioning my sister, and she treats me the same way she treats Drew.”

“A meaningful nickname, consideration for the people who matter most to you, and treating you like the people she cares most about?” KK raises her eyebrow, “C’mon Azzi.”

“KK, I really don’t want to have this conversation,” Azzi just sighs.

KK sighs and shakes her head, “whatever.”

They’re back to dancing and Azzi finds her eyes trailing back to Paige more and more. She sees various people approaching her with some staying longer than others. She ignores the growing feeling in her stomach that wanted to be near Paige.

At some point, Paige started meeting the eye contact. For some reason, Azzi didn’t look away. She held Paige’s eyes with a curious look. Paige eventually smiled before turning and walking away. Azzi sighed, turning back to the group she was dancing with.

A few moments later there is a hand on her back and a body pressed closely. KK and Jana smirk before pulling Lauren away.

“You look like you needed another drink” Paige’s voice was in Azzi’s ear. Azzi freezes and turns around slowly seeing how close she and Paige were.

“Thanks” Azzi gets out grabbing the drink in Paige’s hand. The other hand stayed on Azzi’s back.

Azzi looked around and realized Paige was using her body to block the view from her sister. Her heart lurches knowing that her sister would most definitely be upset if she saw this.

“Azzi,” Paige starts and Azzi’s eyes meet Paige’s. They were so close to each other that Azzi felt Paige’s breath on her face with Paige’s whispered word.

“Yeah?” Azzi whispers back.

“I have a question,” Paige’s voice is low and her face is only inches away from Azzi’s, “you know how I said you looked really good? What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Azzi’s heart lurched at the question. What would she do? Well she would definitely kiss back and then go through a full blown crisis. In that order. Paige looked between Azzi’s eyes and Azzi’s mouth was opened slightly in shock.

“If you say the words, I will walk away and we can pretend this never happened. Or…” Azzi’s hands reached out to grab Paige’s waist pulling her closer.

Before she could rationally talk herself out of it, Azzi was leaning forward pressing her mouth onto Paige’s.

Paige groaned almost immediately into Azzi’s mouth. The kiss was heavy and quick with both girls trying to press their bodies closer.

Hearing someone whoop from beside them Azzi pulled back and used her hands to push Paige slightly.

“We can't,” she whispered and Paige’s face fell.

“Not here,” she continued and Paige perked up at that, “my sister is right over there Paige.”

Paige looked over her shoulder and then sighed, turning back around to face Azzi.

“Give me two minutes and then meet me at my car,” Paige whispers before pressing a quick peck to Azzi’s lips and turning around to walk towards the group.

Azzi’s eyes follow Paige’s form for a few seconds. She was stunned. Her whole body was in a state of shock. She was confused and hot all over. She took a second to look around and saw no one looking in her direction. She took a deep breath and then let her feet slowly head in the direction of the front door.

She spotted Paige’s car and walked near it standing and waiting. Within a few moments, Paige was outside and heading over to open the door for Azzi. As Azzi got in the seat, Paige put two fingers under her chin and turned Azzi’s face, pressing another kiss onto Azzi’s mouth.

She pulls back and looks between Azzi’s eyes. She shakes her head slightly with a smile of disbelief, “Jesus.”

The door is shutting behind her and she is heading around the car and getting into the driver’s seat. Paige sits down and looks at Azzi before settling in.

“I want you to know, I am really into you. When I said you look good, I meant it, Azzi” Paige starts driving back towards the dorms.

“Oh,” Azzi says dumbly, “since when?”

“Do you remember when we were in high school and Aubrey and I made fun of you for getting all dressed up for formal?” Paige asks after a second.

“Oh my God, that was my freshman year” Azzi responds and Paige nods though her ears flush red.

“Why haven’t you said anything? I know you knew how I felt,” Azzi turns her head to face Paige.

“I thought it was a silly little crush or infatuation because I was your sister’s friend,” Paige let out a breath turning her head to the side to look at Azzi for a moment, “I didn’t know you liked girls like that.”

Azzi nods and looks down at her hands. She was picking at the skin around hair nails. Paige noticed quickly and put her hand over Azzi's, effectively stopping the girl.

“I still don’t know,” Azzi sighs, “I know I like you. I always have and it is so hard because I cannot get past liking you to figure out what I am.”

Paige turns to Azzi and smiles, “you don’t have to know what you are. If you want this, that is enough for me.” Paige squeezes Azzi’s hand and suddenly they are pulling into the dorm parking lot.

Paige parks and turns off the car. She sits for a second and then looks over to Azzi.

“I want you to know, I didn’t leave to bring you back and just have sex or whatever,” Azzi flushes at her words, “I am fine if we go back and then just talk. I think we probably should do some of that actually,” Paige is looking so intensely at Azzi.

Azzi looks at Paige and then is leaning forward across the gearshift pressing her mouth into Paige’s. Her hands are on either side of Paige’s face when she pulls away.

“I want this, I want you. Whatever you have to offer. I want it all,” Azzi has never said words like this but she knew she meant them in every capacity. She wanted Paige in a way that left her disoriented and confused. It was an all consuming want.

“Okay,” Paige whispers back before unbuckling and getting out of the car, walking around, and holding the door open for Azzi.

She holds a hand out for Azzi. Azzi takes the hands and follows closely beside Paige. Paige leads the way into the building and leads Azzi down the first floor hallway to her own dorm. Azzi stands beside Paige as she unlocks and opens her door and leads her back to her bedroom.

Azzi had never been in Paige’s apartment before. Aubrey and Paige were in separate ones and on her visits, they stayed at Aubrey’s. Azzi was quick to push any thoughts of her sister out of her head as Paige shut the door behind them.

Azzi walked towards Paige at the door. Paige turned around and took the final steps to meet Azzi. When Paige kissed Azzi this time, it was slower and more drawn out. Azzi put her hands up against Paige’s chest and let them rest there. Paige’s hands found their spot on Azzi’s hips.

This kiss was hungrier. It was all mouth and harsh collisions of tongue. The two were pressed so tightly to each other that there was no room for breathing. Eventually, Azzi pulled back for a breath. Paige’s mouth made quick work down Azzi’s jaw. Her kisses were open mouthed and needy.

Azzi sighed at the feeling of Paige’s breath on neck, “Paige.” Azzi whimpered softly.

Paige groaned into Azzi’s neck and pressed a kiss firmer into the area she had been working at. Azzi did nothing to stop this, she just let her.

Azzi quickly realized she would let Paige do whatever she wanted. She let her touch, taste, and feel the most intimate parts of her. She let Paige take and take and tear her apart to bring it all back together.

Azzi had never felt so worshipped and valued. Paige’s touch was gentle yet claiming in a way Azzi couldn’t describe. Paige was everything Azzi had ever hoped for.

feedback would be appreciated!! tysm <3 -- tea ★’*•.¸♡

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aquarianlights · 11 hours ago

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Ik this is rhetorical, but...

No, bc I'm terrified I'm wrong.

Being disabled with invisible disabilities & having chronic pain, which also cannot be seen, is this constant battle of fighting to prove you're not making things up (exactly this post—getting someone else in your body to understand how you feel) & wondering, internally, "what if I'm just being a wimp about things? What if everything is wrong & *I'm* the one who should be experiencing disabilities & pain in someone else's body? What if I have spent so many years of my life literally unable to do x, y, z & giving up on so many dreams & passions & rerouting my entire life for nothing? What if I am just being dramatic? What if I am just overreacting? What if I'm just exponentially more sensitive to things, physically, & am being a wimp? What if all the scans, tests, etc, that HAVE proved things are wrong? And what if all the answers you are looking for never get answered because they don't even exist? If someone goes into my body to experience that, will they tell me this? If I go into someone else's body, will I discover I have just made it all up in my head & the pain & disabilities don't actually exist & there are no answers to be sought bc I will experience what *real* pain & disabilities are in someone else's body? Have I made everything up in my head?"

It's a nightmare & albeit I am desperate to know the answer so I can move on with my life accordingly, I'm not sure I could handle the permanence of either answer.

There is also the fear that we would switch bodies & they would claim I go through nothing, even if they experience otherwise. I mean, we want people who *don't* understand to understand, right? Many of those people are the type to claim you don't go through anything after things are back to normal. Not all. But it's too many, imo.

So... no. And I do think about this *constantly* so, trust me, I have thought about this at length. I can definitely say I don't want this situation to happen. But I'm sure so, so, SO many of you do. And that is completely understandable.

anyone else wish they would get roped into a freaky friday body swap situation just for the hope that the other person will go "oh jesus fuck how do you live like this" and instantly validate your feelings of being Strange and Built Wrong.

#personal

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enbplvr · 2 days ago

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HIDE-AND-SEEK

Pairing: Jungwon x fem!reader

Summary- Wanna play hide and seek with your obsessed boyfriend? Too bad. He never loses. And you always do. Maybe try hiding better this time.

Mentions- Yandere behavior, psychological fear, dark manipulation, toxic obsession, rough sex, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, talking through orgasm, eating cum, sadism.

Author's note: Hi! This is my second time writing a fanfic, so please show a lot of love.♡Please ignore any grammatical mistakes, as English is not my first language. If you don’t enjoy this type of fanfic, please kindly back off. Hate comments will be deleted!

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and is not intended to reflect reality. The characters depicted here are fictional versions and do not represent their real-life personalities or actions. Please don't take this too seriously—it's all for fun and delulu purposes.

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Here we go again — another little game of hide and seek. Y/N always runs, always hides… but Jungwon always finds her in the end. No matter how many times she tries to escape, he catches her. Every time. And now, it’s happening again. She’s hiding. He’s coming for her — just like always.

"Looks like we’ll have to start the game all over again." Jungwon's voice is calm — almost teasing — as he steps closer, closing the distance between y/n and him.

He’s close. Too close.

Jungwon moves slowly, as if savoring the moment. Y/n feels the warmth of his breath before y/n feels his touch — his fingers hovering near y/n's waist, not quite touching, but letting y/n feel the weight of his presence.

His lips brush just beside y/n's ear, and then he leans in whispering, “You really thought you’d get away this time again?" Jungwon chuckles lowly, the sound deep and unsettling.

“That was cute. Really. The way you ran barefoot through the hallway, trembling with every step while I was right behind you…- chasing u".

Jungwon clicks his tongue mockingly.

“But baby, come on. You know how this ends. It always ends the same — with me… and you… right back here.”

A pause. A breath. Then—

“Hide better this time, baby… ’cause last time?” He smirks, voice dripping with menace. “You lost way too quickly.” His hand finally lands on y/n's waist — firm, possessive.

“Let’s make it fun this time, yeah?” “Run. Scream. Beg.” Jungwon leans even closer, lips almost touching y/n's skin. “I’ll still find you.”

"Now go. Run." His voice drops to a whisper. "Before I change my mind and catch you right now." "And just remember — never let me catch you. Because if I do… You won’t like what happens next."

Y/n freezes. Her instincts scream. Run.

Y/n sprints. Heart pounding.

Y/n didn't look back.

Y/n never look back.

He’s counting now. Slowly. Calmly.

Y/n darts into the hallway, breath catching as she stumbles over herself, adrenaline pumping so loudly in her ears it almost drowns out everything else. Her bare feet slaps against the cold floor, her body trembling as panic grips every muscle. She doesn't look back — she can’t. Looking back means losing time, and with him, every second counts.

Y/n finds the dusty storage room — dark, forgotten, and suffocating. She slips inside, nearly tripping over an old rug. The air is thick with dust, her breath ragged and shallow as she ducks behind a corner of stack of boxes and moth-eaten curtains. Y/n's arms wrap tightly around her knees, trying to make herself small. Invisible.

THEN—

“Shall we start, my love?” Jungwon says sweetly.

“10…

9…

"Don’t pick the kitchen again, Y/n. That’s too easy. Just like last time. You always think the obvious places are safe. But I know you too well for that,” Jungwon says while laughing softly.

8…

7…

"I hope you’re trembling already.”

6…

He begins humming. It’s gentle. Childlike. Innocent. The lullaby is not meant to comfort y/n. It’s meant to terrify her. To remind her that no matter where she hides — he’s coming for her.

5…

4…

"Maybe try the attic. Or under my bed,” Jungwon muses, almost fondly. “I love when you crawl."

3…

"You know I can feel you, right? Even when I don’t see you, I know exactly where you are."

2…

1…”

His voice lowers to a dangerous whisper.

“Ready or not… here I come, angel.”

Y/n clamp a hand over her mouth. Her whole body trembles — shoulders tight, knees drawn to her chest, heart beating so hard it echoes in her ears.

A distant door creaks open. Then another.

Each sound slices through the silence like a warning. He’s getting closer. Moving slowly. Patiently. Like a predator savoring the fear of its prey.

Y/n didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to breathe too loud. Because she knows — he’s not just looking for her. He’s listening to her— her breathing, her heartbeat.

Jungwon’s voice calls out, cheerful and almost sing-song, “Where are you, love? Come on, don’t be shy now. Make a sound for me, why so quiet? You asked for this. Make it easy for me." He laughs — low, amused — the sound crawling under y/n's skin and sending chills down her spine.

Then his tone shifts, playful yet cold.

“Hide and seek is such a simple game. You hide. I find. But in our version… you never get away. Not really.”

His footsteps echo as he walks past the storage room. Y/n holds her breath, every muscle in her body tightening, praying he doesn’t double back.

He pauses. Hears a creak. Comes back.

Jungwon’s voice slips through the silence, soft and dangerously close, just outside the door y/n is hiding in.

“You breathing fast already? I love that,” he murmurs, the amusement curling in his tone like smoke. “It means your body knows I’m close… even if your mind keeps lying to you. Pretending you can escape.”

The door creaks open slowly.

He steps inside — deliberate, silent, confident. Like he already knows where y/n is.

Y/n bites her tongue hard, the taste of iron blooming across her mouth as she tries not to make a sound. Not a breath. Not a sob. Nothing.

“Hmmm…” he hums, pretending to search. “Maybe here? No? Or here…”

Y/n hears him opening a cabinet. Then the scrape of fabric as he slides under a table. Every movement is precise. Controlled.

He’s not really searching. He doesn’t have to. He’s hunting. And worst of all — he’s enjoying it. Because he already knows exactly what corner y/n is curled up in. He’s just letting the fear sink in a little deeper.

"You always hide so cute. All curled up, breathing hard. I bet you're already sweating, aren't you?" Jungwon’s voice is soft — teasing. He’s savoring this — Her panic, Her fear of getting caught.

The way Y/n's body trembles even when he hasn’t touched her yet. "You’re shaking, aren’t you?" he continues, voice dropping lower. "I haven’t even laid a hand on you… and you’re already trembling."

A cruel chuckle slips past his lips.

He loves this part. The part where you still think you can hide from him somehow.

His voice drops lower — smooth and dark

“Where are you, love?” There’s a mockery of tenderness in his voice, like he’s genuinely enjoying this. He chuckles softly.

“Always running… always trying to slip through my fingers.” Footsteps echo softly as he moves like he's just dragging out the moment to watch y/n squirm.

“But you forget, love…” he continues, his tone dropping to a near-whisper, “…I always catch you in the end.”

He’s not rushing. He doesn’t have to. Because this isn’t a chase to him. And knows he always has the upper hand.

“You were so quick today. I’m impressed.” Jungwon’s voice is laced with mock disappointment, teasing. “It’s almost like you don’t want to be found.” A quiet laugh follows, casual—cruel. “But you do, don’t you? You want me to find you. You need me to.”

Then—clang. Something drops. Metal on tile. The sound is sudden, jarring. Y/n nearly screams. Her heart stutters.

“Oops.” His voice is soft, dangerously calm now. “Did I scare you?”

He’s right outside the room. So close y/n can hear the weight of his breath. Then—nothing. Silence. Thick and suffocating.

He’s waiting. Listening. Like a predator crouched in the dark, grinning at the helpless sound of her breath.

“I can hear you, angel,” he murmurs through the wall. “You should’ve stayed quiet.”

A pause. A low, cruel chuckle.

“But then again… I like it when you make it easy for me.”

“I hope you’re hiding somewhere smart, love…” Jungwon said, his voice soft — almost fond, but laced with a dark promise that made y/n's blood run cold. “Because once I start looking, I won’t stop.”

A beat passed. Then his tone dipped lower, more possessive. “Not until I have you again.” Y/n pressed herself tighter into the shadows, heart pounding, lungs aching to stay quiet. But deep down, she knew — he’d already started. And Jungwon always founds her.

Jungwon hummed softly, the sound eerily gentle as it floated through the hallway. “You know… I love when you do this,” he said, almost like he was reminiscing. “Running… hiding… pretending like you don’t want me.”

The silence between each of his footsteps was worse than the sound itself — heavy, stretched, threatening. He was close. Too close. Then he stopped. Right outside the room y/n is hiding in.

Jungwon’s voice dropped to a thoughtful murmur. “Hmm… maybe you’re in this room?” A beat passed. “No… maybe,” he chuckled darkly, fingers brushing the doorknob, “or yes.”

Jungwon’s voice floated through the tense air like a lullaby laced with venom. “Knock knock… is my little dove hiding behind here?” he called out, his tone light and playful — a predator cloaked in sugar-sweet words.

Y/n didn’t answer. She didn’t dare.

“That’s fine,” he murmured, just loud enough to reach your ears.

And then — slam — the sound of a door being yanked open echoed like a gunshot down the hallway. But not your door. Not yet.

Silence followed, heavy and suffocating, before his voice returned — a soft chuckle slipping through his lips. “Ah… you tricked me,” he said, amused. There was no real frustration in his voice — only anticipation, and that edge of darkness that always bled through when he was enjoying the chase.

“That’s alright,” he whispered, footsteps resuming — slow, calculated, savoring the moment like a wolf circling its prey. “You want to make this more fun, huh? Then I’ll play along. I’ll let you think you’re winning. That you’ve outsmarted me.”

He stopped again, breathing quiet. The air around you stilled. “But just remember, Y/n…” he added, voice dipping lower, more dangerous. “The longer you hide, the worse it gets when I finally catch you.”

Jungwon’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife. “You know what’s funny, baby? All the people in the world… and you’re the only one I ever wanted. The only one who belongs to me.” His tone softens, almost loving — almost. “And yet… you still run. Why? What are you so scared of? Me?”

He stops. Something sharp clatters— sudden, deliberate. “You should be in this room only,” Jungwon mutters, low.

His footsteps echo across the dusty storage room floor, slow and steady, and when he speaks again, it’s soft — eerily tender.

“Are you here?” he whispers. “Come on, baby… this isn’t fun anymore if you stay quiet. Say something. Anything. Let me hear you breathe.”

Y/n presses her lips together, trembling. A single bead of sweat slips down her temple.

“You’ve gotten better at hiding,” Jungwon says, his voice echoing faintly as his footsteps approach, slow and deliberate. There’s a taunt in his tone, a cruel sort of praise. “But not smart enough.”

Y/n presses a trembling hand over her mouth, heart hammering so hard it. The walls seem thinner now, every creak amplified, every breath a risk.

“I gave you a head start,” he continues, his voice drawing nearer with each step.

“A full countdown. Ten to one. That’s love, isn’t it? I even hummed for you this time.”

He chuckles — low, mocking, cold.

“But you still chose the same pathetic corner of this house. Again.”

Y/n didn't dared to move. Not even a twitch. His voice drops to a soft murmur, almost tender, almost loving — and somehow that’s worse.

“Why do you do this, Y/N? Why pretend you don’t want this? Don’t want me?”

The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he whispers again — this time so close, so precise it feels like he’s close to you, really close.

“Are you scared right now?” Then A pause. A breath. “Good. Fear makes your heart beat so beautifully.” His words are laced with twisted affection. “I can hear it.” “I wonder… how long it’ll take for you to accept that you belong to me?”

Jungwon’s voice floats through the thick silence. His footsteps draw closer with every word, slow and heavy, as if he has all the time in the world. As if he enjoys stretching out the fear from inside y/n's body.

“Did you really think these stack of boxes and moth-eaten curtains would keep me away?” he asks, his tone shifting into a mockery of warmth. “My love… I built this house for you.” His words echo, crawling along the floor and up the walls until they reach y/n. “There’s nowhere in here you can hide that I don’t know about.”

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to disappear into the shadows. But it’s useless. Y/n can feel him — the weight of his presence into the room.

A pause. Then —

The curtain rips away. There he is.

Towering above you. His expression is soft — disturbingly soft — like he’s gazing down at something fragile, precious.

He kneels, not like a man offering comfort, but like a hunter admiring his prey. A slow smile curves on his lips as he tilts his head.

“Found you,” Jungwon whispers, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind y/n's ear.

Y/N screams — raw, panicked.

She twists, pushing off the floor, legs scrambling beneath her as she tries to bolt. She doesn’t think. She just runs.

But she barely makes it two steps.

A hand wraps around her wrist — fast, unrelenting.

Jungwon yanks her back with ease, and her body slams against his chest.

“You really thought you could run now?” he growls against her ear, breath hot, voice laced with cruel amusement. She kicks, struggles, but he just laughs — low and dark.

"Shhh… it’s over now. You’ve played enough. You always fight when I get close…" Jungwon whispers, his voice a soft, chilling lullaby as his fingers curl tighter around y/n's arm, drawing her in like she was never meant to leave.

Y/n's body stiffens, panic clawing up her throat, but she can’t move — not with him holding her like this. His lips brush her ear, breath hot and deliberate. “I’ll make sure you never even think about hiding again.”— a promise more than a threat.

“No! Let me go! Please!” Y/n cries out, voice laced with raw desperation, thrashing in his grip. Her hands push at his chest, her nails dig into his wrist — but nothing loosens his hold.

Jungwon’s eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips. “Let you go?” he repeats, almost mockingly. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

He leans in, his breath brushing against y/n's skin as he whispers. “I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

"Why are you doing this?" Y/n says with a trembling voice

"Because no one else gets to have you. Because I love you too much. Because I know what’s best for you. And if I have to break you to prove it… then I’ll break you. Gently. Lovingly. Over and over again. Until you stop running and hiding," Jungwon says, voice laced with obsession.

He pulls back slightly, just to look into y/n's eyes. His pupils are blown wide, dark and wild. His smile is sweet—too sweet. Deadly.

Y/n turns her face away, trying not to let him see her tears. But he notices. He always notices.

"Don’t cry, love. It makes me angry. Not at you… At the world. For making you think you needed to run from me," Jungwon says while gently cupping y/n's face.

"Jungwon—please… this isn’t you!" Y/n begs. "Oh Y/n… This is exactly me. This is who I’ve always been. You just… didn’t want to see it," Jungwon laughs darkly.

“This—” he breathes, eyes glinting with the satisfaction of someone who’s already won, “—this part of me is what keeps you mine."

"See, you’re not even trying, love. I told you to hide better,” Jungwon says mockingly. "Let me go! Just let me GO!" Y/n begs. "Let you go?" Voice turning eerily calm. He tilts his head. "That would mean losing the best part of me." A long pause. "And I don’t lose."

Jungwon leans in slowly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, voice dropping into a whisper. “ Now Tell me, love… why do you keep running from me?”

He doesn’t sound angry — he sounds curious, like he genuinely wants to understand.

“Do you not like the way I take care of you? I keep you away from everyone who doesn’t deserve to touch you. Isn’t that what you wanted? Someone to love you completely?”

Y/n’s voice breaks, panic laced in every syllable. “You don’t love me… You own me. You’re not protecting me — you’re suffocating me!”

Jungwon pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable.

Then, his tone shifts. Calm. Detached. “Wrong answer.”

“If your brain refuses to understand in word we’ll try a method.” A smile tugs at his lips. “A method your body won’t forget. Maybe then you’ll finally stop hiding.

Without warning, Jungwon grabs Y/n by the waist and lifts her effortlessly onto his shoulder. Her world flips — stomach pressed down against him, hair falling forward, legs dangling behind him, trembling violently. Every breath feels like it might crack her ribs from the inside.

"Put me down!" Y/n cries, voice already fraying at the edges. “Jungwon, what are you doing? please—just stop!. But he keeps walking — slow, steady, unbothered by her panic.

“What am I doing?” Jungwon chuckles darkly, shifting Y/n slightly on his shoulder so he can speak closer to her ear.

“I’m giving you a method,” he says slowly, — each word edged with unsettling calm.

“One — so you won’t run from me.”

“Two — so you won’t hide.”

“Three — so you won’t even think about escape.”

“Four — so the idea of leaving me never dares to enter your pretty little head.”

“Because I’m done with your games, love. All that running, all that screaming... and for what? Just to end up right here again". He says coldly.

Y/n struggles weakly, but it only makes his grip firmer, more possessive. Her legs shake harder now, the adrenaline crashing into exhaustion, her body giving up before her mind can.

As jungwon kicks the bedroom door open and walks in, throwing y/n gently onto the bed. He looms over her, his body language both dominant and seductive. He leans down, one hand on either side of her head, trapping y/n beneath him. "Missed me?"

Before y/n can respond, Jungwon captures her lips in a sudden, intense kiss. It's demanding, almost aggressive - a clear display of his dominance. His hands roam over her body possessively as he deepens the kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

He breaks the kiss leaving Y/n breathless.

“You made it farther this time. I’m proud of you.” Jungwon says proudly

“But you still don’t get it, do you?” His tone drops, colder now. “This isn’t about winning or losing. This is about you belonging to me. No matter how many times we play… the ending is always the same.”

Then jungwon begins to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a burning path. He nips at her collarbone, her chest.

His voice drops dangerously low as he feels her turning her face away —trying to resist him. "Looking away from me my love?"

“ You know? I'm wondering…” Jungwon murmurs. “Should I Strip away every piece of who you used to be? Turn you into someone better for me?"

Hearing this, Y/N finally looked at him, her eyes glassy with emotion. Her voice trembled, but she spoke anyway.

“I didn’t love you for all this, Jungwon…” she whispered, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.

Jungwon’s expression shifting into something darker.

“Then why…” he said through gritted teeth, his voice low and broken. “Why did you make me fall in love with you… if you didn’t want to be mine?”

Jungwon’s smirk faded slowly as he studied her face.

“No answer, huh?” he said, voice quiet, almost mocking. “It’s okay, baby…”

He leaned down again, lips brushing her cheek as his hand slipped behind her neck.

“If you weren’t mine before…” his voice dropped, dark and possessive, “then I’ll just make you mine now.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, but she didn’t move. Her breath trembled against his skin, her hands curling into the bedsheets.

“You can’t just—” she tried to say, voice shaky.

“Oh, but I can,” Jungwon whispered. “And you’ll let me. Just like you always do.”

Then jungwon pushes her legs apart further with his knees, his fingers slick from her arousal. He leans down to whisper in her ear, his voice dripping with dominance. "You're dripping wet for me." He slides two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. "If you didn't want to be mine...then why is your pussy so fucking eager for my touch?"

His eyes darken with satisfaction as he curls them against her walls. "See?" He pulls his fingers out and shows them to her, glistening with her arousal. "Your body knows who it belongs to."

He sucks his fingers to his mouth and wipes them clean, his tongue lingering on each digit to ensure he gets every last drop of her essence. "Fuck, always so sweet especially when you're scared and shaking in fear for me." His voice is low and dangerous, filled with amusement and satisfaction.

"I wanna taste your fear, wanna taste you, wanna taste how you tremble for me, all of it." He starts with soft, gentle kitty licks on her inner thighs, working his way up until he reaches her core. Without warning, he tears through her clothing, revealing her to him completely.

He dives in, his tongue parting her folds and delving deep into her core. He licks and sucks, tasting every inch of her as he promised. His hands grip her hips tightly, holding her in place as he feasts on her pussy, making her scream and shake beneath him.

His tongue circles her clit before plunging back into her entrance, fucking her with it like he would his cock. He can feel her trembling, hear her breathless moans and screams filling the room.

"No, no, no..." She whimpers softly as he continues his relentless assault on her sensitive pussy. Jungwon suddenly stops licking and bites down hard on her inner thigh, making her scream louder than before.

"If you don't like my Tongue, then how about my Cock? Will that work for you, huh? I should just Fuck you with my Cock instead".

"Mmmf," She lets out a muffled moan as Jungwon pulls his pants down roughly he positions himself at her entrance. Her pussy lips part easily around his thick head, already stretching to accommodate him without any lubricant needed. She's so wet from his tongue work already that he slides in smoothly.

She gasps loudly as he pushes deeper into her wet pussy without warning or mercy. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving moon marks on his skin She's so tight around him, squeezing every inch like she never wants him leave. Her head falls back, mouth open in silent scream of pain and pleasure.

"I'll fuck this pussy till you're not making those damn sweet moans for me," Jungwon growls, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The room fills with wet slapping sounds. "I'm not gonna stop until u won't stop hiding from me again. Get that into your fucking senses."

As Jungwon watches her, the realization slowly sinks in — she’s not being responsive to his words, to his aggressive love-making. Completely still. Not fighting. Not speaking. And somehow… that unsettles him more than anything else.

He pauses. His expression unreadable. Then, in a fluid motion, he reaches behind her and lifts a pair of black headphones.

Y/N’s eyes widen. “Jungwon… what are you doing?”

Before Y/N can react, he gently places them over her ears. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he slips the headphones over her ears, gently.

A slow, distorted melody begins to play. It’s haunting — almost familiar. And beneath it… his voice. Looped. Whispered.

"You belong to me… You belong to me… You belong to me…”

Y/N jerks, trying to shake them off, panic building. The sound clings to her — wraps around her mind. But Jungwon is already holding her down — not with violence, but with a terrifying gentleness. His hand slides to hers, pinning her wrists with ease.

She claws at the headphones, trying to rip them off — “Stop it! Jungwon, stop—”

“No, no,” he says with a faint smirk. “Listen. This is how you learn, baby. Every time you hear those words—you belong to me—I want them to echo inside you. I want them to sink into so you always that remember you’re mine."

Tears fill her eyes as she screams his name — her voice desperate, trembling. She begs him to stop. But her cries only seem to satisfy him. His breath fans over her lips, He leans in, pressing his forehead to hers, and smiles.

“Now that’s more like it,” he whispers. “All your screams… all your tears… they’re all for me. That’s how I know you’re still mine.”

She sobs, but he only tilts his head in fascination, like almost proud. As if he's admiring her pain like observing a masterpiece.

“So breakable,” he whispers. “But I’ll fix you. Piece by piece. Strip away all the parts that don’t serve me. And what’s left?”

as His fingers trail along her cheek. he leans in closer, his breath brushing her ear, "YOU, exactly how I want you."

Y/N’s body trembles beneath him. Her breath is shallow, choked with sobs. The twisted melody still hums in her ears — "You belong to me… You belong to me…"

Her strength is gone. Her resistance, shattered. And all that’s left is the fear.

“I… I’m sorry,” she whispers, voice barely audible. Her eyes fill with tears again, spilling down her cheeks. “Please… just stop… please, I-I can’t take it anymore.”

Her voice breaks.

“I’m begging you, Jungwon. Please… no more.” She looks up at him, eyes wide and full of defeat. “If this is what you wanted… fine. You win. Just… stop hurting me like this.”

“I won’t hide… and I won’t run,” Y/N says, her voice trembling, eyes locking with Jungwon’s despite the tears in them.

Jungwon's voice was low, laced with mock sympathy.

"Aww, my baby is apologizing now? How cute…" He brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, a smirk playing on his lips.

"But you’ll really be sorry once I fuck you and bring you back to your senses."

He tilts his head, that twisted smile. He leaned closer, their foreheads nearly touching, his voice a whisper.

"Now, if you're truly sorry..." he leans closer, voice dropping, "...then spread your legs for me. Wider."

Y/N trembled beneath him — from fear, from his words, from the suffocating reality that no matter how far she ran… he always found her.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered, “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to keep you. Forever.”

“And just like I said…” he continued, “you’ll always end up right here. With me, because no matter how many times we play this game, Y/N… the ending never changes. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

A single tear slid down her cheek — and he smiled, brushing it away like it was precious.

“Now No more running. No more hiding. Just us. Always.” He says softly.

Also, a huge shoutout to my bestie for helping me out with the smut part — couldn’t have done it without you. Your dirty mind saved the day🤭

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vampiresbloodx · 2 days ago

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for the warmth of another.

pairings: wanda maximoff x reader

synopsis: your girlfriend has been acting strangely lately, you couldn't quiet wrap your head around what it could be, maybe it was all in your head, maybe it was right in front of you this entire time.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: established relationship, dom/sub, smut, angst, fluff, top!wanda, bottom!reader, power play, praise kink, vaginal fingering, it gets rough

a/n: the song in this fic is double take by Dhruv.

The first time you argued with Wanda was the worst experience you’ve ever felt compared to all that you’ve been through.

Nothing could have prepared you for this, the amount of guilt that went through your body was horrible. It's worse than accidentally stepping on a bug. You already feel so much for her that it pained you even more.

Wanda had a tendency to ignore you when you didn’t agree with her on everything. Especially when she was about to do something stupid, you of course, had your own opinions based on the safety of your beloved girlfriend which she didn’t think about then how that would make you feel.

God forbid you care about her.

You knew it wasn’t just that though, you were scared of losing her, she was everything to you, you’re entire universe, you weren’t kidding when you declared that to her when you first confessed.

And here you are, sitting on top of the roof of your apartment building as you hear Wanda’s loud music blasting, it's her type of therapy where yours is silence, she also does it to piss you off.

The cold breeze brushes against your skin and you realize you’re barely wearing nothing, and its close to winter. You shivered, wishing for the warmth of another, you truly never meant to make her mad, she knows that, of course she does. She reads you so well. She knows you better than anyone else you’ve ever met.

The two of you have been dating for two years now, in a few weeks it is gonna be your third year anniversary, you wondered if you both will even last until then. Your heart ached, you hope so, you don’t ever wanna leave her.

You sighed as your phone vibrated in your pocket, you took it out to see a message from natasha.

Nat: hey, tonight was intense. You ok?

You shivered once again, of course she’d check in, she’s your best friend.. She can tell when you're upset and can see right through you if you try to hide it. Natasha was great, you were so glad you had her in your pathetic life. Yeah, pathetic was one way to describe it, you bitterly laughed.

You: she’s still mad.

Nat: I would be too, you made quiet the scene there.

You frowned at the screen, sighing. Of course she’d side with her.

You: nat you're supposed to be on my side :(

Nat is typing….

Nat: come on now, you know I mean well. I care about you both, don’t let one little thing be the end of it, ok?

You smiled.

You: I love her so much.

Nat: I know, go talk to her.

You: she’s literally ignoring me as we speak.

Nat: yeah, she’s waiting for you to talk to her, dumbass. Now go.

You huffed, not wanting to go inside just yet, enjoying the night breeze and the sound of the city, then you heard a pretty voice, Wanda was singing, you laid down on the ground and smiled, closing your eyes as you listened to her sweet voice.

Your mind had drifted, to the first few weeks after you both started officially dating, then when you told everyone, you were so in love, seriously. Everyone could see how love sick you were. Even she was, according to everyone else, she only had eyes for you. That was clear.

She made it known to anyone that was near that she was yours, even if you didn’t feel worthy enough for her, she was always making it known to you in her own way. Sure, she can be jealous, that’s an understatement of the year. She can get possessive, but you love those qualities about her, even if she got a bit much. You knew you were a lot at times, and yet she stuck by your side.

“I could say I never dare to think about you that way but I'd be lying” her beautiful voice sung through the apartment along the words to the song, your eyes still closed as if she were right next to you. “-in the midst of the crowds in the shapes of the clouds I don't see nobody but you”

The voice got more clear, like she was closer, then you felt something tickle your face like it was hair touching you, confused, you open your eyes, to see Wanda staring down at you, you were in awe, the moonlight reflecting off her face as she smiled.

“Are we still in a grump?” she asks playfully.

You huffed, “maybe.”

“Is that why you haven’t come back inside?” she said, her voice merely a whisper.

“I-” you paused, unsure of what to say. She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Come inside” she says, not taking a no for an answer.

“Wanda-”

“No.”

You went quiet after that as you let her drag you back inside, the feeling of her warm hand on yours as you smiled, once she had you inside where she wanted you to be, you turned her around, bringing her hand up as you kissed her knuckles. She smiled softly, caressing your cheek with her other hand.

“Do you wanna make it up to me?” she asks with a pout, and you’re captivated, you nod.

She pats your cheek, muttering something under her breath as you frown, not noticing the change in her demeanour, as if something had taken over your girlfriend. You then noticed the way her nails were painted darker, she never has them that black, black like ink, it was painted strangely, she saw you staring at them as she pulled them away, not saying a thing.

You follow her mindlessly to the bedroom as she pulls you in for a kiss, you wrap your arms around her, deepening the kiss. Her hands roam your body freely, you moan, leaning into her as she lifts you up and you put your legs around her waist.

She hums, her tongue slipping inside your mouth as you groaned, she gazes at you intensely, you feel yourself being pushed to the bed as she crawls on top of you, biting down on your lip, you hissed.

Wanda was never really this rough, what's gotten into her?

But before you could question her, she’s taking your clothes off and has you silenced, you watched her as she smiles, her smile feels different. Was this her? You wondered. You tried to touch her but she wouldn’t let you.

“Cute, but no touching,” she muttered, “my turn.”

You were too confused and horny to reject her, you let her win.

Wanda leaned in, spreading your thighs open as you were bare before her, in all your glory, she moaned at the sight, her fingers coming up as she traced along your wet pussy, you whimpered. She smirks at your reaction, her eyes darkened, without warning, she pushes two fingers inside of you, making you gasp as your hand goes to your chest, she grabs it and pins it back onto the bed. She fucks you, thrusting in and out at a pace so good you could almost start crying, you wanted to move, but she had a tight grip on you. Wanda wasn’t usually this dominant but fuck it was hot.

Your wanda was usually shy about taking control. She did enjoy it, but tonight she was wild. You wondered where this wanda had been the entire time.

Your pussy clenched around her as you came, crying out her name as wanda just stared at you, watching you, which made it even more hotter, if that was possible. She smiles, pulling her digits out that were now soaked as she brings them to your mouth, you gladly opened, sucking on them. She groaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair as you whimpered.

“I need you to fuck me next, can you handle that? Fuck me with that pretty bratty mouth of yours baby?” she whispered, her voice making you shudder as you whine. “Do not disappoint me.”

You never will even think too

#wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff angst #my writings #obsessed w her and nat again look out for more works <3

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idkyetxoxo · 3 days ago

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Seven | Eclipsed | Shadow and Flame

Pairing - Azriel x reader

Word count - 3.1k

Warnings - Parental abuse, angst, sexual content (mild)

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The decision to run wasn't something I made lightly.

But after crying into Eris's chest, after sobbing until my ribs ached and my breath came in shallow hiccups, I knew there was no other choice.

Not anymore. Not with a life growing inside me. Not after last night.

Beron hadn't even been angry with me. Not specifically. One of my brothers had disobeyed him. A courtier had misspoken. The details didn't matter.

What mattered was that I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and in his eyes, I'd always been an easy target.

His fists had found me quickly. Cold. Controlled. Not once. Not twice. And then his hands—his hands had wrapped around my throat like iron bands, squeezing, squeezing—

It was Eris who'd pulled him off. Who'd thrown his body between mine and our father's rage. I remembered the heat in his voice, the flash of fire in his hands, the barely contained threat.

I also remembered the silence that followed.

The tension that thickened the halls. The bruise blooming across my neck like a collar. The way my lip throbbed and cracked when I tried to speak.

This morning, I had dressed in haste, tunic and trousers that didn't cling to the evidence of what I carried. I covered my neck with a scarf. Packed only what I could carry.

Every movement had felt surreal, like I was watching someone else's hands fold clothes, someone else's body move through my room.

Eris was already waiting outside my door. He didn't speak at first. Just looked at me.

His jaw clenched at the sight of my face—what Beron had done to it. And still, he didn't ask if I was sure. He knew the answer. Knew this was the only path left to me.

"We'll keep it quiet," he said. His voice was low but steady. "Your window of time is short. The guard shift changes in less than an hour. I've already cleared the western corridor. No one will see you."

My throat ached with gratitude I couldn't voice.

"You'll go through Winter first," he continued, adjusting the strap on my satchel, ever the older brother even now. "Kain will be expecting you. He doesn't know the full story—only that you're in danger, and I trust him. He'll give you shelter."

I nodded slowly. "And from there... Day."

"Helion owes me," Eris said simply. "He won't turn you away."

I swallowed thickly. "And if he does?"

He hesitated. "Then you find Lucien. He'll protect you." That name, the last resort. A comfort and a warning.

I took a slow breath. My heart felt like it was splintering, like each beat carried a goodbye I hadn't said yet.

Then, the dam inside me cracked again. "I'm sorry."

His brow furrowed. "What are you apologising for now?"

"For putting you in this position. For making you lie. For leaving like this. For—" My voice broke. "For everything."

Eris stepped forward, gathering me into his arms again. But this time, I didn't cry. I couldn't afford to. I just pressed my face into his shoulder and held on.

"You didn't put me here," he said, his voice rough. "He did. And if you stayed, it would only get worse. You know that."

I nodded into the fabric of his coat.

Eris pulled back, placing a hand on either side of my face, his thumbs brushing the edges of my bruises with such gentleness I almost cried again.

"You are not a burden. You are not weak. And you are not alone."

I blinked hard. "Promise me you'll come. When it's safe."

A flicker of warmth crossed his features, the rare kind that reminded me of the boy he used to be before this court turned him cold. "I will. I swear it. I'll find you."

The goodbye was brief because if it lasted longer, I wouldn't be able to leave.

I stepped out into the corridor and didn't look back.

The Autumn border loomed ahead before midday, where crimson and gold bled into the pale, icy blues of Winter. The line between them shimmered like a living thing, a rift between worlds.

On one side, tyranny, fire, blood. On the other, a frigid unknown, but freedom.

The wind howled as I crossed. I had barely made it past the border. My boots crunched in the snow-dusted moss of Winter's forest, breath hitching in my chest, the cold biting through my clothes and skin and bone but I didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

And then the shadows came. Like a breath of wind. Like a warning.

They spilt in around me, dark tendrils curling over tree trunks, brushing against my ankles like they recognised me, owned me. I barely had time to spin around before he was there.

Azriel. He winnowed in as if summoned by my heartbeat. Cloaked in wings and midnight, expression carved from stone.

My heart dropped into my stomach.

"Are you insane?" I snapped, clutching the strap of my satchel like it might anchor me. My magic instinctively checking the glamour around my belly. My panic came too fast, too sharp. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

His shadows flitted and curled around his shoulders, more alive than I'd ever seen them, like they were relieved. Like they'd missed me.

Of course they had. Damned spymaster.

He didn't answer my questions. He just stared. "You're leaving," he said flatly. A statement. Not a question.

"Yes, Azriel," I said through gritted teeth. "I am. Is that a problem for you?"

"No," he said, too calmly. "Not at all."

I narrowed my eyes. "Then why are you here?"

His jaw clenched. His siphons pulsed faintly, his wings twitching like he wanted to shield me from something invisible.

"You were gone," he said, voice low. "And no one knew where. Eris lied for you. I nearly tore apart the entire Autumn Court before I followed the scent trail across the border. What the hell are you thinking?"

"You have no idea what I've been dealing with—"

"Then tell me!" he barked. "Tell me why you ran! Tell me why you've been hiding. Tell me what Beron did. I know he did something."

My voice cracked. "You don't understand—"

"Then help me understand!" His shadows lashed out violently behind him. "Because right now, it looks a lot like you were just done with me. Like I wasn't even worth a goodbye."

My breath came out in a shudder. The words hit deeper than they should have. Deeper than I could handle.

"I left," I whispered, "because I had to. Because if I didn't—he would have killed me."

Azriel stilled. "I don't care what Beron did," he said after a long beat. "We could have handled it together. You don't get to vanish and act like I don't have a right to fight for you."

"I wasn't just protecting myself!" I shouted, voice sharp with panic, pain, truth.

"I was protecting your baby."

The words tore out of me like they had claws.

Azriel froze. His expression didn't change, just drained. Like all the breath had been pulled from his lungs. All the colour from the world. He didn't move. Didn't speak.

And I took his silence like a knife to the gut.

I laughed, but it was hollow and choked. "Of course. Of course you'd think it isn't yours."

His head jerked up. "That's not—"

"It is yours, Azriel!" I shouted, a sob clawing at my throat. "Do you think I would run like this, alone, terrified, if it wasn't? Do you think I would carry this—hide this—if it wasn't yours?"

"That's not what I—" He moved forward, reaching for me, voice raw now. "That's not what I thought."

I flinched.

"I thought I'd lost you," he breathed. "I thought... I wasn't enough. That maybe you'd decided I wasn't worth telling."

My anger shattered.

"I don't want this—us, if you don't want it," I said, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "Don't feel pressured because of the baby. I can do this on my own."

His eyes flashed, wings twitching slightly. "No," he said, the word low, hoarse. "You don't get it."

He stepped closer, voice breaking as he continued, "I've always wanted you. More. I've always wanted more, but I was willing to take what you gave—anything, everything, because I'd rather have you in some way than lose you altogether."

My breath caught.

"Even without the baby," he said, eyes blazing now, "I'd still want you. Gods, it's why I'm here. Why I've been so insistent. So damn persistent. You think I wouldn't be here if this wasn't real to me? You think this is just about obligation?" He let out a ragged breath. "I chose you. Long before I ever knew this child existed."

And then he stepped forward again, slow, reverent, and laid his palm gently—gently over my stomach. His breath caught. "You're pregnant."

I nodded, barely holding it together. "Yes."

His hand trembled. "With my child."

"Yes," I said again, voice cracking.

And something in Azriel broke.

He dropped to his knees before me, arms wrapping around my waist, forehead pressed to the barely-there swell beneath my tunic now revealed because I dropped the glamour.

His wings curled protectively around us both, and his shadows sank into the earth like they were rooting us together.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, voice thick. "You were never alone. Not for one damned second. I would've burned the courts for you. For you both."

I buried my hands in his hair as I finally let the tears fall.

"I was so scared," I choked. "I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know if you'd want it. Or me."

He looked up at me, eyes shining. "Want you? Want you? You're everything. You always have been everything. And this baby—this baby is mine. I will never let anything touch you. Either of you."

And the way he said it, fierce, certain, terrifyingly tender, broke something in me that had been held too tightly for too long.

"I love you," I whispered, voice shaking.

He stood, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me like I was oxygen after drowning.

"I love you," he said. "And I will never let you run again."

Azriel didn't speak again as he winnowed us out of the Winter borderlands, but the way his arms held me, like I might vanish again, said enough.

Velaris met us with the hush of starlight and sea air. The House of Wind stood dark and waiting, perched in the cliffs like it always had, like it had never stopped.

He landed softly on the balcony of his room and didn't let go of me until we were inside, shadows flitting ahead.

For a long while, we said nothing. I stood in the familiar quiet, unsure what to do with my hands, my breath, the storm still warring inside my chest.

Azriel watched me from near the fireplace. Not expectant. Not pressing. Just watching, like he was memorising the fact that I was there, really there.

We ended up in his bed, not by some grand plan but by instinct. His room was still exactly as I remembered, cool shadows and still air, the scent of cedar and clean linen clinging to everything. Him.

We lay there side by side, the silence humming between us like a living thing.

"I missed you," he said after a while, his voice low, rough with emotion.

I turned to face him, our foreheads nearly touching. "I missed you too."

He let out a breath, his thumb tracing along my jaw. "How's it been so far?" he asked, gently, but I knew what he meant.

I gave a shaky laugh. "Terrible."

His brows furrowed instantly. "Terrible how?"

I sighed. "I'm nauseous almost constantly, I'm always exhausted... and, Cauldron save me, I've been so horny all the damn time."

Azriel actually recoiled slightly, blinking. "Oh."

A beat of silence. Then I smirked. "Don't worry, my healer says it's normal. Hormones and all that."

He blinked again, and then he laughed. A real, soft chuckle that rumbled in his chest and made his shadows stir around the bed like they were sighing with relief.

"I... might be able to help with that," he said, his voice suddenly deeper, rougher, warmer.

I raised a brow. "You volunteering, Spymaster?"

He leaned in, lips ghosting over mine. "Only if it's what you want."

"It is," I whispered. "I never stopped wanting you."

That was all it took.

Azriel kissed me like I was air and he hadn't breathed in months. There was no rush, no hunger behind it just softness. Reverence. A kind of aching sweetness that pulled tears to my eyes as his fingers threaded through my hair.

He kissed me until the world went quiet, until there was only the warmth of his body, the safety of his arms, the steady rhythm of our hearts finally syncing again.

His hands moved with care, relearning my body like a song half-forgotten.

When he undressed me, he paused at every new curve, every sign of change, as if memorising this new version of me—of us.

When he touched the gentle swell of my bare stomach, his expression broke wide open. Wonder, fear, love, all of it flickered in his eyes before he leaned down and pressed a kiss there, slow and trembling.

I ran my fingers through his hair, tears slipping silently down my cheeks.

Azriel looked up at me then, cupping my face with both hands. "I love you," he said, fierce and gentle at once. "And I already love them, too."

I kissed him, pulling him down with me, and when he finally slid into me, it was like coming home.

There was no frenzy, no urgency. Only skin and breath and quiet moans between kisses. He moved with care, slow and deep, as if every stroke was a prayer of apology, of promise, of love.

I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his hips, letting the weight of him ground me in this moment. In him.

We made love like we were rediscovering what it meant to be whole.

When we reached the edge, it wasn't with fireworks, but with a sigh, a soft moan, a whisper of his name against my lips as I shattered around him and he followed, groaning into my shoulder as he buried himself deep and still.

Afterward, he didn't let go. He stayed wrapped around me, one hand gently splayed over my thigh, the other tangling with mine.

In the stillness of our shared breath, I realised I wasn't scared anymore.

I was loved. I was safe. We both were.

I felt it like the brush of butterfly wings inside me, a flutter so sudden, so gentle, I sat up with a sharp inhale, one hand flying instinctively to my belly.

Azriel rose with me immediately, tension crackling through his frame, shadows stirring like alarmed birds.

"What is it?" he asked, eyes scanning me for pain.

But then he saw my face. I was smiling. Wide and real.

"Feel," I whispered, grabbing his hand and placing it over the spot just beneath my navel. "Right there."

His hand stilled. A moment passed. Then, another kick. Stronger this time, certain.

Azriel froze. His lips parted, the breath catching in his throat like he'd been struck, like the world had dropped out from under him in the most beautiful way.

"That was—" he blinked, and then a laugh burst from him, raw and amazed. "That's—gods, that's our baby."

I nodded, giggling despite the sudden tears pricking my eyes. He moved instinctively, shifting so both hands cradled the gentle swell of my belly, reverent, like he was afraid touching too hard would wake him from a dream.

"I can't believe it," he murmured. "Three months, and now... it's real. It's really happening."

"It's been real for a while," I said softly, laying back down. He followed me, turning onto his side to face me, one of his wings draping protectively behind my back like a shelter. "But feeling that... it changes everything, doesn't it?"

He nodded slowly, eyes locked on my face. His fingers traced the line of my temple with aching tenderness.

"What else do you know?" he asked, barely louder than a breath.

I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, pressing a kiss into his palm. My heart beat faster. Not from joy but from the weight of what I knew I had to say.

"There's something I need to tell you," I whispered.

His expression sobered immediately. Concern etched into every line of his beautiful face. His shadows tightened, gathering closer, as if they sensed the shift before the words had even left my mouth.

"The baby..." I began, voice trembling. "The baby has wings."

At first, he smiled. That quiet, proud, stunned smile he wore so rarely, like the sun rising behind his storm.

But the moment he looked back at me and saw I wasn't smiling, his expression collapsed.

"My body..." I said carefully, repeating the words that had been haunting me for weeks, "isn't built to accommodate that kind of development. Not without complications. Criva, my healer—she explained it plainly. There are risks. Serious ones."

Azriel went still, like a statue carved from night.

And then, hoarsely, "Are you... are you telling me you might die delivering our baby?"

My throat closed. I tried to speak and failed. So I just nodded.

Tears welled in his eyes, unshed but shining, and his shadows became a storm, thick and whirling and frantic as they wrapped around his shoulders like a second skin.

His hand trembled as he reached up and brushed my cheek.

"I—I can't lose you," he choked. "Not now. Not after everything. Not when I just got you back."

I swallowed hard, blinking through my own tears.

"It's okay, Az," I said, and somehow managed to sound calm. "Really. If it comes to that... if I don't make it, you'll still have them. And that's enough for me. It has to be."

"No," he said, voice breaking. "That's not enough for me. I want you. I want both of you. I will not let this end with you dying just to bring life into this world."

He shifted closer, cupping the back of my head, foreheads touching now.

His voice cracked like thunder when he whispered, "We'll find another way. I'll tear apart every library in Prythian, I'll go to Madja, to Helion, to anyone—I don't care. There has to be a way."

"You're not going to lose me without a fight," I murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, salty from his tears. "But you need to understand... this is why I ran. This is why I didn't want to tell you. Because it's terrifying. Because it's real. And I couldn't bear to see you break."

"I won't break," he said fiercely, both hands now framing my face. "I'll bend, I'll burn, I'll bleed—but I won't break. Not as long as you're with me."

I closed my eyes and let the sound of him, his heartbeat, his breath, his voice, wrap around the ache inside me.

For a moment, there was only that. Only him. Only us.

And in that stillness, I let myself hope.

A/n - FINALLY THE TRUTH! It didn't come out exactly the way I originally imagined, but after tweaking it endlessly, this is the best I could do.

We go from heavy angst, straight into some spice and then into soft fluff... real whiplash energy, I know x

The ending is sad I'm aware. They just found their way back to each other, only to be hit with the full weight of how dangerous this pregnancy really is :(

Also I have a concert on monday (lana del rey… i know 😝) and the next part is meant to be on tuesday for this but I might have to wait to post cause i wanna tweak it a bit but i won’t have time cause of the concert, don’t kill me please ty 😭

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 2 days ago

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a new beginning. l Joel Miller

Summary: waiting for this day, more and more worries appeared in your head

Warnings: tears, worries and fears about being a parent, Reader is pregnant, Gail shows up, Reader and Joel are worried but try to support each other; someone new shows up at the end

A/N: I guess I was waiting for this chapter. And you?

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few weeks were really warm and not good for you. There was not much time left until you were due and your body was really giving you a hard time. You felt uncomfortable in your own skin, which was hard to bear and really overwhelmed you. Every stitch felt irritating, you felt swollen and it seemed to you that if Ann looked beautiful, you were rolling like a ball.

No, you didn't tell Joel or anyone else about it because you were already the target of their attention. That also annoyed and tormented you.

And it wasn't until one evening when Joel came home early and Ellie went out with Din and Jesse that everything came to light. For a moment he was scared when he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom, but when he entered he saw you sitting on the bed. Joel's shirt was tight around your belly, you pushed back your damp hair and your eyes were red from tears. However, as soon as you saw Joel in the doorway you quickly wiped your cheeks.

"What happened?" he asked, scared. “Something’s wrong with…”

“No, nothing with the baby.” You answered quickly, and after a moment you added a little too nervously, “And no, I’m not giving birth. Not yet.”

He looked at you tenderly and hesitantly approached the bed. “Will you tell me what’s going on? I can see that something’s worrying you.”

You took a deep breath, your lips shaking from crying. “I just… feel bad. And I feel bad because I feel bad, and I shouldn’t, right?”

Joel sat down on the bed next to you, seeing you nervously twisting your fingers. He gave you time to get out what you needed to say.

“I look like a big ball. I feel like a big ball.”

“Honey,” he sighed. “You’re carrying our baby, it’s normal at this stage.”

“I know!” you groaned, holding back a sob. “But no one told me that before! I barely fit into my clothes, and the last time I dropped a spoon, Ellie had to pick it up because I couldn’t reach it. And I’m so hot! And I’m sleeping worse and worse. I feel like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster and I’m terrified…” you took a deep breath. “I’m scared of giving birth, I’m scared of what’s going to happen after. What if I can’t breastfeed? What if taking care of her is harder than we think? What if I’m not cut out to be a mother?”

Tears ran down your cheeks after the last words, but you didn’t wipe them away. “I’m tired, Joel. I love you, Ellie, and this little girl I’m carrying, but I don’t feel good enough. I’m trying, but… I’m scared I’ll let you all down.”

You had to get everything out because you fell silent, sobbing quietly. Joel felt like his heart would break seeing you like this and barely understanding everything that was going on in your head. He knew perfectly well that you didn't regret this pregnancy, but you were confused and unsure of what was to come.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet and he tried to choose his words very carefully. "When Sarah was born, I was really young. Too young. Things didn't work out with her mom and soon I was left alone with this little girl. It was really hard, even though Tommy helped me, but he was just a kid himself." He sighed. "I want to say that I don't know much about how you feel, honey. I can only guess how scared you are, but I will do everything in my power to make you feel like you have my support. Remember, you are not alone in this. We will find a solution to any problem we come across. I will get up at night, change diapers, bathe her and put her to bed so you can rest."

“You’re impossible…” you moaned, but the corners of your mouth twitched.

“I am because I love the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is carrying my child.” He reached out and wiped your damp cheeks. “I know you are scared, I feel it too. And we have the right to feel that way. Our lives are going to change.”

You nodded. “Do you think we are ready for this?”

“With you, I am ready for anything.”

Gail walked down the stairs and spotted Joel sitting on the porch. The sunlight danced on the wooden floor as she walked through the living room and soon approached him.

“She fell asleep,” she said, quietly closing the door. She sat down on the chair next to the bench and leaned back, pushing her blonde hair back. “It’s good that you asked me to talk to her. I think I could have helped her.”

Joel nodded. He seemed so vulnerable when it came to the people he was close to.

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice full of emotion. "I didn't know who to ask to talk to her. She has friends, but you're a professional."

"I feel appreciated." Gail smiled. "You have to try to understand her, Joel. She doesn't want to hurt you, she just..."

"She's scared, I know," he finished for her. "I try to calm her down, support her. Sometimes I feel guilty for putting her up to this pregnancy."

The woman frowned. "Please don't say that. She wanted this just as much as you did. But your earlier loss couldn't go unnoticed. She felt guilty about what happened, and now she blames herself for everything that's going on in her head. She loves you. I can see it and hear it in her voice. She loves you, the baby, and Ellie. She's just a little confused. Hormones." she said, as if that summed it all up.

Joel nodded again slightly.

“How long until her due date?” Gail asked.

“Two, maybe three weeks.” Joel replied. “My first daughter was born a little early.”

“I have a feeling this one might be similar.” The woman smiled and, seeing Joel’s look, added, “Just an old woman’s hunch, don’t worry.”

She stood up and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. “She knows you support her and love her. What lies ahead isn’t easy, but it will be beautiful if you’re in this together. If you or she needs to talk, you know where I live.”

“Thank you.”

Gail smiled and soon walked down the few steps and headed toward the street. Joel watched her for a moment, thinking about her words. He didn’t think he’d ever be a father again. The thought scared him a little, but once you were in that vision, it made everything a little easier. He felt his eyes getting slightly moist, so he got up and went back home.

He found you asleep in bed. Gail had to close the curtains so the sun wouldn't bother you. There was a blanket wrapped between your legs, and from under your slightly raised shirt he could see the curve of your belly. If he had a camera, Joel would have definitely taken a picture of you then, and put it in a frame to remember this moment forever.

"Come to me..." your voice was barely audible. You looked at him sleepily.

So he took off his shoes and laid down next to you, and after a moment your head rested on his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around him.

"I love you so much," you whispered, falling asleep again.

"I know, baby, I know," he replied, kissing the top of your head. "I love you too."

When you first felt something strange, you were with Ann and Elijah, taking fresh bread. You froze with the loaf in your hand. “What happened?” Ann asked, maneuvering to hide the buns while not letting Elijah put the whole bun in his mouth.

“Nothing, I guess.” You answered, touching your stomach. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Joel is at Russo’s, helping them with the oven. Can we go there?”

Ann was surprised, but agreed, because when Elijah heard Joel’s name, he let his mother take him in her arms without a problem. The day was warm, although you could already feel the approaching fall in the air. You had been feeling really good for a few days, the temperature had dropped, and talking to Gail and Joel had also helped you.

Before you even crossed the threshold of Russo’s, the strange feeling came over you again.

“Oh, honey! You look amazing.” Mrs. Russo quickly approached you with a delighted look. “Joel is in the kitchen. Should I call him?”

“If you would be so kind, ma’am.” You replied.

Ann placed Elijah on the floor and he quickly trotted after the older woman. Your friend looked at you suspiciously.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” she asked. “It seems like…”

“I feel okay.” You answered a little too quickly. “I just need to see Joel.”

“Now?”

“Yes!” You grabbed your stomach again and this time it didn’t go unnoticed by Ann.

When Joel came out of the kitchen, Elijah on his arm, all he saw was Ann’s wide eyes. “She probably needs to go to the clinic.” She said. “As soon as possible.”

“What happened?” Joel was a little confused. “Do you think…”

You nodded. “I think so. I’ve been having these weird cramps for a while now and… This has never happened before.”

Ann quickly took her son from Joel’s arms, then moved the bag of bread from your shoulder, telling you she’d take care of everything.

Joel was already there, his arm around you. “If you see Ellie,” he told Ann, “tell her where we are, okay?”

The woman nodded. “Good luck.”

“That’ll come in handy,” Joel mumbled, and you hissed in pain again. “Okay, honey. Time to meet this little one.”

She came into the world just as the room filled with the glow of the setting sun. Joel's ears were filled with a sharp and loud cry that he felt in every cell of his body. He continued to hug you, and you dug your nails into his palms - but that wasn't important. Only that cry.

Your face, a moment ago expressing pain and exhaustion, now lit up. You both looked at the girl, whom Dr. Morris quickly wrapped in a clean towel and placed on your chest.

"Hi, little girl. We've been waiting for you."

Your voice was quiet, but you were sure she recognized you. You looked at Joel - he was looking at both of you as if he couldn't believe what had happened, his eyes glistening with tears. Finally, you saw a shy smile on his lips, and his eyes found yours. He didn't have to say much, you felt the same.

"Jesus, darling. You were so brave." he said, kissing your temple. “You were both so brave. And she is…”

“Perfect.”

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himasgod · 13 hours ago

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Hiya, could I please request first years with a reader/Yuu who's actually a lot older? Like, old enough to be a second or third year or maybe old enough to graduate but thanks to Crowley they're stuck in first year 😞

FIRST YEARS X READER

Where you are some years older than them, already graduated back in your world

At first, Ace doesn’t notice you're older. You’re smart, quick-witted, lowkey hot under stress, which is kind of his type, and you're way more competent than the average freshman. He assumes you just have your life together.

Then one day you offhandedly mention you already graduated somewhere else in your world. That this isn’t your first rodeo. That Crowley, in all his magnificent wisdom, stuck you in first year anyway.

“Wait. WHAT?”

He laughs—loudly.“Oh my Seven. You’re an undercover senior?! That’s so cursed. I love it.”

From then on, it’s constant teasing.

“Hey, Grandma, need help crossing the road to Alchemy?”

“Should I walk you Ramshackle after class, or do you want your cane first?”

But the teasing isn’t mean-spirited—it’s Ace’s very acelike way of flirting. What gives him away is the way his eyes linger on you when you laugh, the way he blushes when you lean in too close. The way he gets weirdly smug when you call him cute.

At some point, he admits it:

“Y’know… it’s kinda hot, actually. You being older and all. Like you’ve got everything figured out.”

“I’m literally re-doing high school.”

“Yeah. And now you’re stuck with me,which is obviously the real tragedy here.”

Despite the joking, he starts to really look out for you. Carries your textbooks. Makes sure you eat. Challenges anyone who talks down to you for being a “first year.”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks you deserve more than this weird limbo Crowley dumped you in. And if he can make you smile through it—even if you’re older, even if it’s complicated—he’ll take every chance he gets.

The moment Deuce finds out you’re older than him, it’s over. He’s already liked yo, your poise, your patience—but learning you’re basically repeating school? That you’re dealing with all this on top of it?

He looks at you like you’re a war hero.

“You’ve… already graduated? Like from a whole school back in your world?”

“And now I’m back in first year hell.”

“That’s amazing! I mean—horrible! I mean—”

He bows.

“I promise to support you to the best of my ability, sen—uh—Yuu!”

After that, Deuce is 1000% more formal. He tries so hard to be “mature enough” for you—sits straighter, studies harder, even pretends he totally understands advanced spell theory just to impress you.

You try to ease his tension, but he keeps glancing at you like you're this untouchable inspiring figure.

Which is hilarious when you’re both in a group project and you groan, “Gods, not again,” because you’ve done this assignment in a past life.

“It must really suck, huh? Being older and stuck with a bunch of us dummies.”

“You’re not dumb.”

“Still… I wish you didn’t have to go through this. You deserve better.”“But selfishly, I’m glad I met you this way.”

He gets bolder after that. Offers you his hand when you’re tired. Studies next to you even when he doesn't have to. And every now and then, he’ll slip:

“When we graduate—uh—I mean—when you re-graduate, I hope we can… keep seeing each other? If you're not back in your world by then....”

The crush is obvious. He respects you, maybe a little too much, but there’s something so earnest about how badly he wants to deserve you.

That might be what makes you fall for him in return.

When you first meet, Epel thinks you’re cool as hell. Calm under pressure, sarcastic, kinda intimidating in that “I’ve seen some things” way. He definitely does not clock you as someone older than him.

Then you casually mention you’ve already graduated once. And the look on his face is priceless.

“WAIT. YOU’RE—YOU’RE A WHOLE ADULT?!”

He’s flustered for like three straight weeks after that. Can’t make eye contact. Keeps forgetting his words around you. He’ll be like:

“I wasn’t checking you out! I mean—yes, but I mean, you’re all wise and stuff and I’m just a country boy and—"

Runs into a door.

What makes it worse (for him, better for us): the crush only deepens. Epel is so into the idea of someone older, more experienced, who doesn’t treat him like a delicate little flower. You actually listen when he talks. You know how to handle things. You’re cool.

He starts trying to prove himself: carrying things for you, using big words, pretending to know complex magic theories.

“Oh yeah, totally read that thesis on temporal rune distortion. Real eye-opener.”

(He 100% did not. He saw the title once.)

Eventually, he drops the act. One day, you’re both sitting under a tree after class, and he looks at you.

“I know I’m younger. And maybe I still got stuff to learn. But I ain’t a kid. I mean what I say. And I think I… y’know… I like you.”

There’s a beat of silence. He fumbles.

“Romantically! I mean romantically!!”

You laugh, but the warm kind, and Epel is pink for a week.

He doesn’t stop trying to impress you. But now he does it honestly, with his real self.

You tell him early on. It’s not like you’re trying to hide it.

“I’m technically older. Like, I was going to enter university back in my world. I should be in like... third or fourth grade here. But Crowley…”

Jack’s eyebrows go up.

“Seriously? You already graduated?”

You nod.

“…That sucks.”

And it does. But the way he says it? You know he gets it. He respects you even more after that. You’re responsible, experienced, and clearly strong enough to endure the humiliation of being stuck in first year again.

He also becomes so respectful it's actually kind of adorable. Like you’re this older pack member or smth. Holds doors open for you. Offers to carry your things. Tries not to speak over you.

You catch him watching you sometimes—like he wants to say something but keeps holding back.

Eventually, he admits it:

“I know I’m younger. But I don’t think feelings care about that stuff. I’ve… liked you for a while.”

He avoids eye contact.

“I respect you too much to pretend I don’t.”

If you accept his feelings, Jack is overjoyed—in the quiet, overwhelmed mood. He’s loyal to a fault, protective, and so serious about making you feel respected, not “babysat.”

He knows you’ve had a life before this. But he wants to be part of the next chapter.

When you reveal your age and educational background, Sebek does not take it well.

“You are a first-year! A fellow beginner! It is utterly irrational for you to be older than me!”

Cue him spiraling. He's stomping around, muttering about rules, ORDER. But then he is very flustered. Like so so flustered.

“How DARE Crowley place someone of your caliber in the same year as—”

Pause.

“…As ME.”

Then silence. Then blushing.

Because Sebek absolutely has a crush on you. And now he’s losing it internally because you’re older, more experienced, and somehow even more alluring.

He starts acting even more pompous—like he has to prove himself worthy of your attention.

“Older or not, I shall surpass you through diligence and dedication!”

He shouts this in the hallway. Loudly. In front of everyone.

He won’t say it, but he’s in awe of your emotional maturity. You don’t get rattled the way others do. You handle Crowley’s nonsense with a sigh. You don’t baby him, but you do take him seriously, which throws him completely off balance.

And that only deepens his feelings.

Eventually, after much overthinking and dramatic pacing, he storms up to you one day and blurts out:

“YOUR AGE IS IRRELEVANT TO ME. I ADMIRE YOU. I—CARE FOR YOU. ROMANTICALLY. PLEASE—DON’T LAUGH :( ”

You don’t.

Instead, you gently kiss his cheek. He goes silent.

His ears are red for three days. He refuses to make eye contact and keeps yelling “FOCUS!” at himself under his breath.

But he also stays by your side. Proudly. Passionately.

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── spring into summer, bangchan

♡ 󠀬󠀬dad!bangchan x actress!reader: angst (a lot of it) and heartbreak (again).

♡ synopsis ― You left him behind to chase your dreams, your best friend, your first love. Now you're back, and everything's changed. He's a father. You're a star. But some flames never die. Maybe it waits.

♡ [5,5k] & notes ― oh gosh, thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the love & support. this means so much! here's another chapter for you and i really hope you enjoy this one. you can listen to the playlist HERE.

chapters: CHAPTER O1 - CHAPTER O2

CHAPTER O3

Morning slipped into the room in golden streaks, brushing the floor with light that warmed the air but couldn't quite reach the quiet between your ribs. The scent of clean cotton and yesterday’s cinnamon cookies still lingered like ghosts of a simpler time. The house was still, almost reverent, except for the hum of your thoughts, heavy with the residue of the night before. It hadn't been a dream. Not entirely.

You stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp, skin flushed from the shower, and paused at the sound of a laugh, a sharp, unfiltered sound that cracked through the hush like sunlight through glass. Then came a groan, dramatic and deep, followed by something else. A soft thud. A child’s giggle. And his voice.

Descending the stairs slowly, you hovered just before the living room, careful not to reveal yourself too soon. Something about the moment made you feel like an intruder, like you’d stepped into a life that wasn’t yours anymore.

There he was, Chan, sprawled across the carpet like some fallen myth, arms flung wide, a crooked tiara perched absurdly in his hair. His daughter sat triumphantly on his back, her small hands pressing into his shoulders, the glitter from her dress catching in his curls like it belonged there.

“Daddy,” she said, in that breathless, joy-struck tone only kids have, “you’re supposed to be the dragon.”

“I am the dragon,” he groaned, face buried in the rug. “But this dragon needs five minutes. The princess used forbidden magic again.”

“You said dragons don’t nap!”

“This one does,” he muttered, cracking one eye open with theatrical effort.

You leaned against the doorframe, and the sight hit you with such force it almost made you laugh, almost made you cry. Her tutu flared like cotton candy, her cheeks flushed from play. And him, he looked exhausted in a way that wasn’t just physical. But he was softer here. Gentler. Like the man you remembered when the world was only as big as a hometown and two beating hearts trying to grow up together.

She climbed off him with all the seriousness in the world, placing her fists on her hips. “You’re supposed to fight me. I’m the warrior princess. You’re the evil dragon.”

“Evil?” he blinked at her, feigning a scowl. “And grumpy, too, I suppose?”

She nodded, delighted. “Very grumpy. You never smile.”

“That’s not true,” he said, more to the floor than to her.

“Then prove it,” she challenged, folding her arms. “Smile.”

He paused, mid-breath, and something in his expression shifted, barely, but enough. His eyes softened. A crooked, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth like it had snuck up on him. Real. Unpolished. Briefly unguarded.

Yuna gasped, wide-eyed with delight, as if she'd just witnessed a rare phenomenon.

“See? You can smile!”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he murmured, dragging her into his arms with exaggerated defeat. “I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

She squealed, shrieking through a fit of laughter as he tickled her ribs and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her tiny arms clung tightly around his neck, and without hesitation, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, careless, full of love. He didn’t pull away. Didn’t flinch. Just let it wash over him like he didn’t quite know how to receive it, but couldn’t bear to let it go either.

“You’re not really that grumpy,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his shoulder, her voice softened with certainty.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice low. “Don’t let anyone hear you say that. It’s a secret.”

She nodded solemnly, then reached up with both hands and carefully straightened the crooked tiara in his hair, like she was fixing something fragile and sacred.

Chan glanced up, catching your eyes from across the room. And for the briefest beat, the heaviness in his chest seemed to lift. No past. No grief. Just the golden light of morning and the warm weight of a child in his arms. Something about it made him look younger. Lighter. Like the version of him you used to know, the one who used to laugh without restraint and love without fear.

You stepped into the room, the corner of your mouth twitching upward despite yourself.

“Looks like you two are having fun,” you said, voice calm, casual but your pulse betrayed you.

You weren’t sure how long he’d been lying there, or why he looked so at home in the middle of your parents’ living room floor. But somehow, the absurdity of it didn’t matter. What mattered was how natural it looked. Him. Her. The sunlight.

“Princess!” Yuna shouted, bounding out of his arms and into yours like she hadn’t seen you in days. You caught her, laughing as she wrapped herself around you.

“You have to play with us,” she demanded, breathless with excitement. “Daddy’s the evil dragon and you can be the princess in distress!”

You raised a brow, glancing toward the floor where Chan sat cross-legged, glitter stuck in his curls and that ridiculous plastic tiara still clinging to his hair. His eyes met yours, and there was a flicker of warning in them, playful and sharp. If you laugh, I swear.

You didn’t laugh but you smiled. Just enough to be dangerous.

Yuna took your hand and led you to sit beside him, her little hands already orchestrating the rules of her magical kingdom. But she stopped abruptly, mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing like she was working through something serious.

“Daddy,” she said slowly, “does the princess live in the coffee can?”

You blinked. “What?”

She tilted her head, thoughtful, like she was putting together a puzzle only she could see.

“I saw you,” Yuna said. “At the coffee shop in the supermarket.”

You blinked, confused, trying to follow her childlike logic, until your gaze slowly shifted to Chan, who had gone very, very still.

Yuna pointed, trying to help. “With your face! The smiling one! On the cup! With the big letters. Daddy bought… a lot. Right, Daddy?”

Silence. You turned to him, one brow arched.

He didn’t meet your eyes. “It’s good coffee.”

Your jaw dropped a little. And when it clicked, you laughed, sharp and breathless, bracing your hands behind you as you leaned back.

“Oh my God. You bought coffee with my face on it?”

“I didn’t realize it at first!” he blurted, already defensive, rubbing the back of his neck as a flush crept up his cheeks. “I just grabbed it off the shelf one day and didn’t notice until I got home.”

“And then you bought it again?”

“…It tasted good.”

You were still laughing, and now Yuna was giggling too, even though she clearly had no idea why. You straightened up, smoothed your dress, and turned fully toward him, eyes dancing with mischief.

“So,” you teased, arms crossed. “Are you telling me I’m your favorite blend?”

Chan groaned, tipping his head back with a hand over his face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” you whispered, stepping in closer, close enough that your noses nearly brushed. “You’re obsessed with me. You drink me every morning.”

He looked at you, exasperated, conflicted… and for one brief second, completely undone. You saw it in his eyes the quiet ache, the trace of something unspoken lingering just beneath his breath.

“… Please stop talking,” he muttered.

But he didn’t move away. And neither did you. From the floor, Yuna’s dreamy little voice floated up like a secret she hadn’t meant to share.

“Daddy likes her.”

Chan closed his eyes in defeat. You bit back a smile. He clenched his jaw, clearly trying not to lose it. You pressed your lips together, barely keeping your laughter in check.

He looked at you like a man who had just accepted defeat, cheeks flushed, pride bruised. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance, champ.” You reached up and plucked the tiara from his head, settling it onto your own with mock regality.

He bit down on a smile, but it was there tucked in the corner of his mouth, buried beneath all the things he wouldn’t say. You were too close. Too at ease in his space, too natural with his daughter, too familiar for comfort. And yet, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. That’s what scared him. One more step and he’d kiss you, and he knew it. God, he wanted to. But he couldn’t.

And then, a cough. Sharp. Intentional. You both flinched like guilty teenagers caught sneaking around. Ara stood in the doorway, her backpack slung over one shoulder, one brow already raised.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Chan cleared his throat and stood abruptly, scooping Yuna into his arms like it gave him something to do with his hands. “Nope. Not at all. Just… wrapping up.”

“Where are you going?” you asked, suspicious.

“Ara’s babysitting Yuna for the rest of the day,” he said, avoiding your eyes. “I’ve got work stuff to take care of.”

You looked from your niece to your sister, surprised. That was news. Your tongue burned with the question you were dying to ask.

Instead, you took a breath. “Can I catch a ride?”

Chan hesitated. Just for a second.

Then he nodded once. “Yeah. Sure.”

His voice was casual. Too casual. Like none of this meant anything. But your heart traitor that it was didn’t believe him for a second.

You didn’t really know why you asked for a ride. Maybe part of you just wanted to sit beside him again, to study the man he’d become, to see if any part of the boy you once loved still lived behind his eyes.

After dropping off Ara and Yuna at his house, Chan asked where you wanted to be dropped off. You didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. So you made something up, said you needed to pick up a gift for Felix, since he’d invited you to his bar. Said it would be rude to show up empty-handed.

He didn’t question it. Just drove. When he pulled up by the sidewalk, the silence that followed felt heavier than it should have. It sat between you, dense, like something waiting to be named.

Chan turned slightly, fingers still resting on the wheel. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say. About earlier. What Yuna said.”

You tried to deflect, forcing a smile. “You mean about the coffee?”

But you knew. That wasn’t what he meant. His voice was careful, slow as if he’d rehearsed this in his head and still wasn’t sure it would come out right.

“She’s an open kid. Loves easily. But she’s drawn to you, in a way I haven’t seen before. And I just… I want to be careful. I don’t want her to get confused. Because of Grace.”

There it was, clean, final. Grace. The shame hit like cold water. Your stomach turned.

What were you doing, playing with fire in a house that wasn’t yours? Flirting with a man who didn’t belong to you, not anymore, maybe never again.

“Oh.” You swallowed. “I’m sorry, Chan. I’d never want to interfere. I didn’t mean to—”

But you had. Not in words, maybe. But in the space between them. In the look that lingered too long. In the breathless quiet when he was too close.

You wanted to ask where Grace had been all this time. Why there were no traces of her in the house, no mug, no shoes by the door. You wanted to ask if he had felt it too, the gravity between you, and if it scared him half as much as it scared you. You wanted to ask if he still thought about you the way you still dreamed about him, silently and often.

But you didn’t ask. Because wanting was one thing. Taking it was another.

He opened his mouth again, like he might say more but your phone lit up with a call. Your manager. The timing couldn’t have been crueler. Chan’s hand gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary, and he looked away like it hurt to meet your eyes.

“Thanks for the ride,” you murmured.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Anytime.”

But you both knew that wasn’t true. Time has never been on your side.

You stepped out of the car, and the door shut with the soft finality of something ending. It felt like goodbye. Not the dramatic kind but the quiet, irreversible kind. The kind that carves a small, permanent ache inside your chest.

And as you walked away, you told yourself this was just closure. That the ache would fade. That you could live with what was left. But it was a lie, the kind you tell only when the truth might undo you.

It wasn’t hard to find Felix’s place. The sign read THE AUSSIE, all clean lines and wood grain, somehow managing to feel both sleek and homey, exactly like him. You spotted it from down the street, sunlight catching on the gold lettering.

The “closed” sign in the window gave you pause, but you knocked anyway. A familiar blond head popped up behind the bar. He grinned the second he saw you. He was already moving, unlocking the door with one hand and pulling you into a hug with the other, that kind of hug that made you feel like you’d come home without knowing you’d left.

“Look at you,” he said, pulling back. “What a surprise.”

“Is this a bad time?”

“For you? Never.”

You stepped inside. The space was small but full of charm. Modern, colorful, a little chaotic in a good way. Bottles lined the back wall in a rainbow of glass, and a low stage sat tucked into one corner, waiting for music.

You held out the camellia plant. “For luck. And because I figured you’d like to decorate with anything alive.”

Felix grinned and took it gently, like it was something rare. “You know me too well.” He gestured to the bar. “Sit. I was unpacking some new stuff. I’ll make you something.”

“You sure I’m not interrupting?”

He shot you a look as he ducked behind the counter. “You couldn’t interrupt if you tried.”

You sat, watching as he disappeared into a stack of half-open boxes and bubble wrap. “What do you feel like?” he called out.

“Not alcohol. It’s too early.”

“Wow. Fame really changed you.”

You laughed. “I’ll take something sweet. Surprise me.”

A few minutes later, he slid a glass across the counter. Pink, fizzy, garnished with lemon and a sprig of something green.

“Try that.”

You took a sip. “That’s ridiculous. What is it?”

“Strawberry, lemon, a bit of mint. Nothing fancy.”

“It’s so good, Lix.”

Talking to Felix had always been easy. Maybe because he still looked at you like nothing had changed, even though everything had. Maybe because he’d always been this way, warm, open, kind without trying. Younger than you and Chan, but in a lot of ways, steadier.

He smiled, leaned on his elbows across the bar. “So. Miss Hollywood. Tell me everything.” Felix asked, sliding a drink toward you with that warm smile of his. "Kind of surreal having someone off my TV show up in my bar."

You laughed, brushing a finger along the rim of the glass. "I’m not that famous."

He leaned his elbows on the bar. "Well, you’re here. That counts for something. You were on the screen in my living room last week, and now you’re sipping lemonade in front of me. Feels a little unreal."

"I don’t feel like a celebrity here," you said, voice quieter now. "Honestly, I feel more like… a ghost. Just passing through a life I used to know."

Felix tilted his head, studying you. "Why would you say that? This is your hometown."

You looked down. The drink was cold against your palm. "Doesn’t feel like it. Not anymore."

There was a pause. He seemed to sense where your thoughts had drifted. "Things are not good with Chan?"

You nodded slightly. "He probably sees me as the villain in his story. And maybe he’s right. I left and didn’t look back."

Felix let out a quiet breath, his voice low, thoughtful. "He never said much after you left. Not even to me. Which was weird, you know? He’s never been the open book type, but with you, he used to talk about everything."

You swallowed, eyes fixed on the soft swirl of lemon pulp in your glass.

"At first I thought he needed time. But months went by, then years. Everytime I brought you up, he shut down. He never got angry, just… distant." That hurt more than you'd expected. "When your film won that award," Felix continued, softer now, "we planned a little watch party. He stayed in his room. Said he had a headache. But I knew what it was.”

Your throat tightened.

“He moved on after you left,” Felix said gently. “Met Grace not long after. I think he was happy, at least for a while. And then Yuna came along… She changed everything.”

You looked at him, curious. “Changed how?”

“I don’t know,” he said, thinking aloud. “Something in him softened. Like… a part of him that had shut down lit up again. She brought out something better in him.”

You nodded slowly, the words sitting heavy on your chest. “I was just wondering… about Yuna’s mom. I haven’t seen her around. Is she… sorry if it’s too personal but is she not in the picture?”

Felix gave you a puzzled look. “You mean Grace?”

You nodded.

“She doesn’t live here anymore,” he said plainly. “She and Chan split up when Yuna was two.”

The words landed like a cold wave. “Wait… what?”

“They divorced a while ago,” Felix repeated, watching your reaction. “You didn’t know?”

You stared at him, caught completely off guard. “No. He never mentioned it. I thought they were still together. He always talked like she was still… there.”

Felix leaned back, shaking his head a little. “Yeah. That sounds like him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Keeping things vague. Saying just enough to stop you from asking more. Not lying, exactly. Just... never fully letting you in.”

You were quiet for a moment, trying to piece it together.

“I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t he tell me something like that?”

Felix looked at you with a soft shrug. “I don’t know. But maybe you should ask him.”

You and Ara were curled up on the couch, half-watching some old movie that neither of you had picked, your attention split between the screen and your phone. Your team kept messaging, asking if you could come back earlier than planned. You were mid-email, fingers tapping quickly, when a notification lit up your screen from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey… so, I was thinking… Unknown: dinner? Unknown: it’s chan. your sister gave me your number.

You sat up so suddenly that Ara nearly toppled over.

“Jesus,” she muttered, adjusting the blanket. “What’s with you?”

“You gave my number to Chan?” you asked, phone still in your hand, thumb frozen over the screen.

She didn’t answer right away. Just grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels with exaggerated nonchalance. “Maybe.”

“Ara,” you groaned, chucking a pillow at her. She caught it, laughing.

“What does he want?”

“He invited me to dinner.”

Ara blinked, then grinned. “Oh, you’re going.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You will. And you’re going to let me pick your outfit because we both know you’ll overthink it and ruin everything.”

You didn’t fight her on it.

Almost an hour later, you stood in front of the mirror in a white dress with long sleeves and soft fabric that moved when you did. It wasn’t too much, but it wasn’t casual either. Ara had done your makeup with the kind of focus she used to reserve for school projects. Now, she knew exactly how to bring out your eyes without making it obvious.

It was cool out. Not cold, just the kind of evening that made you want to walk slow. Chan’s house wasn’t far, so you walked. Your heels clicked against the stone pavement, steady and unsure at the same time. You carried a bottle of wine, partly for politeness and partly so you’d have something to do with your hands.

You still didn’t know why he’d invited you. Or why it had taken him this long.

When he opened the door, he looked like he hadn’t fully prepared for the sight of you. His eyes widened for a second barely, but enough. He muttered something under his breath, and you were almost sure it was a curse.

You smiled and lifted the wine. “Figured dinner deserved a bottle.”

He blinked, then opened the door wider. “Yeah. Um… come in.”

His voice was steady, but his hand rubbed the back of his neck like he didn’t know what to do with it.

The house smelled warm. Something savory, something citrusy. You caught a glimpse of the dining table, neatly set with mismatched napkins and a small ceramic dish in the middle that might’ve been a candle holder.

“Wow,” you said, glancing around. “It smells amazing.”

He glanced toward the kitchen, then back at you. “Didn’t know what you liked, so… I kind of made a bit of everything.”

“You cooked?”

“Don’t look so surprised.”

“I’m cautiously impressed.” That pulled a laugh from him, soft and quiet, and some of the tension left his shoulders.

“There’s salmon, rice, veggies. But if it’s all terrible, I’ve got frozen pizza.”

You leaned a little over the counter, peeking into the kitchen. “No takeout boxes in sight. I’m already impressed.”

He busied himself with the plates. You stood there, taking in the quiet. The absence of Yuna made the house feel too still, like something was missing from the background noise.

“She’s at your mom’s?” you asked.

He nodded without looking at you. “Yeah. She’s spending the night. Trampoline, no bedtime. Hard to compete with that.”

You leaned against the counter, fingers brushing the edge. “So… it’s just us.”

That made him pause. His eyes found yours, serious for a breath. “Is that okay?”

You smiled, small but real. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

You both sat down, and he poured the wine you brought. Conversation came easy at first. He told you about his trip to California, how Yuna wouldn’t stop asking about dolphins, how she made him bury her feet in the sand and then cried when she couldn’t get out. He smiled more than you remembered. He told you everything in the singular. I took her. I watched her. I showed her. No we, no us. Not once did he mention Grace.

It felt strange how easy it was to be across from him again. Like time hadn’t passed the way you knew it had. Eight years, and somehow this felt familiar. Not effortless, but steady. Like muscle memory. He laughed, really laughed, head tipped back, hand brushing his chest like the memory you shared had winded him. You sipped your wine to hide the smile tugging at your mouth, but it was too late. He caught it.

Your first film. That ridiculous mistake you made on set that went viral for all the wrong reasons. You hadn’t thought about it in years, but tonight, it lived again between you, and suddenly it wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Just a piece of something you once shared.

His cheeks were pink, the tip of his nose a little flushed. He watched you closely, not in a way that asked for anything, just… present. Listening. Noticing how the red on your lips curved when you smiled or how your voice dipped when you told the punchline.

The food was good. Really good. But it was everything around it that made it feel like more. The quiet between topics wasn’t awkward. The candle flickering beside the wine glasses didn’t feel like it was trying too hard. You didn’t have to pretend. There was a stillness in the air that made you want to hold your breath. A fragile kind of peace. One you weren’t sure you were allowed to have, but you didn’t want to let go of either.

For a moment, it didn’t matter that the past between you was heavy. That there were too many things left unsaid. Being here, now, with him, something about it felt like the door to another version of your life had opened just a crack. And you were standing in it, unsure if you should step through, or close it quietly before either of you noticed.

Hours after dinner, the Monopoly board was a lost cause, scattered across the living room like the aftermath of something that mattered far too much at the time. Paper bills crumpled, tokens tipped over, cards in places they shouldn’t be. Somewhere along the way, the rules had dissolved with the last half-glass of wine.

You were both barefoot on the floor, legs stretched out in opposite directions, close enough to touch. The carpet was warm, worn in all the right places, and it felt like the kind of night that wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but somehow did.

“I think you cheated,” you murmured, tipping your head back to look at him. Your hair brushed your shoulders. Your legs nudged his.

“I think you’re just a bad loser,” Chan said, eyes half-lidded, a grin pulling at one side of his mouth. His voice was soft. A little too soft. Like it wasn’t really about the game anymore.

The bottle lay near the coffee table, forgotten. So did your phone. So did the rules you’d both tried to keep up until now.

“You’ve always been competitive,” you said, quietly, like a fact you didn’t want to remember but couldn’t forget.

“So were you.” He leaned in, not much, just enough for you to feel the shift in the air. “That’s what made us...” He paused. The word hung between you. “Good,” he finished. “That’s what made us good.”

Your pulse kicked up. You tucked your fingers into the rug beneath you, grounding yourself. “Us.”

“Yeah.” He looked at you like he didn’t know what was more dangerous, what had already happened between you, or what could still happen now. “We were unbeatable. You remember that, don’t you?”

You could’ve said no. You could’ve smiled and changed the subject, reached for your drink, laughed it off. But the way he was looking at you made it impossible.

“I remember,” you said, and your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

A stillness settled between you, different than before. Not awkward, just fragile. Like the pause right before a decision you can’t undo. Chan shifted closer. You could feel the warmth of his body in the few inches that separated yours. He wasn’t smiling now. He was looking at you like he didn’t trust himself to speak first.

You held his gaze.

“Chan...” His name barely escaped your mouth. A warning, or maybe a plea. But he didn’t back away.

“You have no idea,” he said, quiet but certain, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

And you knew he didn’t mean the game. He reached for you, not urgently, just enough to make your breath catch. His fingers brushed your arm, his hand tentative, reverent. His face tilted toward yours, his lips parting just enough.

Then, just as his mouth neared yours, you turned your head.

“Don’t,” you said, and your voice trembled. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

His hand dropped. His expression shifted like glass cracking under pressure.

“Don’t do that,” he said, jaw tight.

“Do what?”

“Pretend I don’t know what this is. Pretend I don’t know what I want.”

You exhaled, still not looking at him. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is for me.”

“No,” you said. “Not when there’s so much between us.”

He pulled back, slow but definite. His face hardened, not anger exactly, but something close. The kind of hurt that doesn’t want to admit it’s hurt.

“Right. Of course. It’s always complicated with you.”

“That’s not fair.”

He let out a dry laugh and leaned back, putting distance between you that wasn’t there a moment ago. “No, you’re right. I shouldn’t have tried. I don’t know what I was thinking. Must’ve been the wine.”

You stared at him, heart thudding. “Chan…”

But he shook his head, as if brushing the night off his shoulders.

“It was stupid. I should’ve known you’d still be the same.”

Your chest clenched. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing. Forget it. It’s late. You should go.”

He stood before you could say anything else, brushing his hands down the sides of his jeans as if that could smooth over what had just happened. You stayed on the rug, your face flushed, your throat tightening, your heart slamming against your ribs like it was looking for a way out.

But you weren’t drunk enough to let it slide.

“You don’t get to treat me like this. Not after everything. Not after lying to me.”

He didn’t turn around. He walked to the kitchen, picked up the half-empty glasses of wine and stared at them for a second like they might answer for him.

“I didn’t lie,” he said finally, his tone sharper than before.

“Really?” You stood now too, the weight of your words pressing against your chest. “You didn’t lie? You just forgot to mention that you’re divorced?”

Chan laughed, quiet and humorless, as he leaned against the sink. His arms crossed like a shield across his chest.

“I didn’t lie,” he repeated. “I just didn’t tell you something that stopped being your business a long time ago.”

That hit harder than it should’ve. You took a step back like it might soften the blow.

“But trying to kiss me was that part of the honesty too?”

He moved fast. Too fast. And suddenly, he was right in front of you, close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his skin. His eyes burned into yours, not cold, not cruel, just wounded.

“Would it have mattered?” he asked, voice low and rough. “If I’d told you about the divorce on day one, would it have changed anything?”

You hesitated. And maybe that was the worst answer of all. Because you didn’t know. Because no matter the timeline, no matter the circumstances, he was still him. Still the person your heart never forgot. So would it have made a difference?

“Stop,” you whispered. The tears were there, climbing up your throat, threatening to spill.

But he wouldn’t let it go. “Just answer me. If you’d known… would you have kissed me? Or was this always going to be a dead end?”

You flinched, your voice barely a breath. “You don’t get to ask me that.”

“Why not?” he snapped, eyes suddenly bright with something deeper than frustration, with hurt. “Why can’t I ask? You act like none of it matters, like we can pretend this is nothing.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Because you made it pretty clear you didn’t feel anything for me anymore.”

You shook your head before the first tear even fell, brushing it away fast like it hadn’t happened. Chan stepped closer, his breath uneven, hair falling across his brow as his eyes searched your face like he was trying to find the part of you that used to be his.

“Don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“No, it’s not.”

His laugh came bitter, tight. He looked away, like the sight of you hurt. Like this moment was too much and not enough at the same time.

“Let’s not do this.”

You swallowed hard, your voice unsteady. “Would it change anything… if I told you what I said back then it wasn’t true? That I didn’t mean it?”

His eyes snapped back to yours, wide and wet. There were tears on the edge, clinging but not falling yet. His jaw worked as he tried to form a response, but nothing came out.

“What are you saying?”

You took a step forward. “Would it have mattered, Chan?”

He blinked, and you could see the war happening behind his eyes, confusion and hope tangled together in something that looked a lot like pain.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he whispered, his breath brushing against your cheek. “What are you saying to me right now?”

You didn’t answer. You just reached for his face with both hands, palms soft against the heat of his skin. He flinched at first, then leaned into your touch like he needed it more than air. His eyes closed and the tears finally slipped free, warm trails down your fingers.

You touched his cheek with your thumb, tracing the line the tear had carved. When his eyes opened again, you saw it, everything he had been trying to hold back. All the grief. All the love. All the waiting. You couldn’t run from it anymore. Not after seeing that look. Not when he was standing in front of you like that, heart wide open and breaking.

“I lied,” you whispered.

It landed between you like a confession and a wound at once.

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