#4K IS MY CURSED NUMBER. FOR REASONS

[ssseriema]

YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA!!!!!

[chaconnehoonie]

Wet- L.HS

☼ Lee Heeseung x Fem Reader

Synopsis- As temperatures rise, so does Heeseung’s dick.

WC: 4k+

Warnings: smut, one(1) food play-ish scene, water gun fight, cursing, nothing too extreme it’s just pwp

Smut warnings: Verbal and physical teasing, kissing, oral(f), unprotected sex, creampies, voyeurism and they (kinda) get caught, pool/outdoor sex

This is fiction and the scenarios are completely fake and from my brain, none of the characters are accurate in real life, MDNI!

A/N: This was originally supposed to be written for Sunghoon but I can’t get over that picture of Heeseung so I changed my mind. Enjoy!

You’re so hot

The summer sun warms the exposed areas of skin, but your water soaked shirt keeps you cool in the one hundred degree weather. God damn the sun and its harsh rays—cursing the land with heat waves and rising temperatures that force you and your friends to find ways to cool off.

Heeseung can’t help but stare.

Even as he feels a stream of water hit the back of his head, he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Especially when Jake takes aim and pulls the trigger of his water gun to shoot straight at the center of your chest. God bless the sun.

“Alright, pervert! You got me.” You run a hand through your wet hair, laughing to yourself as you make your way towards your friends and knock water guns with Sunoo as a small celebration.

Jake shoots you one last time, whining about how unfair you play. “Seriously, how did you even get back there? I swear I checked thrice! I want to switch teams!” You poke the muscle of bicep that’s outlined by his own soaking wet shirt, teasing him for his terrible skills at his own game.

“Maybe you should’ve checked better.” With a click of your tongue you prance towards the pool, placing a palm upon the hot pavement to determine the heat. Heeseung watches as you stand up and pull your shirt off of yourself, back arching and neck rolling back as you peel the sticking fabric off of your body to reveal your bikini.

He admires the way you swiftly throw your shirt to the side, grabbing your beach towel and placing it next to the pool to sit on. Plopping yourself onto it, you dip your freshly painted toes into the water and splash them around.

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Jay startles Heeseung from his trance, snapping his head to see the younger is now the only person standing next to him, a quirked eyebrow following his question. “I can’t.”

Heeseung replies simply, turning back just in time to notice Sunghoon handing you a small ice cream cone. He’s unable to focus for long as his attention is caught by Sunoo loudly laughing from the pool, where Jake is swimming around with an open mouth, begging Sunghoon to at least attempt to throw his own cone into his mouth from where he stands next to you.

“I don’t think Sunghoon would like that.” Heeseung sighs, shaking his head and deciding his own fate is to watch you from afar. To admire you from a distance.

But Jay wouldn’t let that happen. He doesn’t call himself “Heeseung’s number one wing man” for no reason, which is why he encourages his friend to go after you. Even if Sunghoon seems to be the only guy in your field of vision.

Of course, you’re just friends. At least that’s what you both claim. Heeseung doesn’t believe it though, in fact, he believes you two have been keeping it on the low. He’s created a whole fantasy relationship between his two friends— a fantasy that he isn’t a part of.

“Your first problem is not Sunghoon.” Jay brings up the topic once they’ve made their way into the cool house, alone. “The problem is you thinking there’s something going on between them.” Heeseung scoffs, taking a beer from Jay then turning his head to look at you through the window.

Your ice cream cone is melting in the hot sun, creamy liquid running through your fingers and down your forearm and Heeseung shivers. He’s always known he has a strong imagination, but with the visual stimulation right there; the suggestively colored desert leaving trails of itself down your arm, he can only imagine how his is own cream would adorn your body.

“Are you even listening?” Jay smacks his friend’s head, snapping him out of his scandalous fantasy. “You need to make a move. And I promise you Sunghoon won’t care. Sure, he’s a little protective but he’s your best friend too—he knows what’s best for both of you.”

Heeseung only pays attention to the first half of Jay’s rant, falling back into a trance as you finally lick a long stripe up your forearm, swapping your ice cream cone to the other hand to suck on your messy fingers. He only looks away when Sunghoon grabs your wrist and forces your fingers further down your throat and you gag for a second, then bring your ice cream and spit covered hand to the back of Sunghoon’s head, pushing him into the pool with Jake and Sunoo.

“You’re so right.” Heeseung’s voice is barely audible to Jay. “What-”before Jay can even question him, the older is patting him on the back and muttering a quick thanks you’re the best and rushing outside. Jay stands there for a second, sighs, then quickly entertains himself with an unopened bottle of vodka. He’ll pay Sunghoon back later.

You move your attention from the pool to the house just in time to see Heeseung sitting down next to you. You note that he looks nervous, maybe even shy, but you don’t say anything to humiliate him. Yet.

“Hi, Hee. What’s up?” You chirp out before bringing what’s left of your ice cream to your lips, licking a sensual stripe along the side. You don’t break eye contact with Heeseung as you twist the cone between your fingers, coating the entire expanse with your tongue.

Heeseung gulps, adam’s apple bobbing as he watches a drop of melted cream land on your chest, then can’t help but follow it with his eyes as it glides down your skin over your right breast, then between your breasts, and finally landing somewhere in the covered area of your bikini top.

As if he wasn’t just ogling your body, he looks back up to see you staring at him in amusement, and finally answers your question. “Nothing.”

You nod, smirking to yourself and quickly glancing towards all four of your friends now in the pool. “Nothing, huh?” You repeat and he nods eagerly.

“So what about that?” Your gaze drops to his lap, and only then does he realize how hard he’s gotten over this short interaction. “That seems pretty up to me.” You tease, letting out a giggle before abruptly standing up and stretching out the hand currently holding your ice cream.

Heeseung grabs the cone, confused but so love-struck that he’s barely processing anything at the moment. You push his hand closer to his mouth, watching as drops land onto the crotch of his swim trunks and he once again follows your gaze.

Grabbing his cheek with one hand and pushing the ice cream past his lips with the other, you smile widely at him. “Finish for me, yeah?”

.☼.

If yesterday really happened, then Heeseung is in a slight dilemma. After arriving home last night, he did finish for you. At least, he hopes that’s what you meant by finish. Perhaps you really did mean the yummy treat but he knows you. He knows your double meanings and your teasing jokes.

But this makes his situation all the worse. To anyone else, these interactions would have confirmed your requited feelings for Heeseung, but it’s you. You’re so confusing.

With the way you’re so teasing with everyone, and the way you show affection in questionable manners. Even the way you openly treat all and any of your friends as if they’re your boyfriend.

Heeseung remembers when Sunoo complimented the scent of your lip gloss, so in return you kissed him for a solid five seconds, stating that you “just wanted him to taste it”. Yeah, sure.

Or the time Jake wanted you to clean up his eyebrows for him, which resulted in you sitting in his lap for fifteen stiff minutes applying your entire skin care routine on him.

Whatever you have going on in your head, it confuses Heeseung. Which is why he decided he’s finally going to man up and ask you on a date at your daily pool hang out.

At least, he’s going to try to. Hopefully if you’re not wearing his favorite red bikini. Hopefully if you somehow magically forgot the events of yesterday. Hopefully if he just grows some balls and lets his feelings free for the first time in years. Probably not.

.☼.

It’s safe to say, you did not forget the events of yesterday, you’re definitely wearing Heeseung’s favorite red bikini, and he has not at all grown any balls to even make eye contact with you yet.

He’s been here for an hour. One whole agonizing hour of watching you climb onto Jake’s shoulders and wrestle Sunghoon who is on Sunoo’s shoulders. Thankfully, Sunoo has thighs of steel and is able to keep Sunghoon steady while you push and pull all in an attempt to knock him over.

Heeseung’s jaw clenches and his eyes don’t leave your hands— your hands that are currently touching up every part of Sunghoon’s body. He contemplates leaving now and skipping out on the guy’s night he and his friends hold biweekly.

Your fingers grip Sunghoon’s biceps before making their way to his chest, nails scratching their way down his ridged stomach, letting out frustrated groans as you poke and poke at Sunghoon’s body.

Oh, how Heeseung wishes it was his body you were touching. He can’t take it anymore, standing up quickly and pushing his lawn chair back, where it hits the floor with a loud crash before making his way into the house just like he did yesterday.

The crash distracts you and Sunghoon takes this as an advantage as he swiftly loosens your harsh grip on Jake’s shoulders and pushes you down into the water.

From outside of the pool, Jay sighs to himself before following Heeseung back inside, finding him snooping through Sunghoon’s home bar.

“She’s not going to fuck you if you’re not sober, you know.” Heeseung jumps at the sound of Jay’s voice, almost dropping one of the expensive bottles of alcohol.

He shrugs and continues snooping. “Who said anything about fucking?” His reply is nonchalant but his best friend can see right through his act. “Your eyes say everything I need to know.” Jay laughs to himself but Heeseung doesn’t find it funny.

“Whatever. She’s not into me like that anyways.” Heeseung speaks like he’s trying to convince himself, but Jay can hear the hopeful tone in his voice. “Trust me. She was eye fucking you earlier when you weren’t looking.”

Jay barely gets the sentence out before Heeseung is visibly perking up. “Really?!” His face is bright and his eyes are glossy and wide. “Relax, man. Don’t pop a boner in front of me.” Jay teases his friend and Heeseung rolls his eyes in embarrassment, because he definitely would grow stiff at just the mention of your name.

Jay heads back towards the sliding door but turns back to Heeseung before he opens it. “By the way, Hoon invited her to stay the night with us also.” He smiles to himself before continuing his sentence. “So please try to keep it down if you do happen to make it past first base.” With that, he makes his way back to the pool and leaves Heeseung with a heavy problem in his swim trunks.

.☼.

Heeseung opens his eyes to the sound of obnoxious snoring echoing throughout Sunghoon’s living room. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep but by the looks of it, everyone else seems to have knocked out by now too. Closing his eyes, he decides to try to fall back asleep. Until he’s startled awake-

“Heeseung.”

Shooting his eyes back open, he sits up from his place on the couch and looks around the dark room. With his eyes adjusting to the lack of light, he can only barely make out your figure kneeling next to him on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?” He whispers a little too loudly and you stand up, a palm covering his mouth swiftly as you take place onto the couch next to him.

Heeseung is a big man, meaning he already takes up most of the space, leaving you only a small sliver of cushion to sit on. So, you climb up onto his lap to get comfortable— because of course you would. Stiffening up from under you, he makes eye contact with you the best he can with the dim lighting, only the moonlight peeking through the curtains.

“I couldn’t sleep.” You whisper, slowly taking your hand off of his mouth and trailing it down his chest and stomach, finally resting it at his side. Your thumb swipes comfortably there, almost as if you’re reassuring him, letting him know that this is real. “And I’m bored.” You lean in closer to him, your hand now coming up to his chest and pushing him to lay flat underneath you, his head landing softly on the armrest of the couch.

He gulps, big doe eyes looking up at you almost innocently. But you know that’s not the case. You’ve seen the way he watches you when he thinks you’re not looking. Seeing him drool over you is one thing but seeing him think he’s being slick with it? It, makes you way more aroused than you’d like to admit.

However, it’s taken too long for him to act on his desires, so you decide to do it for him. “Wanna help me?” Your voice is sultry and low, and Heeseung’s tummy feels warm as it stirs with excitement when he nods. Leaning down slowly, you stop as soon as the tip of your nose brushes Heeseung’s. Nodding your head slightly, you rub your nose against his almost domestically, before leaning in and lightly pressing your lips to his.

The kiss doesn’t last long, as you’re quick to pull away and smile. But Heeseung isn’t pleased yet, instead cupping the back of your head with his hand and pulling your face back towards his. Your lips smash together almost painfully, but you’re distracted quickly as his tongue immediately pushes its way into your mouth. It’s warm and wet, strong as it glides against yours in a teasing manner.

You catch his bottom lip between yours, sucking on it for a second before biting it softly and pulling away, watching as it bounces back now glossy and red. Heeseung expects more, but to his surprise, you just jump off of his lap and quietly walk to the door that leads outside.

Looking back, you watch his silhouette as he runs a hand through his hair and sits up again. You turn back to unlock the door, already taking your shirt off to expose your bare torso before turning to him one last time. “You coming?”

.☼.

If anyone had told Heeseung two days ago that he would be not only skinny dipping at 2am with you—but shoving his tongue down your throat as well, he wouldn’t believe it.

But, lo and behold, he currently has your back pressed to the edge of the pool with your legs wrapped around his naked waist, lips locked and swollen.

It all happened in a rush, between you stripping to nothing in front of him to him following your lead and ending up intertwined, he suddenly finds himself in a dream-like state.

Was this really happening? The girl he’s been craving for years is finally giving him a chance? Heeseung feels like happiest man on earth right now, and judging by the little moans you let out every now and then, he thinks you may feel the same.

“Heeseung.” You practically whimper as he drags his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at your warm skin. His lips kiss down your chest softly, landing on one of your hard nipples. He pecks it so so softly, almost afraid of hurting you, but you want it to hurt. Grabbing the back of his head and pushing your chest forward, you encourage him to take your nipple into his mouth and he easily gets the hint.

He’s barely done anything and you’re already shaking in his arms, gripping his biceps and throwing your head back with a loud moan. “Heeseung- I need you to fuck me.”

He stops immediately, then slowly detaches his mouth from your nipple and looks up at you. “Yeah? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” He thrusts his hips up, his movements slowed by the water but his cock still manages to brush against your folds. You bite your lip, nodding your head eagerly and Heeseung smiles. “Let me get a taste of it first.”

Without waiting for your response, he lifts you up and places you at the edge of the pool, your pussy sat deliciously in front of where he keeps himself afloat.

He almost drools, noting the way he can still see your slick drip out of you despite your whole body being drenched in pool water. Heeseung wastes no time, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so his tongue can lap at your slit.

The pleasure sends a shock through your body, your back arching almost painfully and your hips push themselves harder against Heeseung’s face. He’s forced so close into your cunt that you can feel each feature—his nose stimulating your clit as his tongue teases your entrance and his plush lips sucking almost obnoxiously all while his chin is already slippery with your arousal.

“Ah-fuck!” He’s only been at it for a few minutes yet you’re already so close. But this isn’t want you want. No, as much as you want to release all over his pretty nose, you didn’t seduce him just to finish so quickly. So, you use all of your strength to pull him off of you and scoot away. “Need you to fuck me, now.”

That’s all it takes for Heeseung to lift himself out of the pool, pick you up, and then throw you on the nearest lounging chair. Thank fuck for Heeseung convincing Sunghoon to buy these at the start of the summer. Otherwise he may have opted for fucking you on the itchy grass.

Grabbing his face, you pull him down, kissing him with a sloppy force while you grow more impatient by the second. “How do you want it?” He’s so polite as he asks, but just the idea of him caring about your pleasure is so arousing. You turn around, placing your cheek on the cushion of the pool lounger and wiggling your ass to taunt him.

It works, of course, and Heeseung takes his place behind you. He slaps his thick girth on the crevice of your ass, feeling the heat between your bodies mix with the humid summer night air. “Hurry, please.” You whine but he just shushes you, dropping his cock to gather your slick on his tip.

You’re tired of waiting, pushing yourself back only slightly to feel him enter you just an inch. “Oh, God.” You gasp, caught off guard by the stretch of just the head. He fights the urge to fully push himself in, instead gently sliding in more, your walls clenching tighter and tighter as each inch stretches you out, a tingling feeling fluttering in your stomach.

He fully bottoms out, standing still with his hands on your hips for a second, before somehow pushing even deeper. You squeak, brows furrowing as you try to ignore the pain of the threatening size currently stuffing you full. You open your eyes, looking back to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his eyes shut.

You reach your hand back and tap his own hand, letting him know he can finally move. He nods, leaning forward a bit to hover his body closer to yours. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” You smile at him for a second, but it’s quickly replaced by an open mouthed moan as he pulls back a few inches, then slams himself back in.

Building up a steady pace, he thrusts a few times before finally letting out his first moan. And God, was it beautiful. “Yes-yes let me hear you, baby.” Your voice is weak as his thrusts push your whole body against the chair, your breath unsteady and shaky with each meet of your hips.

It feels amazing, but you can’t help but feel that Heeseung is trying to be gentle with you, which you don’t want. Pushing yourself back again, you meet his thrusts with quiet hmph hmph hmph noises that catch his attention. “You need more? Yeah? My cock isn’t enough for you, needy baby?” He coos at you but you know he’s still holding back. “Please, Heeseung. More.” Your fragile voice ignites something in him, and you’re suddenly being picked up by your hair.

Heeseung grabs your wrists and pins them to the top of the lounger, romantically intertwining his fingers between yours before aggressively snapping his hips against your ass. You let out an almost-too-loud moan, but it only fuels Heeseung more. Your bodies are close and he can’t pull back fully, so instead he fucks into you at a fast, almost blinding pace.

He watches your ass jiggle as it meets his pelvis, the bouncing fat sending him to an almost trance like state. The only thing that snaps him out of it is your whiny voice. “Harder, Heeseung, harder!” He pulls out fully, not giving you time to process his actions as he sits down on the lounger and pulls you on top of him, slipping his cock back into your heat easily.

Thrusting up once, twice, then a third time, he watches your thighs tremble as you try to hold yourself up for him. He finds it cute, how you’ve teased him for so long only to end up too cock drunk to even ride him. He wraps his arms around your body, pulling you flat against him so you’re chest to chest with your face in his neck.

He slowly drags his cock out of you, then fully shoves it in, a loud squelching noise following. “So fucking wet. So fucking noisy.” He grits his teeth, clenching his jaw as he fucks up into your cunt in an almost inhumane pace. “Ah ah ah, shit! I’m cumming, Heeseung!”

Your warning barely falls from your lips as you clench impossibly tight around him, body stiffening for a second until your toes curl and you feel the knot in your stomach releasing with a tingling sensation spreading throughout your entire body, which then goes limp against Heeseung’s.

This encourages him to thrust harder, chasing his own release that he can already sense creeping up on him. His fingers dig into your ass, nails leaving indents as his hips don’t slow down. The sound of your release mixing with the slapping of his balls on your ass is all too much, and he finally lets himself go.

“Gonna cum in you, baby. Gonna cum so fucking deep-fuck!” He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, hips stilled and cock stuffed so deep inside of you, you’re sure you’ll end up pregnant even on birth control.

He slowly lowers his hips, caressing your back soothingly as if he’s apologizing for his harsh treatment before. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you?” He cups your cheeks to look into your eyes, only to meet your fucked out expression and lazy smile. “That was the best I’ve ever had.”

That was enough to almost have Heeseung stiffening up again, if not for the sound of the sliding door opening and Jay’s pissed off voice. “Brought you guys some towels.” He walks out with a hand covering his eyes and the other holding out two beach towels, which he throws on the floor carelessly, then walks back to the door. “I told you to keep it down if you got past first base.”

[seungkwansphd]

contusion confusion

pairing: seungcheol x afab reader word count: 4K synopsis: your clumsy lab partner left a bruise on you. seungcheol seems disproportionately upset by it, but it makes way more sense once you understand why. themes: college au, best friend seungcheol, double sided repressed feelings, possessive and jealous seungcheol. warnings: smut, mentions of bruising/marking, mention of reader being smaller than seungcheol.

a/n: i started this literally one year ago and lost steam. and then blonde.fucking.scoups comes along and truly does a number on me. anyways, bon appetit, LOL

“What the hell happened to you?” Seungcheol’s eyes widened as you stretched your legs across his lap on the sofa.

“What?” you blinked at him, taking your eyes off of the television momentarily.

“What’s this bruise from?” he asked, resisting the strong urge to touch the bluish purple mark just above your elbow.

“Ah, that!” you shrugged, “I almost tripped the other day in lab. Mingyu grabbed me, but he might as well have let me fall! Who knew someone could bruise you just from grabbing you! Like how strong is that dude even?” you rolled your eyes. Grumbling, you returned your attention to the screen.

Seungcheol stewed next to you. While he had no real claim or reason to be upset at your lab partner, every time you brought him up, it made him want to strangle someone.

Mingyu was so tall that you had to readjust the titration burette between replicates. Mingyu was all sweaty because he had come to lab right after the gym. Mingyu didn’t cover his face while sneezing.

Seungcheol eagerly awaited next semester when he wouldn’t have to hear about this man anymore.

Swallowing, your eyes flitted nervously to your best friend’s hands, which were stroking your calves absentmindedly as he watched the show. While just a mindless gesture on his part, you were struggling silently with the way it made your insides turn just slightly into jelly.

“Cheol, that tickles!” you finally pulled your legs away, curling into a ball against the armrest of the sofa.

“Oh, sorry,” he smiled sheepishly at you, seeming distracted. It almost seemed like your friend was sulking, but you couldn’t understand why. You were watching a sitcom!

…

“There you are!”

You looked up to see your lab partner standing over your table, clutching the straps of his backpack.

“Oh, hey Mingyu,” you furrowed your brows at him, “Did you need something?”

“I thought we were supposed to be working on our lab report today?” he cocked his head at you, wondering if he had gotten the time wrong.

“Oh shit!” you cursed, “I’m so sorry Gyu, I totally lost track of time!”

“That’s okay,” he laughed, “It’s not that big of a deal. You want to work on it now?”

“Sure!” you nodded, glancing at Seungcheol and Jeonghan, who were immersed in their computer programming assignments. “Do you mind if Mingyu joins us? We have a lab report.”

“Yes, we heard,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes at you, “Sure that’s fine.”

“Thanks,” Mingyu nods before taking the seat next to you.

“Did you start anything for it yet?” you asked, pulling your lab notebook out of your backpack.

“Whoa, did I really grab you that hard that day?” Mingyu exclaimed, seeing the purple bruise on your arm.

“Yes, it fuckin’ hurts too!” you squinted at him, annoyed.

“I didn’t think you could bruise someone just by grabbing them. I guess I’m just super strong, huh?” Mingyu preened.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you threatened to punch him.

Jeonghan observed Seungcheol’s shift in mood with mild interest as you and Mingyu muddled your way through your lab report.

“I need some coffee or I’m going to rip my eyeballs out,” you announced after calculating mole fractions for far too long. You stood from the table to move towards the cafe in the library. You tapped your fingertips on your wallet mindlessly as you calculated how many shots of espresso you could consume without your heart bursting out of your chest.

“YN!” a familiar voice greeted you as they tapped your shoulder.

“Ah, hey!” you smiled at Bina, your lab partner from last year. “Ugh, I’m working on a lab report and it is giving me flashbacks to last semester!”

“Oh my god, please don’t remind me!” she rolled her eyes. You two had barely managed to scrape through that class. Unlike you, it had been her only chem requirement, so she was free of the horror of lab reports now. “Who’s your lab partner this semester?”

“Mingyu Kim,” you scrunched up your nose slightly, “God bless him, but he is such a klutz.”

“Wait, no. Mingyu? The Kim Mingyu?” Bina paled slightly.

“Why? Do you know him? Is there tea?” you looked at her with wide eyes.

“No, god I wish. He’s just so hot to me! I’m jealous, I would slog through another semester of chem to be his lab partner.”

“Would you?!” you gaped at her, thoroughly alarmed. “You’re sick in the head over this man,” you laughed heartily.

“No, probably not,” Bina chuckled after giving it some more serious consideration. “But I’d think long and hard about it.”

“We’re sitting over there if you wanna stop by and say hi. I’ll introduce y’all,” you offered before placing your order with the cashier.

“I might do that,” she craned her head to see exactly where your table was. “You’re sitting with Seungcheol too? My friend is infatuated with that man. They’re in Comp Sci together. Can she come say hi too?”

“S-sure,” you answered blankly. You had no stake or claim, but something in you wanted to scream ‘NO!’ when you heard Bina ask that question.

“You’re the best, we’ll be over in a bit,” Bina smiled brightly at you, giving you a squeeze.

“Okay, I’m ready to resume crying,” you announced when you returned to the table with your beverage.

“Okay, good, cause I’m ready to take a break from crying,” Mingyu looked up at you pitifully. “I think I figured out 4. So then if we can figure out 5, then we just need to pull together some nonsense for the discussion.”

“Okay, okay,” you nodded determinedly. By some miracle, question 5 was just some simple dilution practice, so before long you and Mingyu were typing furiously, chipping away at the remainder of the lab report.

“Hey YN!” Bina’s voice pulled you out of a sentence about how (DUH) important it was to switch pipettes between samples.

“Oh, hey Bina! What’s up?” you waved excitedly at your friend, eager to do some meddling for her.

“Not much, how are you? Long time no see!”

“Yes, luckily you’re done with your chem requirements, otherwise you’d be here crying with us,” you laughed as Mingyu and Seungcheol looked on at you with interest. Jeonghan had long ago put on a pair of noise canceling headphones and was ignoring everybody. “Mingyu, Bina was my lab partner last semester. And she was a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t help but tease.

“Hey!” Mingyu pouted.

“I mean at the very least she’s my height, so I didn’t have to readjust the biuret every time we titrated,” you rolled your eyes playfully at Bina.

“It’s not my fault you’re both short,” Mingyu protested, eyes flickering to Bina for some support.

“If it makes you feel better, I was terrible in lab too,” she offered up sympathetically, “YN is my patron saint of chemistry. Did she ever tell you about how I exploded two crucibles one time?”

“No!” Mingyu looked at her with interest, “Was YN also very mean to you and made you finish your work way ahead of time?”

“Yes!” Bina giggled excitedly, “Like why can’t we pull all nighters like normal people?”

“Hell no, I’m not disrupting my sleep schedule for y’all. No thanks,” you shook your head stalwartly. “Anyways, you two should exchange numbers so you can complain about me on your own time,” you chuckled. Bina and Mingyu seemed to agree and set about that task enthusiastically.

“Ah, sorry I’m being rude, this is my friend Hayoung! We’re in a writing foundations class together so we were working on that.”

“Hi,” she waved at everyone shyly.

“Hayoung, what’s your major?” you asked.

“Computer science, focusing on human & computer interactions.”

“Ooh?! Love me a girly in STEM! These two are comp sci as well! Do you all know each other?” you asked, mostly Seungcheol as Jeonghan was still intent on ignoring you.

“Maybe? You look kind of familiar, but I don’t talk to many people in class,” he chuckled honestly.

“I think we might have a class together?” Hayoung smiled.

“Oh wonderful! You two should exchange numbers too! Maybe you can work on comp sci stuff together,” you suggested. They weren’t really giving you too much to work with, if you were being honest.

“I’d actually love that,” Hayoung’s eyes creased into a smile, “I don’t know that many people in the major.”

“Is it because they’re being sexist?” your eyes widened and you raised a fist theatrically, “I’ll fight them all for you. Cheol, you will too, right? Jeonghan’s not much use in a fight, if I’m being honest,” you commented quietly, glancing at the target of your teasing.

“Sure,” Seungcheol’s face creased into a real smile as he watched you whisper about Jeonghan animatedly.

Hayoung and Seungcheol exchanged phone numbers as you watched on excitedly. Hayoung was clearly pleased, but Seungcheol was making a face as if he had tasted something odd, but was too polite to say anything about it.

“Bina is so cute!” Mingyu remarked happily after they both left, “Lucky you with your cute lab partners!”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes at him, “I love doing unpaid babysitting in the lab.”

…

“Cheol, can I crash on your couch?” you spoke after he picked up your call.

“Yeah, of course! Are you okay?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed, worried.

“Yeah, I’ve just been sexiled,” you grumbled, starting your walk towards Seungcheol’s apartment. He met you about halfway and the two of you caught up on the walk back.

“How are things with Hayoung?” you asked, not quite making eye contact.

“What?” his hand slipped as he was moving to turn the doorknob.

“Hayoung, did you guys ever meet up to work on comp sci together?” you asked, lips pursed as you followed him into his apartment.

“Oh, no, she texted me but I forgot to text her back,” Seungcheol shrugged.

“Text her back, you jerk!” you poked Seungcheol insistently, “Hayoung’s cute! And she likes you.”

“That’s good for her,” Seungcheol grumbled, irritated at your attempt to push him towards someone else. Maybe his cause was truly hopeless.

“You’re acting weird,” you glanced at him oddly before flopping down on the couch.

“No, you take the bed,” Seungcheol ignored your statement and plopped down near your feet, tapping your legs lightly.

“No! I’m not gonna kick you out of your bed!” you protested.

“No, seriously, sleep on the bed. I always wake up before you anyways. I’ll end up waking you up if you sleep out here.”

“I-,” you tried to think of another excuse, but he wasn’t your best friend for no reason. He knew you just as well as you knew yourself. “Okay,” you acquiesced, hopping up from the couch to walk into his room, “Do you need anything from here before bed?” you turned to ask him, hand on the doorframe.

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“Okay, thanks again for letting me crash,” you smiled at him before pulling the door not quite closed behind you.

Once inside, you dropped your bag and helped yourself to a t-shirt and pair of shorts from Seungcheol’s drawers. You laughed at the way you were swimming in the shirt.

“I look ridiculous,” you laughed, walking back out into the living room. “Cheol, look,” you spread your arms out to your sides, showing Seungcheol the way that his t-shirt just swallowed you.

“I-,” his brain stopped for a few moments. He wouldn’t say anything, but he could in fact see your nipples as you tried to show him whatever you were showing him. “What?”

“Your shirt is too big on me,” you folded your arms over your chest, irritated that he had been listening.

“Oh yeah, well I’m bigger than you,” he replied curtly.

“Well, yeah,” you glanced away from him. He was in such an odd mood today! You grumbled just a little bit before flopping down on the bed. You were tired.

Tossing and turning, you fought for a long time to push down the arousal that was building in your gut. Being enveloped by Seungcheol’s scent was making your brain go haywire. You could feel yourself throbbing and you bit down on your fist in an effort to try and distract yourself, but that hadn’t worked. Glancing nervously at the door, you contemplated seeking some relief, but the idea of doing it in Seungcheol’s bed while he was just outside the door inspired guilt, worry, and worst of all, excitement. 

You managed to ignore yourself for about ten minutes before your left hand snuck down between your thighs, stroking them softly. Sinking deeper into Seungcheol’s pillows, you closed your eyes and imagined your best friend’s hands softly caressing and spreading your legs apart. You were embarrassed to hear the wet sounds of yourself opening up, but not embarrassed enough to stop. Your right hand came to tease the sensitive undersides of your breasts as your fingertips stroked languidly through your folds.

In the living room, Cheol wrestled with whether to disturb you or not. Several minutes ago, he had noticed that one of his textbooks was still in his room. He’d been planning to get ahead on a problem set, so it wasn’t as if he needed to disturb you, but he also didn’t see himself falling asleep anytime soon. Chewing his lip, he noticed that the door was still slightly ajar and decided to retrieve the book as you must not have gone to bed just yet.

When his eyes first landed on your face, your brows were knit up in utter concentration as your hands worked feverishly under the covers. Your front teeth had your lower lip pinned down as you bit back the loudest of your desperate noises. Seungcheol’s pupils dilated as he registered what was happening. Frantically, he tried to back out of the room, but his sweater caught the edge of a pamphlet that had been hanging off the bookshelf, sending a handful of items clattering to the floor.

“Fuck!” your eyes shot open, panicked as you met Cheol’s gaze, “I’m, you-, help!” you squeaked, pulling the covers over your face as you wished to vanish off the face of the earth.

Seungcheol’s mind went blank as he walked towards you, placing his hands over yours to pull down the covers. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, so overcome with embarrassment that you failed to register the look of hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Cheol, I didn’t, I shouldn’t have done that here!”

“What?” he cocked his head to the side, brain not really functioning.

“It’s your bed!” you looked at him as if he was crazy, “I just-, you smell so good,” you spoke without thinking.

“I…,” he looked you up and down, “You’re telling me I inspired this?”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, oh my god!” you groaned, trying to shrug under the covers again. Seungcheol’s large hands held you still and you watched in disbelief as he brought your left hand up to inspect it. The shine of moisture on your fingers was mortifyingly telling, but he surprised you to your core when he brought your hand to his mouth and sucked your wet fingers inside.

“Huh?!” you choked out, eyes fluttering shut as he tongue stroked between your digits, tasting you thoroughly.

“You should’ve told me about this sooner,” he told you, voice gravely with desire, “I’ve been torturing myself trying to ignore how much I think about you.”

“Oh?” you blinked at him in disbelief.

“Yes, oh,”  Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you, “Now let me help, as you requested.”

His fingers wandered. His eyes widened slightly when he felt just how wet you were. The rumble that emitted from his chest almost sounded like a purr and you found yourself quickly breathless at his ministrations.

“Cheol,” you moaned, melting slightly as his substantially larger fingers swirled dizzyingly through your folds. He smirked down at you, more than pleased to hear your saying his name in that manner.

“So needy,” he chuckled, eyes flicking over you.

“Well I was halfway there when you walked in,” you teased him and his eyes flashed at you, a subtle warning.

He raised one eyebrow at you before sliding his fingers inside of you. You choked on your breath at the intrusion, though your legs parted asking for more.

“You-, your fingers!”

“Mm, how do they feel?” he smirked at you, confident.

“I knew they’d stretch me out, bigger than mine,” you panted and his eyes widened at the realization that this wasn’t the first time you’d imagined this.

“You think about me a lot?” he raised an eyebrow at you, now cocky.

“No,” you lied, glancing away to avoid his eyes.

“My thick fingers spreading you open,” he continued anyways, smirking when he felt the way you reacted around him.

“Seung-,” you whined, overwhelmed at the way he teased you.

“God I like hearing you say my name like that,” Seungcheol shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Can I see you?” he asked, other hand itching to peel back the comforter.

You nodded wordlessly. You were slightly mortified to reveal yourself to him in this way, but his other hand quickly distracted you. You watched his eyes rove across you appreciatively until they trained in on your bruise, his jaw clenching.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” he exhaled sharply.

“Why? It wasn’t on purpose!”

“No, it’s not-,” Seungcheol paused. “That’s not why. I was annoyed because the idea of getting to be the one to leave marks on you has rendered me…basically unable to produce coherent thought.”

“Oh? OH,” your eyes widened, gears in your brain turning. “I mean…all yours, Cheol,” you smiled sheepishly at him.

“Really?” he groaned, looking at you appreciatively as he thought about exactly where and how he’d like to mar your skin.

“Seungcheol!” you snapped at him as he continued to mumble to himself.

“Maybe a handprint here?” he grazed your upper thigh with his palm, eyes dancing mischievously at you. “Or a necklace of hickeys,” he growled as he nipped at the base of your neck. He had decided to seize the opportunity to tease you, and as much as you liked it, you only had so much patience.

“Cheol, please,” you pouted, grabbing at his collar, “I can’t take anymore of this.”

“Yes princess,” he pulled an old nickname out of the vault. You melted.

“Mmmpf!” he smothered your next protest with a kiss.

“Seung. Cheol!” you moaned desperately as his hand grabbed your thigh, hard.

The strength in his grip set your nerves alight and your head fell back against the bed, arching your chest up towards him. His mouth took the opportunity to latch onto the underside of your breast, biting down firmly. Your hand fisted itself in his hair.

It was so much sensation. It was so good.

“Hn,” he pulled back with a breathless smile. His eyes flicked down to the spots where his mouth and hand had been and his lips curled into a cocky grin at the bright red marks. With any luck those would be bruised nicely tomorrow.

“That was…a lot,” you murmured as you caught your breath.

“In a bad way?” Seungcheol’s brow furrowed with sudden worry.

“No,” you smiled at him, slightly fuzzy, “In a good way. A really good way.”

“Really?” his eyebrows raised back up with delight. “So you won’t mind if you bruise a little?”

“I don’t think I’ll mind even if you bruise me a lot,” you answered after some thought.

Your best friend’s eyes darkened. The way you had rearranged his words hit the possessive button in his brain like crazy. His lips nibbled and nipped their way down your torso while his hand came to cup your breast. His grip was on the hard side of firm as his lips latched onto a spot on your inner thigh. His tongue stroked across the sensitive skin as he sucked firmly.

Your thighs parted of their own accord as you squirmed at this building onslaught. As you shifted, you could hear the wet sounds of yourself spreading. Open and inviting.

“Cheol, please,” you tried to pull him towards you. “Please,” you panted.

Seungcheol, the bastard, increased the intensity of his sucking before releasing his lips with a loud ‘pop!’. The jolt of the disconnection sent a shiver through you and the spot where his mouth had been now felt woefully cool.

“Pretty,” he looked at the red mark appreciatively. The thought that you would be reminded of this encounter over the next weeks sent a streak of pride through him that was unexpected.

“Seungcheol!” you grabbed his face by his cheeks, directing his attention to you. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kick you out and take care of it myself!”

His eyes widened and he chuckled sheepishly before reaching over you to pull a condom out of the nightstand. You watched, almost painfully aroused, as he undressed and unrolled the condom over himself. His cock bobbed proudly as he pulled his sturdy torso over you, slotting himself between your thighs.

You sighed when his cock came to rest against your core. You could already tell it was going to be good.

“Seungcheol, please,” you placed your hands around his jaw. “Need you.”

He nodded, reaching down to slip himself inside of you. A soft gasp escaped you as his head pushed in and you couldn’t help but relish in the stretch. Seungcheol took his time sinking into you. The whines and gasps that you made were way too good to be rushed.

“Cheol,” your hands clutched at the back of his thick neck until he was pressed flush against you. “Fuck,” you exhaled into his ear.

Seungcheol’s hand was gripping your hip so hard as he struggled to keep control of himself. Of all the things that he found overwhelming, the way you pulsed and squeezed around him, the little sounds you made as he had pressed into you…the worst of all was the way you smelled. His hand fisted itself further in your hip as he inhaled you, a most intoxicating scent.

You clenched around him as his hand tightened. He was sure to bruise you there, too, and you couldn’t wait. Knowing that you’d be able to see these marks as evidence that this wasn’t another crush induced dream made you feel crazed in a different way.

“You feel perfect,” Seungcheol groaned against your skin as his hips started to move. “I just knew it.”

Clench.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he pumped into you deeply. Each thick stroke pushed you dangerously closer to the precipice and you were ready to fall off the edge.

“Cheol,” you pulled back slightly to meet his blown out gaze. “I’m there.”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged you, aching to feel you come apart around him. “Be good and come for me.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let go. Your hands clutched desperately at his shoulders as your pussy fluttered around him. You didn’t even know what kinds of sounds you made as you simply didn’t have the presence of mind.

“So good,” he smiled, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. “So good,” he grunted before his hips shuddered and he emptied himself inside of you.

You wrapped your arms around his torso as he slumped down on top of you. He smiled when you gave him a squeeze with your entire body.

“So you’re kind of possessive, huh?” you chuckled softly after you’d regained your sanity.

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes shut with a laugh. He hadn’t realized it, or maybe it was just because it was you, but yes. Yes he was.

[number1mingyustan]

Apartment 222 ☾

neighbor!jeonghan x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, cursing, fingering (f.), protected sex (missionary), explict smut, y/n is such a sweetheart bless her soul

Summary: Rule number 1: don't show up drunk at your hot neighbor's apartment if it’s 2am

Word Count: 4k

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“What the fuck?” You sigh out of frustration. It’s 2am and you are very drunk trying to get into the front door of your apartment. The uber dropped you off and now that you’re home safely, you can’t actually get into your living space.

You’re fiddling with the doorknob, twisting and turning and pushing the door in. But for some reason, your key doesn’t fit in the door.

Your feet hurt from the heels you’ve been wearing all night and it’s making you more frustrated.

Why the hell is your key broken?

Suddenly, the front door opens, completely startling you. A very tired man is on the other side, wiping his eyes and clearly pissed off. Your drunk brain has still not processed what's happening, but all you know is that he's really hot and standing in your apartment?

Are you dreaming right now?

“What the fuck?” he groans.

Oh.

This is not your apartment. This is not your apartment at all and you are such an idiot. You look up at the number on the door, 222-A. Oh fuck, you live in 222-B.

You gasp. “Holy shit I’m so sorry! I thought this was my apartment and I was trying to figure out why my key wouldn’t fit and, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

He’s silent, staring at you dumbfounded and somewhat in disbelief. He’s looking you up and down, based on your attire it’s obvious you’ve been out clubbing. He can tell you’re drunk, but sincere.

He sighs. “Yeah whatever.”

There’s a moment of silence. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed. “Do you know where you live?”

“Oh! Yes I do, I’m in 222-B,” you say much louder than intended. “That makes us neighbors!”

He blinks at you. “Uh huh.”

There’s another moment of silence. He’s waiting for you to leave him alone so he can go back to bed but you’re too drunk to pick up on social cues. He is so beyond uninterested and the alcohol is completely clouding your judgement.

Of course you didn’t know this, but despite his cold demeanor he was actually kind of intrigued by you. Granted, you were a very drunk girl who woke him up at 2am. However, you were a very pretty drunk girl that woke him up at 2am. Not to mention the little dress you were wearing looked absolutely stunning on you.

It was simple, yet sexy. All black long sleeve off the shoulder that hugged your body perfectly. He caught himself staring a bit too much through tired eyes.

Your makeup was faded from the night you had, but the smudged eyeliner actually seemed to suit you more. You had a very effortless beauty to you, he liked that.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding again,” you apologize once more before stumbling to your actual apartment.

His door is already closed by the time you unlock yours. You feel so bad for waking him up this late. You’ve only been living here a month and you’ve already pissed off your insanely hot neighbor.

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It’s been two weeks since your drunk encounter with the hot neighbor and you think you’ve found the perfect way to make it up to him.

You don’t seem to be the only person confusing your apartments because when you went to retrieve your mail this morning, there was an envelope in your mailbox addressed to a Yoon Jeonghan at 222-A.

You take your mail and his before heading up the elevator to your apartment. You make a pit stop, knocking on the door of 222-A.

You wait patiently and sure enough your hot neighbor opens the door again. He’s wearing a plain white tee and some sweatpants and half his hair is styled up into a ponytail.

“It’s you again,” he leans against the door frame.

“Hi, yeah. Your mail was in my mailbox and I figured I’d bring it to you since it got mixed up,” you tell him.

“You could’ve just put it into my mailbox, but thanks,” he replies, taking the envelope out your hand.

“I know, I just felt bad about the other night and I guess I felt a little inclined to do some sort of kind gesture,” you say.

“You’re new here right?” he asks suddenly.

You nod. “Yeah, I just moved in about a month ago. I’m still not fully unpacked yet.”

“Figures,” he mumbles.

He clears his throat. “Thanks for the mail and uh, I’ll see you around.”

He doesn’t even give you time to respond before the door is closed. You’re standing at his door for another 30 seconds dumbfounded and in disbelief.

At least he said thank you?

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“Dude your neighbor’s hot,” Joshua comments as he exists the elevator, making his way toward his friend's apartment.

Jeonghan follows his friend's eyes, seeing you struggling to fit a large box through your door. He’s in no place to disagree with his friend, anyone could see that you were beautiful.

“Yeah, kind of annoying though,” he shrugs, pulling out his keys.

“Have you talked to her?” Joshua asks.

“Yeah, I don’t know her name or anything, she just moved in like a month ago. She woke me up in the middle of the night a few weeks ago because she thought she lived in my apartment.”

Joshua smiles. "That's adorable."

"No it's not," Jeonghan frowns. "I was trying to sleep and she was pissing me off."

"Yeah but she's hot," Joshua comments. "Besides, you haven't been with anyone in forever, maybe this is your chance."

Jeonghan's jaw clenches. "Don't even think about it. Joshua I swear if you–"

Joshua smirks before disappearing from his friend's side and heading toward you.

“Do you need help?”

You pause what you’re doing, looking up at the handsome stranger in front of you. You can see the hot neighbor, Jeonghan, standing behind him.

“Oh! Yeah, thank you,” you smile. “The last of my furniture finally arrived but they couldn’t have someone come and install it for me.”

The handsome stranger nods before helping you move the large box into your apartment.

“I’m Joshua by the way,” he introduces himself.

“Y/n,” you say, giving the box one last push that wedges it between the door frame. “Do you live here too?”

“Practically,” he smiles. “Jeonghan is my best friend so I spend a lot of time here. So I hope to be seeing more of you around here.”

You smile back at him. “Maybe you will.”

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You’ve successfully moved the box into your apartment with Joshua’s help. You talked a bit while he helped you, getting to know him. He's a total sweetheart.

“Do you need help setting it up too?” he asks.

“Uh, only if you want to.” you shrug. “I don’t want you to have to go out of your way for me.”

“It’s not a problem,” the boy smiles.

He peaks his head out the open doorway. “Jeonghan! Come here!”

The other boy walks over and stands in front of the open doorway. “What?”

“Help us out will you?” Joshua smirks. “It’s not very neighborly for you to lurk in the hallway while Y/n struggles with her bed.”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Didn’t think she’d be struggling if she had you helping her.”

Jeonghan pushes past his friend wordlessly and begins opening the oversized box. Joshua lets out a scoff before closing your front door and joining in on the help.

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Joshua and Jeonghan have been bickering for the last two hours about how to set up your bed frame. They've managed to build somewhat of a structure, but it's hard to say whether or not they've done so correctly.Unfortunately, the instructions were in German.

"Google translate said it means left," Joshua instructs.

"I don't give a fuck about what google translate says," Jeonghan rolls his eyes.

Jeonghan continues against Joshua's will, and moments later the entire structure falls to the ground with a thud.

"See!" Joshua scoffs.

"Screw this," Jeonghan rises to his feet. "It's getting late, I'm going back to my apartment. Joshua, you can go home."

"Jeonghan, you can't just break someone's bed and then storm out," Joshua points out.

Both of the boys shift their gaze to you slowly. You're standing in the middle of your bedroom awkwardly. "Uh.."

Jeonghan rolls his eyes again before reaching into his wallet in his back pocket. He pulls out a bill and extends his hand toward you. "Here's 50 bucks,"

Joshua is quick to swat his friend's hand away. "You asshole!

"I didn't do anything!" Jeonghan exclaims.

You clear your throat. "I'm gonna call the company and see if they can come in tomorrow and set up the bed... properly. Can you guys just clean this up for me?"

You excuse yourself, making the phone call from the living room. You can still hear the boys bickering and scrambling.

After finishing up your phone call, you make your way back to your bedroom. The two boys look to you. "They said someone is going to come by in between 12 and 4 tomorrow. Thanks for the help though."

"But where are you going to sleep tonight?" Joshua asks.

You shrug. "The air mattress in the living room like I have been the past month."

"No, you've been sleeping on that busted ass air mattress for a month already. Just spend a night at Jeonghan's until the professionals come back tomorrow." Joshua suggests.

"Excuse me?" Jeonghan scoffs. "Have you actually lost your mind?"

"Jeonghan don't be rude, she's your neighbor," Joshua points out.

"Just because she's my neighbor that doesn't mean she needs to be sleeping in my apartment."

"Yeah well it's your fault the bed isn't set up, so the least you can do is offer her a place to sleep for one night." Joshua explains.

"Oh yeah, you really don't have to–"

"Nonsense," Joshua cuts you off and begins pushing you toward the front door. He grabs your phone and keys for you and continues pushing you out the room. "Jeonghan's a good guy and great company, it's the least he can do."

Jeonghan groans before trailing behind as the three of you head toward 222-A. When you arrive, Joshua leaves as quickly as he enters, leaving just you and Jeonghan.

It's painfully and awkwardly silent between the two of you. The only noise filling the room is the sound of rain from outside.

Jeonghan finally breaks the silence after what feels like an eternity. "Okay, I'll take the couch and you can sleep in my bed. Bedroom is right there to the left. Bathroom is connected to my room, it's the door on the right so you can take a shower." he states plainly.

"Thank you."

Without another word, he makes his way to the couch and plops down, turning on the television for himself. You stand there for a moment, blinking and dumbfounded before venturing into his bedroom.

His room is nice. Everything is kept neat and organized, much like the rest of his apartment. What really caught your attention however, was the large trophy cabinet pressed against the wall and filled with different lego sets.

Holy shit.

You stood in front of the cabinet, admiring the different lego sets. There were castles, spaceships, helicopters, bridges, trees, ships, and more.

Your attention soon shifted to the lego sets on his dresser. There were four of them, all built into cars. You couldn't begin to imagine how expensive and time consuming this must have been. The cars by far, were the most impressive things in the room.

Who knew your cold neighbor was a lego nerd?

Your eyes are trained on the cars, fingers running along the hard plastic as you admire his work.

"Don't touch those," a voice says from behind you, completely startling you.

You retreat your hands quickly, backing away from the dresser. "Sorry," you apologize sheepishly.

He doesn't acknowledge your apology. "I thought you'd be in the shower, so I was going to come in here and get some clothes for you to wear."

He begins looking through his neatly organized drawers.

"Oh, I can just get stuff from my apartment, it's no bother," you offer.

"It's fine," he says, pulling out a t-shirt. "Just don't stain my clothes or anything."

He leaves one of his shirts and a pair of shorts on the bed for you and exits the room. You shower and dress yourself in his clothes before venturing into the livingroom. He's still seated on the couch, he looks back at you before quickly shifting his attention back to the tv.

"Um," you scratch the back of your neck. "I'm done so... thank you."

"Mhm," he doesn't shift his eyes from the tv.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot," you start.

"You think?" he brushes past you.

You sigh. "Sorry... I know me being here is inconveniencing for you, I'll just go back to my place and wash your clothes so you can have them back tomorrow. Thank you though."

You begin making your way toward the door.

"Wait," he sighs. "I'm sorry for being so mean to you." he pauses the tv.

You stop in your tracks.

"You can stay... I'm just a bit tired. I don't mind having you stay here all that much."

Relief washes over you.

"Thank you," you say before venturing back into his bedroom for the night.

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It's funny how history repeats itself. For the second time in just a few weeks, you've woken Jeonghan up in middle of the night. Although this time was very different from the first.

He knocked out on the couch about a while ago, but indistinct mumbling whimpering and what sounded like crying brought him out of his slumber.

"Y/n?" he calls.

Nothing.

It's raining harder outside now. Shocks of lightning flash, illuminating the living room, often followed by loud crashes of thunder. He rises from the couch and makes his way toward the bedroom.

He calls your name again.

You don't respond. He watches the way the blanket jumps as the thunder crashes again. His face softens when he realizes, you're terrified.

"Y/n?" he takes cautious steps toward the bed.

"Jeonghan?" you question in just above a whisper. You pull the covers off your face, looking up at him with glassy eyes.

"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm so sorry–fuck this is pathetic. I'm sorry."

He sits atop of the covers on to corner of the bed next to you. "Don't worry about it, you're fine. I get it–"

The thunder crashes again, causing your whole body to react. He feels awful.

"Do you... do you want me to sleep here with you tonight?" he asks hesitantly. "Would that make you feel better?"

"But you hate me," you mumble.

"I don't–I don't hate you," he sighs. " I told you already that I was sorry, please believe me. Honestly, I think I acted so coldly toward you because I've been kind of interested in you since you first showed up at my door and I have a bit of a defense mechanism when it comes to stuff like this."

"Are you serious? Because all my friends have been hearing on the phone is me talking about my hot neighbor for the past few weeks," you mumble into the pillow.

He smiles to himself at the thought. "Yes, I'm serious."

Wordlessly, you slide down the bed covers next to you, inviting him in. He accepts your invitation, slipping beneath the soft sheets next to you.

"Is this okay?" he whispers.

You nod. "Yeah."

His face is so close. You're mere inches apart, the slightest movement in the right direction and your nose would brush against his.

Your heart is beating so fast, yet you somehow still feel at ease. You feel comfort with him, all feelings of fear wiped from your mind. His soft orbs stare into yours, occasionally drifting down to your lips and back into your eyes.

He's silently asking for permission to kiss you. He really really wants to. Is this even the right time for that?

Fuck it.

Holy shit–

Your eyes are closed before you know it.

You're not entirely sure of what to do with yourself, so instinctively you reach out, allowing your body to act before your mind. You stop fighting the urge that is kissing Yoon Jeonghan and allow an arm to wrap around his neck and the other entangling into his hair.

His hair is so soft.

He smiles against your lips, breaking away for only a moment. "I didn't ask before I did that," he whispers. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Anything but," you say against his lips.

It's all the permission he needs before leaning back in. Your lips are already tingling, burning with heat and excitement from the previous contact. This time, he's relentless, mouth meeting yours with hunger and desperation.

It was as if a fire broke out inside of both of you.

Your breathing changed, growing more shallow as warmth spread across your body. He was pressed so close against you, causing something to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

You were on cloud 9.

Never had you been kissed like that, and never had someone given you that feelings but fuck, it felt so good.

You began tugging lightly at his shirt, signaling that you wanted it off. He got your message quickly, momentarily breaking the heated kiss to slip the fabric off his body.

He tosses is somewhere onto the ground, he'll find it tomorrow morning. It was the least of his concerns right now. The pretty girl in his bed had all his attention.

Soon, other articles of clothing were stripped from both of your bodies, discarded onto the floor without a care. It didn't take long before your naked bodies were pressed against one another, lips still pressed against one another.

His delicate fingers trace along your skin gently. He pushes your body down lightly, pinning you flat onto the bed as he pulls away from the kiss. He climbs on top of you, hovering over your nude figure.

He looks at you with adoration in his eyes. It's dark in the room, but the moonlight shines from his window, illuminating the room just enough that he can see your beautiful body and face.

He begins leaving a trail of kisses down your body. Your jaw, neck, breasts, stomach. He mumbles about how pretty you are with each kiss he leaves on your skin.

You tug at his hair with a whine when he presses a kiss against your lower stomach. "Jeonghan, just touch me... please."

He's happy to oblige.

He brings his head back up, burying in the crook of your neck as his fingers move between your thighs. You let out a soft moan at the initial contact.

He continues to work his fingers on you, focusing on your clit and smiling to himself as you start to soak his fingers. It doesn't take long for you to get wet enough for him to slip a finger in.

"Shit," you breathe out.

He continues pumping his finger before slipping in another. You're panting and moaning softly beneath him as he works his fingers on you. He curls them ever so slightly, creating the perfect angle that has you craving more.

You're pushing your hips into his fingers, fucking yourself on his slim digits. His thumb continues to rub circles on your clit as you completely soak his fingers.

It gets easier for him to pleasure you as he thrusts his fingers into your cunt. You sound so pretty too, whimpering his name as he coaxes you toward your orgasm.

You can feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach as you grow closer to your high. You're pushing your hips into his fingers messily, growing less and less coordinated as you desperately try to get yourself off.

It only takes another curl of his fingers before you're sent over the edge. Relief washes over you as you entire a state of euphoria. You can feel his hard cock twitch as its pressed against your inner thigh. He whispers sweet words against your collarbone as he talks you down from your high.

"Good?"

You nod in response, hands immediately reaching for his hard cock. "Need more... want you inside."

He curses to himself.

"You sure?"

"Yes," you plead. "Want you to feel good too... please fuck me."

He's quick to act, reaching into his nightstand drawer to grab a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and slides it on with ease before lining himself up with your entrance. He drags the tip of his cock along your cunt, teasing you just enough to whine about how you needed more from him.

And he was going to deliver.

Now that he prepped you, you took his length in easily. He slid in, building up to an intense thrusting speed in no time. You were so wet, the sounds of his cock fucking into you echoed throughout the bedroom.

"Fuck," he groans. "Was made for this fucking cunt... you take me so well."

Your head sinks into the pillow as you allow the pleasure to take over your body. The headboard creates a thud with each thrust, pushing against the wall as he fucks you. He fills you up so nicely, thrusting and hitting all your sweet spots.

Your bodies grow sticky and sweaty as he fucks you. "Feels so good," you moan.

Each drag of his cock into your cunt pushes your thoughts around in your brain. All the fear has been fucked out of you and you can hardly think properly. The only thing you know for sure right now is that he feels absolutely incredible inside of you.

You've never had sex like this before. So intimate... yet rough and full of passion. It was rare for your past partners to get you to climax, but you can already feel your second one approaching.

"You gonna give me another one already, pretty girl?" he asks.

All you can do is nod.

Your cunt is clenching around him, walls fluttering as you near your second orgasm of the night. He knows he won't last much longer either, not with the way you're gripping him.

"Oh fuck," you moan.

A few more thrusts are you're done for, allowing your second orgasm to fill you with inexplicable pleasure. You're somehow gripping him tighter when you cum, sending him into his own orgasm.

He fills the condom, pumping his cum into the rubber as your cunt milks him dry. You're both panting heavily as you come down from your highs.

He pulls out of you, discarding of the used rubber before snuggling up against you beneath the sheets. His arms are wrapped around your frame and his fingers entangle themselves into your hair.

"Are you okay?" he asks, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yeah," you respond, snuggling closer into his chest.

"You were so good," he praises, lips brushing against your ear. "So so good."

"I wanted you to feel good," you admit with a yawn.

"You're perfect," he compliments. "You feeling sleepy?"

You nod. "A little."

"Okay," he continues running his fingers through your hair. "Get some rest okay? I'll hold you and make you breakfast in the morning. Sound good?"

You .let out another yawn. "Yeah... thank you neighbor."

You're out like a light in less than five minutes. Jeonghan finds himself smiling as you rest in his arms. He feels better with you in his bed, it helps him sleep better.

Before he knows it, he's drifting off. The storm outside has died down, and he knows when the sun comes up, you'll still be in his arms and he couldn't be happier.

He'll have to thank Joshua later.

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[sebastianswallows]

It's not like any other love | S.S. | Part 5

— PAIRING: dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian finally gets what he wants, although not in the way in which he expected to. A sacrifice is made, and it's MC making it for him. The Avada Kedavra part of the story.

— WARNINGS: Nothing, unless you count the murder

— WORDCOUNT: 4k

— A/N: Here it is, the final chapter. Thank you for sticking with me to the end, my dears! This one is admittedly very rushed, so I’m sorry about that. I was a bit over-eager to end this story, and I went through a few versions of it in my head (who casts AK, and on whom; some endings were sadder than others). I hope you can find some enjoyment in it anyway 💚

Winter settled all around them. The warm autumn afternoons were long gone and the days grew shorter, the nights longer, and throughout it, Sebastian was as troubled as ever — about his sister, about Ominis, about their friend…

He couldn’t forget the look Ominis gave him as they got out of their beds that morning after his heated dream. When the Gaunt boy realised Sebastian was awake and had gotten up from his bed, Ominis blushed to the tips of his ears, threw a scathing narrowing of the eyes in his direction, and promptly turned away. He avoided him at breakfast too, and it wasn’t until the next afternoon that he spoke to Sebastian again. Feeling guilty, Sebastian didn’t speak to him either, nor to anyone else that day. He felt as if his embarrassing lusts from the night before were dragged behind him like a shadow, however irrational this may have been. And while everyone else might not have known in truth, he was certain Ominis did, somehow. Perhaps he had just been pretending to sleep, or perhaps heard something… His hearing was especially sharp, and the more Sebastian thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

But there was nothing to do about it anymore. If Ominis knew, he knew. And if the girl knew… Well, how could she? Unless she remembered what he made her do while under Imperio.

In between working on homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts, Sebastian leafed through books on Unforgivable Curses and tried to find out how likely it was for Imperio victims to remember what they did. There seemed to be no definitive answer, and it rather varied from person to person. It was an issue which was bound to be confounded — or so said the consensus from magical researchers — by victims who were so ashamed of what they had done that they merely pretended not to remember.

Was that what happened with her? Was she so ashamed? She never sat next to him during classes anymore, and avoided his eyes on most days — although when Sebastian managed to catch her gaze, she always smiled sweetly, bashfully at him. He gave her some time, gave himself some time, and ceased all contact for a while. It gave him the chance to focus on his research into the relic.

To his surprise, it was Ominis who brought her up again.

“Have you two had a fight?” he asked one evening while they were reading by the fireplace.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

Sebastian kept quiet and turned back to his book, already feeling blood blooming in his cheeks and his throat constricting.

“Well?” asked Ominis again. Clearly, he was in one of his more relentless moods that night.

“No, we haven’t,” Sebastian snapped. “Everything’s fine. Why?”

“Just asking,” hummed Ominis, sounding not very convinced. “She’s not upset with you, is she?”

Sebastian gave a trembling sigh that tried to hide his fear but managed only to reveal it. “Why would she be upset with me?”

“I can think of a number of reasons,” Ominis smirked. “I’m sure you can, too.”

“Leave it be, Ominis,” he grumbled. “I’m not in the mood.”

His friend looked like he was about to say something, but took pity on him at the last moment.

Sebastian saw them again throughout the following days: Ominis and her, talking in the corridors, spending time by the windows of the great lake, leaving breakfast together… What they talked about in their little whispers, he could not grasp, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

The only thing that could distract him from his misery was research into the relic, and he was rewarded with a breakthrough in November. His first thought was to reach out to his friend again. She did like her adventures outside of the castle, and this was an excuse to steal some of her time for himself.

“If it’s in this catacomb, I have to find it,” he said as they stood outside, cold air billowing their school robes.

“I’m ready,” she said with calm resolution.

“By the way, Ominis has been asking about you. You didn’t tell him what we were doing, did you?”

“I didn’t, I promise,” she said immediately.

He couldn’t tell if she was lying. Well, if Ominis had known, he’d probably have had a hard time keeping it to himself — for all of his decorum, the Gaunt boy could hardly hide his feelings... But Sebastian didn’t trust them yet, either of them. In fact, the more he studied Slytherin’s notes, the more his suspicions grew concerning his dealings with his friends, as well as their dealings with each other. It was as if a subtle curse was cast over his mind, but Sebastian was certain that once they’d find the relic and put it to use, and Anne was well again, he could leave all this behind and everything could go back to how it was.

“Good. Ominis would be livid if he knew what we were about to do,” he warned.

The catacomb was crawling with spiders, a maze of dusty old bones and slippery slopes and puzzles, haunted at every step by strange noises that echoed from the most unexpected angles, but together, they could reach the end. It was remarkably easy with a few simple spells, and he wondered whether this would have been considered more advanced in the time of Slytherin’s student.

All thoughts melted from Sebastian’s mind, however, once they finally found the relic. He felt as if his heart could leap in his chest, and his friend beside him seemed as convinced as he was that they should take the relic. They looked at each other and agreed, and he felt like he could kiss her, really kiss her…

But they hardly touched the item when they heard someone entering the chamber behind them. The green school robes and tallow hair and red echo of the wand revealed it to be Ominis.

“I’m sorry, Ominis, but I’m taking it,” said Sebastian.

“If you won’t put it back, then I will,” he said.

“Hold on, both of you. Sebastian, please, take a step back.”

“Fine. But Ominis knows, I won’t step back from a fight.”

“Can’t believe this…” the boy sighed.

Sebastian paced along the far wall of the catacomb, so close to his goal, and so close to losing it. He watched his two friends discuss it, catching only fragments of their conversation… It was so like how it used to be when he and Ominis were causing trouble with Anne all over Hogwarts, and yet it was so different now without her. He didn’t wish to fight his oldest friend, but he wasn’t sure he could hold himself back from it if it came to that…

Fortunately, it didn’t.

The girl came back, triumphant if a little fearful, while behind her Ominis paced just as restlessly but defeated, standing back to let them pass.

“What happened back there?” said Sebastian as they made their way out, too shocked to be grateful yet.

“Ominis and I found a compromise.”

He had expected anything else: threats, blackmail, even for her to use Imperio, but not for the boy to fold so quickly. Sebastian was struck at first by envy of the sway she held over his other friend, of the care she must have felt for him to solve this peacefully at any cost, and then the usual suspicions reared their myriad heads of what was going on between the two that he didn’t know about.

“Ominis simply needs a moment with you and he’ll change his mind. Is that it?” said Sebastian with a bite as they ran together out of the catacomb.

“I told him we ought to give you this chance — that the relic is too important to ignore.”

“There has to be more to it than that. Tell me.”

She looked at him and her eyes hid nothing — not her hurt at his suspicion, not the joy that they had made off with the relic, not the spark of affection that was like a reflection of his own.

“We agreed on what was needed, Sebastian. You have my word.”

“How can I know you’re telling the truth?” he frowned. “I can never tell when you’re lying to me…”

“I’m not hiding anything from you,” she insisted, slowing down in their trek up through the tunnels as she held his gaze. “I’ve meant everything I’ve ever said to you, Sebastian.”

Her words circled through his mind the whole way to Feldcroft, and he found himself returning to them for a hidden meaning he sensed in them. That was put aside after they saw smoke coming from the little hamlet, and goblins attacking Anne and Uncle Solomon.

He didn’t regret what he did to protect her, and with his friend by his side, he felt all the more justified in fighting back, but his Uncle didn’t see it that way. A useless coward that couldn’t even protect his niece, couldn’t even protect himself…

And then, Sebastian was banished.

Days trailed by feverishly as he used all his spare time to cross-reference the student’s notes about the relic with books from the forbidden section of the library, and the closer he got to an answer, the more unhappy he was with it: while the relic promised not just a reversal but a complete control of the curse, it would only work back in the catacombs.

Sebastian wasted nights away trying to piece everything together in his head, from the nature of the relic and the sacrifice it required to the injustice of his uncle, Anne’s resentment, and the precarious friendship he found himself in with Ominis and the girl…

Then, an idea slipped into his mind without him even realising he had thought of it again — what she said in the catacomb, about her having meant everything she’d ever said to him… Was that her way of talking about what she did while under Imperio? The things she’d said to him, under his command…? It struck him like a knife in the heart, but of a most pleasurable kind — a sudden and piercing infatuation with her all over again, one that he could never hope to extract and live beyond it.

But what if that wasn’t what she meant? What if it was just another of his dreams, like so many wishful imaginings at night, a growth on the surface of a malignant fantasy…? He wished he didn’t have to wonder.

Sebastian had little time to waste in wondering, however. That could come later. Before Solomon took Anne away to some miserable place far away from him, he had to act fast, and neither Anne nor Ominis seemed keen to help. He realised only once he was deep in the catacomb, surrounded by Inferi, that he should have asked her to join him all along. She could help control the living dead while he transferred the curse from Anne to one of them, as the dark sacrifice demanded. He was so close to curing Anne forever, and all his research was ready to pay off, he just needed Anne to stay with him a little longer…

And just as he was thinking of her again, after days of not seeing her, there she was.

“Sebastian!”

“I told you. The relic is the answer. I’ve been trying to reverse the dark magic that injured Anne, but this will allow me to control it. Just as I can control the Inferi…”

“Control…? I had to fight Inferi —”

She wasn’t halfway done with her reproach when Uncle Solomon arrived, as ill-tempered as a December wind and more furious than Sebastian had ever seen him. The old man’s fear from the day when he cowered, surrounded by smoke and goblins, was gone now. He took one look at the scene around him and hardly stopped to think before he summoned the relic straight out of Sebastian’s hand. Then, with a careless flick of his wand, it disappeared forever.

“No… The relic!”

Sebastian’s body barely caught up with his mind, but by the time it did, it was too late. Another hope for Anne, the last hope he had, vanished before his eyes. The Inferi around them, released from their trance, trained their icy eyes on the three of them immediately, but Sebastian was resolute now. If it was the last thing he did, he would make Solomon pay.

All of his silly duelling practices, all those late nights in the Undercroft, all the books he’d read on dark magic, everything gained a new meaning and purpose and Sebastian focused it on him. His father’s resentful brother, the failure of their family, not good enough to be an Auror, not good enough to be a father, and certainly the worst Uncle he and Anne could have. The man that gave his parents’ death a dual tragedy after it landed the lives of him and his twin in his hands… Sebastian blasted curse after curse at him, and meant every one. He could perform several wordlessly, the spells flying out of his wand as if it were part of his body, an extension of his mind, a channel for his pure desire for revenge.

The Inferi were drawing closer, and his friend did her best to keep them at bay. Sebastian had to fight them off if he hoped to finish that battle, all while dodging curses from Solomon.

Eventually, the battle turned. Encircled by Inferi, Sebastian blasted fire spells at them, and among the scent of dead burning flesh and their high screams, he heard the girl call for his name. She probably couldn’t see him anymore. Distantly he heard Solomon’s angry shouts as well, the same meaningless arrogant chastisement he had learned to ignore, and which today he hoped to shut up forever.

“Crucio!” a high voice called. It was the girl who cast it. With a dull thud and the cracking of bones, his Uncle fell to the ground, his grumbles replaced by harrowed screaming.

By the time Sebastian cleared out the Inferi around him, the girl was standing over Solomon, wand pointed at him, ready to cast it again. She seemed to lose focus of everything around her, her anger of a singular direction the sort of which he’d rarely seen from her.

“Bring back the relic!” she cried to the body of Solomon, huddling in pain. “Now!”

But it was no use, the man was senseless under the curse.

“Use Imperio!” Sebastian called out to her before he had to train his wand again at the Inferi and clear them out from around her.

He had never seen her use Crucio before. That day in the Scriptorium, she’d insisted he use it on her. Before today, he hadn’t thought her capable of it… So he was equally as surprised to see her cast Imperio as well on his uncle.

The old man rose to his feet, slowly, his body sapless under her spell. Even from where he stood, Sebastian could see her wand hand trembling, although he couldn’t say whether it was from fear or something else…

“Confringo!” yelled Sebastian, burning away the last of the Inferi as he made his way to her.

“Bring back the relic,” she ordered in a slow, steady voice.

And sure enough, Solomon raised his wand, presented his hand, but nothing materialised in it.

“You made it disappear, now bring it back!” she cried.

“It’s no use,” said Sebastian with a heartbroken realisation. “He didn’t just use the Vanishing spell. I think he… I think he broke it apart. I think it’s gone forever.”

“Is that what you did?” she asked the man.

“Yes,” said Solomon roughly. “You will never see it again.”

The girl’s shoulders fell, hopeless and tired, and she turned to Sebastian with a sorry look in her eyes. For his part, he felt an anger that was so still and boundless he thought he would never see the end of it, like a sarcophagus cast over his mind.

“I want him dead,” he said out loud. “I want him dead…”

“Sebastian,” she whispered tearfully. “You can’t, it’s… He’s your uncle.”

“And I’m his nephew, and he was ready to kill me. He was ready to kill you too, you saw him! If you hadn’t protected yourself, he would have hexed you to death countless times today.”

“I know, but…”

“And he’s doomed Anne, and I… I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what to do other than kill him.”

“But how will Anne feel about it?”

“And what about how I feel about it?” he asked before he could think, hands trembling with fury, wand crackling with unspoken spells in his grip. “Because of him, my sister will never heal, and I have wasted everything I had trying to help her, and now he tried to kill you and me, and… and…”

He didn’t trust himself to speak, and he didn’t like to say it again, but he wished with everything he had that Solomon had never entered their lives. The only way to fix what happened, and it was hardly a fix at all, was to get rid of him, forever.

Sebastian raised his wand, looking straight at his uncle. He avoided the pleading eyes of the girl beside him, so small and quiet now that the catacomb chamber was dead all around them. He didn’t wish to see her eyes again and the fear, the disappointment in them. A part of Sebastian knew that he would regret what he was about to do, but there was time for that later. He could not live with himself if he let Solomon free from that place.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Before Sebastian could speak the curse that took his uncle’s life, another voice rang out. The girl had cast it herself. It was the third Unforgivable Curse she had cast that day.

The fat old corpse crumpled before them, and Sebastian turned to her in terror and awe. Her wand clattered on the ground and she covered her mouth with her hands, stuck in a breathless gasp.

“What did you do?” asked Sebastian with wonder.

“He’s dead?” she asked weakly.

“Yes, he’s — how did you know the curse?!”

“I learned it on my own. I convinced Ominis to show me some of the books you’ve read, I thought it would be useful, but… Oh Sebastian, you’re not angry with me?” she asked as she began to cry.

“No!” he said quickly as he took two large steps toward her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Not at all, but why would you—?”

“I didn’t want you to do it,” she sobbed into his shoulder. “I couldn’t let you be the one to do it. I hated him for what he did to you, I wanted to punish him, I— I wanted him gone.”

“He’s gone now,” he whispered, cupping her head while he looked at the corpse beside them. The girl’s arms encircled him and held on to him tightly.

He never would have guessed that she could do it, that she, who could not even cast Imperio on him, would kill for him, had killed for him… Sebastian did not know what to think anymore.

“Why would you do that for me?” he whispered as he held her. The girl said nothing as she buried her sobs into his neck. Gingerly, he cupped her cheek and pulled her back to look into her eyes. “Why would you do that for me?” he asked again.

“I love you,” she said as if it explained everything — and it did.

Sebastian only realised that he was smiling when she smiled back, red-rimmed tearful eyes crinkling with unexpected joy. He pulled her face toward him, kissed her dry and salty lips, and said what he had long wanted to say.

“I love you too.”

They laughed madly together, giggles echoing throughout the catacombs strewn with bones and corpses — but his mind was far away from all of that, and he could tell hers was too.

“For the longest time, I thought you didn’t,” said Sebastian. “I mean, I wasn’t sure how you felt about me, but…”

“I did,” she nodded. “Love you. For quite a while now.”

“Since when?”

“I suppose since you protected me in the library,” she grinned.

Sebastian chuckled. “I’ve loved you longer, then. Ever since you first beat me in a duel.”

She laughed and shook her head at him, but finally looked at him with the adoration he’d only seen from her in his dreams, an open and vulnerable look that he could feel swallowing him whole, drinking him in, taking him somewhere deep inside her where he could rest. He thought he looked the same way at her…

“Sebastian” she winced, “what are we going to do about— ?”

“The corpse?”

“Ominis said he was going to inform Professor Black that you were here and that you had a family feud of some sort. They could arrive at any minute.”

“Is that why Solomon was here?”

“No, Anne had gone to tell him.”

“Oh Anne,” he groaned.

“We have to do something. Can we… can we…”

Sebastian looked down at the body. It had some signs of combat from when the three of them had fought, but any examination would reveal none of them to have been fatal. That would doubtlessly cause suspicion, and the suspicion would fall on them.

“Here’s what we’ll do.”

They climbed up to a higher ledge from where they could see the whole chamber, and with repeated spells bombarded the ceiling until it gave way and collapsed. Heavy stones fell on Uncle Solomon’s corpse until they could hardly see it. A trickle of blood muddied the earth beneath him, still warm. It would have to do.

“We’ll say he came to find us and we had to fight the Inferi together, but there were too many and he told us to escape. The spells he used caused a tragic cave-in, and he heroically saved Feldcroft from attack by any escaped Inferi.”

“Do you think they’ll believe us?” she asked, arms wrapped around herself in a tight hug. The room was dark and filled with dust as the fallen rocks settled in the room before them.

“It will be the most convenient answer for everyone. Nobody wants to think that a pair of 5th-years know the killing curse, or are capable of anything like it,” he said darkly. Then, turning toward her, Sebastian held her face in his hands and focused all of her attention on him. “You can not tell anyone what truly happened here.”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“This has to be our secret. It will be our secret for the rest of our lives and we will have to carry it together. Forever. Otherwise,” he said, taking a deep breath to gain the courage to say what followed, “otherwise I’m not sure I could protect you.”

“Yes,” she said in a small voice, the gravity of her actions sending a shiver through her whole body.

“But you don’t have to worry about anything,” he smiled. “We love each other, don’t we?”

“Yes, of course…”

“And as long as we have that, nothing bad will happen.”

She swallowed the knot in her throat as she stared into his eyes, her whole body suddenly drained of all warmth. She said nothing, but neither did she deny anything he’d just said. She could not afford to.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll protect you. I love you,” Sebastian said, more of a whisper to himself than something meant for her to hear. The hunger that had built up inside of him all these months — for her affection, for her touch, for her sweet words and gazes and attention — finally had a hope of being satisfied. He leaned in and chastely kissed her cheek, licking the traces of dried tears from her skin. “I love you…”

[lovejosephquinn]

Part 1 > Part 2

Angst to fluff. Break up to Make up.

Summary of Part 1: Joe and reader break up due to a drunken kiss Joe had at a party one night, she tells him to come over to collect his stuff but ends up sleeping with him one last time, both now sharing a broken heart, he tries to beg for forgiveness but she tells him to leave. He blocks her number and it's time to move on...

Summary of Part 2: It's four years later and Joe and reader bump into one another in the street, catching up she invites him over but instead he gets a surprise that is deemed life changing...

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Word Count: 4k

Life was never the same again after that one afternoon that you said goodbye to someone you thought you'd love forever for the last time. It was not goodbye in the respect you'd never see his face again, plastered all over social media and various new movies you'd see him, reaching new levels of fame and soaring high in his career, that was the only way to see the man you once adored, yet it was a farewell all the same and a chapter you'd now closed in your life.

Four years had passed and everything had changed, you no longer cried yourself to sleep at night, you were in a job you didn't necessarily mind, you'd moved into a house, had a few dates here and there that didn't really last long for one reason or another yet above all that; you had the greatest gift of all. You were comfortable to say the least.

You wandered around the streets of Soho, London one sunny morning, not somewhere you went too often but your free day saw you in the mood for exploring your own city. Finding a quaint little café on a secluded part of town, the smell of fresh pastries and patisseries, coffee and the chatter of friends and people minding their own business were scattered around, you entered the glass door with the ring of a bell above it with the hope of a decent breakfast. You smiled at the scents around you, the warmth of the sunlight shining brightly through the big windows behind you, the queue was slightly long but you had all the time in the world, not an often occurrence in this day and age but you'd make the most of it.

Ordering a large coffee and pain au chocolat to go, you stood by the side of the counter before the barista called your name to collect your order, your stomach rumbled as you watched others devour their breakfast just as you were about to. Heading outside to bask in the sun and people watch, another of your favourite past times, you bit into the oozing French pastry, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when the first bite hit your tastebuds.

Finishing it off quickly, you took the lid off of your coffee and began to walk back along the streets, your phone buzzed and you were too preoccupied staring down at it when you came to a sudden holt, stumbling and slamming into the lower chest of a person before you, your coffee spilled all over you and the stranger in question.

"Shit I'm so sorry!" You began to wipe yourself down, your chest burning from the clutch of the hot beverage, stains seeping down your summer dress.

"No, please I didn't look where I was-" The voice broke through your ear drums like a curse, a familiar sound if ever you'd heard one but you weren't quite sure where you'd heard it or why, scared to look up due to the pause of the low male voice, you instead sauntered to a nearby bin, throwing away the coffee cup, only to hear the voice catch up with you once again.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

You turned around and finally brought yourself to look a few inches up. Your ex boyfriend also known as Joseph more formally.

"Jos- Joe. Hi, oh my goodness. I didn't recognise you in-"

"This hat? No it's a disguise." He smirked playfully, god had you missed that look. You had to do a mental shake of your head, though it was years on you still needn't forget what he'd left you with.

"A pretty rubbish disguise if I ever saw one." You chuckled a small laugh his way, earning one back in return. Joe rubbed the back of his neck in an awkwardly shy remark.

"So what're you doing round my end?" He asked.

"Didn't realise Soho belonged to you." Your sarcasm showed and Joe noticed it right away, watching you glance around the area.

"You haven't changed a bit." He laughed again.

"I didn't intend to, good or bad?"

"Good. Always good." Joe smiled. It was like you were old friends, everything fell into place like something you'd never lost. But you had lost him, you'd lost him all those years ago and you were willing to forgive but you'd certainly not forget.

"So what're you doing here?" He was trying his best to keep the conversation alive, just awaiting the next sarcastic move.

"Well I was enjoying my coffee but apparently it had other ideas."

"Can I get you another, you know to make up for the one you lost?" Joe offered that smile that made you melt, the one you'd see on social media a lot of the time, the one that you couldn't ever say no to, a free coffee though? What's there to lose.

"Sure. It's the least you can do." You walked over to a different cafe, as much as to save the embarrassment of going back to the previous one to show off your stained clothing. Joe remembered your order, which was surprising due to the amount of time that'd passed, but it was sweet nevertheless.

Sitting down at the nearest table, you gazed out of the window once more, feeling not just the warmth of the sun anymore, but the burning of your blushing cheeks from the brown eyes that burnt into you, staring intently.

"So what's new with you?" Joe asked.

"Life's life. Decent job, new house-"

"Love life?" Wow. He had to drop the L bomb.

"Non existent." He looked somewhat relieved and surprised at the same time. That was clearly the one answer he wanted.

"Honestly, the same."

You talked for hours, catching up and bringing up old memories and times when you were happy together, teasing one another about silly little things, you'd not smiled like this in a long time, yet little did you know, in the same respect; neither had Joe.

He took a glance at his phone, whispering under a short breath shit, looking back up to you with sad eyes. "I gotta go, got a photoshoot to get to at the other side of town in 15 minutes."

"Duty calls." You smiled miserably, anyone could see through that smile, you were sad the short and surprising meet was coming to an end so quickly.

"C-could I maybe get your number? You know so we can maybe see each other again?" He dared ask the question that made your heart beat through your chest, the whole phone situation was a delicate one with you and him, especially because the last time you tried to contact him in desperation, he'd blocked you.

"Of course." You tapped your number in his phone and he quickly sent you a little smiley emoji so you had his in return.

"You're looking great by the way, I've missed you love."

"You too." You meant that in both ways, but keeping it short and sweet as a way to not get the wrong message from one another, you just agreed. Joe left swiftly, looking back once to offer you that beautiful yet reluctant smile.

Your head was in sub space for a while after, you couldn't quite believe what'd happened and it felt so right. After all this time, there was something you couldn't quite put your finger on, a coincidence, the universe sending you a message maybe? The second chance could've been there but you weren't rushing too quickly into it, you would only go as slow as your heart was telling you to but still your mind was racing ten to the dozen.

You'd just finished your house chores when your phone buzzed and you ran over to it like an excited child. It was exactly who you wanted to be on your notifications when your phone lit up.

Joe: Hey, it was so good to see you again x

You: Wasn't so bad to see you again either x

Joe: Maybe you could come over tonight? x

You: Let me check my schedule... x

Joe: Okay miss popular x

You: Appears I have space to fit you in, send me your address and I'll be there x

Joe: *Joseph shared location on maps*

Joe: See you at about 6pm? x

You: Looking forward to it x

A quick invite lead to you losing your mind, again, what had you got to lose? There was nothing wrong with hanging out with your ex from years ago, plus other secrets that you held, it was just something that maybe was meant to happen, something you'd silently dreamed of for a little while, gotten out of your head and then it reappeared again like a hidden surprise.

You turned up dead on 6pm, checking your phone to make sure you'd got the right address and knocked at the door. You didn't knock a third time before the door swung open and there stood him. Looking slightly more casual than earlier, glasses firmly a top his head, a warm and welcoming smile as he gestured for you to come in.

You don't know quite where the moment started or where it ceased to end, but a lovely meal cooked by the man himself, followed by a few glasses of wine ended in you getting a little too comfortable with Joe, maybe it was the liquid courage or maybe it was the feeling telling you to go with it. A what will be will be kind of situation. You were unsure how you'd managed to find Joe's lips plastered to yours, moulded perfectly as they moved in unison. It hadn't even been 24 hours since you met again for the first time and already sparks were flying between you. They say you never truly get over your first love and it showed in the situation you'd found yourself in.

Joe had caged you beneath him and the sofa and you were in full make out mode, tongues dancing and gliding around each other, hands roaming over each others bodies, the most intimate and beautiful moment you'd felt yourself getting into in such a long time, butterflies flipped in your stomach and your heart was racing in full panic attack mode, but you were happy and to your knowledge so was the man kissing you, you could almost tell by the smile you felt in the midst of the passionate encounter.

Joe pulled away, scanning your features, stroking his fingers down your cheek, enjoying the softness of your skin against his digits. "Maybe I didn't realise how much I'd truly missed you darling."

"Me either." You took a short sigh, content nonetheless but still a little scared. Focusing on the present and the most handsome man you'd ever laid your eyes on, you stroked your fingers along his jaw, he relaxed in your touch and closed his eyes, coming down immediately to plant sweet sloppy kisses along your own jaw and down to your neck. A small whimper erupted from your throat, which egged Joe on further, his hands now pressed firmly to your clothed breasts.

A crashing reality hit you when your phone rang, the vibration running along the coffee table next to you, you tried to ignore it but then the vibrations came again, and then again.

"Maybe I should answer that."

"Just ignore it."

It rang again. You moved up as a sign for Joe to get off of you. Moment ruined. It was your mum, you swiped your phone off of the table quickly and ran into the kitchen so Joe couldn't hear the other end. He tried his hardest to listen to the conversation and the tension rising, he swore he heard the sound of a faint cry coming from the receiving line, making his brow furrow.

"Yes mum, I'll come right away." You ended the call, rushing back into the living room standing a couple of metres away from the area where you had just been underneath Joe minutes before.

"I have to go, I'm so sorry, I'll text you though. Tonight's been amazing Joe. Thank you." Joe noticed the apprehension in your voice, tilting his head to the side in a worried manner.

"Everything ok?" He said in a concerned tone.

"Yeah, absolutely. Just need to get to my mums."

"I can take you if you-"

"No, it's fine. See you soon." You ran out the door with nothing but a blunt reply, slamming the door and rushing to the tube station to get to your mum's house. Luckily she didn't live far from Joe's so it made the journey all the more shorter.

Your phone had buzzed a couple of times upon your return home, it took you some time to look at it this time around, not being able to reply as quickly as you wanted too, your head full of stupid thoughts on what Joe could've been thinking about your quick exit.

Sitting on your bed, exhausted and with full intent to go to sleep, first you read through the messages.

Joe: I hope everything's ok? I hope I didn't take it too far. I know we have history and all that but I was really happy to see you again, even in that way... x

Joe: Let me know you're good. It's been a while and you haven't replied x

Joe: Y/N. Regardless of you not replying, just let me know when you're ready, if everything's ok at least, I'm worried about you x

You tapped your fingers fast, feeling quite apologetic in your reply.

You: I'm sorry I had to just leave like that. It wasn't you and I'm fine. Reality called and I had to answer it. There is one thing you really do need to know and if you're certain you want to be in my life, it now comes with a package deal... x

Your hesitation to press send almost made you want to vomit, now you were the one who was worried.

Joe: Package deal? What're you talking about... Of course I want to be in your life, friends or maybe more again someday, we can take things slow x

You: Come over tomorrow. I'll send you my address, please don't be scared but there's something you need to see x

Joe: I'll be there. I'm not scared of anything, I'd just be scared of losing you again. There's no worse feeling than that x

Tomorrow would come too soon, you were the one who was scared, scared of his reaction to what you needed to show him. Something that belonged to him, not the sweater of his you'd kept all of these years in the back of your wardrobe, something a lot more close to home. It was your own decision to bring this up too quickly, but he needed to know the truth as soon as possible.

Your phone buzzed and your hands shook in its grasp.

Joe: I'm on my way, I'll be 15 minutes if I don't hit traffic x

You: Ok x

You put your phone back on the kitchen counter top and bent with your elbows firmly pressed against it, rubbing your hands over your face and taking a huge inhale of oxygen, it was almost time.

You didn't hear it at the time when you were upstairs in the bathroom, but there was a knock at the front door. Behind it stood a slightly nerved Joe. The front door slowly opened and where your face should've been stood all he could see was through into your home. He double took when he looked down to see a little girl staring back at him.

"Hello are you mummy's friend?"

Joe's jaw dropped, his hands became clammy and his mouth filled with saliva, the type that you feel when you're about to throw up.

"I-I am. I'm Joe." You had literally gotten to the doorway and watched the love of your life meet the other love of your life, your eyes grew as wide as Joe's in that second and you felt paralyzed from head to toe.

"You can come in if you want" she said politely, totally oblivious and innocent to the tension between yourself and him. Joe couldn't take his eyes off of her, he was stunned, practically the last thing he could've imagined.

Your daughter ran over to you and you swooped her up in your arms, carefully watching Joe's every reaction. "Joe, I'd like you to meet my darling girl, Madison."

For the first time in his own life, he was speechless yet full of questions, not necessarily questions he could be asking in front of the little girl, but there was enough time for that.

You gave her a quick peck on the cheek and set her feet to the ground. "Why don't you go and watch some tv whilst I talk to my friend Mads?" She nodded and took a brief wave at Joe before skipping off to the living room.

You felt so close but yet so far away from him in this mere moment, waiting for his response; whether it be good or bad something had to come of it.

"So you had a baby?" Joe asked, his eyes firmly pressed to the ground.

"I did. She's amazing, the best thing in my life." You smiled sympathetically, you knew this was going to be a lot for him to take in.

"How old is she?"

"She's four going on fourteen. Sassy little madam at times."

It didn't take a genius to work out the timings, but Joe was still taken back and couldn't get the hint.

"She's definitely a cutie."

"Just like her dad." Joe glanced at you, his eyes filling with water, tears clung to his eye lids like his life depended on it.

"Wait what?" Joe whispered. You took his hand and lead him into the kitchen/dining area, sitting him down and making a drink of water for the both of you, god knows he needed it.

"Just shy of five years ago, we ended things for the last time Joe. We did what we did and then about a month later, I found out I was pregnant. She's yours Joe." He ran his fingers through his curls, his eyes boring into you like daggers.

"How do you know-"

"Can't you see it? She literally looks just like you. The eyes, the smile, the curls, her mannerisms. Everything about Madison is you. Whether you want to be a part of her life is up to you, we will tell her in good time, but please make the decision quickly because I don't want you to change your mind and break her heart like you did mine."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He looked like he was gasping for air. Your hands that were laid flat on your dining table were now clutched by his, a small part of his lips and a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"I was scared Joe. But fate brought me to you yesterday and you needed to know the truth even if it is four years too late."

"All this time, after all this time..." Joe sniffled, tears of your own now matched the ones staining his cheeks.

"So you will?"

"Of course I will. I've never wanted anything more. It's a god damn shock don't get me wrong, but a surprise of the best kind and quite the relief that she's mine." Joe snorted a shy laugh and you returned it.

"You'd be blind not to notice that she wasn't yours."

"Madison..."

"Quinn, I gave her your last name. It was only right, even if you weren't there through it all. You're still her father."

"Has she never questioned it?"

"I think she's a little young to notice right now, but in time she would have and I would of told her the truth. But all in good time now, just get to know her at your own pace, she's very forthcoming with people, she'll love you."

Joe gave your hands a reassuring squeeze and a swift nod, getting up from the table and taking a head start into the living room. You took a long gulp of your water and a sharp sigh, smiling to yourself at the positive vibe you got from him, that he was willing to step up, that he was able to go through with this even though it was a shock to his system, for now it gave you such hope.

You tiptoed to the doorway of the living room, setting your sights upon Joe and Madison sat on the floor in front of the tv, she was showing him her favourite teddy bear, one she'd had since she was born, telling Joe all about it's backstory and that she took it everywhere.

"You can hold it if you want" she passed the bear over to Joe and he put it on his lap, cross legged they both turned their attention to the tv screen.

"This is my favourite, mummy watches it with me all the time. Will you stay and watch it with me Joe?"

"Of course I will." Joe smiled, feeling the presence of you behind him, turning his head round to shoot a smile your way, the softest most purest smile you'd ever seen.

You mouthed at him a thank you with a sweet grin in return, wiping a tear from your eyes as Maddie reached for the blanket at the side of her, offering Joe the corner of the small sheet. He gladly took it, their shared mannerisms shining through, you shook your head when you watched them tilt their head to the side in unison as if it were some form of telepathy. She was definitely her father's daughter.

Nothing could be certain of where you and Joe would head in the next chapter of your lives, whether it be a good friendship, or something that would go further, but sticking to your guns and focusing on the present was the best idea and the view of it was perfect from where you were standing.

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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty

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Chapter 5 - Babysitter duty

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~Minho’s POV~

“The main song’s production is completed, video is filmed, we are basically prepared for the release. How is the rest of the album going?” Mr. Kim, the man responsible for all the team in charge of production, video, graphic design and so on asked bluntly.

We were all seated around the table in the meeting room, and the air felt tense.

“The cover is still in-progress…” the designer spoke, but cowered noticing Mr. Kim’s burning gaze.

“The album release is less than two months away. Are you aware of that?” He asked harshly, and the designer just nodded.

“Whatever. Make sure to finish at least 20 sketches by Monday.”

“But it’s Saturday-”

“Did I stutter?” Mr. Kim raised his voice, and the designer just shut up. “Okay, now that the design is out of the way – how is production going? Mr. Choi?”

“Yes. We still have some of it to do. We’ve recorded almost all vocals by now, we just need a few backing vocals, and then putting them together. It’s essentially a puzzle at this point.”

“It needs to get done in maximum 3 weeks from now.”

“We are trying. You gave us 10 songs, though. That’s a lot.”

“You are a good producer, you can manage.” Mr. Kim shrugged. I was annoyed, but there was no arguing with him, unfortunately. After all, he summoned this meeting at 3 PM on a Saturday.

I just nodded as well and left the meeting, going to my studio and opening up the audio files, checking one more time exactly what we had already, or if there was anything else we needed to record before getting started on the overall production. Having everything ready in just 3 weeks meant coming to the studio every day and working almost non-stop. I could already feel the stress burning up my throat, anxiety rising from my stomach like acid and burning my insides.

After about two hours of work, an unknown number called my phone, delivering some horrible news that pulled me out of my trance.

My mother collapsed while taking care of Nari and was now in the hospital.

The words didn’t seem the register well in my head; the only thing I knew was that I jumped from my desk and somehow got in my car and drove as quickly as possible.

Nari was a crying mess when I got there, and mom was sleeping.

“Baby, what happened?” I hugged Nari tightly and let her explain how grandma suddenly started feeling dizzy, and then fell while making lunch for her. Nari panicked, but remembered how I taught her to use the phone and dial the emergency number.

Indeed, my mom was looking pale, and I knew she’s been feeling sick the past few weeks, but she offered to watch over Nari as graciously as ever while I went to work, and even assured me she was feeling well enough to take care of her.

Apparently not.

What the fuck was I even supposed to do now? Obviously, getting a babysitter, because I couldn’t take Nari to work, and I had to go back to the office no matter what.

Fuck, I also booked Flame tonight. I cursed in my head and quickly opened my phone and cancelled the appointment. The app didn’t let me add any reasons for cancelling, which annoyed me to no end, because I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want to see her anymore.

After speaking with the doctor and finding out that mom should get better after having proper rest for a while, and should just take it easy, I grabbed Nari and started walking with her towards the exit.

“Daddy.” Nari shook my hand, still crying. I went on one knee and hugged her. “Is grandma going to be okay?”

“Of course, she just needs to sleep for a little bit, that’s all.” I caressed her hair and spoke gently.

“What if… she will die?” She cried harder, making me frown. “That’s what happened to Nam-gil’s grandma!”

“Who is that?”

“The boy who sits behind me! I told you about him!!! His grandma went to sleep and never woke up!”

“Baby, that’s not going to happen.” I hugged her and tried to reassure her again. “Grandma’s fine. She’s just a bit worn out, but she’ll be fine, okay?”

“… okay. Are we going home, daddy?”

“Oh, baby… daddy has to get back to work for now… since grandma is sick, we will have to get a babysitter-”

“NO!” Nari shouted, making everyone around us turn their attention to us. “I WANT YOU!!! NOT A BABYSITTER!”

“I know, but please hear me out. We’re going to stay together the whole day tomorrow-”

“NO!” She shouted again, and pulled away from me forcefully, starting to run away.

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~Jieun’s POV~

Raining again, huh…?

It feels like the sky’s been crying for weeks with no end in sight. The air was humid and cold, and each time I would go outside I felt like I had to tighten the coat around my body tighter and tighter.

Even if it was raining so much, the world didn’t seem to halt for even a minute. People were running busily from place to place, crowding themselves to shelter away from the rain at the bus stop, or jumping from cab to cab to get somewhere.

Even if it was Saturday, it was no different. I was no different. Everyone had their own errands, and my errand for the day was to buy some apple pastries – grandma’s favourites – and go to visit her in the hospital.

I felt bad for not visiting her as often as I would’ve liked. The doctor scolded me, too. He articulated so many times how important it was for cancer patients to not deal with the battle alone, but more than once per week felt too painful for me as well. It’s not like I didn’t want to come more often.

I just… couldn’t.

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“Hey grandma! Looking good!” I winked as I entered the private hospital room. Charisma’s money ensured a level of comfort that I would’ve otherwise been unable to provide for my grandma no matter how much I tried.

“Jieun, dear!” She smiled happily seeing me. She looked well, her face not as pallid.

“I brought you your favourites.” I said, waving the bag of pastries around.

“Apple strudel? My granddaughter is spoiling me so much!” She smiled and patted the bed with her right hand, instructing me to come sit down.

I helped her sit up and brought her tray of food, placing the pastries on a plate and bringing her a glass of pomegranate juice – her favourite – and then I sat down on the chair next to the bed as well.

“How are you feeling, grandma?” I smiled, watching her eat the strudels happily. She had an appetite, which was a good sign.

“I’m doing so well lately; they brought out a new doc who’s really sweet. You should meet him!” She winked, making me whine.

“Grandma!”

“My dear, this old lady is not important, so you shouldn’t worry about me and should try to find yourself a partner.”

“Grandma… please, eat and leave me alone!” I covered my cheeks.

“I just feel bad, you’ve been working so hard for me… you should take advantage of your youth and go on dates and meet someone!”

“Don’t worry, as long as you’re healthy, that’s all that matters to me.” I frowned.

“Jieun, dear… how much have you been working to afford this big room? You should move me to a smaller one. I don’t need all this space for myself!” She looked at me with sad eyes, and that look almost made me want to throw up. Why couldn’t she just accept this and let me handle everything?

“Grandma, you really don’t have to worry. I want you to be taken care of as much as possible, until you can return home to live with me!” I started, then got startled by a hand on my cheek wiping my tears away.

Huh?

I haven’t even realised I started crying.

“My baby…” She spoke. “I love you so much, Jieun, but you have to start living for yourself as well…”

“I will, you just have to get better!”

My grandma smiled briefly, but something about the look in her eyes made me want to cry harder. Instead of continuing to look at her and cry like a fool, I decided to tell her I have plans with some friends and left the salon in a hurry.

Just as I exited the room, a notification on my phone caught my eye.

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1 unread notification – In the Dark

Charisma has cancelled tonight’s meeting.

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Great. This day couldn’t get any better.

I chuckled bitterly. I was looking forward to meeting Charisma and feeling a little bit better about myself, but I guess I couldn’t even do that.

As I was approaching the end of the corridor, a loud “NO” echoed throughout the hospital and soon enough someone bumped into me.

Looking at the child that fell on the ground in front of my legs, the familiar girl with brown hair and small figure started crying loudly.

“Nari?”

She was rubbing her eyes furiously, but after hearing her name, she raised her head and looked at me.

“Miss Park!” She cried and practically jumped on my legs, and I hugged her and tried to comfort her.

“What’s wrong, hm?” I asked her, but before she got the chance to reply, her dad found the corridor.

“Nari, God, I told you not to run away from me- miss Park?” He asked perplexed, seeing me embraced with his daughter.

Nari was still crying.

“Mr. Choi.” I smiled briefly.

“I’m sorry for this. Nari, come on, we really have to go.”

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO!” She cried in my arms and hugged me tighter.

“Baby, please. I have to go to work, I told you so many times-”

“NO! I’m not staying with a babysitter!”

I let Nari hide herself behind my legs while pitying Mr. Choi for this situation. I knew Nari could be a bit difficult sometimes, and he was probably going through a lot – being in a hospital and trying to sort things out while having to be at work.

“Don’t you like babysitters, Nari?” I asked while caressing the girl’s hair and turning around to face her properly.

“No! I hate them!” She shook her head, refusing to look at her dad.

“Hmm, but what if we spend some time together, hm? We could go get some hot chocolate in the mall, maybe even an ice cream! And we could visit the art shop to get you some oil paints, and then paint something together. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Nari detached herself from me and I wiped off her tears, while she nodded in approval.

“Miss Park, you don’t have to-” Mr. Choi started, but I cut him off, while Nari was still agreeing with me.

“We should make sure to go fast, then! I heard the ice-cream shop closes at 8!”

“Oh no! Let’s hurry!” Nari grabbed my hand and started dragging me.

“Could you go to that vending machine and get us two chocolate bars first, though?” I asked her and handed her some cash, and she went happily.

“Miss Park, I really don’t know what to say… My mother was looking after her when she passed out, and…” Mr. Choi spoke.

“Don’t worry. You must be busy, so you should go finish up work and I’ll take care of her, okay?”

“You have no idea how grateful I am for everything you’ve been doing for us. I will text you my address and door code, so you can go there with Nari when you’re done shopping, and let me know how much money you’re spending today. Actually wait, I’m going to-” He reached for his wallet, but I placed my hand on his and stopped him.

“Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out later.”

“Thank you so much.” He said again, before Nari returned with three chocolate bars.

“This is for you,” she handed one to me, “this is for me, and this…” she hesitantly handed it to Mr. Choi, who went on one of his knees and hugged her tightly.

“Daddy is so sorry. I promise you we’ll spend the whole day together tomorrow, and you can have fun with Miss Park today, yes?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I love you, princess.” He kissed the top of her head gently.

“I love you too, daddy.”

~

I took Nari to the mall just as promised, and after grabbing a small ice cream, we headed towards one of the playgrounds inside so she could play for a bit before heading home.

“Did you like the ice-cream?” I asked her and smiled. We were holding hands and walking leisurely through the mall, while I was trying to remember where the playground was located exactly.

“Yes, it was so- JIHO!” She shouted all of a sudden, startling me, and jerked her hand away from mine, starting to run towards another little girl.

“Nari, please don’t run away like that!” I scolded her for a bit, and she pouted.

“I’m sorry, Miss Park.”

“Now, who is your friend?” I smiled gently, when a couple approached us. A woman seemingly my age started speaking.

“Oh, if this is not Nari! And you must be… her babysitter?” She tilted her head and looked at the man on her left unsure.

“No! She is not my babysitter! She is my teacher!” Nari articulated every word and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

So cute.

“Yes, I’m Jieun, nice to meet you. Are you... uhm…”

“Oh, we are Nari’s Godparents.” The man chuckled. “I’m Jinki, and this is my wife, Ye-Jun. It’s nice to meet you, Jieun.”

We shook hands.

“We were just heading to the playground, would you like to come so the girls can play together?”

“We were actually going there ourselves!” Ye-Jun spoke.

“Oh, is that so?” I chuckled. “The more the merrier, let’s go together.”

We headed towards the play area and let the girls have fun while we sat on a bench outside the playground and observed them.

“So, Jieun… I was so shocked to see you with Nari, she usually hates being away from her grandma or Minho.” Ye-Jun said, and hearing Mr. Choi’s name spoken casually like that brought a chill down my spine, for some reason.

“From what he told me, her grandma collapsed and was brought to the hospital, and he has work…”

“Oh right, there’s an album release in like two months, I think.” Jinki added to my explanation, and Ye-Jun nodded.

“An album release…?” I tilted my head.

“Yeah, he is a producer. Makes songs, basically. If you ever listen to the radio, or watch shows or whatever, chances are you’ve heard something he made. He’s really good.” Jinki chuckled.

“Is that so?” I smiled. I knew nothing about Mr. Choi, after all. I didn’t even know exactly what producer meant on his business card, but he was apparently well-known and popular in the industry.

“I’m so sorry to hear about his mom, though. Is she okay?” Ye-Jun asked, worried.

“I think she will be, after she gets some rest…”

“That’s a relief.” Ye-Jun replied.

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink, would you girls like something?” Jinki stood up and headed towards a nearby coffee shop.

“I’m really glad to see Nari with someone else, honestly. It’s been so tough on Minho to take care of Nari all on his own, and he never accepts our help. He doesn’t want to inconvenience us.” Ye-Jun frowned.

“Sorry… on his own?”

“Yes, ever since Ellie died…” She frowned. “Ellie was his wife, and my best friend.”

“I’m sorry about your loss.” I touched her shoulder with sympathy.

“It’s been many years, but her loss is still felt by all of us. I always felt bad for Nari, growing up without a mother… Ellie died giving birth to her.”

“Oh…”

“Minho’s been blaming himself so much. She never wanted children, but when she got pregnant, he was so happy… she couldn’t bring herself to terminate. I was also pregnant with Jiho at that time, so…” A few tears made their way on Ye-Jun’s cheeks, and I felt bad for getting to this conversation and making her talk about it, since it still brought so much pain.

“Life is so unfair to us sometimes, isn’t it?” I looked at the playground absent-mindedly. Nari saw us and smiled brightly, waving at me. I waved back.

“Mhm. After Ellie’s death… he covered himself in work, and Nari… she never had someone to call mom. She grew up around babysitters, and…”

“That’s why she hates them.”

“Exactly. It’s really shocking to see her here with… someone new. I’m really sorry, Jieun, I’m probably overwhelming you with so much information.”

“No, not at all.” I put my hand on hers and squeezed. “Thank you for telling me, it’s easier now to understand Nari. I also grew up without a mom.”

“The world really is cruel.” She started crying harder.

“Woah, what happened?” Jinki ran towards us alarmed and I took the drinks from his hands so he could comfort his wife.

“I was just telling Jieun about Ellie and how sad it is for Nari to grow up without her.” She explained briefly, and Jinki hugged her tightly.

“Darling, what if Jiho sees you crying, hm?”

“But it’s so sad!” She continued crying, and Jinki threw me a compassionate look and mouthed a quick “I’m sorry.”

I waved my hand around and smiled compassionately.

“I’m really sorry.” Ye-Jun sniffled. “I’m pregnant and my hormones are all over the place. Minho doesn’t know yet, so please don’t tell him.”

“Sure, of course. That’s amazing, Jiho is going to have a younger sibling.”

“Yeah, we didn’t exactly expect it 8 years after Jiho, but…” Jinki smiled and held his wife’s hand tighter.

“That’s certainly- sorry.” I started, but got interrupted by my phone ringing. “Hello, Mr. Choi.”

“Hi, Miss Park, just checking in. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine over here. We are currently at the mall.”

“Oh, is Nari playing with other kids?”

“Yes, we actually ran into her Godparents, and she’s been playing with Jiho for 2 hours now.”

“Must be fun as heck.” He chuckled. “Are Ye-Jun and Jinki with you as well?”

“Yeah, they’re here. They said hi.”

“Poor you, Ye-Jun is a lot to take in for a first meeting. You’re a heroine.” He chuckled again. “Anyways, please send me your bank details so I can wire you some money for dinner and whatever else you’ve spent on Nari today.”

“Oh, but-”

“No buts. Listen, I gotta get back to work and I’ll try to hurry tonight, okay? I’m waiting for your details, send me a text. Bye~”

“Okay.” I chuckled. “Good luck at work.”

After I ended the call, I looked at Jinki and Ye-Jun, who were throwing me a curious look.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing, just…” Ye-Jun started, then looked at her husband, unsure.

“Why are you so formal with him?” Jinki asked amused. “Mr. Choi. It’s so… weird to hear someone call Minho that.”

“Oh, I mean… he’s Nari’s father, and we aren’t exactly friends or anything…” I scratched my nape.

“Still, you told us to call you Jieun, and were on a first-name basis with us.” Ye-Jun pointed out.

“That’s different.” I quickly retorted. “I met you two in other circumstances.”

“You’re cute.” Ye-Jun laughed and pinched my cheek.

“I think it’s time to get our kids, hm?” Jinki chuckled, and made a hand signal towards Jiho, who happily ran towards us holding Nari’s hand.

Jiho then let go of Nari and ran quickly towards Ye-Jun and shouted “Mama!”, jumping in her arms. For a split second, Nari didn’t know what to do. She watched the scene with downhearted eyes, and she reminded me of myself so much, of how many times I would watch my friends jump in their parents’ arms and shouting “Dad!” or “Mom!” and how sad that would make me feel.

And then, my grandmother would stand up from her bench and place on knee on the ground, opening her arms fully and shouting my name, which would make me so happy at that moment. So, so happy, I would run in full speed in her arms and crash against her body, and she would bury me in her chest and get up with me.

What I did next felt like automatism. I haven’t thought it through, and I don’t know what got into me, but when I saw Nari like that, watching how loved Jiho was by her mother from the sidelines, something broke in me. It felt like I was looking at myself, the lonely, parentless child from all those years ago.

I haven’t thought it through.

I just got on one knee and opened my arms, and I shouted “Nari!” and smiled, urging her to come in my arms, and she looked confused for a split second, before her whole face lit up, her lips turning upwards into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, and she ran towards me in full speed and jumped into my arms, and I hugged her as tight as my grandma hugged me.

I got up with her still in my arms, and damn, was she heavy. Still, I kept her up and turned my head to her once she stopped hugging my neck.

“Should we go home and eat some dinner?” I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. “Okay then, let’s say bye bye to Jiho and your Godparents.”

She nodded again and I put her back on the floor, watching fondly as she hugged her best friend tightly.

I tried not to ponder on Jinki and Ye-Jun’s curious looks after my questionable action just now, and simply smiled and said my goodbyes as well.

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“So, did you have fun with Jiho?” I asked Nari, who nodded enthusiastically.

“She’s my best friend!”

“I’m glad to hear. What do you want to eat at home? Do you want to order something?”

“Uhm…” Nari hesitated. “Usually,… grandma makes something for me…”

“Oh. Okay. What should we cook, then?” I smiled and caressed her cheek, and she smiled brightly and jumped in front of me.

“Potato stew!”

“Okay! Let’s do that, then!” I chuckled, and we went shopping together.

After shopping, we headed to the address Mr. Choi sent me. They lived in a pretty rich neighbourhood, and their apartment was large and looked really beautiful, decorated with modern furniture. I couldn’t take my sweet time exploring any of it, though, as Nari was too hungry and excited to help me cook.

We cooked and ate together, and I listened to her talk about anything and everything as kids tend to do. When we were done, I told her to brush her teeth and helped her into bed. She was already quite tired after crying in the hospital and then playing for hours with her friend, so she was almost asleep by the time her head hit the pillow.

“Miss Park, is daddy not coming home…?” She asked quietly as I tucked her in and caressed her head once more.

“He is on his way, I’m sure. But I don’t think daddy wants you to wait for him. He did promise you he’ll spend tomorrow with you, didn’t he?”

“Yes…”

“So, be a good girl and sleep, hm?”

“Miss Park… is grandma… going to be okay…?”

“Of course she is.” I smiled assuringly. “After all, she has to come back and take care of you.”

“When is she getting out of the hospital?”

“Oh, baby… I don’t know. But we can ask daddy tomorrow if you can go visit her, okay?”

“Okay…”

I kissed Nari’s forehead and watched her fall asleep quickly, then turned off the light and exited her room as quietly as I could.

Finally alone after a long day, I made my way towards the living room and sat awkwardly on the sofa in the middle of it. I didn’t exactly know what to do next. Obviously, I had to wait for Mr. Choi to come home, as I couldn’t possibly leave Nari all by herself, but… now what?

I was in an unfamiliar space, I already cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, and I didn’t know what to do here. I didn’t even know where the remote control for the TV was and there were no bookshelves in the living room so I could at least grab a book or something, and it’s not like I could snoop around.

I dimmed the lights in the room to make it more comfortable on my eyes and I took out my phone – its battery almost dead – and mindlessly browsed the internet for a while.

It was for the best that Charisma cancelled tonight, after all. I noted, after noticing how late it got. Mr. Choi didn’t tell me when he was coming home, and it was already way past 10PM, my usual meeting time with Charisma.

Why did he cancel? I kept pondering on it. Maybe he was busy. Maybe something unexpected came up.

Maybe he just changed his mind and didn’t want to see me anymore.

That was entirely possible.

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

[mirisss]

The Art of You

Model Seonghwa x photographer afab! reader

Requested by: @shinestarhwaa​ “Anything with Seonghwa, maybe with another job than idol”

Summary: 

Park Seonghwa works as a model, and he is well-known in the industry for two reasons: 

He’s incredibly good-looking. 

He’s extremely tough to work with. 

His agency is close to firing Seonghwa because of all the trouble he creates, but they decide to give him one more chance by pairing him up with one of their newer photographers who, just like Seonghwa, doesn’t have the best reputation. (Y/n) (L/n) is well-known to be a great photographer, however, she is troublesome to work with as she never seems satisfied with the photos which irritate most people she works with. The agency decides that hopefully the two young and talented people would find some balance by working together, if not maybe letting them go would be better for the agency. 

Wordcount ≈ 4k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bullying, some offensive comments (About someone’s work and talent), insecurities about one's own looks, Seonghwa being a bit arrogant and at times described as lazy, let me know if I have missed anything. 

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This isn’t my best work but I hope you still like it!

Third person POV

A busy buzzing was occupying a large office, phone calls, conversations, clicking of the keys on a keyboard, faded music from a screen or two, and of course, the signature sign of this office - the clicking of a camera snapping a photo. This is KQ Agency, the number one agency to be at if you want to be a model or professional photographer. If someone needs a model or photographer the first place they call is KQ.  

In a far-off corner, you will find the boss of this operation, Mr. Choi, who wasn’t having a very good day. Lately, he has gotten nothing but complaints regarding one of his models and one of his photographers. Both also happen to be the best in their own line of work. 

*Knock knock*

“Come in,” Mr. Choi was sitting at his desk looking over several papers when a firm knock was planted on his door. The person who stepped inside was the head manager of the entire agency, the right-hand man of Mr. Choi, Mr. Kim. The two were also great friends, having spent a lot of time working together and going on way too many after-works together to not be friends both inside and outside the office. “Hey man, what’s up? Haven’t seen you all day,” Mr. Choi, moved his attention from the papers toward his friend who had an exhausted look. “We got yet another complaint regarding Park Seonghwa today, it’s the third one from today. It’s ridiculous,” Mr. Kim sat down on the little couch in the room and let out an exasperated sigh after delivering the news to his boss and friend. Mr. Choi too let out a sigh. “What was it this time?” “First it was his attitude, apparently he was complaining about the lighting not being good enough, then it was laziness, he wouldn’t leave his make-up chair until he ‘felt like it’, then lastly, once again. His attitude, he wasn’t happy with how the photographer was taking the photos so, Mr. Park told the photographer that he was ‘a useless amateur who could be replaced by the wall because it has more talent and knowledge than him…’ At this rate, it isn’t even worth keeping Park Seonghwa at the agency, we have tried pairing him up with almost every photographer at our agency and others… How can we keep a model that no photographer wants to work with?” Mr. Choi let out another heavy sigh. He liked Seonghwa, he did, because Seonghwa has talent, he was almost an expert without any training when he first came to the agency, however, Mr. Choi quickly realized that the young man had a lot of opinions and he was too stubborn to let anyone else have their way. “Also, we have another problem,” “Let me guess, Miss (Y/n) (L/n). Our famous photographer,” “You are right my friend, the client complained that Miss (L/n) was impossible to work with as she was never satisfied with the set, the lighting, the poses, the pictures, nothing. So eventually the client walked away without finishing the shoot,” The two men sighed once again, their two most talented employees were also, unfortunately, their two most troublesome employees. “So, what do we do my friend?” Mr. Choi was troubled, he genuinely believed that the two youngsters were the most talented people in the industry but unless they stopped being such perfectionists they won’t find any work. “We’re at the end of the road here, but perhaps their final chance can be with each other. Considering their personalities when it comes to work, they might actually be a good pair. And if they can prove that they can work together, then we might be able to keep them here,” Mr. Kim said as he stood up from his seat on the couch. “Perhaps you are right my friend. Did we have anything upcoming for either of them?” “No, as of today neither of them has any planned schedules for another month or so. Miss (l/n) has the cherry blossom shoot at the end of March but until then she is free. Mr. Park is free until the beginning of April for his birthday shoot,” “That’s great, now don’t you think we need some new pictures to represent the company? And who better to model for them than our most popular model? And who better to take the pictures than our best photographer?” “That’s a great idea, boss. I will let the two know of their new schedules,” The two men finally smiled and hoped that their plan would work.

That very night (Y/n) and Seonghwa received an email announcing their assigned project as well as a paragraph explaining that the two must prove themselves to stay with the agency. While they felt a bit annoyed at the situation itself neither one could deny the fact that they looked forward to working with the other. Maybe this time they could work with someone who understands the art of photography and perfection. 

The next morning at the office

At exactly 7:55 AM (Y/n) walked into the office, the photographer always arrived at this exact time, never a minute earlier or later.  (Y/n) was walking with confident steps to her office room as she always does, however, on the inside, she was a nervous mess. Of course, she had heard about the Park Seonghwa. He was probably the hottest man on earth, at least in (Y/n)’s eyes. He carries himself with such grace and one could believe he is a god because of his beauty. Although, (Y/n) had also heard that he, just like her, could be quite the pain to work with so this could become quite interesting to see if they will clash or be able to work in harmony. The young woman sat down in her chair after walking inside her room and shutting the door. She had a meeting booked with Seonghwa at 8.30 so until then she would prepare some examples of concepts for the project, as they are supposed to represent the company they need a couple of different sets. (Y/n) found some inspo pics to show her ideas.

At 8:05 AM, Park Seonghwa calmly walked into the office. Unless he had a meeting at 8 or there was a photoshoot, you wouldn’t catch him coming to work on time. He always thought “What’s the use of being here at 8 AM sharp if I don’t have anything to do?” And in a way he is right, his job isn’t to come up with the concepts - no, his job is to look hot and pose for the photos. His first stop was the coffee machine to grab a cup of coffee before he would go and sit down in the room where he would meet (Y/n). Seonghwa had heard of the photographer, how could he not? Almost every single person he has ever worked for has asked him if he knows her and if he could introduce them to her. Even though she wasn’t the person in front of the camera, she seemed more famous than any female model he knew. Of course, he knew that the photographer was talented, he had seen some of her work. He was always fascinated with her ideas, the way she could make even the most boring product seem incredible with the way she posed it, and just how amazing she was at her job. Seonghwa had seen her around the office a couple of times too, though he didn’t know it, he always thought that someone that beautiful must be a model. 

At 8.30 sharp, a woman opened the door to the meeting room and Seonghwa opened his resting eyes and turned toward the door to greet his new partner. The model was shocked to find the beautiful woman he sometimes saw walking around in the office walking inside the room, holding a bunch of papers in her hands and a big bag, a camera bag. This, this was (Y/n) (L/n). Holy hell. I’m gonna be working with her? Seonghwa thought as he looked her up and down before clearing his throat and standing up. (Y/n), too was a bit stunned as she opened the door to the room, she had heard from multiple people that Seonghwa wasn’t the best at being on time hence she expected him to be late. So, she was shocked to find him inside the room, meaning he was early, and based on the fact that he seemed to have made himself comfortable on the chair and even had a coffee mug on the table, he had been there for at least 5 minutes. As he stood up, (Y/n) almost swooned at his lean build and handsome face, though she did not miss the way he looked her up and down in what seemed to be awe. “Hello, I’m Park Seonghwa. Nice to meet you,” He extended his hand toward (Y/n) though she awkwardly looked up at him before they both looked down at her hands which were full of papers and the camera bag. Seonghwa chuckled a little. “Oh, sorry. haha. Come on in, sit down,” “Haha, thank you. Nice to meet you too. I’m (Y/n) (L/n),” She walked inside and put down all her things on the table. Once that was done, she extended her hand toward the model while also giving him a smile. “There, now I can shake your hand” Seonghwa involuntarily began smiling because of how cute she seemed. Hwa extended his hand once again and carefully took (Y/n)’s smaller hand into his before lightly shaking it. “Well, now we can officially begin this partnership as we have done the mandatory handshake,” They both laughed at Seonghwa’s comment before sitting down and discussing the project. 

The discussion went quite smoothly, Seonghwa was satisfied with the way she had multiple examples of each concept and how she took into account how well he would fit them. An example is, one concept needs to be a cuter and lighter vibe however with his looks that doesn’t really make sense but (Y/n) had an idea of making it a concept of him with a sibling to give it a cuter and lighter feeling without disrupting his usual manner. (Y/n) was happy with the response she was receiving from Seonghwa and how well their teamwork seemed to go. Weird, from what I have heard he’s usually not this easy to get started with… And so the meeting ended without any arguments or problems, to everyone’s surprise. As (Y/n) was beginning to pack up the papers, ready to go back to her room so she could book some venues for the photoshoots, Seonghwa asked her a question that she had never imagined he would, to anyone. “Hey, (Y/n). How come you’re not a model? I mean you’re so pretty, you would be even more popular than I am,” The photographer turned her eyes away from him and back to her papers. “I have my reasons, thank you for calling me pretty but I would much rather stand behind the camera than stand before it,” Hwa seemed a bit disappointed with her answer but he understood. 2 hours ago they had never spoken a word to each other and suddenly he’s asking her a very private question, of course, she wouldn’t answer it. “Would you ever tell me those reasons?” “Maybe someday, if we end up becoming close friends, maybe then” And with that (Y/n) walked out of the room, leaving Seonghwa behind. 

A few days later the partners were meeting up at a park at 5 am to have an outdoor workout photoshoot. The two showed up at 4:55 AM even though they came by separate means they ended up arriving at the same time. “Good morning, I have your outfit here in this bag and while you get changed I’ll set up the equipment,” (Y/n) said with a little yawn. “Good morning, okay sounds good but don’t you have a team to help you set up?” Seonghwa said as he also gave (Y/n) a little wave. “Nah, when possible I usually don’t bring a team because it just takes longer with them because I have to explain how I want things multiple times and then I end up doing it on my own either way,” “Ah, I see. Well, I’ll get changed so you can set up in peace,” And so the partners were left with their own chores for a few minutes. (Y/n) had just finished her setup when Seonghwa came back to the location dressed in a tank top that showed off his tan, well-sculpted arms, and a pair of sweatpants, his hair was styled to look a bit messy - as if he had been running his hands through it a couple of times but he still looked incredibly sexy. “Okay, let’s get this over with,” (Y/n) admired how well Hwa posed and especially how good he looked. Damn, I have never wanted to kiss a man more than now…  “Okay, let’s do some more over here of you jogging around, If you could I’d like to overemphasize the movement so that it comes out clearer in the pictures. And I want you to first run away from me and then turn around and run back. Got it?” Seonghwa admired how (Y/n) described her vision so well and never before had he been so satisfied with a photographer. “Yes, if I do this is it good or do you want more or less?” Hwa demonstrated an example of how he would jog. “Mm, the movement is perfect in size however I would like to change your form, it might feel a little awkward but try to move a little stiffer and don’t look at the camera, I want the photo to seem like I found a random person jogging in the park and not a model,” “Alright, so more like this?” “Yes, perfect! Alright let’s get going, this is the last set of pics, we should be done in maybe 15 minutes,” Seonghwa gave a thumbs up before drinking some water and then he moved over to start jogging. And so after 20 minutes, the two had packed up their things and began their separate journeys to the company. 

(Y/n) immediately went to her office to sit down and work on editing the photos she took this morning. After choosing the best ones and touching up the lighting she was satisfied, they didn’t need much fixing because Seonghwa was perfection in human form. (Y/n) sent a message to Seonghwa asking him to come by her office, to which he responded ‘on my way’. Minutes later Hwa was knocking on her door. “Come on in partner,” “Good afternoon, I brought you a cola,” “Thank you! Come, sit down here beside me. I wanna show you the photos from today,” Seonghwa walked over and sat down on the chair beside (Y/n), they sat so close to each other that their arms were touching. Seonghwa couldn’t help but admire how pretty (Y/n) looked with her hair thrown into a messy ponytail and the way she was so focused on the computer in front of her. “Okay, so here are my favorites, we need to choose just 3 of them and I have about 15 favorites so I need your help to narrow them down,” “Am I that good-looking?” “Nope, most of my favorites are pictures of you making weird faces.” “haha, you liar. I always look good no matter what,” While (Y/n) couldn’t help but think that it was true, she just shoved him playfully before they began looking at the photos. 

And so their partnership continued and after 2 weeks, the two had become quite good friends. Finding companionship in each other’s perfectionism and personality. While the two also began harboring romantic feelings for one another, neither wanted to say anything, afraid of being rejected and saying something too early. Seonghwa still wondered what reasons (Y/n) had to stay behind the camera, in his eyes the photographer was insanely pretty and beautiful so he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t a model or an actress or something like that. 

One night after a long photoshoot at a street market, their last photoshoot for the project. Seonghwa and (Y/n) decided to have a little dinner party in Seonghwa’s apartment. The party consisted of just the two of them, some pizza, some snacks, and soda - not even alcohol, but they were happy with this.

“Okay, did you know that Jung Wooyoung is number 2 on the list, just after you, of models you kind of don’t want to work with?” “What? No, I didn’t. Woo’s actually a friend of mine, I get why people don’t like me because I’m such a perfectionist and so but why don’t they like him?” “It’s not that they don’t like him, he’s very likable and sociable but that’s one of the problems. He’s so energetic and he’s not a master of concentration so he has a tendency to distract the set workers and himself. So, when working with him, the only way for it to work is if you’re doing a one-on-one shoot or Kim Hongjoong is there. Hongjoong seems to be the only one that can keep Wooyoung in check,” “Yeah, that does sound like Wooyoung. You should see him when he’s with Choi San. They’re a nightmare when together, not even Hongjoong can contain them then,” “Mm, I can imagine that. I’ve done one shoot with Wooyoung before but fortunately, I did a double of him and Hongjoong so I didn’t have that many problems. I think that was one of the few shoots I didn’t receive any complaints about,” “Yeah, it was the one featuring the new make-up line of (insert makeup brand), right?” “Exactly, Hongjoong’s an ambassador for it, and Wooyoung just happened to be picked for the pairing,” And so they continued talking about their different experiences at work and some funny stories of their private lives. 

“Hey, (Y/n)?” “Hm, yeah what is it?” “You don’t have to answer but how come you never seem to take any photos of yourself? I mean, your insta is full of pictures of your friends and place but not a single one of you” (Y/n) looked away from Seonghwa and down at the floor. Seonghwa feared that he had ruined their comfortable atmosphere with his question. “It’s because, from a young age, I always found that my photos turned out way better if I took a picture of something or someone I loved. And during my childhood, I struggled a lot with loving myself and whenever I took a picture of myself, I couldn’t see anything good with it so I stopped taking photos of myself. I know it sounds stupid, but while I can find beauty in most things, I can’t find it in myself. So, yeah. I only photograph what I love. That’s why I’m so obsessed with having my sets be perfect,” Seonghwa had a hard time believing that someone as beautiful as (Y/n), struggled with her own looks because, in his eyes, no one could compare to her. However, he also knows that you can’t decide for someone else whether they love something or not, even if that thing is themselves. “I understand that it can be challenging to find yourself beautiful, I struggle with it too. I actually never thought I could be a model, nonetheless be so popular, but now, I love it. It took quite some time for me to fall in love with the art that is me. So, maybe it is the same way for you. In my eyes, you’re the prettiest, most beautiful person I have ever seen. I have fallen in love with the art of you,” As soon as Seonghwa said it, he realized the words that had fallen from his mouth. (Y/n) too realized what the model had actually said. He’s in love with me? (Y/n) finally looked up at Seonghwa again, finding sincerity and fear in his eyes. Seonghwa found confusion and sadness swirling around in (Y/n)’s eyes. “You’re in love with me?” Seonghwa blushed as he was a little embarrassed, this was not how he was planning on telling her. “Yes. How could I not be? We’re like a match made in heaven, we complement each other so well and you’re such a beautiful person inside and out,” (Y/n) began blushing now, no one had ever spoken to her like this. No one had ever made her feel so special before. “I like you too. I can’t say I love you just yet but I know that I really like you, Seonghwa. Working with you for the past month has been amazing and the way you talk about me, is, is so new. Maybe with your help, I can finally fall in love with the art that is me,” Seonghwa gave (Y/n) a warm smile in return for her confession before he enveloped her in his arms to give her a long hug. After hugging for a couple of minutes, Seonghwa gently released his hold on the photographer to look at her face. “Be my girlfriend?” (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh at the childish grin on his face and the way his eyes seemed so lovestruck. “Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend,” As soon as the words had left her mouth, Seonghwa once again leaned forward and gave (Y/n) a sweet kiss on her lips before pulling away and smiling at her again. (Y/n) picked up her phone from the coffee table in front of them and opened the camera, before turning around so that her back was against Hwa’s chest, Hwa quickly opened his arms to pull her closer. (Y/n) carefully snapped a photo of the two of them, while she was looking at the camera, Seonghwa was looking down at her with a silly smile on his lips and happiness in his eyes. Although (Y/n) had half a mind to delete the picture because she thought she looked bad, she didn’t. She kept it. Because even if she couldn’t find beauty in herself just yet, she didn’t have heart enough to delete the picture when Seonghwa looked so good in it. “You know what?” “What?” “You gave me a really good idea for the name of the project. I struggled with finding a good name for it considering the fact that there are many different concepts and we’re representing the company as a whole… but, thanks to you I know just what to call it,” 

And so, a few days later. The KQ agency launched their new representative photos taken by (Y/n) of model Park Seonghwa under the project name “The Art of You” a collection of photos that show different sides of a person both in casual and professional settings. The project was highly praised by the entire industry and especially by the company representatives who had assigned it to this particular pair. And with that, the new couple became permanent partners for the majority of their future work under KQ Agency. 

With Seonghwa’s help, (Y/n) began finding beauty in herself, especially whenever she was photographed together with her beloved boyfriend. 

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[nightghoul381]

Captive Heart- Silvio Ricci x f!Reader

Finally decided to jump into content creation and this contest inspired me to do so... thank you @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady. This ended up being much longer than I had intended and I had even more ideas, so let me know if you're interested in reading what happens after the end--

Day 1 ~ Mafia AU Pairing: Ikemen Prince: Silvio x f!Reader Overview: Held captive by the mafia, there's no reason you should be feeling this way. In fact, you should hate him, but something about him makes your heart race. Type: Fluffy Angst? Some spice at the end Length: almost 4k

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I jolted awake, feeling a tight grip on my wrists.

The room was dark, only a small sliver of light snuck in under the door. I was just barely able to make out that I was in some sort of small bedroom. My arms were shackled to the chair that I found myself in, and I could feel my panic starting to escalate.

What the hell? Where am I?

The last thing I remembered was walking home from work, and then out of nowhere I felt a sharp pain in my thigh, my head began to spin and I dropped to the ground.

“Hello!” I shouted. “Anyone want to fill me in on what’s going on here?!” My panic was turning into anger as I realized this likely had to do with my father’s debts.

He had recently started reaching out more and more frequently, asking for money again. I knew he had to be in trouble because he had been calling me from several different numbers, and never spoke for very long.

Now the only question was who did he owe?

I’m completely screwed aren’t I?

Suddenly I heard loud footsteps approaching the door. I could hear the sound of keys jingling as the locks were released one by one.

The door flew open and a light switch was flicked on, temporarily blinding me.

“Welcome to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty.”

A tall man with pale silvery hair entered the room, closing the door behind him. His bright cerulean eyes sparkled with amusement at his own quip as to stared down at me.

“Can you please just tell me what’s going on here?” I asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“You sure are demanding for a captive.” The man scoffed, tilting his head to the side, revealing a streak of dark hair amongst the silver strands.

Oh, no. Please don’t tell me you’re who I think you are…

The haughty look on his face and the bright golden ring glittering on his finger. There’s no mistaking it…  He’s definitely Silvio Ricci. The Ricci’s are known for being one of the most powerful families in the city. Their wealth allowed them to have their hands in most of the businesses that were running anywhere near here, legal, and illegal. From what I had heard, Silvio was a clever, conniving, and shrewd negotiator, not to mention incredibly handsome. There was no way I would be talking my way out of this.

How much did my father owe them?! There’s no way he’s going to have enough money to pay for my release!

“You’ve got daddy to thank for this situation, princess.”

“I gathered that much. There’s no other reason for me to be locked up in a tiny room…” I spat.

Silvio shook his head and continued, crossing his arms. “I guess it must be easier to trade in your daughter than to come up with the money you owe.”

Wait, what… Trade in?!

“You mean I’m not just being used as a hostage for ransom?” I squeaked, my mind reeling from the severity of the situation.

“Apparently, someone thought it was a fair trade. I don’t see how you could possibly be worth the four million your father owes, but now I’m apparently stuck dealing with you so you had better be worth my time.”

I watched as a dark scowl appeared on his face, his intimidating aura becoming suffocating.

“W-what exactly do you mean ‘stuck dealing with me’?” I choked, cursing myself for how weak I sounded.

“I mean that you’re my problem now and I intend to make sure that you’re worth the money we lost.”

My head was spinning as my gaze dropped to the floor. I couldn’t seem to make complete sense of the situation. Had my father seriously told them to take me as repayment for his debt? I didn’t think the mafia accepted people as payment.

I felt my face grow hot as my lips twisted into a pained grimace.

“Listen, princess, I don’t like this any more than you do.” He sighed, uncrossing his arms, and pushing off from where he was leaned against the wall.

His long legs quickly closed the distance between us, his fingers tilting my face up to look him in the eye.

“But, it is what it is, so, looks like you’re my property now.”

I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips, my eyebrows knitted together in anger. I opened my mouth to retort, but the fingers on my chin snapped my mouth closed again.

He grinned, clearly the statement had been meant to get a reaction out of me.

Suddenly I felt his hands drop to my arm. My body instinctively moved to jerk away, but the restraints on my wrists kept me in place.

He slid his fingers down along my skin, causing goosebumps to rise in response.

I felt my heartrate pick up…

…Please don’t tell me he thinks I’ll prove I’m ‘worth the money’ by taking advantage of me…

I closed my eyes, steeling myself to attack if I needed to.

He’s close enough that if I jerk forward a bit, I should be able to smack his head with mine… And my legs are free, so I can always use that…

While I was thinking, his fingertips brushed against my wrist and I heard the telltale jingling of keys.

“You’re not gonna try anything, right princess?” The soft whisper brushed past my ear, startling me into opening my eyes.

Silvio’s face was much closer, and I felt humiliated as a gasp escaped my mouth. My face felt hot as he looked me directly in the eye. My heart was racing and I tried desperately to ignore the heat that was pooling in my belly.

I am NOT attracted to this man.

“It wouldn’t do me much good, now would it?” I replied, managing to keep my voice steady and dropping my gaze to where his hand rested against my wrist.

“Heh, smart girl.”

I held my breath as I felt the restraint drop from one hand and then the other, finally letting it out as Silvio took a step back, rising back to his full height.

“You get to stay in this lovely room for now, so go ahead and make yourself comfortable. There’re clean clothes in the armoire.” He explained as he headed out the door.

“Oh, and get some rest, you got a busy day tomorrow.” He added, flashing a smug grin before closing the door behind him.

I sank back into the chair, rubbing my wrists. My heart finally started to calm down, allowing me to fully grasp the situation.

How the hell can I get out of this? And why did he have to be so damn attractive?

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I woke with a start at a loud series of knocks.

“Miss, I am going to open the door, please make sure you’re decent.”

I heard the soft voice calling through the door and quickly sat up in the bed. I had fallen asleep almost immediately last night that I hadn’t even taken the time to get changed out of my clothes.

“Oh, um… come in?” I muttered, getting to my feet as the person behind the door pulled it open.

“Hello miss, my name is Carlo, I work as Mr. Silvio Ricci’s direct assistant. He has requested you to join him for breakfast.”

A young man with short, curly black hair peeked into the doorway, giving a small nod of greeting.

“Hello Carlo… would I have a chance to get cleaned up and changed before having to deal with him?” I muttered, my irritation from the previous night creeping back into my mind.

“I can allow you a few minutes to get changed, but Mr. Ricci isn’t exactly a patient man…”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I nodded and waited for the sound of the door latching before darting over to the armoire and pulling open the first drawer.

My face heated as I saw the assortment of revealing lacy undergarments that filled the space.

Did he not bother providing normal clothing?

I quickly pulled open the other drawers and found an assortment of skirts in one, and an array of nightgowns and lingerie in another.

Why would he think I’d wear any of this?

Behind the door of the wardrobe, I found several luxurious dresses and blouses.

All of the clothing was far more extravagant than I had ever worn, and I was having a hard time trying to decide what would be casual enough for me to feel at least semi-comfortable in.

“Miss, we really should get going.” Carlo’s muffled voice shouted through the door.

“One more minute…” I replied, grabbing one of the blouses and a skirt, throwing them on haphazardly.

I noticed a small mirror on the wall beside the armoire and fixed my hair the best I could without any brush or styling equipment.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I called out, moving to make my way toward the door.

Moments later, I was seated in a grand dining room, a small plate of fruit and a muffin sat in front of me.

I realized how hungry I was and quickly devoured the muffin before starting in on the fruit.

I picked up a strawberry and popped in in my mouth before noticing Silvio’s gaze, his blue eyes trained on my mouth.

“Can I help you, Mr. Ricci?” I asked, swallowing the fruit, and returning his intense stare.

His eyes shot up to meet mine and I felt like I could see a faint pink hue rise on his cheeks before he scoffed and got up from his chair.

“I just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be accompanying me to a party tonight. I need a good distraction while I gather intel on a few of the people that’ll be there.” Silvio quickly began speaking, pacing around the room, and conveniently keeping his face turned away from me.

“You’ll need to wear something that’ll help keep their attention on you, so obviously I’m gonna have to help you with that…” He added, gesturing his hand at my body.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

He snorted, “It looks like you got dressed in the dark.”

I felt my face heat, crossing my arms indignantly over my chest.

“I didn’t exactly have very much time to get ready…” I hissed under my breath.

Once again, Silvio reached out and lifted my chin to force me to face him.

“If you’ve got something to say, princess, make sure I can hear it. I don’t like underhanded comments.” He whispered, his warm breath ghosting over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I quickly uncrossed my arms and shoved him away from me, jumping up from my chair and putting some distance between us.

A slow grin spread on Silvio’s face, his eyes flashing with amusement at my glare.

“I’ll have an outfit sent to your room later. Carlo, take her to get washed up and then make sure to take care of her hair and makeup for tonight.”

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I stared down at the elaborate dress that was laying on my bed.

The silken gown shimmered with a silvery-blue hue, and elegant jewels tastefully decorated the bodice. The skirt was composed of several layers of a shear gauzy fabric with interwoven glitter. A gorgeous silver necklace and earrings, inlaid with deep blue jewels accompanied the dress, along with some beautiful silver heels.

This whole outfit probably costs more than I would make in a year…

I stood in the middle of my room, hesitant to start getting dressed since that meant actually touching the dress.

“You about ready?”

I heard a voice shout through the door, spurring me to quickly leap toward my bed and grab the dress.

“J-just about! I’ll let you know when I’m finished.” I shouted, pulling the dress up quickly to ensure that at least my body was covered.

I managed to slip into the shoes and put the earrings on before the door burst open.

“I had the outfit sent up an hour ago, there’s no way you shouldn’t have been ready to go…” Silvio started, barreling into the room.

Looking down at my body, he abruptly cut himself off, his eyes widening.

I suddenly felt very self-conscious, and started fiddling with the cloth of my skirts. He made his way over to me, his gaze never once leaving my body.

I could feel my heartrate speed up as he approached. Something about his eyes seemed to betray a primal hunger.

Why am I enjoying this? Sure, he’s attractive, but he is probably the last person I want to make me feel like this.

I stubbornly resisted the urge to back away as he drew up close to me, close enough that I was able to smell the sharp, exotic scent of his cologne.

Dammit, why does he have to smell good too?

I mentally scolded myself when my breath hitched as his eyes finally met mine.

Silvio let out an irritated sigh.

“Where’s the necklace?”

I blinked in surprise.

“The what?”

“The necklace, you know the $40,000 necklace I sent up for you to wear? You’re not trying to pull some stupid con, are you? Thinking that when you’re through here you can pawn it off or something?”

“Of course not, I’m not that dumb. Why would I do anything to make my situation any worse than it already is?” I spat. I felt the tension in my body change from attraction to anger. “The necklace is on the bed.”

“Why isn’t it on your neck? Y’know…where it’s supposed to be?”

I want to slap you so hard…

My anger built and I somehow managed to keep it in check long enough to lie, hopefully convincingly.

 “I couldn’t seem to get the clasp to connect.”

Silvio clicked his tongue in annoyance, leaning to grab the necklace before deftly sliding it around my neck and clasping it.

“Let’s go.” He growled, grabbing onto my hand, pulling me out into the hallway with him.

As we made our way down to the party, I couldn’t help but think of how my skin had heated as his fingers brushed across the thin skin of my neck.

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The night went nothing like how I thought it would.

Silvio kept me by his side the entire night, seemingly encouraging his fellow ‘businessmen’ to gawk and comment on my appearance, or at least he did nothing to stop them. I knew my face was painted red the entire evening, each lewd comment causing me to blush even harder.

I don’t even know when or how Silvio managed to get the intel he was looking for during the party, he never seemed to do anything to direct the conversation, and nothing I heard seemed to be of any value.

Oddly enough, as the night progressed, Silvio seemed to grow more possessive of me.  By midnight, he had started keeping his arm around my waist, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the contact.

I swear I’m supposed to hate you… You’re keeping me locked up after all.

I kept telling myself all of the reasons why I couldn’t stand Silvio, but I still couldn’t stop the butterflies in my stomach from fluttering every time he flashed his bright smile or let out a laugh.

I felt his fingers slide down to my hip and dig softly into the flesh there, causing me to sharply inhale.

I need to calm down… I need to get away from you… you and your stupid, gorgeous face.

“Mr. Ricci, would I be able to go out to the balcony? It’s getting a bit warm in here under the lights…”

I tried to sound sweet and submissive, hoping that playing at being demure would get him to acknowledge my request.

Silvio gave me a quick glance. Noticing how red my face was, he let out a bark of laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, we can go outside for a second. Excuse us, please, gentlemen.”

He reached down and grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd of people out onto a covered balcony.

The cool night air felt like heaven on my skin, my tension and embarrassment quickly fading as the calm darkness surrounded me.

I tried to pull my hand away and keep walking, but Silvio’s grip only tightened.

“You can let go now.”

“I know.”

I turned to him in shock as he began to pull me over to the far side of the space.

“What exactly are you doing?” I breathed as he backed behind a decorative pillar. I brought my free hand up to his chest, ready to push him away if he got too close.

I could feel the toned muscles underneath the white button up, and beyond that, I could feel his heart racing.

“I can’t stand you; you know that?” He whispered, dropping his gaze to my lips.

My face heated anew as his face grew closer to mine.

“M…Mr. Ricci?” I muttered, putting some force behind my palm resting on his chest.

“God, quit calling me that…” He groaned, closing his eyes. I swore I could see his face flushing too. “Say my name…please…”

I almost missed the soft request as it fell from his lips, but his words still managed to catch my breath.

“Um… okay… Silvio” I murmured hesitantly. I felt his grip on my hand tighten in response.

My head began to grow fuzzy as his scent enveloped me and his body came impossibly close to mine. I couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath, which in turn caused Silvio to inhale sharply.

“Are you enjoying this…?” He asked, bringing his other hand up to clasp the hand resting on his chest. His face drew even closer to mine and I quickly shut my eyes to attempt to calm my fluttering heart

Yes!

“Of course, not…” I lied, turning my head so that the warmth of his breath would stop ghosting over my lips.

“Are you sure?” He asked, releasing one of my hands to once again tilt my chin to face him.

The amusement in his eyes at my denial was nearly clouded over with a look of dark desire.

“I-I’m sure…” I murmured.

Dammit, why can’t I bring myself to get away from him? I know there’s no reason for me to feel anything for this man, but I can’t seem to stop my body from responding to him.

“You’re lying.”

Suddenly I felt his lips crash against mine, urgently kneading against the soft flesh. I felt all sense of reason leave my body as I melted into his kiss. I couldn’t help myself as my own lips became more demanding, my tongue darting out to brush against his lower lip.

I heard a soft groan as his own tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring every inch of it.

I felt the rest of his body press me against the wall gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Why do you have to taste so sweet…” Silvio muttered against my lips, his other hand releasing mine as he twined his fingers in my hair. I was unable to stifle a soft whimper as his grip tightened, causing a delicious pain in my scalp.

He shifted his position, tilting me slightly and causing me to reflexively grab onto his arms to steady myself.

Why is he doing this? Why don’t I want him to stop?

The wet sounds of our mouths seemed to echo off of the stone walls around us, causing me to grow even more hot.

“Silvio…” I whispered between kisses, trying desperately to swim back to the surface from the depths of desire I was drowning in.

He stilled at the sound of his name, pulling his head back to look at my eyes.

The intensity of his cerulean eyes sent a shudder through me. Our ragged breathing filled the air, neither of us daring to move. Time passed slowly and eventually we were able to calm ourselves enough to talk.

“What do you want from me?” I asked softly. I tried to force my voice to hold more intention as I added, “I thought I was nothing more than property to you…”

“Damn you and your smart mouth.” He growled, pressing a chaste kiss against my mouth to cut me off.

“You mess with my head… so bad… I’ve wanted to kiss you since I laid eyes on you…” He admitted, leaning his forehead against mine.

Wait…what?

Silvio’s hands dropped from my hair and he slowly backed away.

“I…. I don’t know why… I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.” He muttered, his face twisting in confusion.

“There’s no way that’s true…” I finally breathed. “You’re keeping me locked up here after all…”

“I never locked the door.”

“What?”

“Last night, when I left your room, I never locked the door. Hell, I never authorized them to lock you up in the first place, that was my brother’s idea. He was the one who accepted you in place of your father’s debt and decided it would be funny to ‘surprise’ me with you.” He finally explained.

“Once I saw you and you opened your damn mouth, I decided to play along with the captive thing… and then the way you responded to my touch…”

Silvio turned away, resting his hands along the railing of the balcony, dropping his head. “You coulda left whenever you wanted to… you’re free to go now, no one’s gonna stop you.”

I was shocked, the man standing before me was nothing like the Silvio I had experienced before. The haughty, aloof persona that he had been showing me all day had vanished and instead I was seeing someone completely different.

“You’re really serious… aren’t you?” I started.

“Yeah, I am. So go ahead and go.” He retorted, not bothering to turn as he waved his hand in the direction of the door.

“But what about my father’s debt…”

“Lady, are you stupid? Are you trying to talk me out of letting you go?” He snapped, spinning to face me. “If you want to leave, leave now… otherwise I’m not going to hold back from touching you more.” I thought I caught a trace of pain cross his face before being replaced with an angry looking scowl.

I walked forward, coming to a stop just short of Silvio’s figure.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Silvio let out an exasperated sigh.

“Obviously I don’t… but I’m not gonna force you to stay.” He retorted.

My heart began to beat faster. I felt my body beginning to grow warm again as I closed the distance between us and brought my face close to his.

I might regret this, but I really don’t want to fight my attraction anymore…

“Maybe I don’t really want to leave either… There’s something about you that makes me crazy too, and honestly I want to see where this will go…” I whispered, keeping my eyes trained on his.

A deep growl preceded the feeling of his lips colliding with mine. He aggressively thrust his tongue into my mouth, drawing a soft moan from the back of my throat. Silvio jerked back and shook his head. His eyes were blazing with desire.

“You gotta learn to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut… you’re giving me ideas and I’m barely hanging on to my sanity right now.” Silvio’s strained voice seemed to be deeper and lustier than before.

“What sort of ideas?”

I could sense that question caused the last thread to snap and Silvio pulled me into his arms, lifting me into a princess carry and bringing me inside the building.

I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of what was going through his mind.

Tonight is going to be fun…

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Epilogue: Reader's POV Silvio's POV

[morning-softness]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @crit20lesbian for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Eighteen

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

166,316 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Magnus Archives

4. What are your top five fics by kudos

Netflix and Chill- (TMA, JonTim, 3k, Precanon) Tim and Jon watch Netflix and chill. They do not have sex.

Love, Or Whatever You Call It - (TMA, JonMartin, 20.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) After Jonah's ritual fails, severing Jon's connection to the Beholding, Jon and Martin try to put the pieces of their lives back together. Adjusting to normal life again after everything is hard, and exploring their new relationship is even harder, especially as Martin realizes he might be aro-spec.

Archive Shenanigans - (TMA, Gen fic, 1k, Season 1) All the assistants are the hot assistant, or Tim says Hot Martin Rights and Hot Sasha Rights and even Hot Jon Rights.

Are You Calling Me ‘Darling’? - (TMA, JonMartin, 2.5k, No Age of the Beholding AU) Jon likes it when people call Martin his boyfriend. Martin…doesn’t.

Here Might You Bless Me - (TMA, JonMartin, 4k, Safehouse Era fic) Martin’s changed after Jon pulls him out of The Lonely, and he’s sure that Jon won’t want to stick around once he figures that out. After all, it turns out Jon has a lot of love to give, and who would want to waste their love on someone who can’t return it? Jon convinces him he’s not going anywhere.

Note: Most of these fics are in my top 6 for hits as well as kudos, but I was really surprised to see Archive Shenanigans make the list. It was the first TMA fic I published, 1k of pure unpolished fluff and comedy, but for whatever reason it has a much higher kudos to hits ratio compared to my more-read fic.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to respond to them, because I want people to know that I read and treasure all of their comments. Sometimes it takes a while though, because I want to give a thoughtful response.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Can’t Have You, Even As An Enemy. It’s a fic where Jon and Tim share a hotel room on the eve of the Unknowing, and talk about (or mostly talk around) their issues. The angst is that it’s written with the intention of being canon compliant, which means that Tim will still die in the explosion, and the best that can be hoped for is that this conversation will give Jon a bit more closure.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write mainly hurt/comfort, so most of my fic has a happy—or at least hopeful—ending. The happiest might be Can’t We Just Wait Together? (Or Five Times Jon and Tim Didn’t Have a First Date, and One Time They Did), since it’s a 5+1 fic where the final chapter is entirely fluff of Jon and Tim going on a date together.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No. I have comment moderation on just in case, though.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Not yet, anyway. Funnily enough, my fic with the highest number of kudos is about Jon and Tim not having sex.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. The closest might be Listen to the Voice that Told Me where I borrowed the obedience curse mechanics from the book Ella Enchanted, but it’s not really a crossover of the world or characters.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I do have a few that were podficced, though.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I tried, but we only got one chapter in before life got in the way. Maybe someday…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Jon and Martin, followed by Jon and Tim.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a Melanie-pov AU where she joins the Archives in Season 2 after she realizes something is wrong with Sasha. I wanted to write it as a choose-your-path style story, because I think it’s easy in hindsight to say decisions characters made were wrong, but a lot harder to decide what the right decision would have been, so I wanted to explore a lot of different ways the characters could have messed up with Melanie added to the mix (and maybe a few ways things could have worked out better). I don’t want to say it will never happen, but it’s a big and complicated project so it definitely won’t happen anytime soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve had several comments from readers attesting that I’m good at conveying emotion—particularly negative emotions—in a way that feels real and relatable. I’ve also been told that I do a good job portraying character dynamics.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My biggest problem is that since my writing is really emotions-based, once I’ve hit the emotional high points, it’s no longer interesting to me. Which means with longer fic it’s a struggle for me to actually continue through the falling action to the denouement instead of just stopping right after the climax. (I’ve had two getting-together fics now where I initially wanted to end right after the love-confession scene and had to be convinced by my Beta reader that readers would probably want to see at least a scene or two of the characters actually being together now.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I usually don’t. I definitely think it can add another layer to characterization, so I’d like to where it makes sense for the characters, but I think it needs to be done carefully so that 1. The dialogue sounds natural for native speakers of the language and 2. People who don’t speak the language can grasp the overall meaning of the exchange through context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Magnus Archives

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Since I’d like to think my writing skill is consistently improving, my favorite fic is always whichever I’ve most recently completed. That said, I have a soft spot for Here Might You Bless Me, which made the Top 5 Kudos list above. It’s a JonMartin safehouse fic I wrote back in December 2020, where Jon reassures Martin that he is loved even if he can’t return the feeling in the same way. (And Jon uses one of my favorite Edna St. Vincent Millay poems to do so, because I wrote this before I got to Episode 165 and found out that Jon apparently disliked poetry in general, and not just Keats.)

Tagging @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat, @rookfeatherrambles, @chrisis-averted, @wordsintimeandspace, @suttttton, if you’d like!

[withleeknow]

LOL I think I entered the ticketmaster queue ~65k?? and there were nosebleed tickets for £90 but idk, my heart wasn't really in it for some reason:/ so that was a sign to let the tickets go for a stay who would really want it:') tbh since coming back from madrid I've taken a bit of a backseat with all my bgs (I still love them dearly, I just haven't been in the full-on-stan content mode) - which tour stop are you going to??! I'll be there in spirit

dudeee WWH + WENDY?? that's a powerhouse of vocals I was not expecting for this album and I've tried to not let his tiny-ass waist get to me but - as a surprise to no-one - has us on a chokehold 🫠

ohh I hope you're feeling better now! ♡ (did you end up getting 🦌 ver. of the album? 👀)

for enha youtube recs: if you haven't already seen heesung being the “loser in a hot body” trope in soobin's my fave's fave (warning: they're both looking extra fine in this one) + same trope but make it ot7 sports day: tinyurl.com/25b7rjf7 + more recently they've done food variety appearances: tinyurl.com/yc4ey7as (jake w/ his long hair in this 🫠) + as an nct-monsta x girlie, this one has a special place in my heart: tinyurl.com/3bkt83jy (skip 10mins in for this one)

I'm still not over that mama collab stage - that lineup was truly made for us ♡ - but the best part was everyone's maternal instincts kicking in for taehyung's reaction to their performance: vm.tiktok.com/ZGdh9oxJB/ 🥺🥺

sorry this is a monster of an ask but had to send what might be the most unhinged video I've shared with you to date: tinyurl.com/mt6x93bm this made me go borderline feral idc which jay you have as a potential cameo you know whatever you write will make my brain explode <3

me and my friends were in 7 queues in total and only had one decent queue number (4k) lol, but thankfully it was the queue for our most preferred tour stop. i'm seeing them in amsterdam !! i don't even wanna think about all the miffy stuff i'll be bringing back from that trip. i hope enha's gonna tour europe in the future and if so mayhaps a 🍙 x 🌱 concert experience if it's in the cards? 🥹

i did end up getting a 🦌 album bc i have no self control. look at double 🦌 😭 !! the left one is a duplicate bc i already pulled that from one of my other albums lol but it's still within the confines of the microwave line 😭 what is this red string

ahhh ty for the recs !! heeseung's ramyeon ep was actually the first ep of soobin's show that i watched. erhm. i was looking extra hard that ep. at both of them. soobin in a white tee and messy hair, uhm,... and then 🦌's hair, and lethal face card, and his insane obsession with ramyeon. uh. yeah... the microwave has been working overtime

an excited babie :((( and the fond smiles he got from everyone :((( that's adorable omg. but that video reminds me... i might be looking at some bnd peeps, just a little bit. but they're all so very young so i might adopt them as my new children lmao

uh yeah hello ending the ask with this was absolutely foul. the eyes and the arms 🫥 eating my own fist and whatnot. i need him to stop bc the hype 23 curse isn't even upon him yet ??? what's gonna happen then ???

[jamneuromain]

Creative Writing

Andy Barber x Reader (You)

Warning: Professor-Student relationship (possibly?), College AU, a lot of curses. A bit enemy to friends(?)lovers(?) vibe

W/C: ~4k

Summary: based on this prompt

A/N: dividers are from @firefly-graphics, and I spend another couple of hours on fanfic instead of my deadlines, yay!

Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Week 1

Three minutes into the class, you feel like not only you are listening to complete nonsense, but also you disagree with each and every word that comes out of your professor, who is currently standing on the podium, criticizing the shit out of your favorite author.

You regret selecting Creative Writing just because it sounds fun. Although you have been fairly warned by seniors, who took this class last year, Professor Andy Barber who taught Creative Writing runs his class with a tight fist, and of course, not kind with his comments and his marking. Not only does he want the “best” answer from students in class, but also ask everyone in the class to address him as “sir” or “Professor”.

Though he is fairly hot, as the seniors have warned you, with the trimmed beard and occasionally slipped-out Bostonian accent, with the suit and shirt and tie.

To be honest with yourself, you have been writing fanfic and whatnot for over five years, and you hoped that you could learn something from this class to improve your writing. And you love writing. If anything, this awful Professor Barber just gave you more reason to stay, because you want his approval, even if it would only be demonstrated via your grades.

You are not a quitter.

“Now speaking of a writing example that I highly recommend; this is a work I recently come across. Twenty thousand e-copies have been sold so far, now that’s a pretty good number for an author. I don’t expect you to read it thoroughly after class, but the writing style and the balance between story-telling and own reflections of the main characters are something that you should learn from.” Professor Barber takes off his glasses, twirling the frame between his fingers, hitting the button that would let the computer display the next slide.

You huff. You seriously doubt he would present anything barely readable to actual humans. Considering his comments on your favorite book, you take a rough guess that the only thing he will recommend is ancient European Lit.

Except ancient European Lit wouldn’t be in creative writing class.

You lift your head from your iPad, and you widen your eyes, unable to contain the astonishment on your face. Your jaw slams on the table – if it could, while in reality, you press your palm to your mouth, crushing your cheekbones so hard, that you feel your jaw will disconnect the next second.

Your mind blank, unable to come up with any thoughts. Apart from “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING”. In all caps.

On the slide, there is one picture, cropped out from a chapter online. Two paragraphs on the picture, the first describes the action and the verbal communication of two characters; the second describes the mental activity of one character. Below the picture, there is a bracket that contains the source of this snapshot.

The bracket and what’s in it catch your eyes, before the picture.

Well, if it isn’t your damn penname from 9th grade staring right at you in the face.

(A.  Vulpecula, 2020)

Your dumb idiot self wanted something unique and stand out among all the writers in the world. You were, unfortunately, in your Harry Potter phase, and wouldn’t it be a brilliant idea to pick your penname out of constellations, just like a lot of Slytherins?

You ponder what on earth have you written in 2020, raising your head to read your own writing.

Shit, at least it wasn’t your College AU.

This piece is a long story about a witch and a demon. The paragraphs he cropped out happened to be where the witch and the demon didn’t know each other’s true identity.

Your face is burning. You don’t know if you are humiliated by reading your own fanfic in your fucking college class, or if you are gloating because the man who criticized your favorite author thinks your writing is exceptional.

Yes, that “thing” on the screen started out as fanfic.

You also don’t know whether you want to quit this class right this second or stay to hear his opinion on your work.

Or if there’s any value in his comments at all.

Your humiliation doesn’t stop there.

Oh no, it gets way worse.

At least ten slides are focused on your witch/demon au. Barber actually likes your concept of a magical world. He goes on to explain the importance of details, which runs along your story, complimenting how your designs fit perfectly into your story and your characters.

You are flattered, you guess?

But also extremely awkward when he pulls more examples from your fanfic to illustrate his idea.

“Alright, for the upcoming three weeks, we are going to look into more stories. Here is the reference reading, remember to take notes. If you want to, send me a short story or a few paragraphs you have written via email before Wednesday, no more than 500 words, and I’ll see you here next week.”

Before you even notice, the class is over. You, however, are still shocked over the fact that your mean professor likes your work.

You grab your iPad and your bag slowly, scoffing as a bunch of girls swarm up to the podium and giggling, asking Professor Barber for his contact information.

“My email address is in the course handbook, so are the office hours. If you have questions, send an email or make an appointment prior.” He nods them off coldly, though this does not discourage the girls from swooning over his broad shoulders and back under his navy-blue suit.

Your barely-friend sighs, jumping off the podium, obviously displeased by Barber’s cold demeanor. She counts as a “barely friend” because she’s just as active in class as you. Though you sometimes don’t like the way she disregards the lecturer and whisper-yell in your ear when she doesn’t understand.

She pouts: “Can’t get a hold of him.”

“You can always book an appointment for his office hour.” You swing your bag over your shoulder, shrugging, “seniors said he was harsh. I wouldn’t recommend you ‘contact’ him too much.”

“Can’t hurt to try.”

“True.” You wave your hand as a goodbye, leaving the lecture room and a bunch of disappointed girls.

Week 2

On second thought, you should have quitted this class.

Because then you wouldn’t be listening to this ridiculous remark about description over characters.

“I’m just going to let you sit on it for a minute.” Professor Barber pauses his lecture, “think about why Vulpecula describes the man’s blue eyes and red flannel.”

Then there’s silence in the room.

Knowing how easily he gets disappointed, you are not surprised.

Barber wants the “answer”, the best one, the correct one. Well, shocker that students don’t know what he has in mind.

However, in your opinion, which is: For Christ’s sake, the celebrity, Chris Evans, on whom you are basing this fanfic, has a red flannel.

What else are you going to write? Him wearing a suit being a lumberjack? In the middle of nowhere? In a fucking forest?

“What do you think?” Your barely-friend whisper-yells to your ear. Sitting in the front row, she probably makes herself heard for Professor Barber.

You lean away from her, toying with the hem of your sweatshirt, whispering back: “No idea. I’d probably say brings out the characteristics and stuff like tha-”

“Is there something interesting you’d like to share with the class, Miss …?”

Professor Barber lands his piercing sharp gaze on the two of you. Your friend ducks her head to read on her laptop. While you spare a glance at her, you silently spew a curse in your mind.

“Well, Miss…? What do you want to share with the class?”

Great. Now his gaze lands solemnly on you.

You state your name, most unwillingly, and usher out the only reasonable response you can think of: “… because the character the author is basing on has blue eyes and red flannel?”

He repeats your name, “I’d like you to address me as Professor, or Sir. Anybody else?”

He didn’t even say if your theory was interesting, needs work, or some other commentary, which he normally does, trying to inspire thinking and criticality. Like that’s going to work with his tight fist.

You roll your eyes out loud.

“I think red flannel brings out the main character’s – Christopher’s -warm and welcoming character. Red symbols the feeling of fire and warmth, and it’s only plausible that he’s wearing that color, Professor.” Your barely-friend fake coughs, then chirps “her” answer with great confidence.

Professor Barber nods, humming with approval, “very well, you are on the right track. Anybody else?”

Yeah, like anybody is going to know better than you, the author, about how and why you choose to describe his red flannel.

You begin to ponder the question, how is it possible that people interpret too much into the text they are reading? How much people are reading these days are actually the thoughts of critics instead of the authors?

But you are not standing up and revealing that you are A. Vulpecula.

Maybe in your next life but not now.

However, seeing the shocked expression on Barber’s face would be worthwhile.

You can almost imagine how his red lips form an “O” and he stutters due to the bomb you deliberately drop in front of him.

You bite your lips from smiling, too indulged in your imagination to notice Barber glaring at you a couple of times.

“Just a quick reminder that I wouldn’t be looking into more works that are submitted after today. If you want a little feedback on what you have written, send me an email before 12 o’clock midnight. Again, this is not compulsory, it wouldn’t affect your marking, think of it as a fun exercise.” Professor Barber announces once more, shutting off the projector, “we will discuss the coursework for this week next time. Class dismissed.”

Students take their belonging and move slowly toward the exit. You are sitting in the middle of the front row, which means, you are going to be stuck here for a while. A few girls go to the podium to ask questions, which you tune out completely when their questions become giggles.

You are scrolling through your phone when someone calls you by your last name.

Surprise, surprise, it’s Andy Fucking Barber.

“Yes?” You put your phone away, confused as to why he is talking to you.

“Yes, Professor. And I would expect you to pay more attention in class,” his blue eyes feel like ice, numbing your body inch by inch, “that’s all.”

Mother – Fucking - Idiot dickhead - Thickest skull in the fucking galaxy - Every curse word inside your head is cut off by one another, tangling together because none of them is able to describe your fury.

How dares he?

You were paying attention to class compared to at least two-thirds of the students present here. Focus on the word “present”, because you are fairly certain some of them skip this class because Andy Shithead Barber is too harsh.

So what you didn’t provide the answer he had in mind? And the answer he liked was not even close to your thoughts when you wrote that chapter.

You are fuming. You grab your bag and go to the library, sit there for the next two hours, and post a chapter on your Tumblr account about a love story between two vampires.

Your anger blend into your motivation to write. You wrote four thousand words in two hours, which is a record.

Yeah, you will show Mr. Professor Sir your “attention to the class”, see if he likes it next week.

Week 3

You are sure this would be the death of you.

He sent you an email two days prior, asking you whether you have time to discuss your piece of writing in his office, right after his class.

Of course, you RSVP-ed yes, but you have completely no idea why he wanted to talk to you, while other students have already received their feedback.

“OOOOOhhhhhhh, he said I am creative, but my descriptions are a little too detailed.” Your barely-friend squeaks dramatically, earning herself a silent eye-roll from you.

You can’t think of any reason that could explain his email. You wrote as yourself, you have given him a piece of your ongoing work, which was about two vampires. You are satisfied with your work. He could have just written feedback and sent it to you, even if he didn’t like your writing. What could possibly be the problem here?

Professor Barber takes off his suit jacket, rolling his shirt sleeves to his elbow, his calm voice circles the classroom, “coursework from last week, anyone has any idea about why the author wrote ‘There are two trees in the yard. One is a jujube tree. The other is also a jujube tree’?”

You turn to the page of your notes, not looking up at him, “because that’s exactly what the author sees when he looks out of his house?”

As if it couldn’t have been worse, with an extra reminder for you to call him “Professor”, his cold blue eyes glide over you, commenting on your answers to his questions that your ways of thinking and dissecting texts are “far from those of an author”.

His words, not yours.

At this point, you don’t even bother listening to his comments, instead, you start writing on your iPad.

Might as well use the time to do something at least meaningful.

“Did you make an appointment with him before, like during office hours?” When the class is over, you ask your barely-friend in a low voice.

“No.” She shakes her head, a smirk on her face, “I’m trying my best not to get on his bad side. Why? Why’d you ask?”

Like you were trying to. You get on his bad side so very easily. You grunt a “nothing”, waiting for Barber to finish packing his things.

“Okay, see ya!”

Your barely-friend slips out of the room.

You highly doubt if Barber wants you in his office because he would like to give you a compliment.

Andy Barber calls your name to snap you out of your mind. He has shrugged on his suit jacket, his lecture notes in hand, “shall we?”

At least his office is in this building so you don’t have to endure the long and awkward silence when you are walking.

You follow him into his office.

His office is a small room. Three desks are put together, taking up most of the space. His desk is by the window, equipped with computers and office supplies, while he points at the empty desk near the door, “please, have a seat.”

He drags his chair over to sit on the same side of the same desk as you. He sighs, taking off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. Finally, he puts on his glasses again, rubbing his bearded chin, “do you know why you are here?”

“The homework of 500 words …?” You chew on your lower lip, hesitant to give him the answer.

“It’s Professor or Sir. And yes.” He sits straight on his chair, his blue eyes staring into you, his voice sterner than ever, “and?”

You let out a long breath, gathering enough courage to say what you have always wanted to say in the last three weeks, “to be honest, I have completely not the slightest clue what you want me to say.” You pause, then add a word for good measure, “Sir.”

He sighs again, taking a moment to organize his words, “the reason you are here today is that I want to talk to you about academic malpractice. Now it might not be stressed enough in your past studies, but the university takes academic malpractice very seriously.” He slows down as if trying to imprint you with each and every word he says.

Your brows furrow: “And how does that have to do with…”

He is NOT implying what you think he means, right?

He is NOT implying that you copied someone’s work, right?

Or you let someone copy your work?

“I don’t understand what you mean.” You cross your arms, almost defensive, looking back at him in disbelief, “I can guarantee there’s no academic malpractice.”

Pause.

Oh right, you nearly forget, “Sir.”

“I’m gonna cut to the chase here.” Sir Professor Andy Barber pulls over his own laptop, turning it toward you so that you can clearly see the content on his screen, “the document on the left is your work, the one on the right is a chapter of A. Vulpecula’s stories.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms too, allowing what he said to sink in, “can you see the similarity?”

Um.

Okay.

You did not expect this. Not one bit.

Of course, what he shows you are two identical snippets.

But since when is “presenting something that you have personally written” a crime?

You cannot hide the amusement on your face. No matter how hard you try to suppress your grin, it just keeps getting wider and wider.

“I know that it’s only homework, a practice at writing, if you will,” he gestures at the screen, unaware of your grin at first, “it won’t be reported to the university, but I strongly suggest you, not to copy other’s work just because you would like to impress your lecturer.”

He stops talking when he sees your expression, which must be a mix of half-laugh and holding back, though none of the above successful.

“I’m sorry, is there something funny?”

His voice ice-cold, clearly not pleased with your reaction, your behavior, and you as a human being.

Yeah, you can tell he is pissed.

“No, nothing,” you nearly snort out because of suppressing your laugh, “please, continue.”

“No. Indulge me.” He purses his lips into a thin line, blue eyes so sharp that they could pierce your skin.

Silence.

You thought about letting the misunderstanding of “academic malpractice” grow, but if there’s one thing you simply could not abandon, it would be your academic integrity.

You cross your legs, loosening your arms, “I just … I find it funny because I submitted my own work.”

You wait for your words to sink in.

Barber shakes his head in disappointment, “academic malpractice is what -”

“I have submitted my own work.” You cut him off, “I am A. Vulpecula.”

You really don’t mind beating the information into his thick skull.

But, alas, battery & assault is a crime here.

You pull out your iPad, opening the folder of manuscripts. Clicking on the vampire AU, you show him your own manuscript and what you have written in the past hours.

“I can post this chapter early to prove my point, if you like.” You lay your iPad in front of him, leaning back in your chair, “anything else, Professor?”

More silence.

“No. Nothing.” His mouth slightly agape, not entirely what you had in mind, but close enough, “thank you for coming by.”

“No worries.” You pack your things, heading to the door. “For the record,” you turn on your heels before stepping out of his office, “week 2, the discussion about the red flannel?”

“Yes?” He raises his head.

“That was really because Chris Evans has a red flannel, Sir.” You look at him one more time, then lower your eyes, “goodbye, sir.”

Two months later, you are celebrating with your friends in a pub, that the finals are over.

Your real friends, not your barely-friends.

“Phew! Tell me about what you wrote for your Creative Writing!” Your friend fans her tongue for having swallowed a shot, nudging you to tell them more about your major and your classes.

You down your shot in one gulp, wincing due to the burn in your throat, “well, I did learn my lesson. I wrote a new piece, about a cheesy princess-bodyguard romance.”

Your friends don’t know about the full story. You altered the details a little, not telling them about you being a part-time some-what-famous writer, but enough for them to understand your situation.

“We also had this ridiculous lecturer, a skinny guy, who keeps asking you why about everything and every question-” Your friend rambles about her life story, with a round of “No way” “No shit” “What???”.

“I’m gonna need drinks, not shots.” Another one of your friends stands up, dragging you along with her to get drinks, only for her to dump you at the bar while she hurries to the bathroom.

You wait for the bartender, slightly bored.

“Hey,” your first name was called, a slight tap on your shoulder having you turn around. Andy Barber is standing in front of you. He is wearing a casual shirt without ties, and denim from the waist down. With a beer in hand, he smiles at you, “fancy meeting you here.”

“Likewise,” you nod curtly, “Sir.”

He waves his hand as if it was nothing, “please, no need for that, Sir or… just no.” He smiles nearly apologetically, “I never get the chance to say I enjoy your writing. I’m sorry for discouraging you in class. You are an exceptional writer.”

This takes you by surprise.

“Oh! Okay…? Thanks?” You twist your fingers together, unable to think of anything that could respond to him, “I’m … flattered?”

“Please, if anyone is flattered, it’s me. I am very glad to meet an author I appreciate.” He extends your hand for you to shake. You shake his hands lightly, engulfed in his large and warm hand for a second.

The friend who abandoned you for bathroom slings an arm around your shoulders, although she can barely walk straight, “oooohhhhhh, I think he’s cute!” She yells in your ear, giggling, “you should sleep with him!”

You are pretty sure Professor Barber heard that.

He looks flustered, his neck a shade redder than before, mumbling, “I suppose I’ll leave you with your friends.”

Speaking of your friend, she disappeared – more like dashed - to your table with your drinks, yelling to your other friends about how you are “getting laaaaaaaaid” tonight.

“There goes my ‘said’ friend.” You chuckle, “it’s nice seeing you, Professor.”

Barber lowers his eyes before looking into yours, his blue eyes sparkling with joy, “please, I’m not teaching you anymore. Call me Andy.”

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 9

Word Count: 9,670

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, Pregnancy, Smut, NSFW (18+ readers only)

Notes: Well here it is the final chapter of this series. Even if I lost 4K words when I was editing. That’s why it took so long. I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I did. I can’t believe that it’s over 53K total! I just want to thank everyone who took time out and read any part of this story. You are all the best and I love you all!! So with that. These two were finally on the right path when we left them. Did it stay that way? Let’s find out.  As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

Some days you just couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be married to Jacob. Sure, things had got off on a rocky start, but now, here you were eight months into both your marriage and your pregnancy and your life was pure bliss. Though had someone asked your husband that, he may have not agreed with you at the moment.

 “Babe, you need to put that washer on before you screw in that nut.”

 “I know, prinsessa,” he huffed back, however, he still put the screw into the crib without the washer on it.

 “Jacob, the washer?” He blew out a frustrated breath, taking the bolt back out to put the washer on as you told him not even a minute ago. “If you’d just let me help.” He’d insisted that he was going to be the one to put your daughter’s crib together. At the rate he was going though, you should’ve started a couple months ago.

 “You’re eight months pregnant, (Y/N). There is no way that I’m letting you do manual labor. What if you hurt yourself or worse our little honeydew in there?”

 “You know we’re really going to have to come up with a name for her. We can’t call her the name of fruits, the rest of her life. Besides what happens when she gets bigger than a watermelon?”

 Jacob chuckled as he tightened the nut, then moved on to the next one. “What about Beatrice?”

 “Reminds me too much of that movie, Divergent. Her parents weren’t great in that were they?” It was a rhetorical question, so you just kept going. “What about Olivia?”

 “Boring. Everyone names their little girl Olivia anymore.” He had a point, there was a reason that the name had been on the popular girls' list for a number of years. “Elsa is really popular in Sweden.”

 “And have everyone sing ‘Let it Go’ every time they say her name.”

 “Fair point.” He went back to putting that crib together. “Knulla!” Jacob cursed dropping the f-bomb in his native tongue.”

 “What? Are you hurt?”

 “No, but I can’t get that damn song out of my head.” You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

 “So, Anna is out then as well.”

 “Oh my god, no we are not naming her that either.” One side of the crib was completely put together and he leaned it up against the wall, moving onto the next. This time putting the washers on the screws before starting. “We can just name her fruit salad, that way it covers all the names we’ve called her.”

 “Absolutely not. We’re not going to be one of those couples that name their child after obscure things, like Coco or Cardboard.”

 A bark of laughter was your answer from Jacob. “Well, hopefully, once we see her, it will just come to us. You know sometimes when you look at someone the name just fits.”

 “I hope so, or our child may end up being Fruit Salad Markstrom. It doesn’t have a very nice ring to it.”

 “No, no it doesn’t.”

 While Jacob continued to work on the crib, you got up and wandered into the office. Pulling out the folder you wanted, you headed back to your husband. “Speaking of names.” He turned giving you his full attention. “I was wondering how you’d feel if I legally changed mine.” Inside the folder, there were numerous documents, driver’s license, passports, bills, all of which had to be changed. You just wanted Jacob’s ok before making it official. The moment you decided to stay married to Jacob, you weren’t one hundred percent sure you wanted to ever change your name. Now, you saw no reason to keep your old one. You wanted the world to know that you were his and that he in turn was yours.

 “I’d be thrilled if you changed it to Markstrom, but are you sure prinsessa?” He abandoned the crib and moved to set on the sofa with you. “I know you how much your independence means.”

 He had taken your hands in his, and you felt him idly playing with your wedding rings. “It was, or is, but you’ve proven I can still have that while being your wife, and that’s not going to change no matter what my last name is. But more importantly, I want us to be a family; you, me, and fruit salad. I’m proud of who you are Jacob and proud of this family. I want to be an official part of it.”

 “You’ve always been an official part of it. There’s no family without you, prinsessa. But nothing would make me happier than you officially being Mrs. Markstrom.” His lips found yours. The kiss sweet as you melted into him.

 “Well, then I guess I need to get this started. At least it will give me something to do while you finish that crib over there.”

 His lips started to trail down your neck and collarbone. “I think we need a little break. Don’t you?” He took the folder and placed it back on the coffee table, then gently laid you down on the couch. It was several hours before Jacob finished the crib. He even went so far as to get inside and prove to you that if it was strong enough to hold him, it would surely hold your baby.

 ***

 As the last couple of weeks of your pregnancy went by, you still hadn’t come up with a name for your baby girl. What did make itself know was your daughter inside you. Your back ached and it felt like she was using your ribs for kickboxing practices at all hours of the day. You were so ready to have her out of you and in your arms instead of pressing on your bladder. The day she was due came and went though. According to the doctor she was in perfect position for you to deliver, yet she didn’t seem to want to make her arrival.

 Two days later, you were on the phone with Lena telling her how miserable you felt. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you whined.

 “Oh darling, I know exactly how you feel. Jacob was almost two weeks late. I tried every trick anyone would tell me to induce labor, but I swear only one thing worked.”

 Fourteen days seemed like an eternity. You waited for Jacob’s mom to say more, but couldn’t keep silent long. “Oh please tell me. I already made Jacob take me for a ride on the roughest road he could find. All that did was make me have to pee.”

 Lena giggled, but if she had only seen you begging Jacob to pull off of the road so that you could relieve yourself, she would’ve laughed even harder. “Oh, you poor thing. I remember it all too well.” Her laughter died down, and she spoke in a softer tone. “Now, I hope you don’t mind me asking this but have you and Jacob…” she trailed off, leaving you guessing as to what she meant. “You know…are you still…intimate?”

 “Oh!” The question made you pause for even though you’d grown very close to Lena; it wasn’t like you were telling her of your sex life with her son. “Well…not for the last week or so. Jacob was worried about me…” It dawned on you then what she meant, as Jacob was afraid that you’d go into labor. Now, that’s exactly what you wanted to happen.

 “Ah, so you see what I’m getting at.” You most certainly did. “Keep in mind I had trouble convincing Anders that it was a good idea, but it most definitely worked.”

 “Lena, you’re an angel.”

 “I’m not sure I’d call myself that.” You both chuckled. “Now, I’m going to let you go and hope that the next phone call I get, is you telling me that my granddaughter is here.”

 “I sure hope so.”

 “Love you, darling. Tell my son, I love him as well.”

 “Love you too and same to Anders.” You hung up, right as Jacob walked into the house after his workout. Normally, he would’ve headed back to Sweden by now, but with the baby being due, the two of you were staying in Vancouver. So, he was sticking to his normal routine.

 “I’m back, prinsessa,” He announced as if you hadn’t heard the garage door open. “How’s my baby doing?”

 “Well, if you mean your daughter, she’s still not ready to make her grand appearance yet.” You sighed rubbing your belly. “If you mean me, I’m extremely pregnant and uncomfortable.”

 Jacob dropped a kiss to your lips before sitting down beside you on the couch. “My poor prinsessa, apparently you’ve made it so nice in there our little watermelon doesn’t want to leave.”

 “Well, speaking of that…” Jacob’s eyes lifted up in query. “I was thinking maybe we could speed the process up a bit.” You let your fingers trail down his chest until they rested at his waistband. His raised eyebrows told you that he knew your intent, and you lifted yours in return along with a little smirk.

 Jacob stilled your hand though. “Prinsessa, I don’t think that we should. What if I hurt you or the baby?”

 “You’re not going to hurt either of us. I promise.”

 “But what if you go into labor?”

 “That’s the point, Jacob. I want to go into labor.” You could now see why Lena mentioned she had trouble convincing Anders. The look of concern on his face had you questioning whether or not you were going to be able to pull this off. Let’s face it, you knew that being nine months pregnant, wasn’t any man’s ideal temptation, though you had to admit that Jacob hadn’t seemed to mind your rounded belly. In fact, he always told you how sexy you looked, and up and until about two weeks ago, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Maybe if you used some of your feminine wiles, you could somehow tempt him, though at the moment you felt anything but sexy.

 You were somehow able to finagle your wrist free that Jacob had captured, though his grip was never that tight. This time instead of going to his waistband, you went straight for what you wanted. His cock. To say that you were surprised to find him semi-erect, was an understatement. Apparently, your husband did still find you sexy. “Please baby.” You stroked up the length of him, your touch causing him to get harder. “You know…once I have our little blueberry, there won’t be any of this for a while. Like six whole weeks.”

 Jacob groaned. He’d done the research and knew that your body needed time to heal. He wasn’t a cad, that couldn’t wait the six weeks that you needed, though he knew that time would prove difficult, for he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. When your thumb brushed back and forth over the tip of his cock, he was done for. He growled in frustration with himself, for wanting you so bad, before capturing your mouth. The kiss was rougher than he intended at first and he had to remind himself to be gentler with you, even though you craved his manhandling. “You win, prinsessa,” he finally managed to breathe out once he tore his lips from yours. “But swear to me, that if you feel even the slightest hint of pain, you’ll tell me.”

 “I swear,” was your hurried answer before he could change his mind. Jacob got up off the couch, then grabbed your hands to help you up. “We can just stay here.”

 “I’m not fucking my very pregnant wife on the sofa. We’re going upstairs.”

 “Yes, sir.” You stated in mock salute. Jacob shook his head, covering up his laughter as he led you up the stairs. It was definitely not the intimate little chase that the two of you had done so many times when you’d first moved in. Your body just didn’t move as fast these last couple of weeks, as your back was always aching, just as it was now. You’d just made it up the first few stairs when you felt this weird twinge. You told yourself it was nothing, but it stopped you for a moment and had Jacob looking back to make sure everything was ok. It passed quickly and so you went to take the next step. That’s when you felt it. It was sort of just an intense amount of pressure and then before you knew what was happening there was fluid leaking out of you uncontrollably. “Jacob,” you exclaimed and he quickly turned again. “I think my water just broke.” His eyes went from your face to the floor then back to your face again.

 “Oh my god.” Jacob’s face went white, for even though you both knew this moment was coming, it was still a bit shocking now that it was finally here. “Where’s your bag? We should call the doctor? I’ll go get the car.”

 “Slow down,” you coaxed, brushing your hand against his cheek. “Let’s see how far apart the contractions are before we start rushing. Besides, I need to clean this and myself up.”

 “But prinsessa…”

 “I’m fine, Jacob. Really. That was only my first contraction.” At least you thought it was your first. Your back had been hurting off and on all day, but you’d just chalked it up to carrying the baby. “Let’s just wait and see when the next one comes.” Heading back to the kitchen, you grabbed some paper towels to clean up the small mess on the floor. Jacob took them out of your hands before you could even attempt to stoop down.

 “I still think we should call the doctor.”

 “Fine. If it’ll make you feel better.” It couldn’t hurt to keep her informed. “Ouch.”

 “Was that another one?”

 “Yes,” you answered rubbing your overgrown belly.

 “That was less than five minutes, prinsessa.” He was already dialing the phone, as you headed upstairs to change. You weren’t sure how fast your labor would progress but you wanted to be prepared should you need to leave for the hospital right away. By the time you got out of your soiled clothes, another contraction hit. It definitely came on quicker than the last and lasted longer than the other one as well. You changed clothes as quickly as possible.

 Jacob came running up the stairs right as you were throwing on your shirt. “Are you having another one already?” You tried to mask the pain but nodded as the last twinges of it subsided. “The doctor said we should head in, with your water breaking, and the look on your face tells me we should’ve left a couple minutes ago.” Jacob ran into the closet and grabbed the bag of stuff you had packed as well as the diaper bag. “What are you doing, prinsessa? You should be downstairs by now.”

 “I just need a hair tie.”

 “Babe, you have at least six packed in this bag. Can you not use one of them?”

 You were already in the bathroom digging for the one you wanted. “Not the same, this one is my favo…ugh.” The rest of the word was lost as yet another contraction hit.

 “That’s it we’re leaving right now.” Jacob grabbed several hair ties and threw them in his pockets before taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom and down the stairs. “We are not having our daughter in this house.” He scolded, taking the stairs as quickly as possible.

 You were in the car and out of the driveway before the next contraction hit. It freaked Jacob out, even more than before and you felt the car speed up. He had to be going well over the speed limit, but you were not going to complain as it felt like your labor was going at the same pace as the car. As you hit a red light, you saw Jacob’s knee starting to bounce as his anxiety raised waiting for it to turn green. You reached over and threaded your fingers through his. “We got this, hun.”

 He squeezed your fingers back, right as the light turned green. “I should be reassuring you.” You chuckled lightly as the car continued on.

 It was exactly 11:24 when you entered the hospital. Jacob made his way to the registration desk, letting them know you were here. From there, things became a whirlwind. You were taken to a private room and hooked up to all kinds of monitors. Approximately thirty minutes later, they were telling you that you were in full active labor. Duh, you could’ve told them that, as your contractions seemed to be coming at a rapid-fire pace.

 “Aren’t first-time births supposed to take longer?” You inquired of the nurse that was checking the fetal monitor.

 “On average, yes, but everyone is different. Trust me most women would kill to be progressing this fast.”

 It wasn’t lost on you that just a couple hours ago you were begging for your daughter to be out of you, but now that the time had come you had to admit you were having second thoughts. “I don’t know if I’m ready.” It was a thought that had been echoing in your head the moment you hit the doorway to the hospital.

 “Oh, you’re definitely ready.” The nurse commented even though you hadn’t been talking to her. “I’ll be back with the doctor in a few minutes. If you need anything just ring the bell.”

 “What about the epidural?” She must have not heard you as she headed out the door. You turned to Jacob, who hadn’t left your side. “I don’t think I can do this Jacob.”

 “Sure you can, prinsessa.” His hand soothingly caressed your cheek, brushing back some stray hairs at the same time. “Everything will be fine.”

 “But what if I suck at this whole parenting thing….” Another contraction hit, and it felt like there was a vice grip on your uterus.

 “Just breathe.” Jacob mimicked what you’d both learned in child birthing class and you found yourself breathing with him through the pain. Once, you finally had it under control, Jacob continued. “You’re going to be the best mom ever prinsessa. Our little girl is going to be lucky to have you.”

 You smiled weakly, hoping that he was right. “Well, at least she’ll have the most amazing dad.” Jacob leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, right before the nurse came back in.

 “Ok, looks like you’ve got another one coming (Y/N).” She informed you as she checked the monitor. You’d barely caught your breath from the last one, but you prepared yourself for the next as the doctor came into the room with few other nurses.

 “So, they tell me this little girl is ready to make her appearance.” She advised as she got in position to deliver the baby. You nodded through gritted teeth as the contraction hit. You squeezed Jacob's hand, no doubt cutting off the circulation, but he never said a word. “Definitely ten centimeters.” The doctor proclaimed, peeking her head back up. “Are we ready mom and dad?”

 Jacob smiled at you and suddenly you felt a confidence that only moments ago you didn’t possess. “So, ready,” you answered.

 “Ok dad, if you want to get behind mom as we talked about.” Jacob slid in behind you as you scooted all the way to the edge of the bed. His arms hooking under you to support your body as you were in a squatting position. It was all quite different from the way movies portrayed giving birth, but the doctor had told you that gravity was your friend during this moment and you were all for what would make things go smoothly. Once you were both in position, the doctor took her place. “Ok, here comes another one. I want you to push this time (Y/N). Can you do that for me?”

 “Yes,” you somehow managed to mumble out through the ball of nerves that was going through your body. You bared down when the contraction hit, letting Jacob support most of you.

 “That’s good.” The doctor told you.

 “You’re doing great, prinsessa.” Jacob encouraged you, dropping a kiss to your temple as you rested for a minute.

 “Ok, this time I need you to push for a count of ten, ok?” You grunted your response, then pushed again as the doctor counted you through the contraction. “Great. I can see the head. Just relax a second and then this next one I’m going to need you to really push, (Y/N). Just one big one and then your little girl is going to be in your arms.” You could feel Jacob smiling against you, as you relaxed against him. “Ok, here we go.”

 “Push, prinsessa. You can do this.” It seemed as though Jacob no sooner said the words than you felt an intense amount of pressure and a mild burning sensation, but then it was over. In that split second you knew you’d delivered your daughter and you held your breath waiting to hear her cries. While it was probably mere seconds, it felt like a lifetime before you heard her lungs cry out. It was honestly the best music you’d ever heard in your life.

 The doctor wrapped her in the towel she used to basically catch your daughter in and then laid her up on your chest. “Here’s your baby girl. We’ll give you a minute with her, while we get ready to cut the cord. Dad, you still up for it.”

 Jacob had been gazing down at his beautiful daughter and had a hard time answering her, but finally managed to mumble out a yes. “She’s so beautiful, prinsessa.” She really was, even though she was still tinted a little blue. Your birthing classes had made you aware that this would happen, and that she would ‘pink up’ within a few minutes. “She really is our little blueberry,” Jacob added, his hand caressing her little back while you held her to your skin.

 “She’s perfect.” Tears streamed down your face, happy but also somewhat sad, that you’d not wanted this sooner in life. The happiness you were experiencing at that moment was so much more than any job could ever give.

 “Ok, Dad your up.” The doctor informed Jacob, who reached around to cut the umbilical cord. His hands were shaking with both excitement and nerves. It took all of two seconds to do and then your daughter was officially her own little person, no longer needing that connection to you. It was both sad and thrilling at the same time, for you truly did enjoy being pregnant with her, well up until these last couple of days. “We’re going to take her for a few minutes, get her cleaned up, and check her height and weight.”

 “Go with her, please.” You told Jacob, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, even if it was only across the room. His long legs made it easy to scoot out from behind you and trail behind the nurse that had your baby girl.

 “Ok, (Y/N), let’s see if we can get the placenta out while they're taking care of your cute little blueberry over there.” It took about fifteen minutes to push the afterbirth out. Which was too long in your opinion as you wanted to see your daughter again. As soon it is was over, you glanced over to where Jacob was holding your little girl. She looked so tiny in his large frame, but what you couldn’t get past was the look of awe and utter elation on Jacob’s face. It had been a long road to get to this moment, but all you needed to do was look at your husband and your daughter and know that it had been worth it.

 “We’ve got a healthy little girl, prinsessa. They said she weighs six pounds and two ounces.”

 “Though I think she may end up being tall like her dad here.” The doctor chimed in. “She just a little over twenty-two inches long.” You couldn’t see her legs as she was cuddled up in a blanket on Jacob’s chest. “Since you both seem to be doing well, we’ll let you three get in some bonding time. Feel free to ring for the nurse if you need anything.”

 You scooted over on the bed, as the last of your nurse left closing the door behind him. Jacob gently sat down on the spot you’d made then handed over your newborn daughter. “She’s so perfect, (Y/N).”

 You nuzzled your cheek next to hers and you had to admit that Jacob was right. She was absolutely the most perfect thing on this planet. “I can’t believe we did this,” you whispered gazing down at your little girl.

 “You did this, prinsessa.” Jacob’s arm slipped easily around you to hold you both.

 “I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” Your lips found his easily, the kiss sweet and tender, matching the moment. “I love you.”

 “I love you too and our little blueberry.” His large hand cradled her head as his thumb gently caressed her cheek. “Speaking of which, we need to give her a name.”

 “True, we can’t call her our little blueberry forever.”

 “Actually, I was thinking we could.” You turned your nose up at him, not wanting your daughter’s name to be Blueberry Markstrom. “Hear me out. I was looking at names the other day and found one, Morelia.” You turned the name over a few times in your head, seeing if you liked it or not. “It means little blueberry in Polish.”

 “Morelia,” you said out loud this time, testing it on your tongue. “Morelia Markstrom, I like it, but I have one small adjustment.” Jacob looked down at you in question. “I want her middle name to be Andrea after both you and your dad.”

 “(Y/N)…”  

 Tears started to well in Jacob’s eyes and you knew that yours had them as well. “Back when we didn’t know what we were having, and I thought she,” you looked down at the sleeping little girl laying on your chest. “I thought she might be a boy and I wanted to name him Anders after seeing you with your dad. Anders doesn’t quite sound right for a girl, but what do you think of Morelia Andrea Markstrom.”

 “Morelia Andrea,” Jacob breathed out, a note of awe in his voice. “It’s kind of a mouthful, but I love it.”

 You laughed at your husband for he was right. “She’s going to hate us.”

 “Probably at some point.” Jacob chuckled. “But then don’t all kids hate their parents.”

 “Well, Morelia Andrea Markstrom, welcome to the family.” You kissed the top of your baby girl’s head. “Now, take off your shirt,” you ordered Jacob.

 “Excuse me, you just had a baby. I know you were all about sex a few hours ago, but it’s off the table for a while.”

 You rolled your eyes at your husband. “Not for that. So that you and Morelia can have some skin-to-skin contact. The first few hours are crucial.”

 “Which is why you have her,” Jacob insisted.

 “I had her for the last nine months. I think you can have the first hour. Besides, I’m right here.” Jacob took his shirt off then while you unwrapped Morelia from her blanket. She whimpered when you passed her to her father, but then snuggled down on his bare chest. You took the blanket and covered her back up so that she wouldn’t catch a chill.

 “I know I’ve said it before, prinsessa but she’s perfect.” The arm that wasn’t cradling his little girl wrapped around you and he curled you next to both himself and the baby. “Thank you, (Y/N).” You wanted to question him further but he went on. “I know you’re going to tell me it took both of us, but thank you for bringing our little girl into the world.” He kissed her little head. “But most of all, thank you for being my wife and the love of my life.” The tears were flowing freely now and you turned your head so that your lips could connect with Jacob’s. The kiss was passionate and sweet at the same time, bespeaking the love you both shared.

 “I love you,” you whispered, too choked up for words.

 ****

 It was four weeks later that you were on a plane headed to Sweden. You were nervous that Morelia wouldn’t do well on the flight, but she seemed to have the same easy-going temperament as her father. She was the happiest and most content baby. She also happened to be spoiled rotten by both her father and her mother, and once she got to Sweden by her grandparents as well. It was rare that she wasn’t being held, even when she was sleeping. You only hoped that once you returned to Canada, and her father was back training, that she would still be just as easy to care for as she was now.

 Summer in Sweden was simply amazing. There were long hikes with Morelia strapped to you or Jacob, which she simply loved. Days where he would drag you both to the golf course with him, solely because he didn’t want to be away from either of you longer than necessary. Time was also spent out on the water, Jacob teaching you how to fish. Which honestly was futile for you enjoyed having your husband’s arms wrapped around you more than you did waiting for a fish to bite. However, the best time had to be those spent with his family. Jacob’s place wasn’t far from his parents and you spent as much time as possible with them. Soaking up every family moment that you could, as Ander’s health seemed to be failing.

 As your trip neared its end, Jacob finally broached a subject that had been weighing on his mind for months. “Prinsessa, can we talk?”

 You had just put the baby down for the night and were joining Jacob around the fire that he had going in the backyard. “Of course.”

 He had a serious look on his face, which concerned you somewhat, but that thought vanished as he pulled you down on his lap and kissed your lips. “Do you remember back a few months ago when I asked you to marry me again?” How could you forget? The memory was etched in your brain and not because the two of you had fought before the moment, but because he had given you a choice then. A choice you didn’t think you had, once you found out that you were married and then pregnant with his child.

 “Yes, I don’t think I’ll ever forget. It was some of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

 There was a glow on his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was from the firelight or a blush. “Oh, well, every word I said was true.” You knew this but you weren’t exactly sure why he was bringing this up now. “Especially the part where I want to marry you again.”

 “I want that too.”

 The two of you were grinning like fools at each other. “Good,” Jacob finally breathed out. “I was thinking we could do it when we go back.” That was literally only a few weeks away. “On our one-year anniversary. I want to do it with all our family and friends around; with you in a beautiful white dress and our daughter up there with us.”

 “Jacob, that’s literally just a couple weeks away. How are we supposed to pull something like that off?”

 “It doesn’t have to be fancy, prinsessa. I’m just afraid…” He trailed off and you knew what he feared without him voicing his concerns. That his father wouldn’t be there.

 You stopped him before he could say more. Hands on his face, looking directly into his eyes, you told me, “Of course, I’ll marry you then. We’ll figure it out. Are you sure you just don’t want to do it here? We could have a simple ceremony right here in the backyard.”

 “I’ve thought about that, but what about your family. I know we have time, not as much as I’d like but we can do this.” You nodded your agreement, then kissed his lips once again.

 “Of course, we can. I can pull my resources together and we do something in our backyard at home or there has to be a venue in Vancouver we can rent out. It doesn’t have to be elaborate.”

 “I was thinking about that as well.” It seemed as though he’d been doing a lot of thinking without you on the subject. “I want to go back to Vegas.” This took you a bit by surprise. It was honestly the last place you would’ve thought of. “Hear me out. We can do something at one of the fancier hotels, and you can wear a beautiful long white dress and I know you’re going to tell me that I can do that anywhere, but Vegas is where I first fell in love with you. It brought us together. It’s where Morelia was conceived. I just think it would be this full circle thing, only this time we’ll both be sober, and we’ll have more than just a couple of pictures to remember it by.”

 The excitement on his face told you that you had no other choice but to agree, though the picture he painted did seem perfect. “Alright! Let’s get remarried in Vegas.”

 “This is going to be perfect, prinsessa.”

 The week and a half you had left in Sweden was chaotic, to say the least, as you tried to book a venue and invite all your friends and family to your Vegas wedding. Thankfully, Lena and Anders helped with Morelia. They were soaking up every second they could with their granddaughter, making your life much easier. Finding a dress, however, was proving to be a challenge. You were still working on shedding the last few pounds of baby weight that you’d tacked on, and were unsure of what your dress size was. Plus, let’s face buying a wedding dress wasn’t really meant to be done online. You knew that it would need to be altered when you got, so you made sure you had a seamstress ready to go once you were back in Vancouver, and after scouring thousands of websites you finally found the perfect one. It had a detachable skirt which would allow you more freedom as the night of festivities went on. By the time you were back in Vancouver you pretty much had things under control. It surprised you how much time and effort Jacob had put into helping, wanting to make it perfect, not only for your friends and family but for the two of you as well.

 As the big day drew near, you flew out to Las Vegas to have a little fun but also make sure plans were running smoothly. It seemed everyone had that idea, as many of your friends and family came a few days early as well. It was all so reminiscent of a year ago, only this time you had your daughter in tow and there was a lot less drinking going on, at least by you and Jacob. Everyone else on the other hand, well, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

 The night before the ceremony everyone insisted that you and Jacob spend the night apart, though, for the life of you, you couldn’t see why. You’d been married for a year and if the trials of that year hadn’t broken you apart, you figured some lousy tradition wouldn’t as well. However, you both relented to your family’s wishes and stayed in separate suites; Morelia staying with Jacob’s parents for the next couple of nights.

 You were just getting into bed when you heard a knock at the door, so you padded across the floor and peered through the peephole, only to see what look like several dozen white roses staring back at you. To your shock, those same flowers were attached to your husband. “What are you doing here?”

 “Bringing you these,” he declared stepping inside and handing over the delicate blooms. He planted a kiss on your lips that made your head spin.

 “They’re beautiful but totally unnecessary.”

 “I beg to differ, as I’m using them as an excuse to sneak into your room for the night.” All you could do was laugh at him as he placed the do not disturb sign on the door handle then firmly shut the door.

 You set the flowers down on the table, as Jacob followed you inside the room. It was the one that you’d been sharing for the last several nights. He thought it would be easier for him to just move his one suitcase, instead of the three that you ended up packing. “You know you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. It’s bad luck and all. Besides I’m pretty sure our families would throw a fit if they knew you were here.”

 “Pft. Seeing as we’re already married, I’m going to take my chances.” His hands were on the silk of the nightgown you’d chosen to wear to bed, sliding up and down your hips. “Is this new?” You nodded. “Mmm, hope you weren't planning on saving it until tomorrow?”

 “No, I have something else for our ‘wedding night.’”

 His brows knitted in question. “Then who was this for?”

 “You. I knew you’d be in my room tonight.” Jacob gave a bark of laughter as your hands slid up and around his neck. “Or I’d be in yours.” You went up on your toes to kiss him. It was heated and filled with passion, just like it was every time your lips touched his.

 “So how long was I going to have to wait until you headed to my room?” Jacob asked as he maneuvered you both towards the bed.

 “Not long, though I knew you’d give in first.”

 “Oh? So sure of yourself, wife.” His hands were skating over your ass now, raising the nightdress with each caress.

 “You’re here aren’t you?”

 “True and I don’t plan on leaving until the morning.”

 You bunched the fabric of his shirt up until Jacob released you to rip it off. “Hopefully, before our parents know.”

 “Mmm,” he hummed as his lips ghosted down your neck. He slid the thin straps easily off of both shoulders. “This is gorgeous, but I think I like what’s underneath better.” The gown fell effortlessly to the floor and you stood there naked in front of your husband. “Mmm, yes this is so much better.” He kicked the garment away, then turned his full attention to you.

 “You know that cost a lot of money.”

 He simply shrugged. “I’ll buy you hundreds more, though I’d prefer if you just went like this all day long.”

 “Oh, I’m sure that will go over well the next charity event.”

 “You talk too much, prinsessa.” Just when you went to chided him, he continued. “Don’t get me wrong I love that, but just not right now.”

 You slid your hands up his long torso. “Then maybe you should make me…” anything else you would’ve said was lost as his lips pressed hard and demanding against yours. He eased you down onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss, which was making you dizzy with want.  His body loomed on top of yours, a delicious feeling that you would crave until the end of time. Jacob’s hands wandered all over you. His long fingers tweaking your breasts and nipples before stealing down to find you dripping with need.

 Jacob felt as if you were made for him and he would never get over the awe that struck him each time he touched your body. You were his prinsessa, more like a goddess that was made specifically for him and he worshipped every part of you. He slid his fingers between your folds, to find your wet and it took his breath away. He toyed with you for a few minutes, savoring the feel of your body squirming under his ministrations.

 “Jacob,” you panted out with desire. He knew what you wanted and he craved it as well. He wanted to see your shatter, to see your fall apart within his arms. Knew you were close by the way your body trembled and the way your hips bucked into his hand. You were so close. With just the press of his thumb against your clit, you were there, a loud moaning falling from your lips as your mouth tore away from his. He watched that blissful state wash over you. Treasured the look in your eyes and the smile that graced your face as you came down from the high that he had brought you. He would never tire of it, not today, not tomorrow, and not in a million years.

 You didn’t even register the fact that Jacob had discarded the rest of his clothing until you felt him widening your legs to accommodate him. Once you did, you moved into a position that you knew would bring you both pleasure. His piercing blue eyes never left yours, as he took himself in hand and started to enter you. You may have not remembered much from that first time together, but you knew that feeling of him inside was one you’d never tire of. Only when he was buried deep inside your body, did his lips come back down on yours. From there the two of you moved together, setting a pace that would bring you both pleasure. It wasn’t hurried, for there was no rush. You knew that the two of you would be together forever, and it had nothing to do with the vows that would be exchanged tomorrow or those said a year ago. You weren’t sure how long you made love like that. It could’ve been hours or it could’ve been minutes. All you knew was that when you both finally did cum, it was like your souls were being joined together. Almost as if it were more sacred than the words you would speak tomorrow.

 Jacob snuck out of your suite in the early morning as the sun just began to rise. Most of the day was spent getting ready for the ceremony that would take place later on in the day in gardens at the Bellagio. Hair and makeup people came to your suite to get you ready, but you insisted that you be the one to get Morelia in her little dress. She looked like a little princess and you had a feeling you’d be relinquishing that title of prinsessa to your daughter, which was perfectly fine. There were so many pictures snapped of the two of you getting ready, that you felt bad Jacob wasn’t in any of them. Lena must have read your mind. “Would you like me to take her to Jacob for a few?”

 “Would you? I can't bear it that he’s not seeing her right now.”

 She took the little bundle from your arms, then kissed you on the cheek. “You look beautiful, my dear. I’ll see you downstairs. Now let’s go see daddy.” She said to Morelia as the two of them left. It only took you a few minutes to slip into your dress, but then there were more pictures taken. Your first wedding all you had were barely five photos to really remember the occasion, today there would be well over five hundred it seemed.

 As the last one was snapped before the photographer headed down to the gardens, butterflies started to flutter in your stomach. Which was really silly considering that you were already married. But you weren’t really nervous about marrying Jacob, you’d do that a hundred times over. It was simply that last time it had been a folly really. A joke between two drunk people that turned out to be the greatest thing of your life. Today you’d make that commitment again, solidifying your relationship in front of all of those you loved. It was something you never thought you wanted to do or get to do, yet here you were.

 “It’s time, (Y/N),” Kennedy said handing over your bridal bouquet. “I can’t believe we’re both married women.”

 “Me either, Kenny.” You swiped at an errant tear that threatened to ruin your makeup. When Kennedy started to head to the door you stopped her. “Kenny,” she turned back to look at you. “I’m sorry for being the biggest jerk about you getting married a year ago. I can’t take it back nor would I want to because then we wouldn’t be here today. I just want you to know that if I would’ve known then what I know now, I would’ve supported you and Ryan in any way that I could. So while I’m so sorry for being an ass, one year ago. I’m so very glad that things ended up the way they did.”

 It was Kennedy’s turn to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I am too, (Y/N). I wouldn’t change a damn thing.” She enveloped you in the biggest hug, both of you shedding a few more tears. “I love you, but let’s get you remarried.”

 “I love you too.”

 There were a few stares from hotels guests as you made your way down to the gardens. You even heard one little girl ask her mother if you were a real princess. You certainly felt like one and in Jacob’s eyes, you always would be. You took his breath away as you made your way down the staircase, then finally through the garden path that led you directly to him.

 “You look breathtakingly beautiful, Mrs. Markstrom.” He whispered as he grabbed your free hand and brought it to his lips.

 “You look quite dashing yourself, Mr. Markstrom.” You couldn’t stop gazing into his eyes, it was like only the two of you existed at that moment in time. That was until you heard the gurgle of your daughter. You looked over at her to see her smile as her Farfar held her just a short distance away. Both you and Jacob smiled as Anders turned Morelia so that she could see you both. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” you admitted to him as the moment just seemed magical.

 “Definitely a dream come true, prinsessa.”

 The officiant coughed discreetly, then whispered, “If you two are ready?”

 You both turned back to him then. “Sorry,” you said in unison.

 “Not a problem.” He told you with a smile plastered on his face. “Welcome everyone,” he started. “There is nothing more romantic than to stand in front of your family and friends and declare the love you have for each other, and today we get the privilege of witnessing (Y/N) and Jacob do just that.” The officiant went on, most of it was a blur until it was time for you to say your vows. They were something that you were never going to forget.

 “Jacob,” you started as he now took both your hands in his and gave them a little squeeze. “It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since I first met you and repeated some mundane words that would make us man and wife. Today is so much more than that. Today I pledge my love for the man that I met that day. The same man that has stood by my side this entire year, through all the good times,” as you said the words you both looked over at your daughter. “And through the bad, and promise to remain by your side through all the rest, until the end of time. I didn’t believe in love or marriage before I met you, but now I can’t see how I could spend another day without you in it. You are my life, my love, and my soul. I promise not only to love you but cherish each and every moment that we have on this earth together.”

 Jacob teared up a bit during your words, just as you had to push past yours to say them, though you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to keep them at bay when Jacob spoke his vows to you. He cleared his throat, then began. “(Y/N),” again there was that squeeze to your hands. “Who would’ve thought that a year ago a few drinks by the pool would lead to one of the best decisions of my life? I can’t say what was going through my head at that moment, but I do know marrying you that day was the greatest day of my life.” He looked over at Morelia and you followed his gaze. “Well until a few months ago. You’ve given me things that I didn’t even know I wanted; a baby, a family of my own, and most of all love. You’ve made me happier this past year than I’ve ever been my whole life. I mean that prinsessa. I’m the luckiest man in the world because you are by my side and I promise to never take that for granted. Today, I promise to love you more than I have these past three hundred and sixty-five days, for you are my future, my life, and my love, and I want nothing more than to show you this for the rest of our lives. I love you, prinsessa.”

 You gazed at your husband through glistening tears as they streamed down your face. Never in your life had you felt so treasured by one human being than right now. The only logical thing to do was to go up on your toes and kiss him. It wasn’t long, but you tried to pour all the love you had for him into it. “You two are a little early on that,” the officiant teased while the crowd of onlookers just chuckled.

 “Sorry,” you both muttered once you separated.

 “Now that you have both declared your intent, let’s make this official.” He continued on with the ceremony. “(Y/N) will you continue to have Jacob as your husband and continue to live in marriage? Do you reaffirm your love for him, cherish and honor him, care for him in both sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others' promise to be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

 It was honestly the easiest answer of your life. “I do.”

 “Jacob, will you continue to have (Y/N) as your wife and continue to live in marriage? Do you reaffirm your love for her, cherish and honor her, care for her in both sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others' promise to be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

 “I do,” Jacob said loud and clear with a huge grin on his face.

 “Then by the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I pronounce you both once again husband and wife.” The two of you waited with bated breath for him to say that you could finally kiss, even though you already had. “Well go ahead and kiss your wife again,” the officiant chuckled. Jacob’s lips locked with yours as cheers from your family and friends erupted. The loud noise startled Morelia, who started to cry. Anders quickly handed her off to you, and both you and Jacob lulled your daughter back to sleep. From there it was tons more pictures and a night of celebration.

 This wedding was everything your first wasn’t. You got to have your first dance, and cut the cake, as well as feed it to each other. In the end, you knew that for as long as you lived, you would never forget your second wedding day.

 It was seven weeks later that you got another reminder as to why you wouldn’t forget it. “I’m late,” you told Jacob as soon as he walked through the door from a short road trip.

 “Did I forget you had an appointment? Traffic was a bit bad, but I didn’t think I was too late getting back here from the airport.”

 “Not that kind of late. I’m late, late.” Jacob’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. Your periods had been off a bit but that was normal after having a baby, and while you planned on having an IUD put in after Morelia, you’d completely forgot about it once you got back from Sweden. It wasn’t that big of a deal as Jacob had been using condoms most every time, except that once.

 “How…or when?” he asked still a bit stunned by the news.

 “I’m pretty sure it was the night before our wedding or the night of? I just realized it when I went to make an appointment to have the IUD put in.”

 “Have you taken a test?”

 “No, I thought I’d wait for you.” You weren’t sure how he was going to react as another baby wasn’t quite in the plans that you two had worked out. You’d both agreed that you wanted to enjoy Morelia and take in all her firsts before having another. Once she was two, you’d planned to give it another go, but apparently, someone higher up had other plans for you. “I have an appointment in an hour at the doctor’s office. Figured there was no point in peeing on a stick as I need to go there one way or another. If it’s negative, they’ll put the IUD in, and well if not…”

 “And what if it’s not, prinsessa?”

 You shrugged. You’d already made the decision that you weren’t going back to work. It had been a long talk with Jacob as he knew you had dreams for your career, but your dreams had changed. You no longer saw yourself wining and dining big names clients all to get them to fall in love with an ad campaign. The only thing you wanted to love was your husband and your baby, well children maybe. “Two under two is going to be a challenge,” you finally told him. “But I think we’re up for it. That is I am if you are?”

 “Of course,” he said sweeping you up in his embrace. “I want to have dozens of babies with you.” You gave him that look. “Ok, not dozens…maybe half?” All you could do was shake your head at this man. You loved him so much how could you not want to give him more children.

 “Well, we should probably get ready to head to the doctor’s office.”

 Forty-five minutes later you were sitting on the exam table waiting for the results of your blood and urine tests, as Jacob held your five-month-old. When the door opened, he jumped up to be at your side. “Mr. and Mrs. Markstrom we have your results.” The doctor announced. “Looks like you’ll be welcoming another little bundle in nine months.” Jacob smiled and you did as well before kissing him. “I was thinking we could do a quick ultrasound to get a date for your new arrival.”

 By your calculations, the new baby would be arriving close if not on Morelia’s birthday. “It should be close to June nineteenth,” you told the doctor.

 “So, you two were planning this?” she asked.

 “No,” you both said in unison causing her to laugh.

 “I think there’s something in the water in Las Vegas,” Jacob joked, but in all seriousness, there seemed to be something about that place for you two.

 The doctor started the internal sonogram, something you didn’t have to prepare Jacob for this time, as he was used to your appointments after Morelia. It took her a few moments and then you saw a little blob on the screen. “There we go, right there’s your little one.”

 “We have another blueberry again,” Jacob announced before leaning down to kiss you, Morelia trying to grab at your necklace at the same time. “Easy little one. See that,” he told her. “That’s your little brother or sister in there.”

 “Oh,” the doctor exclaimed and both of you turned to her. You’d only known for a solid three minutes that you having a baby and already you loved him or her just as much as Morelia. If something was wrong you didn’t know what you were going to do. “Hold on one second.” Jacob grabbed your hand instinctively with his free one. Both of you silently saying a prayer as you waited for the doctor. “Yes, yes it is.” The doctor explained more to herself than to either of you. “It looks like this one here, " she said looking at Morelia. "Is getting a two for deal.” Not quite understanding her meaning you gave her a curious look. “Oh sorry, I should’ve said that better, but you’re having twins.”

 “Oh my god!” Jacob exclaimed, eyes round as silver dollars. It was the same look that you had. He looked down at you, almost expecting you to run. “We can do this.” He reassured you but you didn't need him to, for you already knew that together you could tackle anything.

 “Oh I know,” you told him, for you were truly happy about both the babies. You couldn't wait to be Marskstrom party of five. “But we are never going to Vegas again.” You both erupted into laughter before finally letting your lips connect once again. It seemed as though some things were never meant to stay in Vegas and that was just fine with you. 

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First Lines

Thank you to the lovely @pennygalleon for the tag! I’ve been so excited for this one :)

Rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Not forty-five minutes after settling into Budapest, the five of them are getting drunk on unreasonably cheap gin.

 Bridges (16k)

Draco closes the door gingerly with a murmured colloportus, and Harry sits up on the couch, watching.

 Playing Games (2k)

It was noon at Grimmauld place, and Harry was resolutely not looking at his mobile.

 Just A Phone Call Away (4k)

Working for the Prophet is shit. 

Windy City (2k)

Is this how we end things? Draco wondered faintly.

Olives (200)

“‘Night, you,” Draco murmured into Harry’s forehead, kissing him before rolling over and gathering the blankets toward them.

Sleep (500)

“Harry!”

Cake (300)

They decided that first week that Monday was always Draco’s day to cook dinner. 

Clean (800)

Harry was sick of Malfoy levitating things across the library at him.

Origami (500)

Draco was cursed.

Dance (500)

The literal actual Department of Love had sent them here, which was the main reason Harry was beyond embarrassed.

Bed (700)

The sun is high in the heat of summer and Draco has the best view in the garden.

Garden (300)

“Stay still!”

Pretty (400)

Draco waits in the wings.

In The Wings (2k)

When all was said and done with the war, Harry thought about a number of things, but never about the birthdays. 

Harry Potter And The Invasion Of The Slytherins (6k)

Draco's voice is close to their ear.

Haircut (2k)

“May I have this dance?”

Cinderella (800)

Two in the morning and they drink chamomile tea like a truce.

Chamomile (100)

They’re on a zoo date when they pass by the tigers.

Daring (50)

In the beginning, texting was easier than talking.

Just Talking (2k)

***And a bonus, just for fun***

The summer was long and never-ending, and then suddenly it was done.

Inertia (???) -- coming in a couple months(??) to an AO3 near you

I’ve been fascinated with first lines of stories for a long time, so I was so excited to see everything written out in order like this. It’s funny how with longer pieces and pieces with restricted word counts I workshop my first line over and over in my head, whereas when I write ficlets with little restriction the first lines bleed more freely into the rest of the story. Generally I prefer to pack in as much as I can into the first line--as a form of entertainment for myself, and since as a reader I love beginnings that pull me in quickly.

My favorite, out of all of these? Probably “Working for the Prophet is shit.” from Windy City. It was stuck in my head long before I found my bearings with the writing, and I thought it was such a funny way to start a story. It captures the particular moodiness Harry’s feeling in just a few words.

I’d love to see more of these! No-pressure tagging @corvuscrowned @jalesidor @sorrybutblog @moonstruckwytch @academicdisasterfic @fw00shy @softlystarstruck and @m0srael <3

[ac3id]

Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

-

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

[bobohu4eva]

Pink Lace - Chapter 5

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo

Masterlist

After your conversation with Baekhyun Monday evening Tuesday was spent desperately trying to get Baekhyun off your mind, with little success. He’d asked you if you liked him like that, and you couldn’t tell him no. Hell, you knew in the back of your mind that the answer was definitely yes, you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it to his face. 

As much as you did like him, the prospect of starting something with a customer who was also your professor was still terrifying. What if you two got together and people found out? Or what if things started to go south and you were still stuck with him as your teacher? 

Despite your other schoolwork, and cleaning basically everything you possibly could, your mind just kept racing with every different possible scenario for if you did tell Baekhyun how you felt. And most of them were quite unpleasant. He could lose his job, you could make class absolute hell for yourself if things didn’t go well, and so on. Different possibilities played themselves out in your mind over and over, and there was little you could do to stop it. 

However the thoughts that stuck with you the most were the ones where things didn’t end badly. Thoughts of his arms around you, his comforting words whispered in your ear, and the gentle touches of his pretty hands on your skin. As much as you fought it, the attraction was there. 

The way your mind bounced between thoughts was stressful to no end. Every time you tried reasoning with yourself, you just thought about how good he made you feel when you were alone together. 

Baekhyun was always so willing to be vulnerable with you, it made you feel appreciated. He was so open about his feelings, and honest with his intentions towards you that it made it difficult to push him away. You wanted to be able to show him the same kind of vulnerability as well, but the possibilities if you did still frightened you too much. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to go on like this forever, sooner or later you had to figure out what to say to him. 

Your essay was plaguing you as well. You’d tried to start it on several occasions, but Plato’s writing was so old timey and incomprehensible you didn’t even know where to start. It also didn’t help that every time you tried to start writing, all you could think about was what Baekhyun would think. The idea of turning a shitty paper in for him to read and grade made you feel sick. You knew you were shooting yourself in the foot putting it off but you just couldn’t bring yourself to start it either. 

“You’ve cleaned everything in the apartment. Twice. What’s with you today y/n?” Mia asked as she walked out of her bedroom and into the common area, finding you once again wiping down all the surfaces in the kitchen. 

“I’m trying to distract myself, was that not obvious?” You knew what was coming next. 

“Baekhyun still on your mind?” 

Yes. He was. In every possible way, good and bad, and you couldn’t stop it. 

“I think I do like him.” 

“See! I knew it!” You rolled your eyes at her. “Anything exciting happen yesterday? Did you decide to keep the money?” She asked, sitting down at the dining room table, you sitting down across from her. 

 “I’m keeping it, I tried giving it back but he told me some stuff and turns out he doesn’t need it after all.” 

“So he IS rich?!” 

“Yeah... although not from anything cool or fun. His rich parents died recently.” 

“Oh shit, that sucks. That must’ve been an awkward conversation.” 

“Not really. I don’t know why but talking to him is getting easier and easier. I even stayed after he told me I could go.”

“You really must like him then, damn. Can’t blame you though, he is hot.” You shot her an angry look but you both knew she was right. “So what are you gonna do about it?” 

“Do about what?” 

“You liking him. He obviously likes you a lot too, so what happens next?” 

“Nothing. He’s my professor.” 

The look she shot you next said something reminiscent of ‘are you fucking serious’.

 “Oh come on y/n this guy is hot, and rich, and super into you. Even if he is your professor you can’t pass up a fling at least.” 

“And when it ends? What then? Or if someone finds out he’s fucking a student? He’d lose his job and it would be my fault.” 

“No, it would be his fault, and he’s rich anyway so it wouldn’t even matter.” 

You thought back to your last conversation with Baekhyun, and what he said about his parents. Even if he did choose to risk it for you, the thought of him losing a job that meant so much to him still didn’t sit right with you. 

“It would matter to me. Either way I don’t want other students shit talking me either. If my classmates found out there was something between us it would be hell.” 

“All I'm hearing right now, is that you just need to not get caught. The semester is only 16 weeks, as long as nothing gets out while you’re in his class nothing too bad can happen. You just have to be careful.”  

You thought about it, and she wasn’t exactly wrong. As long as nothing got out while you were his student, nothing too bad could happen. 

“He won’t lose his job if people find out we’re together later on when I’m not his student anymore, right?” 

Mia shrugged. “He doesn’t hold any power over you anymore then so I don’t see why he’d get in any trouble. People might just think it’s weird since he’s older. How old is he anyway? He looks young.” 

“I’m not exactly sure... Somewhere around 30? Late 20s maybe? I should ask him.” 

“Yeah you should. I still have homework I need to do, I should get back to that.” She said before getting herself a glass of water and retreating back to her bedroom. 

~

The next morning you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep because of everything that was going through your head. You wanted Baekhyun, and he wanted you, but there was still too much risk involved. But part of you kept thinking about what Mia had said as well. Could a fling really be that bad? 

You were nervous to see him too. You still hadn’t given him an answer to his question, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to dodge it forever. Lying seemed like a decent option, but you knew with how honest and vulnerable Baekhyun always was with you, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to lie to him. Especially when you did want something more with him, you were just scared. 

As philosophy class drew closer and closer you felt uneasy. You felt bad seeing Baekhyun again without giving him an answer, but you didn’t know how or what to say. You only hoped he wouldn’t press you for it. 

Class went by and you didn’t speak to him. He didn’t keep you after either, which was a relief. You had been hoping he’d at least go over some stuff that would help you on your essay, but you had no such luck, and you needed it done by midnight if you wanted any credit. 

When you got home you cursed yourself for procrastinating so much, but you had other homework too and you knew you’d be able to focus on that better, so you started it first. 

Eventually your mind got sucked into your physics assignment, and you forgot about Baekhyun and the essay, too focused on the task at hand. 

By the time you were done with your other assignments it was 8pm. Four hours until you had to submit your essay. One hour went by just reading and rereading the text you were supposed to write about. Another was wasted on an intro paragraph you kept deleting, because you still couldn’t understand the text. When 10pm hit, and you started to panic.  

You realized that you weren’t going to be able to do it. Your mind was now in freak out mode and you couldn’t concentrate anyway. Either the paper wasn’t getting turned in at all, or you needed to do something fast. In any other class you would’ve BS-ed  your way through it to turn at least something in, but you just couldn’t do that knowing Baekhyun was going to read it. You weren’t going to be able to submit it that night, but you needed to at least contact him and explain so he wouldn’t think you were stupid. 

By 10:30 you found yourself scrolling through your contacts, staring at his name. You’d thought about emailing him, but he probably wouldn’t see until morning and you didn’t have that much time. 

In hindsight you probably would’ve been fine to just send an email and try to get an extension, but the combination of anxiety over your grade and wanting to talk to him had his name in your phone looking better and better. 

So you called. 

Your nerves were on fire as you waited for him to hopefully pick up. Was this stupid? Would he even answer? Worst of all, what if he was disappointed in you for not being able to do the assignment?

After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?” 

“Hi Baekhyun, it’s y/n.” 

“Y/n? Are you alright what’s going on?” You could hear the concern in his voice even over the phone, and you remembered why he gave you his number in the first place. 

“I- I can’t do the essay.” You felt your voice shake, before unloading all your grievances in one breath “I read the thing a million times and I still have no idea what it’s about and I put it off until tonight cause it was making me so anxious but I still can’t focus and now it’s too late and I don’t know what to do and I’m freaking out.” 

You heard him sigh. “Slow down, It’s okay, I know it’s a difficult assignment. Have you at least started?” 

“No..” You felt tears swelling in your eyes, threatening to spill and you’re sure he can hear it in your voice even over the phone. “Can I just skip this one? I tried to start it so many times but I don’t know how to analyze something I can’t even understand.” You choked out. 

“Y/n...” You could tell he was thinking of what to do. He probably shouldn’t give you special treatment, and you knew that but right now you hoped he would just give in. Unfortunately you had no such luck. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you just not do it. It would make it too obvious that I’m treating you differently than other students.”

“Then can you at least help me? Or give me more time? Please?” You begged.

“I’m still in my office. I can help you if you meet me here.” 

You felt your palms get sweaty and your heart beat faster at the idea of going to his office again after what had happened last time, especially this late at night and in such a fragile state. 

“O-okay. I’ll be there in 10. Bye.” You said, hanging up before he could respond.

Quickly you got on some shoes and drove yourself to the building his office was located in. Last time you’d been in there he’d asked you about your feelings for him, and now you had to go back. You told yourself to just focus on getting the essay done, but the thought still hung around in the back of your mind as you walked down the hall towards Baekhyun’s office. You felt jittery and embarrassed, but you needed to do this for your grade.

After taking a few deep breaths to ready yourself, you knocked on the door, and heard a muffled “Come in” from the other side, so you let yourself in. Baekhyun was sitting at his desk, which was covered in papers you assumed he’d been grading. Instead of the nicer clothes he would usually wear during lecture, he was just wearing a black t shirt and sweats now. 

“You know you scared the shit out of me when you called. I thought you were in danger or something.” He said to you as you sat down in front of him. “I really didn’t think you’d call me over school work.” 

“I’m sorry..” 

“It’s okay! I’m not mad or anything, just surprised. What part of the text are you having trouble with?” 

“All of it...” You felt your lip starting to quiver. “I’m sorry I know this sounds so stupid and you probably think I’m just trying to take advantage of how you like me but I promise it’s not like that.” You said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands, trying to hide the frustration on your face.

Baekhyun crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, smiling. “I never said I thought that. I told you it’s not an easy assignment, it’s ok if you’re having trouble. Plato can be difficult especially for people who aren’t used to reading things that old.” 

“I should’ve at least started earlier...” 

“Probably, but it’s too late to dwell on that now. Let’s just try to go over the reading together, yeah?” You nodded. 

He moved his chair to your side of the desk before opening your textbook to the reading for the essay. 

“So the first thing that makes The Ring of Gyges so confusing is that you don’t really know who’s talking. Basically it’s a conversation between Plato and his brother Glaucon where they’re discussing justice, and it’s actually Glaucon speaking for most of it, not Plato.” 

You were listening to what he was saying of course, but you were still distracted by the proximity. Baekhyun was sitting right next to you now, arms almost touching. The only other time the two of you got that close was at the club. And you did not need to be thinking about that while he was explaining your assignment to you. 

“Are you following me so far?” 

Your eyes immediately shot up from the book to meet his, and you quickly nodded. Having him look you in the eyes again like that made your face feel hot.

“Glaucon argues that people only peruse justice for the benefits of it, and not because they actually want to be good people. He uses the example of a ring that grants it’s user invisibility, therefore allowing them to do unjust things like steal without being caught. He tells Plato a story about a man who finds such a ring and uses it do overthrow the king.”

You groaned. “It still doesn’t make sense though, what does some story about a stupid ring have to do with justice?” 

“Well, if you were given the ability to steal and deceive people for your own benefit, without ever having to worry about getting caught, wouldn’t you do it too?” You stayed silent. “Basically, what you need to understand is what Glaucon is arguing. He’s saying that doing good deeds isn’t a part of human nature, and everyone would behave unjustly if they knew they would never get caught. Therefore, justice is something people pursue not out of want, but out of fear of the consequences if they don’t.”  

All you could do was stare at him. It was infuriating how attractive he sounded while explaining it to you. 

“Do you have a bit of a better idea what to write about now? Remember it’s only two pages, so don’t stress too much.” 

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts. “Yeah, it makes a bit more sense now... do I still need to finish it tonight or?” 

“Friday. Just email it to me by midnight on Friday and I won’t count it late.” He said, smiling again. 

“Thank you for doing this, I’m sorry it was so late and everything.”

Baekhyun just chucked, “You know if it’s you I don’t mind. You could keep me here all night with questions and I wouldn’t stop you. But you understand now, right?” 

The way he was smiling at you now along with the closeness was making you slightly dizzy. 

“I think so, Glaucon is basically saying that injustice is better than justice then right? Because everyone would do unjust things if they’d always get away with it.” 

Baekhyun nodded. 

“So according to him the best way to live life would be to do things you know are wrong, but without being caught.” 

“Exactly. See, I knew you were smart, y/n.” A smirk had made its way onto his face as he spoke. 

You couldn’t help connecting what he was saying to what you were feeling inside towards him. You wanted him, and you knew it was wrong, but how could you deny it to yourself when it felt so right? 

“Baekhyun...” You asked, hesitantly. “D-do you think it’s okay to do things you know are wrong, as long as no one finds out?”

“I think it depends what you’re talking about.” He answered, now looking you in the eyes again with intensity. “I would never kill anyone, for any reason, even if I knew I could get away with it. But, if I really wanted something, I think I would take it.” 

You were hyperaware of how his eyes were now scanning your face, lingering on your lips. “Take what?”

A hand made contact with your thigh, slowly moving up until he stopped, right below the hem of your shorts. His thumb drew soft circles on the sensitive inner flesh, giving you goosebumps. 

“I know you feel it too, you want this, don’t you?” Baekhyun asked, now moving a stand of hair out of your face. He let his hand rest on the back of your neck, keeping you facing towards him. 

Your heart felt like it was about to short circuit from how fast it was beating. Your palms were sweaty and you could feel yourself shaking slightly. The way his thumb stroked your neck beneath your ear made you shiver, and you knew he saw. All you could do was stare back at him, dumbfounded. Any words you tried to get out stuck in your throat. He was right, you did want it. Now more than ever. 

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now. I dare you.” He said, running his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes fixed on how it trembled beneath his touch. He was slowly moving your face closer his, but you didn’t stop him. 

Your silence told Baekhyun all he needed to know, and his lips quickly found yours. Immediately you let yourself melt into the kiss. You felt your whole body buzzing, finally getting what it had wanted for so long. His lips felt unbelievably soft against yours, moving in a slow rhythm as his other hand came up from your thigh to cup your face as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, letting it become messier and more desperate. 

“I like you” you pulled away just enough to whisper “so fucking much.” You felt him grin into the kiss as your lips met again. 

He tasted like strawberries, and you felt high as your lips kept crashing together with more and more need. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire and simultaneously dunked in an ice bath, every nerve vibrating with want.    

When Baekhyun pulled your bottom lip gently between his teeth you let out a soft moan, and he started to lose it. He broke the kiss, standing up and pulling with him, before backing you up against the wall, a hand on either side of your head. 

“Sweetheart, don’t push me” He breathed, and started peppering kisses along the side of your neck, from under your ear down to your collarbone, sucking and biting on the way. 

Trapped between him and the wall, you felt weak and breathless. Your brain was in overdrive and you gasped at his ministrations, hands burying themselves in his soft hair.  His hands had traveled down to your waist, holding you against him tightly.

“Baekhyun” You breathed out, rubbing your thighs together as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. 

“Fuck, y/n. Don’t say that.” He forced the words out through gritted teeth.

His body pressed you into the wall, and your arms wrapped around him pulling him into you even tighter. He was completely consuming your senses and your knees felt wobbly from the intensity of it all. He was already smothering your entire front, but you tried to pull him even closer regardless.

You felt something hard press into your hip as his mouth covered yours again, and this time you shamelessly moaned his name into his open mouth. 

Much to your disappointment, Baekhyun immediately detatched himself from you, backing up until his back hit the opposite wall of the office. You could see how turned on he was by the outline of his dick through his pants and the pained look in his face. 

“Fucking christ...” He said, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. You just watched from the other side of the room. He kept his eyes closed and you observed as his jaw clenched and unclenched before you heard him continue. “You have to go. If you don’t I’m gonna fuck you on my desk and I won’t be gentle.” 

Your throat went dry at his crude words, but you couldn’t deny your own arousal. You walked back towards him, reaching out to touch his chest which was now rising and falling rapidly, but he grabbed you before you could make contact. His grip on your wrist was so tight it was almost painful. His knuckles were white, and you could see a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face. 

His eyes bore into your own with a stare that warned you not to try anything more. 

“I’m sorry y/n but you have to leave. Not tonight. Not like this.” With his free hand he grabbed your belongings off his desk, shoving them into your arms. 

Still speechless, he opened the door and pulled you outside before going back in and closing the door behind him. You stood and stared at his office door for a minute, recollecting yourself and processing what the hell had just happened. 

Eventually your shaky legs began making their way down the hallway, back towards your car. You were pretty sure a janitor saw you as you turned the corner just down the hall from Baekhyun’s office. You kept your head down, trying to hide your face best you could while hurrying past. 

Once you were sitting in your car, you slumped into the seat, mind still in a daze after what happened in Baekhyun’s office. You waited for your breathing and heartrate to slow down before you drove away. 

Baekhyun left shorty after you as well, unable to concentrate on anything but the sound of you moaning his name. He felt terrible for throwing you out of his office but he’d meant what he said. He didn’t want his first time to have you to be in his office, purely fueled by pent up lust. He wanted to give you more than that. 

More than anything, he just couldn’t believe he’d gotten what he’d wanted for the entire summer. It didn’t seem possible, but now it had happened. And you actually kissed him back. It felt too good to be true. He felt himself once again struggling to sleep, but this time because he was too excited. This time, he didn’t have to keep himself up wondering, he knew he had you. He just couldn’t wait to see what would happed now.

You on the other hand couldn’t stop worrying about that exact thing as you stared at the ceiling above your bed. What would happen now? The thoughts weren’t fearful anymore, there was just too many of them to shut your mind down enough to sleep. 

You’d finally allowed yourself to give into him, and there was no more turning back. 

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