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james-is-here · 6 months

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Felix is looking extra precious and this is what I'm doing with my cuteness aggression. His hair looks so pretty, he looks so pretty and adorable and it's just killing me.

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 who gave me the idea. @heartbinn

Tags: Nn means nickname, Mn calls Felix Pixie, Mentions of Chan and a dash of Seungmin, The shortest amount of sad/comfort, not hurt/comfort though, angst? Maybe if you squint idk. Clingy, Lovey Felix, Vaguely shown that Mn is taller, My love for Felix kinda got in the way so Felix may give off Tiny Precious Bean vibes. The fluffiest of fluff.

You nervously sat in the corner of the lobby. Even though he said you guys could've met up at a cafe, you were worried about fans seeing him. That's the only idol thing you've worried about, other than that he's still your Felix.

You were nervous because you felt really out of place in the JYPE lobby, not because you were nervous to see Felix. He's made sure to send you photos as he grew up away from you and with all the photos, the boy next door got cuter and cuter. He still had your favorite freckles and adorable face.

The recent photo solidified, as if it wasn't solidified already, how much you've grown to love the boy. You don't know when it happened but eventually you realized when he sent you a photo of the first time he dyed his hair. It was a photo of him laughing at something, he just looked so precious and happy and the moment you thought his freckles were cute, you honestly had a little bit of a crisis but that night when he called you to show his hair, looking so excited and happy, you realized the crisis was for nothing and you really did love Felix more than you thought.

A tap on your shoulder snapped you out of your thoughts and nail biting as you looked up. He wore a black beanie, a few hair strands framing his face, and a black mask you could tell he was smiling under. Your whole body relaxed as you stand up and pull the shorter male into your arms, his arms wrapped around your middle as yours around his shoulders. You were still taller than him, you've always loved how fun sized he was.

"Hi Mn!" "Hi Pixie." He giggles softly, nuzzling further into your chest before pulling back, arms still around you while he bounces and the balls of his feet. "I can't believe you're here!! You're actually here! Sorry, Can you tell I'm happy?" He smiles and you laugh. "Yes, I can. I'm glad to see you again, Felix." "Me too. Come on, I really want you to meet the boys." He grabbed your hand but you didn't budge. "Mn?" "I'm already nervous from being in this building alone, I don't know about meeting your group."

"Mn, I know you and you match all of them so perfectly it's crazy. Plus~ You know Chan-Hyung is also from Australia. He loves you." "How?" His face turns red as he laughs softly. "I-I may or may not tell him everything about you...You're my best friend, I wanted my other friends to know about you too." "That's sweet...Okay, let's go." He squeals happily and you follow behind him. "Oh, forgot to mention, Chan is actually in the car too." "Felix!" "I'm sorry!" He laughs and you can't help but smile at him.

Even though he said he wanted you to meet the others, he dragged you to his room once you got to his dorm. Chan was surprisingly really easy to converse with the whole car ride, might've been his natural friendly aura but his was so nice and the conversation flowed smoothly.

"What- Felix!" Chan yelled after the boy who just pulled you away. "Pixie, I thought you wanted me to meet the others?" You chuckle. "You will. I get my best friend first." He reasoned and you laugh as he pulls you into his room. He hugs you again, so tight as if he'll think you'll disappear from him. "Hey, you okay? Thought you were really excited to introduce me?" "I am. Just need a moment." "Oh okay."

Only a few seconds later, he started shaking and his hold on you got tighter. "Lix?" "I s-still can't believe I'm hugging you...th-that you're here..." He whispers before shifting, you barley see his face as his arms go around your neck and he's tightening his grip, you take the signal and tighten your own arms around his waist to pick him up and let his legs wrap around you. "Lixie?" "I-I wish we could be together forever." You knew he didn't mean it in the way you'd mean it but you smile nonetheless. "C-Can you...I wish y-you could stay h-here, now that y-you're here I don't w-want you to leave." "Aw, Pixie...I'm sorry."

He sniffs, pulling back to look at you. You were gonna put him down but could feel his legs were gonna collapse if you did when you moved your hands to hold him better. "Felix..." He was crying, moving one of his hands to wipe away the tears before he moved his legs and you sat him down. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, come here."

You move to his bed, sitting down and moving your legs enough for him to sit on the floor in front of you. He does as told and sits in front of you. You take off his beanie, putting it to the side before combing your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. He hums contentedly and leans against your knee, you smile down at him before speaking. "Can I wash your hair like when we were kids?" "Only if I can with you." "Of course. I can also braid your hair after too."

You guys move to the bathroom, Felix holding your hand as you follow and a few of the boys watch after. "Are they friends?" Chan slaps Seungmin's arm with a scolding look on his face. "They are..." "but?" "but when we talked in the car and he was telling a story about Felix...I think Mn sees him as more."

You're sat on the toilet and Felix is laying on your lap, head over the tub and running under the faucet. He's talking about any little thing that comes to his mind as he points at his products. You caught yourself when you had slowed down massaging the product through his blonde strands and just listened to him talk cause the temptation to lean down and kiss his forehead was almost too much.

When it was your turn, you laid across the toilet while Felix kneeled next to you, using his products on you. He told you to tell him what you've been doing but you just stared at him without realizing. You did speak but it was slow and you paused a lot, just watching him. You noticed that there was a dust of blush of his freckles but you took that as just being in a warm room.

You dried eachothers hair and you sat on the edge of the tub and began french braiding his hair, he almost fell asleep before you finished and switch spots with him. The braid was kinda sloppy and he didn't really like it so he took it out and put your hair in his usual updo.

You guys walked out, no one was in the living room anymore and he pulled you to the couch, putting on a movie you thought was random until you heard the familiar sound of the movie you and Felix would watch nonstop as kids.

He sat you on the couch before running off then coming back with a blanket and a couple snacks. "You really had tonight planned." "Well, kind of. The cafe plan I had fell through from other reason but I thought just bringing you here was a better idea."

He sat close to you, crossing his legs as the movie began and you lean back, feeling really happy being with Felix again as you let Felix cover you up with the blanket he brought in.

Half way through the movie, Felix leans on your shoulder and takes your hand into his, playing with your fingers while his attention was still on the movie. You took the opportunity and held his hand in yours and laid down, pulling him with you to lay with you. "I might cry if we get cozy cause you can only stay for one day and we can't stay this way." He says as he leans above you. "Then I'll hold you the whole time, trust me I've been trying not to cry since you first hugged me when we got here."

He smiles, laying on your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist and shoulders, hugging him tightly in return to him snuggling further into you, his hand resting on your heart and you hope he can't feel how fast it's beating.

You subconsciously rub his back, the movie taking your attention back and it's not until the happy ending that you notice Felix is asleep, not hearing his usual comment of how adorable he always thought the end of the movie was. The end credit song plays as your eyes take in his features.

You move your hand from his back and up to his face, moving a loose strand of hair to the side before your finger traces over his freckles, a barely there touch so you don't wake him up as you move again and you get so lost in your thoughts about Felix you don't realize your thumb lightly brushing over his bottom lip. "Shit, I love you so much, Pixie..." Your eyes stung as you pull him closer and rest your forehead on his. "I love you more than I realized. You're so adorable and pretty...I'd confess to you if I didn't have to leave tomorrow..." You press your lips lightly to his forehead.

"You're so cute, Pixie..." You wrap your arms around his tightly again, lips pressed to the top of his head as you hold back your tears before you're pulling back as Felix moves. He sits up, you take notice of his glassy eyes when he opens his eyes and a soft coo escapes your lips. "Lixie..." "Please don't leave..." "I wouldn't have anywhere to stay. Plus, I have a job." "It's a fast food place, Mn-ie...And you can stay here." "I couldn't do that to you and your group. I'd get in the way." He shakes his head defiantly. "You wouldn't. I s-swear, you'd be fine h-here." "Even if I stayed here in your room, What would I do? I don't know Korean or anything." "You can help Chan...He knows about your music skills." "That's...too much, Felix. I can't."

Felix suddenly leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss as a noise of shock leaves you before you kiss back. He pushes forward, the soft kiss turning firm, your left hand moves up to cradle his face as he tilts his head and slides his tongue on your bottom lip but before you could let him, he pulled back and laid back on top of you, crying into your shoulder. "I-I'm s-sorry. I-I heard you...I love you, too, Nn. I-I didn't want to c-confess e-either. Th-That's why I want you to stay...a-at least stay for me? Y-You w-won't be in th-the way, I promise, just...please..."

Your tears finally fall as a soft sob slips past your lips and Felix sits back up, kissing your lips before holding your face in his small hands that shake slightly as he wipes your tears. "I-I can stay, Pixie...I will, okay? You swear I won't be in the way?" "I swear to JYP." You can't help but laugh and lean into his hand. "That's big." "I have you after years of being apart, I don't even think I would let you go if you did leave."

"I would have to go back at some point. I only have a bag with a days worth of clothing." "As long as I go with. I really don't want to leave you." "Good, you have to explain to my parents why I'm moving." He laughs, kissing you again and sliding his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours for a moment and a small whimper slips out of him before he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. "Sorry..." He giggles shyly and all you do is laugh and wrap your arms around him, kissing his cheek before placing your hands on his thighs and sitting up, keeping him on your lap as you turn the tv off then standing up to take him to his room.

You lay him in his bed before falling on top of him. He laughs when you nuzzle into his neck and kiss his jaw, rolling over to move so he nuzzles into your neck instead, your arms squeezing him tightly as his wrap around your middle and he falls back asleep in your arms a little while later. You smile, kissing his forehead before you fell asleep as well.

The next day, Chan realizes he hadn't seen you all morning. It was noon and he hadn't seen Felix either. When he checked Felix's room, he saw you asleep and Felix laying on your chest, looking up at you with adoration as he gently traced your cheek then your bottom lip before lightly kissing your jaw.

Chan smiles, the thought of you having missed your flight gone from his mind as he pieces together that Felix must've told him he could stay. Knowing you, Chan does hope you two could have fun together cause he's aware of your music talents.

For now, he winks at Felix who finally notices him in the doorway before he leaves. Felix smiles into your chest and you subconsciously pull him even closer.

Felix didn't think it was possible, but he's even happier in this moment, in your arms, than he was when he debuted.

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Fey's 2000 Follower Celebration!!!!

Description: It's Gabi's first day of first grade, and it gets Miguel thinking about when he first arrived in this universe. Pink Pastels Masterlist

“Papá, come on we’re going to be late.” Gabi pouts, tugging on the sleeve of his lab coat, her bright pink backpack sitting snuggly on her shoulders, her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail with a blue hair tie.

“I just want to make sure you have everything Mija.” Miguel says, going over his mental checklist. Lunch? Check. Pencil bag? Check. Name tag on her shirt with her name and classroom number? Check. Colorful tag shaped like a car that indicates she’s drop off and pick up only? Attached securely to her backpack. He knows she has everything; he packed her bag the night before, but he can’t stop himself from worrying.

“Come on, I want to get to school, I want to meet my new friends!” Gabi tugs harder, heading towards the door.

He chuckles. She’s so unlike him in this aspect, she isn’t afraid to put herself out there or go up to kids she doesn’t know and try to make friends. She relishes the challenge, and he almost envies her confidence.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go.” He says, ruffling her hair affectionately.

She smiles up at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door.

He lets he chose the music on the drive there, sings along softly to the Spanish songs she’s chosen, glancing up at the rearview mirror every so often to look at her.

Gabi is staring out the window, memorizing the route—just in case I make new friends, and we want to walk to school together—she told him in a very matter of fact tone.

He can’t imagine ever letting her walk to school. Of course, the streets are safe, he’s made sure of that, and she’d be walking with other kids, and most likely a parent, but his stomach churns at the idea of anything ever happening to her.

“Gabi?” Miguel asks, struck by a sudden need to confirm that she knows just how loved she is.

“Yeah?” Gabi replies, looking away from the window and towards him.

“You know I love you, right?” He asks, a smile tugging at his lips when he sees her smile.

“Yep, more than the sun loves the sky.” She says cheerily, easily, without a single moment of hesitation.

He bites the inside of his cheek to keep the tears from welling in his eyes. He spent so long searching for her, so long trying his best to be a father worthy of her. To never doubt that he loves her, to never wonder and fear as he did growing up.

“And guess what, Papá?” She says in a singsong voice.

“What?”

“I love you more than the moon loves the sea.” She says, beaming at him, her tone filled with that pure honesty that you can only find in children.

And here comes the waterworks.

Miguel manages to stop himself from crying by the time they pull into her school’s parking lot, and Gabi is already unbuckling her seatbelt.

“We’re here! We’re here!” She’s jiggling the door handle, which he would usually ask her not to do, but she’s so excited he can’t bring himself to correct her.

He turns off the car and slides out, opening the door for her and helping her out.

Gabi hits the ground running, already seeing her friends from kindergarten. She bolts forward, the sound of his name being called by another parent taking his attention away for a split second.

It all happens so fast, he looks away then hears the sound of brakes squealing, and someone shouting. His heart races, all his senses going into overdrive. Gabi is wrapped in the arms of a woman in a pink dress, Gabi’s cries filling his ears.

Miguel is there by her side in a second, pulling her from the woman. “What happened?”

“I didn’t see the car, I forgot to look, Papá I’m sorry.” She clings to him, burying her face in his lab coat.

“My goodness, I’m so glad I grabbed her in time.” The woman says, one hand pressed to her heart.

Miguel looks up, for a moment. She’s shorter than him, most people are, with a lovely figure wrapped in soft-looking fabric, her hair styled in a way that frames her face but still keeps it from getting in her eyes.

“Thank you, Ms?” He realizes he doesn’t know her name, he meant to go to Meet the Teacher Night, but he was called away.

“Y/N, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, I’m Gabi’s teacher.” You say, giving him a bright smile.

“Ms. Y/N, thank you, I’m glad Gabi has a teacher with quick reflexes.”

“Oh yeah, I’m like a cat.” You joke.

He smiles, and he feels Gabi giggle against his coat.

“Like a cat, that’s silly.” She says, pulling herself away from him to face you.

“Oh really? Well, I have a lot more silly sayings ready for the school year if you’d like to hear them?” You tell her, bending slightly at your knees to look her in the eyes.

“Yes, please.” Gabi says, sniffling.

“Okay, but have to hold my hand, and no more running in the street.” You warn playfully, holding your hand out to her.

“Okay!” Gabi says, grabbing your hand, her fear vanishing as she wipes away her tears, her smile back in full force.

But Miguel can’t brush off his fear that easily, and his fingers catch on Gabi’s backpack.

She turns to look at him. “Oh, Papá, I almost forgot.” She lunges at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Bye, I’ll see you later!”

He crushes her to his chest, burying his face in her hair. “Bye Mija, be good.”

She wriggles out of his grasp and grabs your hand again, before waving goodbye and letting you lead her inside the school.

Miguel remains on his knees for a second, watching as you both disappear inside the building, before he stands and brushes himself off, heading towards his car.

He drives to Alchemax in silence, pulls into the parking lot in silence, and walks to his office in silence. He sits at his desk, boots up his computer, and tries to force himself to concentrate. His desk saver is a picture of him and Gabi on her fourth birthday. She’s got icing all over her face and hands, and she’s reaching for him, one tiny hand covered in frosting finding its mark on his cheek. He’s smiling, she’s laughing, and he remembers how when that picture was taken, he was so afraid everything would disappear, and he’d be left with only photos, and videos once again.

“Hey Miggy, just wanted to check on you.” Monica’s voice floats through the crack in the door she’s made by opening it without knocking, a terrible habit she has, but he finds it less annoying on days like this.

He gives her a weary smile. “It’s easier than last time, but still hard.”

She gives him a sympathetic grimace. “I’m here if you need to talk.”

He thanks her, and she closes his office door, her heels clicking on the tile of the hallway as she walks away.

Miguel smiles as the screen changes to a picture he took. Gabi is three, curled in his lap, head resting on his arm, Oso tucked underneath her arm.

He remembers the adrenaline that rushed through him when he got the alert. How he activated the program that transferred all commands to Jessica and Peter, and left them with a quick goodbye.

This universe’s Miguel was dead, Gabi would be placed in his mother’s care, unless Monica fought hard enough for custody, which he now had no doubt she would’ve done, no matter how chill she tried to portray herself as.

It was the perfect opportunity; one he would not waste. So, he left, took Lyla and his meager possessions, studied all he could about the old Miguel and became him—to an extent.

It was dark in his apartment, quiet, Gabi was asleep, Margo from next door asleep on the couch, some random telenovela playing at a low volume.

Miguel switched it off as he turned on one of the lamps, gently shaking her awake.

She jolted awake then relaxed, giving him a sleepy smile as she patted him on the shoulder and made her way down the hall.

He stood in Gabi’s doorway, almost afraid to go in. Would she recognize him, would she reject him? Somehow be able to tell he was not the father she knew, or would she love him as much as he loved her? They were blood, she was his daughter, and he was her father no matter what universes or canon events separated them.

Miguel gathered up his courage and stepped inside. Her room was different, a forest green instead of pink, with white accents, and glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. She’s still in a crib, she’s three now, soon he’ll need to transition her to a toddler bed, but when he leans against the railing, gazing down at her, he finds he wishes she would stay this little forever.

Her eyes slowly open, and she smiles at him, ever observant his daughter is.

“Hola Mija, lo siento, ¿te desperté?” He whispered, reaching into her crib and gently brushing her cheek with one bent finger. Trsl: Hello daughter, I’m sorry, did I wake you/wake you up?

She grabs it, then grabs more of his hand with surprising strength, pulling herself up into a sitting position.

That’s new.

“Papá’s back.” She said sleepily, cuddling Oso closer.

“Yes, I’m back.” He said softly. “And I’m never leaving you again.”

“Can I sleep with you?” She asked, letting go of his hand to reach out to him, silently asking to be picked up.

“Of course, Mija,” Miguel said, scooping her up and supporting her back with his hand.

“Yay, night Papá.” Gabi whispered, already falling back asleep.

He didn’t sleep that night, just stayed up watching her, marveling over the fact that he got another chance to be with his daughter. He wouldn’t mess it up this time, no matter what happened, he would not lose her.

Gabi is having a great first day at school. She got to pick the music on the way to school, survived running in the street, and her teacher is the nicest person ever.

Ms. Y/N is so beautiful, like a princess, Gabi thinks, and you answer everyone’s questions about yourself, even the silly ones like who your favorite Wild Kratt is and if you have a boyfriend.

She notices that you look a little sad when you answer that one, and it piques her interest. Gabi likes to think of herself as an amateur detective, her and Oso have solved many cases already. Like the case of the missing sock—the dryer ate it, or the case of the monster in the couch—her papa snores when he falls asleep watching TV.

She is also an expert in emotions and drama, Tia Margo says so herself when Gabi figures out the plot to their favorite shows before she does.

So once the school day is almost over, and you come around to her desk to collect her first day worksheet—really, it’s a few questions about her and some really fun things to color, not work at all, which she likes—she asks why you looked sad.

“Sad? Did I look sad? Oh, don't worry, I’m not.” You reassure her, taking her worksheet and adding it to the pile in your arms.

“My papá is single, if your boyfriend makes you sad again, you can marry him instead.” She says confidently, packing up her colored pencils and pens.

“Oh—that’s very nice of you to offer, sweetheart, but I think I’ll stick with my boyfriend.” You tell her, seeming a little bit embarrassed.

She likes when you call her sweetheart, and when you smile at her, and tell her how pretty her drawings are. She wishes you were her mom, not just her teacher.

“Okay…but if you change your mind! Let me know first because Ryan’s mom is single too, and I don’t want her to try and take my papá from you.”

You laugh at that and shake your head affectionately. “You have quite the mind, don’t you?”

“My papa says I’m very smart.” She says proudly.

“And he’s right.” You squeeze her shoulder then move onto her tablemates.

Maybe she’ll ask Lyla to help her come up with a way to get your boyfriend out of the picture? There are plenty of ways, she’s seen them on the telenovelas, but she doesn’t actually know how to find someone’s evil twin. She’ll definitely have to ask Lyla about that.

Gabi isn’t worried, though, the year has just started and there’s plenty of time for you and her papá to fall in love.

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fairysluna · 2 years

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NOT THE BEST IDEA. — Modern!AU

MASTERLIST | Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4

Pairing: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

Summary: You were certain that you would never have to deal with your ex-boyfriend now that he was living at the other side of the world, but when he enters at Helaena’s party with a new girl hanging from his arm, you knew you were fucked.

Tags/TW: angst, cursing, mentions of violence, kinda obsessive reader, mentions of murder, reader having too many intrusive thoughts, blood, aemond kinda being a little shit, alys and aemond.

Author's Note: Is this inspired by Kill Bill by Sza? obviously, I'm obsessed with this song sm and I had to do something to cope. In this story Aemond is older than Helaena.

Word Count: 3.2k

Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!!

When you saw him walking in the living room with a small gift bag on his right hand and a pretty girl hanging from his arm, your heart stopped almost immediately and the heat burned through your veins making it impossible to breathe. Your jaw clenched without you even noticing it, the plate with cupcakes trembled on top of your shaky hands and your eyes widened with both, impression and rage.

Alicent was hugging her son, in her face you could see that she was as surprised to see him as you were. She probably did not even know he was going to be here, and by the looks of it, no one was expecting it. Not even Helaena who cheerfully jumped to his arms too excited to see him after all this time.

You felt trapped, you felt little. Like a mouse being cornered by a big one eyed cat that made your life miserable. You wanted to run, to hide, to be everywhere but there.

You glanced at Aegon who was ignoring his brother’s arrival because he was too busy chopping some lemons to do shots of tequila. You thought about joining him, but he was trying to get in your pants for many years, and you knew that he would take that action as an insinuation. The last thing you needed was to have another affair with another Targaryen. One was enough… one broke you enough.

Instead of going back to the kitchen, you stood there, still and stiffened up. Your whole body tensed. Your mind was too busy thinking about ways to escape that it forgot to actually escape from that place. In consequence of that, Aemond inevitably saw your frame in the middle of the room, and the only thing that he was able to do was smile. A fucking devilish smile that made you want to punch his face.

How dare he?

“Come on, y/n,” He said, spreading his arms for you to come and hug him, “you’re not gonna say hello?”

Everyone’s eyes fell on you, and you felt so belittled that the urge to cry was unbearable. They knew how close you both were, they knew that since you grew up with them you and Aemond had grown too close. But they did not know how you fell in love with him when you were fifteen, they did not know he gave you your first kiss, they did not know how he convinced you to have a secret relationship with him, and they certainly did not know that he is the one that took your virginity. They did not know anything at all, that is why everyone was expecting you to hug him.

So you did it.

You left the plate of cupcakes on the table before putting on the fakest smile on earth and walked towards his tall frame to hug him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as yours were around his wait. Your face buried on his chest as his scent reached your nose and made you close your eyes.

You never realized how much you had been craving for him until you had him this close to you. Your hormones seemed to be acting on their own at the same time that the butterflies, that once you thought were dead, were now flying around your belly, causing a slight blush on your cheeks. Your heart was beating fast, so contrary to his, that seemed to be beating with such calmness that it actually had you thinking; did he move on? doesn’t he love you anymore?

The fact that he was the one who pulled you away from the hug and gave you a side smile was enough for you to realize that he, in fact, had moved on. You have become just another story from his past. And if that was not enough proof of that, his next words certainly were.

“Mother,” he said to Alicent, “this is Alys Rivers, she is my girlfriend.”

Alicent’s face quickly lightened up with delight and she greeted the black haired girl with an enormous smile as she hugged her tightly. You looked at Aemond with disbelief, as he had the nuts to say that right in front of you. Aemond looked back at you, his eye seeming expressionless, but then he shrugged.

He shrugged as if he was saying ‘what else you thought I was going to do?’

You remembered the day you both broke up. It was when your parents were out for the weekend on some boring vacation with their group of friends that you had no interest in participating in. You called Aemond, told him you were going to be alone and in twenty minutes he was knocking on your door.

You spend the entire night enjoying each other’s body, he made you feel better than he ever did before. He pleasured you to the extent that you were shaking the whole night and your limbs felt numb the next morning. But the soreness of your body was not the only thing he left behind. You woke up and Aemond was getting dressed, you immediately frown as you saw a piece of paper folded in half which you quickly grabbed before Aemond could realize you were already awake.

“What the fuck?” You had said, completely mad and confused. Aemond turned around and his eye widened as he saw you holding the paper on your hand, a small ‘shit’ escaped from his lips, “What the fuck is this, Aemond? Are you seriously were going to break up with me with a fucking letter? What do you think this is, huh? A John Cusack movie?”

“No, listen… I-” He struggled to find the words, you could see the nervousness written all over his face, “I’m going to University, y/n… I can’t deal with a relationship now.”

“And instead of telling me this directly, you spend the entire night fucking me to then leave me over a fucking letter?”

“I wasn’t supposed to be here when you woke up.” He clarified.

“As if that would make things any better!” You felt your nose itching, the air getting stuck inside your lungs. You were hurted, angry. The tears were starting to fall down your cheeks as you stood up and started to push him out of your room, and out of your house.”Get the fuck out! Now!”

“Love, let me-”

“Shut up!” You scream, sobbing and crying. “Leave me the fuck alone, you fucking piece of shit!”

He had stopped you. He grabbed your hands and pulled you close to his body as you were still sobbing. There was a moment when you thought he was going to apologize, where he was going to regret it and come back to your room and cuddle you. You even thought he was going to start laughing and say it was all a bad prank.

Instead, he said, “Please, let's keep this a secret. Helaena doesn’t need to find out.”

You slapped him so hard your hand was printed on his milky skin. You finally kicked him out of your house, and when you closed the door you broke down. Crying desperately as the pain in your chest was consuming you. Only a few minutes passed when you realized you were still wearing one of his shirts, the one he had given you a few months ago.

Aemond Targaryen broke your heart, and you could not even be able to unbosom your feelings with your own best friend. You had to act as if everything was perfectly fine, even when you were shattered inside.

Now, the bastard was looking down at you, while now Helaena was hugging Alys. You had to force yourself to walk away before the tears started falling down.

You ran to Helaena’s bathroom because you knew no one would bother you there. You locked the door behind you and soon your breathing started to fasten in an alarming rhythm. You didn’t even notice the tears until you were brave enough to look at the mirror in front of you. Your eyes were puffy and red, you were looking as red as a tomato. Partly because of the rage.

You were mad, the ache in your heart was telling you that you were still in love with Aemond and that is what made you so angry. He had moved on, found another girl and seemed to be happy with her, yet here you were, still dreaming about receiving his phone call in which he would say he had made a mistake and that he needs you back. You were too mesmerized by him that you did not even realize that your story was now something from the past.

But for you this wasn’t the end. Between tears you came to realize that perhaps his sudden presence here was for the purpose of getting back together. You thought that the Gods had made you cross your paths once again for a reason, right?

You washed your face with cold water, trying to make your swollen eyes look normal again. You took a few deep breaths that helped you to stabilize your unsteady breathing and, once you felt brave enough to come out of your little safe place, you walked out of the bathroom, down the stairs, and towards the backyard where everyone was already eating and chatting.

Helaena immediately rushed to your side as soon as she saw you, and you smiled kindly at her, trying to hide that you actually felt like shit.

“There you are!” She gently speaks, “Where were you? I was looking for you.”

You shook your head, “I went to the bathroom, that’s all.”

“Are you feeling well? You look a bit… sad.” She points out, worried, “Do you need something?” Then her mouth drops, “Did your admission letter arrive?”

“No, I’m fine, don’t worry. I just needed to pee.”

“I know when you’re lying, y/n.” Helaena said, her voice soft as usual but a little more stern, “and I get that you may not feel ready to talk about it, but please, just know that you can tell me anything, okay?”

Her words made your eyes soften and you quickly hugged her tightly. Her arms squeeze you tight against her and you close your eyes, feeling so safe in your best friend’s arms.

“I love you so much.” You whispered, blinking so that the tears would go away.

“I love you too.” She replied.

The hug broke and you smiled at her, she grabbed your hand and squeezed it, as if she was trying to give you assurance. You kissed her cheek as you held her hand and took her to the table, where the rest of your friends were chatting.

For a moment, the laughs of your friends made you forget about Aemond. That, and the fact that Aegon soon joined your group with two new bottles of tequila along with chopped lemons and salt. After four shots, you started to get dizzy. Helaena was the most sober, but Aegon was already without his shirt and hysterically laughing at the smallest things.

As soon as you felt the alcohol starting to affect your senses, you stopped drinking. You knew Aemond was around, and you did not want him to see you drunk, or making a scene out of your own hidden rage.

You decided to follow the advice that your older cousins, friends and relatives had given you, so you stood up from your chair and walked towards the kitchen to look for a glass with water in order to sober up a little. Of course that you did not expect to find Aemond and Alys in the middle of a making out session that was about to become something more by the looks of it. You stood there, until Alys realized you were making them company.

She took a step back and covered her lips slightly. She blushed as she tried to look away from you. Aemond cleared his throat and looked at you with a regretful stare that made your blood boil.

Is it possible to love and hate a person so much? You thought to yourself as your jaw clenched. The feeling that was running through your veins was indescribable, but it surely must have been seen on your face as Aemond frowned and tilted his head. You were blinded by the rage of a broken heart now, a heart that never got to heal in the first place.

The illusion of being with Aemond again was still in the back of your mind as your nails were digging in the palm of your hand. The fact that he was so happy with this new girl and seemed to be doing so perfectly fine bothered you to an incomprehensible extent.

“I’ll go to the bathroom.” Alys said shyly.

Aemond let go of her waist and she walked through the kitchen until she stopped in front of you. Only then you realized that she looked older than you, and older than Aemond. You stepped aside, letting her walk out of the kitchen, and when she did that you could smell Aemond’s perfume impregnated in her.

She left, and there was only you and him left in the big kitchen. You thought he would follow his girlfriend and leave, but he stood there as you walked towards the fridge to take a bottle of water. You didn’t want to say anything, but your mind was under the effects of the alcohol you had just consumed and the words slipped out of your mind before you could even think.

“This is a kitchen not a porn set studio.”

You wanted to slap yourself after saying those words, feeling stupid and childish. You were too mature to go around saying dumb things like this, and yet the alcohol made you speak.

“This is my house.” Aemond said, sternly, “I can do whatever I want.”

“Your family is here, your sister’s friends are here. Don’t you mind them seeing a show quite like that one?”

Oh, Gods, shut your fucking mouth, you said to yourself.

“We need to talk.” He suddenly said, making your whole body tense. “You’re acting like a child.”

“Excuse me?” You said offended, raising your eyebrow, “How so?”

“You’re making a jealous scene right now,” he pointed out.

“You were about to fuck your girlfriend in the kitchen.”

“And what about it?” He quickly asked.

You sighed, not in the conditions to continue with this clownery. You were drunk, angry, and hurt. The three things that would usually lead to doing or saying stupid things.

“You know what? I don’t care.”

“It seems like you care.” He muttered on the low.

“Aemond, it’s Helaena’s birthday.” You started, trying to keep yourself reasonable and calm, “I don’t want to spend the day discussing stupid things with you.”

“You started it.” He said, “Why are you acting so innocent?”

“Because you are acting like a fucking douchebag!” You raised your voice, “What- what the fuck was that hug thing? There was no necessity in doing that!”

“I was trying to be nice.” He defended himself, “How the hell would I have known that you were still bitter about what happened months ago?”

“You asshole…” You scoffed.

“Look, I’m sorry if you’re still pissed about what happened between us, but I moved on… You need to move on and stop being so obsessed with me.”

Silence.

You did not say anything at all. You did not even move. Aemond clenched his jaw knowing that he might have fucked up big time with his harsh comment. Your nose started to itch, announcing the tears that would soon fall down your cheeks.

But there was no sadness in your eyes, there was pure rage. He broke your heart, took everything from you to then throw it away as if it was nothing. Your heart was still aching and longing for his love while he was fucking a new girl. You felt your face burn, your breath getting heavier and slower.

You look in front of you at the table, where the knife holder was. You thought about it, actually. The anger in your body was too much that you actually thought about grabbing a knife and cutting his throat. First him, and then the entitled girlfriend he dared to bring with him. You would do it in a blink, fast and quietly. You would leave before anyone would realize about his absence.

His words hit you so hard it almost made you scream. You cannot handle his presence anymore, it was too painful seeing him with another girl being as happy as he once was with you. You could not bear it. He was yours, right? He said it a thousand times in those endless nights when he would make you his, when he would touch your body and promise you that he would love you forever.

He was yours. And if you can have him, then no one will.

Deep breaths, deep, shaky breaths.

You were lost in your thoughts, your eyes lost but physically fixed in that knife holder. You barely were able to hear the apologies that his mouth was pronouncing, you could only perceive a small mumble as a whistle in your ear made you close your eyes.

Deep breaths.

“y/n!”

A sudden shout woke you up. Your eyes fell open as you felt your hand sticky and wet. You saw red on it.

You look at the entrance of the kitchen where Helaena was looking at you with widened eyes, you swallowed hard. She slowly stepped closer to you and saw the knife in your hand as the red liquid ran down until reaching your elbow.

“What did you do…” She asked, looking at the mess you made.

“Helaena-”

“Why did you ruin the cake?” She interrupted you.

She ran to grab some paper towels to help you clean your arm. You let the knife go as you look at the ruined cake in front of you, the strawberry jam dripping to the floor. Then you look at Aemond who was serious and looking a bit worried at you.

“It took you so much time to make this cake, why would you do this?” She asked concerned as she was still cleaning you up.

“I’m- I’m sorry… I don’t know-” You mumbled, too shocked to even speak.

Helaena stopped for a second. Look at your face and then look at her older brother… Just like that it seemed as if something had clicked inside her head. She took your hand with a serious look on her face that you have never seen before.

“My room. Now.” She spoke demandingly.

You only got to nod as she started to pull you out of the kitchen. You gave Aemond a last look before you felt your cheeks getting warm with embarrassment. He took a deep breath before breaking eye contact and started to clean the mess you left behind.

As you walked up the stairs behind Helaena, you felt so stupid and ashamed. Perhaps killing Aemond would not be the best idea.

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got a sweet asian chick

Jack Champion x South(east)Asian!reader

In which you and Jack have been dating for a while, and the two of you mutually agree to take the next step: meeting the family.

Word count: 4k

Warning: not proofread, english isn't my first language, rushed, lots of mistakes?

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: here you go Riah!! Enjoy reading everyone.🫶

"I think I'm sweating through my pants." Jack Champion was a confident man, usually able to mask his feelings with his goofy and silly behavior, but right for this instance, that silly demeanor was thrown out of the window as he stood in front of his home's mirror with shaking legs. He wore a black suit, the blazer a wrap plaid one as he topped it off with a black tie and dress shoes. "Baby, are you sure I shouldn't wear.. uhm.. your traditional clothing?" His lips were pursed as he forgot what it was called when he watched himself in the mirror. He was a white american, an entire different race than you and your family. Of course, that shouldn't matter at all, but he felt incredibly nervous. He was raised by his mother with respect and turned into a true gentleman, but he was afraid. Afraid he would fuck this up and make a fool out of himself. This was his first time meeting your relatives, after all. He felt nervous meeting your parents too, but they were quick to like him. Well, your mom. Your father was still protective when it came to you and boys, but that's how fathers will always be. Currently, the two of you were getting ready for your cousin's wedding. The loser of a cousin finally proposed to his now-fiancee, and you couldn't be happier for them. He was like a brother to you. This led to you asking Jack to be your date for the wedding, since he is your boyfriend and all. You understood that if he had declined, you had a huge family after all. You didn't even know 75% of the people, and you probably knew at least a hundred relatives. But to your surprise, Jack had agreed to accompany you, seeing it as the next step in your relationship. You saw your future in his eyes, after all. To say you were beyond excited was an understatement, finally sharing your culture with your boyfriend in the way it should be shown. Jack did know the basic stuff from visiting your home and eating with your parents, but they always tended to tone it down. This time, he could get the real experience. You were getting ready in his guestroom, as you had a ton of stuff to prepare for and needed all the space you could possibly use. From the other room, you replied to his question as you fixed your saree, "Jaanu (beloved), I'm sure of it. I would rather you introduce yourself as you, Jack Champion, my silly boyfriend. And that suit definitely screams your name." You looked at yourself in the mirror with the proudest look on your face as a few strands of your hair framed your face. The brown-beige colored shameen draped saree hugged your body as the jewelry on your wrists and neck were the cherry on top. Your earrings completed the outfit as a whole as they matched your makeup look. You bit your lip in satisfaction. You felt so beautiful in your own skin. But would Jack feel the same way?

"Wow," Jack stood in the dooropening, staring right into your reflection in the mirror as his jaw practically dropped to the floor. He was so used to you wearing acubi fashion: cargo pants, crop tops with half-zipped hoodies, that this side of you was such a shocker to him. Not a negative one, though. He walked up to you, still mesmerized by your beauty. His eyes checked you out from head to toe as he stood behind you, checking every curve and decoration on you. He slowly moved his hands to your waist, gripping your skin as he pushed you against him. The back of your head hit his chest as a blush covered your cheeks. You watched his expression through the mirror and his eyes held nothing but adoration and love, "You're so pretty. You're always so pretty and breathtaking, priya (beloved)." He had a funny American accent when he whispered the last part, but you couldn't help but blush. He took his time learning about your culture and your ways. Even though he was a busy man with his acting job, he always made time for you. Jack Champion was the man of everyone's dreams. And he was yours.

Your parents had picked you up from Jack's house, his mom begging him to take a lot of videos and pictures for her to relive the moment before the two of you had left. She couldn't help but make the two of you pose in front of the house, taking a ton of pictures of her son holding your waist as your hand were resting against his chest. Like the gentleman Jack was, he opened the cardoor for you to get seated. While in the car, you seated next to Jack in the backseat, your mother spoke up, "My dāmāda (son-in-law), how are you feeling? About the wedding?" A blush crept up on your cheeks at that nickname. Your mother took a liking to your boyfriend, and you couldn't be happier about how accepting she was. You had a feeling it happened after he told her about his job at such a young age, but the more he was around, the more she grew to like him for who he was. Your father thought different about it, though, as a grumble left his lips at the way your mother called your boyfriend. He did earn a smack from your mother in return. Jack brought his right hand to your thigh to caress it as his other hand moved to hold onto yours, his thumb rubbing your skin, "I can't lie. I'm pretty nervous, but also excited to get the real cultural experience with my girlfriend by my side." He was so cheesy, but you couldn't help but smile at his words.

From the rear mirror, your father watched how lovey dovey the two of you were being. Even though you tried your best to be as discreet as possible, your father would rather not have Jack in his car at all. Let alone him being so acceptable of the touches you shared. "Please keep your hands away from my d- ow priya (beloved)!" Your mother had slapped your father before he was able to finish his sentence. You shook your head as you gave Jack a reassuring smile, taking both his hands and holding them in your lap. He gave you a smile in return as he played with your fingers, something he did whenever he needed to calm down. You leaned closer to him as you pulled one of your hands away from his grip to stroke the strands of hair out of his eyesight. The two of you were acting like a cheesy, newly wedded couple, but you didn't care. As long as he was by your side, everything would be okay.

Being the gentleman Jack was, he had gotten out of the car the moment your father had parked to go ahead and open your door for you. You had blushed yet again at this action. You were easily swooned when it came to him. You grabbed onto his exchanged hand as you grabbed your sari with the other to lift the fabric off the floor as you stepped out of the car. A blush had covered Jack’s pale skin as he watched your every move. You looked, no, you were someone out of a fairy tale. You were beyond beautiful, breaking the scale as you were above it. “well thank you, my prince Naveen.” The both of you knew that ‘prince charming’ would have been the usual phrase, but you didn’t like that. Prince charming didn’t have any personality and Jack was the complete opposite of that, so you had decided to settle on Naveen, who was also your favorite Disney prince. Very ironic, considering your ethnicity. “Y/N!!” You were almost knocked on your butt at the sudden force running into, if that weren’t for Jack holding you by the small of your back. “My sweet boni (wild berry)!” You engulfed her in your arms as you held her against your hip, “for sure has been a while, hasn’t it?” You got a nod in response as she wrapped your arms around you, “missed you!” She had exclaimed, before she made direct eye contact with Jack, who had put on the brightest smile as he waved at her. She shyly waved in return, thinking the older boy in front of her was quite handsome.

“I knew she would be here. Assalamu Alaikum, bhanjee (sister’s daughter).” One of your hundred aunts came up to you, putting her hand on your arm as she leaned to press her cheek against yours. You smiled as you greeted her in return, “Wa’alaikum Salaam, auntie.” You felt Jack shift as his grip on the small of your back tightened. You put your cousin down, before putting your hand on Jack’s chest, the other hugging his arm close to you. “Auntie, this is my boyfriend, Jackson.” Your aunt had looked at the boy from head to toe, making him shake in his shoes. He put his hand on his chest as he nodded his head to greet her, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. And just Jack is alright with me.” You had looked at your aunt for approval, as she still analyzed his figure. “Aren’t you a tall handsome boy! What do your parents do, hm? Please call me auntie!”

If you could crumble through the ground, it would have happened right there and then. “Oh thank you, auntie! Uhm my mom studied bio-“

“Oh doctor!! When are the two of you getting married!”

A heavy blush had covered Jack’s cheeks as you basically pulled Jack with you towards the venue, “Auntie we are going to greet the others, please excuse us!” As you speed walked off with your boyfriend trailing behind you.

“I am so sorry for her,” you bit your lip as you looked down in shame. The two of you were still so young and for your auntie to start talking about marriage, “I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable with that question.” You saw your future in him, even though the two of you were still so young, and you didn’t know if Jack felt the same way. Instead of an awkward response, a laugh had erupted from him, “It’s okay darling. After all, you having my last name doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?”

You had smacked his chest, “We aren’t even twenty, Jack!”

The two of you had walked around greeting other relatives, some you knew and most you didn’t. It was the usual ‘I held you when you were just a baby!’ and ‘I remember when you just learned how to walk’ moment, where you awkwardly smiled in response. The moment they saw Jack, they had all interviewed him like true interviewers whenever he was on press tours. He didn’t mind though, as he would try his hardest for you. Their defensive behavior disappeared the moment he had told them he was an actor, your relatives linking this to being rich. Word spread about you bringing in your white famous boyfriend, other people coming up to the two of you to ask you questions about your relationship. You already felt your social battery draining and the ceremony hadn’t even started yet, so you pulled Jack to the side as another storm of relatives flooded in, late as always cause everyone could never be on time. Luckily for them, the soon-to-be-married couple already counted on this. Once Asian, always Asian. “I have never seen a family this big before.” He had leaned down to whisper that in your ear, his lips pressed against your ear as his hot breath fanned against your skin. His hand was holding your waist as he pulled you closer, “did I already tell you that you look incredible tonight, babe.”

Your hands traveled to his chest, gripping onto his blazer as you looked around, “isn’t this kind of inappropriate of you to do at the wedding of your new family, sir Champion?”

His eyes sparkled as he pulled his face away to flash you a grin, “I can’t help it, mrs. Champion. I like the physical contact.” You chuckled in response, pressing a quick kiss against his plump lips before pulling yourself away from him, the only physical contact being your arm hooking into his. So far, you had mostly met aunties, uncles and distant cousins. Jack didn’t know what was about to come. The scariest part of meeting an Asian family: the older cousins. They were probably running late as always.

“Before you can call me mrs. Champion, you still have some obstacles to win, Jackson Champion.” You weren’t going to lie, you were incredibly worried about him meeting your grandparents and older cousins. You were one of the youngest, so they were extra protective when it came to you. “Which is?”

Before you could answer your dear boyfriend, one of your relatives had gotten on stage with a microphone in her hand, “Namaste, family, friends. We have come here together,” She did her introduction speech, before telling everyone to sit at one of the hundreds of round tables in the huge venue. You smiled at your boyfriend and pulled him along, looking for any familiar faces you could sit with. “(Y/N), here!” You heard your name being called as you looked around. Among the crowded tables, you spotted a few heads peeking out from the crowd. Your older cousins. All sitting together. Holding one chair free for you. You didn’t tell them about Jack coming. You gulped as you headed their way. This was it, the true judging of your boyfriend.

“well good day, rats.” You smirked as they all stood up to engulf you in a hug, or a handshake. Jack stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to introduce him. “Now who is this?” one of your cousins spoke up, walking over to one of the only white people in the room, being sweet Jack.

“guys, this is m-“

“how couldn’t you tell us?! You have been seeing someone all along?!”

“If you could shut up and let me speak, thank you.” You took a step towards Jack, hugging his arm in your chest as you smiled sweetly, “This is obviously my sweet and handsome boyfriend, Jack.” Your older cousins gaped at one another. Even though they had figured it out on their own the moment you walked in with a white boy, they still couldn’t believe it that their little cousin would grow up so early. “Your type differs so much from us, that’s not in a bad way of course! Nice to meet you Jack, I’m ….” Your only first female cousin had spoken up, making the decision to walk up to him with her hand extracted. Jack felt much more at ease, a bright smile on his face as they shook hands. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

You gave your other cousins a look, telling them to be nice to your boyfriend. They all groaned, but agreed. They didn’t want you unhappy, after all. All your cousins had greeted Jack, who felt delighted as he felt them opening up to him. You all took a seat, as you secretly stole a chair from the table next to you for Jack to sit down next to you. He put his hand on your thigh as your touch made him feel at ease. You smiled and put your hand on his. The table was decorated with flowers and a beautiful woven cloth, on top all kinds of snacks to eat from. Your relative prepared for her next speech, waiting for everyone to settle down in their seats, as you pulled a few bowls closer to the two of you. You faced Jack, who looked down at the three snacks. “What are these?” he had asked out of genuine curiosity, excited to try it. “So this is aloo tikki, it’s like a fried potato patty. This is banana chips, it’s basically fried overripen bananas. This last one is samosas, it’s my all time favorite. I’m sure you had this before, it’s the potato filled pastry.” You explained as you pointed to all the dishes, given them their easiest description for him. Jack took notice how it was all fried, in oil. He was sure he needed to go to the gym tomorrow, because of all the delicious food he will eat. He first went for the safe option, the one he already knew, the samosas. “warning baby, these are much spicier than the ones I made for you.” You got up from your seat, “let me go get you something to drink, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

“So Jack, what do you do?” one of your cousins had asked him once you went off to the other side of the venue.

“I’m an actor. I have been doing it since I was a child, and now I made my passion my career.” Jack explained, turning to your cousin as he used his hands while talking.

Your other cousin chimed in, “In what movies do you play? Like genre?”

“So far, horror and science fiction. My most recent role was one in scream s-“

Before Jack could finish his sentence, your female cousin chimed in, “OH MY GOD! YOU’RE THE HUMAN KID FROM AVATAR!” She almost fell off her chair as she did so, standing up from her seat and pointing at him, “You’re the bug! The one with the bug name!” her accent clear as she spoke out of pure excitement. In the meantime, your other cousins just stay quiet as they watch their cousin scream like a true Asian mom on the phone. God, this was embarrassing.

Jack tried his best to hold his laughter, “Yes, I play spider yes.”

“Do you plan on playing in romance movies?” the vibe suddenly got dark, as all your cousins stared right into his eyes. It made him nervous, but he knew he couldn’t do more than tell them the truth. “It would be interesting to be in one, as it’s different from what I usually do, but if (Y/N) feels uncomfortable with that thought, then I won’t. I don’t want my relationship to be in danger. There are a lot of other genres with good movie plots.”

Once you had returned with your drinks, it looked like your cousins had opened up just a tad. You didn’t know what they had talked about, but it must be good. You brought him a glass of water to neutralize his tastebuds as you brought a cola for yourself. He didn’t expect the spice to hit him this hard, his mouth on fire as he teared up. Your cousins had laughed at him as he sipped his water, holding onto your hand as he did so. You gently rubbed his cheeks as you grinned, “Now where is my Champion?”

The ceremony had started soon after. Your cousin looked so beautiful in her attire, almost making you tear up as your hand clasped over your mouth. Jack scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, his other hand rubbing your hand. It might be wishful thinking, but that could be Jack and you in a decade. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in stock for the two of you. Thank god that you wore waterproof mascara, because you bawled your eyes out the moment they had exchanged rings. “baby, it’s okay I’m here.” He had whispered as you sniffed, trying to get it together.

After the ceremony, the dancing began. First it started out as performance dancing, with professional dancers in cultural attires as they put on a show. Jack had taken his phone out to film the happening, so fascinated by the different approach of a wedding. Soon, couples gathered on the dance floor as the professional dancers left the floor. Thee newly wedded couple danced in the middle as the other pairs danced around them. You had gotten up, taking his hand in yours as you pulled him off your chair, “now come on!”

“babe, I don’t know the dance moves-“

“But you know how to dance! Come on!”

You pulled him on the dancefloor, for the sake of your social anxiety and him being in the presence of your huge family, you had decided to stay at the side. “Come on, lets just have fun. Doesn’t matter what we dance, you take the lead Champ.” He grinned at you as he took you in his arms. At first he was a little stiff, twirling you around and moving you from side to side. But as time passed, he grew more comfortable: more himself. The dances got more ‘Jack’ when he did his iconic dance, making you laugh as you threw your head back. The two of you forgot everyone around you as you were only focused on one another, enjoying the moment with the brightest smiles on your face. A sight captured by many.

Eventually, the two of you left the dancefloor, as food would be served soon. You went to the restroom to fix yourself up, Jack following you like a lost puppy as he held onto your hand. You were inside the restroom, touching your makeup and hair up as Jack stood outside, your hands linked together through the door crack. Then you proceeded to return to your table, food already ready and served. It was a plate filled with fresh roti: masala potatoes and chicken, eggs and green beans filling your nostrils. A side of madame jeanette to go with it. Jack had pulled your chair out for you to sit on, before taking a seat himself, “what’s this?” He had asked as he analyzed the plate in front of his nose.

“So this is my favorite dish actually, it’s roti with a bunch of side dishes you eat this with.” You explained as you opened the little wipe packet they gave you to go with, since it’s a dish you’re supposed to eat with your hands. You gave it to Jack as you opened your own wipe, “this is a dish you eat with your hands, so that’s what the wipes are for.” He copied your ways, wiping his fingers down with the wipe as well.

“Okay, so you rip some of the flatbread and you hold it like you’re going to scoop something, then you grab a little bit of everything and put it in your mouth.” You explained as you followed your own instructions, adding some of the madame jeanette to it as well. He had seen you done that, “What is the yellow sauce?” He asked as his eyes focused on his plate. He wasn’t used to eating at all. Of course he ate pizza and chicken wings with his hands, but this still felt different. This felt more cultural. You watched him struggle to split the potatoes in half without letting it fly through the sky. It was kind of cute?

Your gaze returned on his expression as you answered his question from earlier, “It’s spicy, I am not sure if you can handle it. Do you still want to try?”

He nodded, eager to do anything that has to do with your culture. Eager to learn.

“Say ah?”

“huh?”

“I said ‘ahh’ silly.”

“ahh?” Jack had opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing what you meant by it. You then fed him your portion, making him blush a dark shade of red as you pushed the food inside his mouth with your thumb. You pulled your hand away, looking at his expression with a bright grin. As he chewed, his eyes widened when the spice hit his tongue. It felt like his tastebuds were burning off. He had swallowed though, since the taste was exquisite. If only he could taste it better without the distracting spice. You quickly brought the glass of water to his lips, your hand under his chin as he eagerly gulped his drink done, his hand on yours to keep the cup steady.

This sure was an experience to tell at home.

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partially-controlled-chaos · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday because I forgot to post this last night

Once again coming in with a WIP Wednesday because I still haven't finished this chapter of New Life Shall Prosper. Hopefully I should have this posted by the end of the week or early next week, depending on my work schedule.

Admittedly I've also been working on a completely separate fluffy Halsin oneshot that's taken my attention away from this, but I had to start writing that one because it's consumed my thoughts lately.

When the excitement from the birth had calmed and you had gotten settled in your bed, you finally felt the exhaustion from the previous days settle in your bones. Despite the immediate healing potions you’d consumed and spells that had been conjured offered you temporary relief and mending, your body would still need time to heal and adjust; magic could only do so much. Although that was admittedly a thought you’d pushed to the back of your mind for now as your mind was consumed by nothing but the small bundle nestled closely to your chest.

You yawned deeply, trying your best to stay awake to take in every sweet moment you could with your newly delivered little one. They were pressed against you, taking their first feeding from you since the delivery, as you observed every little detail they offered. Admittedly, you were surprised with just how small they were, considering the sheer looming size Halsin presented and just how hard you had labored, you’d anticipated a rather large baby. Instead, your child was remarkably tiny, but perfectly healthy. The labor had been agonizing and painful, but you found that the reward that came from your efforts was far greater than any amount of discomfort or pain you had tolerated. In this moment, everything was perfect and you wanted nothing more than to spend eternity cradling your child.

“Hello there, little one.” You whispered as their eyes opened briefly, placing a soft kiss to the forehead. A beautiful mixture of blue and gold swirled in their eyes, a coloring that was distinctly Halsin’s, and were framed by unusually long lashes. For a moment, you felt as if you were gazing into his own, a pleasant warmth spreading across your chest. You gently ran your finger along the short distance from their forehead to the tip of their nose, marveling at just how soft their skin was, before brushing a few strands of hair to the side. Tiny ears came to the most perfect of points and twitched slightly at the warm breeze lazily coming through the window.

Once they had their fill, you gently wiped their mouth with the edge of the blanket before settling them back high on your chest and surrounding them in warmth. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes as you heard the tiny grunts and mewls coming from your newborn, already finding it to be your favorite sound in the world. You felt their small hand grasp at your skin and you quickly offered a finger to the baby, smiling when you saw the tiny fingers barely wrap around your slender digit. You adored the tiny fingers in your grasp, softly placing another kiss to them before returning them under the blanket. Euphoria and bliss were the only words you could use to describe how you felt, but they paled in comparison to the true feelings swirling in your chest.

As always, this is unedited and could change once I get the final draft up. Thank you to everyone who had enjoyed this fic so far! Planning on having one more chapter after this one because I don't want it to be too long.

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starlight-shades · 1 year

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch. 9

• summary – Johnny gets arrested (x2)

• rating – M

• wordcount – 4.3k

• warnings – mentions of previous character deaths, corrupt cop

• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Ch. 1 Ch. 8 Ch 10.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He allowed the steady beat of the hammer to lull his mind into a sort of static.

Ghost wasn’t thinking about anything. No. That had been all he did last night instead of sleeping. Today, he was working. Today was for making Ailsa and Duncan feel safe again, for keeping them fed and safe and happy.

Price and Gaz had been a godsend in that regard. The gryphon had returned some time in the night and the two of them had helped him. There was no mention of Johnny. Simon didn’t ask.

Currently, Price was half-shifted with his wings out, and he and a fully shifted Gaz were tossing a squealing Ailsa through the air.

They were high enough off the ground that it made Simon nervous, but everyone involved had reassured him that no, no one was going to fall, and even if they did, it wasn’t high enough to hurt. He had only agreed after they dragged the extra mattress outside to serve as a landing pad. Duncan had made a game of being dropped onto it from the air only to bounce when he landed.

“My turn!” he announced. It made Simon smile. This game had been the first time he had noticed Duncan having so much fun that it brought him out of his shell. Even when he got excited about various insects to show Simon, he was quiet. He showed his emotion where his sister shouted hers.

“I want to keep going!” Ailsa protested.

“We’re taking turns, darling,” Price reprimanded gently as Gaz swooped down to scoop up Duncan. “How about you give the mattress a jump?”

“Fine!”

With the sounds of happy children in his periphery, Ghost continued to hammer away at the cabin extension. He had finished the foundation the week before, and now he was beginning to erect the frame of it.

When he was finished, there would be three additional rooms. They were all slightly larger than his own bedroom. He was still debating if he was going to add a second bathroom for when the pups were older. That might be a project to put off for a later date.

Besides, the one bathroom was working fine for the four of them. Or would it be three of them?

No. He was not thinking about it.

Something startled the shifters playing below him.

“Simon!” Ailsa yelled. “The phone!”

He chuckled. It was probably Laswell letting him know she was coming.

“Did you hear that from all the way out here?” Simon asked, smiling softly at her as he climbed down from where he was perched. Something twinged at the motion, reminding him that he got up to some vigorous activities the day before.

Both she and Duncan barreled over to him, clinging to his legs.

“I heard it too,” Duncan insisted, not one to be left out.

“What big ears you have,” he teased, picking him up and propping him on his hip while he ruffled Ailsa’s hair with his free hand.

“No, silly, it’s because we’re wolves,” she argued.

He could hear the ringing as he approached the door, moving swiftly so he could catch Kate before she got the answering machine he was half certain he had set up.

When he picked up the phone, he skipped the greeting and said “So when are you getting here?”

“Hey, Si…”

It was not Laswell.

Simon signed his name on the last of the forms as he waited for one of the uniformed officers to bring Johnny out.

Arrested. He scoffed. So that’s where he had been.

Before he left the house, he had finally asked Gaz about the night before.

“We ran together for a bit before he said he needed to be alone to sort some things out. I thought he was just gonna have a think, not do something stupid!” Gaz had said, defending himself against Price’s dour look.

“It’s Soap. You didn’t think he was going to do something stupid? When his pups and his… Simon are involved?”

He hadn’t stayed to hear the rest of the conversation.

The police station in town was small. He recognized most of the people working there even if he didn’t know them by name. They apparently knew him, though. And Johnny.

“Alright, Mr. Riley, Mr. MacTavish will be out in just a minute,” the receptionist said when he handed her the pile of completed forms.

He hadn’t introduced himself.

Tension crept its way into his shoulders, leaving them high and tight. He had to deliberately relax them to adopt the appearance of nonchalance. Didn’t want to draw any more attention than necessary.

Soon enough, Johnny appeared through the doorway that led deeper into the station. He looked disheveled, like he hadn’t slept. His hair, which was normally tousled, was unkempt with flyaways going in every direction. There were deep purple bags under his eyes. The button-down he had worn for their date was wrinkled worse than it had been when they got back to the cabin. There were some stains that he couldn’t identify sprayed across it as well. One that looked suspiciously like blood.

“Simon,” he breathed. The expression on his face was a cross between embarrassed and relieved.

Without saying anything, Ghost turned around and left the building, unsurprised when he heard footsteps behind him. They walked in silence to the car, but as soon as they were inside, it was broken.

“Si, I can explain—“ Johnny started.

“We moved too fast,” Ghost cut him off.

“What?”

He sounded confused. Simon couldn’t bring himself to look.

“We moved too fast,” he repeated. “It was irresponsible. We have Duncan and Ailsa to think about.”

“What are you saying?” There was a hitch in his voice. “If this is because of last night, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was uncalled for, I was just frustrated!”

“John.”

There was a pause before Johnny launched back into desperately trying to get him to understand. “I wasn’t going to do anything, I was just watching Collins! The bastard wouldn’t leave us alone, so I wanted to see how he liked it. He was at the pub, so I had a few drinks, I wasn’t even drunk!”

“You were arrested for drunk and disorderly!” he yelled, finally raising his voice. Calming slightly, he spoke again. “You were arrested, John, for being drunk and getting into a fight.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again because I will always defend my pack—“

“What am I supposed to say to the children? They heard the phone call, they know you were arrested. What kind of example are we supposed to set for them?” Ghost’s voice was low, serious.

“I’m sure they’ll understand if I explain—“

“They’ll understand what? That going out of their way to fight humans in public is okay? As long as they’re ‘protecting their pack?’ They’re five! Except now you’ve drawn more attention! You accuse me of not doing anything, but this is exactly what I was trying to avoid!”

“Si, will you just look at me?”

He turned the key in the ignition without acknowledging the question. The rumble of the engine as he pulled out of the parking lot was the only sound for several minutes.

“My priority is and always will be Duncan and Ailsa. The best way I know to keep them safe is to keep them away from everything. The less anyone knows about them, the better.”

“I’m sorry,” Johnny murmured. “Please look at me, Simon.”

“I shouldn’t have let my personal feelings compromise that,” Ghost continued, still ignoring Johnny.

“Please don’t do this,” he begged. Simon had never heard him sound so small.

“I still need your help with the children. They need to know how to be wolves. But you and I, we’re done.”

“Aye… okay…”

He allowed himself one small glance over at the passenger seat.

Johnny was leaned back into the headrest with his eyes closed, silent tears streaming down his face. He looked utterly exhausted.

They had nothing more to say to each other for the rest of the drive back to the cabin.

Simon refused to identify the pain he was feeling as heartbreak.

Duncan and Ailsa were still in their human-shape when they arrived home.

They eased the hurt in the way that children do so easily with their joy.

“Johnny!” Ailsa squealed, barreling past him to jump into Johnny’s arms.

He caught her easily, spinning her around once before setting her back on her feet.

“Hey there bonnie girl,” he chuckled. Simon could see his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

As Duncan came over, Simon scooped him up and propped him on his hip. The boy nuzzled his face into Simon’s neck before he turned to look at Johnny.

“Hi, Johnny. What’s arrested?”

So they were going to get right into it.

Simon raised a brow at Price and Gaz who gave him sheepish looks. When Johnny looked at him beseechingly, he just stared back.

“Uh, well. I broke the rules, so the police took me to jail for the night, like a time-out…” He stumbled his way through an explanation when it was clear he would not be getting any help from the other adults in the room.

“The mean man who keeps asking questions?” Ailsa asked, reaching up for Johnny to pick her up again.

“Yeah…” It was clear he didn’t know how to answer her.

Taking pity on him, Price spoke up.

“Ailsa, love, why don’t you show them the picture you did?”

She visibly brightened and squirmed her way out of Johnny’s arms, racing over to the kitchen table which was covered in crayons, colored pencils, and markers. Ailsa snatched up the open sketchbook on the table, and ran back. She paused before she showed them her drawing. Her gaze was trained on the floor in an unexpected display of shyness.

“Um, well, I drew us, our pack,” she explained, turning the sketchbook around so Simon and Johnny could see.

There, as little stick figures, were six shapes in the center of the page. There were two blobs in the middle with triangle shaped ears. One one side were two figures with wings, holding hands. They both had what appeared to be hats. On the other side were two more figures. One sort of squarish while the other was lankier with two triangles on the head.

“That one’s me,” Duncan said quietly, pointing to a vaguely wolf-shaped blob in the middle of the page.

“I could tell,” Johnny hummed. “This is very good, Ailsa. I like how you gave me my wolf ears.”

She giggled and blushed. “Simon’s not a wolf, so he has regular ears, see?” Her little finger pointed to the rather comically large ears she had put on the square figure with yellow hair.

“I like the faces you drew on the clouds,” Simon added.

Both Ailsa and Duncan’s smiles faded.

“That’s Mummy and Da. They’re up in the sky now,” she explained.

“I’m sure they’d love your drawing too, darling,” Simon told her, gathering her close and kissing the top of her head. “What do you say we put this up somewhere?”

She smiled again at that, nodding eagerly before running off to find the perfect spot.

“Did you do anything fun, Bug?” he asked, craning his neck to look at the child in his arms.

He gave him a secret sort of smile and nodded.

“Yeah? What did you do?” Johnny pushed gently.

“We read some books, didn’t we?” Gaz provided, coming close to ruffle Duncan’s hair. “We read ‘A Very Hungry Caterpillar,’ on account of the caterpillar.”

“I liked it,” Duncan whispered to Simon, “But I like when we read at bedtime better.”

“That’s cuz Gaz isn’t very good at reading,” Johnny mock-whispered, nudging Gaz with his elbow.

“Oi! I can read perfectly well, thank you very much!” he protested, shoving Johnny right back.

“Well tell that to the five-year-old who says Si is better,” he laughed, looking up and meeting Simon’s eyes before his grin fell away.

They stared at each other for a moment, letting all the what-ifs sink into the space between them. The children looked at one, then the other. The silence was definitely awkward.

He cleared his throat and set Duncan back on his feet.

“I’ll uh, get started on dinner,” he muttered, escaping to the kitchen.

“Si…” Johnny started, but Ghost just brushed past him.

It’s quieter in the kitchen. Price and Gaz stay out with the pups and Johnny in the living room.

Simon goes through the motions, ignoring every echo of a memory when he does something that Johnny taught him. It helps that he’s making so much more food than usual. Though it’s not the first time Gaz and Price have stayed for dinner, and he’s grateful that by now he’s mostly figured out the right amount to make.

There’s a lull when he sticks the roast in the oven. He’s not entirely sure what to do with himself. He can hear Ailsa laughing in the other room, and after a moment Duncan’s quieter giggles, but he’s deliberately got his back turned.

When a hand touches his shoulder, he startles, whipping around and twisting the offending arm backwards.

“Just me!” Price announces a moment too late. He winces when Simon let’s go of his arm.

“Sorry.”

“No, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you,” he said, shaking his hand out. “You’ve got good reflexes there.”

He grunted, moving towards the cabinet where he kept the liquor. This seemed like the evening to have a drink. Simon looked back at where Price had settled back against the counter and held up the bottle of whiskey in a silent offer.

“Yeah, I could do with a glass.”

Between them, the only sound was from the ice clinking in the glasses and the slosh of alcohol. Wordlessly, Price accepted the tumbler from Simon. They stood on opposite sides of the kitchen, sipping at their drinks while waiting for the other to be the first to break the silence.

With a sigh, Simon decided it would have to be him. He didn’t have the energy to beat around the bush.

“Is this where you tell me to give him another chance?” Simon gave him a droll look.

“No,” Price admitted, surprising him. “I wanted to make sure you knew that no matter what happens with you and Soap, Gaz and I’ll always be here for you and the little ones. You’re pack now.”

“Oh,” he breathed, letting his shoulders fall back. “Thanks.”

“I will say one thing on Soap, though.”

Simon tossed back the rest of his glass in one go, letting the burn of the liquor brace him.

“John’s a good man. Can be an idiot, but the boy’s as loyal as they come. I hope he does right by you, Simon.”

He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. The burn behind his eyes was from the liquor, not tears, he told himself. When Price took his drink and left the kitchen, he was nothing but grateful.

“Why don’t we go outside for a bit? I bet I could find a few flames in me,” he heard him say, gathering everyone so Simon could be alone.

So he could cry in peace.

That’s the thing that got him. No matter how many times he was reminded that it was the people he trusted who could hurt him the most, it still hurt when he pushed them away. He couldn’t win.

Simon sank to the floor, clutching his empty glass to his chest and let silent sobs wrack his body.

He would do it again, he told himself. No price was too high to keep those children safe. Even his own broken heart.

The next few days were awkward. Simon and Johnny no longer shared the bed with the pups. It was one or the other again. If it wasn’t about Duncan and Ailsa and their care, they didn’t speak to each other. When it was the two of them alone in a room, Simon quickly left.

There were a few times when Johnny had tried to speak to him, but Simon shut him down every time.

Duncan was the first to pick up that something was very different. He sat on the ground, watching Simon measure out where the door should go from the main cabin into the extension.

“Simon?”

“Yeah, Bug?”

“Are you mad at Johnny?”

Oh.

He sighed. “Um, yeah. I’m not very happy with him right now.”

“Oh.”

Simon looked back at Duncan who was quietly shredding a blade of grass. When he felt Simon’s gaze on him, he paused and looked up.

“Are you mad at me?”

He immediately dropped the measuring tape and got to his knees, gathering the boy in his arms. Duncan very quickly settled into his favorite position with his face tucked in Simon’s neck.

“Oh no, Bug, I’m not mad at you. Whatever happens between me and Johnny will never change how I feel about you.” He stroked Duncan’s hair, pushing some of the longer pieces out of his face. “Okay?”

The boy nodded.

Ailsa was less tactful in her questioning. Simon was sitting with her as she drew in her sketchbook.

“Does this mean you and Johnny aren’t married anymore?”

He choked on his saliva, coughing a few times.

“Umm, no,” he started. “Johnny and I were never married.”

That confused her. She paused what she was doing, her face scrunching up in an expression he should not find as cute as he did.

“But you live together. And you smell is all mixed up together like Mummy and Da’s.”

“Yes, but he moved in when you and Duncan started living here,” he tried to explain, choosing to ignore the comment about their smell. Sometimes he forgot about the heightened senses. Simon didn’t believe in lying to children, but he also wasn’t sure how much to tell her.

“Where did he live before?”

“With Price and Gaz.”

“But Price and Gaz are married. Does that mean Johnny was married to them?”

He had to stop himself from chuckling. “No, love. Just because adults live together doesn’t mean they’re married.”

“Oh.”

She then went right back to her coloring, leaving Simon feeling like he just went a round in a boxing ring.

When the time came for Simon to go down to the police station for his appointment with D.C. Collins, things were still very strained.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be,” he said as he shrugged on his jacket.

Johnny nodded. He had the look of a kicked puppy these days. Simon found it distracting.

“If the phone rings while I’m gone, it’s probably Laswell. She should be coming any day. You can tell her where I am. If it’s anyone else, take down their information then hang up.”

“Aye.”

Simon ducked down to kiss each of the pups goodbye. They were in their wolf-shape today.

“Be good. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

The drive to the station was uneventful and soon enough he found himself in front of one of the more unpleasant people he had ever met.

“D.C. Collins interviewing Mister Simon Riley,” Collins spoke into the machine recording their conversation.

They sat in an interrogation room. The chairs were uncomfortable. Stainless steel. So was the table they sat at.

As Collins flipped through the file in front of him, Simon glanced at the metal ring welded to the table. It was used to thread handcuffs to to keep subjects’ hands visible. His eyes flicked around the room. There was a disturbing amount of familiarity to it. Ghost catalogued every item he could see, picturing in his head how he would use it to break Collins.

“Simon Riley, age forty-three. Single it says on your taxes.” Collins looked up at him as if to confirm.

He nodded. Ghost was very familiar with the file on the table and all the lies it was filled with. It was blank in a lot of places too. It had been a rush job when he retired. He hadn’t wanted to spend too much time on it.

“If you could speak your answers out loud for the recording,” he said, sounding annoyed.

So there was no video. Good information to have.

“I’m not married.”

Collins nodded. “There’s very little in your file on your background. No work history.” His eyes narrowed.

Ghost shrugged. “Should I be flattered you’ve spent so much time looking into me?”

“How long have you lived in the area?”

“Six years or so.”

“And where were you before that?” he pushed.

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

Collins barked out something that resembled a laugh. “You’re not at liberty to say…” he repeated. “Well can you tell me where you were on March 14th?”

Ghost settled back in his seat. This man was an amateur. “As I said before, I don’t keep a diary.”

Collins mirrored him, leaning back. “So you don’t have an alibi.”

He didn’t say anything, just waited for him to get to his next question.

“Your file says here you’re an only child—”

While he knew it was in there, Simon did not expect the pit in his gut at the words.

“So you’re unfamiliar with the bond between brothers,” Collins continued, his voice hard and low. “Let me educate you, Mr. Riley. My brother and I? We were as thick as thieves. He was my best friend. Jeff would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. So when he didn’t call like he said he would, I was surprised. He was supposed to come back from his trip and see me on his way home. But as I’m sure you’re aware, he never did.”

He whipped out a second folder, slapping three photos on the table, one of each of the hunters. Collins tapped so hard on the first one that it was a wonder he didn’t break his own finger.

“So you look at these men, and you tell me again you don’t know where you were on March 14th.”

Ghost had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“Like I said, I couldn’t tell you.”

The other man did his best to stare him down.

He leaned forward, and tried a different line of questioning.

“What is your relationship to the children in your care?”

“They’re under my guardianship.” Simon hoped Laswell had gotten all the paperwork properly filed in time.

“You’ve adopted them?”

“It’s in the works.”

“How did they come into your care?” Collins was far too curious about the children.

“I’m not sure how this is relevant, Detective Constable.”

“Humor me.”

“I don’t think I will. If you’d like to continue this conversation, I will require my legal counsel be present.”

“Hmmm,” Collins hummed, staring him down.

When Ghost didn’t budge, he glanced down at his watch. Whatever he saw had him smirking. Simon did not like that.

“Interview concluded,” Collins said into the recording device before shutting it off. “Thank you for your time, Mr. Riley.”

The smile on his face left Simon feeling uneasy.

As he was escorted to the lobby of the police station, the sinking feeling in his gut plummeted even further.

“Simon!”

“Johnny!”

What was he doing here? Why was he in handcuffs? Where were they taking him?

“They let me call Price and Gaz. They’re on their way to the cabin for the pups,” he called, tugging his wrists away from the officer leading him towards the back.

“Don’t say anything, Johnny, I’ll get you out!”

Despite being rather roughly hauled away in handcuffs, the look on Johnny’s face had been rather soft when he looked at Simon.

He hurried over to the receptionist’s desk.

“Is there a phone I could use?”

She directed him over to a phone that was hooked up off to the side. Quickly, he plugged in the number for his own landline.

He cursed as he heard it ringing. Again and again. Just when he thought no one would pick up, he was answered.

“Hello?”

“Gaz,” he breathed. “They’ve just brought Johnny in in cuffs.”

“Shit. Me and Price are with the little ones, but we have a guest staying over, and she insisted on coming. I’m sorry, Simon, we didn’t have time to stop her,” he rushed out.

“Do you trust her?” His knuckles were white where he gripped the phone.

“I—“ Gaz was cut off.

“Simon Riley.”

His breath rushed from him in utter relief. “Kate.”

“We’re on our way. Stay put. See if you can get in to see John.”

He exhaled. There was a mission now. He could focus on that.

Hanging up the phone, he turned back to the receptionist. He should really ask her name at this point considering he had spent so much time with her that week.

“What’s the process for getting in to see someone in custody?” he asked without preamble. Simon didn’t quite have it in him to be charming at the moment.

“Well, um, visiting hours will be over by the time Mr. MacTavish is processed, so you’d have to wait for tomorrow,” she explained.

“Is there any way I could see him today?”

She pursed her lips. “Well not unless you commit a crime yourself,” she laughed nervously, glancing back in the direction the officer had taken Johnny.

“Okay, thank you,” he said. Simon wouldn’t take his frustration out on her, it wasn’t her fault.

Looking around, he tried to find something he could use. There was a glass paperweight on the receptionist’s desk. He grabbed it.

“Does this have any sentimental value?” Ghost asked her.

“Well, no, but—“

Before she could finish protesting, he threw it as hard as he could to the ground. It shattered, sending glass flying everywhere.

A uniformed policewoman came running to the front looking rather frazzled.

“What happened?”

Ghost raised his hand. “That counts as destruction of property, right?”

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lulu-tutu · 2 years

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Boundless (One)

Chapter One: Freedom

Pairing(s): Rise!Leonardo x Fem!Reader x 2012!Leonardo

Summary: The Krang were the only people you knew, they were the only things you remembered. The Prison Dimension was your home for thousands of years, yet the time that passed felt far longer despite how you never actually aged during that time. The Krang were persistent in breaking you down as ruthlessly as they could, something along the lines of you being their only escape from the dimension. When they were set free, you thought you would finally be put out of your misery. Fate had other plans it seemed.

Chapter Overview: Ew, Krang. Reader don't remember shit about where she came from (understandably), oh, hello earth, oh, goodbye earth.

Warning(s): Movie spoilers, Krang, blood, slight gore? Reader isn't having a fun time, angst?

Word Count: 2,230

A/N: Welcome to my first series, been planning this for a little while now and I'm super pumped to get this out for you all. I have a lot planned, so prepare yourselves for angst, fluff, more angst, crossovers and more. Starts off with it taking place during the movie but it'll have twists at some point hehe If you wish to be tagged for the updates, just let me know! Enjoy this rollercoaster of a series! Ask questions if you wish, I'd love to hear theories!

(Chapter Two)

Time. You hated the very word. Time didn't even seem to exist in this dimension, though you supposed that didn't stop every second from dragging by painfully, only making your time there that more agonising. Ha, there that word was again. Time.

If you really thought about it, the Prison Dimension wasn't even that bad. If you had something to compare it to, you probably would have had a different opinion, but your mind had become so scattered over the years. Sure, there was literally nothing interesting as far as you knew, nothing but endless dark skies and rocky terrain. The only reason you hated being there was quite obvious; The Krang. The beings who were trapped with you for however long you've been there for. You wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the universe no longer existed when you thought about how much time must have passed.

Sometimes to pass the time you wondered on what your past life must have been like and why you had been thrown into such a place to begin with. No matter how hard you tried to remember, you would get nothing but a pounding headache, which didn't mix well with the Krangs torture methods.

As far back as your memory could take you, the Krang had kept you company in the Prison Dimension, but you would prefer loneliness over their presence any day. There use to be more of them, more of them to try and pry out whatever it was they saw in you to help set them free. You told them, pleaded with them that you were useless. You were trapped there with them, if you could escape, you would have done it years ago! Despite your pleas, they never relented. Not even after their numbers dwindled down to three, the worst three out of the bunch.

They tried everything they could on you, torture, bargaining, your freedom. None of it worked, not even when they entered your broken mind to find the answers they so desperately sought out. They must have been that desperate that they kept you alive.

"Ah," You raised your head from its hanging position to weakly grin at Sister Krang, her tentacles twisting wildly in some form of excitement as she peers down at your fatigued frame, "I thought you forgot about me."

You licked at the blood pooling at your upper lip thanks to your bleeding nose, the metallic taste familiar on your tongue. Your arms have gone numb from hanging above your head for so long, held up by thick, pink veins that wrapped around your wrists and ankles tightly. Even when your body was in a kneeling position, your legs had still gone to jelly, pins and needles attacking your nerves.

"Silence." The alien hisses, though you note quickly that her tone wasn't as threatening as it usually was, and that thought set off alarm bells. They were never happy, so what had changed?

You watch silently as she tears away at your binds, your limbs almost feeling naked without them on. When your arms were set free, you instantly crumbled to the ground with a loud groan, eyes squinting shut in pain as you try and regain feeling in your limbs. Even if you wanted to run, you were stuck. Both thanks to your weak legs and the fact that there was nowhere to run to.

"Get up." Sister Krang doesn't hesitate to carelessly pick you up herself with two of her tentacles, just high enough for your feet to drag across the ground as the large alien hauls you over to her awaiting siblings, the sight of the two not making the feeling in your stomach any better. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"It is almost time, I can feel it drawing closer." Leader Krangs words sent a shot of fear down your spine, your eyes wide as you tried to piece everything together. He couldn't be talking about escaping? Right? It was called the Prison Dimension for a reason, there was no escape!

There was no mistaking the excitement and thrill on the siblings faces, the way their weird bodies shifted as if on edge. It couldn't be happening. Swallowing the building saliva in your mouth, you crane your neck to shift your gaze between the three, "Don't- Don't I get in on the surprise?"

"Didn't I tell you to-" Sister Krang jostled you harshly, almost making you snap your neck before Leader Krang held a tentacle up, pausing her wild movements, which you thanked mentally.

"Leave her, sister. Where is the harm?" He grinned, baring sharp teeth in your direction as he slowly slithered closer until he was close enough to bite your head clean off if he wished. "We are finally being set free of this ghastly dimension, after thousands of years we will finally be free!"

You watched him take in your blank stare with amusement etched across his face, your blank stare drifting off towards the sky as it all hit you. You didn't understand. How? They had been tormenting you for years, years on end to help them escape, and now it was all for nothing? All the pain, the blood, the crying, it was for nothing? What were they even keeping you around for then? Why not dispose of your useless body while they could? They'd be doing all of you a favour.

The sound of sparks regains your attention, and only now did you notice the rapid beating of your heart. You hadn't felt this much fear in a while. The fear of the unknown.

"Yes, yes!" Sister Krang laughs, her body shuddering in delight all the while you stared with wide eyes at the portal opening in front of you, the force of it sending a harsh wind to whip your hair out of your eyes as a purple beam of light shoots up into the inky sky before disappearing.

Tentacles of different lengths and sizes slither past you all and head towards the portal, purple strikes of lightning flickering across the open space before you. Leader Krang was the first to move, his long limbs reaching out to the gateway as he pulls himself through it, leaving you alone with his siblings to wriggle around in horror. This only makes Sister Krang tighten her hold on you, a wheeze leaving your dry lips.

You didn't want to imagine who or what was on the other side, knowing that the Krang will overpower them easily. You could faintly hear movement on the other side of the portal, muffled but it was there and it didn't sound good.

You were about to sink your teeth into your captives limb as a last idea to free yourself when the voice of Leader Krang echoes from the other side of the gateway, "Brother, sister, join me. Time for us to finish remaking this universe in the image of Krang."

That was enough of an invitation to have the pair moving, which also meant that you were coming along for the ride, wether you wanted to or not. You weren't prepared to see what was on the other side, and a part of you would have preferred to stay in the Prison Dimension forever if it meant not witnessing the downfall of a helpless planet.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you pass through the portal, feeling the electricity in the air and the difference in the atmosphere almost immediately. It was like a breath of fresh air, literally. You only open your eyes when Sister Krang laughs, feeling her leap into the air with you still in her grasp as she lands besides her brother.

When she lands, you take a moment to try and take in your surroundings. It didn't look great, that was for certain, but the Krang was to blame for that. What took your main focus (despite you being light headed and out of it) was the people, living people. Beings other then gross, meaty Krang.

People dressed in all black with weird markings on their faces stared in shock or horror, or a mixture of both, at the sight of the aliens, their silence loud at their arrival. Were they the ones to release you? Were they that stupid?

As the Krang talked between each other, you tried to think up a plan to escape as quickly and easily as possible. It felt like an impossible mission with how tightly you were being squeezed, but you saw a glimmer of hope when Sister Krang threw you to the ground as she stretched her limps, "Oh, if you two don't mind, I haven't killed anything in ages."

Your small spark of hope was instantly crushed the second thick tentacles wrapped themselves around your body, keeping you locked to the ground as the smallest Krang sneers down at you, as if he had known you were going to try and do a runner.

"Oh, come on!" You cry out, slamming your fists against your confines as Sister Krang takes her leave to go on a murderous rampage, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes.

The sound of people fighting for their lives doesn't go unnoticed, and a part of you aches to call out for help when Little Krang slips off towards the portal, leaving you by yourself as debris start to fall around you as time passes.

With the Krang all busy, you decide that now was the time to act. With the little strength you have, you thrash around in the cocoon of tentacles, kicking and scratching against the tough skin, your cries getting louder as the seconds tick by that you aren't free.

The sound of sharp and spiky tentacles piercing the ground around you have you startled, were you caught? With ragged breathing, you lift your gaze to watch as the deathly tentacles come in contact with the ground further away from you, attacking someone that was stupidly approaching the gateway.

Suddenly, someone appears in your line of sight, someone who was running like their life depended on it, which wasn't wrong. They were like nothing you had ever seen before, though you don't remember much from before to begin with, but something told you that most people don't look like how they did. Green, stripes, a shell? Definitely not sparking anything in the memory bank.

They slide across the cracking floor to avoid the tentacle spears, their gaze set firmly ahead until Sister Krang pounced from behind him, one of her tentacles lunging forward and wrapping around his ankle, yanking him back, away from the portal.

Whatever they had grabbed onto must have been important, and this theory only proved itself when the portal to the Prison Dimension closed suddenly with a huge blast of purple energy. The blast had your eyes squeezing shut from the force and when you groggily opened them again, the tentacles holding you hostage had been torn to shreds.

You breath was stuck in your throat. This was your chance, no one was keeping watch on you, nothing was holding you back from leaving as quickly as your strained legs could carry you. Letting out a small choked breath, you turned your gaze towards the strange person who had just helped you without even knowing it, and then the hesitation dawned upon you.

You weren't sure where your moral compass lied, it had been that long that you barely even knew who you were as a person, but watching as the shelled person stared back at the Krang with wide eyes, you saw a part of yourself in him. You couldn't let someone else end up like you, not while you were still around and kicking.

Just as you were about to stand, another figure made itself known to you, and though he was much larger than his friend, you could tell that they were most likely related in some way or another. He had raced up the broken stairs and was probably on his way to help his buddy, he paused when he caught sight of you.

You swallowed and stared right back at him, hands torn up from the debris scattered around you, bruises littering your skin, you probably looked so small to him, fragile. You watched as he muttered to himself before rushing towards you at an incredible pace, making you flinch backwards in surprise.

His large hands come to gently grasp your shoulder, and it takes a lot out of you to not hiss in pain, even when his touch was feather light, "Look, I have to be quick, but where you're going, you'll be safe, alright? Just tell 'em Raph sent ya."

You blinked up at him, your mouth agape though no words leave your lips. Just when you finally find the courage to say something to him, he reaches out and places something on your chest, the sound of mechanics coming to life filling your ears.

"Wait-" You barely manage to get out before you were encased inside a box of sort, the small window in front of you giving view of his stressed expression as he turns and dashes towards the other shelled person, "Wait!"

You bash your fist against the glass window, feeling the box shift before you were suddenly flying off to who knows where, leaving behind your saviour, your captors and everything you remember.

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roselinbooks-archive · 8 months

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Dead Darlings Tag

Thank you @byjillianmaria for the tag! Check out her dead darling for There's Magic Between Us here.

I have had to bury many darlings over the years, but the most recent one is the scrapped prologue to Shifting Roots. This would have featured the POV of Breezeheart as he and Sunfire meet their untimely demise. I decided to scrap this scene for a few reasons:

It detracted from the mystery of what killed Breezheart and Sunfire

In a cast of characters this large, I thought it was more important for the reader to get to the perspectives of the lead characters ASAP.

There are a lot of queer characters in this cast but it didn't feel fantastic to start the book with two of them dying.

That said I do still like the prologue itself, so here it is:

The sun rose early over Alliance Lake. The cats that lived in the western marshes rose earlier.

Two toms made their way down to the lakeshore to watch the sunrise. They placed their paws where moss grew thick on the ground out of habit, though it had been nearly a month since the last heavy rain and the earth on their path had long since dried to a safe density.

The two toms were Breezeheart and Sunfire, rangers of the Marsh-lands. Sunfire held the title by blood, his large frame and thick golden pelt giving away his heritage to any cat who knew of the Alliance Lake colonies. Breezeheart was a Marsh-lander through bond, having arrived in the territory from the wastes beyond it as a young cat. He had trained alongside his brother to earn the chance to join the proud colony, and they had proven themselves true Marsh-landers by navigating the treacherous swamps alone in the dark. Though his smaller size set him apart from the natural-born marsh cats, Breezeheart knew he was where he belonged.

Sunfire led the way over the stepping stones that crossed the West River. The ground on the other side was drier, and the dawn light was already beginning to reach it. The rosy tint on the horizon was burning away with the eastern fields’ mists, changing to a brilliant gold before Breezeheart’s eyes. Summer was hurrying on its way with all the impatience of a kitten.

He snorted. “The Spirits to Come are as excitable as ever.”

“They aren’t the only ones today.” Sunfire pointed his muzzle skyward. “Look, the full moon has risen early! The Spirits Beyond will bless the Moonlight Meeting with good fortune.”

The full moon hanging in the morning sky was surely a good omen, but Breezheart did not need to see it to know there would be good news. He could hardly remember a time when bad news had been shared at a Moonlight Meeting. Perhaps an Elder might have passed, but there would be no concerns about famine or plague. He had left those worries behind him in the wastes.

In the daylight, the small island sitting in the lake was far from impressive. That night, under the light of the full moon and the watchful eyes of the Spirits Beyond, Moonlight Island would transform into a beacon of peace and prosperity for all the colonies of the Alliance.

Sunfire, however, was at his most handsome in the early morning light. When the first rays of his namesake touched his golden-ginger fur and sparkled in his blue eyes, he took Breezeheart’s breath away.

“The colony doesn’t leave until sundown. We have plenty to do until then,” Breezeheart reminded Sunfire. Although the golden tom was an Envoy, singled out as a cat of remarkable skill and the potential to lead the colony, he was prone to kittenish behavior when there was a celebration to look forward to.

Breezeheart, however, never forgot the seemingly endless number of tasks an experienced ranger could expect in a day. No colony cat was ever still for long once the sun was up, and Marsh-landers had to work fast to complete their morning tasks before the midday heat made the humidity unbearable. Breezeheart was even busier than most rangers--as a Mentor, it was his duty to make sure young Marsh-landers learned the skills they would need to be successful rangers.

He was not personally training a new-claw at the moment, but overseeing group practice kept him on his toes. Every ranger trained at least one new-claw during their service to the colony, but Breezeheart did not think he would recommend Halfmask or Falconswoop to be personal trainers again. Boulder should be having his ranger ceremony that night, but Halfmask had yet to break him of his mean streak or impart any values to the burly tom other than: might makes right. Falconswoop was a skilled ranger, but she was awkward around young cats and didn’t know what to do with Red, leading him to follow Boulder’s lead more than hers.

Pool and Ice were due to begin their field training once they received the blessing of the Spirits Beyond that night. Breezeheart had hoped to take Pool under his wing, but Captain Hawkshell had discreetly informed him and the other Mentor, Birdflight, that she intended to make Wildfur responsible for Pool’s field training. As much as Breezeheart wanted to trust his Captain’s judgement, he almost raised a complaint to the Council about it. Halfmask and Falconswoop were already struggling to handle their new-claws; giving Pool to the laziest tom in the colony would only make things worse.

Sensing the busy buzz of Breezeheart’s thoughts, Sunfire licked his ears. “I thought we’d go by the border with Oak Colony this morning. I fancy a spar with Dawnfrost or Vinestripe if we can catch them.”

Only Sunfire, who walked with confidence in every pawstep, would speak so casually of challenging another colony’s Envoys to a fight. Oak Colony was on good terms with Marsh Colony now, but according to the Elders, that had not always been the case. It was Captain Elmtail and Captain Hawkshell’s close friendship that had eased tensions between the two colonies, but both of them were getting on in years.

Perhaps that was why, after Whitefire retired as her Second in Command, Captain Hawkshell named soft-spoken Leafstorm as her successor instead of Sunfire. While Sunfire was a promising Envoy, his relaxed attitude toward borders and mock-battles with other cats would not be taken so kindly coming from a Captain. Rather than be discouraged, Sunfire only seemed that much more determined to pursue inter-colony battle training.

Breezeheart only rolled his eyes at Sunfire’s antics. “And if we meet some other cat who isn’t so keen on your sparring idea?”

“Then they’ll have to catch us!” Sunfire laughed. “And besides, there are songbirds in the branches there.”

The golden tom spoke as casually as ever, but the nervous sniff of his nose and flick of his tail gave away the romantic intent of the outing. He had been planning it for the better part of spring, when he first noticed the fledglings growing in their nests.

Breezeheart leaned against him and intertwined their tails. “Let’s hope no Oak Colony ranger interrupts them with their yowling, then. Besides, as much as I admire your skill in battle, I prefer you with all your fur on.”

“Breezy!” Sunfire huffed, though it came out as a purr near the end. He nuzzled the shorter tom. “No cat could get the best of me when I’m fighting for you.”

The two walked closely to keep their tails entwined and their pelts brushing against one another until they had to part to cross back over the West River. One of its many tributaries snaked away toward the northern reach of the marshes, up to Dry Stones, where the colony sheltered during floods. While the creek didn’t mark the border with Oak Colony exactly, it did make for a good guideline.

As they scouted along the borderland, Breezeheart was taken by a rush of pride in the marshes that were his home. He felt no envy for the Oak-landers’ thick tangle of forest, or Field Colony’s open and exposed meadows, or River Colony’s too-sunny shores. Every damp pawstep of the Marsh-lands and every cat within them were his to cherish and defend, all with Sunfire at his side. He couldn’t imagine a happier life, and he purred in satisfaction as he pressed his forehead to Sunfire’s shoulder.

Sunfire returned his purr and settled his muzzle between Breezeheart’s ears, tickling them with his twitching whiskers.

The golden tom jerked his head up. “I just remembered! Wait here, Breezy.”

“Wait for what?” Breezeheart asked, but Sunfire had already rushed off into the undergrowth. With a sigh, the gray tom settled onto his haunches and licked a paw, swiping it over his ears to get rid of the ticklish sensation.

The sun continued to rise in the sky, its light no longer soft or playful.

Breezeheart was about to give up on waiting and call out to Sunfire, assuming he’d gotten distracted by something, when the nearby ferns rustled. Breezeheart stiffened, the fur rising along his back. Whatever shook the fronds like that was too large to be prey, and a deep, musky odor unlike anything he’d smelled before met his nose.

“Sunfire, that better be you playing a trick,” Breezeheart said.

He dropped into a crouch, keeping his tail low and ears forward as he stalked toward the foliage. The crisp scent of the sparse pines that grew on the north end of Marsh Colony’s territory could not completely mask the foreign stench.

What was that foul smell? It was not pungent enough to be a skunk, not earthy enough to be a badger. Every so often Breezeheart caught a faint trace of Sunfire’s familiar scent, and he breathed in as much of it as he could.

“Sunfire, where are you?” Breezeheart yowled.

The ferns ahead trembled, but there was no wind to move them. The crunch of twigs and snap of branches echoed through sudden silence.

A shadow engulfed Breezeheart. At first he thought a cloud had obscured the sun, but when he looked up he did not see the sky.

He barely saw the beast before he was sent flying by a crushing blow. He rolled across the ground, struggling to get to his paws. His hind leg buckled under him, broken, and he fell against something soft and damp. He nearly choked on the smell of blood… and Sunfire. His pounding heart came to a stuttering halt when he realized he was lying on bloodied scraps of the tom’s pelt. The rest of him lay not far away in a crumpled heap, a bundle of water hyacinth and rose mallow--Breezeheart’s favorite flowers--not far away.

“Oh, Sunfire…!” Breezeheart cried, hobbling toward the remains of his mate. He knew he had to get back to the base, warn the colony of this strange beast stalking their land, but he couldn’t leave Sunfire there. Not his brave, magnificent Sunfire.

He froze in terror as the shadow loomed over him again. The next strike came straight down, slamming him into the ground. He could no longer feel the pain of his broken leg. He tried to speak Sunfire’s name one last time, only for the searing pain of his now broken jaw to stop him. The world spun out of focus, and then went dark.

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doevademe · 2 years

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First of all, thank you for blessing the mostly dead percico tag with your writting. Now, I look forward to your drabbles when I check the tag.

Second of all as a prompt I propose the following: Nico gets de-aged to his 11 years old self, memory and all (so he s technically stuck between the time frame of 'after getting rescued by Percy but before Bianca s death'). Percy ofc, loving husband that he is, takes care of him till he goes back to himself. But this time around he can t help but find little, well of questions, happy go lucky Nico just adorable and softness ensues. (Please don't make it angsty 😭)

Percy wondered why Hebe considered this a "gift".

It was true most adults wished for one more day as a careless kid, but without the memories of being an adult, 24 hours as a kid lost all charm.

(Not to mention Hebe had "bestowed" it upon Nico in lieu of actual payment. If Nico didn't have a blacklist, she would be the first name)

"Percy, Percy!" the boy said excitedly as he jumped around. "Can we stay a bit longer? I haven't seen all the temples yet!"

Still, Percy couldn't help but melt at the adorableness that was eleven year old Nico.

It had been surprisingly easy to convince Nico he was Percy, just grown up. The challenge had been to catch him as he ran from Hebe's temple to every shiny statue and building around Olympus.

"Sorry, kiddo, but staying on Olympus requires some special permissions we don't have."

"Aww," he kicked at the cloudy floor in disappointment. "How are we getting back to camp, then?"

Percy smiled at him. He remembered Nico like this. Excitable and happy about the magical world he had just discovered was real.

"We're not going to camp, Nico. I'm taking you home," he said. "We'll take the elevator, and then ride on a giant Hellhound."

Nico's eyes widened and he jumped at Percy's arms, hugging his neck. Percy struggled to catch him.

"That's so cool!" He gushed. "You are so much cooler when you're older, Percy!"

He let Nico down gently and took his hand. Nico blushed cutely as he guided them towards the elevator.

"S-so, did you ever find out if you were good at surfing?" He asked shyly as the elevator doors closed. Percy blinked and chuckled.

"I did, turns out I'm not," he said lightly. "Even if I can control the waves, I still need boring old balance to stay on the board."

"Ohh," Nico said, nodding. "Do I ever find out who my godly parent is? Do I have magic? Why are you taking me to your home and not camp?"

"Slow down!" Percy said. He forgot how intense Nico was as a kid. "I'll answer all your questions, once we're home."

"Home..." Nico said, he looked at their still linked hands. "Do you know... about me?"

"Huh?"

"That I'm not... that I like..."

"I do, you told me yourself," he said, voice gentle.

"Oh," he said. "And it doesn't bother you?"

"Why would it?" He asked, laughing. It was then that he decided that he was going to make de-aged Nico's day. "When you get older, we'll date."

Nico's mouth opened in shock. He looked back at their hands, and squeezed as hard as he could.

"No. Freaking. Way!" He shouted. "Do we kiss? Where was our first date? What did I do that made you like me back?"

"What did I say about questions?"

Nico pouted.

"To wait until we get home... our home?" He realized. "We live together... because we're dating!"

Nico moved so fast he was practically vibrating. Percy ruffled his hair, bringing back his blush.

"Whoa!" Nico exclaimed as he gazed upon Mrs. O'Leary. "Is this your hellhound?"

"She's ours," he corrected. "If we're being honest, she's been ours since before we started dating."

Nico ran up to her and buried his face against her giant paw. The giant dog sniffed him briefly before liking him, almost drowning the kid in her slobber.

Nico just laughed, delighted. Somehow he managed to climb on top of her, and looked at Percy expectantly.

"Come on, let's go home! I have like a million questions!"

Percy smiled. Tomorrow morning, Nico would be back to normal, grown up and sarcastic, the man he loved. Today though, he would be the happiest kid on Earth. Percy would make sure of it.

"Right behind you," he called.

Maybe Hebe really did give Nico a good gift.

She was still a cheapskate, though.

#percico #my writing #writing prompt #Thanks for the compliment #Fluff #Because you asked for no angst #I had to parkour around the Bianca topic like three times #ask #anonymous

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roadkiii · 1 year

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Entry 1.4.7-1 - Farming Simulator

Welcome to my blog. I’m not tagging anything but entry #, so sorry if my unrelated mess somehow ends up in your search.

1.4 is the first named minecraft update (if we don't count Adventure) which is cool I guess.

Our big goals this version are to create a large crop field for the three existing crops (two new ones :D) and to kill the wither three (3) times.

As I've been thinking toward the future of this world, I've realized I need to revamp my goals a bit, especially since I won't be able to open any naturally generating chests until 1.20 if I want to try to get armor trims faster. I've got a complete running list of goals here :)

I'll be killing a lot of zombies to try to get carrots and potatoes, which I'm not complaining about since I'll need a Lot of experience to enchant all of my armor if I want to survive.

oh nononono fuck no fuck that I'm not redoing everything.

I just double checked and there isnt even a new achievement it just decided to wipe. (update: achievements are linked to all worlds, so I can just get them back in a different creative world lmao)

......yeah I think some kind of barn will also need to be constructed, my sheep refuse to be contained. This'll be a full on barnyard farm I guess.

Okay first a quick distraction, forgot maps got improved and item frames were added. Idk when this will be properly displayed but here's a current look around our little village :)

Spent a night in the swamp north of the village (those maps are helping my sense of direction So Much) and while I didn't get any crops, I'm so happy slimes spawn here now.

Now that I've got 30 levels, let's see if I can't get my hands on a nice new pick enchantment

>:V

I've started putting down pens for my sheep, I'm thinking I'll have several of each color so that I can dick around with pixel art or carpets or whatever later. Currently i've got about 6 pens, trying to cover up some water so I can make it 8 (4 on each side) with maybe 2 colors to a pen? or I can resize them to be 16 individual pens but I'm not sure yet.

I've made some good progress on the farmland, I have four 9x9s of 3x3 farming spaces just so I'm prepped for when Beetroot is added. I think I'll have sugarcane and the stalk crops growing along the pathway between, but I still need to finish getting wood for these frames (excuse my floating leaves)

It's been kind of a pain getting the potatoes and carrots to drop from zombies though, maybe I should turn that dungeon from 1.0-2 into a grinder

Okay maybe I'll be fine without the grinder. Also got another disc finally.

Also went ahead and relocated my sheep, it was difficult to get them sorted (god I cannot wait for leads to be added) but I'm not 100% what I plan on doing with all of the overhead space. i need to finish the floors up there, but maybe I'll just throw some hay bales up? Unsure.

Still no carrots BUT I can now say the only discs I'm missing are Mellohi and 11. There won't be another disc added until Pigstep so it's exciting that I'm so close this early on. (also RIP my helmet. and basically all of my armor.)

Maybe next part I will make that zombie grinder. I could convert it into Drowned grinding for copper later too.

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baekluvie · 3 years

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obsession | chapter 2

paring: reader x baekhyun

words: 11k

genre: yandere au | this is heavily inspired by the show 'you'

tag list: @mayboy @vishary15 <3

warnings for this chapter: murder, mental illness(s), mention of suicide, manipulation, mature language, masturbation, stalking, violence, obsessiveness, aggression, drug use, (implied) date rape drugs.

do not read if: you are triggered by any of the warnings i listed prior. this fic will contain this theme throughout the chapters. if you are not comfortable with that; please skip this post. please remember this a work of fiction.

viewer discretion is advised

playlist for this chapter:

laughing on the outside - baekhyun pov

tonight you belong to me - y/n pov

all the things she said - y/n pov

always forever - baekhyun pov

(a/n) so excited for you guys to read this chapter. i think this really shows how obsessed baekhyun is, and how far he's willing to go for you. he doesn't even know you at all but he's literally infatuated... this was fun to write. please reblog and like this post! replies are open so please leave some feedback for me, i really love seeing what you think!

Y/N’s POV

“Kyungsoo? I’m home!” You walk into your apartment and lug your purse and documents onto the kitchen table.

Your boyfriend peeks his head out from the fridge, pulling out some alcohol for the two of you. You smile at the sweet gesture, placing your lips on top of his. He pulls back and grins at you, then tapping your nose with his finger.

“How was work?” He takes a seat at the table, placing the cold bottles on top of it as well.

The two of you made the tiny apartment work, you moved in with each other a year ago. It had character, you went for more bright and eccentric pieces while Kyungsoo… well he preferred a minimalist feel. So your home contained both elements, and the couple would endlessly hear how terrible it looked. You would laugh, because well, it truly captured your relationship. You, being the more outgoing, confident one. Kyungsoo was the reserved type, and didn't have a lot of ‘color’ to his personality. But you didn’t mind that, in fact, it’s what drew you to him in the first place.

You sigh as you shrug off your blazer, pulling out a chair opposite of your partner. Kyungsoo has been a part of your life for 5 years; you started dating your senior year of high school and that progressed into college. And they were the best years of your life. You would have never thought you could get someone as caring and loving as him, Kyungsoo had a way of melting your heart. He cooked for you all the time, mostly because you didn’t have the time to do it since you worked on a lot of cases. He helped with laundry, picking up groceries, planning dates, and throughout all of it, his love for you never ceased.

You had thought maybe he would grow tired of it; the multiple nights when you wouldn’t come home because you were stuck at the police station, having to refuse small outings with him and his friends, or falling asleep as soon as you did get home. But he never complained, not once. That just further proved to you that you knew he was the one. You loved him more than anything in the world, you were totally convinced that you would marry him.

You scrunch your nose at him as you grab the bottle and pop open the twistable cap.

“Hard. Frustrating. Stupid.” With each pause you would take a sip, hissing at the taste.

He laughed at you, following suit. He was dressed comfy, a gray jumper with some black sweats. His charcoal black hair was grown out, so much so that it almost covered his eyes. That reminded you of something.

“Did you get your glasses frames fixed?” You gesture to his eyes, and he shakes his head.

“I forgot. I’ll go in tomorrow. But… Why don’t you tell me about your day then? You look stressed out, Y/N.”

You really didn’t want to talk about it. You knew that you looked stressed, because you could feel the anxiety and overwhelming emotions of the case having a party in your body. Plus… there was Baekhyun. Baekhyun that went out of his way to talk to you after you just got off of work 20 minutes ago. You thought about what he said, the way he looked and his tone. There was definitely a different aura that he had versus how he acted in the confrontation room. You blink, looking back at your boyfriend who was still staring at you, waiting for you to speak.

You shake your head and smile, drinking again. “Just the weird case I told you about a couple days ago.”

He raises his eyebrow at you, tapping his finger on the table. “The murder?”

You pucker your lips, darting your eyes from him to the drink. “Suicide, actually.”

There was an awkward pause, and even though there wasn’t anything wrong, you could feel the tension building up. Kyungsoo frowns as he stares at the alcohol, watching droplets fall from off the glass onto the table.

“Is there anything else bothering you? I know you, Y/N.” He looks at you concerned.

You thought about telling him about Baekhyun…but something told you not to. See, Kyungsoo wasn’t the jealous type per say, but you didn’t think your boyfriend would be too happy hearing about you giving your phone number out to a man who seemed suspicious. You tried to not think about it as a murder case though… Baekhyun didn’t seem capable of doing those things. He loved his girlfriend, and you were starting to believe that maybe you should just drop it and let Junmyeon know that you don’t want to investigate further. You get up and place a kiss on Kyungsoo’s cheek, kneading his shoulders with your hands.

“Nope. Come on, let’s watch a movie.”

Baekhyun’s POV

You were pretty. Really, really pretty. As he scrolled on his phone to look at your various social media platforms, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. His face would heat up every single time he would zoom in on your face, taking in your facial features. He couldn’t really pick out his favorite thing about you, maybe it was your eyes. He knew that when he saw you earlier that day that they created a big impact on him. But what about your lips? They were on the smaller side, but they were still full. He could imagine kissing them right now, how soft they would be.

His body begins to shake as he stays on one photo of you, a mirror selfie. Maybe it was because he was so excited that he got to meet his soulmate, he just never felt this strongly about a person before. You were squeezing your cheeks with one hand, pushing your pillowy lips into a pout. You only wore a baggy white tee-shirt, showing off your thighs. Leaving Baekhyun to assume… that you had just posted a picture of yourself practically naked.

There was no way you would do that. Just put yourself out there like that, like a slut. He could feel his anger rising as he continued to stare at the photo, examining every exact thing in it. Your skin, your face, your thighs, the shirt... but he just can’t get mad at you. You didn’t know that you did something wrong… Baekhyun for once, felt fine. It was okay that you messed up.

He drops his phone onto his bed that he was sitting on, sitting upright abruptly. He places a hand on his chest, breathing quickly. His heart was beating at an abnormal rate… his palms were clammy. He was confused. He looks back at his phone, to the lit up screen that showed the photo of you.

“Who are you, Y/N?”

Baekhyun would never, ever, let something like that pass by him. A girlfriend of his making him look bad online by shouting to the world that they’re a whore? But there was something about you, you who looked so innocent posing in that photo, not understanding what it meant to be a slut. No, you were very innocent. Baekhyun had to protect you from that… from the world. It was a disgusting place that they lived in, and he knew that he had to take you away from it. He laughed softly, tucking his legs into his body and wrapping his arms around them.

He decided to research you a little bit more, going on his laptop so he could write while he learned more about you. His eyes flickered on your FaceNook profile, scrolling all the way down to 5 years ago. His heart broke a little when he saw that your first post was exclaiming your relationship status.

Relationship with Doh Kyung-soo.

He squinted as he clicked on the highlighted name, and a look of disgust appeared on his face as he examined your, ‘lover’. He wasn’t bad looking, but he definitely was not up to the standards you deserved. You needed someone like Baekhyun, who would take care of you and make you look good. He would have no problem showering you with all the attention that you wanted, people would know not to fuck with you because you would have him by your side, always. He never wanted to leave you.

He wasn’t yours yet, but he was never going to leave you.

But you were his. He felt himself getting turned on by his intruding thoughts, the thought of being with you all the time, everyday, not a second without you. He starts to palm himself through his slacks, continuing to scroll on the boyfriend’s profile. As he clicked on the photos, he was delighted to see you again. The one thing he appreciated from the guy was that he didn’t like to be in the photos with you, which made sense to Baekhyun, he didn’t deserve to be with you, so why would he think he should be in a photo with you? Small things like that should show you that he didn’t value the relationship, but Baekhyun, when he gets you, fuck, he would do anything.

He stands up quickly, not tearing his eyes away from his laptop screen, staring at a photo of you smiling. He unbuckles his belt, tears his slacks off, and releases his cock from his boxers. He sits back down on the bed, returning back to you, sweet, beautiful, you. He grabs his cock in one hand and starts to move it up and down as he uses his other to zoom in on your face, small grunts escaping from his lips throughout it. He whines as he thinks about you, his cock getting harder with each tug.

He wants to bury himself in you, let his senses become consumed by you. He wants you to think about him, all the time, just like he did with you. You would be connected to him like that, you would love him. That’s all he wanted, he just wanted you, and he wanted to keep you locked up, where the world wouldn’t be able to steal you from him. You wouldn’t be able to talk to any other men, just Baekhyun, him alone. With heavy panting as his movements become faster, his stare still on you, he uses his precum to lubricate his throbbing huge cock.

“There’s… fuck, only… ah. You.” He came, hard, and his body lurched upwards every couple of seconds, strings of cum painting his stomach. He rests his head back on his pillow, panting. He’s never come that hard before… ever, in his life. Although that wasn’t the sign that he knew you were meant for him, it definitely sparked up his passionate plan, the plan that would unite the both of you, forever.

He uses his blanket to wipe his mess up, urgently trying to get back to his research. He does ponder on that for a minute, realizing that he suddenly went against his morals and cleanliness for you. That could be a problem, but right now it didn’t matter. He needed to get everything set up, and it had to be prosecuted by tomorrow. He couldn’t waste another second without seeing you again, he needed to feel that comfort that you were okay, that you were protected by him.

So as he begins to look at your boyfriend’s profile, he stops on his latest update. A photo of broken glasses with a caption saying, “Second pair I broke. Jongdae help me!”. Baekhyun clicked on the name that was tagged, taking him to a business page. The icon showed a man around his age maybe, he had elf-ish features. As he peered into his page, he realized he was an Optometrist, and probably a close friend to Kyungsoo. Jongdae’s last post was a reply to the scum that was your boyfriend.

Haha. Come by around 9 tomorrow. Y/N has to keep a closer eye on them for you from now on.

Perfect. He typed down the address of the business on his phone, making sure he got everything right, double checking for any mistakes. Then, he exited out of his notes and hovered over the contacts app. He scrolls until he reaches one name, smirking as he lays back on his pillow, letting it ring. This guy knew what he was doing, and if Baekhyun got this to work out smoothly, he would have you in the palms of his hands in no time.

“You know to call me from a burner phone, Baek.”

“Aw come on, S. Aren’t we friends? Can’t friends talk to each other on the phone?”

He sighs. “What do you want?”

“I have a favor.”

Silence.

“No. No. I told myself that I wouldn’t get involved with you again. Chanyeol paid me off-”

Baekhyun rubbed the side of his head and closed his eyes.

“That was Chanyeol. Not me. Listen Sehun, if you didn’t want to get involved in this type of shit then you shouldn’t have done it the first time.” He looks at his fingers as he smiles. He could hear Sehun hyperventilating, knowing that there was no way out of this.

“Look… I just need you to set something up for me. Give some information on someone. Then, and only then, will you get rid of me. I’ll tell Chanyeol to put in a good word for you, who knows? You can get promoted and get your own little office. Maybe a raise? I know how much you’ve been needing the extra money, considering you’re in debt because of your gambling problem.”

Sehun scoffs. “If I even do this for you, how do I know you won’t try and do this again some other time? What if you want me to dispose another fucking dead girlfriend of yours-”

“Y/N isn’t going to end up like those fucking cunts. Which reminds me... I need her address.”

“...Y/N? Fuck no. There’s no fucking way you’re getting near her. Over my dead body.”

“Do you think she’ll be interested in knowing about Yeri, Sehun? Because I think she’ll really love hearing about you getting her fucking body and throwing her into woodchipper. I mean… I can always tell her myself. Oh. That reminds me of another nice memory actually,” Baekhyun sits up, his legs criss-crossed as he smiles to himself, savoring the idea of Sehun getting a heart attack right now, “Does Y/N know about your little college experiment?”

Sehun stops breathing.

Baekhyun starts laughing until his throat becomes sore, bringing his hand to punch his chest, spit flying everywhere. He wipes the salvia off his chin, looking blankly at the white walls in his bedroom.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sehun is terrified, as he sits alone in his home, he can’t help but look over his shoulder, mistaking shadows for someone, Baekhyun maybe.

“I think you do know what I’m talking about, friend. Didn’t you drug a poor, innocent girl… then passed her along to your friends just so they can do what they want with her? Aw,”

Baekhyun smiles, “Pure pressure? Right?”

“... What do you want me to do?”

So Baekhyun told him his plan, how he was going to kill Kyungsoo. He’d wait until after he got his glasses repaired, just so his friend would know that he went there first and didn’t get worried if he didn’t show beforehand. He’s going to break into his car and once Kyungsoo stupidly gets in… he’d fucking rip his neck open. Sehun’s part in all of this, as he listened while trying not to throw up, would set up a scene where Kyungsoo was in a car accident. Baekhyun didn’t care how he did it, but he would have to. This is how it was going to have to go down.

“What time does Y/N go to work tomorrow?” Baekhyun’s heart raced as he said your name.

“She goes in at 7. Why?”

“I need to plant the note.”

“What note?” Sehun sat in his chair, looking on his laptop for used cars.

Baekhyun would go on to talk about the letter he was going to write. He researched how Kyungsoo spoke online, making sure that the tone and feeling he would write down on paper matched your boyfriend’s personality. Bland, might he add. He was boring, and that gave him even more excitement when he thought about how great the two of you would be together. You, being the confident and exciting one, and Baekhyun, who knew how to handle that. You were just so…perfect for him.

He managed to find a photo of Kyungsoo’s handwriting on his FaceNook account, an anniversary love letter he wrote to you. He practiced it for hours that night, making sure to cross his ‘T’’s and dot his ‘i’s to match his. Once he was finished, he looked at it proudly.

To Y/N,

I’m sorry I couldn’t say this in person. I can’t look at you and break your heart. I can’t do this anymore. We’re too different, you and I. I’ve felt this way for a long time, I just put up with it because we’ve been together for 5 years, it just felt like I had to stay with you. You deserve someone better. Again, I’m sorry. Please don’t try to reach me. I’m done with you. I don’t love you, Y/N.

Kyungsoo.

Baekhyun was overjoyed. He didn’t know if it was because he knew that he’d see you tomorrow or the fact that he was going to kill your boyfriend. They both were equally exciting. After he placed the letter on his desk with gloves on, Sehun told him that he purchased a car and had someone to reenact the car crash. He had one question for the psychopathic murderer.

“How are we going to do this? The accident, I mean.”

Baekhyun yawned over the phone. “I’m going to drive the car out of the parking lot and you’ll get your guy to crash into the car. But, you have to wait for my call. I’m going to park it in the road and he has to hit the guy head on. The body has to be completely unrecognizable. If they go over the autopsy and see how I killed him, they might rule it out as a murder. Can’t have that now, can I?”

“B-but what about the person hitting him? He could die!”

Baekhyun sneered. “Better make sure he’s not important then. Just say you’ll pay him a large amount. That’s what always does it.”

This was all for you. You didn’t know it yet, but Baekhyun was willing to do anything for you, this was just one of the small acts of dedication he would plan for the both of you. So as he went to sleep that night, he let himself be consumed by you, beautiful, sad, you.

Early in the morning, he parked outside your place, dressed entirely in black clothing. He watched as you made your way down the stairs, your hair bouncing with each step. He can imagine how you smelled, the sweet Dior perfume he knew that you sprintzed on your body. What he would give to be that fucking perfume, to be absorbed into your skin. He snaps himself out of his thoughts as you begin to drive away in your car, and once he can no longer see you, he continues to wait.

He knew that your idiot boyfriend would be leaving not too soon after, since he would be going to get his glasses fixed around 9. But what he didn’t expect to see was the car that pulled up to your apartment, Y/N. He slumps his body lower into his seat as he watches a young woman step out from the new black BMW, dressed in a light blue babydoll dress. White heels adorned her feet, and she swung her long black hair behind her as she smiled, walking towards…

No. He wasn’t. Was your boyfriend cheating on you, Y/N?

But to his surprise, and anger, Kyungsoo swung open your apartment door and smiled at the woman who was skipping up the steps. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss, then ushered her inside your home. Baekhyun… well he was fucking enraged.

How could he do that to you, Y/N? He had the entire world, right by his side, and he threw it all away for some whore? Some fucking rich entitled bitch that thought she was better than you? Fuck that, Baekhyun tried to fight seeing red, but all he thought about at that moment was how he was going to make his death painful, slow, dragged out. He would have to suffer the consequences of hurting someone like you, a goddess, and he would have to hear about it as Baekhyun stabbed his useless, fucking neck.

So he waited.

And waited.

Until finally the disgusting woman left, and not before he passionately kissed her goodbye and slammed the door behind him. He looked happy, and that made Baekhyun so much more furious. He was going to kill him, for you, Y/N. And he was going to enjoy seeing the blood drain out of his body, watch him as his last thoughts were about how he mistreated you, all by the hands of your soon to be husband, your true lover.

Kyungsoo left your apartment at 8:30, and once he was gone, Baekhyun got to work. He stepped out of the car, hands gripping the backpack he brought along, and ran up the staircase. He used a bump key to get in, something that can be easily purchased at the local hardware store. He found that kind of stupid, selling something that could help to break into people’s houses, but hey, he wasn’t complaining about it now, was he?

Your apartment was ugly, Y/N. Truly, utterly disgusting. What was with the decor in this place? Were you trying to scare him off? He laughed at that thought, nothing would truly get you away from him, but this? He’d help you rearrange the place, change things up to something more his style. You’d like it too, you would have to.

As Baekhyun laid his backpack on the floor near the entrance of your apartment, he pulled out a pair of gloves, the note that was sealed so it didn’t have any of his fingerprints on it, and headed into your bedroom. And wow, Y/N. It smelled like you, and it made Baekhyun act feral. He brushed his hands on your white bedsheets, slowly making his way to the side of the bed that he knew you slept on, because he can smell your perfume all over it.

“Y/N…” He muttered weakly, as he closed his eyes and rubbed his face all over the pillow. He thought about how you graced your perfect head on top of it, trying to imagine himself laying right next to you at night. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, but something came over him. He pulled the blankets up that were folded neatly, and gently slipped inside. He pulled the covers over him, sniffing the sheets that were blessed because of your touch. He opens his eyes, smiling as he hopes that you’ve slept naked in this bed. How close he was to you in this moment, and you didn’t even know that you two now had a connection to one another.

He whines a little as he gets out of the bed, missing you already. He grabs the handwritten note that he placed on the edge of the bed and looks over it one more time.

“Yeah… this is good.” He smirks as he removes the covering over the paper and places it once again, on the bed. He stands back, trying to see if it looks good right there. It would have to do, it didn’t really matter where he left it, but he just wanted to leave it in a place where you could cry in comfort. The bedroom was the best place, he wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself if you got dramatic and slumped on the floor, you would fuck up your knees or legs. He didn’t want that.

As he claps his hands and nods to himself, he starts to make his way out, preparing to head off to the Optometrist. …But something echoes loudly in his head.

Look in the drawers.

So he listens. His thoughts have never wronged him before, and plus, this was a great idea. He brings his body to meet your dresser drawers, they were white and had paint chips forming over the wood. He scowls at that as he opens one up, and he almost salivates when he sees your underwear on display for him. He picked one up, a bright pink lacy pair, and he immediately pushed it up to his nose. He breathes you in, the best part of you, and he nearly cums right then and there. You smelled so sweet, so heavenly.

He keeps the pair of under garments smothered in his face as his eyes roll back, his other hand pushing his pants down. He struggles to get his hand around his hard cock, the boner you caused him to have just by your scent. He strokes himself as he takes you in, imagining your body under his fingertips, you, who is just as in love as he is with you.

“Fuck.” Baekhyun’s voice is muffled by your clothing, he pumps himself faster, his body shaking with each sniff that he takes.

You have complete control of him, and he fucking loved it. He liked being submissive to you, it was the first time he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of being someone’s toy. In all honesty, as he masturbated to your underwear in your room, for the first time in his life, Baekhyun knew that you were the reason for his existence. You were his missing piece, everyone before you attempted to fit into the puzzle, but now he realized why they didn’t complete the picture. Because they weren’t you.

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” He drools as he aggressively shoves your underwear into his nose one last time, spilling his cum all over the carpet. He slowly blinks, feeling dizzy from the orgasm. His phone vibrating in his pocket is what snaps him back into reality, and he quickly takes it out as he walks back to the entrance of your home.

The guy is there, waiting in the parking lot in the car. Where are you?

Sehun was probably stressed out, Baekhyun almost sympathizes with him. He smiles as he shoves your garment into his backpack and makes his way out of his future apartment. He gets there rather quickly, seeing as the place was only a few blocks away. He pulls into the gray parking lot that was behind the building your boyfriend was in. He looks around him, and two other cars are parked there, but it was fine. As long as no one would see him break into Kyungsoo’s car, it was okay.

Baekhyun texts Sehun, letting him know that he’s there.

Alright best friend ~ I’m here. Which car is our guy?

Not even a second later, a car beeps it’s horn. He looks up from his phone, seeing an old battered, red rusted Pontiac. The guy inside of it looks terrified, horror settling into his features as Baekhyun gives him a wave.

He’s cute. Looks scared. wonder why.

Baekhyun snickers to himself as he texts Sehun, then makes his way out of his own car. He walks up to the accomplice, noticing how pink he becomes with each step he takes towards him. He taps on the window as he arrives, waiting for him to roll it down. He ducks his head in, letting his arms rest on the exterior of the car.

“You are?” He asks him.

The man stutters, Baekhyun holds back his laughter when he sees the sweat underneath his armpits. He looked young, and he definitely confirmed that when he spoke to him.

“K-Kai. Look man, I’m just trying to get some money. I- I have student loans.”

Baekhyun just giggles, bringing his hand over the young boy’s shirt, straightening out the wrinkles that lay there. Kai stays frozen, watching as the stranger does this, holding his breath.

He opens his mouth. “It’s okay. Do you know what you’re going to do?”

He nods at Baekhyun. “Sehun told me to crash into the car head on. Make sure the body is obliterated. No trace of you on him. B-but what about me?”

Baekhyun stands up, looking around the parking lot, then raises his eyebrow at him.

“What about you?”

Kai sighs as he puts his hands around his head. “Wh- what if I die?”

“You won’t.”

“H-how the fuck do you know if-”

Baekhyun swiftly reaches inside the vehicle again, grabbing the boy by the throat. He tilts his head to the side, watching as he struggles to breathe. He brings his other hand to waggle his finger at him, like scolding a child for eating too many sweets.

“Do you want the money?”

He nods as his face becomes a deep shade of purple, sweat dripping from off his forehead.

Baekhyun lets go. “Then shut the fuck up. Drive out of the building once you see our target get into the car. I’ll take the car out into the road and you fucking crash into it. Got it?”

He starts to cry then, and Baekhyun resists the urge to knock him out right then and there. But he had to reserve this anger for Kyungsoo, who was the only person that needed to be crying right now. He scoffs as he taps the top of the car, walking towards the vehicle that was owned by the soon to be dead corpse. He slaps his hands together that were still adorned with gloves, a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins as he used the bump key again.

He makes his way into the back seat, laying down on the ground. He already had the knife hidden in his back pocket, and the more he thought about it there, the more he looked forward to seeing it do its job on that cheating piece of shit. He pulled out his phone one more time, sending a text to Sehun.

you made sure there’s no cameras right? let me know when he’s coming out.

Sehun was watching Kyungsoo from across the street, sitting outside a coffee shop. The building had clear windows that gave a complete view of the inside, so he’d been watching them for a while now. He made sure to wear inconspicuous clothing along with a pair of sunglasses. He looked down at the text Baekhyun had sent, grimacing as he typed back.

he’s leaving right now. and yes, i checked to see if there were cameras. none.

Baekhyun smiled to himself as he received it, shoving it back in the place it was before. He brought the knife out, gripping it tightly on top of his chest. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, the moment that would bring the two of you together. He closed his eyes as he thought about the life you would have together, the love you’ll share. But all of those thoughts stopped as soon as he heard your boyfriend fumbling with his car keys, jingling them into the keyhole.

“Yes, Jihyo, I made sure to make a reservation for tonight. Y/N is staying late at work so it’s fine. Stop stressing out about it. Listen, I’ll call you later ok? I’m going to drive right now. I love you.”

Kyungsoo sighed as he threw his phone and keys on the front seat next to him, plopping into the driver’s seat. He slammed the door behind him and sat in silence. Baekhyun was fucking livid. He loved that whore? Oh, he was going to make sure he’d fucking pay for what he’s done. He quickly brought the knife up into the air, placing it on your boyfriend’s neck, who screamed in shock.

“What the fuck!” Kyungsoo stilled, his hand tightly grabbing the steering wheel as he looked into the rearview mirror, meeting eyes with Baekhyun.

He sneered, gritting his teeth together. “Hello to you too. Is that how you greet all your friends?”

Kyungsoo paled, his eyes widening in shock as he gulped.

“What… what do you want?” He said sternly.

Baekhyun chuckled as he pushed the blade of the knife deeper into his throat. Oh… he didn’t know. Maybe to see his insides gushing out of him? Or maybe watch as his knife decapitated his head? That would be fun. But he knew what he was going to say, he’s been rehearsing ever since he saw him cheat on you earlier that morning.

“You know… when someone has something as precious with Y/N… they don’t fucking cheat. Are you fucking stupid? Something wrong with that brain of yours,” He doesn’t miss the sob that’s emitting from Kyungsoo’s throat, “you fucking cunt?”

“S-so what? She sent you to fucking kill me? Because I cheated?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he made a deep gash in his throat, causing the man to immediately place his hands on the wound, preventing the blood from spilling out.

“Y/N is innocent in all of this. She would never do this to you. I can’t believe you even fucking said that. About your girlfriend. You really did have this coming, didn’t you?”

He makes his way up to the front of the car, making sure to keep the knife at his neck. He smiled as he made himself comfortable, looking at the air freshener that hung on his mirror. He flashes a grin at Kyungsoo, watching as the scum gurgles on the blood erupting from his mouth.

“If I could make an air freshener, I would probably use… ah!” Baekhyun brought the knife to his chin, then waved it around like he was casting a spell.

“I would make a scent called, ‘Y/N’s Cunt’. That way, I could always smell her wherever I went. Knowing that the scent only wants me, that it desires me. Isn’t that a great idea?”

Kyungsoo stares at him with dead eyes, his body slowly slumping against the seat. He can’t have him dying on him right now, no. He still needed to torture him a little bit more. So he presses his finger into the gash he made, eliciting a blood curdling yell from his lips.

“You don’t get to die just yet. You’re going to suffer just like how you made Y/N suffer, after you decided to cheat on her. Don’t you agree? That you’re a waste of space? See, I’m just trying to help her, Soo. Can I call you Soo?”

He picks up the man’s limp hand, adjusting it so it gives him a thumbs up. He beams at that, dropping it. He gets on top of the man, straddling his thighs. Kyungsoo weakly raises his hands to push him off, but it’s no use. He was a dead man. Baekhyun could get off on this, seeing the man who you think you love dying before his very eyes. He licks his lips as he stabs the knife into his chest, blood splattering on his jacket.

“You…” He removes the knife from his chest, “Are…” He plummets it back in, “Scum.”

And that was it. Kyungsoo died, knowing that he was a piece of shit. Baekhyun felt as though he just snorted a line of coke, the feeling too good to be true. He was finally gone, and now, you were going to be his. He swerved himself around, sitting on top of Kyungsoo’s lap as he grabbed the keys he’d thrown on the passenger side. He puts them in the ignition, and the car comes to life. He tries to readjust his butt on your dead boyfriend as he steers the vehicle out of the parking lot, then shifting it into park as he finally makes it outside onto the empty street.

He thanked God that the location was pretty much isolated, not many people passed by here since the area was in a shittier part of town. He opened the car door that Kyungsoo had entered before, dropping the keys on his lap. He dusted his hands together and puffed his chest out, feeling proud. Baekhyun turns his attention across the way, spotting Sehun sitting on a chair outside the coffee shop. He gave him a thumbs up, to which the police officer turned his attention to the corner of the street. Baekhyun assumed that’s where the young boy was waiting, and becoming no longer interested in what would transpire, he began to walk back into the parking lot.

A loud screech made its way down the street, Baekhyun listened to it as he approached his car, savoring the sweet music that the beat up Pontiac made. He decided to turn around, to savor the memory of Kyungsoo’s dead body returning to what it used to be, ash. Kai comes at the car with blinding speed, and a shattering BOOM enters in the street. The two cars slam into each other, and Baekhyun watches as Kai’s body flings through the window, glass shattering all over. His body is limp on the hood of Kyungsoo’s car, and not even a couple of moments after, a fire breaks out.

Baekhyun smiles at the sight, feeling the heat even from where he stood. He could see Kyungsoo and Kai’s bodies being eaten by the flames. The young boy with student loans wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore, that would be another mindless person who would risk their life for a simple lump of money. It was everything that Baekhyun wanted and more, and he couldn’t hardly contain his excitement as he hopped inside his car, revving up the engine as he drove out of the lot, driving down the other side, away from the crash.

He smiled to himself as he readjusted his rearview mirror, looking at his face. It was covered in blood, and as much as he hated messes, he really fucking loved this shade of red on him. Knowing that it was Kyungsoo’s blood just made him feel like he won a million dollars. It would make a good lipstick shade, he thought. As he made his way back home, he turned on the radio, cranking the volume all the way up. A familiar song started to play, and Baekyun happily sang along.

I’m laughing on the outside… Crying on the inside… Cause I’m so in love with you.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a long morning for you, especially because you didn’t get your usual cup of coffee from Sehun. No, he had to call off for whatever reason so now you sat at your desk, frowning at the drink you had to make yourself. For some reason, everytime Sehun did it for you it tasted amazing, but whenever you attempted it yourself it tasted like a steaming pile of shit.

“Fucking Sehun…” You murmured to yourself as you logged into your computer, preparing for a rough shift.

You made it the first couple of hours without any distractions, just cleaning up your notes you had made regarding the case with Baekhyun. You skimmed over his name with your mouse, hovering each letter. You didn’t notice yourself doing it until a blush let itself be known, your face heating up. Why the hell were you doing that? You throw the mouse away from you like it burned you, stunned at yourself.

It wasn’t exactly news that Baekhyun was attractive. You knew it as soon as you walked through the door to discuss the suicide of his girlfriend. But you couldn’t think of him like that, you had a boyfriend. Kyungsoo. You feel a calming sensation pool over you as you think about your boyfriend, smiling at the memory of this morning with him. He had cooked you breakfast, and although you weren’t able to finish all of it, he didn’t mind. He kissed you and said that it was fine if you stayed late tonight at work, saying he understood how hard it is to be put on a case like this.

“Y/N.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts as a co-worker of yours stood in front of you.

You laugh, shaking your head. You look at her, “Sorry. Got lost in thought. What can I do for you, Jisoo?”

She raises her hands, insisting it’s fine. “Junymyeon wants to see you. I think he wants to discuss your progress.”

So you made your way to his office, the documents you had worked on yesterday in your hand. You knock on his door, waiting for a response. You hear him yell, “Come in.” You enter, giving a smile. He puts his hand forward, ushering you to sit on the chair that sat in front of his desk.

Junmyeon had his brown hair pushed back today, his uniform free of any creases. His pale skin was clear of any blemishes and he looked happier than he did a couple days ago. He stays silent until you sit down, then speaks.

“How are you doing? I know this is a… deranged case I put you on. Did you find anything else out from the boyfriend?” He folds his hands together, waiting for your response.

You place your documents on the desk, to which he picks up, reading it. He only glances through it for a couple of seconds before he lowers the papers down and gives you a confused look.

“You’re ruling it out as a suicide then?”

You nod. “I also spoke to Chanyeol, who confirmed that he was with Baekhyun that night. I don’t really have any reason to question him further, I believe that this was a suicide, yes sir. Isn’t this what you wanted me to believe in the first place?”

You fidget with your hands and gnaw on your lip, and Junmyeon senses the nervousness coming from you. He sighs as he let’s the papers fall on the desk, leaning back into his chair and folding his arms across his chest.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Why wouldn’t you believe me?”

He smiles. “Because I know you wouldn’t have stayed up countless nights reading over this case again and again. You know that something isn’t right, Y/N. Why are you just dropping it?”

You didn’t know why you were doing it honestly. In the back of your head you knew something was strange, but for some reason you didn’t want to believe anything bad had happened. Baekhyun… Well Baekhyun was nice. He was charming, and you couldn’t bring yourself to think about him in a negative light. Especially with the way you saw him cry in front of you. No person can just fake those feelings, those gut wrenching sobs. He wasn’t a suspect.

You look firmly at your boss. “Because I can. And I know you’ll drop it too, because you believe in my judgment. You trust me. I’m asking you to trust me, Junmyeon.”

He stares at you for a moment before he gives you a forced smile.

“Okay. I trust you. I also followed up with Chanyeol. He’s actually an Assistant Chief Deputy at the other department in Busan, so everything is backed up. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up-”

Your phone begins to ring in your pocket, and you look at him apologetically. You let it go off until it stops, continuing your conversation with him. You try to turn the conversation to a lighter note.

“Sounds good. By the way, do you think Sehun puts something in the coffee? Everytime he makes it for me it tastes like pure gold. I think-”

Your phone starts to vibrate again, and your boss gives you a look to answer it. You grunt as you pull it out, looking at the screen.

5 Missed Calls - Jongdae

You frown. Why was Jongdae calling you? You sit up, walking away from the desk and putting the phone up to your ear as you call back your boyfriend’s friend.

“Hello? Jongdae? I’m at work right now, can’t this wait-”

“Y/N. Kyungsoo’s dead.”

You freeze. Every atom in your body stills, and you’re pretty sure that your heart has stopped working. A cold shiver runs down the back of your spine, and you let out a strangled laugh.

“W…what do you mean, Kyungsoo’s dead?”

You hear Jongdae’s muffled sobs through the phone, your legs feel like jelly. You suddenly crash onto the ground, your knees rubbing against the carpet. They’re burning, your body is telling you that, but you can’t really feel it. You can’t feel anything right now. You hear Junmyeon walking behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder before he takes your phone out of your hand.

You let him. Your arm falls loosely by your side, you’re numb.

“Hello? This is Y/N’s boss… can you tell me what happened?”

You don’t remember much after that. It was really all a blur. You rode with Junmyeon in the police car, staring out the window without saying anything. He was talking to you, but you ignored him. Because all that mattered right now was Kyungsoo. Your boyfriend of 5 years, your highschool fucking sweetheart, was dead. But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that, not until you saw his body. You kept thinking to yourself…maybe it wasn’t him. Someone could have stolen his car, crashed it perhaps. It couldn’t be Kyungsoo.

As you arrive at the scene, you see Jongdae crouched in front of his store, looking at the burnt remains of the two cars. Your heart beat instantly picks up as you look at the license plate on your boyfriend’s car. The car the both of you had picked out together your senior year of high school, remembering how happy Kyungsoo was to have his own form of transportation. He saved up for months, working two jobs. He would push away your worries of working too hard, stating that he wanted to do this for you.

“For me? It’s your car, Soo.” You sat in your childhood bedroom, Kyungsoo laying by your side, his eyes watching the tv show you had put on.

He links his hand with yours, rubbing his thumb up and down against your skin.

“I want to take you out on real dates. Drive us to the movie theater and get you food when you’re hungry. It’s not really a big deal, I kind of like flipping hamburgers.”

You laughed at him, bringing your lips to his cheek. You loved him.

“I… I love him.”

You utter out in disbelief as you sit in the car, the memory of your boyfriend disappearing from your mind. Your eyes never straying away from the horrific scene before you. You say nothing as you exit the car, watching as ambulances carry empty gurneys back into the truck, the firemen putting out any leftover sparks from the vehicles. Your boss yelled at you to get back in the car, to not do this to yourself. But you didn’t care. You walked up to the side of the burnt car, peering inside. There was no body, only ash. You wondered how long the fire was going on, to even cremate your boyfriend. There was…nothing. Except bones. Some parts of it still had flesh on them, and the sight causes you to throw up.

Jongdae suddenly appears from behind you, pulling your hair back. You continue to vomit, your body collapsing next to the car. He does nothing but speak softly, rubbing your back as he tries not to cry himself. You almost want to scream at him, you want to blame him for this somehow. If… if he didn’t come here. If Kyungsoo didn’t come this morning to fix his glasses, he would still be alive. There was no doubt in your mind.

So you scream, you thrash your arms at him, trying to punch him.

“YOU! You… you did this to him. You fucking killed HIM.” You watch as he crumbles to the ground, his lips trembling as tears run down his face.

“I didn’t… do this. Stop saying that.” His words come out high pitched, straining against his throat. He shields himself with his arms as you tower over him, hitting him, yelling at him some more, spit flying from out your mouth.

Your eyes are burning, snot is dripping from your nose, you only feel rage. You continue to beat on the devastated man until Junmyeon grabs you, pulling your body away. You scream, you cuss, you even try to elbow your boss in the crotch, but he simply restrains your arms.

“Fuck!” You scream, you bang your head against his chest, then you let your body become limp, sliding down on the ground. You sit there, Junmyeon still holding you in his grasp. But suddenly, you can’t hear anything. Everything moves in slow motion, and you smack your lips together, trying to moisturize them. You began to smile… and then laughter. You were fucking laughing. Nothing matters anymore. The love of your life is dead, and so were you.

As you sit in the police station with a blanket covering you, you listen to Jongdae and your boss discussing what had happened. Junmyeon insisted that you sit outside, that you didn’t have to do this. But you refused. You wanted to know how your boyfriend died, you needed some insight on the tragic event. You wouldn’t leave until you heard what Jongdae had to say.

“I just heard a loud crash, and I ran as fast as I could. But as soon as I stepped outside, the cars exploded and the fire broke out. I was able to see Kyungsoo before it happened. I know that it was him. I.. I saw his face.”

The small man looked down at his hands as he sat next to you, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching your hand out to him. He looks at you, sadness filling his eyes as his lips begin to shake. You felt terrible for the way you treated him earlier, the guilt was overwhelming. So you let him cry into your hand, because he also lost someone that he cared about. Kyungsoo was his best friend for years, the two of them knowing each other since middle school.

Junmyeon doesn’t make eye contact with you, but still speaks his mind.

“I don’t want you coming into work for the time being.”

You flick your eyes toward him, and he almost looks ashamed at what he said. You didn’t need time off of work… if anything, you wanted to stay here. Keep your mind off of the death of your fucking boyfriend. You rip your hand from Jongdae and stand up, the blanket falling off your shoulders. You stand there, anger rippling throughout your body, causing you to shake as you point your finger at him.

“You, don’t get to tell me I can’t come into work. I need this. I can’t be alone with my fucking thoughts. You know, I thought you’d be the person to talk me into staying. Because you know me so fucking well, right?” Your spit falls on his face, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He just stares at you, taking it.

You scoff as he doesn’t say anything, laughing. You run your hand through your hair, looking away from him, your eyes darting between the desk and the window in his office. You probably looked crazy right now, all strung out and laughing like a maniac. But you didn’t care. It was enough that the world took away the love of your life, but to take away the thing that made you happy?

“Enough, Y/N.” Junmyeon stands up, and you look at him, your mouth agape. You feel the ends of your mouth twitching, a smile forming on your face as tears cascade down.

You grab him by his shirt, pulling him close to you. His face stays the same, stoic. You grit your teeth together, fisting his shirt even tighter in your hand. Jongdae puts a hand on you, but you whip your head at him and give him a look; he removes it quietly.

“Don’t… do this.” You whisper desperately to your boss.

But he does. He peels your hand off of him, looking straight into your eyes.

“I’ll let you know when you can come back.”

You stormed out, creating destruction in your path. You eye a stack of papers on Jisoo’s desk, moving your hand to clash with it, sending them flying in the air. You walk up to another desk, grabbing the desktop computer that was on it, ripping the cords and slamming it into the ground. Everyone stares at you, not saying a word. You maintain eye contact with each of them, your heart racing against your rib cage as you wipe the tears from your chin.

“Fuck this.” You exit the police station and head to the parking lot.

You get into your car, immediately starting it up. Your radio blares loudly, a song erupting from it.

Although we're apart…You're a part of my heart

You scream, punching the dashboard in your car, attempting to stop the dreadful song that seemed… way too fitting for your situation. Instead, you just made it worse, making the audio distorted. It would skip ahead a little bit, static surrounding the hauntingly child-like voices.

As you finally made it home to you and your boyf… your apartment, you stop at the door. You’re too afraid to open it, but at the same time you’re hoping that Kyungsoo would be inside. He would be cooking dinner for the both of you, letting you know that he bought a movie to watch. He would kiss you, like he always did when you got home from work. Pull out some beers and sit down with you at the kitchen table, asking how your day was.

You smile.

But that wasn’t going to happen.

You push open the door and walk inside. The darkness in your apartment is chilling, something that you never thought you’d say about your beautiful and welcoming home. You dropped your bag on the floor and kicked your shoes off. You slowly walked to the fridge, yanking it open by the handle. Your eyes drift to the green bottle of alcohol and you grab it. As you open it up and start to chug, you could feel yourself starting to cry again.

You pop your lips off the drink and drop on the ground. You lean against the fridge, rubbing your eyes with your hand. Kyungsoo was gone. There was nothing you could do about it, and there was nothing that could have changed what had happened. Car accidents happen a lot… you just never expected it to happen to him. You take another gulp of beer as you shakily stand up, wanting to change out of your work clothes. They reminded you too much of what they have seen, what they were near. As you make your way into your bedroom, you keep your eyes on the ground, letting the beer hang by your side. You look towards your dresser, opening the first one. Your eyes glance at the various pairs of panties Kyungsoo had neatly folded, and you grab the first one you see. After that, you go through your second and third drawer to get some sweats and a tee shirt.

You turn around to lay them on the edge of your bed, but you halt your movements as you see a piece of paper. You drop the articles of clothing from your hand, your drink as well. You feel the liquid pouring on your foot, but you don't care. You grasp the paper and read through each line, trying to understand it, not wanting to understand it. You wish that it was written in a different language, anything but what made sense to you. As you keep your gaze on your boyfriend’s handwriting, a tear drops on the paper, smudging the ink on his name.

“I didn’t know…” You whispered.

You look around your room, the one that had all your memories of the two of you embedded into it. The endless nights talking about what your wedding would look like, what type of people your children would grow up to be. You remember the night he told you that he wanted to marry you, that he was going to use every last cent on getting you the most beautiful ring, and you, you laughed at him. Because you knew at that moment that he would do that. He would do anything for you, that’s what he made you believe.

But it was all a lie.

You… strung him along. You made him feel like he was stuck in this relationship, not being with you out of free will, his own heart. He didn’t want the marriage, the kids. He never did. He just felt like he had to play the part, and you feel like your chest is going to cave in.

He stopped loving you. And you continued to love him, not ever thinking he didn’t.

You skim over the memories, trying to piece together when he would have stopped, not wanting to believe that he didn’t want to be with you at some point. But then you realized. You caused this to happen. You wouldn’t spend time with him, you came home late from work. You didn’t cook him any meals, you relied on him for that. He did the laundry, folded your clothes. He did everything for you… for the relationship. You think back to yesterday, how you felt that he would grow tired of it. You gulp as a tear wells up in your left eye, you blink to set it free.

“I ruined the relationship.”

You sit in silence.

“I ruined… him.”

You sob as you lay on the bed, curling up into a ball. You didn’t want to live, you couldn’t live with yourself. You were selfish for thinking that Kyungsoo wanted to be with you, he did everything and got nothing back in return. You sit upright, looking out the door of your bedroom. You walk like it’s your first time, stumbling and shaking with each step you take towards the kitchen. You pause in front of your utensils drawer, your hand loosely holding the handle.

You pull it out in front of you, the silver cutlery shimmering. You zone in on the one thing, the only thing that would put an end to your pain. You grab the knife. As you raise it to your stomach, you only think of Kyungsoo, and the pain you had caused him. You didn’t deserve him, sweet, loving, caring Kyungsoo. You raise the knife, and as you’re about to plunge it in…

Ding!

You halt.

Ding!

You lower the knife, listening to your doorbell ring.

Ding!

You let the knife clatter on the floor, dragging your feet to the entrance of your home. Your mind immediately thinks of Sehun. Maybe he had heard what happened and came to see if you were okay. You pause in front of your door, debating if you even want to see Sehun right now. It wasn’t until you heard a voice that took you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

Baekhyun?

“Baekhyun?”

You suddenly swing up the door, making eye contact with him. He had a surprised look at his face, his eyes were wide as he took you in. The smile that was first there quickly disappeared, a frown replacing it. You do nothing but stand there for a moment, and then you do the first thing that comes into your head.

You hugged him.

He let’s a small grunt escape from him, but you feel his arms circle around you, pulling you closer. You couldn’t help but let yourself cry, and Baekhyun slowly walks you back into your home, closing the door behind you. He pulls your body to face him, and you look at him through your blurry vision. He looked concerned, afraid even. You sniff as you rub the snot from underneath your nose.

“What… what are you doing here?” You were curious, and you also wondered how the fuck he knew where you lived.

He brings his fingers to wipe your tears away, a look of pain spreading across his handsome features. “Sehun told me you went home, he didn’t tell me what happened but… I’m guessing something bad?”

You laugh. “Since when were you acquainted with Sehun?”

He purses his lips. “I went down to the police station hoping I’d find you there. Sehun got there around the same time I did, and he told me your address. I remembered something from the night my girlfriend died.”

You didn’t know how you felt about Sehun just giving your address to a stranger but… Baekhyun was probably the only person that understood how you felt right now. You needed him with you, you didn’t want to take this for granted. So you just nod, accepting it.

“My boyfriend died.” You whispered, the words feeling empty as you spoke.

Baekhyun looks at you stunned. He pulls you back in, hugging you. You don’t know why you felt so safe in his arms, but you savored the feeling. It felt nice to be around him, and it felt really fucking good that someone actually cared about you. Even if Baekhyun was a stranger to you, he’s only been nice and sweet from all your interactions. You could tell that he wanted to be there right now, hugging you. You could feel it.

“Thank you. For being here.” You mumble into his shirt. He smelled good.

“I can stay as long as you want.” You feel him rubbing circles into your back, and you close your eyes, enjoying your muscles being massaged.

“Mmmm.” You hum.

“I… I know what it’s like to lose someone. You can talk to me, Y/N.”

You open your eyes as you look up at him. Baekhyun is looking down at you, concerned. But you can also see tears welling up in his eyes, and you couldn’t help yourself from laughing. You felt bad, of course, but you think you did it because you were so overwhelmed.

He looks back at you, confused. “Why are you laughing?”

You motion over to the kitchen, Baekhyun following your gaze. He spots the knife on the floor, and you could feel his hands bundle the back of your shirt. He quickly looks back at you.

“Were you… were you going to kill yourself? Over him?”

You look at him numbly.

“What do you mean, ‘over him’? My boyfriend just died, Baekhyun. Of course it’s fucking because of him.”

He pauses as he shuts his eyes, and you’re left wondering why he would say something so heartless. He knew what the pain was like, so why was he acting like he probably didn’t consider those same thoughts after finding his partner dead?

“I mean… you can’t do that. You’re too precious, Y/N. Your boyfriend wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself. He loved you.”

You push him away this time, “Nope. He didn’t. He left me a letter saying he didn’t want me anymore. I pushed him away. It’s my fault.”

He shakes his head. “No. Don’t say that, Y/N. Listen, break ups can be hard, but this,” He points to the knife that’s on the floor, “killing yourself isn’t the answer. What happened was totally out of your control. Death isn’t planned, Y/N. It could happen to anybody. I’m sorry that this happened, fuck, if I could have saved him, I would have. But taking your own life because of someone’s death isn’t going to change anything. You need to live for him.”

You stand there, stunned. You were not expecting a lecture from this guy, but you can’t say it didn’t help. He was right, if you killed yourself it wouldn’t change the fact that not only was Kyungsoo dead, but you would be too. You sighed as you brought your hands up and shrugged.

“I’m just depressed. Don’t worry about me. You have your own problems to deal with.”

Baekhyun just laughed, and it was your turn to be confused.

“How about I get us some food? I’ll come back and we can talk about things.”

You ponder on it. Why not? It would probably be better than crying yourself to sleep.

“Okay.” You sigh.

He brightens at your response. He pulls you back in for a hug one more time, and then he makes his way out the door. But as he swings it open, both of you are met with a woman you had never seen before in your life. She has her hand up, mid knock, and she looks at you stunned. She looked as though she had been crying, and you wondered if this was a friend of Kyungsoo’s.

“Hello?” Your voice raises an octave higher. “Who are you?” You asked as you stood awkwardly. Baekhyun looked between the both of you, just as shocked as you were.

The woman gulps, bringing her hand down.

“I’m Kyungsoo’s girlfriend.”

You stand there.

“Excuse me…” You pause as you take a step forward, “Who are you again?”

She coughs as she blinks rapidly. “I’m Jihyo. Please tell me Kyungsoo isn’t dead.”

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3

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sugxrslushy · 3 years

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Hi bb ❤ can I get prompt 12 for an Ace x Reader for the Acts of Love event? Thank youuuuuuu 💕

🌼 a/n: yayay I'm getting some writing done, I'm hopping around a bit with my current asks bc I'm not feeling the ones up next just yet. but once I'm in a groove I'll get them done. but! I had the cutest idea for this one so I was more than excited to start it and post it

🌼 prompt - tracing designs on the others body

🌼 pairing: Ace x gn!reader

Sometimes it felt like Ace slept like the dead, when he was out it meant he was out. You felt almost as if you could take a comically large pair of cymbals and crash them right by his ear and he still wouldn’t get up. Like the end of a sugar high, sleep took him over fast and heavily, leaving you giggling over his sprawled out frame on the bed. His shoes were barely kicked out and he was snoring loudly.

Jabbing him in the side with your finger, you try to wake the slumbering beast with no avail. He shifts a bit and lets out a snort in his sleep but his eyes still remain blissfully closed. Rolling your eyes, you slide into bed with him and make yourself comfortable by his side. He looked so… peaceful. You’d grown so accustomed to his bright eyed and expressive face that you sometimes forgot what he looked like in moments like these.

You brush a stray black hair from his face, combing your fingers through tangled black locks that are thick with salt from the sea. Upon a far enough glance you’d almost think that he had the most perfect skin in the world, but as close as you were you could see every little scrape and scar from roughhousing with his friends and childhood brothers. Or the permanent smile lines by his eyes that always were clearer when he’d flash you a smile.

Little brown dots lay scattered along his face, the most prominent ones sitting on his cheeks in a group of four. The others were washed out against his tan skin, dark from hours spent under the sun. Your fingers gently ran against his face, mapping out an invisible constellation made from his freckles, trying to recall the names from Pops late night rambling.

Shockingly, it only took the softest of touches to wake the man. His face scrunches up, the smile lines along his eyes becoming darker and he yawns loudly. Ace’s outstretched hand narrowly catches you in the face and upon feeling his hand brush against you, his brown eyes snap up to look at you in accompaniment to a toothy grin. “Whatcha doing here y/n?”

“Do you know your zodiac?” you ask, disregarding his question. Your hands never pulling away from his face as you trace your thumb down from a dark brown freckle just underneath his eye. He was born January first as he’s told you plenty of times, and if you were recalling it correctly he would be a…

“Capricorn.” Your thumb stops short under the left corner of his eye.

“Damn, one short.” You laugh and cradle his face in your hand. His eyes go soft upon your touch and you dip down to press your lips against his. “You’re too cute sometimes, you know that?”

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sluttyten · 3 years

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the cinderella search

summary: you’re a staff member at SM, and during the annual Halloween party, you go dressed as Cinderella. Enter Johnny as Prince Charming. You talk, you flirt, he falls in love, but you forget to tell him your name before the night ends, and thus begins his Cinderella Search.

length: 10,615

tags: near-strangers to lovers, bed sharing, fingering, dry humping, fluff, light on the smut compared to some of my other works tbh

Growing up, Cinderella had always been your favorite fairy tale. You just really loved the glamor and romance of the story, the idea of dressing up all beautifully and mysteriously, going to a ball to be noticed by the Prince.

And once you grew up, you still had that fantasy tucked away in the back of your mind, made more real when you entered the idol industry by joining SM Entertainment as a staff member. You were just a minor staff member, not important enough to be a manager (though that was the dream), but you were around idols so often that the fantasy was there, prodding you in the back of your mind.

There were days when you dreamed of being swept up in a Cinderella-style romance with one of the idols in the company.

“I can’t blame you one bit,” your close friend Jiwon tells you one day. She’s a makeup artist for the company; she’s seen their bare faces, seen them up close and personal, and having worked there for longer than you, she knows various artists under the company better than you do. “I won’t disagree with you at all that a secret romance with one of them would be amazing. Just like a drama. I want Kyungsoo to be my prince charming.” She sighs dreamily. “I can’t wait for the Halloween party.”

That’s exactly what you’ve been talking about almost non-stop since you first heard that it was happening this year. With the party not having happened for a few years now due to one thing or another, this year it’s come back with a bang, and when the memo was put out that every staff member was invited to come in costume as well, just as a celebration for how hard everyone’s worked, it’s all that pretty much everyone’s been talking about. You’re excited that you get to go, that you get to dress up as well, and what caused Jiwon to start gushing about D.O. is you mentioning that you wanted to go dressed as Cinderella.

“Promise we can get ready together?” She asks you. “I really, really want to do your hair and makeup, I can already picture it.” Jiwon holds her fingers up, framing your face between them.

It helped that you already had the dress to wear for your costume. You’d spotted it a few years ago in a thrift shop, and because of your pure love for Cinderella, as soon as you saw the dress, you knew that you had to have it. Sure, it had been collecting dust in your closet for a couple years, but now you had found the perfect use for it at last.

The day of the Halloween party, Jiwon comes over just as she’d planned, taking as much of the day as she possibly can to make you up and style your hair to make you look like the Cinderella of her imagination. She’s just going simply, wearing all black with some cat ears, some whiskers drawn on her face, but most of her attention to detail is poured into her work on you.

By the time she finishes the last touch, you’re ready to leave. Already you’re going to be cutting it close to showing up late, so as she drops her brushes back in the bag she brought, you grab your phone, and make for the door.

“Oh no, you’re not finished yet.” She snakes her hand around your arm, bringing you to a halt. Jiwon tuts at you. “Cinderella can’t go to the ball without her mask.”

Like a true fairy godmother, Jiwon pulls a beautiful mask out of the makeup bag. “I saw this when I was shopping for my costume, and I knew it would just be perfect. You can’t be Cinderella and have everyone know who you are, that goes against the point of being Cinderella, right?”

She carefully sits the mask on your made-up face, ties the ribbons around the back of your head, trying not to disturb the work she put into your hair.

“Can we go now, fairy godmother?” You ask. “Before midnight, preferably.”

The fairytale vibe of the night truly hits home once you arrive at the party’s venue. Everyone’s in costumes, and at first it’s overwhelming because you can’t immediately distinguish the idols from the staff from the higher-ups in the company. As you and Jiwon step inside, you can only make out a few distinct people.

Red Velvet’s Irene is dressed like an actual goddess, complete with an array of stars in an arc around her (an interesting choice that definitely makes sure no one gets too close to her). You spot Chanyeol standing tall over the group of people he’s talking with too. And then you see him.

Prince Charming.

Johnny Suh.

He looks breathtakingly handsome, wearing a white uniform adorned with golden tassels and medals. His hair is gelled back from his face, and he’s in the middle of laughing at the princess beside him, though her back is to you. Johnny literally looks like a prince with his face full of sunlit radiance, and in that moment your heart yearns. You wish you had a Prince Charming, but it’s clear that this one already has his princess.

And then she turns around with a flip of her long, dark wavy hair.

You burst out laughing so loud that Jiwon hits your arm to make you quiet down.

Hendery is dressed as a princess, clinging to Johnny’s arm as Jungwoo and Ten stand there with them, both of them laughing along with the costumed couple.

There are several other princesses you soon realize. Staff members and female artists have both dressed as princesses, and the more of them you see, the more you think that you’re not the Cinderella of this ball. There’s others that shine with more glitz and glamor than your thrifted dress ever could. So you mostly stick to yourself, seated at a table in the corner, sipping at your drink to avoid talking to a drunk coworker when he stumbles into his seat at the table.

You just watch the party, suddenly no longer feeling it because the best looking man here tonight is clearly Johnny Suh (which you’ve thought that numerous times before, but especially so tonight) and it’s obvious that everyone else thinks so too. He wins a prize. He has people coming up to him all night, fawning over him, running their fingers through the tassels on his shoulders.

“Stop pouting,” Jiwon tells you as she drops down into the seat beside yours. She sits a fresh drink down in front of you. “Just drink this down and come have fun with me. We can mingle and actually get the chance to speak to some of these idols we never work with.”

You know she has her eyes on D.O. who’s standing in a clear line of sight from where you’re both sitting, holding an audience of a few people captive with his story.

“You go.” You nod toward him. “Here’s your chance, Jiwon.”

She frowns at you. “I didn’t spend so long making you look like Cinderella just for you to sit all glum in the corner. You look fantastic, darling, and if you don’t get up and show off that lovely dress and your beautiful face, then we can’t be friends anymore.” She folds her arms in front of her and pouts.

“If I go get some more drinks, does that count?”

“It’s an improvement at least.” She sighs. “I’m going to try to talk to him. While I’m gone, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She eyes your coworker who’s slumped over in his chair now, starting to snore. “And make sure he doesn’t puke on himself.”

You have no intention of babysitting a guy who takes every opportunity to steal credit from you, so you definitely leave the table as soon as Jiwon walks away.

You’re standing at the bar area, waiting for the man behind the counter to make the drink you’d requested, when someone comes up beside you, just a figure in the corner of your eye. It’s only when he speaks that you look up to see who he actually is.

“I think you dropped this,” Johnny says, and he’s holding up one of the satiny blue gloves you’d worn tonight. You’d taken them off while you ate, and you forgot you’d tucked them in the ribbon around your waist.

“Oh, thank you.” You incline your head and reach for the glove, but when your fingers brush Johnny’s, you pull away with your whole hand tingling. “I probably dropped the other one somewhere too.” You look around, searching the floor.

Johnny chuckles. “No, it’s still right there.”

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks, and you’re grateful that you’re wearing the mask that hides most of your face. The other glove is still safely tucked at your waist, and as Johnny tells the bartender what he’d like, you pull both gloves onto your hands.

“Here’s your drink, Princess.” The man behind the counter winks as he says it, pushing the drink toward you. “And yours, Prince Charming.”

You take your drink and start to walk away, planning to head back to your comfortable corner to drink alone in peace, but then you notice Johnny just a step behind you.

“I think you’re the only person dressed as a princess tonight that hasn’t come up to talk to me tonight.” He says, “Which is unfortunate, since I saw you the moment you walked in, and I wanted to come talk to you then, but Hendery wouldn’t let go of me. I think you deserved best costume; I’ve never seen a better Cinderella.”

His flattery works wonders on melting what nervousness you have in talking with him. Johnny’s all but a stranger to you. You don’t work closely with NCT, but on the few occasions you’ve gotten to work with them, Johnny was always such a large personality, so nice and funny and handsome. Maybe you definitely have a ridiculous crush on him. But it’s always been foolish and far-fetched.

This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, and you don’t quite make it back to that table in the back corner. Johnny drags you down to sit beside him at his table, and even though you’re surrounded by the other members, the way he’s looking at you as you talk makes it feel like it’s only the two of you in the whole building.

You finish your drink, lose track of time, and by the time that the party’s really and truly ending, you’ve forgotten everything but the way that Johnny looks at you, the sound of his voice, and how much that you have in common with him. Maybe it’s ridiculous to form such a deep connection with someone at a party, especially when tomorrow you go back to being just a lowly staff member and he’s a world-famous idol.

But Princess Hendery is the one to break up this intimate conversation. His hand lands on Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny’s head snaps around.

“Hyung, your ride’s about to leave.” Hendery pats Johnny’s shoulder, and then points down the length of the table to a man you recognize as an NCT manager. A tipsy Jaehyun walks by, his fingers twisting in the neck of Johnny’s uniform, and he leans in to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, his fingers slipping down to get a better grip on Johnny’s uniform, and then he’s dragging Johnny out of his seat, pulling him away out the door with their manager before you can get another word in.

You look around then, somewhat dazed at being pulled back into non-Johnny reality, and also slightly buzzed from your drinks, and you realize that the room has emptied out around you, only a handful of people remain. Including Jiwon. She’s bright red and grinning from ear to ear, leaning on a man in costume.

You refuse to let her make any drunken mistakes tonight, so you make your way over, loop your arm around her waist. “Come on, fairy godmother, it’s midnight and we need to get home before the spell wears off.”

Jiwon moans and groans, reluctantly letting you lead her out of the party at last, taking her home to pass out on your sofa.

And it’s a bit later as you fall into bed fresh from your shower with all the makeup washed away now, as you look happily at the photos you’d taken with Jiwon and some selfies you’d snapped several times throughout the night, that you tragically remember that you never gave Johnny your name.

By tragedy or fate or something else against you in the universe, you don’t get to see Johnny again before your position in the company takes you overseas. Not long term, just for a month. But during that month you build a lot of experience toward achieving your dream of becoming a manager for a group, getting your hands almost within reach of that prized promotion.

And as for your Cinderella moment, you try to put it out of your mind, just as you’re sure Johnny’s done. Over a month has passed since the Halloween party, and you doubt he even remembers the Cinderella he spent the night talking to. Even if he does remember, you feel that any chance has long since passed for you to find him and tell him it was you.

On your first day back within the building, you’ve barely made it inside before Jiwon finds you.

You hear her slippers slapping against the ground as she runs toward you, and then she loops her arm through yours in a vice. “Come with me. We need to talk,” she whispers conspiratorially, dragging you into the elevator with her.

“I didn’t want to tell you this while you were away dealing with everything, but,” she says excitedly in a hushed voice so no one overhears, “As your self-designated fairy godmother, I thought I should definitely give you a little heads up. Johnny’s been looking for Cinderella.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. “What?”

“Everyone’s heard him asking around casually about who’d been Cinderella that night, but you sneaky thing!” She pinches your side. “How did you manage to go the whole night without telling anyone who you were?”

Had you? You’d definitely talked with several other staff members at the start of the night, including your supervisor. At least one of them must have recognized you, right? But looking back now, maybe you hadn’t talked in particular about anything that would have given away who you were, and you don’t remember any of them calling you by name or even acknowledging that you were in their department.

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it when the elevator doors open, and Jiwon walks out, still arm-in-arm with you.

“Look, it’s even a company-wide kind of meme.” She points at a bulletin board nearby where normally notices about events and deadlines and everything are hung. But now there’s also a sheet of paper with the word WANTED at the top, a badly pixellated image of the Disney version of Cinderella beneath that, and below that LAST SEEN: SM HALLOWEEN PARTY. In tiny font beneath contact NCT Johnny if you have any information.

“What the hell?” You look around to see if anyone else is looking, and then you step forward and tear it off the bulletin board. “What are people thinking? What if this shows up in the background of a video?” Idols pass through here semi-frequently with cameras on them for one reason or another. You can only imagine the chaos of fans reacting to such a notice as this Cinderella one.

Jiwon laughs as you crumple the sheet up and toss it in a nearby trashcan. “At this point, everyone’s started assuming Cinderella was just a random party-crasher or a ghost since she hasn’t come forward.” She pats your shoulder comfortingly. “One of the aespa girls almost confessed to him that it was her.”

A flare of jealous heat sparks to life in your belly. “Well, it definitely wasn’t!”

“Of course not! She was dressed like a princess too, but not anything remotely Cinderella-esque.” Someone walks into the elevator area, so Jiwon drops her voice to a whisper once more as she tries to urge you, “You should go tell him that you’re his Cinderella! It would be so cute!”

“Are you kidding?” You hiss, glancing over at the man waiting for an elevator. “Look at me, Jiwon. He’d take one look and laugh that I couldn’t possibly be Cinderella. I don’t look anything like I did that night.” You gesture at the very casual outfit you’re wearing, your drastically less made-up face, and just everything about you. You’d truly experienced some kind of magical transformation that night courtesy of the woman beside you. “I couldn’t tell him. Plus, it’s been over a month. Is he really still looking for Cinderella? I’d have given up by this point, like you said, just thinking it was a random party-crasher or something. Plus, if this is like an actual Cinderella moment, it’s not like anything romantic can happen between him and I. It’s against policy.”

Jiwon shakes her head, disappointed. “You’re such a party pooper, darling. And, you’re right, this isn’t a fairytale, okay? I get that. It’s real life and there’s actual consequences, so I won’t blame you if you don’t tell him. But come on, the risk is well worth the reward here, I would think. This job or Johnny? The choice is obvious to me.”

Maybe once you would have agreed. Choosing the literal man of your dreams (because Johnny has been showing up in your dreams with some amount of frequency ever since Halloween) would have been an easy choice before you’d actually landed a position in SM Entertainment. Even then, it wouldn’t have been a crazy choice in your mind. But more recently things have changed.

“They’re promoting me.” You shake Jiwon loose so you can face her properly. “That’s what the whole point of me being overseas for the last month was. Training me up, seeing if I had the potential to really be a manager. And that’s my dream job, you know. I don’t think the risk is worth the reward in this case. But damn,” you sigh, catching sight of a screen showing a clip from one of NCT’s music videos, Johnny’s face filling the screen. “I wish it was possible.”

To give up your dream job just for the possibility of a romance with an idol seemed far-fetched and stupid.

So you ignore the Cinderella search. It’s not like you ever even see Johnny, so it’s not a problem at all.

Until the day comes when you officially receive your promotion.

“You’re being promoted,” your supervisor tells you, “NCT needs a new manager, and you’re best qualified for the job.”

Your stomach feels like it drops to the floor. “What?”

You’d been expecting that you were going to get to help manage a new group, or at least maybe aespa. You didn’t think they’d throw you to the wolves that was the confusing mess of NCT’s schedules. So it was a nightmare wrapped in a thin layer of a dream, and right at the heart of it all was Johnny Suh.

You were so nervous on your first day as a manager (because of course, you couldn’t manage one of the other units, you had to be assigned to 127) that Johnny would recognize you on the spot, call you out on being Cinderella, and make a scene. But you were equally as nervous that he wouldn’t recognize you at all.

The latter turned out to be the truer though not entirely accurate.

When you were introduced to the members, Johnny gave you a kind smile, and then said, “Hey, I recognize you.”

Your heart stopped and then started beating at what felt like double-time. “You do?”

He nods. “Yeah, you’ve worked with us before, right?”

Ah. Your heart rate slows back to normal. “Yeah, yes, I have. Just a few times.”

Then he repeats your name back to you as if making sure that he’s got it right, and an hour later you’re still thinking about the way that your name sounds from his lips.

That feeling doesn’t pass, not for a while.

Slowly you grow more comfortable and relaxed in your role a manager for the group. You get used to the stunning presence of the handsome men. You get used to the sound of Johnny’s voice and his laugh. You get used to driving the members around, shuttling them to and from schedules, getting them what they need, managing them and managing your feelings.

And best of all, you never hear Johnny mention Halloween or Cinderella, which makes it much easier to put it all from your mind. Well, somewhat easier. Jiwon refuses to let you forget; she calls herself your fairy godmother all the time, calls you princess, teases you when you mention stories that involve Johnny, which is most of them because within several weeks of you becoming a manager for the unit, you and Johnny have actually grown quite close.

“Oh, come on!” Jiwon exclaims one evening as she stretches out on your bed. “I’m tired of all of these cute, funny stories about Johnny! I want gushy romantic, hot stories.” She rolls over onto her stomach and looks at you. “God, let me tell you, one time when I was doing their makeup the stylist had to make an alteration on his pants, and that man whipped off his pants with no shame and stood there in his underwear for me to do his makeup. Babe, I know you’re already mentally going through hoops to avoid thinking about him, but trust me that you would reconsider if you had seen his--”

You slap your hand over her mouth. “Don’t.”

“No need to sound so pained about it.” She pushes your hand away. “I don’t know why you’re fighting this so hard. Yeah, you’re a manager, but you and him are fully grown adults. This is a stupid policy because from the stories you’ve told me, if you and Johnny were just alone for like an hour together, you would probably end up together.”

You roll your eyes. There have been times you’ve been alone with Johnny, driving him to or from a schedule. It wasn’t like there was undeniable sexual tension in that van or anything like that. And even if Jiwon means totally alone in a non-mobile setting, you doubt anything like that would happen, but you’ve never yet had the chance to find out.

When the first winter storm hits, you’re driving Taeyong back to the dorm from a solo schedule he’d had that had run long. It’s very late. Taeyong dozes in the passenger seat, you’re yawning every other minute, and as you enter the city limits you realize that it’s starting to snow large, fluffy flakes that are coating everything they touch.

The city’s been extremely cold lately, so you’re not surprised that the snow isn’t melting, just piling up, making it hard to see at times.

By the time you reach the dorm, the roads are slushy and slick. Snow blows across the streets in waves.

Taeyong’s schedule had been a three-day event, so he has a few items to unload, and due to the sharp cold breeze and how deep asleep he’d been just moment before, you help Taeyong unload and carry his belongings up to the dorm. Your shoes squeak on the floor, and by the time you reach the door of the dorm, you’re both still shivering.

The door opens with a chime, and as you come inside, you see Johnny’s sitting at the kitchen table playing on his phone and eating cereal. Taeyong mumbles something, toes off his shoes, drops his bags, and just stumbles off to bed, too sleepy to even do anything else.

Johnny’s watching you as you let out a big yawn and sit what you’d been carrying down beside the rest.

You run your fingers over your hair, brushing away the last snowflakes that cling somewhat intact to your hair. “It’s snowing pretty good out there. I haven’t seen snow like this in years.”

Johnny glances over at the large window of their living room. The puffs of snow float by, lit up by all the city lights, and he stands up, walking over to press his face to the glass, looking down at the street below and the rooftops around their building. Everything’s already covered in a pretty decent amount of snow.

“It’s beautiful out there.” Johnny is pressed to the glass, looking out at everything.

Before you can register what’s happening (it is very late and you’re half-asleep on your feet, so excuse you if you’re a little slow at the moment), Johnny’s walking back past you, grabbing his coat from the back of a chair with one hand, and taking your hand with the other. He guides you along by the hand down through the building, out into the falling snow.

“What are we doing?” You ask, folding your arms around yourself as Johnny releases your hand once you’re outside. Shock at the situation kept you silent until then. “You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch a cold.”

Johnny laughs. “I’ll be fine. Come take my picture.” He walks out into the snow-covered street, tilting his head back to the sky, arms held out. The streetlight just down the road casts Johnny and the snow in a silver light, and he’s so beautiful in that moment that you’d be crazy not to take a photo, so you pull out your phone and start taking pictures of him.

This photoshoot goes on for several minutes before you pause to check a photo you just took, and for your efforts of trying to be a good photographer, you get a snowball right to the shoulder. Johnny’s laugh is loud in the muted silence of the falling snow, and he only laughs louder when you shove your phone into your jacket pocket and duck down to form a snowball of your own.

The snow fight lasts until you’re both pink-cheeked, sniffling in the cold air, and neither of you can feel your fingertips anymore.

“I’m t-too cold to keep this g-going.” Johnny laughs and shivers, tucking his hands into his armpits as he walks toward you.

“I - I should get going anyway.” Your teeth chatter together. “I still need to get home, and it’s late.”

“Come up for c-coffee,” Johnny suggests, his eyes lingering on you and the snow caught in your hair, wreathing your face. “You’re clearly tired and cold. You need some coffee.”

Damn your heart and Johnny’s good intentions. You follow him back up to the dorm, and while you shuck off your coat and wet shoes and damp socks, Johnny starts making you both some coffee. And minutes later, you’re still shivering as you clasp a warm mug between both of your hands, sitting next to Johnny while he swipes through your camera roll to check out the photos of him you’d just taken.

You know that you should leave. It’s not appropriate for you to just be hanging out at the dorm. You should put your coat and shoes back on, take the coffee to go, and head home so you can get some sleep before you have to work tomorrow. Just as you’re about to say something along those lines, your phone buzzes against the table and Johnny makes a soft, oh.

“What?” You lean closer, sitting the mug down on the table.

“It’s a weather alert.” Johnny looks up at you, and for a moment neither of you speak or move or breathe. You’re so close together right now. You can see all of the little water droplets stubbornly clinging to his eyelashes from the snow. You can smell the coffee on his breath and something a little sweet too. But then Johnny snaps his mouth closed and leans back a little, just putting some distance between you and him.

He clears his throat, then says, “It says the roads are really bad, that it’s just going to get worse. You should probably just stay here tonight, and I feel like you’re going to argue with that, but honestly, it’s for your own safety. Roads are dangerous, plus you’re already cold and tired. That’s a bad combination. You’re just going to have to be back here in a few hours to pick us up anyway since hyung is gone.”

You’d forgotten about that. The manager that normally stays at the dorm with them is gone for the week. That’s why you had to be the one to take Taeyong to his solo schedule, and why you were going to have to be up earlier than normal for work tomorrow. Maybe Johnny has a good point.

Johnny looks away from you, back down at your phone, and he swipes away the notification, then makes a little frown.

You look down as well, and there you see that your phone has gone back to the screen showing all of your photos, and there, just barely visible at the top of the screen, is a photo you’d taken of yourself in the Cinderella costume on the night of the Halloween party.

Johnny inhales and the silence as you wait for his exhale seems to last an eternity.

“You were--”

You push back from the table, already reaching to pull your shoes back onto your feet, forgetting entirely about your wet socks. “I’d really better leave.”

You’re halfway to the door, hopping on one foot, struggling to get your second foot into it’s boot, when Johnny loops his hand at your elbow, helping to steady you as you’d nearly just tipped over onto your face.

“Please don’t leave.” He pleads.

You look up at him. Your foot thumps heavily down onto the ground. “Johnny.... please. I shouldn’t stay here, I could get in trouble with the company.”

His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them before. “Please stay. It’s dangerous out there, I’ve said that already. If anyone has a problem with you staying here overnight for your own safety, then I’ll vouch for you. I’ll make the others vouch too.” His hand slides from your elbow down to your wrist, holding loosely now that you don’t seem to be in such a rush to leave. A slow, crooked smile appears on his lips. “And anyway, Cinderella, you’re supposed to leave a shoe behind, not your wet socks.”

You roll your eyes, but you smile as well. “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“That you’re the Cinderella I’ve been looking for for months now?” Johnny’s hand slips even lower on your wrist until his fingers are just clasping your hand. “Why didn’t you want to tell me? I had so much fun talking with you that night, and after we left I realized I hadn’t even found out who you were.”

You shiver now that your feet are back inside your wet shoes.

Johnny clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Take your shoes off. You’re staying. Go on. Sit right there.” He points at the chair beside the table. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare leave.”

His voice is so commanding, you wouldn’t dare leave now. He walks out of the kitchen, and when he returns a moment later, he’s carrying a change of clothes for you from his own closet.

“I know it’s your job to worry about us,” he says, holding out the clothes to you. “But please let me take care of you too. Don’t catch a cold. You can go shower in the bathroom off my room, put these on. You’re staying here tonight.”

You nod, accepting the sweater and slick basketball shorts.

When you emerge from the shower several minutes later, feeling much more thoroughly warmed, the lights in the dorm have all been turned off, but Johnny’s sitting on the sofa now with his phone lighting up his face. It’s very, very late. He looks as if he could nod off right there, but as you walk closer to him, he blinks up at you. A smile breaks across his otherwise sleepy expression.

“What?” You ask, sinking down onto the sofa with him. There’s a blanket draped over the back, and Johnny immediately pulls it down over your shoulders. You clasp the edges of it together in front of you. “Why are you smiling like that? Are you feeling feverish or something?” You lift a hand and immediately check his forehead with the back of your hand, but he doesn’t feel warm.

Johnny, still smiling, reaches up to lightly bat away your hand as he sighs and rests his head against the cushiony back of the sofa, staring at you. “No, like.... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You gave them to me.” You reply, amused at the dopey look on his face.

“I know.” Johnny whispers. “You just look really good in them.”

Your heart flutters in the way that you know you shouldn’t let it. This is Johnny. You’re his manager. This is inappropriate to be feeling this way about him. It’s definitely inappropriate to be sitting on a sofa in the dark with him, wearing his clothes, having just showered in his shower using his shampoo and body wash. But it feels good.

You lean your head against the sofa’s back too, draw your knees up toward your chest, and you look right back at Johnny in the same way he’s looking at you. You whisper, “You should go to bed. We all have to be up in a few hours.”

He bites his bottom lip and then stretches out a risky hand to touch yours. When you don’t pull away or tell him not to, Johnny keeps going, turning your hand over, pulling it into his lap. He touches your palm, caresses your fingers, treating you like you’re fragile and delicate like a little princess.

“Johnny,” you whisper a few moments later when he’s still just holding your hand, making no effort to go to bed. “Go.”

“There’s so much snow out there.” He says after another few seconds. “There’s no way that we’ll still have our schedules tomorrow. By the time morning really comes, we’re going to be buried in. I was looking at the weather while you were showering, and it’s not showing any sign of stopping before at least tomorrow night.”

“Banking on your schedule being cancelled doesn’t mean you don’t have to go to bed.” Your hand shakes slightly as you lift it, trembling with the risky nature of what you do next. Johnny’s hair is soft and his face is pleasantly warm as you push a few loose strands away from his face.

Johnny exhales at the feel of your fingertips just barely brushing his skin. “Come to bed with me. Haechan’s not here. He’s upstairs tonight.”

You noticed that as you crept into Johnny’s room to use that bathroom. Both of the beds were empty.

It’s tempting to give in, to follow him into that bedroom and let the door close behind you as you get into bed with him. You’re sure that sharing a bed with Johnny would be very warm and comforting in this snowy cold night. But you can’t.

“Johnny.” Your voice trembles ever so slightly. “I can’t. I’m your manager, and it just.... I could get in trouble.”

“You’re still shivering from the cold,” he argues, “Basically hypothermic. I’m just trying to keep you healthy, trying to save you from freezing. No one would know but us. If the others ask questions, I’ll make excuses.” He smiles, and that almost does it for you.

You shake your head, close your eyes, turn your head away from him so you’re not faced with the temptation. “No. I’m serious. You should go to bed. I’ll stay right here. Just here.” You pat the sofa. “I’ll be comfy and this blanket’s warm.”

“Fine.” Johnny sighs, and he stands up, still holding your hand. “But don’t think that you can sneak out, Cinderella. Okay?”

You squeeze his hand lightly. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

He leans in so quickly that there’s no time for you to even protest before he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek. And then he’s gone, vanishing into his bedroom as you sit frozen on the sofa, looking after him.

It takes a long time to fall asleep after that. Just you lying there in the dark with the blanket tugged up to your chin, listening to all of the unfamiliar sounds of the dorm, watching the snow drift by outside the window, shivering in the chill air.

After nearly an hour of silence and cold and overthinking, you sit up, gather the blanket around your shoulders, and you tiptoe across the living room to the door of Johnny’s bedroom.

When you reach the door, you stand there in hesitation, your knuckles hovering just inches from the door. You’re being silly. Ridiculous. You’re putting the future of your career in jeopardy by just standing here before his doorway and contemplating going inside. You shift your weight uncertainly, drop your hand to your side, consider turning back and walking to the sofa, but before you can move, the door swings open and you’re faced with Johnny’s chest.

You lift your gaze slowly to his face.

“I could almost hear you thinking through the door,” he says with a smile, and then he steps aside, “Why don’t you come in?”

“It’s just cold out there,” you mumble as you step inside, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “I was going to ask if you had another blanket.”

Johnny hums in a way that tells you that he doesn’t buy your lie one bit. He closes the door behind him, his back braced against it as he faces you. “I can’t believe that all this time you’ve been my Cinderella.” He shakes his head, gaze wandering over the shadowy shape of you.

His room is dark but your eyes are adjusted just enough that you can see him fairly well in the faint light coming in through the window. So you can see as he pushes away from the door, as he steps toward you. Your body tingles in anticipation, your fingertips go numb so you curl them into fists in your blanket, and Johnny stops right in front of you.

“It’s well past midnight, Cinderella,” he whispers. “The ball is ended, the magic spell is worn off, and you’re still just as beautiful and fascinating and enchanting as you were that night.” His hands come up to the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, fingers tucking underneath. Your grip on the blanket loosens even as Johnny starts to move the blanket.

It falls away, pooling at your feet.

“Johnny.”

His thumb brushes along your jawline. Your body feels on fire, your fingers burn with the desire to touch him too. So you do, curling your fingers at his hips, his skin warm under yours, and Johnny takes a shuffling step just a bit closer to you, his bare toes bumping against yours.

“Johnny,” you repeat his name, lifting your chin to look him in the eye. “Kiss me?”

He doesn’t wait for you to ask him again. Johnny leans in and catches your lips in a kiss. His palm rests against the side of your neck, his thumb still stroking at your jaw. When you try to press closer, to deepen the kiss, Johnny backs away.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, clenching your hands at his sides.

Johnny chuckles, dipping forward to kiss your forehead. And then he kisses you again. He takes a step back, you follow, and another, and then he’s sinking down onto his bed, his hands moving to your hips to guide you to straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss as you do.

Making out with Johnny Suh is certainly not what you imagined you’d be doing tonight when you brought Taeyong home from his schedule, but here you are, sitting in his lap in his bed, his hands on your hips, and your mouth on his.

“Wait,” he mumbles, pulling back momentarily. “Let me put some music on or something.”

You don’t want to move from his lap, but you let him lean away, reaching back across his bed toward the pillows to grab his phone. He taps at the screen for a few moments, and then music—soft enough to not wake anyone but just loud enough to mask any sounds the two of you may make—begins to play over his Bluetooth speakers.

As Johnny sits back up, leaving his phone tucked beneath his pillow, you admire the sight of him. His abs. His chest. His arms.

You’ve seen Johnny shirtless before in dressing rooms, for photo shoots and video shoots. But seeing him like this, in the half light of his bedroom with the tingling reminder of his lips on yours, is a completely different experience.

Like a magnet, he finds you again. His mouth on yours, kiss unrestrained under the cover of the music, letting out tiny little moans as he kisses you. Each sound brings a smile to your lips, and after a few moments, you’re grinning into the kiss, twisting your fingers into his hair, and Johnny smiles as he fits his hands under your borrowed sweatshirt, his fingers chilly on your heated waist and belly.

His fingers shift higher and higher, and your breath hitches as he caressed your breast.

“Alright?” He murmurs, giving you a moment to answer while he kisses the corner of your mouth, skimming his lips over your jaw, down your throat.

You shiver, twisting your fingers a little more tightly in his hair, shifting just that much closer to him. You can feel every inch of him against you, your body burns and tingles, your heart racing in your chest.

“So good,” you moan softly, tugging lightly on his hair to bring his mouth back to yours.

Johnny smiles into the kiss, his thumb drifting attentively over your nipple. Slowly he eases backwards until he’s flat on his back and you lie against his chest, still just kissing him and yearning to feel his hands touching you everywhere, not just your breast. You shiver against him again, and Johnny is gentle as he rolls you under him, as he tugs the blankets up over your bodies.

“Still cold, Cinderella?” He teases, his nose bumping against your cheek.

You push a section of his hair back behind his ear, spend a few seconds lingering there, your thumb against his face. He’s so handsome, and you being here beneath him in his bed, it’s unreal. Like a dream. Like a fairytale Cinderella moment you never thought you’d have because he’s an SM Prince, and who are you? Hardly any better than a servant.

Johnny shifts to the side, looking down at you. “What are you thinking about? You’ve got that expression.” He lifts a finger and traces the furrow between your eyebrows.

“I’m just thinking how I don’t belong here.” You sigh, looking away to the window. Your hand is on his arm and you absentmindedly stroke over his sunflower tattoo, mirroring the movements of his thumb moving back and forth on your waist beneath the sweatshirt.

Johnny’s lips touch against your throat, pulling a sigh from your lips, to which he asks, “What do you mean you don’t belong here? And don’t tell me again that it’s because you’re a manager.”

But that’s exactly why.

“Stay here. With me.” Johnny withdraws his hand from beneath your sweatshirt. “If you feel like this is moving too fast, we can stop here. We can go to sleep. Just sleep.”

He moves back an inch or two, just as much as his narrow twin bed will allow, but you don’t want him to go far. You scoot closer again, still gripping his arm. Johnny smiles at that. You sink your head onto the pillow, look up at him. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Johnny brings his hand up, tracing his knuckles lightly along your cheek in a way that makes your heart pound and your toes and fingertips tingle in delight, in the need for reciprocation, to touch him and hold him too. But you bring your hands up to your chest, clench them into tight fists inside the sleeves of the sweater, will yourself to not touch him because if you do, you’re pretty sure you won’t be able to stop yourself from going further.

“You promise you won’t run away after I close my eyes?” Johnny asks.

“I promise.” You watch as Johnny stands up from the bed, and he hesitates then for a moment, looking down at you, his hands on his hips. You think, for a moment, that he’s about to tell you goodnight and sleep in Haechan’s bed instead. But he takes a deep breath, his thumbs tracing along the waistband of his sweatpants.

“So, normally, I do sleep in my underwear. I get hot at night, so it’s just a lot more comfortable for me.” He explains, glancing away as he admits this. You have a feeling that he might actually normally sleep naked, but given that you’ve both agreed to draw the line at making out and some light touching tonight, being naked in bed with you might be a bit more than you wanted.

You appreciate his unspoken question, a request for you to consent to him stripping to his underwear to sleep in bed with you. But it’s his bed, in his bedroom, in his apartment where you still feel you don’t entirely belong. You’re the intruder here. And besides--

“I like to sleep in my underwear too,” you tell him. “So it works out.”

Beneath the blanket, you shimmy easily out of the silky basketball shorts Johnny had lent you, and as you drop them out over the side of the bed, you watch Johnny swallow, his throat bobbing even as he smiles a little. You watch too as his thumbs tuck under the waistband of his pants, and then he’s pushing them down, kicking them off, slipping back into the narrow bed with you.

You keep the sweater on, but the bare skin of your legs, from toe to hip feel so free beneath the sheets, and when Johnny’s knee knocks into yours, you feel it from the point of contact all the way through your body. You’re hyper-aware of him, more than you’ve ever been with anyone else probably.

And then you lift your leg a little, draping it over one of his so your knee rests between both of his. You prop yourself on your side a bit, a hand tucked under the pillow. Johnny faces you too.

“Goodnight, Cinderella,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

You don’t remember falling asleep. One moment you were listening to the music softly playing still from the speakers, to the even sound of Johnny breathing. And then you’re woken by the sound of your phone ringing while the sky outside is still a dim shade of gray.

Your phone’s in the pocket of the shorts on the floor, so you fumble around for a moment before finally fishing them out of the pocket. You stab at the button to answer the call, squinting against the brightness of the screen.

“Hello?” You mumble into the phone.

Johnny shifts beside you, his hand sliding over your belly where the sweatshirt has ridden up through the night. His thumb touches the lacy edge of your panties. You close your eyes and focus on breathing, on listening to whoever’s interrupted your sweet sleep so early in the morning.

“I’ve got some good news.” It’s your boss, the one who makes all of the big calls. “Schedules are cancelled for the day, that’s the official news. The city’s snowed in, so you can stay home today.”

You can’t believe Johnny was right about that. You’ve never had a day where you heard of their schedules being cancelled because of the weather like this, but you accept it, thank him for calling to let you know, and when you end the call, you lie there in the silent darkness of the bedroom.

At some point in the night, the music has ended. It must be very early, with the sky still so dark outside the window, but even in the half-light you can still see snowflakes drifting by.

Johnny’s fingers twitch on your belly, his pinky finger stroking along the top edge of your panties. You turn your head to look at him.

His eyes are still closed, but you can tell that he’s awake.

“Who was that?” He asks after a few moments, his voice soft and rough at the same time, drenched with sleep.

“You were right. The day’s schedules are cancelled.” You lay your hand over his. You’re half-tempted to move it just because it’s driving you to distraction, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop touching you like this.

“Mm, perfect.” Johnny opens one eye to look at you. “Now we can just sleep for the rest of the morning. Stay in bed.”

You want that. There’s nothing you want more right now than to stay here in bed with Johnny. “I should probably go let the other boys know. Tell them to turn off their alarms. To stay inside today where it’s warm.”

The tip of his pinky makes it just beneath the edge of your panties. Your nipples are hard, and you’re glad you’re wearing the sweatshirt so he can’t tell how just this tiny touch is affecting you so greatly. But it’s something in the way he’s looking at you right then--his bottom lip caught beneath his teeth, his eyes on your parted lips--that tells you that somehow he already knows how aroused you are.

You almost close your thighs, squeeze your legs together to do something about that burning need rising between your legs. But your one leg is still draped over Johnny’s, your calf against his. And when you move it just a little, the friction of your skin against his has Johnny breathing more deeply.

There’s a buzz running under your skin, zipping through your veins, and in the moment you forget everything else but that feeling and Johnny making you feel it.

Your hand covers his on your belly, and you apply just the lightest amount of pressure. His fingers slide so eagerly into your panties.

His breath sounds unsteady, and you’re sure yours does too.

“I’m gonna be so honest right now,” he tells you, his voice barely more than a breath. “I’m so hard, baby. The second you made that little whimper, shit, I felt lightheaded.” You don’t know what whimper he’s talking about, but you don’t care. His fingertips are edging lower and lower inside your panties and in a second he’ll be touching your clit and that’s all you want right now. You almost buck up into his touch.

You grip his wrist before he can, and Johnny freezes. “We don’t have any music,” you tell him.

Johnny smiles. “Guess you’ll just have to try to keep quiet then, won’t you?”

“Guess you should kiss me again then.” You reply, and Johnny’s only too pleased to satisfy that request.

The moment his mouth is on yours, he’s dipping his fingers lower, his middle finger touching your clit, and he gasps lightly as he feels the heat of your wetness coating his fingers. You can’t believe you’re doing this with Johnny.

He rolls closer, and as he does you can feel his erection against your thigh.

“You want me to finger you, baby?” His words flow over your lips, swallowed right down by your eagerness. You nod. “I want to hear you say it.”

A new wave of heat bursts in your belly at Johnny’s dominant tone. “I want your fingers, Johnny.”

He smiles as he kisses you now, pressing his long middle finger inside you in a way that would have you loudly gasping except for his mouth sealed over yours. Johnny curls his finger just right, his palm smoothly moving against your clit as he thrusts his finger inside you, soon adding a second then a third.

You’re openly panting and moaning into his mouth as he fucks you on his fingers. His other arm is wrapped around your back, bracing you against him as he works you quickly toward an orgasm. His erection is against your thigh, and occasionally you notice him grinding against you, thrusting forward to help with what he needs. But most of his attention is on you, making you feel good.

It’s still some time before dawn when Johnny brings you tumbling over the edge of your climax. Your thighs close around his arm, his fingers still pumping inside you, and you bite his tongue as you cum, and that just makes him moan.

You’re still shaking from the ecstasy when you break the kiss to drop your head to his shoulder, your breath coming out in shaky puffs.

Johnny kisses your forehead, his damp fingers pull out, slipping out of your panties to rest against your thigh, the other hand strokes your lower back, a relaxing weight keeping you resting against him. You try to move a hand down, wanting to touch him too, but Johnny makes a noise.

“You don’t have to.” His damp fingers close around your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“You’re still hard.” You raise your knee a little so your thigh brushes against where his dick is still full in his underwear.

His eyes flutter for a moment, his hips grinding forward.

You lift a hand to touch his hair, tugging lightly to bring his lips to yours as you tilt your head back. “Let me make you feel good, too, Johnny.”

Johnny slides his body over yours smoothly, his body bracketed perfectly by your thighs. You tangle your arms behind his neck, kissing him like your life depends on it as he grinds against you through your panties.

You can feel him very clearly now. Every inch of him. You wish he was inside you, stretching you wide open, filling you deeply with his length. You kiss him and trace all of those desires against his tongue. Your heart pounds with that desire, breath racing and your nails rake down his back as he picks a good rhythm. You’re going to cum again, you already know it.

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles into the kiss. “I wish I could cum inside you.”

“Then fuck me.” You gasp back. “Where are condoms?”

His lips slide from yours, over your jaw to your throat. He groans. “In the drawer over there.” But you can tell from the tightness in his voice, from the broken staccato beat of his movements that he’s close, that he probably won’t be able to hold back much longer. Why wait? Why risk putting a pause on this if it might just ruin his orgasm?

You shake your head, tangle your fingers in his hair, guide his lips back to yours. Next time. He can fuck you next time. Right now you just want him to cum; you want him to get you to cum a second time.

A hoarse groan builds in the back of his throat, and Johnny thrusts one last time before he freezes, his cock twitching in his underwear, right against you. You can feel the wet heat of him spreading through the material right against you, and you buck your hips up, chasing your own orgasm even if it means grinding against Johnny’s sensitive cock as he comes down from his high.

Johnny’s mouth feels so soft against yours when you kiss this time as your orgasm crashes through you. Lazy kisses, bodies intertwined. Johnny doesn’t move from between your thighs, just holding himself above you, kissing you slowly and softly.

Morning is breaking outside, though with the heavy winter weather, there’s not too much of a difference visually.

Eventually Johnny moves away, his hand slides up under your sweatshirt, just touching your bare skin as you both tuck yourself against each other and catch your breath.

It’s still early. You could roll over to fall back asleep, but even as you consider that, you know it’s too late, you’re already wide awake. Johnny knows it too, so after a handful of moments, he kisses you and then sits up.

“I’m going to shower.” He stands out of bed, tugging uncomfortably at his underwear. You can see the damp spot spread over the front of them, and you hide your smile in his pillow. You made him cum in his pants. It’s cute. You close your eyes and replay that moment, Johnny pressed against your like that, the way he’d moved, the way he’d sounded as he came.

When you open your eyes again, he’s gone. The bathroom door is closed, only a thin sliver of light beneath it and the gentle patter of the shower turning on indicating that Johnny’s behind it.

The dorm is still thick with the sound of sleep, so you’re quiet as you redress and creep out of Johnny’s room. You stand to look out the window in the living room. The world outside is covered in thick snow that continues to fall. Your breath fogs the glass.

Taeyong’s the first one up, stumbling out of his room in just shorts and a tshirt, shivering as he walks into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water, and when he turns around, he spots you and nearly drops the glass. He swears viciously before realizing it’s you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He covers his mouth. “Did you stay here last night?”

You nod. “The weather got worse and I was really tired, so Johnny insisted that I stay.” Taeyong makes a face that you can’t quite decipher before he hides it. “Your schedules are cancelled for the day, by the way. We’re snowed in.”

Taeyong nods. “In that case, I’m going back to bed.” He disappears back into his bedroom, and once more the dorm falls silent.

A shiver works its way down your spine as you yawn. You’re so tired, but you know you can’t go back to sleep, so you go make yourself a strong cup of coffee, watch the snow and think. You think about how what you did with Johnny was a mistake--it was great and you loved it and you can’t truly bring yourself to regret it, but it was a mistake nonetheless because if it gets out, if this becomes serious or ends badly, then it will reflect horribly on your career, and all of your dreams will be flushed away.

You want Johnny. You love the way he makes you feel. But you know that you shouldn’t indulge.

And for the next several minutes you sway back and forth on that dangerous line of thought--you want him, but you shouldn’t want him. Maybe you should just leave today, go home, and the next time you see him pretend that the events of last night and this morning never happened. Maybe he’ll forget you’re the Cinderella he spent months searching for.; maybe that was all just a fun game for him anyway, and he’ll lose interest now that he’s found you.

By the time the coffee finishes brewing, you hear the sound of movement in Johnny’s room as he leaves the shower. You pour yourself a mug, another one for him, and then you knock carefully (to not spill the coffees) on his door before opening it.

Johnny’s sitting in bed again, but when he sees you, he sits up and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Feel better?” you ask him, standing there beside his bed as you offer him one of the coffees. He nods and sips at his coffee, and you look over at the window again, at the steadily falling snow. "I guess I still need to figure out some way to get home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Johnny murmurs into his coffee. “You can stay here. Stay right here.” He lifts his face out of his mug just long enough to grab your hand and pull you down to sit on his bed. He doesn’t let go of your hand.

You say his name in a warning tone, but it just makes him smile.

“What?” His thumb rubs gently over your knuckles. “Cinderella kept running away from the Prince because she was scared of her stepmother and stepsisters, right? Well, the Prince found her and they lived happily ever after. I like you. I liked you before I knew you were my Cinderella from Halloween. Finding that out last night or this morning or whatever, that’s just a bonus. I like you in case what we did earlier didn’t make that obvious, and if you like me too, well we can find a way to be together even if our wicked company tries their best to keep it from happening.”

You feel very warm all of a sudden, possibly its the coffee or the bulky sweater Johnny had let you borrow, or it could very well be that he’s confessing to you. Confessing in such a cheesy manner, too. He has feelings for you. For you, not for the Cinderella fantasy version of you.

You push the sleeves of the sweater up your arms, trying to cool down some.

“Johnny.” You know that nothing good can come of what he’s suggesting.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he says softly. “Don’t say it like it’s a no. Don’t say it like you want me but you can’t. We already started down this path, so don’t turn your back on this, please. Say my name like you agree with me, like you like me too.”

“Johnny.” This time you put your longing for him behind those two syllables. You try your best to make it sound like a yes.

You want Johnny. You want this to work. And if he believes in it, then you want to too. But you won’t let this affect your dream. You’ll have Johnny and you’ll have your dream job too. You can figure it out as you go.

Johnny grins. “Yeah, that sounds much better.” He takes a drink of his coffee again, watching you over the lip of the mug, then says, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“Coffee is hardly breakfast, Johnny. Please tell me that you know that.” You groan, prying the coffee mug out of his hands.

He shrugs and grins, watching as you sit his mug and your own on his bedside table. And then he reaches for you, pulling you into his lap so you’re face-to-face. Johnny kisses you slowly, deeply, and when he pulls away, he murmurs, “All I know for now is that you’re my mysterious Cinderella, you’re wearing my sweater, I can still smell you in my sheets, and we have no plans for the rest of the day. If you’d like, I’d love to make you cum again.”

Oh God, you think to yourself, what have you gotten yourself into?

a/n: so months and months ago back when I was accepting requests based off a prompt list, someone sent me a prompt for Johnny to use both “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” and “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.” and thus this was born

I wouldn’t have taken so long to write this, and I’m really really sorry to the original requester (especially since I know I’ve messaged them and let them know it would take a while, but damn I don’t think either of us thought it would take this long, and I checked and they haven’t been active on their blog in a while, so now I feel bad) but I got distracted with writing the next part of the poly series (which was Adore You) and then forgot about this for a brief time, and then once I remembered I was deep into working on the poly finale, so I had to focus on it. But now I’ve finished that! And I’ve finished this too, so if the original requester is still around and sees this then I’m sorry it took so long please forgive me! I would tag them, but I’m not entirely sure if they wanted to be tagged in this or not!

#johnny smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #johnny suh smut #johnny fanfic #damn remember way back in the day when I could write and post something that was under 10k?#when was the last time I did that and didn't call it just a drabble?

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