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xiaq · 1 year

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AO3 Pt. 1 Pt. 2

Pt. 3 I combined the prompts: Outsider POV, Steve Harrington is an Idiot (affectionate), Everyone is Queer Because I Said So, and @c0olness's hyper-specific Wayne's Boyfriend Owns a Gay Bar in Indianapolis and Introduces Steve to a Drag Queen. :)

Angel Reyes has loved Wayne Munson about as long as he’s loved himself. The timing is not coincidental.

Which is why he’s willing to wait for him, even when Angel’s patience is worn thin like the shirt he stole from Wayne three years ago and wears like a prayer to bed.

Some nights, when Wayne calls at the end of his shift and Angel is wiping down his own bar at closing, he’s tempted to say: we might not have much time left—shouldn’t we spend what we do have together?

But he doesn’t.

Because he already knows the answer.

Because the same reason he fell in love with Wayne is the reason Wayne won’t move to Indy. The man is loyal to a fault and when he gives himself to people he gives all of himself and there’s no force in the world that would convince Wayne to leave Hawkins if he thought Eddie still needed him there. Because Wayne loves Angel. But Wayne loved Eddie first. And Angel can hardly begrudge him of that.

So he repeats a well-worn mantra, only slightly comforting: not today, but someday. And he hangs up the phone and he checks the calendar and he looks forward to the time he is allowed. If there’s one thing he learned over the years, it’s that he can’t get greedy when he already has a good thing.

Wayne is worth the quiet agony of patience.

So when he’s locking up for the night and the phone rings, he expects the conversation to take a familiar path.

“Evening, handsome,” he says, canting his hip against the counter. “You tell him yet?”

It’s been his standard greeting for close to a year. Why the man won’t just tell his gay nephew that he is, conveniently, also gay, is beyond Angel. But then, listening has always been Wayne’s strong suit. Talking, not so much.

“Well,” Wayne says. And that’s new.

“Well?”

“I did, actually. After I walked in on him and Steve kissin’ last night—“

“Finally!” Angel crows. The saga of Eddie and Steve and their will-they-won’t-they relationship had quickly surpassed even his favorite telenovela’s dramatic storylines. The pretty jock with hidden depths and the nerdy metalhead falling in love? Hospital vigils? Protracted pining while sharing a bed? Impeccable.

“They’re together now,” Wayne finishes.

“Darling,” Angel says, not for the first time, “I’d like to remind you that you are not paying per word for this call.”

Wayne huffs at him, also not for the first time.

“Steve didn’t know liking both boys and girls meant he was bisexual. He thought there was some sort of…threshold he needed to pass to be queer enough to date a man. I suppose Robin set him straight––or, not so straight as the case may be––” he chuckles a little at his own joke, “And he came over to declare his love as soon as his shift ended.”

Angel takes a moment to digest that. “...Maybe they use Eddie as the sperm donor if they want kids,” he suggests.

“Ease up, it’s not like they teach this shit in school. Bet I’d been a lot more confused too if I had the luxury of liking both.”

“Alright, I won’t pick on your future son-in-law, promise.”

“ Speaking of school,” Wayne says, sidestepping his implication. “Eddie got his diploma in the mail yesterday.”

“You going to do something to celebrate?”

“Actually, we thought we’d take a trip to Indy this weekend.”

Angel twists the phone’s cord around his finger. “…you’re supposed to come next weekend.”

“So you’d have to see me two weeks in a row, if you can bear it.”

“A trial, to be sure. When you say…” he pauses, trying to figure out how to clarify without breaking his own heart. “When you come this weekend. Would you want us—would you want me. To meet them?”

He closes his eyes and bangs a fist against his forehead because that is not the safe way to ask that question.

“It'd be pretty weird if they didn’t meet the person hosting them.”

“Oh, I see. You’re just using me for my five star accommodations,” he says, because he’s apparently determined to dig his own grave.

“No. Wayne says, “those are nice. But mostly I just want to introduce them to my boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

“And saying shit like that makes me think you’re trying to compete with Steve in the stupid Olympics.”

Angel makes an outraged noise but Wayne talks over him which is unique enough an occurrence that Angel lets him get away with it.

“See,” Wayne says. “The boys have decided they don’t want to stay in Hawkins long-term. They figure they’ll stay another year. Save some money. Make sure the kids are settled. And then Eddie’s set on New York or California and I think Steve’s just set on Eddie, wherever he is. I thought we could at least make a case for Indy, though. ‘Cause if Eddie isn’t staying in Hawkins, I’ve got no reason to.”

“Ah,” Angel says again. “And you don’t have any interest in New York or California?”

“I sure don’t,” Wayne says levelly.

“Well,” he clears his throat. “I’ll mop the floors and clean the windows. Give them the best showing I can. Should we plan to take them to one of the…heavier… music venues? I can probably have Frank cover for me, I’d just need to ask him now.”

“Nah. I figure I’ll help you out Saturday night and let them explore on their own. Eddie’s already making a list of options. But Friday is drag night at your place, right?”

“It is.”

“We should start them with that, I think.”

Angel grins. “Their debut in queer society shall be heralded by Dolly Parton and glitter.”

“Mm.”

Angel is familiar enough with Wayne’s thoughtful noises to know that he’s smiling.

“Enough about my boys,” Wayne says. “Tell me about your day.”

Angel does.

When Angel hangs up ten minutes later, for once, he’s grinning. He thinks, as usual, not today but someday. Only ‘someday’ suddenly feels tangible in a way it never has before.

***

Eddie Munson is exactly what Angel expected him to be when he comes tumbling out the driver’s side door of the van parked half on Angel’s driveway and half on his lawn. Angel has been hearing about him through the rosy lens of Wayne’s affection for close to five years and as a result, Angel loves him immediately upon first sight.

Then again, he’d be difficult not to love. Eddie is a bright, frenetic, presence, all hair and chains and affected airs, who shares Wayne's smile, though he dispenses smiles much more freely than his uncle. He is unashamedly himself as he shakes Angel’s hand, tells his uncle he approves, and then asks for a tour of the house.

Steve Harrington is somehow simultaneously exactly and nothing like Angel expected.

Exactly, because he looks the part: a cropped Hawkins Varsity Basketball sweatshirt, tiny athletic shorts, and the well-built frame of someone who regularly works out. His hair is verging on ridiculous. His face is…well-suited to the body, he’ll say.

But the kid also has a hyper-awareness to him, a quick-eyed, assessing, vigilant posture, that Angel has only ever seen in war vets twice the kid’s age. He puts his back to a room’s farthest corner. He keeps doorways in sight. And he constantly, constantly, orbits Eddie like the world's most unsubtle protective detail.

There are also the scars. Terrible, still-healing, scars. On one exposed thigh, the side of his neck, and his right forearm. On the slice of skin between his waistband and the frayed cut-off hem of his sweater. He wears them unapologetically, with the composure of someone who is neither proud nor embarrassed by them.

Angel suspects, only a few minutes into their first meeting, that Eddie may have similar scars beneath his torn jeans and bleach-speckled band shirt. One of his arms has some sort of medical sleeve on it—the pale fabric covered in black bleed-fuzzy Sharpie drawings of bats. Angel considers the mangled half-moon-shaped lines decorating Steve’s thigh. Unless earthquakes have suddenly developed teeth, Wayne has clearly been editing his stories.

But despite their significant aesthetic differences, the two boys are well-suited, if painfully young and unpracticed in the art of subtlety. They touch each other constantly; unthinkingly. Hands. Hips. Shoulders. Elbows. And the way they look at each other—well. They’ll need to work on that if they don’t want to accumulate more scars. Granted, they hardly have to hide their relationship in the sanctuary of his home, but he gets the feeling they don’t know how to be any other way with each other.

It’s both sweet and more than a little heartbreaking.

“So,” he says, “ I need to get back to the bar before the opening act at 8. It’s drag night.”

“Robin is going to be furious she didn’t come,” Steve says.

“We’ll bring her next time,” Eddie says.

They go.

***

Angel’s bar is called Innuendo.

He can’t take credit for the name, but he can take credit for the atmosphere. It’d been a dark, sticky, hole-in-the-wall when he started working there at 21. When he’d bought it from the former owner a decade later, he’d cleaned it up, regulated the jukebox hours, and started live music, drag, and deejay nights. A few years after that, in 1984, when the mayor issued a proclamation declaring the new city policy to no longer discriminate against queers, he’d taken the boards down from all the windows.

It’s still dark in the back where the stage and dance floor are tucked away, but the front windows with a clear view of the street are big and unashamed. He keeps the windows clean.

There’s a copy of the proclamation framed above them, along with pictures of Angel and noteworthy patrons of the establishment over the years: Wakefield Poole; Tom Higgins; Bayard Rustin; Freddie Mercury, and Jim Hutton.

A lot has changed in the last two decades that he’s worked there, but some things, like the old oak-wood bar where all the pictures were taken, stay the same.

He brings Wayne and the boys in through the back to scattered shouts of hello from regulars. He and Wayne slide behind the bar to start helping Frank, and the boys sit on stools with wide eyes.

It’s nice, to see the place from their perspective. The magic of it is never lost on him, but sometimes he does forget exactly how magic it is: a bar that looks like most other bars but where men look and touch and kiss without concern, where there’s art and magazines and conversations that wouldn’t be permitted by common society a scant few feet outside the door.

After fifteen minutes, they get brave enough to explore—admiring the posters on the opposite wall: Bijou and Boys in the Sand; Passing Strangers, Forbidden Letters, and A Night at the Adonis.

They play a round of darts near the front windows, the boards covered in shitty black-and-white copies of Anita Bryant’s face.

They sit at a table near the stage when the show starts. They pull their chairs together. They hold hands on the tabletop. They laugh and shout and sing along and kiss when invited.

After, when they’re back at the bar, flushed with alcohol and the subtle worldview shift that Angel remembers well from his first visit to a gay bar, a few of the queens come over to introduce themselves. Leslie, currently in her Cher era, steps up to the bar, accepts her drink from Wayne with a wink, and gives Steve a clear once-over.

“Aren't you out a little late for a school night, baby?" she says in her customary baritone.

“Uh, no ma’am. I graduated last year. Sorry. Sir?”

"Sugar, do I look like a ‘sir’ to you?"

“Take it easy on him, Les,” Angel calls. “He’s new.”

“No kidding.” She purses her lips at him. “Ma’am is fine unless you meet me on the street. But here I’d prefer ‘honey. Or ‘darling.”

Steve swallows. “I promised I’d reserve pet names for my boyfriend. So. I’ll stick with Ma’am.”

“Well aren’t you a charmer. And where is this boyfriend?”

“Hi,” Eddie says.

She gives him an equally critical once-over.

“Do you know what that color bandana means in that pocket?”

Eddie glances down at his back left pocket; at the black bandana hanging against his thigh.

“Ah...that I’m into S&M but that I like to be the submission one? Like the one getting tied up?”

“You what?” Steve says.

Angel notices that Wayne has made a hasty exit to the bathroom, which is probably for the best.

“Oh my sweet summer child,” Leslie says, “it means the opposite on that side, so maybe switch pockets.” She considers Steve’s pink face. “And also maybe talk to your boyfriend. The whole point of flagging is to find someone to meet your needs and you've got a pretty one right here who seems like he’s awfully willing.”

Steve pulls the bandana out of Eddie’s pocket and, using his teeth, tidily rips it into two. He tucks one half in Eddie’s right back pocket. He tucks the other in his left. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow like he's expecting Eddie to argue. Eddie does not argue. Eddie doesn't do much of anything except stare at him with wide, hungry eyes.

“Well,” Leslie says, sounding pleased, “My work here is done. Honestly, kids these days.”

She gives Steve a little pat on the shoulder as she pushes back into the crowd. “I’d dance while you have the chance, boys. Life is short and sometimes so is love. Capitalize on that shit!”

“Do you want to dance?” Steve asks.

Eddie is still watching Leslie with a bemused smile. “I don’t know how to dance to this music.”

“Well I won’t know how to dance to yours tomorrow, but I’m planning to let you show me.”

“Fair enough, King Steve." Eddie affects a curtsy, offering Steve his hand. “I suppose I can allow you to take me for a turn about the dance floor, good sir.”

Steve bows low over Eddie’s hand, pressing his lips to his knuckles, looking up at him with a grin. “An honor,” he says solemnly, and then drags Eddie, laughing, into the throng of moving bodies.

***

The next morning, Angel wakes up early for no reason he can determine. He’s not good at sitting idle, and he doesn’t want his fidgeting to wake Wayne, so he elects to take his book to the garden. Only, as he slips into the hall, careful with the door behind him, he can hear the quiet, indistinct lull of voices in the kitchen.

Angel moves down the hall on sock feet, avoiding the creaky bit of flooring where the original foundation meets the master addition he added four years back.

The boys have opened the double doors to the patio and Steve is leaning against the jam on one side, coffee cup in hand, looking out at the garden. He’s shirtless, wearing only the shorts from the day before. Warm, tree-diluted, sunrise rays cast him in sepia, making the scars that traverse his flank to his thigh look less gruesome and more artistic. Poetic. He knows more than one photographer who would kill for a shot like this. Something about the coexistence of beauty and pain. Something about a commentary on perceptions of strength; the allure of imperfection resulting from battles survived.

Eddie joins Steve, sliding under his open arm like a habit, dragging a hand down Steve’s side to cup the puckered line of recently-stitched skin at Steve’s hip.

Eddie is also shirtless—wearing jeans and a riot of bed head that Steve presses his face into, murmuring something low and clearly funny by the stifled laughter it produces.

Angel wasn't wrong with his initial assumption: Eddie’s back is littered with shallow scars as well, but he also has a fair amount of tattoos, which makes the other marks less incongruous. There’s something about Steve’s otherwise flawless skin and sculpted muscles that make his injuries feel more visceral.

Or, at least, that’s what he thinks until Steve suddenly looks behind him, like he has a preternatural awareness that he’s being watched.

“Oh,” he says, “Good morning.”

Both boys turn to face him.

And Angel realizes that Steve’s injuries pale in comparison to Eddie’s.

Because Eddie’s chest and belly is a brutal mess of scar tissue.

It looks like something tried to gut him.

It looks like whatever it was probably succeeded.

He knows he’s staring but he can’t seem to stop himself until Steve slides a proprietary hand over the worst of it, spread fingers against what has to still be an agony of healing skin.

He meets Angel's eyes and all but dares him to say anything.

“I think,” Angel says, turning abruptly to enter the kitchen, “the occasion calls for french toast. Thoughts?”

“The occasion?” Eddie asks.

His hand covers Steve’s and presses, not a dismissal but an invitation to linger.

“Your diploma,” Angel says, “Steve’s first time making a fool of himself in front of a drag queen. Whatever excuse is sufficient for the making of said french toast.”

“See, we’re sort of trying out this new thing lately,” Eddie murmurs, looking at Steve, “where we don’t need excuses for things that make us happy.”

“No guilt in our pleasures,” Steve agrees, voice soft, expression reverent. He tucks an errant curl behind Eddie’s ear.

Angel resists the urge to sigh at them. Instead, he toasts them with a carton of eggs. “French toast for the pleasure of french toast, then. You two go sit on the bench in the garden. The sun should be hitting it right about now and that is surely a pleasurable experience. I’ll let you know when breakfast is ready.”

Steve meets his eyes again, this time less challenging, more thankful.

His hand slides from Eddie’s belly to the small of his back, pushing him out onto the patio.

“That sounds nice,” he says.

And they go.

When Wayne shuffles out to join Angel at the stove ten minutes later, the bread is sizzling in the skillet.

They take their time washing the egg bowl and whisk in the sink, elbow to elbow, two men sharing space for a one-man job.

They lean into each other, considering Eddie and Steve, similarly leaned into each other, on the bench under the oak tree outside.

“You think I should talk to them?” Wayne murmurs. “About the way they look at each other. And touch each other. And how they need to cut that shit out if they’re in public?”

“Probably,” Angel sighs. “But not today.”

“No,” Wayne agrees after a moment of silence. He presses a kiss to Angel’s temple. “Not today.”

Pt. 4 (Will's POV)

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve/eddie #myfic #outsider pov #prompt fill #mywriting #listen this was mostly an excuse to cram in a bunch of references to the research I did for my PhD exams in queer theory/history

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beesspacedotorg · 4 months

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abo skz and their song double knot... just feels like that makes a lot of sense

why else would they have made that song?!? 👀

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there's no sex in this, sorry for taking so long bro. there is bang christopher chan though. sorry for the double knot/side effects slander. also this isn't part of the dibsverse

When you first hear the song, you spend the whole of it staring right into Chan’s skull. His ears are bright red and his face is heating and he resolutely avoids your gaze as he stares at the road.

“Christopher,” you start.

“Baby.” “Don’t ‘baby’ me. You did not just make this song.”

“But, did you listen to the lyrics? It’s about finding our own way and-”

“The title of the song is Double Knot, Christopher.”

“It’s about shoe laces!”

“Yeah, I bet it is.”

They don’t perform the song often, they don’t perform songs pre-God’s Menu often, so after a while you let it go. You’re here now, sitting between the Rock Star comeback and whatever comes next, more excited for Nayeon’s new album than anything else, when someone reminds you of it.

“I’m a Double Knot defender,” one of your friends says.

“Do you have ears attached to your head?”

“Yeah, which is why I’ll tell you that the song is straight bars.”

“Yeah, straight un-bar-able.”

“You take that back right now. What next? You don’t like Side Effects?”

“Oh buddy, just wait until you hear this.”

You get back to your table with the drinks when it hits you.

“I fucking forgot about Double Knot.”

“See! Bro’s literally in love with the members and doesn’t even remember the song.” Your friend says. The other one rolls their eyes and starts talking about the amazing production quality in the two songs, you only chime in to stir the pot.

“Christopher!” You’re calling through the house when you get home, kicking off your shoes and throwing your bag haphazardly in a way you know is going to get you scolded later.

“In here!” He calls from his room. Your phone’s been blowing up, so he might be flirting with Stays right now. You hope they won’t mind if you steal him away for a bit.

“Chris, Chan, Channie, you’ll never believe what I was just reminded of.” You flop down next to him, bouncing the two of you a little as his mattress recoils.

“That you need to get the oil changed in your car?”

“What? No. You did that for me last month.”

“That you forgot shampoo at the grocery store?”

“Stop guessing, you’re bad at it.” He huffs and rolls his eyes, setting his phone down to face you fully.

“Well, what is it then?”

“Chan. Channie, Chan. I was reminded,” you stop to giggle, “of Double Knot.” He groans and shoves a pillow onto his face.

“I already told you that-”

“That it was about persevering and shoelaces, I know. But,” you giggle, “Channie, do you know what?” He lifts the pillow just enough to squint at you with one eye.

“What?”

“You can give me your double knot.” He hits you with the pillow.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” The pillow is still over your face but you know better than anyone that he’s bright red and smiley right now. Flustered in that way he always is when you flirt with him.

“Yeah, it does.” You shove the pillow down to look at him, you were right, his face is flaming.

“It most certainly does not.”

“It most certainly does.”

“How?”

“It’s very simple,” you lift your finger beside your face and tilt your head up, putting on a terrible British accent to sound smarter than is necessary for the situation. “One must simply fuck me hard enough that-” He hits you with the pillow again.

“Shush!”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re a virgin.”

“I’m just shy.”

“You weren’t shy last night when you-” The pillow hits you a third time.

“Shh, shh. No more speaking from you.” His hand gently covers your mouth. You stare at him with wide eyes before biting his palm.

“Channie-”

“Ow? What the fuck?” He’s cradling his hand and inspecting it for marks. You didn’t bite him that hard.

“Channie, listen to me-”

“You just bit me-” He stops when he looks back up and gets an eyeful of your chest.

“Channie,” you coo at him, honey sweet, “don’t you wanna fuck me?”

“Jesus.” You smile at him as you can smell his cinnamon get sharper, turning sweet, like an overseasoned latte. He told you once that Koreans don’t use a lot of cinnamon in their foods, so he was worried people wouldn’t like the way he smelled. You told him you want to cover him in sugar icing and lick it off. He called you deplorable.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He shoves the shirt off your body and lays on top of you to attack your mouth.

“You like me anyway.”

“Love, unfortunately.” You smile at him and throw your arms around his neck.

“So, about those double knots?”

#in:box #🌵anon #bee blurbs #a bee o #ft.channie #chan x reader #skz x reader #chan fluff #skz fluff #chan x you #skz x you

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tkachuktkaching · 5 months

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Some of the Matthew Quotes from his recent Interview

Fresh off eliminating the Tampa Bay Lightning in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Panthers forward Matthew Tkachuk joined The Pat McAfee Show on ESPN to talk all things puck on Wednesday.

Still in amazement of Tkachuk’s toughness to play with a broken sternum during last year’s Stanley Cup Final, McAfee and his energetic band of co-hosts started the show talking about playing through pain.

“In the Stanley Cup Playoffs all bets are off and you do whatever you can to play,”

“He was fired up to see us beat Tampa the other day,” (talking of his dad)

“Growing up having him as a voice, as a role model, my brother and I were not forced to play hockey, but we had everything around us to help us grow into it and love the game. We had him around every day to ask about anything, help coach us, teach us, but I’d say the biggest thing that allowed my brother and I to make it to this level was each other. Having that unbelievably close relationship, being each other’s best friends, biggest supporters, and competitors as well.”

“One thing that I’m super grateful that my parents did, and my mom deserves so much credit because she was mainly the one getting up at 5 a.m. to take us to the 6 a.m. practices while my dad was on the road, was that we were never allowed to play hockey 24/7, 365 days like some of these kids do now,” said Tkachuk. “My parents were all about playing every sport you can. I think that’s what allowed me to not get burnt out and my love for the game kept growing and growing more.”

“Don’t touch Bob and there won’t be any problems,” When asked about Tampa Bay and the two goalie interference calls against the Lightning in Game 5.

“We are really excited to get a few days of rest and get rejuvenated, but it’s the playoffs and you just want to be out there playing,”

“Some of the best parts of playoffs are just hanging out with the boys in the lounges on the road and watching other games throughout the league.”

With three first-round matchups still ongoing, Tkachuk spoke on how hard it is to close things out.

“The fourth game in a playoff series is always the hardest to win because no matter what you are in the series, the other team is so desperate playing for their lives you have to find a way to match that or exceed that,” said Tkachuk.

Something that can help with closing out a series is playing in front of a home crowd.

“It’s a tough question because last year in playoffs are team was lights out on the road and it didn’t matter where we played,”

“When playing in Florida, we have such great fans and the building is so loud, I think home ice is important for us, having the extra potential game seven at home, you always want to have that at home. I think our fans are so loud and we’ve made this rink here in Florida a tough place to play, so I think home ice is important for our team, it’s an extra layer you can add to the series. I think we have great fans, so it’s important for us.”

Among the recent sellout crowds at Amerant Bank Arena, Miami Dolphins Jalen Ramsey and Jaylen Waddle have come out to support and hype up the crowd with the banging of the pre-game drum.

Knowing Waddle was there, Tkachuk told the show he was planning on a big goal celebration in salute of the fellow local superstar.

“If I scored I was going to do the ‘Waddle’ because he was there,” said Tkachuk. “He’s my favorite football player.”

While it didn’t happen that game, McAfee called for Tkachuk to bring in the dance celebration next time he lights the lamp.

#matthew tkachuk #florida panthers #nhl #nhl.com #nhl playoffs #curls #chucky quotes

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kimaixun · 25 days

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[It is what it is; Part Two] - [SKZ Bang Chan X M!Reader]

Part One

‼️Trigger Warning(s) : Bullied, Abuse, Rape, Depression, Suicidal‼️

“Are you still hanged up over it?” Seo ChangBin questions the red headed as he tried to secretly glance over his roommate who sat at the corner of the classroom. “If you’re gonna appear every single time we end a period, you’re labelling yourself as a creep. It’s been a week.”

It has been a week.

A week since that night where Bang Chan couldn’t forget the tiny little tint of hurt flashing across M/N’s eyes. He didn’t go after M/N when he left the restaurant but, as he sat back down, a sense of guilt ambushed him, stabbing his heart that the pain was almost physical. Why? Why did he feel that way? This shouldn’t be hurting him, this should only hurt M/N so why was he hurt? M/N didn’t come back that night and Bang Chan barely caught any sleep either. It was early in the morning the next day when Bang Chan heard the door of the dorm open and M/N came stumbling into the room, tipsy, stench in cigarettes and alcohol. Bang Chan got up to sit on his bed, his eyes observing every move of the latter who seems to ignore him indefinitely.

“M/N……I…. I can explain.” Bang Chan stammered.

M/N turned to him, his eyes glassy and unfocused, “It is what it is. You don’t need to waste your breath explaining and I don’t need to waste my time listening.”

That was all M/N said before dropping onto his bed, burying himself under his blanket. Bang Chan swore something in him cracked. Ever since then, neither of them shared any word or look even, at least not M/N. Bang Chan still stole glances over his roommate whilst M/N simply pretended as if Bang Chan was nothing but, a thin of air.

“Has M/N been different lately in class?”

ChangBin thought for a moment before shaking his head, “not really. He is still a quiet and reserved kid like he always was since forever.”

“T…That’s good i guess.”

ChangBin rolled his eyes, “seriously? Why are you so concerned about M/N?”

“I…I… I’m not concern about him, i….i just wanna see him suffer?” It came out as a question but for sure, ChangBin didn’t believe the latter.

ChangBin sighed and patted Bang Chan’s right shoulder, “I won’t judge if you end up caring about how he had felt you know. Besides, you did have to go through a lot just for a bet.”

At his words, Bang Chan winced. He did had to go through a lot to get to know M/N. He had to learn and study M/N deeply, taking notes of his liking and dislikes, his little pet peeves, etc. When M/N confessed to Bang Chan, there was no doubt that Bang Chan felt something, Bang Chan could feel the sincerity of M/N’s heart. Bang Chan had to do something to reconcile with M/N, or at least, get M/N to just look at him even for a minute and so the gifts came in. Bang Chan had left gifts with notes on M/N’s study table.

‘M/N, I bought you the cake you liked from the bakery nearby.’

‘M/N, I bought the puff you craved for before.’

‘M/N, i got this flowers cause it reminded me of you.’

‘M/N, look at this grumpy cat plush. It looks just like you.’

‘M/N, this was cute so i got it for you.’

‘M/N, the novel was going for sale at the bookstore so i thought of you.’

Bang Chan felt the ache in his heart looking at the untouched gifts on M/N’s table. It didn’t seem like M/N even care to look at them. This had been even worse than when Bang Chan had know him for the first time. The walls that Bang Chan had torn down previously was rebuilt with even more concrete security and to be frank, Bang Chan was losing hope.

Bang Chan dramatically plops onto the lunch table across ChangBin and whined, “he doesn’t even touch it, i doubt he even looked at it. I had to throw all the cake(s) and pastries that turned bad. Binnie, give me ideas please. I have to do something. I need to apologise to him.”

“You’re finally admitting that you don’t want to see him suffer?” ChangBin smirked. Bang Chan sighed in defeat and nodded to his words. “I mean, if the gifts aren’t working, perhaps do something more brazen? Like, just grab him and make him look at you and talk it out.”

“It could work, maybe?”

“Oh, by the way, have you heard about it?”

“About what?”

“It could be a rumour but proof has been circulating that M/N use to be a porn star. He was involved in a child pornography.” ChangBin said and Bang Chan gasped, “it’s sickening knowing that people are actually into it.”

“Please, tell me you’re joking.”

“I told you it could be a rumour. I haven’t seen it for myself.”

Bang Chan abruptly stood from his chair, taking his belongings before he rushes out of the cafeteria. Reality smacked him hard on the face. Just when he thought he knew M/N that well, there was still some untold secrets kept by him. Could this be the reason why M/N declared Bang Chan was his will to live? Could this be why M/N confessed that Bang Chan had saved him from himself? Could M/N have gone through severe depression because if the rumour had been true, it could tear down one’s soul? Now, Bang Chan felt even worse than before. The red headed find himself sprinting to his dorm room, barging into it. There, M/N sat on his bed with his phone in his hand.

“You,” Bang Chan took a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline from sprinting.

He locked the door to their dorm room, stomping towards M/N and he stood right in front of the latter who couldn’t care less to even look at him once.

“You…” Bang Chan breathed, “did you know that there are rumours going on that you were involve in a child pornography?” Bang Chan could see how M/N’s frail begin to tremble. “Is it true?” This time, M/N’s head dropped as if he was a child ashamed of being scolded. “M/N? Is it true that you were involved in a child pornography?”

“And so what?” Bang Chan breath hitched as soon as M/N spoke. It had been awhile since he last heard the latter talk and his voice still never failed to give shivers down his spine.

Bang Chan honestly didn’t expect himself to feel anger arise in him at M/N’s response, “so what?! You should’ve told me! You should’ve explain to me the reason why you’ve been telling me that i saved your life! I could’ve understood you better and—,”

“AND WHAT?!” It happened in a blink of an eye. M/N stood up, pushing Bang Chan hard that he had fell onto his bed, “SO YOU CAN TELL CHANGBIN AND YOUR GROUPS OF FRIENDS THAT I AM THE CHILD IN THAT PORNOGRAPHY? SO YOU CAN CONFIRM THE RUMOURS THAT HAVE BEEN CIRCULATING AROUND?! SO YOU CAN JOIN THE SENIORS WHO ARE INTENDING TO RAPE ME?” Raged was seen across M/N as he towers over Bang Chan, spit flying from his lips. In that moment of anger he'd said everything, whatever was most hurtful, whatever would give him the opportunity to relieve himself, “IF I HAD TOLD YOU EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED IN THE PAST, WHAT COULD YOU HAVE DONE? COULD YOU SAVE ME FROM BEING ADOPTED BY CRIMINALS? COULD YOU SAVE ME FROM BEING SOLD TO PEOPLE, TO HUMANS FOR THEIR PLEASURE? WOULD YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRAUMA AND SUFFOCATION I FELT? WOULD YOU UNDERSTAND ME IF I SAID THAT I HAD TO KILL PEOPLE BECAUSE ALL OF THEM RAPED ME AT ONCE? COULD YOU BE HYUNJIN HYUNG TO ME? COULD YOU BRING BACK HYUNJIN HYUNG TO ME? COULD YOU STOP ME FROM TRYING TO KILL MYSELF EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. NIGHT?”

Bang Chan felt his heart throbbed immensely at M/N’s words. The pain and despair he had made M/N felt was nothing compared to what M/N had been through.

“I LOVED YOU! I LOVED YOU CHRISTOPHER BANG! YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE LIKE A FUCKING ANGEL IN DISGUISE. FINALLY, I COULD BREATHE! I FOUND A WILL TO LIVE! I WAS ECSTATIC GENUINELY HAPPY TO BE WITH YOU. I WAS HOPING THAT ONE DAY WHEN WE GRADUATE, GET A JOB, GET A HOUSE TOGETHER, I WOULD MARRY YOU. I WOULD MAKE YOU THE HAPPIEST MAN ALIVE IN THIS WORLD! BUT NO! EVERYTHING WAS A FUCKING BET! EVERYTHING CAME CRUSHING DOWN ONCE AGAIN AND I WANTED TO DIE IF IT WASN’T FOR HYUNJIN HYUNG’S LAST WISH! I WANTED TO JUST JUMP OFF THE BRIDGE THE NIGHT I—,”

M/N stopped himself abruptly, his breath ragged from his outburst, tears streaming down his cheeks. He took a second to breathe, rethinking about that words he had retorted. M/N felt guilty. He shouldn’t have burst out to Bang Chan out of anger. He should’ve just ignored him like he had been for the past few weeks. He shouldn’t have made the impression that Bang Chan had made M/N think about suicide. No one was at fault but, him. M/N was at fault to even exist in the first place.

“M/N,” Bang Chan’s chest heaved with each sob, breath catching in irregular gasps. Tears streamed down his cheeks, unchecked and hot against his skin. His throat tightened, a lump forming that made it difficult to speak. In that moment, M/N felt his heart shatter into pieces. In all his years of living, someone was crying for him. No one should need to cry for him, especially Bang Chan. He didn’t know what he should do and so, M/N left the dorm room, leaving the sobbing one.

“Here, I got you water.” ChangBin sat on the Bang Chan’s bed as the latter hide himself under the covers. Bang Chan finally crawled out and took the water.

“Why are you here?” His voice was hoarse as if he had been crying for days but, in actually fact, it had only been a couple of hours since M/N left him.

“M/N came running to find me. He said that I should come here and take care of you.”

“He did?”

ChangBin nodded, handing over a warm towel to Bang Chan, “i assume you guys had a fight? None of your faces look any better. You look like a puffer fish and so did M/N just now. I’m surprise you guys can see the world with those swollen eyes.”

“I fucked up ChangBin. I fucked up so bad that i just wanna go back to the time i met M/N for the first time.” Bang Chan sniffled.

“That bad huh?”

“I love M/N, i really do. Even if it wasn’t a bet, I would’ve still fallen for M/N.”

“Finally.” ChangBin smiled, “took you so long to admit it. I apologise to M/N earlier on and explain to him the real reason behind the bet. If isn’t for our seniors who threaten us to make our college life miserable on the bet, we wouldn’t have done it. Surprisingly, M/N asked for the seniors names and when i told him, he was silent.”

“What do you mean?”

“He said those seniors had been after him for a while now. He mentioned something about them knowing the truth from their government parents. I didn’t understand him though, do you?”

“Wait, did you said government parents?”

“Yes.” ChangBin affirmed, “Tae-il sunbaenim’s parents are apart of the government ministers.”

“If they are government minister, it means they technically can know each and every person’s background don’t they?”

“Technically yes,”

“Oh no.”

“Woah, where are you going?” ChangBin was taken aback when Bang Chan practically fly out of his bed, grabbing his phone and putting on his shoes. “Can you at least explain something to me?”

“I need to find M/N. I need to talk to him. I need to apologise. I need,” Bang Chan took a deep breath, “I need M/N.”

“Oh, good luck.”

Bang Chan wasn’t gonna waste anytime because if his institution was right, he needs to find M/N fast. Upon knowing another truth, Bang Chan assume that Tae-il and his gang of friends knew about M/N’s past thus they might have been the ones with the intention to rape M/N all this while. This time, Bang Chan was determine to be save M/N. He needs to. He spammed M/N’s phone with calls and messages but to no avail, there was no response. He searched through the campus asking around if anyone had seen M/N but everyone looked at him in disgust instead. That was until Bang Chan came across a group of seniors in the hallway, he didn’t approach them but, he overheard their conversation that put him sick to the stomach.

“Damn was M/N good.”

“I would do him again.”

“Tae-il is making a fortune.”

“Fucking him was definitely better than a woman.”

“Though the location could be better. The gym storeroom smelled horrible.”

BINGO.

Bang Chan sprinted as fast as a wind to the gym storeroom. He was met with groups of people hanging outside the storeroom. Bang Chan ignored the calls from the people that had deemed to be his ‘friends’ as he stomped into the storeroom. His blood turns cold the moment he was met with what was happening. M/N was tied up in ropes and Bang Chan could see the friction burns underneath it. He was naked, blindfolded, body covered in bruises and blood. As if M/N was a doll, three people were doing the deed, raping him simultaneously on the front and back. Tae-il sat by them, on the chair, cigarettes in his hand smirking proudly as if he had done the best thing in the world.

“FUCK OFF!”

Rage was all he saw. He couldn’t think ahead as he lounge towards them. RED. That was all Bang Chan could see. He didn’t know how or what had happened but he felt someone pulling him away from Tae-il and he came into realisation. Tae-il lay on the floor a couple of feet away from M/N, beaten almost to death. He could hear ChangBin telling him that everything was okay now. No, it wasn’t. M/N was still blindfolded, unaware of what was happening, trembling and curling up on the ground. Bang Chan realised he couldn’t save M/N. He failed to save him.

“M/N?” Bang Chan’s hand trembled as he reached out to M/N. He released the ropes, covering M/N’s fragile frail with the blanket Lee Know had handed over. “M/N, its me. It’s okay. You’re okay.” Bang Chan removed the blindfold and M/N’s e/c orbs looked at him but, his heart shattered. M/N wasn’t crying neither did he show the intention to cry. His eyes wasn’t even watery to begin with. All M/N did was stare into Bang Chan’s teary eyes, lifelessly and Bang Chan broke down as he embraced M/N tightly.

What had he done?

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Author’s Note: Apologies for the late update but, here it is! I might just add one last part to this! A happy ending? Or shall I wreck my own heart with a sad ending?

#malereader #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #straykidsxmalereader #seo changbin #stray kids #christopherbang #skz bang chan #bangchan #angst #trigger warning #rape #depression #suicidal

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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The one that got away (4)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, regret, reunion, naughty Dean, implied innocent reader, possessive Dean, tension

A/N: I'm a tease...

Catch up here: The one that got away (3)

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“You won’t kiss any part of me,” you shove him away. “Get off me! I’m not some random hussy you can bang in the backseat of your car. Even if it’s Baby.”

“I was an idiot, okay!” He throws his hands up in surrender. Dean watches you, waiting for you to disagree. The minutes tick by but you remain silent.

You cross your arms over your chest and purse your lips. “If you are waiting for me to disagree with you, this is going to be a fucking long day.”

He cocks a brow. “Maybe I was an idiot back then, but I know better now. Give me the chance to take you on a date. Come on,” he steps closer again to tickle your sides, making you giggle. “One date, sweetheart. I swear I’ll behave and won’t try to kiss you.”

“Pinky promise?” You hold out your finger, waiting for Dean to return the gesture.

“That’s…” He snickers. “So cute you remember!” Dean gives you a pinky promise but crosses his fingers behind his back. “I won’t try to kiss your lips.”

“Good,” you quip. “If you promise to behave, we can have dinner. I know this nice little restaurant. They have pie for dessert too.”

“PIE?” His eyes lit up. “I love me some pie.” Dean smiles as you remember his love for pie. “Let’s go! They have pie!”

“Dean,” you laugh. “Slow down. You’ll get a slice of pie. Please don’t total your car for pie.”

“She still purrs,” you squeal when Dean drives a little faster. “Aw, pretty girl sounds like a young cat, not an old lady.”

“Baby is not an old lady,” he grumbles. “She’s a classic car, sweetheart. Never call her old again.”

“I wouldn’t dare call her old,” you smirk and look out of the window. “I remember the first time you offered a ride to me. You were so excited and giddy like a little boy.” You sigh deeply. “I felt so special because I was the first girl you offered a ride. But the next day, some other girl sat in the passenger seat. I knew then that I wasn’t special at all. Just one of the girls you drove around town.”

“Y/N, you were the first girl I offered a ride. You were special to me back then. I was too chicken to admit that I wanted more from you than friendship.”

“You weren’t afraid to ask the other girls out, Dean. Don’t try to fool me. Back then I was a naïve young girl who was head over heels for her best friend. I’m a woman now, and know a little more about life, and men.”

“Sweetheart, I regret that I rejected you back then. I understand that you still hold a grudge. Please believe me, if I could turn back time, I would tell you that I feel the same and make you scream my name in the backseat of my car.”

He grins when you punch his upper arm. “Asshole.”

“Guilty,” Dean laughs and moves his hand to your thigh to squeeze it. “I would’ve made sweet love to you on a bed first.” He purrs. “Slow and gentle.”

You swallow thickly. Dean still can make you squirm. “I never said I want you to make sweet love to me.”

He squares his jaw but doesn’t say a thing. Dean made a promise to himself years ago. If he ever meets you again, you’ll be his girl.

“We will see,” he hums to himself and bobs his head to the song on the radio. “I bet you’ll be putty in my hands.”

“You were right,” Dean moans deeply. “The food is great.” He shoves a spoonful of food into his mouth. “I love it here. After everything is settled and I find an apartment, I’ll make this place my favorite restaurant.”

You choke on the food. “You want to move to town?”

“Oh, did I not tell you that your company hired me?” He grins and winks at you. “I was here for the conference. I had a job interview and they wanted me to join the conference to get to know my new colleagues and work field.”

“You bastard,” you slap his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me so?”

“I wanted to have dinner with you first and talk about my job later,” he shrugs. “You never asked why I was at the conference. I didn’t think it was important.”

“Dean, it is important if you live in the same town and work at my company. You just came back out of nowhere and now…” you wring your hands. All the feelings for Dean you suppressed for so long come crashing down on you again. “How shall this work?”

“We work together, and I can drive you home after work. You and I can have dinner. Maybe you invite me over to eat your sweet pussy.”

“What?” You cough and look around the restaurant. “Dean! You can’t say things like that in public.”

“Well then, let’s go somewhere private, Y/N,” he dips his head to look you up and down in your business outfit. “I’d love to get you out of those pants and your blouse.”

“Winchester,” you lean closer to place your hand on his thigh, squeezing hard, “you won’t get into my pants so easily. No man made me fall for him. Your charm doesn’t work on me anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” he covers your hand and squeezes it, “we both know that you are going home with me tonight…”

Part 5

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breannasfluff · 11 months

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Neglectful Moments

Whump Rating: 1/5

“Everyone grab a partner for the portal!” Time’s call had the group shifting in a well-organized pattern.

“Twi, want me to put your stuff in my slate?” Wild with Twilight.

“Hyrule, we don’t have to hold hands every time we go through!” Legend and Hyrule.

“Ready, old man?” Warriors with Time.

“Where do you think we’ll go next?” Wind with Sky.

And that left Four. Alone. Sure, he could join with one of the other groups, but they had each other.

As he does every time, Time says, “You good, Four?”

“Ready to go!” His smile is a little more strained each time. How did he end up the odd one out in the group? He met Sky first! Yet the chosen hero gravitated to their youngest.

It didn’t matter; Four had himself. Blue and red swirl into a muddy purple; anger and longing for what the others have. He’s a hero. Heroes don’t need partners. Even if everyone else has one.

“Legend! Hurry up!” Wild is bouncing in place as he waits for the vet to reach him. “I want to hit the market early before all the good produce is gone!”

“An extra 20 seconds won’t kill you,” Legend snarls. Aches and pains, acquired over several adventures, are made worse by the nipping cold of the air. Why can’t he be home, curled up in front of the fire? Ravio can bring him a cup of hot cider. Or, at the very least, he could still be in bed in the inn.

But no, he had to open his big mouth and volunteer when Wild said he wanted to go into town last night. Never mind that his feet ached and his scars were tight. Never mind that he’s ready to snap the Champion over his knee for the audacity of moving without pain.

What does Legend need to do to get some of that Shrine healing? Die, according to Wild, but some days that sounds like the better option.

“Hey c’mon! I bet I can beat you to the first stall!” And he’s off, ducking and weaving through the early morning crowd.

Legend suppresses a sob as his leg throbs and forces himself to keep going. Heroes don’t get to rest, even grouchy ones. Especially grouchy ones, if the Goddesses have anything to do with it.

“Old man? You doing okay?”

Warriors’ worry is not what Time wants to deal with. Sometimes it’s nice to know others care, but not today. “I’m fine. We need to keep going.”

Wind cries behind them, being carried by Twilight. His leg is broken. Hyrule is passed out in Sky’s arms after a nasty knock to the head. He won’t be providing healing until he wakes up. The rest of them are banged up as well.

Time didn’t escape; there’s a wound to his side that’s slowly spreading a bloody patch through his tunic. He squeezes his arm tighter to his side. The group needs a strong leader right now. They can’t afford to deal with his injury.

Even if—to borrow a phrase from Legend—Din’s tit’s it hurts. Stab wounds tend to do that and Time curses the fact that he has enough knowledge to generalize.

“How much further until we reach the town?”

“Another few hours, I think.” He keeps the waver of pain from his voice and straightens, despite how it pulls on his wound. “Let me know when Hyrule wakes up.”

With a nod, Warriors falls back into line. Time refuses to glance at the wound; as soon as he does the others will notice. If he can make it to the town before it bleeds all the way through, it will be a miracle.

If nothing else, he’s going to delay the inevitable panic. It’s not fatal, and curse that he knows this, too.

Warriors, as he’s now called, works hard to uphold his confident mask. Insecurity is covered by a flashy personality. Fears hidden in jokes. Worries brushed away. When asked how he’s doing, the response is I’m good, even if it’s not true. It’s not a conscious decision. It’s all he’s ever known.

The first fight he’s in, he checks over Wind obsessively.

“I’m fine! Jeez, I’m a hero just like you, don’t baby me!” The sailor fends him off with a growl.

“I’m just worried about you!” Warriors says. “Is there anything I can do? Or get you? Do you want me to take your bag?”

“You’re such a mother cucco.” But Wind passes his bag over, so the captain takes it as a win.

Later, when Wind is distracted with a snack, he cleans and bandages his wounds. It never occurs to him to share that information with his fellow hero.

It gets hard to hide when Time joins the group. By then, half the Chain are used to his mothering and fussing. They let him help, let him baby them to a degree, even if they grumble. Sometimes, they say thank you.

Whenever Warriors helps, it adds another drop to the endless bucket. If he tries harder, if he’s nicer, if he does more—he’ll be able to stay with them. Each time he’s injured he keeps it to himself. Either he bandages it on his own, or he lives with the pain.

The captain is also the most likely to jump in the way of an incoming sword to save the others. At the end of the day, Warriors isn’t as important as them. He’s already disappointed so many people; the most he can do is try to make up for it.

“Aryll, don’t forget your snack!” Wind waves the bag at her, ignoring the eye roll he gets in response. Then he falls into step beside her.

“Hey!” Twilight grabs his shoulder and spins him around. “Where are you going?”

“To walk with Aryll to her friend’s house?” Why is this a question? Wind goes everywhere with his little sister when they are home.

The rancher gives him a flat look. “Is it far?”

“No, just a few minutes down the road.”

“And you are walking her because…”

Wind stares, brows crinkling in confusion. “Because I always do?”

“Sailor, let your poor sister walk down the road on her own.” Twilight waves Aryll on. She hesitates, looking between the two of them, then finally turns and trudges down the road.

Wind watches her go, discomfort rising. He should walk her there. He always does!

Twilight nudges his shoulder. “You aren’t her mom. You don’t need to act like the parent, here. Weren’t you going to show Sky your shell collection this time?”

He was looking forward to that. Still—“I’d really feel better if I went with her.”

“She’s not going to vanish as soon as she’s out of your sight.”

Wind throws him a flat look and mocks flapping wings. The rancher has the grace to wince, at least. “Look, you can’t control her life. And you can’t protect her every second. We’ll be leaving soon.” Wind is still mulish. “I know you care for her but…who’s caring for you?”

The sailor snorts and tosses his curls from his eyes. “I take care of myself.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

#neglect #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu time #lu four #lu wild #lu legend #lu twilight #lu wind #lu warriors

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year

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Falling For the Devil [Part fifty: "The Interview"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re struggling to finish writing an article at The Bulletin when your work day is unexpectedly interrupted.

Those two men clearly aren't chauffeurs and they are definitely not taking you to an interview.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.7k

a/n: This installment beings our descent into the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments. Not until you get to "The Aftermath" do you begin to see comfort which is Part fifty-eight. Just a head's up for those who can't handle no comfort without all of the installments posted. We also from now on begin to get occasional Matt POVs! You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here, and if you're enjoying it let me know!!

Running your hands through your hair, you stared blankly at your computer monitor. You had almost finished your article, though your word count was just a bit under what you needed it to be for an upcoming issue. Your mind felt like it was turning to mush the longer you stared at the document, willing more thoughts to come to you. With a loud, frustrated groan, you threw your face in your hands. A second later you heard the telltale sound of Katy’s computer chair wheeling back towards your cubicle.

“Struggling still?” she asked.

“Yes,” you whined into your hands. “I can’t think of two hundred more words to say about this upcoming event of which I personally don’t care about.”

“I hear that,” Katy sighed out. “Why don’t you just step away for a bit? No one else is here, Ellison won’t care. Go visit your man or something.”

“Can’t,” you said, sliding your hands down your face. “Court day today. His phone is off and I can’t exactly barge into the courtroom.”

“I mean you could,” Katy replied, shooting you a grin. “Bet he’d have some frustrations of his own to work out, if you know what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes, throwing yourself back into your chair. “Katy,” you groaned, “why is it always about sex with you?”

“Have you suddenly gone blind?” she shot back, ignoring the look you sent her at the comment. “Your man is smoking hot. Like sure, he sounds absolutely sweet and smart and wonderful and charming from everything else you’ve told me, but like, don’t tell me you’re not always wanting to bang him when he walks into a room. Because I will not believe you.”

"Okay, you're not entirely wrong," you conceded, "but there's vastly more to that man than sex, Katy."

"Of course there is," she cooed, suddenly adopting a teasing tone. "Because you love him. You want to marry him. You want to fuck his brains out and have an entire horde of fucking beautiful little babies with him."

You snorted out a laugh, shaking your head. "Something along those lines, I suppose," you said with a laugh. You abruptly shot her a stern look as her eyes went wide at your admission, pointing a firm finger at her chest. "But that is strictly between us, Katy. You hear me? I don't need to scare him away."

Katy exaggeratedly rolled her eyes back at you. "Oh please, that man is practically married to you already," she said. "Sending lunches to you, walking you home from the office. Asking you to move in on your terms . Buying you expensive flowers when you have a bad day. Taking long ass road trips to spend the holidays with your family."

Your brows furrowed as you glanced back at your computer monitor. "That…doesn't mean he's thinking about marriage," you said slowly.

"Doesn't it?" Katy shot back, brows raised.

"No, it just means–"

Your sentence was cut short when you heard your name called through the office. Both you and Katy exchanged a look before you hesitantly rose to your feet. Two large men in suits were standing by the main office door, one of them with a very noticeable scar along his forehead. Both of them had dark, short cropped hair and stern expressions. Your palms began to sweat at the sight of them, your hands balling into fists at your sides. Even under their dark suits you could see their muscles, and the possible shape of something far more dangerous and deadly.

"That's me," you answered, trying hard to sound like you weren't quickly becoming nervous. "Can I help you?"

"We were asked to invite you for an interview," the man with the scar told you, a false polite smile flashing at you across the room.

Your brows furrowed, your heart beginning to race. "Oh? I–I didn't have any interviews scheduled for today," you replied, voice shaking.

"No, but Mr. Backman would very much like to discuss some things with you," Scar Face continued.

"Uh, well, now is not really the best time," you told them quickly, cold fear shooting through your body. You could feel Katy's eyes burning a hole into the side of your head as you spoke. "I have a deadline I'm trying to meet right now. But I could schedule something for later this week?"

The man beside Scar Face crossed his arms over his chest, the muscles in his arms becoming more prominent with the gesture. You swallowed hard in response, eyes drawn to his intimidating figure; they were obviously trying to scare you and it was very much working. Your fists curled tighter, nails beginning to bite into your skin.

"Well you see," Not Scar Face said slowly, holding your stare unblinkingly as he spoke, "Mr. Backman sent a car for you to come for an interview now. He doesn't exactly do rescheduling."

"You're uh, sure about that?" you asked weakly.

"Very sure about that," Scar Face agreed.

Licking your lips nervously, you tried not to externally show how much you were internally panicking. You didn't seem to have a way out of this. They were currently blocking your only exit, and judging by the strange way their suit coats were fitting them, you were certain there was a gun under at least Scar Face’s jacket. It was currently just you and Katy here at the office, too; no other witnesses or hope for any backup were around. And you doubted you could make a call to police, stall these men long enough for them to get here, and then manage to have any sort of excuse to get these men arrested. And if you somehow did manage that, you were certain more men would come for you. And they’d probably be a lot less pleasant and cordial than these two currently were. Not to mention, if you did the wrong thing here, you could be putting Katy in harm's way.

No, you were going to have to go with them, and if they didn't kill you, Matt certainly would after this.

"Alright, well, do you mind if I just use the bathroom real quick before we go?" you asked carefully, nails biting further into your sweat-dampened palms.

Not Scar Face was about to respond, his mouth opening as he managed the first syllable, but Katy popped up in her cubicle beside you and briefly startled the two men. Their attention immediately shifted to her short frame, both of them tensing as they took in the sight of her. You saw Scar Face’s hand inching towards the inside of his suit coat, but Katy’s eyes were only on you when she spoke.

"You need a new tampon before you go?" she asked loudly, ignoring how the two men pulled faces at her question. Her eyes remained fixed on you as she threw out the question you'd both agreed on in the event one of you were ever in a dangerous situation.

"Yes, actually,” you told her, shooting her a strained smile. “I could use another.”

“Just make it quick,” Scar Face snapped from across the room. “Mr. Backman doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Your attention focused back on the two men across the room as Katy bent down and rummaged through her purse for an actual tampon. Your hand was searching blindly along your desk for your phone as you held their gaze, trying to come across as inconspicuous as you could.

“Of course,” you said, forcing the strained smile to remain on your face as your hand finally collided with it. “I’ll only be a few minutes,” you assured them as you slowly slipped the device into your pocket.

You turned, breath feeling like it was catching in your throat and stomach roiling uncomfortably with nerves. You focused on Katy, her eyes still locked only on you as she dramatically held up the tampon so the men across the office could see she was indeed handing you one.

“Here,” she said loudly, crossing the space towards you. As you accepted the tampon from her, she quickly whispered out of the corner of her mouth, “Call the cops when you leave?”

“Ah, thank you!” you said, nodding faintly.

She sent you a tense smile before you turned and tried to walk as casually as you could towards the women’s bathroom just in the hallway near your cubicle. You pushed the door open, fighting the tremor in your hands as you did, and continued all the way to a stall before locking yourself in. Hands still shaking, you took a moment to catch your breath, tossing the tampon on the bathroom floor.

You needed to call Matt.

Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you pulled up your contacts and immediately dialed his number. You held the phone to your ear, but just as you suspected, it went straight to his voicemail. Because he was in court and he always had his phone turned off when he was in court. Closing your eyes, you whispered a curse into the bathroom stall. He’d already recessed for lunch just over an hour ago, you had no idea when he’d be out of court for the day and see your message. But you had to leave one anyway, hoping that he’d get it.

At the beep you took a deep, shuddering breath and began your message, trying not to be too loud in case the men were somehow waiting near the bathroom.

“Matt, uh, I have a very big problem,” you began nervously. “There’s two men who just showed up at my office. They’re saying Backman sent a car for me for an interview.” You paused, eyes closing as you tried to keep your breathing even–falling into a panic attack would be a terrible idea right now. “I–I don’t think they’re your usual chauffeurs, though. I’m pretty sure one of them has a gun in their suit coat. And I have no idea where they’re going to take me.”

Your mouth felt like it was going dry and you swallowed hard, trying to talk faster. You didn’t know how much longer you could pretend you were just using the bathroom.

“It’s only Katy and I at the office,” you continued in a rush. “She’s calling the cops when I’m gone. I–I don’t see any other options here, Matt. I have to go with them.” You exhaled a shaky breath, the full weight of the situation you were trapped in hitting you hard. “You were right,” you whispered into your phone. “When guys with guns come after me, I’m not the one who knows how to fight back. You are.”

Chewing your lip, your heart thundering in your chest, you felt the sting of tears in your eyes as a multitude of fears raced frantically through your mind. Would Matt even get this message in time to help? How would he even find where they were taking you? What did Backman even want with you?

And were you even going to make it out of this alive?

Quickly you brushed away a tear that had slipped down your cheek with the back of your free hand. Fighting down a wave of nausea, you shakily whispered into your phone, “I–I have to go before they realize what I’m doing.” You paused one brief moment, blinking back tears. “I love you, Matt,” you breathed out, voice so quiet even to your own ears.

Pulling the phone from your ear, you hung up. Once again you wiped away the tears that had fallen from your cheeks before you exited the bathroom stall on unsteady legs. You began to slide your phone back into your pocket, but then you briefly paused, pulling it back out and looking down at the little device. They’d surely take your phone from you, probably destroy it so no one could track you with it, right? It’s not like they’d just let you make some calls and shoot some texts with it, so what was the point in bringing it with you? Maybe if you left it behind you’d seem more like a clueless and harmless reporter thinking you were really just going for an interview. Maybe that could work in your favor.

You could do that. You could play innocent and dumb. So innocent and dumb you didn’t think to grab your phone–because who doesn’t carry their phone? Naive and clueless air-headed people, right? Especially someone who wasn’t thinking they were about to be kidnapped.

With shaking hands, you tossed your phone onto the bathroom counter away from you. Your stomach felt like it was sinking to the floor as you tossed away your only lifeline before walking straight into certain danger. Exhaling one last long breath, you squared your shoulders and made your way out of the bathroom.

Katy spun around on her office chair, her back rigid where she sat. The two men were still standing in front of the exit, arms crossed and looking quite intimidating. Walking towards them felt incredibly wrong, everything in your body screaming not to. You wished you could fight like Matt in this moment, wished you could knock them both out and get you and Katy out of the building–but you weren’t Matt. You weren’t Daredevil. You were just a reporter who’d made a mistake in your investigation and you were about to pay for it.

“Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?” Katy asked you, her eyes clearly trying to tell you something else.

“Yeah, of course,” you told her, forcing that strained smile back onto your face.

“Good, I got you tonight, alright?” she replied.

“Thank you,” you answered, your eyes also trying to tell her something else.

Forcing your feet to carry you forward, you nervously approached the two burly men who looked irritated and impatient. You tried to wipe your sweaty palms against your dress pants as you stopped in front of them, your heart still wildly thrumming in your chest.

“Let’s go,” Scar Face grumbled, gesturing with his head down the hall towards the elevator.

You nodded stiffly, fighting to keep your eyes from dropping down to the outline of the gun in his suit coat. He turned and began walking and you followed on trembling legs, Not Scar Face stalking down the hall behind you. As Scar Face hit the elevator call button, you tried to fight down another wave of nervous nausea. You needed to keep your cool, you needed to play a part, and you needed to do it believably. Because it might be your only way out of this.

“So uh,” you began, clearing your throat and trying to fight the waver in your voice, “what exactly is Mr. Backman’s interest in this unexpected interview?”

Not Scar Face’s attention shifted towards you and you refrained from flinching under his stare, his cold eyes studying you. You tried to keep your breathing steady as you held his gaze, very much trying to look like a curious and naive journalist.

“You can ask him yourself soon enough,” Not Scar Face told you.

The elevator doors opened, revealing that familiar empty and small space that now seemed terrifying to you. Scar Face threw out a hand, holding the doors before he glanced back at you, raising his brows expectantly. Forcing that strained smile back onto your face, you stepped in and muttered a polite ‘thank you’ as you did.

You were just a naive, stupid little journalist after all. Not a threat.

Both large men stepped in after you, Scar Face pushing the button for the main floor. The doors soon closed, trapping you in the elevator with the pair of them standing directly in front of you. Blocking any chance of you just bolting out of the elevator when the doors opened. Anxiously, your eyes darted up above their heads, your focus on the numbers quickly descending to the first floor.

A minute later the doors opened, both men stepping out before you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you continued to silently follow behind Scar Face as he led you out of the main doors of the building. Your eyes instantly landed on the black SUV parked in front of the building, not even remotely surprised that was where Scar Face was leading you.

He turned when he reached the back door of the SUV, his eyes falling on you. You stopped when you neared him, refraining from flinching when his hand began moving. He ended up outstretching his palm expectantly towards you, your eyes dropping down towards it.

“Mr. Backman is a very private person,” Scar Face told you. “Your phone, please.”

You almost wanted to laugh out loud; of course they were going to take your phone. It was like Kidnapper 101. You knew they were going to.

You made a show of reaching towards your pocket, wanting to be compliant, and then pretending to be shocked that you didn’t actually grab your phone. Your hands even patted both of your pockets a few times, brows furrowing as you glanced down. Behind you, you heard Not Scar Face sigh in annoyance.

“Shit,” you cursed, glancing up at Scar Face. “I think I left it back at the office.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously at you for a moment. You continued to keep that puzzled expression on your face as his hand lowered.

“Then I guess you won’t mind if we just double check, will you?” Not Scar Face snapped from behind you.

Before you could respond, you felt a pair of hands patting you down. Fighting back the urge to grimace at his touch, especially as his hands grabbed you in places you knew weren’t necessary, you tried to focus on taking deep, calming breaths. Eventually his hands left you, probably making some gesture to Scar Face because he nodded in front of you before turning and opening the car door. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for you to get into the car. Heart sinking to your feet, you made your way forward and climbed in. Not Scar Face slammed your door shut, opening the passenger door in front of you, though he hesitated as he waited for Scar Face to get into the driver’s side. The moment he did, Not Scar Face hopped in and the doors locked, the sound causing you to flinch.

As the car pulled out onto the street, the hair on the back of your neck rose. You were locked in this car with these two men. You had no way out. You had no idea where you were going. You had no idea if and when Matt was going to get your message or if the police Katy was surely calling would even find you.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in the car for either as they drove. Your eyes tried to memorize the route as you'd sat trapped. In the backseat, you had been nervously chewing your thumbnail and trying to come up with some plan of escape, but none were coming to you. And when the car pulled down a few side streets that looked disturbingly empty, you felt a sense of unease really settling over you.

Eventually the car came to a stop in a vacant parking lot in front of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Scar Face cut the engine and a dreadful silence fell over the three of you. The doors unlocked a few seconds later, both men getting out of the car. Not Scar Face immediately opened up your door, stepping aside when Scar Face rounded the vehicle and pointed a gun at you. Your back went rigid in the seat instantly, your eyes dropping down to the barrel of it.

“Get out,” he ordered.

Hands fumbling nervously, you unbuckled your seatbelt and slid out of the back seat. The cold metal of the gun was instantly at the back of your head, sick churning in your stomach at the feel of it.

“Walk,” he ordered next.

You followed behind Not Scar Face as he headed into the abandoned warehouse. Two other armed men were inside already, greeting your two kidnappers with nods of their heads. Eyes shifting behind them, you noticed a metal table and two metal chairs set up. The barrel of the gun dug into the back of your head, urging you forward.

“Sit,” Scar Face demanded.

Nervously you headed towards one of the chairs, your legs feeling like they were about to give out. You slowly sunk into the metal chair, adrenaline and fear coursing through you. Scar Face lowered into the other chair, resting the gun on the table and training it right on your chest. You felt like you could barely breathe.

“Now,” Scar Face began, the three men standing behind him armed with guns and just as intimidating, “I want you to start talking. What do you know about Daredevil? Who is he?”

Your mouth immediately went dry. “What?” you asked, taken aback.

Scar Face leaned forward along the table, eyes narrowing. “Who is Daredevil? We know he protected you once before from Figureroa’s men. We know he has a soft spot for Bulletin journalists. You clearly know him.”

“I–I have no idea who he is,” you said earnestly. “He showed up out of nowhere that night he saved me. I’ve never seen him since, I swear!”

“I’m not buying that,” Scar Face told you. “Now I know you’ve been looking into Wayland. And I know he’s been causing us quite a bit of trouble lately. Clearly the two of you are working together. And Backman would love nothing more than if we brought him his head."

“No, we’re–we’re not working together!” you pushed, eyes wide.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you thought it would give out. You weren't here for an interview with Backman you quickly realized–you were the bait for Matt.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you urged, panic flooding you knowing Matt would walk in on a trap. "I'm just a journalist!"

“Ugh, come on!” one of the men ground out behind Scar Face. “Just shut her up. We can use her to try to lure that asshole for now. And if he doesn’t show, then we can start with the questions.”

Scar Face’s jaw tightened as he studied you closely. You couldn’t hide the way your body was shaking in the metal chair, especially at the mention of questions–you didn't think they would just be talking to you. Slowly, he lowered the gun to the table, turning and rising up to his feet as he ran his hands over his face. Your eyes immediately dropped down to the loaded gun sitting across the table from you, heart pounding so loud in your own ears you couldn’t hear anything else.

Would it be possible for you to take that gun and try to shoot your way out of here? Was that your way out of this?

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“Oh man, I could totally use a drink at Josie’s after that,” Foggy complained beside Matt, running a hand over his face. “I mean that witness testimony took four hours!”

“Yeah,” Matt chuckled, nodding his head. “I’m pretty sure that fried my brain, too, Fog.”

Matt adjusted his briefcase over his shoulder with his free hand, the other holding Foggy’s arm as Foggy led him down the courthouse steps.

“You want to call your future fiance and see if she wants to come out?” Foggy teased, nudging Matt’s shoulder with his own.

Matt grinned in response, laughing lightly. “I can see if she’s available tonight, yeah,” he agreed.

"Ahh!" Foggy exclaimed loudly, pointing an accusatory finger at Matt. "So you don't deny she may be the future Mrs. Murdock!"

Still laughing lightly and shaking his head, Matt slipped his phone out of his dress pant’s pocket with his free hand. For a moment his finger felt around the edge of the phone before holding down the button to turn it back on. Seconds later he heard the buzz of the device as it kicked back to life.

"Your silence is really saying a lot, man," Foggy pointed out, leading Matt down the sidewalk and back towards the office.

"Is it?" Matt shot back, shooting Foggy a playful grin.

The vibration and beep of Matt's phone drew his attention back to the device. That notification meant he had a new, unheard voicemail. Brows furrowing, he navigated his phone, pushing the button to bring up his voicemail. He held the phone to his ear as Foggy shot him a curious glance.

"What's up?" he asked Matt. "You look confused."

"She sent me a voicemail," Matt told him, speaking over the automated voice that was reading off the name that had called and the time the message had been left. "But she knew we had court. She never calls and leaves messages when we do."

"Maybe it was important?" Foggy suggested.

A frown drew across Matt’s mouth the moment the message began to play. There was a nervous breath and a long pause, something you never did when you left messages. You normally began them with your cheerful or hurried tone. Something wasn't right. And his fear was confirmed the moment he heard your scared voice speaking into his ear.

“Matt, uh, I have a very big problem. There’s two men who just showed up at my office. They’re saying Backman sent a car for me for an interview.”

There was a pause after your words, Matt instantly stopping on the sidewalk at the mention of Backman’s name. Foggy came to a stop, too, shooting Matt a confused look.

"What?" he asked.

But Matt didn't respond, too focused on the sound of your terrified voice.

“I–I don’t think they’re your usual chauffeurs, though. I’m pretty sure one of them has a gun in their suit coat. And I have no idea where they’re going to take me.”

At the mention of a gun, Matt's hand gripped his phone tighter, his entire body tensing. You were in danger and you'd called for help. You'd called for help two hours ago. And he'd been stuck in court while men with guns had taken you. Anger burned in Matt–a burning white hot rage that was sure to quickly consume him.

“It’s only Katy and I at the office. She’s calling the cops when I’m gone. I–I don’t see any other options here, Matt. I have to go with them.”

Matt's heart ached at the shaky exhale he heard you make over the message, his jaw tightening. You were terrified and you needed him and he hadn't been there for you.

“You were right. When guys with guns come after me, I’m not the one who knows how to fight back. You are.”

His heart was thundering in his own ears, almost pounding louder than the sound of your nervous whisper in his ear.

"I–I have to go before they realize what I’m doing.” There was a brief pause before he heard your voice so quiet one last time. “I love you, Matt.”

Tearing the phone from his ear, he slammed his finger on the button to end the message. Matt ripped his hand from Foggy's arm immediately.

"They took her," Matt snarled, enraged.

"What?" Foggy asked, panic flooding his voice. "Who?"

Matt said your name, his voice breaking on it. "Backman took her."

With a growl Matt tore his briefcase strap from over his head, tossing it roughly at Foggy. He fumbled but managed to catch it.

"Matt, what're you doing?" he asked nervously.

"I'm going to find her," he answered, his tone already darkened by the Devil when he spoke. "And so help me if they hurt her I will tear them apart ."

Spinning on his heel, ignoring Foggy's panicked voice calling after him, Matt darted down an alley. Once out of sight, he clambered up a fire escape towards the roof, racing across Hell's Kitchen towards his apartment for his suit. Spurred on by adrenaline and fear, he leapt from roof to roof without a care for himself, only one thing on his mind–he needed to find you.

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everythingpresley · 2 years

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Sergeant Presley (Elvis Presley x Reader)

summary: Elvis is in the army and meets reader who is a nurse in Germany.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+)

Author's Note: I couldn't choose which picture to put, he looks sooo cute in both so I used both.

I passed by the beds filled with injured soldiers, checking up on them one by one. No one had intensive injuries so today was okay and not too busy.

“Hi I’m nurse Y/N. What seems to be the problem?” I asked looking down at my chart.

“Nothing.” The soldier replied, I looked up to see that popular singer Elvis Presley lying down on the bed with his hat covering his eyes.

“Then why are you here?” I grumbled, I hated when soldiers tried to waste our time.

He removed the cap off of his face to look at me.

I was taken aback at how blue his eyes are. He’s probably the handsomest man I have ever seen in my entire life. Ocean blue eyes, chiseled face, high cheek bones and the poutiest lips.

His eyes widened slightly and he quickly sat up.

Clearing his throat he spoke “I mean it’s just a little pain right here.” He said pointing at his throat.

I raised an eyebrow, looking at him knowing he wasn’t actually sick but played along.

“Okay.” I said, placing the chart on the bed and walking in front of him where he was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

I placed my hands on his throat, feeling for any inflammation.

He took a deep breath the moment my hands touched his skin, closing his eyes.

“Doesn’t seem to be inflamed but I’ll give you a menthol to suck on. If it gets worse the next few days let me know.” I said grabbing some menthols out of the jar and placing it in his hands.

He nodded still looking at me with wide eyes filled with wonderment.

The next couple of weeks were the exact same, he’d come in, feign being in pain and he’d flirt the entire time. I don’t know if he was trying to get out of duty or if it was something else.

“Y/N!” Nurse Elizabeth called.

“Yeah?” I asked walking up to her.

“Elvis Presley is on bed 6 and he’s requesting for you. Won’t let any other nurse touch him.” She said.

I rolled my eyes, I was already extremely busy.

“Hi Elvis.” I sighed, we were at a first name basis now.

“Hi Y/N.” He grinned.

“What is it now?” I asked with a hand on my hip.

“I fell during drills and I think I hurt my wrist.“

I walked over to him and pressed gently on his wrist.

He hissed a little. This time he was actually injured because I could see some slight bruising.

“Let me wrap it up for you and I can give you a note to sit out the upcoming drills. It’s not broken but you still need to rest it.” I said and grabbed some bandages.

“Anything you say Nurse Y/N.” He grinned again.

I rolled my eyes at him and started wrapping his wrist. I could feel him staring at me the entire time, piercing my skin with those beautiful blue eyes.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied, still wrapping his wrist and not looking at him.

He laughed and shook his head “I bet you get it all the time.”

I finished wrapping his wrist and looked at him “Stop flirting with me sergeant.”

“I can’t help it.” He smiled softly.

“You’re good to go.” I replied patting his thigh and leaving to go to the next soldier.

My shift was over after dealing with other patients, I changed out of my nurse outfit and into a little yellow dress and headband walking out of the military base.

“Y/N!” someone called out, footsteps banging heavy on the gravel behind me.

I turned, confused and saw none other than Elvis Presley running after me.

“Are you done with your shift?” He asked, coming to a stop a few inches in front of me.

“Yeah, what are you still doing here?” I asked. I gave him a note so that he could go home and not stay at the military base.

“I was waiting for you.” He replied.

“Why?”

“Because… I wanted to ask you out on a date.” He grinned, his boyish smile.

I smiled softly at him “That’s very sweet Elvis but I’m already going out on a date.”

His smile faltered “Oh.” He said in disappointment “Can I ask with who?”

“Sergeant Cooper.”

He sighed “Well. He’s a lucky guy.”

“Thank you.” I smiled “I have to go but honestly Elvis, any girl would be lucky to go out with you.”

He nodded, shuffling his feet with his hands in his pocket.

“Good night Sergeant.” I stood on my tippy toes and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

He smiled, placing a hand on his cheek where I had kissed him “Good night nurse Y/N.”

I sighed unlocking my front door and walking into my apartment. The date was okay, I didn’t really feel anything for Sergeant Cooper even though I could’ve sworn there was something there a few weeks ago. He was handsome, quiet and sweet but when he kissed me goodnight I felt nothing. I couldn’t help but compare it to kissing Elvis’ cheek. I felt a tingle when my lips landed on his cheek and I can’t begin to imagine what I would feel if I were to kiss his pillowy, pouty lips.

I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later after I had removed my makeup and changed into a robe. I peeked through the peep hole, extremely confused on who would be knocking at my door so late.

I smiled slightly when I saw Elvis standing there in a white t-shirt and black jeans. I’ve never seen him in actual clothes. He looked really cute.

I opened the door and leaned against it “Sergeant Presley, how do you know where I live?”

“I saw you go home one night, it’s not far away from the base.” He smiled, his hands behind his back. He bit his lower lip, his eyes taking me in and landed on my bare legs for a few seconds before he looked at my face again.

“Are you stalking me?” I smirked, taunting him.

“No!”

“I’m kidding Elvis.” I chuckled “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to ask about how your date went.”

“Let’s just say I won’t be going on another date with him.” I replied. He looked up from his shoes and smiled big.

“Well I got you these.” He said moving his hands from behind his back to see a bouquet of sunflowers “I don’t know what your favorite flowers are but I saw these and they reminded me of you. And you remind me of sunshine and happiness.”

I smiled softly “They’re beautiful Elvis.” I took the bouquet from him and sniffed it “Do you want to come in?”

“Yeah.”

I opened the door wider for him to walk in.

I placed the flowers in a vase and brought it over to put it on my coffee table.

“Would you like some wine?”

“Sure.” He replied, siting down on the couch. He was being very shy and quiet, unlike his usual behavior.

“You play guitar?” He asked, spotting a guitar on the corner of my living room.

“Oh no, that’s my brother’s guitar. He gave it to me before I went to Germany and made me promise that I would learn to play by the time I got back to the states.”

“Can I?” He asked, reaching for it. I nodded and walked over to sit on the couch. Elvis picked up the guitar and sat next to me on the couch.

He tuned the guitar and slowly started playing it.

“Treat me like a fool, treat me mean and cruel.” He sang what I recognized as one of his songs “Love Me.”

He was looking down at the guitar while singing and then looked up at me “But love me. Wring my faithful heart, tear it all apart but love me.” He sang softly, staring right into my eyes. His blue eyes piercing my very soul. I gulped feeling my heart starting to beat right out of my chest.

He slowly inched closer to me on the couch continuing to sing the song. He looked down at my lips as he finished singing the song. I licked my lips, doing the same.

“Can I kiss you Y/N?” He whispered.

I nodded and took the guitar to place it on the coffee table. He cupped my cheek and slowly leaned in to capture my lips. I gasped softly feeling the spark ignite from our lips touching. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing with his hair at the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss, groaning into my mouth.

“I think I love you.” He whispered over my lips. I pulled back abruptly to look at his face. His eyes widened in a panic and he shook his head “I’m so sorry I-“

I smiled and cupped his cheek “It’s okay. I think I love you too.”

He smiled softly, his eyes shinning with adoration and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on my lips.

“Tell me honestly, were you ever sick whenever you would come in?” I asked after our little make-out session.

He laughed and shook his head “No, but I needed to see you. It was the best part of my day. Well expect for my wrist I actually injured it.”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes at him.

He reached forward and pushed strand of my hair behind my ear “I thought you were an angel when I saw you. From that moment I knew I had to be with you.”

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zenni-gotcha · 1 year

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Hey so how do you think the Lupin gang would deal with a s/o appears like a peaceful and graceful sleeper, but if you sleep next to them and you’re on the side that isn’t against the wall, s/o tends to roll over in their sleep and pushes whoever is there out of the bed roughly and still sleeps through the bang that happens and looks so comfortable while they probably just ruined their boyfriend or girlfriends whole night and if the partner does not get revenge instantly, s/o has no idea what happened and is like “I slept great! :)”. Flip side, if the gang Are sleeping at the wall, s/o rolls over and now they’re a cuddle bug and both get their comfortable sleep. “I haven’t slept that good in ages :)”. if there is no wall and both sides are empty space, good luck 😂. S/o is just very cuddly in sleep, but is a bit rough in trying to cuddle unlike when they’re awake so they end up throwing the person out of bed instead of getting the cuddles. How would the group deal with this? Do they feel dread at the thought of a no wall leaning bed when they see it?

[Hi there! First wanted to start this off by saying thank you for waiting on this! I had a few larger things to finish on some of my other blogs, so it took me a bit to get back to this one. Also thanks for the ask, it was a fun idea to work with :) ]

Lupin- Listen, he might complain about it a little bit, but not too much. He’s almost as bad as you are. This man is almost always bouncing off the wall, and that includes when he’s asleep. So, between the two of you it’s like a kickboxing match every night. However, if there is a night where you both finally couldn’t knock each other off the bed, then he sleeps like a rock and loves waking so close to you.

Jigen- He’s not going to take this lying down. Well, he is because it happens while he’s asleep. But, he will do something back. We all know how grouchy he is most of the time, so imagine how he is when he’s just been woken up by falling off the bed. If the bed is against the wall, he’s going to shove you over so he can lay there and avoid getting knocked off again. If it’s open on both sides he’ll push you off the other side as payback. Either way, if he ends up on the floor then so will you. But, the nights where you do get sleep feel all the more delightful.

Goemon- Here’s the thing, his reflexes are too good, even while he’s asleep, that he just blocks all of the movements that would have knock him off of the bed. Though he never falls off or wakes up completely, he still wakes up exhausted from having to parry the whole night. However, he’s found a way for you both to sleep well even if there isn’t a wall for him to fortify himself against. If he gets you in a bearhug then you can’t move as much and therefore cannot kick him off of the bed. That has the added bonus of already being snuggled up next to you as well.

Fujiko- She might not do anything the night that she falls off the bed, but you better believe that you’ll get it in the morning. Her favorite payback is setting an alarm for about an hour before you’re supposed to be up for the day and then put it right next to your head. You can bet there would be a greater effort on your part to work out a way to not do that again. She’s not totally mean though, and realizes that you can’t really always help moving around so much, and gives you some slack. She does love to sleep close to you, so she makes sure to have the bed against the wall so it can be a pleasant sleep for both of you.

Zenigata- He won’t even realize what happened until the next morning. He sleeps so hard that he won’t even notice hitting the floor. Of course though, his poor back is going to be screaming at him for sleeping in such an odd position on the floor, and he’s going to be miserable. He won’t say anything to you about it though as he wouldn’t want you to think he was upset with you (even if he sort of was). The problem comes with the fact that he feels too boxed in if he sleeps by a wall, so that’s not an option. The best choice is to get a futon so if you do bumb into him it just rolls him over instead of knocking him to land in a weird position. This also means that he can roll back over to hold you a bit easier as well.

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Mine Pt 4

This will be a six part story. This chapter has no smut.

The Forbidden Door meeting

I wake up before Jay, my mind refusing to shut off. I lay there in the early morning light watching him sleep. I’m overwhelmed by how much I’m falling in love with him my chest gets tight at the thought that he might get hurt because of me. A tear falls down my face. Jays eyes open “ Hey, what’s wrong?” Still half asleep, “Nothing”I say and try to smile. Now fully awake “We don’t do that remember” He’s rolls on his side facing me. “So I’m going to ask you again, what’s wrong?” I can tell he’s bracing himself. “ I’m worried you’re going to get hurt because of me.” His hand strokes my face moving a strand of hair, “It won’t be because of you, it’s real but we will all be professionals. Besides I’d bet you’d be cute in a nurses outfit.” I laugh and the tension is broken.

Jays phone rings, “Hey Will, she’s fine why? I don’t think she’s looked at her phone in the past two days. No that’s exactly what happened, yeah I haven’t talked to anyone over there yet. I appreciate it man, I’ll repay you the favor. You’re right an excuse to get Finlay out is a good enough reason. I’ll let her know.” he hangs up. “ Apparently you need to look at your phone, you’ve got a good portion of people worried about you.”

I sigh heavily and pick up my phone, and hand it to Jay. “Please, I can’t right now.” He scrolls through my messages and I can tell he’s deleting the ones that he knew I wouldn’t want to read. “Your dad texts like a psycho.” Handing me back the phone.

I start to read the text out loud

The Bang Bang Brats

“Are you our new mom?”

ELP <3

Tell Jay GOD is ready to join Gold.

Ospreay

Whatever you need it’s yours? I had no clue about your dad and Finlay, next time you decide to get married let a guy know okay. I’m sorry love I wasn’t there for you.

ZSJ

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me Finlay really? Why didn’t you say something, I could’ve done something. You really got a thing for those Bullet Club boys, I warned you about them years ago. I have to say of the lot Jay is the best of them. Be happy love, it’ll all be fine, if you need anything let me know.

“I’m glad I read them”I sighed and smiled. I leaned my head over on Jays shoulder, he put his hand in mine brushing my knuckles. “ I’m glad you did to, it seems you have quite the fan club. Love” in the absolute worst British accent I’ve ever heard, his eyes showing his amusement when I turned to look at him. He kissed me softly, resting his forehead on mine. “We better get ready before, I cancel the meetings and we just stay here. “

We got ready and were downstairs when the first knock came. Matt,Nick, Page, Cole, Kenny Tony and Rocky were all there. Followed by a catering team , who asked where to set up . “ Just put it on the island “ Jay said casually winking at me, as he predicted my face turned pink.

I sat beside him at the table. Everyone else gathered with Tony at the head of one end with Kenny at the other. Jays body tensed as he stares down the table at Kenny. I put my hand on his thigh trying to give him support, he could never let being Kenny’s young boy go, mainly because Kenny insisted on reminding him of it at any chance he had.

Tony started “ Good Morning, I trust everyone had a good evening last night. Thank you all for being here. I was told the result of the private vote was to move forward with a forbidden door program. I’ve spoken with President Tannashi and he agrees that it’s time for the Bullet Club Civil War. The only stipulation is that it can be any member of the club that was current or retired prior to Saturdays incident. We will need rosters from each group and we will be preparing the matches out of interest and fairness. However the main event will be David vs Jay. Loser loses his club, the winner has the right to include or exclude the others current members, but only one club will be recognized after the match. “

A low rumbling went around the table as the words sank in.

Tony slides a contract towards me, “ I’m presenting you both with a talent and employment contract. You will see that the terms of talent are through forbidden door but that the employment offer for you to be in talent relations is a five year deal.You’ve worked hard and you deserve this. However, you will need to be on screen with Jay, I will leave that to the two of you to discuss how and what the presentation is going to be. “ My eyes were as big as saucers, I never wanted to be on screen talent. Jay took my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

“Thank you, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I said.

Kenny spoke next “ Jay, you really couldn’t let Japan go could you. I left the keys in your hands you had it all but you had to come here you had to bring Bullet Club with you. You’ve had to make your mess my mess. Now you’re trying to be the savior of bullet club because it’s all you have. I don’t even understand why I’m here or what I have to do with any of this. I’m part of the Elite and was part of the version of Bullet Club that brought this whole thing to prominence. The fact that this all over some girl who was making shitty choices because she has Daddy issues. “

With that Jay slid back from the table and yanked Kenny up by his collar. “Say what you want about me, but you keep her out of your mouth. You don’t even realize that your best days are behind you, Ospreay and I both made sure of that, and if I need to I’ll finish it myself. If you want to align with Finlay go ahead, I’ll take on the both of ya. As for now though get the fuck out of my house.”

Matt and Nick got in between both of them. Jay let Kenny go, but dared him to say anything further. “Matt Nick let’s go” Kenny said. “Not this time Kenny. You’ve gone too far.”Matt said regretfully . Kenny looked around the table for support , none of the other men will meet his eyes. I however refused to look away from him my jaw set firm, and hard. Kenny stormed out the front door slamming it behind him.

“He’ll calm down, he’s out injured anyway. He insisted on being here because he’s an EVP. I’m sorry I didn’t expect him to disrespect your home. The fact that you’re prioritizing someone you care about, is a regret he still has and has never gotten over“ Matt said .

“Who have you heard from?” Tony asked changing the subject .

“As for Japan, you really don’t have much support Jay. The War Dogs, Kenta, Owens , House of Torture are all together. GOD said they texted you to let you know that they will be aligning with Gold. You have a lot of support from United Empire and TMDK that have offered to do matches on the road to forbidden door in hopes that they can keep them fatigued. That’s about all you’ve got. “ Rocky said

“ So I need what 10 -12 guys? “ Jay said “Closer to 15 guys I’m afraid.” Rocky said.

“Matt, Have you heard from AJ , Deviit or Cody?”

“ they’re all sitting this out, which numbers wise works better for us. “ Matt confirmed.

“ What about Austin and Bey?” I asked trying to do the math in my head.

Jay picked up his phone “ Hey Chris, I need to know where you are on this whole thing. We’d love to have y’all. Thanks man talk soon.” They’re in . I think we have our numbers..”

“I want Gabe “ Page said abruptly, “he’s been running his mouth too fucking long about me. It needs to be a death match.”

“We want Connor’s and Maloney they keep shitting on our legacy. I’m sick of it. “ Nick added

“ I think Japan would be agreeable to this.” Tony said and Rocky nodding his head.

“ Cole do you have anyone you’d like to take out personally? “ Jay asked

“Coughlin, and if I’ve got to team with page to get to him then that’s what we need to do death match and all. “ Cole not loving the idea of a death match but wanting Coughlin more.

“What about you sweetheart, what do you want out of this?” Jay asked

“ I just want to y’all to come out safe.” I said.

“That’s no fun sweetheart, I mean who do you want to slap, or kick in the balls, something that you get to do on the talent side. “

“My father, and Finlay.” Laughing at the idea.

“Tony you’ve created a monster, I’m afraid . She’s been thinking about this a while. Britt can help her get ring ready..” Cole offered

“I think that’s it for a while guys I’ll get the paperwork to you for signature and review.” Which was the dismissal from Tony.

Everyone stayed a little longer. They wanted to talk about my on screen presentation. “ I never thought I’d be on screen, I was content in the background.” I said. “ Well you’ve been given two contracts from Tony so you’re in. Now it’s about your presentation, you’ll need one move that you can execute well. .” Matt said. “ What’s your favorite move of all time. “ Jay asked“ The Superkick” the other four men answered in unison. Jay looked at me “Seriously?” I shrugged my shoulders "I was an hbk fan what can I say. “

“She actually has a fairly decent one, we’ve worked with her on it before. She wanted Shawn’s so I worked on it with her it’s been a while though.” Cole shrugged “ What style is she going for asked Page, the bullet club bunnies aren’t going to work….” I’m not doing that hell no.” I cut him off abruptly. “ I think I just want a slightly sexy black and gold look. Jeans, heels a tank or bustier. “ I was actually feeling pretty pleased with the idea.

“ You’ll wear my jacket though, we can modify one, you can have either the switchblade or bullet club logo. If you go with the logo I’d like you to wear a golden switch blade necklace. Just on camera.” Jay said. "Now wait a minute, you don’t need for it to look like you own her.” Page said “ I’m okay with it, it’s pretty rock n roll actually. I’d rather look rock n roll than a ring rat, besides bullet club has always been cool. And it’s something we are all doing together. I’m going to go with the gold logo and the necklace. When I’m with everyone and if it’s just Jay and I I’ll have the switchblade logo. I need not to be damsel in distress.” The guys seem to be in agreement and they started working on story lines. I needed a break, so I excused myself.

I found myself a little place on the back porch in a rocking chair that overlooked the property. “ How are you doing Darlin?” Page asked handing me a glass of whiskey

“It’s been a lot, but I’m happy.” I smiled

“So you and Jay huh? “ he questioned

“He and I spent a lot of time together when y’all left for AEW. It was he and I and the new bullet club for a while. we hung out a ton he and I shared an apartment as room mates. It feels right, and honestly I was a little surprised how comfortable this all is. He gets me Adam, when I ran out of the wedding and I was in the car and started having a panic attack, he got me through it like it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t bring it up or make me feel shitty about it. I think I’m in love with him.”

Jay was stepping out on the porch, with a blanket.

“I’m gonna head back in, I just wanted to check on you.” as page started to excuse himself. “ Hey Adam, don’t feel like you’ve got to go on my account. I need everyone to understand nothings changed she still needs you guys. Honestly I was bringing her a blanket the wind from the north kicks up and it can get cool quick. “ Jay handed me a blanket and a kiss on the top of the head and disappeared back inside.

“Who the fuck was that guy and what did you do with Jay ?” I just laughed , page took a seat on the wooden steps and looked out. The easy quiet. It’s always been easy to be quiet with him. He broke the silence as the sun started going down, “I’m happy for you. Kenny was out of line and you deserve what all the rest of us have a safe place that feels like home. Matt said he took care of you on the contracts, none of us want you to be obligated to be in a position that you need anyone but yourself.”“Thanks Adam”, he bent down as hugged me.

I followed him back inside realizing he was the last one leaving. As I walked him out Jay came out of the kitchen. “Everything okay? “ he said . “ Yeah, it’s what we do, we sit in silence, sometimes it’s a big conversation, sometimes it’s nothing.Its nice knowing someone is there.” I walked towards him his arms opened and pulled me in.

“So you’re in love me” he said softly, “ I am” I answered back.

I pull back and I’m trying to read his face, “”Are you okay ? I didn’t mean for you to hear that, I’m not trying to…”

“ Sweetheart , that was the best part of my day, I need you to know that. In answer to your question no I’m not okay, Kenny got under my skin again. He’s just a smug son of a bitch. “

I took his hand and led him to the couch I sat down, “ Sit down in front of me. I’m going to take care of you but go ahead and keep talking.” He sat down between my legs and faced the fire in the hearth. I began running my fingers through his hair massaging his scalp. “ He’s always been a dick, he was so mad when I wouldn’t join his club , he couldn’t stand that I wouldn’t bow to the great Kenny Omega. That I could do more outside of his shadow that I didn’t need his approval, I had Okadas. That’s when my game began to take what was his. Today when he started in on you that was it. “ I pull his hair a little bit just enough to break his tension, “That feels good. it’s been along time since someone took care of me. Sure there were women but they all wanted the character, not me. I got to the point I looked forward to the dinners you’d make in that tiny apartment, the way you’d stream terrible television, the way you’d watch AEW studying it, but also buying completely in. “ I move my hand to the back of his neck rubbing the knots out of his neck, he groaned, then continued “ I’ve been in love with you for years. Your selfless nature, your kind heart, the way you’d support and comfort all of us. I loved the way you put the jacket on me before I went out to the ring, the way you’d take care of me when I was injured . You’d listen to me rant, scream and breakdown.” He reached back and took my hands off his neck and turned around kneeling in front of me. “Marry Me, I mean will you marry me?”

I gasped at his words, my brain processing everything he said tears came down my face, “ Yes Jay I will.”

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here4theheartbreak · 2 years

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Purrfect Halloween (Bang Chan x Felix)

Relationships: Bang Chan x Lee Felix Genre: smut | friends to lovers, Halloween AU Rating: Explicit Chapter Word Count: ~14.3 Tags: Smut, Friends to Lovers, Halloween Costumes, Bad Jokes, First Kiss, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex, Barebacking, Bottom Felix, Top Bang Chan

Summary: Bang Chan loses a bet to Felix. The punishment is simple, wear whatever costume that Felix chooses to the company Halloween party. But Felix has an ulterior motive.

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“No…” Chan looked up from the bag he held open in his hands. “No, you can’t do this to me, Felix.”

Felix shrugged. “I can. You lost, and the deal was any costume.”

“This isn’t a costume, man, this is a strip club uniform.” Chan reached into the bag and pulled out a small black skirt. “How will this thing even fit me?”

“It’ll fit, I made sure to get your size. And I included pants, so you won’t be wearing just the skirt. It’s too cold for that, and I’m not a monster.”

“The jury is still out on that.” Chan dropped the skirt back into the bag and slumped onto the bed. “This is for the company party,” he pleaded.

When Felix remained quiet, Chan groaned, flopping back onto his pillows. “All the groups will be there.”

“Well not all.”

“Enough. And cameras! What will STAY say?”

“That you must have lost a bet, and will likely end up spending the next week deciding who put you in that outfit until you say something.”

Chan grumbled, kicking his feet. “I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”

“Well, you shouldn’t make a bet unless you know you’ll win. New lessons every day, even from our brave leader.” Felix crouched and snagged the bag, holding it up. “Want my help dressing, or are you good? We have an hour before we go.”

Chan glared from under his arm, slung across his eyes. “I don’t need help.”

“Good. When you’re done, let me know – I’ll come in and do the makeup.”

“Makeup?” Chan hissed, sitting upright again. “Well, of course – you can’t complete the costume without makeup.”

Chan’s cheeks pinked up, though it wasn’t clear if it was shame or anger. Sticking around to find out didn’t seem like a great idea. Felix dropped the bag on the bed next to him and hurried out of the bedroom, shutting the door quickly.

The costume wasn’t as bad as he’d considered; he did take a small joy in knowing it would be embarrassing – but he didn’t want to completely humiliate the man. Deep down, Felix knew the reason, and it was pure green envy. This party would be big – most of the active JYP groups coming together to celebrate, as well as a number of suits and other employees from the company.

And they would be there. The person that Chan had been texting so often, that soft smile on his lips that twisted Felix’s stomach into a ball of rage. He used to be the only recipient of that smile. He didn’t know if anything was going on between Minsun and Chan – and he knew even if there was, it wasn’t his place to interfere, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d had partners back home, but he’d never felt anything like he did with Chan. Some deep pull, starting as a crush but turning into so much more. It would never work – they were group mates and always in the public eye – something like this could ruin the group and their individual careers – but he’d always kept a small sliver of hope that someday… After retirement, maybe – he’d wait that long without hesitation. Or if things changed in the industry, or the laws… The chance was small, one in a million – but it had also been a one in a million chance that he met Chan in the first place.

Felix was finishing up his own makeup when his phone buzzed.

‘fine, do the makeup’ was Chan’s message. Felix grinned. He looked in the mirror once more, adding a touch more color to his mouth. “What do you think?” He asked.

Hyunjin glanced up from where he was sprawled out on his bed. His gaze narrowed, looking Felix up and down. He nodded. “It’s good,” he said finally, smiling, “It looks cute on you.”

Felix grinned at that. He grabbed the makeup supplies before heading back to Chan’s room.

He opened the door after knocking once, scowling when he found it empty. “Chan?” He stepped into the room. “Chris, where’d you go?” He glanced out the door.

“This is horrible,” Chan mumbled. His voice was muffled by the closed closet door. Felix chuckled. He kicked the door shut and went to the closet, tugging it open.

Chan yanked it back closed. “I’m not going, I look foolish.”

“You’ve worn far worse losing on variety shows.”

“This isn’t a variety show, it’s my life,” Chan whined, holding the door shut when Felix tugged again.

“Well, if you don’t go, people will ask. And I won’t lie.”

“What would you say?”

“That you refused to go because you lost a bet and didn’t like your costume. Then everyone will wonder what you were supposed to be. Can you imagine the scandalous thoughts they’d have?”

Chan groaned, and Felix heard a thump. He tugged the door again, pleased when it opened.

Chan was standing in his closet, mouth turned down into a scowling pout.

Felix stepped back, taking a moment to look over the costume. The spit in his mouth dried completely, choking him when he tried to swallow. The black jeans hugged every inch of Chan’s muscular legs, lengthening them even as they disappeared under the skirt. He was glad he’d gone with the jeans option; the skirt was far too tiny not to flash everyone the second he moved. Felix could see the furry black tail hanging down, the tip bright white against the jeans, and knew it was attached to a belt under the skirt.

Chan’s stomach was bare, the cropped black tank top stopping just below his pecs even with his arms down. His muscles were defined and perfect – as always, and the cut of the top highlighted both those and his large biceps as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The headband with upright cat ears dangled from his fingers, his hands covered with black fingerless gloves, which had paw pads printed on the palms.

“Wh—” Felix blinked, realizing that Chan was watching him stare. He swallowed again to try and get his tongue to move. “Where’s the collar?”

Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t…”

“You’re a kitten,” Felix said, hating the way his stomach flipped. “You need your collar.” He went to the bag and reached in, plucking up the rich purple leather collar. He approached Chan and hooked it around his neck, slipping two fingers under it to make sure it wasn’t too tight. The tag was a deep bronze, Chan’s English name engraved on it. A small bell hung next to it.

He grabbed the headband from Chan’s fingers and took his hand, tugging him forward out of the closet.

“You don’t look bad,” Felix said, guilt outweighing the pleasure at Chan’s embarrassment. He looked miserable. “Honestly,” he added when Chan looked up at him.

“Yeah?” He looked in the mirror, grimacing. “I feel silly.”

“It’s Halloween. It’s okay to feel silly. I think you look really good. The costume makes you look really big.” He slid his hands down Chan’s upper arms to emphasize.

“You think so?” Chan turned a bit, examining himself a little closer. Felix smiled softly. “Yes.”

Chan bit his lip, then grimaced. “I still hate it,” he mumbled, crossing his arms.

“Come on, lemme do the makeup.” Felix tugged Chan to the bed and sat with him, leaning close to begin applying the makeup.

Whiskers, a cute nose, a few freckles, a dash of eyeliner and eyeshadow to make the look more mature, and a touch of dark gloss – entirely unnecessary – but Felix would do anything to have an excuse to touch Chan’s lips. He sat back when he was finished and nodded, reaching up to fix Chan’s bangs and hair after placing the headband in the right spot.

“It looks great!” He said with false enthusiasm. It really did look good – and that was the damn problem. The image he’d had in his head of Chan’s embarrassment was nothing like this. He was a muscular, grown man wearing a kitten costume – he shouldn’t be this attractive!

Even his scowl couldn’t detract from how well everything fit on him.

“Thank you.” His voice deadpanned.

“Do you like my costume?” Felix asked, rising and doing a spin to show it off. He wore his own black jeans, tight to his body, and topped with a slightly tattered skirt. The black fabric had a slight shimmer mixed with a bit of rich eggplant purple ruffled tulle. His top was a mix of the same shade of purple and black, the fabric sheer and tattered underneath a black faux corset that covered his chest well enough not to get him in any trouble on camera. The finishing touches were a set of tattered purple, black and gold fairy wings and a flower crown of dark flowers held into his hair with small braids. His makeup matched the color scheme as well, and he’d added purple contacts as a final personal touch.

Chan’s scowl deepened when Felix met his gaze. “You don’t like it?” Felix pressed.

“What are you? You were gonna be a vampire again, weren’t you?”

“I changed my mind. It’s a dark fairy…” Felix touched the edge of the skirt, his heart squeezing painfully. “I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Chan said, though his tone implied the opposite. Felix tried to smile in thanks. “We should go. Your black boots will look good with the costume.” He said, gathering up the makeup and putting it into the bag that had previously held Chan’s costume.

Chan rose, brushing past him to get his shoes on. Felix paused, watching him. His heart squeezed again, and his stomach tightened into a little knot. The skirt hid Chan’s ass somewhat, but Felix could still make it out, lifted perfectly with the style of jeans. He wondered what Chan would look like without the jeans – just that skirt, maybe the tail… How his thighs would feel under Felix’s hands…

Felix coughed suddenly, shaking his head. Chan glanced back and Felix tried to smile again. He adjusted his skirt as casually as he could, suddenly glad for its layers to hide the bulge he knew had grown and was pressing painfully against the zipper of the jeans. “I promised Hyunjin I’d help him with his costume.” He hurried past Chan and back out the door, swearing in his head. What he accidentally gotten himself into tonight?

The party was large, taking place outdoors to allow for more invitees, with a great caterer selection and music that covered the whole span of artists employed by the company. The group had been piled into two cars, Felix riding with Chan’s dorm out of convenience – and partly to hear the initial reactions from the members when he finally dragged Chan out of his room.

The reaction was, for the most part, a series of quips about his outfit and cat jokes, as well as titters all around, leaving a rather sulky Chan in the farthest back seat of the van. Felix sat next to him, doing his best to keep his eyes from wandering too far to his left. The jeans were doing all they could to stay together, his thigh muscles straining at them as he sat. Even relaxed, his stomach was fit, and Felix’s fingers itched to trace the smooth flesh peeking from under the shirt. He’d intended this to be torment for Chan, and to keep his potential new crush away, not for himself.

“Is something wrong?” Chan asked, his mouth dangerously close to Felix’s ear as they walked the short distance from the car to the gated entrance. Camera flashes were blinding him, and he could hear his own name called – though from where he wasn’t sure.

He shook his head. “You?” He called back.

Chan frowned. “There’s a lot more photographers than I thought – this outfit is going to be plastered all over social media.”

“You look cute,” Felix cooed, earning a light shove that still knocked him a foot away. He laughed brightly, returning to Chan’s side.

Once inside the gates, the flashing stopped for the most part, a few photographers that were permitted in remaining respectful and keeping their attention to things happening on the little stage that had been set up. Felix found himself tugged toward the food table by Minho, who already looked ready to be done with the crowds. Chan disappeared from Felix’s side almost immediately after, and it took him a few minutes of searching to spot the man, standing with a few idols he recognized from other groups. One of the girls had ahold of his tail, laughing as they talked. Another surge of jealousy cut through Felix.

Someone elbowed him in the side, drawing his eyes away from Chan. Minho cocked a brow, holding up a small plate of what looked like red velvet cake. “I asked if you wanted one.”

“Oh, uh, no. Thanks.”

“Well eat something, you missed dinner while you were getting ready.”

Felix nodded, looking down at the table. Each section was a different type of food – sweets, savories, even vegetables, etcetera. All were divided into little portions to prevent people grabbing from a single dish. He grabbed a plate of cookies decorated to look like witch hats and turned his attention back to Chan. He’d moved on from the two to another group, his bright smile visible as he laughed. Some sort of punch drink had found its way into his hand, and he was nodding along to something someone said. The costume didn’t seem to be bothering him at all anymore – which was good, Felix supposed – but he had hoped for more of a reaction from others. Instead, everyone seemed to be loving it.

Felix worked his way toward Chan but found himself stopped every few feet by an idol friend, one of the managers, choreographers, to say hello. Food handed over, shared, it was easy to get caught up in the happy energy of the evening. It seemed like each time he got a chance to head to his friend, the man disappeared into the crowd once more.

He found himself on the area they’d designed as a space to dance, and it only took a few seconds for Hyunjin to drag him over.

“You look lost.” They moved to the music.

“No, I was looking for Chan,” Felix admitted. Hyunjin smirked, and Felix wondered if he knew more than he let on. He jutted his chin over Felix’s right shoulder. “Over there.”

Felix turned, his heart sinking. Chan was standing a few feet away, his head thrown back in a laugh. Next to him stood Minsun, their hand tugging lightly at the tail attached to his waist as they danced. Chan glanced over, meeting Felix’s gaze. He grinned brightly, raising his hand in a little wave. Felix tried to smile back, but he knew it may have looked more like a grimace. He faced forward again, the false smile shifting into a pout when he realized Hyunjin had moved on to chat and dance with someone else.

Felix mingled a bit more, trying to avoid looking back at Chan, who remained standing and laughing with Minsun for what felt like far longer than he had with any other person that evening. It was stupid. Felix had no real right to be jealous – he didn’t have a claim over him, and being angry over his closest friend finding someone that made him happy was a really low move. But that didn’t make it sting any less.

Hands wrapped around Felix’s middle from behind suddenly, and he jumped, trying to turn, but the person didn’t let him. “I saw you, Felix,” Chan’s lips were almost against his ear, his breath warm.

“Saw me when?” Felix asked, relaxing now that he knew the owner of the arms holding him.

“Watching me. You’ve been staring at me all night.”

Chan loosened his grip, letting Felix turn. He adjusted the straps holding his wings, glaring pointedly at Chan for ruffling them. His hands remained on Felix’s hips, warm through the thin fabric of the costume.

“I have not.”

“Yes, you have. Every time I’d move to a new group, I’d see you. You were staring.”

Felix glanced away, guilt warming his face. “I was just checking to see how people were reacting to your costume.”

“You’re an awful liar. But they reacted well.” Chan was smirking when Felix looked back at him. “I should thank you – I’ve been a hit with everyone. Didn’t know having someone pull my tail could be so fun.”

Felix’s expression darkened before he could stop it, and Chan’s grin brightened in return. “There it is. That look. I saw that one a lot too. You should have gone as grumpy bear with that face of yours.”

Felix tried to back up, but Chan held him tighter. “Why the glare?”

“It’s not a glare,” Felix stuttered. He glanced around, feeling like he was making a big fuss, but nobody seemed to be paying them any attention. “I’m not glaring. I don’t care who pulls your tail.”

“Is that so?” Chan tugged Felix a little closer and leaned in so only Felix could hear him. “I think you’re lying again. In fact, I know you are.”

Felix pushed back with more strength, hating the way his stomach knotted delightfully at Chan’s shoulders bare under his grip. Chan let him go this time, his expression unreadable.

“I need to use the restroom,” Felix choked out, the air becoming too thick to speak. He turned and hurried away, carefully dodging people and keeping his eyes low so he wouldn’t be stopped.

He reached the door of the building they’d left open for a restroom and tugged it open, relieved to find the hall empty. Ducking into the bathroom, Felix gripped the sides of the sink, staring at his reflection. His cheeks were a vibrant pink all the way up to his ears, the tips red. Had he honestly been so obvious? What would Chan think? He’s out there glaring at his friends and for what? What reason could he give that would make sense for him glaring at anyone who smiled in Chan’s direction?

Felix took a few deep breaths, trying to come up with something he could say if Chan pressed the matter. After fixing some of the stray bits of his makeup, he reached under his skirt into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving his lip balm. The door squeaked open as he applied it.

“I’ve never had you run from me before,” Chan said. Felix’s heart skittered into his throat, cutting off his breathing as warmth flushed his cheeks all over again. He stood straight.

“I didn’t run,” he said a little breathlessly, trying to smile. “I just had to go to the bathroom.” He forced his feet to move forward, toward the door, but Chan remained still, blocking the exit.

“Chris—People will notice us gone,” Felix tried.

“Not right away.” Chan stepped forward. Felix took a step back. Chan’s eyes narrowed. “Felix,” he murmured, his voice so low it was nearly a purr – unnervingly fitting with his costume. Another step forward, and Felix stepped back again.

“Chan—What are you doing?”

“I don’t want you to run from me. We need to talk about something.” He moved forward again, and Felix moved, his back smacking the outer wall of the toilet stall. Chan moved quickly then, pressing himself against Felix and grabbing his wrists. Their noses brushed, and Felix gasped at the intensity of Chan’s stare.

“Are you jealous?” Chan whispered.

“J—What? No.” Felix’s laugh was strained. He looked away, catching sight of them in the mirror. Though they were the same height, Chan seemed to tower over him, hiding most of Felix’s body with his own.

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve known you for years. I know you better than anyone, don’t I?” When Felix didn’t meet his gaze, Chan’s grip tightened just a bit on his wrists. “Felix.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I know I don’t have any right,” Felix mumbled. “To be jealous.”

Chan chuckled. He released Felix’s wrists but stayed close to him, reaching back. He dragged his tail forward, shaking it playfully. “You wanna pull my tail?” He teased.

Felix looked away again. He knew he should smile and play along – anything to break the tension thickening the air between them.

“Or is it something else?” Chan guessed. He placed his free hand against the stall wall near Felix’s head. “You’re not just mad about them liking my costume, are you?”

Felix remained silent.

Chan leaned close enough that his lips brushed Felix’s cheek. “Is that why you were adjusting that skirt all night, Felix?”

Fear crept up past the shame. Felix pressed himself tighter against the wall, forcing himself to swallow down the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry—”

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Chan whispered. He dropped the tail and set his hand on Felix’s hip. “How long?”

“How long what?” Felix hoped maybe if he played dumb, Chan wouldn’t press.

“How long have you had a crush? Or… Is it more? Less – Maybe it’s just lust?”

“No. It’s more than that—” Felix bit his lip, screwing his eyes shut at the slip. When Chan didn’t react, he sighed, shoulders slouching. “Years. Probably since I first met you – but… I didn’t realize it. It’s been there almost as long as I remember knowing you though, really.”

“You never told me.”

“Why would I?” Felix looked at him, surprised to see a gentleness in Chan’s gaze. “You made it clear you didn’t think of me like that.”

“When did I imply that?”

“Always calling me bro, saying how close we are, like real brothers, like a family – I thought you knew, or… Had an idea. And were just… Setting boundaries.”

Chan’s brows furrowed, his face twisting into something like a grimace. “I didn’t mean it like that. I thought you liked it when I called you family, my brother.”

“I don’t not like it,” Felix mumbled. He looked down. “I just figured it would go away. The crush.”

Chan squeezed Felix’s hip. “When I call you that, it wasn’t telling you to stay away, ‘Lix. I just meant that we’re going to be together through everything. Anything. I meant it when I told you we had a connection that’s deeper than music or friendship. Don’t you remember?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about that.”

Chan reached over, catching Felix’s face in his hand. He stroked his thumb over his jaw. “I don’t think of you as a brother in that sense. And I wouldn’t ever set boundaries… Not with you. Not about that… So, why the costume, hm?” Chan glanced down at himself. “Some secret fetish?”

Felix huffed out quiet laugh, pulling his face from Chan’s grip.

“You’re blushing. It is, isn’t it?”

“No!” Felix shook his head. “I mean, it isn’t. It wasn’t because of that.”

Chan stepped back then, spinning playfully in a circle. “So why then?”

“I wanted… I wanted them to stay away from you.”

“Who?”

“Minsun.”

“Minsun? Why?”

Felix hesitated. Being honest would mean sharing so much more than he already had. But lying felt worse, especially given how much Chan knew.

“Your smile,” he mumbled. “When you text them or talk with them. You smile in that certain way. Like you’re…” He hung his head. “Like you’re in love. You used to only give that smile to me. It made me upset. And you’re right – I was jealous. I am jealous. Even though it was just a stupid fantasy I wanted you to give me that smile and have it mean something. Something more than brothers or group mates or friends.”

Felix hugged himself. “I wanted you. So I did that hoping they’d laugh instead of flirt, and maybe you’d come to me instead, because I’d never laugh at you.”

“Oh Felix,” Chan whispered. He reached out, his hand freezing when Felix flinched away. “I’m not going to hurt you. You know me better than that.”

“That was before I confessed I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“It hasn’t changed. I won’t hurt you. Not in any way.” Chan cupped Felix’s cheek. “Do you think my costume is cute, Felix?”

Felix nodded, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Is that so?” Chan stepped forward again, closing the small gap between them. “Or is it… Sexy?” He touched his own bare stomach. “Does it turn you on?”

“Chan—Don’t—”

“Why shouldn’t I? You put me in this. You told me you wanted me tonight. Isn’t this a dream come true?” Chan reached out, cupping Felix’s groin under the skirt.

Felix pushed his hand away. “Not if you don’t want it. I don’t want you to do this out of pity or charity. I don’t want this if you don’t want it yourself – your own thoughts and needs.” He tried to side step away, but Chan grabbed him and pressed him against the wall again, flattening their bodies together.

“Who says I don’t?”

“You never…” Felix shook his head. “You never showed any sign. I was looking, I’d have seen it.”

“I didn’t. Because I didn’t imagine you’d be silly enough to fall for the leader of your own group.” Chan’s thumb brushed Felix’s jaw. “You’re so pretty and kind. So thoughtful and worried about everyone but yourself. It’s trouble to have a work affair, you know. Especially with someone in positions like ours. Plus… I kind of always wondered if you had something going with Hyunjin, and just weren’t telling anyone.”

Felix snorted, laughing in surprise. “What? No. God, no. He’s nice but… Friends only.”

“Good. To be honest,” Chan admitted, sliding his other hand back under Felix’s skirt. “I was getting a little jealous of him myself.”

He cupped Felix’s groin once more, pressing gently and chuckling when Felix’s eyelids fluttered shut. Chan’s lips were warm against Felix’s neck, soft kisses tracing down the curve of it as Chan teased him through his jeans. Felix whined softly, toes curling in his boots.

“Stop—” He whispered.

Chan removed his hand, setting it on the side of Felix’s thigh.

“What’s wrong? I do want it, I’m not lying.” He murmured, lips against his collarbone.

“No, I know... But someone could walk in,” Felix whispered. “We shouldn’t.”

“You’re right.” Chan backed up, and Felix was almost disappointed. Though he knew it was right to stop them, he’d almost hoped Chan wouldn’t care.

“Come on.”

“Where?”

Chan grabbed Felix’s hand and pulled him around the stall. He pushed him into it and stepped in himself, locking the door. “Now they won’t see.”

Felix laughed breathlessly, his heart slipping a beat. “What are we doing?”

Chan’s own smile faded a little. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

He cupped the back of Felix’s neck and pulled him forward.

Chan’s lips were soft and full, just as Felix had imagined. Their mouths fit together perfectly, the gentle kiss deepening when Chan pressed him against the wall once more.

He grabbed Felix’s wrists, pinning them above his head as he began to press kisses along the curve of his neck. He nuzzled Felix’s ear, nipping the lobe. Felix felt Chan smile against his skin.

“What?” Felix asked, breathless.

“You think I’m a pretty kitty?” Chan asked, his voice low despite the laughable comment. He nuzzled his nose against Felix’s ear again and purred loudly, startling a laugh out of Felix.

“Shh,” Chan whispered. He slid his hands slowly down Felix’s arms, letting them go as he moved his grip over his sides and down to his hips. He found the zipper of the skirt and undid it, letting it fall. The belt buckle came next, and then Felix’s button and jeans zipper.

Chan pulled back, his eyes almost black with how wide the pupils had blown. His cheeks were mottled, one whisker slightly smudged. Felix swallowed hard.

“Yeah, by the way,” he mumbled.

“Yeah what?”

“You’re pretty.” He smiled, glancing away when Chan smirked. He reached up and touched one of his cat ears.

“Making me blush.” He joked. He sank to his knees in front of Felix suddenly, looking up at him.

“Wh— Chan, we can’t—”

“Do you want to?” Chan asked, teasing his fingers over the cloth covered curve of Felix’s cock, swelling more without the pinch of the jeans.

“Yeah, but—”

“Then we can. Just don’t make noise.” Chan pushed the jeans down a bit and then the boxers, freeing Felix’s cock.

Felix covered his mouth with one hand, stifling the moan that threatened to escape from the sight alone.

Chan smirked up at him, licking his lips. He pulled off the fingerless gloves he wore for the costume and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans before reaching up and fisting Felix’s cock. He pumped it a few times, making Felix whine against his palm, throbbing in Chan’s grip.

“I always wondered how big you were,” Chan commented casually. “I’m proud I was pretty close.”

Felix’s brows knitted together. Did he mean…

“I wonder if you’ll taste like I imagined too.” Chan leaned forward, darting his tongue out and swiping over the tip. He smirked and nodded. “Better.” He licked again, pressing his palm against Felix’s pubic mound, using it to keep his cock out straight. He began to lick along his cock, keeping eye contact with Felix as he did.

The places he licked began to cool in the air, creating a drastic temperature difference where his tongue had been and presently was.

“Fuck—” Felix hissed. He reached out, gently stroking one of the ears before running his fingers lightly through Chan’s hair. “That feels good,” he whispered.

Chan swiped his tongue along the underside of Felix’s cock, pressing a kiss to the tip. “Yeah?” He whispered. “Like the kitten licks?” He teased.

Felix laughed, shaking his head. He dropped his head back against the stall. “You’re terrible.”

“You aren’t complaining.” He stuck his tongue out and winked playfully before running it over Felix’s cock again. When Felix looked down at him, he opened his mouth and moved his head forward, sliding the tip past his lips.

Felix gasped, his legs nearly giving out. He slumped against the wall, still staring down at Chan. He moaned against his palm when Chan began to suck his cock, his head bobbing gently along the length of it.

Chan’s mouth was warm and wet, the suction better than anything Felix had ever imagined. His tongue swiped along the sensitive veins, quiet swallowing and sucking noises adding to the imagery.

Felix dropped his hand down, setting it on Chan’s head. He laughed brokenly, ending in a gasp when Chan sucked harder on him before pulling off.

“What’s funny?” He asked, his lips wet.

“The leader of my group…” Felix whispered. “Is on his knees in a cat costume… Giving me a blowjob… This feels like a dream. Or a joke.”

Chan smirked. “No joke, ‘Lix… And no dream, fortunately. Have you dreamed about me sucking your cock like this?”

The words hit Felix like a delightful slap, his cock twitching and stomach knotting, sending a shot of pleasure to his balls. He tried to answer, realizing his mouth had dried. He nodded after a second.

“Yeah? Was I any good?” Chan asked, stroking Felix’s spit slicked cock gently.

He nodded again.

“Is it better in real life?” Chan teased.

A rapid nod. Felix wanted so badly to tell him to put him in his mouth again, push his head down and slide his cock back into that perfect, warm space, but he couldn’t do anything but stare. Chan stick his tongue out, licking gently over the tip.

Felix finally gathered enough spit in his mouth to speak. “This is obscene,” he whispered. Chan laughed softly. He licked again, swiping the tip of his tongue directly along Felix’s slit. It sent sparks up his spine and dragged a soft whine from his throat.

“It should be,” Chan agreed. “I’m on my knees, in a bathroom stall, sucking your cock while all our label mates, our group, is a few hundred feet away… And I’m gonna make you come.”

He sank back down on Felix’s cock, not stopping until the tip bumped the back of his throat. Felix gasped, covering his mouth with both hands to muffle his shout and screwing his eyes shut at the sudden intensity of it. His sensitive tip nudged as far back in Chan’s throat as he could for a second before Chan pulled back, the cool air on his wet shaft causing goosebumps all over his body.

“Don’t shut your eyes,” Chan growled. Felix forced his eyes open, feeling himself begin to shiver gently with excitement and overstimulation.

Chan looked up at him, all humor gone from his expression. Felix could see the skirt moving on Chan’s lap, his hand disappearing under it.

“Are you—” he rasped.

Chan smirked. “Jerking off with your dick down my throat? You bet. Don’t close your eyes again. I might bite if you do,” he threated, his tongue running over his bottom lip.

Felix nodded. He bit down on his lips, letting his hands fall to his sides.

Chan took him back into his mouth, moaning softly around his cock as he began to move once more. Felix set his hand on Chan’s head gently, watching his face to make sure it was okay. When he didn’t pull away, Felix let his fingers tangle in his hair, beginning to push a little on each down stroke.

Chan’s nostrils flared. He shifted, opening his mouth a little wider. He stopped moving his head on his own. Felix’s balls tightened further, pressing close to his body. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Gently at first, he began pushing Chan’s head down. When the tip bumped his throat, he pulled back on his head, whining softly when Chan closed his lips and sucked.

Felix heard the telltale sound of fabric rustling and the damp sound of skin sliding together, his gaze lowering to where Chan was quickly stroking himself. He was desperate to move the skirt, see his cock, watch him, but the warm squeeze of Chan’s mouth and tongue was too much to stop.

He began to twist his hips, pumping them forward. Chan picked up bobbing his own head, meeting Felix’s thrusts halfway. Felix grunted softly, chewing his lips to keep from crying out in delight.

“I’m gonna—” He rasped, his voice drying up once more as he gasped in pleasure.

The corners of Chan’s eyes turned up in as close to a smile as he could manage, and he gave a firm nod. He began to bob his head faster, soft clicks and gulps slipping out when Felix’s cock nudged the soft, small entrance to his throat.

Felix shuddered, his body tensing as it neared the breaking point. His gasp turned to a surprised shout when he nudged his throat just as Chan swallowed, the suction shoving him over the edge. His balls throbbed and released, cock jerking as he came. Felix’s body shuddered, fingers gripping Chan’s head as he struggled to keep his eyes open, watch as his cheeks hollowed, sucking hard to draw out Felix’s pleasure. He whined softly, stomach aching from the tension in his muscles as his cock spurted one last time, a weak dribble signaling the end of his pleasure.

Chan sucked once more and pulled back, letting his mouth hang open. Felix could see his milky release coating Chan’s tongue, obscene and delightful. Chan closed his lips and swallowed, his gaze not breaking from Felix’s as he did.

Felix slumped against the wall as Chan rose. He pressed a kiss to his jaw, still stroking his cock.

“Was that your first blowjob?” Chan asked.

Felix shook his head.

“Aw, too bad.” He chuckled.

“But it was the first one I came from,” Felix admitted. Chan smirked against his cheek.

“Aw, thanks for the ego boost,” he teased, sounding annoyingly attractive even though it with his breathless gasps. “Have you ever been fucked?”

Felix was surprised his body had enough energy to warm his cheeks with the familiar embarrassed blush. He nodded. “A f— few times.”

“Since coming here?”

Felix shook his head, closing his eyes tightly.

“Hm.” Chan pressed his nose against Felix’s cheek before moving over and nipping along his neck. “Was I a good kitty for you, Felix?” He grumbled.

Felix giggled. “You won’t let that go, will you?”

“You’re the one that got hard seeing me in a cat costume, bro. I’m just helping your kink.”

Felix pouted, leaning back. “Don’t call me bro,” he whined.

Chan’s expression turned solemn for a moment. “It doesn’t mean… I promise, it doesn’t.”

“I know. But I still don’t like. Especially since you just sucked my dick. That’s weird.”

Chan chuckled. “Fair enough. I’ll stop. Baby then? Better?”

Felix nodded quickly at that.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You didn’t answer my question. Was I a good kitty for you?” He pressed.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Yes, you were a good kitty, Chan.”

“Doesn’t that mean you should give me belly rubs?” Chan took his hand and placed it on his stomach. Felix felt a smile spreading across his face despite his best efforts, understanding. He nodded, standing up straight. He gently stroked along Chan’s belly, feeling the muscles quiver under his touch as Chan tensed and released his stomach. He bit his bottom lip, slumping against the stall wall.

Felix began to move lower with each swipe of his hand, finally reaching the skirt, jutting obscenely with his erection. He slid his hand under the skirt and wrapped his hand around the shaft. It was thick and silken, throbbing with arousal.

Felix bit his lip, his stomach twisting in arousal despite the protest in his cock. He began to stroke Chan slowly, leaning forward to run his lips gently over his jaw.

It didn’t take long before Chan’s hips were twitching forward. “Harder,” he whispered.

Felix obeyed, shivering at the groan he received in return. “I want you to come over tonight,” Chan whispered, his breath coming in quick pants as they stroked his cock together. “Wanna fuck you… Listen to you moan for me… Oh!”

He grabbed Felix’s hand from his cock suddenly and pressed it against his tip. Felix gasped, feeling Chan’s cock throb and begin to spill in his palm. Chan shuddered and moaned against his neck.

“Tonight,” Felix agreed in a shaky whisper. He reached his other hand over to stroke Chan through the orgasm, cupping the palm over him to catch as much as he could. “I’ll stay over.”

Chan groaned, gripping Felix’s arms. His hips twitched forward and he shuddered.

Felix carefully removed his palm, looking at the come in it.

Chan grabbed toilet paper, carefully wiping it away. He smiled almost shyly.

“Sorry, I didn’t think; I should’ve used this.”

“I don’t mind.” Felix said. He took the paper and finished cleaning his palm before dropping it in the toilet behind them.

They fixed their jeans in silence, the reality of what had happened sinking in. Felix glanced over, worry twisting his gut when Chan wouldn’t look at him. Had he said too much? Was Chan regretting this?

“Well, we should get back out there.” Chan said. He unlocked the door and peeked out before stepping out and over to the mirror to fix his makeup.

Felix stood behind him, hugging his chest worriedly. Their gazes met in the mirror, and Chan’s face drooped.

“We should talk, huh? Now that we aren’t…” He motioned to the stall as he turned around. Felix nodded. He lowered his gaze, hating this feeling of insecurity that was creeping in.

“Do you regret it?” He whispered.

“What? That?” Chan paused. “No. Not at all, I was afraid you might. I didn’t ask exactly what you wanted.”

Felix shook his head. “I don’t regret it. I wanted it. And I meant what I said after.” He looked up at Chan. “I’ll stay with you tonight… I want to. If you do.”

“You want me to? Us to, I mean?”

Felix nodded. “I do.”

Chan relaxed then, smiling. “If you change your mind, don’t be afraid to tell me.” He reached out, pulling at Felix’s arm until he dropped his hand so Chan could hold it. “Please don’t hide things from me again.”

“I won’t.”

Chan pulled him close and pressed a kiss to his mouth. A new warmth spread through Felix, this time from the center of his chest. He leaned into Chan for a moment before pulling back.

“We should get out there again. Before someone comes looking.” Chan whispered.

“Maybe you should go first. So it doesn’t look like we just… Did exactly what we just did.”

Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Dance with me when you get out there.” He grinned. “I’ll even let you play with my tail.”

Felix snorted and smacked his chest lightly. “Get out of here,” he teased.

He watched Chan leave and faced the mirror again, taking a few deep breaths as his mind tossed over what had just happened. He’d confessed his crush, Chan had reciprocated… And he’d gotten his head in a bathroom stall – a first for everything. He laughed softly at the absurdity of it. And tonight… Tonight he’d be in Chan’s bed. For the first time as a lover, not a friend.

Anxiety twisted in his chest - fears of not being good enough, making a mistake, regretting it. It’d been ages since he had a partner aside from his own hand and toys – what if Chan was disappointed? He glared at the reflection.

“Be quiet,” he mumbled to himself. “It’ll be fine. We want this. This is what I’ve wanted for years.” Content with his self-scolding, Felix nodded and straightened up, heading out of the bathroom and back to the party.

It took him a few moments to find Chan, laughing happily and nodding as Seungmin gesticulated toward the other corner of the party. He looked so at ease and natural – meanwhile Felix could swear everyone looking at him knew exactly what he’d just done. He made his way to the two, snagging a drink from the table as he passed. It was a deep red color, and he sniffed to make sure it wasn’t spiked; he wanted sobriety tonight – especially for later.

“Felix!” Seungmin’s voice was bright. He grinned, his eyes barely visible with the heavily decorated half mask he wore as a part of his masquerade partygoer costume.

Chan turned around, meeting Felix’s gaze. His smile softened just a bit. “Glad you could find your way over.”

“Did you get lost in the bathroom?” Seungmin teased. Felix laughed, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He glanced at Chan, hoping the other hadn’t said anything. He gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.

“What’re you drinking?”

“I don’t know, smells like fruit punch.” Felix handed it over to Chan.

“It’s bigger here than I expected. After all the lockdowns and such, I didn’t think we’d have much this year,” Seungmin said, glancing around. If there was anything off about Felix, he didn’t notice.

“It’s fun though,” Felix said. “I haven’t seen some of these people for months, it’s nice to at least say hello.”

Chan slipped his arm in the space in front of Felix’s wings around his shoulders. The touch brought back everything they’d just done, and he closed his eyes, struggling to keep his breathing calm. He could hear Chan and Seungmin talking and laughing, but his mind was too fuzzy to process the words. Chan’s fingers brushed over his arm.

“Dance with us a bit,” Chan murmured in his ear. Felix nodded. He sidestepped to free his shoulders. Chan grabbed him around the middle, forcing him to stay close as they moved with the music. Seungmin was oblivious, dancing around freely in front of them.

“What time is it?” Felix asked after a few minutes, realizing how dark it was. He dug his phone from his pocket and checked, surprised to see it nearing eleven.

“We should go soon, do you think?” He asked, putting his mouth close to Chan’s ear as the music changed to something louder and faster.

Chan moved back enough to let Felix catch his smirk. He nodded. “I’ll see if any of the others are ready to get going. Meet you by the front gate?” Felix nodded. He watched Chan disappear before asking Seungmin if he wanted to go. Getting a hearty no, he made his way to the front gate.

Felix met up with Chan, Jeongin, and Minho at the front. “Others are staying?” Felix asked.

Chan nodded. “Yeah, Chanbin’s gonna keep track of them until they wanna all go.”

The four piled into one of the cars, Felix and Chan finding their way into the back once more. Chan reached over, taking Felix’s hand and twining their fingers. Their gazes met and he smirked. “A pretty successful party, I’d say.”

Felix smiled despite himself, biting on his lips to keep it from widening too far. “I’d say,” he whispered.

“Saw old faces… Learned some new things.” Chan reached his other hand over, squeezing Felix’s thigh. “I’ll be glad to get out of the costume though; these jeans are tight.” As he spoke, he tugged Felix’s hand over, pressing it against his crotch.

Felix squeezed his eyes shut, biting his cheek hard enough to hurt when he felt the firm bulge of his growing erection.

“You okay?”

Felix opened his eyes, meeting Minho’s concerned look from the seat in front of them. “Yeah,” Felix whispered. “Just got dizzy for a second,” he lied, pulling his hand away from Chan’s crotch.

Minho’s brows furrowed. He glanced at Chan but said nothing, turning to face the front again. Felix sighed softly. He glared pointedly at Chan, who only smirked and shrugged one shoulder. He leaned over, his voice just above a whisper.

“They’ll find out at some point.”

“Not tonight,” Felix hissed. Chan raised his brows, mouth pouting out a bit. Felix shook his head. “We’ll talk in your room,” he clarified.

Chan nodded. He reached up, touching the flower crown still in Felix’s hair. “Want me to help you get this out? It looks like it’ll take a bit.”

“Uh… Yeah, if you want.” Felix slouched as well as he could with the seatbelt, allowing Chan to undo the small braids and ties he’d put in his hair to keep the crown in place.

His eyes slipped shut, little sparks of pleasure skipping through his body as Chan’s fingers moved, short nails scraping his scalp delightfully and tugging his hair just enough to wake his cock up in his jeans. He smirked to himself, squeezing his hands together tightly on his lap; he should have known Chan didn’t offer for an innocent, chivalrous reason.

“Tease,” he whispered, not sure if Chan could hear him, but not wanting to risk the other two hearing.

Chan’s fingers slipped through the hair he’d just freed. He made a fist and tugged firmly. Felix gasped. He saw the seat in front of him move, and heard Chan’s laugh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pull,” he said.

“It’s okay.” Felix said, trying to keep his voice measured despite the ache of arousal in his gut.

The seat shifted again. Chan’s fingers tightened again, tugging a little slower but more firmly this time. Felix gripped his knees hard enough that his knuckles turned white, his erection beginning to ache against the tight confines of his jeans.

Chan moved to a different spot, releasing the small bands. He pulled the crown off and Felix sat up, narrowing his eyes warningly at Chan’s infuriating grin.

Chan set the crown in his lap. He took off his own cat ears then and pushed the band onto Felix’s head, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

“See, these fit you so much better.”

“Is that so?” Felix asked.

Chan nodded. “You’ve got the face for them.” He brushed his fingers along Felix’s jaw.

Felix lifted the flower crown and pushed it onto Chan’s head. He pulled his phone out and leaned close to Chan, waiting for the other to smile before snapping a photo of them.

“Cute,” he praised. Chan looked over, a small smile curving up the corners of his mouth.

“Look like a couple,” he whispered.

Felix glanced up to make sure the two didn’t overhear before looking at Chan. They’d need to talk about this at some point, he knew. His throat seemed to dry up before he could speak, so he stayed quiet, just searching Chan’s face in the passing streetlights.

Chan smiled softly, a relaxed expression that made a sense of ease wash over Felix. He swallowed hard.

“Are we?” He murmured.

Chan hesitated for a moment, glancing out the window behind Felix’s head. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips.

“I think that’s a real possibility,” he finally whispered.

The smile that spread across Felix’s face made his cheeks ache, his heart skipping and stuttering along to the butterflies Chan’s words had released into his stomach. Before he could answer, the car rolled to a stop in the parking garage for the apartment Felix and Minho shared. The other two stepped out and Jeongin looked expectantly at Felix, who shook his head, trying to hide the smile threatening to spread across his face.

“I left a bunch of stuff in Hyunjin’s room. I’ll stay at theirs tonight.”

Minho’s gaze seemed to harden a bit at Felix’s words. He glanced at Chan, then back at Felix.

“Alright. See you tomorrow, probably.” He said after a moment.

The door closed and Felix slumped back in the seat.

“Do you think he knows?” He murmured as they headed toward the other apartment.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he figures it out. He’s smart. We won’t be able to hide it from him for long, at least.”

Felix nodded. As the car neared the apartment, his anxiety began to grow. He tugged at his ear, watching the buildings pass through the window. Chan remained silent, his hand resting on Felix’s thigh. Normally warm and comforting, it only served tonight as a reminder of how nervous he was.

The two thanked their driver as they got out, heading up to the apartment. Once inside, Chan tugged his boots off and wrapped his arms around Felix, hugging him from behind. “We should wash up first.”

They entered Chan’s bathroom, standing shoulder to shoulder as they washed the makeup from their faces. It was a comfortable thing; habits shared and learned from so many years living together. Chan finished first, stepping back. He removed the flower crown and peeled off the crop top. Felix watched him through the mirror, letting himself stare openly. Chan smirked. He undid and dropped the skirt, and then his belt and the tail attached to it. Felix’s gaze dropped to his jeans.

“Want me to take them off?” Chan teased. Felix diverted his eyes quickly, staring at his own flushed reflection.

“No. I mean, you don’t have to now.”

Chan stepped up behind him again, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder. “Are you feeling shy?”

“A little,” Felix admitted.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to.” Felix met his gaze in the mirror. “I really want to. I’m just nervous. I know it’ll be okay.”

“It will. I’m here, you trust me, right?”

Felix nodded, smiling. “You know I do. Wholly.”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Trust that.”

Chan began to press kisses along the curve of Felix’s neck. “Finish washing up. I wanna use our time alone well.”

Felix hurried to finish his skin care, pausing every few moments to sigh or moan as Chan’s hands wandered over his body, squeezing and rubbing, finding all his spots. He turned around to face him, undoing the faux corset and letting it drop before tugging off the shirt.

“You left this on,” Felix said, touching the collar. Chan reached up, his eyebrows rising.

“I forgot I had it.”

“It looks good on you. You should wear chokers more often.”

“You think?” Chan glanced at himself in the mirror, angling his neck a few different ways to examine it with the strip of leather. “Not bad.” He grabbed the cat ears again and put them back on, grinning.

“Should I keep them on tonight?” He teased.

Felix laughed, yanking them off. “Don’t you dare.”

“Aw, why not? You didn’t like me being a kitty for you?” Chan smirked then. He unhooked the collar and tossed it aside before he grabbed the ears and placed the band on Felix’s head.

“Or maybe you want a turn as the kitty? Hm?” Felix glared playfully and pushed his chest, making him step back. He undid the skirt and his own jeans and pushed them down. He stood a moment, naked save for the cat ears. Before he could lose the nerve, he dropped down to his knees on the cold bathroom floor.

“This is what you like?” He asked, sliding his hands slowly up Chan’s legs.

Chan swallowed audibly, his eyes wide as Felix leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tent at the front of his jeans. “Want me to do what you did for me? Suck your dick in the bathroom? Let you come in my mouth?”

Chan swore softly. Felix undid the button of his jeans before he felt Chan grip his shoulders. He yanked him up easily and spun them, shoving Felix with enough force against the wall to jar the shelving and knock the headband askew.

Chan kissed him hard, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s cock. Felix moaned into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Chan’s shoulders.

He broke the kiss and began biting gently at Felix’s neck and shoulder.

“How often do you come, Felix?” He panted.

“Every few days.” Felix’s hips twitched, the gentle strokes only teasing him.

“Yeah?” Chan murmured against his ear. “How many times do you come with something inside you?” He reached his other hand around, squeezing Felix’s ass before running this forefinger across the pucker.

Felix gasped. “Almost every time,” he confessed.

“What do you use?”

“Fingers—” Felix whispered. “If I’m in a hurry. If not I have a dildo.”

“A dildo?” Chan gasped teasingly. “You naughty boy.” He stepped back and grabbed Felix’s hand. “Bed.” He demanded. Felix barely had time to throw the headband off before he was yanked out of the bathroom.

They landed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, both fighting for a moment to be on top of the other.

Chan overpowered Felix, pinning him down on his stomach and forcing his legs open.

“How big is your dildo?” Chan asked. He squeezed his exposed his ass. Felix buried his face in the pillow, inhaling Chan’s scent. He whined softly.

Chan swatted him. “How big is the dildo?” He repeated more firmly. Felix heard a lid snap open. He shifted just enough to be heard. “Not as thick as your cock. About six inches, a little shorter than you.”

“You sure it’s not as thick?” Chan asked. Felix gasped when fingers covered in cold lube circled his hole.

“Yes! It’s why I’m nervous,” he confessed, burying his face deeper in the pillow.

“Why?” Chan leaned over him, teasing his ass with two fingers. He barely pressed one in before removing it and massaging the rim.

Felix whined again. Chan used his free hand to grab his hair and tug it back, forcing Felix’s head up from the pillow. Felix moaned, the delightful pain making his cock throb.

“Because you’re big,” he gasped.

Chan slipped his first finger into his ass to the third knuckle, gently using it to tug at the soft, sensitive flesh.

“Because I’m scared I won’t be able to take you, or you won’t like how I feel, or I won’t make you come.” The words rushed out of Felix as Chan fingered him, still tugging his hair.

Chan huffed a gentle laugh. He let Felix’s head go, following him back down to lay over him.

“You’ll be able to take me, ‘Lix. Don’t you worry,” he purred against his ear. “I’m gonna make sure you can take every inch of my cock deep inside…” He twisted his wrist and added a second finger, pausing when Felix squealed into the pillow.

The stretch wasn’t painful, but it was unexpected; he’d gotten so used to his own fingers and techniques that Chan’s were overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to relax. Chan seemed to understand, and began to scissor and thrust his fingers.

“See? Already being so good,” he praised. “You’ll feel perfect around my cock, baby.” He kissed along Felix’s shoulder. “Don’t hide that pretty voice. You know I love it. Moan for me, let me know what you like.”

Chan moved down, pressing warm kisses along Felix’s spine. Goosebumps raised on his exposed skin, his stomach flipping delightfully as Chan worked open his ass. A third finger was added and Felix squealed, pushing his ass back happily for more. His mind was cloudy with pleasure, craving so much more.

After a few minutes working him open with three, Felix felt the prod of Chan’s tongue and gasped, looking back as well as he could.

“What—”

“What?” Chan’s breath was hot against his damp hole, held open with the spread of his fingers. “Never had your ass eaten?”

Felix shook his head. “I haven’t.”

“Missing out. Just relax and enjoy it.”

He lowered his head again and began prodding at Felix’s hole once more. Felix laughed, his body not sure how respond to the strange new sensation. Chan laughed as well, but kept going, holding Felix’s hole open with his fingers, the other hand gripping his ass.

Slowly and steadily, Chan was able to drive more of his tongue into Felix’s center. It was both strange and delightful, the press of his tongue against his rim, the feel of his lips brushing against his ass. Felix whined helplessly, his cock twitching as his balls drew tight to his body.

Chan alternated between fingering him with deep stretching strokes, and fucking him with his tongue. He flipped it back and forth, let it press against the soft warmth inside him. Felix sobbed brokenly, twisting his hips back.

“Please—” He gasped, his stomach clenching so hard with arousal that it hurt. He had never been one to edge himself, preferring the joy of his climax to the drawn-out agony.

“Please what?” Chan asked, thrusting his fingers deep. They made a wet noise as they plunged into Felix, dragging another desperate moan out of him.

“Close! Don’t tease,” he pleaded. “I think I’m ready.”

“Oh you are,” Chan said, a hint of laughter in his voice. He pulled his fingers out and spread Felix’s ass. “You’re gaping beautifully, baby. Gonna take my cock without any issue.” He leaned forward and Felix shouted when his tongue sank in as deep as it could reach. Chan moaned against his ass, thrusting his tongue quickly. He held tight to Felix as he writhed, shouting into the pillow. It was obscene and he knew it, feeling Chan’s tongue flick and thrust in his ass. He needed more.

“Fuck me!” He yelped, twisting his hips back.

Chan pulled away. The bed shifted as he rose, and Felix heard his zipper. A rustle of fabric and the bed shifted once more. He moved up Felix’s body, and Felix moaned when he felt Chan’s cock slot between his ass cheeks.

“God I wanna fuck you,” Chan panted, humping Felix’s ass slowly. “I wanna slide in and listen to the way you moan.”

“Do it, please,” Felix begged. “Please, I’m ready.”

Chan moved back, shifting on the bed, he grabbed Felix’s hip and pulled. “Roll,” he grunted.

Felix rolled onto his back, his breath sticking in his throat. Chan knelt between his legs. His cock was hard and ruddy between his thighs, chest heaving as he breathed. His lips were swollen and red, slightly damp, hair damp with sweat.

Felix spread his legs wider, bracing his feet on the mattress to lift his hips in a silent plea.

Chan leaned over, slotting his thighs under the back of Felix’s. He grabbed the lube and slicked his cock, eyes roaming Felix’s body as he did.

“Are you sure?” He whispered suddenly, sounding more insecure than Felix thought he ever had before.

He sat up, cupping Chan’s face in his hands. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I promise. I want this if you do.”

“God, I do. You have no idea,” Chan mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Oh, I have some idea,” Felix teased, dancing the tips of his fingers over Chan’s cock. Chan hissed and laughed, nodding in agreement.

Felix laid back down, shifting so his body would be easily accessible. He reached down to his ass and pulled himself open, a little surprised to feel the cool air inside his rim; he’d never been so open before.

Chan added a bit more lube to his hole before lining up.

“Felix—”

Felix nodded. “Chan…”

Chan’s cock was thick and hot as it pressed into Felix’s ass. The stretch was intense even with the prep, the silken tip forcing open his body. Felix moaned brokenly, trying to relax. He shifted his hips down, easing Chan deeper.

They both shouted when the swell of his head slipped through, a delightful splinter of pleasure shooting up Felix’s spine.

“Perfect,” he panted. “Keep going. I want you all the way,” he pleaded. He hooked his legs around Chan’s hips, moving his hands to his shoulders when Chan laid over him, using the new position to drive the rest of his cock into Felix’s hole.

His eyes fluttered shut as Chan filled him, trimmed hair ticking his skin. He forced himself to meet Chan’s gaze, his lips parted.

“It’s so good,” he whispered.

Chan’s teeth were bared, his gaze unfocused. Felix could see his arms shaking as he struggled not to move.

“It’s okay,” Felix whispered. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s cheek. “I like it. Move, please— I want you to make me come.”

Chan groaned at that. He leaned down, catching Felix’s lips in a deep kiss as he began to thrust, smothering their grunts and whines in each other’s mouths.

Felix was fuller than he’d ever been before. Each stroke of Chan’s cock against his oversensitive prostate was a delightful searing pleasure, squeezing his balls and sparking his nerves.

He threw his head back on a particularly hard thrust, his rim stretching a little further. “More!” He gasped. He slid his hands down Chan’s back and squeezed his ass, twisting his own hips up to meet his thrusts.

“You said you wanted to fuck me… Do it,” he whispered. He looked up at Chan through half closed eyes, hoping he looked as sexy as Chan was making him feel. “I know you want to go harder… I can feel you shaking. Do it.”

Chan grimaced. He pulled back and slammed his hips in, freezing when Felix yelped. Felix grinned.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “I want you to let go. You won’t hurt me. I’m so close already - I want you to make me come like this.”

Chan swore softly. He shifted onto his hands. One more kiss to Felix’s mouth before he changed his thrusts, angling them deeper and harder than before. Their hips struck almost painfully, the bed squeaking dangerously as Chan thrusted into Felix’s body.

Felix screamed his name, holding tight to his shoulders as he was filled, a pressure beginning to build deep inside him. He lost track of time, electric sparks shorting out any thoughts except the feel of Chan’s cock fucking him open and his groans, sighs of pleasure that let Chan know he was enjoying this just as much.

“Again!” Felix gasped suddenly, his cock twitching and spilling a weak dribble of come. “I’m gonna come, please, again, more!”

Chan did his best to obey, trying to find the angle he’d been at; his thrusts had lost rhythm a few minutes earlier, his own orgasm evidently nearing.

When he found the perfect angle once more, Felix shouted, nodding. “Yes! Please, hard - just like that. I’m gonna come on your cock, just a little more—” He pleaded.

“Shit,” Chan gritted out as he continued. “I didn’t put on a rubber, I’m close too.”

“You can come in me,” Felix gasped.

The pressure building released suddenly, a flood of pleasure rushing through every inch of Felix’s body. His balls squeezed and released, forcing thick ropes of come out of his cock to splash over their stomachs. Chan moaned loudly, keeping up his pace even as Felix screamed his name, clenching tight around his cock. The strokes against his prostate were sparks on a raging fire, each one squeezing his aching balls to force out another spurt of come, painting his heaving chest.

As Felix sobbed brokenly, his body shuddering through the final edge of his release, Chan shouted his name. He slammed forward hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go. He twisted his hips weakly, humping as he shuddered, grunting and gasping Felix’s name.

Felix’s eyes fluttered shut, the throb of Chan’s cock soothing on his sore rim as he was filled.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper. “Come in me, baby. Let it all out… God, it’s so good, Chan…”

Chan shivered, his muscles slowly beginning to unclench, and Felix laughed breathlessly.

“Fuck—” Chan whispered. He slumped down on Felix, laughing when Felix grunted and smacked his arm.

“Can’t breathe,” he whined.

“Can’t move,” Chan argued.

Felix groaned, shoving him again until he lifted back up.

“Relax,” he warned. He pulled his softening cock free gently and flopped onto his back next to Felix.

The two laid in silence for a long moment, catching their breath. Felix reached down, finding Chan’s hand and gripping it hard, half afraid he’d disappear, or Felix would wake up and find this to be an incredibly intense dream.

“’Lix,” Chan whispered, so quiet that Felix almost missed it.

“Hm?”

“We should shower. I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Mm…”

They laid still a moment longer.

“We should really get up,” Chan mumbled again. Felix nodded.

“Yeah.”

When neither moved again, Felix laughed. Chan joined in, looking over at him. The awkward tension that had been building in the silence seemed to release, and Felix felt himself relax. “Come on,” he grumbled, sitting up. He groaned in surprise at the sudden ache that radiated from his ass. Chan was up in a second, kneeling next to him.

“You okay? Is it your back again?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Felix said, his voice a little strained. He rubbed his lower back, twisting to stretch it. “Sore.”

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I? I didn’t mean to.”

“No, no…” He smiled and touched Chan’s shoulder. “It’s not bad. Just stiff from being in that position, I think. It’s been… A while.” He smiled sheepishly.

Chan frowned. He gently rubbed small circles with his thumbs along the length of Felix’s spine. “Next time I’ll be more gentle.”

“Don’t do that, this was amazing.” Felix argued. He rose and stretched. “All better,” he said honestly. He was stiff, and a little sore, but he knew it was from the sex, not an injury.

Chan narrowed his gaze, clearly trying to determine if Felix was lying. He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and stood up.

Felix knew he wanted to bring up what happened, what they planned on doing, how to deal with things going forward, but he wasn’t sure how to. So he remained silent as he stood in the bathroom, waiting for the shower to heat up. He didn’t want things to be awkward – it was something he’d never considered happening. Awkwardness meant tension in the group, and that was the last thing he wanted.

It was Chan that broke the silence, ultimately. “What do you want this to be?”

Felix looked up, meeting his gaze. Though the bathroom was on the smaller size, he felt miles apart from Chan at that moment. He chewed the inside of his lip, wanting desperately to be honest, but afraid.

“I…” He sighed softly.

“Felix…” Chan whispered. He reached out, stopping just short of touching Felix. He kept his palm up, waiting.

Felix took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled to Chan’s chest. “Please let me know honestly,” he whispered. “I don’t regret this but we have to decide. We can’t let things get weird.”

“I don’t want them to. I don’t want anything to change,” Felix finally admitted.

“So… You want to pretend this didn’t happen?” Chan asked, and the pain in his voice was obvious. Felix winced, shaking his head quickly. He straightened up to look Chan in the face.

“No, no, not what I meant. I mean…” He sighed, desperate for the words to come to him. “I like what we have. What we had before tonight. Our closeness. And I want to still have that and not change that. But also… Not change… This.” He motioned to their bodies.

“Fuck buddies?”

Felix shook his head again. “No. I want to be the only one you give that special smile to.”

Chan smiled a bit, tilting his head. “I still don’t know what smile you mean.”

Felix couldn’t hide his own grin at the thought of it, his heart stuttering against his ribs. “I can’t explain it. You used to only show it to me. This soft… Genuine smile. It felt like I was making you happy in a way nobody else had. It felt like love. I know you love all the members, so do I, but it was different. You never smiled at them like that, I checked… I watched, I figured you were just endeared but… It was different. And then I saw you smiling like that at your phone and I figured maybe… A photo of us? Me? But… It was them. Minsun. And that’s when I got jealous. Because I’ve always wanted that smile to be just for me. Because it might have meant that you loved me… In a different way.”

Chan’s entire face softened then, his cheeks rising a bit as a contented, relaxed smile slid across his face.

Felix nodded. “That one,” he whispered.

Chan nodded as well, his lips thinning as he pressed them together, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “I think I know what you mean. That smile wasn’t for Minsun, Felix. You know me and them… We’re friends but… Have you ever talked to them?”

Felix shook his head. “Not outside the makeup chair.”

Chan nodded. “They like you. They’re inspired by you, actually.”

“Me?” Felix laughed a little, pointing to his chest. “Why me?”

Chan shrugged. “They think you’re beautiful. They love your talent and your voice and your personality. They want to be like you. ‘Lix, most of the time that we text… We’re talking about you.”

Felix didn’t think someone could have a heart attack from happiness, but he wondered if he’d be the first at that moment. His heart squeezed and his stomach did flips in joy, the world seeming to brighten. It was a small thing, Chan’s confession, but it meant everything he’d dreamed.

He wanted to shout for joy, kiss Chan, scream, laugh, cry. His vision blurred. Chan rushed forward, wrapping his arms around him.

“Don’t do that,” he whispered. “You don’t get to start crying right now, baby.”

Felix laughed, smacking at the tear that slipped out when he did. “Don’t tell me not to cry.”

Chan tsked him. “What will STAY say? Hearing I made you cry?”

Felix laughed again, pressing his face against Chan’s chest. He could hear his heart pounding strong and steady, the warmth of his arms comforting down to his core.

“That’s a smile for me,” he whispered.

“It always has been,” Chan confirmed. He pressed a kiss to Felix’s head. “I’ve always felt something special for you.”

“I wish you’d told me. I wish I’d said something.”

“You have now. Things don’t need to change. I think we’re just fine like this.”

“Except…” Felix began. He looked up at Chan, his tongue stuck down with shyness.

Chan waited expectantly, his brows raised. Felix swallowed, forcing his mouth to cooperate. “Except I want to be yours. Actually yours.”

“Can I be your boyfriend?” Chan teased in a sing-song voice, miming their song. Felix laughed. He nodded.

“Something like that.”

Chan’s smile softened. “I’d like that.” He ran his hands over Felix’s back. “Come on… Lets get in the shower before we lose the hot water.”

They stepped under the water, and Felix groaned, leaning against the wall. “That feels amazing.”

Turn, I’ll wash your back,” Chan offered. Felix was far too content to protest. He turned, putting his forearms arms against the wall and resting his head on them. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Chan washing his back. He sighed softly when his hands moved down over his ass, gently washing away the remnants of his release and the lube.

“You’re sure you’re not too sore?”

“I’m sure. It’s a good sore.” Felix moved directly under the spray to rinse off and washed out the cloth, giving Chan a push. “My turn.” Chan chuckled but obeyed, leaning against the wall to let Felix wash him. They switched positions, sharing shampoo and body wash, and far too many teasing touches and kisses.

After washing, Chan pushed Felix against the wall once more, beginning to kiss along the curve of his neck.

“We should tell the rest of the group,” Chan mumbled against his skin, sighing and resting his forehead on Felix’s shoulder.

“How do you think they’ll react? I don’t want it to cause problems.”

“I don’t know. They’ve always seemed pretty cool with relationships like this. Open minded.”

Felix nodded. “Yeah, but it’s different when it’s someone you know, works with you, lives with you. It’s easier to accept a theory.”

Chan sighed heavily. Felix felt him nod. He stood straight, his brows furrowing in the way they did when he was trying to come up with a solution.

“Changbin first,” Felix said. “And Minho. They’re the oldest, and I think they’ll be the most understanding. They know you best too, Changbin especially. They can help with the rest.”

“Jisung too,” Chan agreed. “What do you think about Hyunjin? He’s so close to you…”

“You really won’t let that go, will you?” Felix teased. He wrapped his arms around Chan’s shoulders. “He’s straight, Chan.”

“You sure?” Chan asked, narrowing his eyes.

Felix laughed. He pressed a kiss to Chan’s mouth. “I am very sure. I don’t know how he’ll take it, but I don’t think it’ll be bad. He’s got a pretty good idea about me already.”

“About you? Not being straight?”

Felix nodded. “We’ve talked about it in fewer words. He doesn’t know I’ve had a crush on you but he seems cool with me in general, so.”

Chan nodded. “Good. We’ll start with Minho and Changbin then, tomorrow. After we tell the others, we can decide as a group how to proceed.”

Felix nodded. “I agree. But we should all talk about it. Decide as a group. That’s only fair.”

Chan turned off the water, grabbing towels for them. They dried off in silence and entered the bedroom again. Chan dug in his dresser, passing over a pair of pajama pants and one of his shirts.

“These should fit you.”

Felix smiled softly, taking them and pulling them on. Though he’d borrowed Chan’s clothing before, he couldn’t help but smile softly at it now.

“What’s up?” Chan asked, noticing the look. He tugged on his bottoms, adjusting the string as he spoke.

“Nothing, it’s silly.”

“Tell me anyways.”

Felix shrugged. “Just feels different. Sharing your clothes with you now that we…”

“Are a couple?” Chan finished. Felix nodded.

“It does. I think it looks better on you now. More… Correct.”

Chan went to his bed. He stripped the top sheet off and balled it up, tossing it into the corner. Felix snorted.

“Hyunjin always complains about that.”

“What?” Chan asked, hunting under his bed.

“You making a mess.”

“It’s my room.”

“And that room explodes into the rest of the dorm. You realize that once he finds out we’re together, I’m going to hear all of his complaints about you?”

Chan glanced at Felix, head halfway under the bed. He smirked. “As if you don’t already?”

“But now he’ll expect me to do something about it.”

“Like what? Spank me if I don’t clean my room?”

Felix’s cheeks burned hot, the imagery filling his mind in graphic detail. Chan chuckled. He emerged from the bed, pulling a clean sheet from a bag.

“You’re right,” he said though Felix hadn’t spoken. “I might like that too much.”

Felix pulled his lips between his teeth, biting down to remain silent. He stared at Chan with wide eyes.

Chan smirked at his expression, turning to put the sheet on the bed.

“You can’t start saying stuff like that,” Felix warned, going over to help him. “People will notice way faster.”

“As if they don’t already know you love touching my ass.”

“Everyone loves touching your ass, Christopher.”

Chan looked over at him, grinning. He winked dramatically. “It’s a nice ass.”

Felix groaned at the terrible comment, bumping their shoulders together. He sighed when they finished making the bed, standing up straight. “Hm.”

“What?”

He glanced at Chan and smiled sheepishly. “I was tired… But now I’m a little hungry.”

Chan laughed at that and nodded. “Me too. Come on, we should be able to raid the kitchen for something.”

They headed out the door and down the short hallway to the kitchen. As they passed the living room, movement caught Felix’s eye. He shouted, jumping back against Chan. Chan looked over, swearing in surprise.

Changbin and Jisung sat on the couch, staring with mirrored droll expressions. Their costumes were off and they’d changed into casual clothes.

“Wanna tell us something, kitty?” Changbin teased.

A cold sweat broke out over every inch of Felix’s body. The world tilted and he worried for a second he was going to faint. They planned on telling the members – but not like this.

“How much did you hear?” Chan asked, sounding confident and stern.

“Way too much, man.” Jisung said. “Like, graphic imagery that I will never be able to erase from my brain, thanks to you two.”

“I seriously thought someone was hurting him,” Changbin cried, motioning to Felix. “What the hell were you doing to make him scream like that!”

Felix’s face reddened further. He brought his shoulders up, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the floor. Chan made a noise of annoyance and flipped his hand. “If you heard, you know what I was doing.”

“I wasn’t in pain,” Felix mumbled, feeling stupid as soon as the words came out.

Chan wrapped his arm around Felix’s shoulders. “Do we have a problem, guys?” He asked, all humor gone from his tone. Felix could feel him squeezing.

“Hey, no—” Jisung began, but Changbin cut him off.

“You bet we do!” He shouted as he shot up from the couch. Chan’s arm squeezed further and Felix felt himself pulled backwards a bit as Chan stepped in front of him.

“Changbin—” Jisung tried. Felix dared a glance up, his throat closing when he saw Jisung’s desperately confused expression. He tugged at Changbin’s arm helplessly, but the other was focused only on Chan. His eyes were wide, nostrils flaring.

“And what problem is that?” Chan said, his voice low and deadpan. Felix knew that tone; things got dangerous when Chan used that tone.

“What problem?!” Changbin shouted. “You hurt my feelings!”

The words hung in the air, all three staring at Changbin in frozen surprise. His shoulders were rising and falling as he breathed, clearly worked up. Chan tilted his head, his shoulders slumping a little.

“Wh… What?” He stumbled.

Changbin huffed, tugging his arm out of Jisung’s grip and crossing them over his chest. His face shifted into a pout, brows furrowed as he glared at Chan. “You didn’t tell me you and Felix were dating.” His voice was soft and whining, drawing out his words with the pucker of his mouth. “You tell me everything. I’m hurt that you hid this… Did you not think I’d take it well? You know me, Bang Chan! Do you think so little of me!?” His voice rose as he spoke, working himself up again.

Felix relaxed instantly, smiling brightly. He stepped back up next to Chan, catching his bright smile as well.

“Nobody knows, Bin,” Chan said. “I promise, I would never keep this from you.”

Changbin’s face relaxed into a more natural position. “Really?” He asked softly.

“Really,” Felix added. He smiled. “This just happened tonight. At the party. We weren’t hiding it from any of you.” He looked imploringly at Jisung, hoping the other wasn’t hurt as well. “We planned on telling you guys tomorrow. You first, Changbin. We knew you’d be understanding and supportive.”

Changbin’s face brightened as his smile grew wide. “Yeah?” His arms dropped from their locked position across his chest. “Good…” The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, however, and he turned to Chan. “Also if you wanna make him scream so loud like that, you send us a text before! We’re traumatized!” He yanked Jisung against his side, forcing his solidarity. Jisung laughed softly, shaking his head.

Felix frowned then, remembering. “Where’s Hyunjin?” He looked toward the closed door of Hyunjin’s room.

“Ah, he’s with the others, and count yourself lucky. If he’d thought you were being hurt he would’ve burst in there, and then what would have happened?” Changbin spoke rapidly, shaking his finger in Felix’s face as he did. Felix laughed helplessly, relieved that neither of the two seemed genuinely concerned about the relationship – aside from the noise.

“We thought we’d be alone longer,” Chan said. “I didn’t think you guys would be home until a lot later.”

“Yeah well, next time just send a text,” Changbin scolded, and Chan nodded, still wearing his bemused grin. “Simple thing, no details. I don’t want details. Just… I don’t know. ‘He’s over, bring earplugs’ or ‘prepare for screaming’ – something.”

Chan nodded, his throat tense as he struggled to hold back his laughter. He raised his hands in surrender. “I will, I will,” he promised.

Changbin huffed and nodded once. He looked to Felix, narrowing his eyes again. Felix raised his brows, not sure if he should take a step back or forward. Changbin shook his finger in his face again.

“You have bad taste in men.”

Felix grinned brightly at that. “Oh, you know you love him too,” he teased. Changbin’s face wrinkled in mock disgust.

Jisung freed himself from Changbin’s grip and clapped his palm against Chan’s chest. “We’re good.” He said. “Wondered if he’d ever tell you.”

Chan pouted. “You told him?” He asked Felix.

“What? No. I’ve not told anyone.” He looked at Jisung, who only smiled and shrugged.

“A guy knows things. Plus that dreamy, stupid expression you get on your face whenever you look at him hasn’t gone away in four years. Kinda obvious. I think most of us had an idea.”

“I didn’t,” Chan said, raising his hand.

“Well, you’re dumb. And obviously blind,” Changbin quipped.

“And I’m hungry,” Felix said quickly, seeing Chan’s shoulders rise. “Let’s eat.” He placed a hand on Changbin’s chest and one on Chan’s, a silent plea not to let them get into one of their ‘discussions’.

“Me too,” Jisung said quickly, meeting Felix’s gaze. They shared a knowing smirk when Changbin immediately headed for the kitchen.

Jisung was about to follow when Chan grabbed his shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks. For being cool.”

Jisung’s brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be? I think it’s sweet. The others will too. I’m happy for you guys.”

Felix smiled softly, warmed by his friend’s kind words. Though he’d been hopeful that they would be okay with it, it was nice to know for sure. He nodded in thanks.

“Chan! Where’s the salt?!” Changbin’s voice drew their attention.

“Don’t add salt to anything!” Chan shouted back. He turned to head into the kitchen, but a glance at Jisung stopped him.

“What’s that face for?”

Felix looked back at Jisung, realizing his relaxed expression had turned contemplative.

“Well… I had a thought,” he said slowly, looking between Chan and Felix.

They waited silently for him to continue.

“You were a kitten for Halloween this year, right?”

Chan cocked a brow and nodded once.

“So, kitten got his milk tonight then.”

Chan’s eyes widened. Felix laughed in shock, covering his mouth. Jisung looked smug, laughing at the shocked expressions on both their faces.

“Why!?” Felix cried, covering his face with his hands as his cheeks burned.

“You’re so gross,” Chan groaned. He snagged one of the small pillows from the couch and threw it at Jisung, smacking him in the head with it. “We shoulda called you the pig.”

Jisung laughed harder, rubbing the spot that got hit. “I’m not wrong!” He shouted.

Felix shoved him toward the kitchen. “You’re disgusting,” he complained. Jisung grinned back at him as they walked.

“Trick or treat, Felix.”

“Don’t—” Felix tried, but Jisung continued.

“Does your kitten need some more milk? Seems grumpy.”

“I’m going to throw you onto the balcony,” Chan threatened, glancing back. He turned into the kitchen.

“Changbin, what the fuck are you doing?!” He shouted. A crash echoed through the apartment.

Felix and Jisung exchanged a glance and rushed forward into the kitchen to prevent the massacre that was about to ensue.

Just another night in their lives, Felix realized. Nothing had changed, just like he had want… And everything was perfect.

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