#I was a Nosy Neighbor main

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Nosy Neighbors my beloved!!! Textless version under the cut!

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Never leave your girlfriend unattended with Suguru Geto

ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship (you&Gojo), cheating, dubcon (they both want it but r! is hesitant to cheat), dirty talk, praise, sexual tension, teasing, oral(f!r), multiple orgasms, breeding kink, guilt, rough sex, manhandling, mutual pining, possessiveness, jealousy, getting caught // WC: 8k

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A soft kiss was pressed to the top of your head, to which you closed your eyes in response, happily accepting it. Gojo pulled away and looked at you before ruffling his hand on your hair, making flyaways stick up. "See you in a couple of weeks, baby, be good to Suguru while I'm away." He said, smiling as you nodded before he gave you one last kiss on the lips and shut the door.

"You guys are just the cutest, aren't you?" Suguru said amused, standing against the entrance to the main room with his arms crossed, head tipped against the wall. You turned around and scoffed at him, "Were you watching us? Perv." You spat at your long-time roommate and friend, making him giggle and uncross his arms as he made his way into the room you were in, walking toward the kitchen. "If you don't want me to watch, kiss somewhere a little less public." Geto teased, grabbing a glass from the cabinet before walking over to the sink and filling it up.

"Like us being in our room has stopped you from being nosy." You tsked, walking towards him. You bumped your shoulder into him as you walked past him and copied his actions, getting a glass before placing it under the stream of tap water he had running. Geto shut the tap off and smirked at you, making you look up at him in annoyance, your eyes locking onto his. "If the neighbors can hear you, what makes you think I can't, hm?" Geto asked, leaning into your personal space, making you pull your head back a bit, trying to gain some distance.

Your jaw fell open in astonishment as your words failed to find your tongue from his words exposing your intimate moments with Satoru. You were about to respond when a large hand pat down on the top of your head, effectively shutting you up. "No talking back, Satoru said not to be nice to me didn't he?" Geto asked, a teasing lilt in his voice as he questioned you. You sucked your teeth, staying silent as you turned the tap back on, ignoring his presence.

Geto smirked in victory, his hand leaving your head as he bumped into your body while he walked past you. "Good girl." He praised before walking out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom. Your heart was racing as you stood in front of the sink. His words echo over and over in your head, 'Good girl.' You and Geto were no strangers to teasing each other and poking fun at the other, but lately, things have felt more tense than they should be, especially when Gojo wasn't around.

You hoped you were the only one who felt it, so this could be your dirty little secret that neither Satoru nor Suguru had to find out about. You were jolted back into your body and out of your head when you felt water caress your fingertips as it fell over the rim of your glass. You had been so lost in thought you had overfilled your cup, jeez, you needed to get it together.

Disregarding the water altogether, you set down the glass and shut off the tap as you rounded your way to the sofa, deciding a movie could be good to take your mind off things for a while. You laid sideways down on the couch, stuffing one of the decorative pillows under your head for comfort as you scrolled through a movie sight, waiting for something to catch your eye. You stopped the curser on a movie your friends had been raving about all week, some new romance movie featuring two very attractive love interests, and apparently it was supposed to be pretty steamy.

Normally, you would watch something like this in your own room, but unfortunately, your laptop had been ruined by Satoru himself just last week, forcing you to spend more time out of your room.

Gojo had finally, finally gotten inside you after being away for a week, per usual. You had been feeling so worked up while he was away, your fingers not bringing you any relief throughout your time separated, so when he was back the two of you latched onto each other like glue and wasted no time in connecting in the ways you really wanted to. You gasped against Gojo's lips as he penetrated you fully, him staying still against you as he gave your neglected cunt some time to adjust around him while he whispered dirty praises against the shell of your ear.

Just when you were about to tell him to move, Geto busts into your room without so much as a knock, ready to welcome his best friend home from a week's absence, only to be met with both of your sweaty and red bodies, flush against one another. Suguru raised his eyebrows in surprise as he raked his eyes over your body, or at least, the parts of your body he could see from Gojo's body laying on top of yours, an action you did not miss, causing a new wave of heat to course through your veins.

This wasn't the first time Geto had 'accidentally' walked in or interrupted something between you two, and normally Gojo was more teasing and lenient about it, but not this night. Gojo was so depraved of your pussy had his sights set on fucking you into the mattress all night long, and Geto was clearly preventing that. In an effort to get your shared roommate to leave so he didn't spoil the mood, Gojo reached over to your desk and threw a bottle of lube at the door, which he missed, horribly.

Because of his awkward angle and his arm having to outstretch backward towards the door, instead of hitting his target, he hit a glass half full of water which was conveniently placed right next to your laptop, which it spilled on, and ruined in an instant. Geto left the room with tears in his eyes from how hard he was laughing, and you and Gojo didn't exactly get up to much fucking that night.

Although, Gojo of course made it up to you by buying you the latest laptop on the market. Or to be more clear, one so new it wasn't even on the market yet, which is why a week later it still wasn't in your possession. It was supposed to arrive sometime within the month, so you could be patient. You knew it was a mistake and after his little show of how sorry he was, you made sure to thank him properly in bed, with his cock shoved down your throat.

You were starting to like being out of your room so much though, not like you would ever tell Satoru that, even though what he did had been an accident, you knew he would find a way to be smug about it and expect you to be grateful for what he'd done, claiming it was all apart of his 'master plan'.

Geto didn't leave his room much during gloomy days like today, so you figured you would have the main room to yourself as well, which just made you feel all the more comfortable, considering the weird feelings you've been having about him lately. Just when you clicked on the movie and the opening started to roll, you heard Geto's door screech open, making every hair of your body stand on edge as you prayed he was just going to the bathroom instead of joining you for a movie night.

Alas, lady luck was not on your side as Geto's heavy footsteps grew closer and closer, indicating that he was not in fact going to the bathroom and was heading in your direction. You forced your body to relax, laying as natural as you could for how on edge you felt with him around, you stared nonchalantly at the TV as he walked into the room, heading for the kitchen.

Geto looked in your direction, catching a glimpse of you sprawled on the couch before he stopped in his tracks, deciding his dinner could wait. "What's up?" He asked, his voice growing closer as he walked toward you. You bit your lip between your teeth and shut your eyes for a moment, cursing your luck before you opened your eyes and spoke, "Not much, jus' watchin' a movie my friend recommended." You said dryly, keeping your eyes on the screen as the movie starts to play.

"Yeah? What's it about?" Geto asks, making his way around the couch. You're internally screaming now, praying he'll get a call or something from someone that will make him go away. You could feel your heart beat out of your chest as Geto sat down by your ankles and picked them up, scooting a bit towards you as he placed them on his lap, dangerously close to his…

You decided to entertain his small talk, trying to distract yourself from the seemingly normal situation, and for your sake, you really hoped he thought it was. "Uh, I'm not sure, just some romance movie. Shoko said the girl who stars in it is cute, said the guy might be my type too." You responded, swallowing all the saliva left in your impossibly dry mouth.

"Oh? Satoru might be jealous if he heard you say that." Geto joked, his hand resting on your ankle, sending a heat racing through your body. You clicked your tongue, "I'm able to recognize when people are attractive, I'm sure Satoru does the same." You respond, biting the inside of your cheek. "Is that so?" Geto responded, a mischievous lilt to his voice as he spoke.

You opted not to respond, letting your attention fall solely on the movie. Only when you finally started to calm down and the conversation between the two of you had died down, something that made you want to bang your head against a metal wall showed up on the screen, in 4k quality. A sex scene.

The guy's head was between the woman's legs, and any intimate parts of the two people were strategically covered by other objects in the room with the help of the angle of the camera, but you could still see their facial expressions and hear their noises loud and clear. A whistle coming from Geto made you swallow hard as you watched the scene unfold in front of you, unable to look away.

"Shoko was right, she's hot as fuck." Geto praised, raising his hips as bit as he scooted forward, spreading his legs. You peeked over at Geto, and you noticed the man licking his lips at the scene, not like you could blame him. You ignored his comment, instead pressing your thighs subtly together as you watched them go at it, their noises going straight to your cunt. You prayed it would be over soon.

You thought you had gotten through it, when the sex scene ended and Geto said something that made your heart skip a beat. "She kinda looks like you." You wanted the couch to open up and swallow you whole. How could he say that after he just said how hot the actress was? Did he do that on purpose? Were you reading into things? The thought that Geto found you attractive made you press your thighs together harder, your feet moving a bit against his legs.

The movement made Geto start petting at the skin, his fingers teasing the dimple on the side of your ankle. You took a deep breath, trying to be subtle about it as he touched you. This wasn't uncommon, Geto was always touchy like this, even with Gojo around, you were reading too much into it, you were reading too much into it, you were- "You alright?" Geto's voice jolted you from your thoughts your eyes finding his.

His other arm was sprawled out behind you on the couch as he tipped his head against the cushions, looking at you with raised eyebrows and a suspicious look on his face like he knew something you didn't. "I'm fine." You stopped yourself short when you were about to ask why, nervous to hear his answer. Geto snorted, a quick, 'alright' leaving his lips that didn't sound all that convinced at your answer.

You were acting weird, he had to have picked up on it by now. You were acting as you did with Satoru when he teased you. Fuck, Satoru. Your boyfriend, Geto's best friend. You briefly closed your eyes and shook your head against the pillow, trying to make all thoughts of Surugu go away, you could absolutely not think about him in that way.

While you were trying to calm your racing heart, Geto's fingers slid higher up your leg, teasing the skin of your shin nonchalantly as he kept his eyes glued to the screen. You focused on your breathing, the words emanating from the TV speaker sounding clouded and muddled into gibberish as your arousal steadily grew.

You peeked at Geto through the side of your eye, trying to gauge if he was feeling anything either. Once again, lady luck was rooting for your downfall. The second you looked over at Geto to study his face, you were met with his dark eyes already looking at you instead of the TV. Thinking fast despite your heart picking up in your chest once more, you spat out, "What are you looking at me for?" Your words came out more suppressed and soft than you would've liked.

Suguru ran his hands in longer strokes along your leg, testing his luck as he dragged his fingertips from the ankle to the back of your knee, ever so slowly. "Just checking to see if you were enjoying yourself," Geto said vaguely, his words making your body heat up. Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes back onto the TV and away from his scrutinizing eyes, which seemed to look right through you. "I am, it's a good movie." You responded, trying to get the topic of conversation off of you, "How about you?" You added, trying to seem unaware of the growing tension in the room.

"Right." Geto said, a hint of all-knowing in his tone, "It's a good movie." He repeated, obviously aware that you were hiding something from him judging from your defensive tone you weren't even aware of yourself.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once more, Geto's hand slowing his caressing of your thigh, allowing you to breathe more normally and relax your body again, save for the steady pulsing you felt in your cunt that wouldn't cease. Just when you were about to excuse yourself to get the water you previously abandoned earlier, another intimate scene occurred on the TV, making your entire body clench up.

You couldn't very well leave now, Geto would without a doubt think you were affected by the movie if you did that, even though you were. Figuring in your spot on the couch, your feet unknowingly scooted closer to Geto's crotch, making his eyebrows raise in surprise at your subtle movement. "You're getting squirmy again." Geto teased, outting your discomfort.

You could feel your heart beating loudly in your ears, your eyes staying locked on the couple who was making passionate love on the screen in front of you. You stayed quiet, hoping if you pretended like you didn't hear him, he would shut up for good, only that didn't happen. His hands caressed past the back of your knee, his fingertips teasing the start of the underside of your sensitive thighs before he spoke again.

"Does this movie make you miss Satoru? 'S that why you're getting all fidgety?" Geto continued, looking at you from the corner of his eye. Your breath picked up, coming out louder than you realized, as your heavy breaths reached Geto's ears loud and clear. You pressed your legs together again, trying to gain some relief as your roommate teased you.

Suguru grinned when you stayed quiet again, your expression telling him all he needed to know. Something was affecting you, something was making you aroused. He decided to test his luck and see just how far he could push this. "Sounds just like you guys, huh?" He persisted, licking his bottom lip as he watched his fingers tease the back of your thigh.

You released a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering for a brief second as you struggled to gain ahold of your reactions. "I have to listen to that every night y'know? You getting fucked by my best friend." His words were affecting you too much, you couldn't let this go any further. "Suguru." You whispered as sternly as you could manage, his name leaving your lips a little too breathily and needy.

Suguru looked away, his gaze falling back onto the TV, but his hand did not stop teasing your leg. You were now positive that this encounter and his touch was not friendly and had other intentions like you first believed. "You sound so pretty too, it's hard not to listen," Suguru exposed, causing you to bite your lip. The sex scene was long over now and the movie was coming to a close, and still, you and Geto lay there, staring at the screen, neither of you actually watching the movie.

"Suguru, stop," You warned, worried this was going to lead to something neither of you could take back. "You know I wanted you first?" Suguru said, making you squeeze your eyes shut hard, trying to ignore his words. "Talked about it with Satoru too. Who knew a year later he was gonna be dating you." Biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, you cast your gaze on Suguru, your expression silently begging him to stop talking.

"I should've-" "Suguru stop, please, please stop. I don't know what you're trying to do but we can't do this." You cut him off, pulling back your leg from his grasp as you sat up, your legs curled by your body as you held your body weight up with one hand behind you. You stared at him pleadingly, knowing you weren't going strong enough if he made a move.

"We?" He repeated, making your heart sink into your stomach. You fucked up, you hadn't meant to say that. "So you feel it too, don't you? And you've been feeling it for a while, haven't you?" Suguru asked bluntly, bringing everything out in the open. He was too far gone to play coy now. "I don't know what you're talking about. Slip of the tongue." You said, looking away as you began to get up from the couch.

Suguru's hand gripping your wrist made you stop in your tracks, when did he get so close? "Suguru let go." You said sternly, a hint of softness in your voice. "You want this, I know you do." He pushed, pulling you towards him. You winced, turning your head dramatically away from him. "I… I think I should go stay with Shoko till Satoru gets back. I'll pretend I didn't hear any of that." You said, adamant to keep your foot down, not allowing either of you to cross this line that could ruin everything.

Suddenly, you were under Suguru, and he was on top of you. Your legs spread around his knee that was placed between your legs, dangerously closed to where you had been needing attention all night. He held both your hands above your head, pinning your wrists down on the couch, immobilizing you, forcing you to face the situation. "Suguru don't do this." You begged, trying to keep your eyes off of his lips.

"I won't tell him, he never has to find out." Suguru breathed, his eyes solely focused on your lips, the complete opposite of yours. "How… how could you say that? He's your best friend." You said, defending your boyfriend. Geto's next word caught you off guard, rendering you speechless. "You were mine first."

You stared up at him desperately, your fate in his hands as you breathed heavily, not knowing how to respond, not even sure if you wanted to respond. Geto leaned down to the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin teasingly before he spoke, "You hear me? You were mine first," He repeated, followed by a kiss to your sweet skin.

A gasp left your lips when you felt him make contact with your neck. "S-suguru-" You gasped before trying to struggle against his hold, knowing this was wrong. "Been wanting to hear you say my name like that for a long time," Suguru whispered before peppering his kisses up to your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. You whined, wincing at the sensitive and unfamiliar feeling of Geto's lips. It all felt so wrong but so good. Geto clearly had experience.

"Suguru haah-" You gasped, your attempts to escape his hold growing weaker and weaker the more time he spent sucking your ear. His lips traced back down to your neck before he found your sensitive spot and sucked. You whined, tipping your head to the side so he had more access to the skin there. You felt a blossom of warmth spread in your lower tummy, making you wiggle around, trying to get friction somehow.

"Suguru we- we shouldn't do this." You whined, your words coming out stuttered and breathily. He pulled away from your neck, admiring the little red hickey that was starting to form before his eyes drifted to your disheveled face, the face of a person who craved release. Your chest was rising and falling heavily and your mouth was slightly agape, your eyes lidded and cloudy to match your expression.

You thought Geto had ignored your words before he leaned down and hovered his lips above yours, a hair's length away from touching. He licked his own before speaking, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes, which did the same. "Tell me to stop," Geto said, giving you an out. Something in the way he said those words made you think he really would stop if you said so.

You'd been telling him to stop just fine only moments prior, only when this seemed to be a true out, an escape to leave to the sanctity of Shoko and forget this encounter ever happened, you couldn't find it in yourself to speak those words again. Breathing shakily against his lips, you whispered back the words that sealed your fate. "I can't"

In an instant, Geto's lips were latched onto yours, to which you hastily reciprocated his need. Moaning desperately against him, he finally gave you what you needed most, and pressed his knee against your cunt. He swallowed up your sounds of pleasure, griding his throbbing cock against your leg, matching your need. Geto had no idea how he was able to hold back for so long, he felt like he was about to explode.

He had been hard in his pants since your encounter in the kitchen a few hours ago, his baggy hoody stealthily concealing his arousal, making him seem like he had been calm and collected, when in reality, he was losing his mind. "The bedroom, take me to your bedroom." You gasped hastily against his lips, needing more relief than what his knee could bring.

Without a word from the man, he scooped you up in his arms and made a beeline for his bedroom. His hard cock rubbed against your ass with each step he took as you had your legs wrapped around his waist, giving both of you the much-needed friction you needed to stall yourselves as he brought you to the bedroom.

Geto through you down on the bed before he removed his hoodie and shirt in one fell swoop, leaving him clad in his boxers and sweats. You raked your eyes over his body while you followed suit, removing the oversized T-shirt you were wearing, which coincidentally, happened to be Geto's. He pounced on you before you were even done removing your shirt, his arms reaching up to help you remove your shirt quickly.

As you worked on your bra, Geto pushed you down and slid his legs under your hips, placing his hands on your thighs as he hoised you towards him, your body sliding down against the sheets. Everything was a blur, you two were moving quickly and silently, save for both of your gasps and heavy breathing, a tell of just how badly you really needed each other.

Geto made quick work of your shorts and panties, practically ripping them off your legs before you could even register what was going on. Geto pushed your legs back by the underside of your thighs, folding your body into a mating press as he started dropping his face down to your dripping cunt. Your hands stopped him as you covered your pussy with both hands, embarrassed at how open and exposed you were.

"W-wait I- I didn't shave-" You whined, your face hot as you tried to keep your eyes on his. Geto's eyes found your own, annoyed that you were stopping him from the thing he wanted most. "Move your fucking hands." He groaned sternly, having no patience for your insecurity over such a minuscule thing. You think he gave a fuck if you were shaved? He knew he was dealing with a woman, he knew what to expect, and he loved it.

You kept them firmly over your cunt, your wetness coating your fingers as you kept your pussy obstructed from him. Geto groaned before he leaned forward and licked at your hands, presumably where your clit was. "S-suguru-" You gasped, shocked at the shameless display of his need. He sucked one of your fingers into his mouth, successfully getting a small taste of you from where your wetness had gotten on your hands.

His eyes rolled back in his head from such a small taste, now needing to have more. His cock twitched in his pants, threatening to cum already despite barely having been touched. "I don't care, move your hands," Geto repeated, reassuring you it didn't bother him in the slightest. Letting your arousal guide you, you reluctantly removed your hands, exposing your pussy to his eyes.

Immediately, a long groan left Suguru's lips as he stared at your pussy, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. "Oh fuck, you're even more beautiful than I thought." He said, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock twitched harshly behind the confines of his boxers, spilling pre-cum against them as his eyes were blessed with the sight of you.

"D-don't say stuff like that," you whined, gripping his hair for support as you looked away from him, too embarrassed to face him and his dirty words. "Get used to it." He said sternly before he dove in, his tongue licking hastily against your folds.

Your nails scratched against his scalp as your head fell back against the sheets, your eyes rolling in your head. "Ffff-uck!" You cried as Geto moaned against your pussy. His tongue was darting quickly back and forth against your clit, his rough and sloppy movements making you see stars. "Ohmygod-" Geto groaned against you, his words sending vibrations through your cunt, causing your body to jerk inward.

Pulling back briefly Geto released one of your legs to slap your bare cunt, resulting in a loud cry from you before he dove back into sooth your pussy, his hand grabbing your thigh firmly once more, keeping you in the mating press. "I-inside, S-suguru p-put your tongue inside-" You gasped, needing to feel something inside you. Suguru wasted no time in acting on your words, his tongue diving penetrating you with ease.

You moaned lewdly feeling his tongue thrust in and out of you, just short of where you needed to feel him most, but the stimulation still felt amazing. His face was pressed so firmly against your cunt that his sharp nose was digging into your clit, stimulating it each time he shook his head back and forth against you, slurping loudly.

"Fuck- fuck I'm gonna cum- S-suguru I'm gonna cum-" Geto couldn't help but feel proud at the cry he's heard so many times replaced with his name instead of your boyfriends. The declaration made his cock twitch, his hips canting into the air against nothing. You tried to squeeze your thighs against his head as your orgasm crept closer and closer, your mouth falling open in a silent scream until-

Geto pulled away, leaving you just short of your orgasm. "Need to feel you cum around my cock." Geto said desperately, placing your legs over his thighs as he sat back, uniting the knot in his sweats. "S-suguru…" You pouted, reaching your hand between your legs you started rubbing your clit in small, slow circles, keeping yourself right on the edge as you waited for him to get his cock out.

Geto watched with a slacked jaw as you played with yourself shamelessly in front of him, your fingers teasing the entrance of your tight cunt before rubbing back up to your swollen clit, making his mouth water. The bottom half of his face was coated in your wetness, and his flyaways had stuck to his face by your slick, making him look so needy and sloppy, it was cute.

Geto groaned when he pulled his cock out of his boxers. He pulled the sweats down a couple of inches, just under his balls as he started slowly jerking himself off, spreading his wetness over the length of his cock as he watched you. "Spread yourself open." He demanded, his eyes focused on the opening of your cunt where his fat dick was about to be.

You were a bit shocked when you finally saw his unobstructed cock, so it took you a minute to register his words. He looked pretty big judging from his bulge, but nothing could've prepared you for the sheer girth and length he had, which far surpassed Gojo's. Sure Gojo's cock was impressive, but a side-by-side would've made your boyfriend's look pathetic. "Baby, let me see your pussy." Geto repeated, his hand rubbing on top of your thigh, jolting you out of your own head.

With a meek nod, you spread your folds apart for him, looking away as you did so. Geto groaned, you could hear the squelches get louder and more frequent as he started jerking himself off faster while staring at your little hole. "Fuck… you think you can take me?" He asked, leaning over you, keeping his hand jerking himself off, the other planting by the side of your head.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching your nails on his nape, making him groan. You looked between the two of you, watching as Geto touched himself while hovering his tip just above your pussy. "It's so big, isn't it?" Geto teased, reading your mind as his eyes scanned over your face, watching you watch him. You looked back up to him, your chest rising and falling quickly with anxiety and arousal as you nodded.

"But you can take it, can't you?" He asked, nodding at you, basically telling you the answer he wanted to hear. You nodded back, not really comprehending what he was saying, you just wanted him to fuck you. "Beg me for it. Tell me how bad you want this dick." Geto whispered, rubbing his tip against your clit as he leaned into your neck, pressing kisses against the skin there. You gasped, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as he teased you, making out with your neck.

"Tell me how bad you want me inside you, c'mon.." Geto begged, sucking hard against your skin. If you had half a mind, you would yell at him for trying to mark you up. You didn't even let Gojo give you hickeys. Instead, you pressed his head harder against you, welcoming the feeling. A nudge against your wet entrance from his fat tip made your words find your tongue, your cunt throbbing and begging him to get inside you already.

"I want it so bad Suguru." You whispered, your face growing hot at your words. "Want you to fill me up, ruin me, wanna feel you in my fucking guts." You blabbed, letting your pussy do the talking as he frotted his dick between your folds, his dripping cockhead hitting your clit just right with each thrust, making you feel like you were going to cum again.

Geto groaned at your words, drip after drip of pre leaking from his slit, rubbing all over your pussy. "You're on birth control right?" He whispered against your neck. He knew it was a little too late for that, seeing as he had been rubbing his cum all over your pussy for a while now, but he figured he would ask before he said his next few words.

"Y-yeah, you can fuck me raw." Geto wasn't expecting for you to say that. His teeth sunk into your neck at the declaration, making you whine out and can't your hips up against his. "You let Satoru fuck you raw?" He asked, clearly getting jealous and feeling a little competitive. You cringed at the mention of your boyfriend, not wanting to think about him right now, you could regret this later if you so chose.

Begrudgingly you answered him with a small nod that he wouldn't miss for anything. "Just me? Am I the first one to fuck this pussy raw?" He asked, beginning to line up his cockhead with your entrance, pushing his hips against you lightly, teasing you. You felt the guilt start to creep over you, you had no plans to ever let Gojo fuck you raw unless you were trying for a baby, which he knew, and yet here you were abandoning all that for your boyfriend's best friend.

"Y-yes" You whined, feeling embarrassed. "Goddd-" Geto groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Geto didn't really have a fetish for virgins or being anyone's first, but when it came to you he was particularly possessive. He hated the idea of anyone touching you before him and has had to deal with it for over a year now. So the fact there was a part of you that Satoru hadn't got to feel yet made him ecstatic.

"Gonna let me be the first one to cum inside you too?" He asked, lifting his head from the crook of your neck, smirking at you mischievously. At that moment, you forgot you were cheating on your boyfriend, all guilt washed out of your head as your eyes met with Geto's. You admired his handsome, pleasure, and lust-filled face before you pulled his down against you, crashing your lips together.

"Do you want that? You wanna cum inside me?" You teased, pulling away from the kiss to whisper against his lips. "So bad." He answered, staring into your eyes, pressing his tip harder against you, threatening to penetrate you. "Suguru-" You whined against his lips, making him reply with a cry of your name, keeping his gaze solely on yours as he pushed against you until his fat tip slid inside you with a pop.

You jolted against him, both of your jaws falling open in tandem as he finally breached your walls, just his tip stretching you open. "Oh fuck- oh fuck-" You cried, unconsciously squeezing tighter around him. Geto leaned forward and started kissing you passionately, trying to distract you from such a big stretch. Tears started welling up behind your lids as he pushed himself in deeper, at least a few inches now.

"It's okay, relax, loosen up for me, I got you," Geto whispered between kisses. You kept your arms firmly around his neck, needing all the comfort you could get as he nearly ripped you open. You did your best to take deep breaths through your nose, trying to relax your cunt around him. Your nails scratched harshly along the skin of his back each time he fed you another inch, making him groan in pleasured pain against your lips.

Geto broke the kiss to look down at where the two of you were connected, noticing he was almost fully inside you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks from the stretch, but it was undeniable that it felt good. Geto was completely filling you up, leaving no room for him to miss rubbing against any sensitive spots inside you.

He was about to praise you for how well you were taking it when he felt extra pressure be applied to his cock. Adjusting his gaze up a bit, he noticed you were pressing down on the small budge on your stomach, a gasp leaving your lips each time you did so. Geto decided to just watch, despite the intense throbbing he felt watching you cry over his cock splitting you open. "H-ah, I-it's so deep." You whined before looking back up at him, pleasure written all over your face.

Geto grit his teeth and started up a brutal pace inside you, knocking the wind out of your lungs. "Filthy fucking mouth- H-ahhh" He groaned, pulling his cock in and out of your tight cunt. He couldn't believe how warm and soft you felt, he never wanted to pull out. "S-suguruuu-uu" You whined helplessly against the sheets, letting him handle your body like a ragdoll as he mercilessly fucked you.

"I knoww I know~" He cooed, shaking his head at you, his free hand wiping your tears away. "You'll get used to it soon I promise, just let me take care of you, let me make you feel good." Any response you might've had was cut off by Geto's fingers rubbing quick circles against your clit. Your hands shot down from pressing on your tummy to grabbing his wrist, trying to get him to let up.

"I didn't know you were such a crybaby in bed." Geto teased, angling his hips just right to massage your sweet spot, making you dizzy. He cooed at you as your eyes rolled back in your head, your nails digging against his wrist harder. "Do you cry like this for Satoru? Huh?" Geto asked, to which you just whined and shook against the sheets, trying to let him know you were close, but your words failed to find you.

The only warning Geto got before you came was your back arching off the sheets and you cried turning to silent gasps before your cunt squeezed tightly around him, trying to milk his cock as you came. A choked moan left his lips as you orgasmed around him suddenly, making him lose his rhythm a bit. Once he realized you were cumming, he found his pace once again, fucking you through your high and keeping his fingers rubbing against your clit.

He leaned down to connect your lips, kissing you sloppily. He sucked on your tongue lewdly as your mouth hung open while you came, moan after moan being fucked out of you. Your eyes were fuzzy and all out of focus once you came down. You tried to blink away the cloudiness to get a better view of Geto as he pulled away to study your disheveled face, but you were still feeling the aftershocks, not allowing you to fully focus yet.

"You came so hard, felt so fucking good when you squeezed around my cock like that." He praised, placing his hand on your waist and away from your clit as he slowed his thrusting, giving you a second to catch your breath. "S-suguru-" You cried, your body shaking and jerking each time his tip brushed against your g-spot, sending bolts of overstimulation to shake you. "I'm a bit jealous you came after I mentioned Satoru though." He said pouting, clearly annoyed but fabricating most of it so you would feel bad.

"N-no it w-wasn't that-" You tried to reassure, worried that if you didn't clear things up now he wouldn't go so easy on you in the future, as if he was going so easy on you now. "No? What was it then? What made you cum so hard?" Geto asked, slowly picking up his speed again once he realized you were coming back down fully. You gasped and winced as he started fucking you again, trying to find your words before he fucked them out of your head.

"W-was you, y-you're so big 'n you're hitting all the r-right spots." You revealed, pulling him against you, burying your head in the crook of his neck, embarrassed at your own words. Clearly, this confession made Geto feel a whole lot better though, as he started fucking into you faster than before. "Oh fuck, yeah? I do hit all the right spots don't I?" He cooed, working himself up.

You nodded against him, more tears falling down your cheeks and getting in his hair. Geto grinned, biting the shell of your ear, "'Ur fuckin' me in all the right spots too baby." He praised, feeling a warmth start to form in his belly, his balls tightening. "Huggin' my sensitive tip so good, massaging my dick with your warm pussy. It feels so fucking good. Wish you could feel what I feel." He told you, nearly whimpering into your ear as he worked you over, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from how close he was.

His trimmed dark hairs near the base of his cock tickled your tummy as he rubbed his hips back and forth against you, quickening his pace before slowing down, throwing you off with the change in rhythm."I-I'm glad. W-wanna made you feel good Sugu-" You whined, squeezing your arms around him harder, feeling extra sensitive from how he was completely smothering you.

"Yeah, baby? You like making me feel good? That's so sweet. You're so sweet." He praised, closing his eyes as he mumbled the words into your neck. He tried not to think about what was going to happen when this was over, but it was hard not to as he approached his orgasm quickly while he felt your walls start to pulse and squeeze around him, a telltale sign of your orgasm.

"I t-think I'm gonna cum again," You cried, biting down on his shoulder. Geto groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he welcomed the feeling. His body was yours to use and dispose of, he was entirely at your mercy and would do and take anything as long as it meant he made you feel good. "I'm gonna cum to princess, still want it inside you?" He checked, his words coming out breathy and quick, he wasn't going to last much longer like this.

"Please Geto, please c-cum inside me-" You begged, repeating his name like a mantra as he fucked your cunt harder, loud squelches emanating from between you. A thick ring of your cum was pooled at the base of Geto's cock, a sight he would jerk off to for years if he got the chance to see it. "Good girl, gonna fill you up so fucking full with my cum." He groaned, "'nd you're gonna take it all right? Gonna keep it deep inside you all fucking day?" Geto was babbling nonsense at this point as his balls tightened, ready to release his load inside you.

You nodded vigorously against him, gripping onto his hair for dear life, keeping him pressed into the crook of your neck. Your back arched against Geto just as his thrusts started losing rhythm, both of your jaws falling slack and moans going quiet as he did his best to fuck you through it. Both of you jerked forward and groaned, you cum being forced out around him as he came.

Geto's seed shot deep inside you, his cum filling you up to the brim. He laid his weight on top of you as his orgasm was wracked through his body, wave after wave of his high hitting him like a train wreck as your pussy milked his balls. You came down first, your hands petting the skin of Geto's back as he groaned and occasionally jerked against you, making sure he was as deep as possible until all of his seed was released into you.

When he came down, he stayed sill. Neither of you dared to move, dared to speak, as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms. You were the one to break the silence when you whispered for Geto to pull out because his cock was making you sore. With a hushed apology, he sat up and pulled his cock slowly out of you, making you wince in discomfort.

"There's so much…" You whispered, once again holding your hand on top of your stomach as you felt how deep his cum was inside you. Geto blushed before he smiled, raking his sweaty hair out of his face. "Sorry, is it uncomfortable?" He asked, rubbing his fingers along your thighs, trying to soothe your muscles. You shook your head, although when a glob of his cum dripped out of you, it sure felt uncomfortable, but you didn't want to bother him with such a small thing.

Geto leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips softly before pulling back and looking into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking at him with softness and uncertainty of what you were to do now. "You did so good, that was amazing." Geto praised, easing some of the nervousness you felt. "Yeah, it was." You agreed, nodding before you pressed your lips back on his, kissing him slowly.

After a few more minutes of kissing and winding down from such an intense interaction, Geto picked you up in a princess carry and started for his door to take you to the bathroom to make sure you didn't get a UTI from this. Only when he opened his door, what he saw was the last thing he was expecting.

Gojo Satoru, briefcase and all, was standing crossarmed outside his room agaisnt the wall, an unreadable expression on his face. You felt like throwing up and you got out of Geto's hold, standing on the ground in front of him on shaky legs, clad in only Geto's shirt with dark purple hickeys littering your neck.

Your heart was racing out of your chest, and judging from Geto's expression, his was too. Gojo sniffed before he spoke, uncrossing his arms and stuffing them in his pocket when you started to walk towards him. "Guess there's a blizzard so my flight got canceled. No work for a week." He said, answering your unspoken question of why he was back. "Welcome home Satoru!" He said dramatically, an unreadable expression on his face as he held his arms up in mach excitement.

He was smiling but his eyes said something completely different. Besides the quick glance at your neck, Gojo's gaze was focused solely on Geto. The two men refused to break their sights on one another, the air around you thick enough to cut with a knife. Yeah, you were really going to be sick.

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

This is so good it scared me.

Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.

“Oh my god!” Jennie yells. “Did you hear the latest news?” She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.

“What!?” Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.

“A little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.” She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.

You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?

“What's wrong with her?” You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.

“Let's just say, Maya is..” Baekhyun pauses.

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

“She's like the worst possible human in the world.” Jongin says. “I don't know how he puts up with her.”

You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.

“Oh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.” You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.

“Oh, uh.” He chuckles. “Yeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.” He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.

“But why?” Baekhyun asks. “Why would you do that?”

“What's wrong with her?” Chanyeol laughs.

You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. “You okay?” He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.

“Uh huh.” You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didn’t work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. You’d finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.

“I’m going to head out right away.” you announce. “Just using the bathroom first.” you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“You’re ignoring me.” he says, looking over at you.

“You have a girlfriend.” you say back. “Were you together..when..” you pause.

“No!” he exclaims. “No.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.” he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.

“Great, I'm happy for you.” you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.

“Let me walk you home.” he says, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Don’t worry, I'll make sure she’s safe.” Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N. and look..” he pauses. “I don’t know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.” he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out. He turns around. “You know?” you ask him.

“I had a feeling,” he says. “Good night.” he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didn’t have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.

Miss me yet?

Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.

Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.

You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?” He smiles, moving closer. “I've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.” He finishes, his smile dropping.

“Oh!” You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. “I didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.” You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.

“Who else would they have been from?” He snaps. “Are you seeing someone else?”

You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?” Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concerned. “Has he been bothering you alot?” He asks.

“No, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.” You explain. “I'm sure he's gotten the message now.” You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” You smile, holding out your hand. “I'm Y/N.” You say.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. “You let go of my hand to help her, Channie.” She says. “I'm so sad now.”

Chanyeol sighs. “I'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?” He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.

You already hated her.

Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.

Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.

[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.

[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.

You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.

[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.

[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.

[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.

You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.

[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.

[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.

You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.

[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.

[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.

[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!

[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.

You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.

“Hey.” Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. “You can join the others in the living room.” He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.

“Y/N.” Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths “sorry.” To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.

[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.

[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?

You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?

You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. “This number is no longer in service.”

Maybe he deactivated it.

[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.

[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.

[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.

[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.

“Y/N?” He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.

“Hey, what's going on doll?” Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

“What? What do they say?” Everyone asks.

“Can I read them out?” Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.

“Holy shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.” He pauses. “I can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.” He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.

“Y/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.” He finishes in a whisper.

No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. “Who wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?” He says.

Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

“You're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.” She says, pouting again.

“Y/N matters too.” Chanyeol tells her. “She's important to me. As are all my friends.” He says.

“So I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.” She yells at you.

“Who are you calling a thing, bitch?” Lisa snaps, standing up.

“Miss fucking cry baby over there.” Maya yells.

“Maya!” Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. “Shut the fuck up.” He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. “Get your stuff. We're leaving.” He yells. “NOW.” He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a “sorry” towards the group before slamming the door behind him.

The group sits in silence.

“Has anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?” Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. “I mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.”

“literally never.” Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.

Kyungsoo looks at you. “Have you gone to the cops?” He asks.

“Yeah, you really should.” Lisa and Jennie urge.

“I have.” You sniffle. “They can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.” You cry. “Apparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.”

“That's messed up.” Kyungsoo sighs. “You shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.”

“She can stay with me.” Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

“I ended things. For good.” Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. “Y/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.” He whispers with his head down. “You didn't deserve that.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “You didn't have to break up with her though.”

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

“Yeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.”

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.

Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. “We're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.” He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.

“This is a solid table.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.

“Yes?” He says, his voice loud and deep.

“Where's Y/N?” He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.

“She's not here. You need to leave.” Chanyeol announces. “She's not interested in you. You need to move on.”

“Hah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.” Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.

The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.

“It's very nice.” You smile.

“I'm still working on getting more things for it.” He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. “You can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.” He says.

“Chanyeol.” You sigh. “It's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.”

He laughs. “You can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.” He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.

You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.

Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. “What's wrong?” he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.

Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.

“it was.. a dream.” you start. “Mark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.”

Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.

“Can you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.” You whisper.

He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.

You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.

“What's this?” He asks.

“Breakfast. Duh.” You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.

“There. That should work.” He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

[httpknjoon]

pick up the pace | myg

plot | that time when the tour resumes after a month-long holiday break and you and yoongi are not really talking.

w.c | 2.9k+

pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader

genre | enemies to lovers, popstar x bassist, slowburn

note | slowest burn lol

main masterlist | series masterlist

LOVE IS... ON TOUR: RESUMES!

YN Announces "Love Is... On Tour" Asia and Australia Dates

Time to save up!

Singer-songwriter YN unveils the dates for the much-anticipated Asia and Australia leg of her "Love Is... On Tour."

The talented popstar is confirmed to be making stops in Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore in Asia, while she will be performing in Sydney and Brisbane for her Australian stops.

YN's recent album was released last year, June 2024, packed with hit songs "Taste", "Bed Chem", and many more. She also released an EP for the holidays, which broke the record for most-streamed Christmas song within 24 hours.

Almost forty days after the holiday break of your tour, your busy schedule is back with rehearsals and meetings again. It was a joy to find yourself sleeping on the same bed again after living from one hotel to another for the first leg of your tour. You had your quiet, no-camera-shutter life again after a long time, as you live away from LA or New York. You stayed on the same state you were raised in, just literally moved out from your parents, since you find it peaceful living there.

Pauline, your 67-year-old widowed neighbor, was so happy to see you back home that she brought you food every chance she could, just to make sure that you're looking after yourself after being working so much for three months straight.

For Christmas, you stayed at your parents' house for a few days. It was only a few minutes away from your house. You were constantly babied, which you didn't mind, since your sister is away with her own family in London. Your parents were usually pushy and nosy about your love life since Theo was your longest relationship. But considering how public your last breakup was, they didn't say anything related to that and just asked about your tour instead.

"Your dad never shut up about wanting to meet your new band." Your mom brought up over breakfast casserole.

You giggled after seeing your dad's eyebrows raised, "I'll introduce them when you come to my show next time, Dad. You're coming to my Sydney show, right?"

He nods, putting down his cup, "I am! I cannot wait to meet them. I love them already. And can you introduce me to your new guitar guy? I've seen short videos of him online and I am a fan of him!"

You nodded as you chewed on your food, letting your smile fade off at the process. You were not surprised by that since your dad is a musician himself, and although you won't admit it in front of your bassist, Yoongi is a great addition to your life tour.

Speaking of Yoongi...

Apparently, you drunkenly called him during New Year's Eve. If you hadn't looked back on your call history a few days after the celebrations, you wouldn't know that a two-minute call happened. Being blackout drunk, you have zero memories of that call and have no one to ask about it except Yoongi, but since you have not talked since that night after the aftermath, you still have no idea what went on in that specific 148-second call.

You still don't have the guts to call or even text him about it since that night he left your hotel room.

Looking outside the night lights of New York City, you wondered if you did the right thing by telling Yoongi that you two crossed the line. Maybe you overreacted. Or maybe it's just your pride. But the idea of many article headlines went into your head after realizing what could happen if anyone learns what was happening between you and your bassist. You don't want to have a reputation as a popstar screwing your band's members.

But he apologized before turning his back. 'He didn't need to,' you groaned as you buried your face on the pillow. It's not his fault. You were literally the one to pull him inside your hotel room. You wanted to tell him that, and you planned to. But the day after that night, when you met up with everyone for a setlist meeting before letting everyone go for the holiday break, Yoongi was not in attendance.

You were on your tiptoes, looking at the door at every opportunity during that less than an hour meeting. But he never showed up. Making you sigh quietly once the meeting was over. While everyone was chatting about their holiday plans as they went, you pulled Noah aside by clinging to his arm as he walked in the elevator.

"Didn't see my lovely bassist today, have you?" you asked him, keeping the usual banter you have with Yoongi, not wanting to make yourself obvious.

Noah laughed, "Why? Miss him?"

You unlinked your arm from his, "N-No! I was just asking. We had a very important meeting, you know?"

"Sure, whatever," your friend rolled his eyes. "And to answer your curiosity, he left earlier, said he had an early flight to chase. I think he already told Art about it."

You just nodded after hearing that and spaced out for the next five minutes. Noah kept talking about the holidays. You don't really remember anything since there's already someone else in your head, wondering where he'll spend his Christmas or New Year's. The next thing you know is you're on your way to the airport to fly back home.

Now, the private plane you are currently riding with your staff just landed in LA. Just a few days from now, you will be back performing in different cities in Asia and Australia. So you are set to meet everyone again in preparation for the tour. And by everyone, that means you will see—

"Earth to YN?"

Someone's mention of your name snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to your front, where Cal sits with her infamous pink iPad in her hand. She looks at you like she was waiting for you to say something. But since she can easily read your face, Cal's shoulders slump.

She asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, I just zoned out. Adjusting, you know?" you reasoned out, smiling sheepishly.

"It's okay, I know you are." Cal smiled. "But don't worry, we're both adjusting! I'll help you with everything!"

You chuckled, "Thank you, Callie. You're an angel."

"It's my job, love," she winked, making you laugh more.

For a moment, you felt lighter. You distracted yourself by making quick, small chats with everyone who greeted you at their airport.

"Oh, hi! Hello! How are you doing? How's your holiday? Any New Year's resolution?"

That's the same thing you said over and over again. You barely registered everyone's answer since you were basically speedwalking with your staff to the company van that was waiting outside. A series of shutter sounds and camera clicks can be heard as you step out of the airport. You paid zero attention to them, hiding behind your face mask and sunglasses, before getting in the van.

The drive to the company building was less than fifteen minutes. When you were on your way to the seventh floor, where the meeting would be held, you did the same small chit-chat with everyone. You were talking with Art, whom you met at the entrance of the building, when the elevator doors opened with a ding.

It was like the walls your distraction technique built cracked a little since your heart began pounding louder than your ears can hear it. You straightened up, running your hands down to the hem of the miniskirt you were wearing. You followed behind Art and Cal, who is basically your parents when you're on tour. You tried to relax your tensed face before approaching the meeting room, removing your mask and glasses.

Okay, stay calm. Breathe in... and out. Relax.

Cal and Art were already inside when you paused before the door to take a deep inhale and exhale. You can hear the buzz from the other room, hearing familiar laughs and voices. You wondered if he's also there.

"Hello, everyone!"

The moment you opened the door, the buzz slowly died down. Your eyes were quick to spot him when you scanned the room. He was at the farthest seat on the long wooden table, next to the other band members, hiding his face under his cap.

"YN!"

Everyone greeted you back, with a few coming over to you to give you a quick hug. Fred handed you a small gift bag that probably includes the cookies his wife made, the ones you saw in his IG stories. Akio handed you another one, packed with goodies from Japan, when she came home few weeks ago. Noah, on the other hand, welcomed you with open arms and squeezed you in.

"Oh my god, I can't breathe!" you laughed, pushing yourself out of his embrace.

Everyone around you kept talking, but you found your eyes taking peeks at that one person who did not even stand up from his chair and kept his conversation with Art, who was sitting at the head of the table. There is a lot of attention given to you right now, but all you want is for one person to at least look back.

"Okay, everyone. Let's all sit down to get started with this briefing." Art, being the tour manager that he is, stopped the little catch-up talks that began once again.

Everyone in the room followed, occupying the empty seats in the room. Chairs scraped the floor while everyone settled in. You looked around the room, looking for yours. Only one was left, one that is usually reserved for the main artist in every meeting like these. That one chair across from Yoongi.

He knows you're across from him. You know.

Finally, he looks up once you sit on the chair. His eyes bore at yours. For a second, he meets your gaze. You see his Adam's apple bobbed. Then, he looked down at his phone again. You frowned.

"Okay, let's begin!"

It was the next day after that meeting when the rehearsals for the new setlist were conducted. There are new songs and choreographed dances to be learned, new bodysuits to be tested. Your team rented a large studio that can act as your stage before you all fly to your first venue, Tokyo.

For the band, they will need to practice the new songs added to the tour's setlist. For you, the first thirty minutes of the rehearsals consist of keeping yourself focused on what's going on. You had a crazy idea of pulling Yoongi in private to talk about what happened and maybe explain. But after yesterday's cold and wordless interaction, it's clear. He wants nothing to do with you.

"YN, Paul needs you to see the new suits," Cal called you after a couple of songs. You gave her a single nod and let her pull you to another room.

Yoongi watched your back quietly as you left. He caught how you've been extra quiet since yesterday. Yes, you still interact with the other band members and dancers. But you barely shared anything about your holiday. He may not talk a lot, but his ears are listening.

"Maybe YN can buy more time to dress up for her next outfit if we extend the outro a little," Akio suggested.

Yoongi looked at his watch. It has been eighteen minutes since you left for your bodysuit fittings. While waiting for you, Art decided to talk with the band about the changes and concerns.

"Yeah, we can add another thirty seconds in the outro. So that she won't be in a rush-rush." Freddie added, looking at the rundown sheet.

"Then, we can move to the next song. She'll be dancing back to back?" Noah asked, turning to your tour manager.

He nods, "Yeah, it's both heavy on dancing."

"This setlist is a little brutal for her," Yoongi mumbled under his breath while mindlessly tuning his guitar

He had the same thought when he first saw the setlist yesterday, since he missed the meeting that happened the day after the afterparty. You only removed two to three songs from the setlist and added five more. The sequence was also changed. When Yoongi asked who changed it, he was surprised to hear that it was your decision.

Your two most physically demanding songs are one after another, with only twenty seconds in between. Yoongi cannot imagine seeing how those two performances can be performed after each other, considering the dress change and of course, quick water breaks.

"Yoongi, what do you think? You usually have notes about anything." Art turned to him as he caught him whispering something inaudible.

Instead of repeating what he said, Yoongi shrugged, "If that's what she wants, then that's it."

Before Art can say anything, the door opens. You walked in, wearing a fresh addition to your countless bodysuits for this tour. Yoongi tried to look away, but he failed. Instead, he found himself scanning your new outfit, studying the sparkling details of your long-sleeved bodysuit, which came with a ruffled mini skirt. It also has the signature heart-shaped cutout on its chest part, outlined with rhinestones, which perfectly matches your tall platform boots.

By the time Yoongi's done staring at your outfit, he notices that you were looking back at him, basically catching him. He saw a small quirk in one corner of your lips before looking at your tour manager.

"Sorry, I was gone too long. Paul wanted to make sure I am comfortable with this," you explained, pointing down to your whole outfit.

"Well, are you?" Noah asked, raising a brow.

You chuckled, "Actually, I'm not. It's still a little tight for dancing and all. But it will be pretty under the lights. I'll be wearing this for the new songs I added."

Yoongi, who had his eyes on his guitar to avoid another eye contact with you, absentmindedly spoke before thinking about it.

"Yeah, and you might pass out before you can even finish that setlist."

He thought no one heard him, but you did. You were quick to answer, saying the first sentence you said to him since the meeting yesterday.

"Don't worry, Yoongi. You can do CPR if that happens." you said it with sass, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest.

Your bassist, although surprised, just tried to look calm before letting out a subtle chuckle with a stupid smirk on his lips. Something that definitely did not cause any tightness in your stomach.

Art, who knew that any childish banter might occur now, clapped his hands to catch everyone's attention,

"Okay, everyone. Let's all go back to rehearsing."

Remind me why we're taking a break It's obviously insane 'Cause we both know what we want So why don't we fall in love? Baby, let's be in love

One of your most underrated songs was Touch It. You decided to add it on your setlist after hearing that it got a lot of attention because of a TikTok edit that went viral during December of last year. Someone wrote it for you. But now, the song felt more relatable than ever like it was written about a certain moment in your life.

'Cause every time I'm with you, I go into a zone

You held onto the microphone stand, closing your eyes in the process of singing the lyrics. You tried to keep your head blank, not wanting to connect the song with anyone or even someone who is in the same room as you at the moment.

And I remember all the places you wanna go

Yoongi kept his eyes on your fingers. Like before, he is trying to be alert to your possible signals. But when he looks at your hands, all he can feel is your fingers in his hair or your thumb touching his lips. And your voice. Oh my god. You're killing him because all he can remember is how sweet you sound that night.

Take me all the way

Suddenly, you were turning around, facing your band. Yoongi felt his heart pounding like it's gonna fly out of his chest. He remembered having the same feeling that night in your hotel room. Or when he answered your call during New Year's. He cannot tell if he was nervous or excited, probably in the very thin line between those two. He's probably scared.

And it seemed like you know what you are doing to him. Because when your eyes scanned the band, your eyes stopped at him before singing the last line.

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

JANUARY 1, 20XX, 12:13 AM

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

silence

"Min Yoongi?"

"Yes, YN?"

"Is this your number? I really thought you blo-"

"Yes, this is still my number, YN."

"Why do you keep saying my name like formally? Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you. Never."

silence

"Never?"

"Never."

silence

"Why did you call? It's New-"

"Why are you not mad at me?"

"Are you crying? Wait, are you drunk?"

"Does it matter? Answer the question."

silence

"I don't know... Maybe I should be. But I can't. I just can't. I don't know what's with you really."

silence

"Maybe I should not have called. I'm just making things worse."

"We already did."

silence

"Why does it have to be you?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate you. I miss you. Good night. Happy fucking new year."

"Happy new year-"

call ended

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[catghoststories]

Frank, Eddie, and the Tell-Tale Heart

So, I know the main focus of this update was Poppy, which I was happy to see (though I'm not happy to see what happened to her).  I do have a theory cooking about her, Sally, and the Commedia Dell'arte, but Frank n' Eddie are my favorite pair, and I've been stewing over this particular theory since the July '23 update.  This tiny line from the Looky-Loo storybook is what cinched it for me.

Source: Merchandise Page, Looky-Loo Storybook

This line isn't read out loud, but we can see it at around the 9 minute in the video, above Eddie, looking so polite.  It reads,

"Villains!" I shrieked, "I can deny it no longer! I admit the deed!—tear up my flower bed!—here, here!—it is the ticking of my beloved alarm clock!"

This isn't the actual line from The Tell-Tale Heart.  The original line reads "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!"

Source: The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart is about someone murdering their roommate, cutting him into pieces, and hiding the evidence under the floorboards of their house. 

And I think this is what Frank is going to do to Eddie, in an attempt to protect him in a perverse, misguided way.

This rewritten lines seems very specific to Frank and Eddie.  We know Frank loves his garden.  And who's the only character in the Neighborhood who owns a clock?  Eddie.

At the end of the Homewarming video, Frank sees how distressed Eddie is.  As many have theorized, Frank seems to be somewhat aware of what's happening, although we don't know to what extent.  But he sees that Eddie is now in the line of fire of The Powers That Be, and he becomes worried for him.  

I think Frank will dismantle Eddie and hide him in his garden until he deems it 'safe' for Eddie to come back, once the 'eyes' are off him.  (Kind of reminds me of the Eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings).  An unintentional—or perhaps intentional—side effect of being dismantled and put back together, with new parts, is that Eddie doesn't remember things well. 

Including, possibly, his and Frank's relationship.

This goes along with the theme we've seen several times in WH now, including this new Halloween update.  The puppets unintentionally—yet seriously—harm their loved ones in order to protect them from something they deem far worse—whatever that may be.

As these posts by kykudos, oniongrass, and nikkiiiscute discuss, there is an image from one of the hidden bug clips of Frank's garden with 9 clothespins—one buried in the dirt.

Source: Welcome Home Hidden Audio ('til it's back on the official site :3)

And there's the references to burial in Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight, too.  This post by the-nosy-neighbor goes quite a lot into this song very well, especially how it might indicate Frank could put Eddie into a suspended state!

Source: Transcript Page, Bug-a-Bye and Goodnight

Now I have been thinking about this dismantling/reassembling thing for a long time, especially since the last Halloween update.  Eddie is one of the puppets with a new costume, and he is Frank(enstein)'s monster.  And he has a big yellow band-aid on the back—Frank's color.  If Eddie is taken apart, Frank will patch him up again.

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(Also, I'm curious about the blue hand and face in Eddie's costume design. That's Barnaby's color. Does Frank use Barnaby's spare parts to put Eddie back together?! 😳 Especially since I feel like Barnaby's time on Mister Bone's Wild Ride is fast approaching—but that's yet another post 😅)

But based on the Tell-Tale Heart line, Frank may have been the one to do the dismantling in the first place, which is quite dark.  Based on the below picture from the former staff member page—clearer image here from Clown's Tumblr—Frank may be aware they're puppets and made up of various parts.

Source: Welcome Home Wiki until it's back on the official site :3

There is also an intense piece on Clown's Ko-Fi here (please support Clown if you can!) that shows butterflies doing SOMETHING to Eddie. Are they putting him together? Or taking him apart to join them in their hibernation? 🤔

Frank also likes gelatin. As he tells Poppy in their hidden audio, 'it holds perfectly sliced fruit beautifully'.  Perfectly sliced, cut up fruit, eh?  Gelatin is a preservative that we also see in the cookbook recipe, and we all know Eddie has an unholy encounter with his single pea.  So yet another symbol of suspended animation that is related to Frank and Eddie.

Source: Merchandise Page, Cookbook

So it seems like Frank has some experience in preservation, hibernation, etc. and knows how to use it, if it comes to it.

The next big update will likely be spring-themed.  A long time ago, Clown posted that Frank has a holiday in spring. Of course this isn't canon until it's on the website, but either way, I think Frank will have an important role in the spring update, which I believe will also focus on Julie.  We may see him wake up Julie from hibernation...and Eddie from his dirt nap.  

Source: Clown's Tumblr

(I've been so curious about that shadow behind the flower.  At first I thought 'OMG, it's Eddie's hand!', but I don't think so. 😅 I dunno what it is, but it doesn't quite seem flower like to me...🤔)

This Ko-Fi post (again, please support Clown if you have the means!) was posted around Easter this year and had a bunny/Easter theme.  Clown says "What is there to say though... Well! We know what the next holiday is in our Home Sweet Home, I'd say."  A huge theme of Easter/Spring are Rebirth and Resurrection.

As this post by serene-hatterene so beautifully details, Frank may feel pressured to kiss Julie to wake her up to prove his heteronormativity.  Maybe to further protect Eddie, too, to prove they aren't a thing.  Seems like Julie's family may show up this update, too, and we know family can cause a lot of pressure for couples during holidays. 😬

My last item isn't that strong, but I have been thinking of since the July '23 update.  In Eddie's Big Lift, Frank says the following line:

Source: Transcript Page, Eddie's Big Lift

The tense of "You always did work too hard" always bothered me.  Why doesn't Frank just say, "You always work too hard!"  And Eddie doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. Frank sounds almost wistful here.  It's like he's talking about his ex—a former version of Eddie, pre-dismantling, perhaps?

(Also, 'Enjoy the ground, Mr. Dear'? Dude, if this theory is right, that line is even more screwed up than it already was. 😳)

Here is my order of how I feel these events actually happened:

Secret Bug Audios (Eddie and Frank flirting) -> 1st Halloween Audio (Eddie still seems like his chipper, knowledgeable self) -> Homewarming -> Springtime (and Eddie's Resurrection)? -> Eddie's Big Lift

Not quite sure where this last Halloween update lands, but I feel like it's later.  Eddie seems ignorant of the potential adverse effects The Brickening (TM) could have on Poppy.  I feel like he's been more sensitive to Poppy and others in the past (but maybe I'm wrong, I'm biased towards him, heh).  Perhaps after his Reconstruction, his memory has now been reset, and he has "fallen into line" with the other Neighbors and their weird, pile-onto-one-person ways.

Anyway, what do you all think? 😬😬 I do hope I'm wrong, since Frank is my favorite, and this would make me feel very differently about him. 😬😬😬 Please tell me your own WH theories, too! I find them so interesting!

[deliciousangelfestival]

Unexpected Trip

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some people think you're too good for Bucky, who they see as just a nobody. Little do they know the backstory of both of you from 5 years ago.

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!" The cheery chorus filled the sunny garden as friends and neighbors gathered around. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the table was adorned with a colorful array of treats.

Your son, Tommy, was wide-eyed with wonder at the commotion, his little hands clapping together with glee.

You knew he was too young to remember this day, but the joy on his face was enough to make every moment worthwhile.

Bucky, your husband, stood beside you, a proud smile on his face as he watched Tommy's excitement. "Can you believe he's already three?" you said, leaning over to Bucky, who nodded, his eyes never leaving Tommy.

"I know, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Time really does fly."

As Tommy blew out the candles on his cake, the guests cheered, and Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm so glad we decided to have this party," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Even if he won't remember it, we will."

You smiled, feeling grateful for this moment of togetherness. "Me too," you said, watching Tommy's delighted face. "Here's to many more birthdays filled with love and laughter."

As you, Bucky, and Tommy were lost in your own world of celebration, the neighbors, known gossips of the neighborhood, couldn't resist whispering among themselves.

"I heard she got promoted to become the Director," murmured Mrs. Jenkins, a woman known for her keen interest in everyone's business, her eyes darting over to where you and Bucky stood.

Mrs. Thompson, a perpetually nosy neighbor, chimed in eagerly, "Wow, I knew she's a career woman since the first time I met her." Her voice carried a tone of admiration mixed with a hint of envy.

Standing nearby, Mr. Wilson, a retired gentleman with a penchant for spreading juicy tidbits, leaned in conspiratorially. "And she has a perfect house-husband," he added with a knowing nod in Bucky's direction.

The fourth neighbor, Mrs. Patel, a woman with a sharp tongue and a love for scandal, couldn't resist joining the conversation. "I don't want to sound rude, but she's too good for Bucky. He's just a nobody," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Mrs. Jenkins leaned closer, her eyes widening with exaggerated shock. "And guess what?" she whispered, drawing the others in.

"What?" Mrs. Thompson asked eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

"I heard a rumor that Bucky used to be a driver, like a courier," Mrs. Jenkins revealed,l.

Mrs. Patel gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest. "Omg! And he met Y/N? He hit the jackpot!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as if she had just uncovered a scandalous secret.

Mr. Wilson chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I think in Bucky's previous life he saved a universe," he joked, adding to the whimsical nature of the gossip.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky remained oblivious to the whispers behind you, too engrossed in Tommy's joyous laughter as he played with his friends. Bucky had his arm around you, pulling you closer, unaware of the drama unfolding in the background.

Little did the gossiping neighbors know, they were 10% right, at least when it came to the part about Bucky saving someone.

You see, Bucky wasn't just a nobody. He wasn't just a regular driver. To be precise, it all goes back to five years ago.

5 Years Ago

You had just arrived in Russia, alone and shivering from the cold. This wasn't a holiday trip; it was for business.

Unfortunately, your luck had run out, and you were the chosen one sent by your less-than-friendly manager, who knew the bid was a long shot. You were the scapegoat.

It wasn't until you were on the plane, reading the documents, that the truth hit you like a ton of bricks.

Shaking with cold, you reached for your phone and dialed your colleague. "Is there someone to pick me up at the airport?"

"You've arrived? I almost forgot. I suppose someone should be waiting for you. Check to see if there's a sign with your name at the exit gate," came the reply before the call abruptly ended.

"Huh?" You couldn't believe it. The company had tossed you out like yesterday's news, leaving you stranded like a lost child in a foreign country.

"I swear, if I had a lot of money, I'd buy the company's shares and fire every single one of them," you grumbled to yourself, dragging your small suitcase behind you toward the exit gate, uncertain of what awaited you.

As you approached, you spotted a person holding a sign. You gathered your resolve and approached them, saying, "Hi, it's me."

You finally took a good look at the person holding your name sign. He was pretty tall and muscular for a driver, more suited to be a bodyguard.

With a swift motion, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby trash can. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, you couldn't help but think, "Damn, he's fine."

He pointed towards your suitcase. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Huh? Oh yeah," you replied, momentarily distracted by his good looks.

"Follow me," he said simply, then turned and walked ahead.

You hurried to catch up, feeling a mixture of confusion and intrigue. This wasn't the welcome you expected, but you followed him nonetheless.

After a quick walk, the two of you stopped in front of a black BMW. The design of the car felt straight out of the '90s.

"Get in," Bucky said, opening the backseat door.

You complied, noticing that your driver seemed to be a man of few words. "Um, what's your name?" you asked as you fastened your seatbelt.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes," he replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he started the car.

Then, glancing at the rearview mirror, he added, "Always watch your back."

"What? What do you mean?" you asked, a hint of unease creeping into your voice.

Bucky shifted gears and increased the speed. "Just in case," he said cryptically, his focus on the road ahead.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of mystery surrounding Bucky. As the car smoothly glided through the streets of Russia, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of business you had genuinely stepped into.

Bucky glanced at you through the rearview mirror as the car continued its swift journey through the city. "You came here without knowing anything?" he asked, his voice serious.

"I knew that other countries also put a bid on this project," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

"True," Bucky acknowledged. "Do you know what kind of representatives the other countries sent here too?"

Your voice turned into a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Not like me?"

Bucky's eyes flicked to the side mirror, noticing a few cars trailing behind them. " And they've arrived too," he confirmed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.

Feeling a surge of panic, you turned around to look out the rear window. "Oh, shit," you muttered under your breath.

There was a group of cars following behind you both, and their windows opened. Someone appeared with a gun pointed at your car.

Bucky shifted gears again, the car picking up speed. "Don't bite your tongue, Miss Y/N," he said calmly, his focus unwavering on the road ahead.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you realized the gravity of the situation. The cars following them meant trouble; you were right in the middle. Gripping the door handle tightly, you braced for whatever was to come, grateful that Bucky knew what he was doing.

The chase was like something out of a movie, but the fear gripping your heart was all too real. The car Bucky drove was bulletproof, a small comfort in the chaos unfolding around you.

"KYAAA!"

Yet, despite the safety of the car, you couldn't shake off the primal fear that clawed at your chest. This was the first time you had ever found yourself in such a dangerous situation, and the adrenaline surged through your veins.

"Oh god, oh god," you muttered, your voice filled with panic as you clutched onto the door handle, your knuckles turning white.

Bucky, on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm. His hands moved expertly over the steering wheel, navigating through the narrow streets with precision. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside.

You could hear the sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheting off the car's armored exterior. The world outside seemed to blur as Bucky weaved in and out of traffic, the pursuing cars hot on your tail.

"What do we do? What do we do?" you pleaded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trust me," he said cryptically, before reaching for a button on the dashboard.

With a click, the back of the car transformed. Panels shifted, revealing an array of weapons hidden within. Your eyes widened in disbelief as a gun turret emerged from the rear of the car, whirring to life.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, both terrified and amazed at the same time.

Bucky didn't hesitate. He maneuvered the car expertly, aligning the gun turret with the pursuing vehicles. With a press of a button, the turret unleashed a barrage of bullets, hitting the cars behind you with precision.

The sound of metal tearing and tires screeching filled the air as the pursuing vehicles swerved and crashed, their drivers no match for the firepower of Bucky's car.

You watched in awe and horror as the scene unfolded behind you, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe this," you whispered, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Bucky remained focused, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Welcome to the world of high-stakes business, Miss Y/N," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos around you.

As you both sped away from the gunfire, the intensity of the moment left you breathless. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you wonder how Bucky could remain so calm, and how his car seemed to be designed for situations like this.

"Bucky, are you really just a driver?" you asked, your voice filled with astonishment and curiosity.

Bucky, focused on the road ahead, replied without missing a beat. "Most of the time I work as a getaway driver."

"What?!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I have a few skills up my sleeve," he said cryptically, his eyes returning to the road as he expertly navigated the streets.

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after the intense chase. "Huff... huff... I have to win this damn bid. I almost lost my life. If I win, I will demand a promotion, and for you too, Bucky."

Bucky chuckled. "Thank you," he replied, his laughter mixing with relief as the moment's tension dissipated

Bucky glanced at you, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "You know, Miss Y/N, I'm impressed," he said, his voice tinged with respect.

You looked at him, surprised by his words. "Impressed? Why?"

"Because even though you were scared out of your mind back there," Bucky explained, gesturing vaguely to the chaos that had just unfolded, "you still have the drive to win this bid. That takes courage."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, touched by his words. "Well, I don't want to go through all of this for nothing," you replied, a hint of determination in your voice.

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. And I believe you have what it takes to succeed."

As the car continued on its journey, you felt a newfound sense of confidence swelling within you. Despite the danger and the unexpected twists, you were determined to make this business trip count. With Bucky by your side, you felt like you could take on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, Bucky," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

He smiled, a reassuring presence beside you. "Anytime, Miss Y/N. We make a good team."

And at that moment, as the city lights blurred past the windows of the car, you knew that this business trip would be far more than just a bid. It would be an adventure, with Bucky as your unexpected ally.

🚗

After you won the bid, you demanded a meeting with the CEO and threatened to sue the company if you weren't promoted.

Asserting your worth, you stood firm, and the CEO eventually relented, granting you the promotion you rightfully deserved.

As you stood in the office, your evil manager and colleague before you, the air was charged with tension. They both wore expressions of surprise and disbelief, clearly caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness.

"Good afternoon," you began, your voice steady and firm. "I requested this meeting to inform you both that your employment with this company is terminated, effective immediately."

The evil manager scoffed, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "You can't do that. You're just a new employee."

You met his gaze, unwavering. "Actually, as of today, I've been promoted to a position where I have the authority to make such decisions."

The lazy colleague chimed in, who answered your call at the airport. Her voice laced with disdain. "This is ridiculous. You're letting power go to your head."

You shook your head, a steely resolve in your eyes. "No, this is about accountability and integrity. Both of you have demonstrated a lack of professionalism and ethics that is unacceptable in this company. And you make me go alone knowing that the trips was a high risk."

The evil manager tried to argue, but you held up a hand to silence him. "There's no need for further discussion. Your actions have consequences, and now you're facing them."

With that, you handed them their termination letters, each neatly printed with the company seal. The evil manager's face turned red with anger, while the evil colleague's eyes widened in shock.

"This is unfair!" the evil manager shouted, his voice filled with outrage.

You remained calm, unfazed by his outburst. "It's the consequences of your own actions," you replied firmly.

Othrr colleague tried to plead for another chance, but you stood your ground. "I'm sorry, but this is non-negotiable," you said, your tone resolute.

As they gathered their things and left the office, the weight of their absence felt like a burden lifted from their shoulders. You watched them go, feeling a sense of relief and empowerment.

🚗

One day, the memories of Russia tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself longing to return, this time for a personal visit to see Bucky. With determination, you booked a flight and arrived at his apartment.

Bucky greeted you warmly, a smile spreading across his face. "Miss Y/N," he said with genuine happiness.

"Bucky," you replied, matching his smile. "I couldn't resist coming back to see you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. "I wanted to thank you," you began, gratitude filling your voice. "For everything. You were there for me in Russia, and I couldn't have done it without you."

Bucky's expression softened, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "It was my pleasure. You showed courage and determination. I was just glad to be a part of it."

"I wanted to ask," you continued, gathering your courage, "if you would consider coming with me. With my promotion, I have the opportunity to lead new projects, and I can think of no one better to have by my side."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your offer. After a moment of contemplation, a smile slowly spread across his face. "I would be honored," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I believe we make a good team."

Bucky smiled warmly, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he grabbed his car keys and jacket. "To celebrate, let me pay for tonight's dinner. My treat," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but feel gratitude and happiness at his offer. "That sounds wonderful." you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

That's how the love story between you and Bucky started.

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⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of obsession, stalking, kidnapping, non-consensual sexual situations, psychological manipulation, physical violence, and dubious consent. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please do not read if these topics may be triggering or distressing.

It was the kind of town where dust clung to your ankles and everybody knew your business before you did. Quiet, sun-bleached, always humming with cicadas and the low growl of trucks. Y/N didn’t plan to stay long. Just long enough to settle her late aunt’s affairs and figure out where the hell she was supposed to go next.

But the old truck had other ideas.

It gave out on a backroad just shy of town—shuddered, hissed, and died in the heat like a wounded animal. She coaxed it down the road in neutral, heart in her throat, until she spotted the garage: Walker’s Auto, paint peeling off the sign, metal doors thrown open to let the heat spill in.

Inside, a man was working on a car that looked older than sin but ran like it was sacred. He had his back to her, bent over the open hood—broad shoulders glinting with sweat, tan skin streaked with oil and grease. Shirt tied around his waist, black tank top hugging every line of his muscled frame. He looked like he belonged to the heat—mean and golden, all hard edges and rough hands.

She stepped closer, heart thudding.

“Excuse me?” she said softly.

He didn’t look up.

“Closed.”

“I—I know. I’m sorry. But my truck just died and I—”

“I said we’re closed.” He straightened finally, tossing a wrench into a tray. His eyes met hers—and she felt like she’d been struck. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, days-old scruff, and a mouth that looked like it only ever smirked or scowled.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” she said, quietly, trying not to flinch. “Everything else is shut down.”

He stared at her for a long beat. Then looked past her at the steaming mess of her truck outside. He huffed a sigh, muttering something under his breath.

“Jesus. Fine. Pop the hood before it melts into the damn asphalt.”

She blinked. “Really?”

“Don’t make me change my mind, sweetheart.”

And that was how she met Cal Walker—grumpy, grease-stained, absolutely carved out of stone. He barely spoke to her while he worked, just grunted and cursed under his breath, sweat dripping down his temples.

But she saw it—the way he glanced at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The way his jaw clenched when she smiled at him.

He got the truck running, barely. Told her she’d need to come back. Told her not to drive it more than five miles or she’d blow it to hell.

Then he walked back into the garage without another word.

She brought him a pie the next day. Just to say thank you.

And that’s when it started.

The town was called Cedar Rock, but there weren’t many trees. Just dry hills, winding roads, and one main street lined with fading brick buildings that looked like they hadn’t changed since the 1950s. A diner. A barber shop. A bait-and-tackle store no one really needed anymore. And of course, Walker’s Auto—right on the edge of town like it was daring anyone to bother it.

Y/N had only ever been there once before, years ago. Her aunt Miriam had moved there for “peace and quiet” after a messy divorce, dragging her younger sister with her. Y/N remembered visiting in the summers, always itching to leave by day three. Too hot. Too slow. Too many eyes.

Now she was back for the worst reason—Miriam had passed suddenly. No warning. No goodbye. She’d left behind a modest home at the edge of town, a mountain of books, some old records, and a town full of people who acted like they’d known Y/N her whole life.

They didn’t.

But that didn’t stop them from butting in.

There was Mrs. Callahan, the nosy neighbor who brought over dry cookies and even drier gossip.

“So sorry about Miriam, honey. But between you and me, she was never quite right after that man left her. Maybe it’s good you’re here now. You can clean things up.”

And Rhett, the flirty cashier at the general store, who asked if she needed “a strong pair of hands” to help move furniture. His breath smelled like chewing tobacco and desperation.

Everywhere she went, people smiled too wide, asked too many questions, and called her “sweetheart” like it was her name.

“You stickin’ around?”

“What do you do again?”

“You seeing anyone?”

She lied. Often.

Y/N wasn’t planning to stay. She worked remotely as a digital illustrator—did book covers and concept art for indie authors. It paid the bills, gave her freedom. She could work from anywhere… but God, she missed the noise of the city. The coffee shops. The trains. The strangers who didn’t look at her like they already knew who she was.

Her sister, Ava, was supposed to arrive the next day. Loud, sharp-tongued, city to the core. Y/N was counting the hours. Until then, she stayed low, tried to keep to herself.

But the truck was acting up again.

So back she went to Walker’s Auto, fingers crossed, jaw tight.

This time, Cal was sitting outside the garage in a folding chair, smoking a cigarette like it owed him money. Boots planted wide, tank top soaked with sweat. He saw her pulling up and didn’t move. Just watched.

She parked. Stepped out.

“It’s doing that thing again.”

“No shit,” he said, flicking ash to the ground. “I told you not to drive it.”

“I had to pick up a delivery from the post office. It’s kind of important.”

He stood. Slowly. Walked over, looking her up and down like he was checking for damage.

“That pie you brought yesterday,” he said, squinting at her. “Was it supposed to taste like soap or was that a mistake?”

Her mouth dropped open. “What?!”

His mouth twitched. Almost a smile.

“I’m kidding. It was good. Real good.”

She blinked, caught between offense and shock. “You’re an ass.”

“Yeah,” he said, opening the hood. “I’ve been told.”

He’s under the hood again, hands deep in her engine, grumbling like he’s arguing with it. Y/N leans against the fender, arms crossed, trying not to stare too long at the way his back flexes every time he moves.

“So what now?” she asks after a beat. “You fixing it, or giving it last rites?”

Cal pulls his head out from under the hood, wiping his hands on a rag. “Needs a part I don’t have in stock. Gotta order it. You’ll be outta wheels for a couple days, maybe more.”

She sighs. “Of course.”

He eyes her. Then, after a long pause, says, “You got places you need to be?”

“…Why?”

“I can drive you.”

She blinks. “You don’t even know my name.”

“Didn’t stop me from eating your pie,” he shoots back, that same flicker of a grin threatening the corner of his mouth.

“…Y/N,” she finally says, slowly. “Y/N L/N.”

He nods once. “Cal Walker.”

A handshake might be too formal, too stiff for the heat between them. But he pulls out a phone, taps it once, then holds it out. “Put your number in. I’ll text when the part gets here. And if you need a ride—”

“I’ll owe you,” she finishes, narrowing her eyes a little.

“Damn right you will.”

But there’s no menace in it. Just something… curious. Interested. Like he’s trying to figure out what kind of storm just blew into his shop.

She hesitates, then takes the phone and types her number in. A moment later, hers vibrates with a text: “Cal – grumpy mechanic, don’t block me.”

She smirks, despite herself. “Grumpy is an understatement.”

“You city girls always this mouthy?”

“Only when we’re right.”

He watches her, the smile ghosting again across his face. “You said city—where from?”

“Chicago.”

He whistles low. “Your aunt ever tell you she made the best damn cornbread in this state?”

Y/N pauses. “You knew her?”

Cal nods, leaning against the truck beside her. “Yeah. Miriam was a hell of a woman. Smart. Tough. Didn’t take shit from anybody. She helped me out when I first started this place.” A pause. “Sorry she’s gone.”

The air softens between them.

“…Thanks,” Y/N says quietly.

He nods once more, eyes back on the engine like he’s hiding from something.

Two days later,

A blue car kicks up dust in the driveway. Y/N’s on the porch in cutoffs and a loose tee, hair up, sketchbook balanced on her knees.

Ava steps out of the car like she’s arriving for a magazine shoot—sunglasses, iced coffee, and attitude.

“Jesus Christ,” she says, shielding her eyes. “It’s hotter than Satan’s ass.”

Y/N laughs and runs down to hug her. Ava hugs back, then pulls away to eye her up and down.

“You look like a local. What the hell happened to you?”

Y/N grins. “I met a mechanic.”

Ava pauses, takes off her glasses. “You slept with a mechanic?”

“No!”

“…Yet.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but her cheeks warm.

Ava arches a brow. “What, is he hot or something?”

Y/N tries not to smile. “He’s—he’s rude. And weird. But yeah. He’s also built like sin and has forearms that could bench press a car.”

Ava whistles low. “And here I thought this was gonna be boring.”

Y/N laughs. “Oh, it’s still boring. But it’s getting…interesting.”

The next afternoon.

It’s early evening when Cal pulls up to the house in a beat-up black pickup that growls more than it drives. He doesn’t text first. Doesn’t call. Just shows up like he owns the dirt under his tires.

Y/N’s on the porch with Ava, drinking lemonade and sketching. Ava’s wearing sunglasses and a smirk, scrolling on her phone.

The truck crunches to a stop. The engine shuts off.

Y/N’s heart skips. “That’s him.”

Ava lowers her glasses, eyes narrowing as she watches him climb out—tight jeans, oil-stained shirt, rolled sleeves, sun-kissed skin, and those arms. He looks like trouble in human form. And he’s walking toward them with that slow, heavy step that says he’s not used to being interrupted.

“You weren’t kidding,” Ava murmurs. “He looks like a one-man demolition team.”

Cal stops at the foot of the porch, eyes flicking between them. “Truck’s ready,” he says simply. Then nods to Ava. “You the sister?”

Ava flashes a practiced smile. “That’s me. Ava. And you’re the mechanic with the bad attitude?”

Cal lifts a brow. “Guess I am.”

Y/N gives her a look. “Ava…”

“What? I’m just being friendly.”

Cal’s eyes stay on Ava for a second longer—measuring, unamused—but then they shift back to Y/N, and something softens. “Brought the keys,” he says, holding them out. “Did a little more than I said I would.”

“Oh?” Y/N asks, standing to take them.

“Figured if you’re gonna be stuck here, you should at least be able to leave when you want.”

Ava raises a brow. “Romantic. In a caveman kind of way.”

Cal doesn’t look at her. His eyes stay locked on Y/N. “I’ll swing by next week, make sure it’s still running smooth. And your brakes—don’t trust ‘em just yet.”

Y/N nods. “Thanks. Really.”

For a second, the air gets heavier—like something wants to be said but neither of them says it.

Ava fans herself. “This is cute. You two got a whole Jane Austen-in-a-garage thing going on.”

Cal finally glances at her again. “You always talk this much?”

“Only when I’m bored.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“I don’t do entertainment,” Cal says coolly, turning back to the truck.

“Oh, honey,” Ava calls after him, “I wasn’t talking about you.”

The driver’s door slams. The engine roars to life. But before he pulls away, he gives Y/N one last look through the open window—something unreadable in his eyes.

Then he’s gone, dust rising behind his wheels.

Y/N lets out a breath. Ava sips her lemonade, looking smug.

“God, I love watching men squirm.”

“You’re going to scare him off,” Y/N mutters, cheeks warm.

Ava grins. “If that man gets scared, I’ll buy a church hat and call myself polite.”

The days pass slow. Hot sun. Lazy fans. The house creaks like it remembers more than it should.

Y/N and Ava spend their afternoons sorting through their aunt’s things—dusty records, yellowed books, notes scribbled in the margins of cookbooks. Every drawer holds something sentimental or strange. Miriam had been a little witchy, a little wild. She wrote letters she never sent. Kept love poems in a tin under her bed.

The girls laugh, cry, and argue through it all. But there’s an ache under the surface—waiting for the lawyer’s call to read the will. Waiting to know what their aunt really left behind.

And everywhere they go, the town has something to say.

At the diner, waitresses whisper when the girls walk in. At the gas station, old men tip their hats too slow. At the general store, Rhett smirks when he says, “Heard you’ve been spending time at Walker’s. He’s not the friendly type, y’know.”

Y/N ignores most of it, but Ava eats it up. She teases Y/N constantly.

“You’re a hot topic now,” she says one afternoon, tossing another stack of papers into a donation box. “The city girl who came back with legs, lips, and an oil-stained guardian angel.”

Y/N throws a sock at her.

Then the invitation comes.

The Cedar Rock Summer Social. A town dance held in the square, string lights, barbecue, live music, cold beer.

“Your aunt went every year,” Mrs. Callahan chirps when she drops off another pie. “She was always the best dancer. Real heartbreaker in her day.”

Ava’s already pulling up outfit ideas on her phone. “We’re going,” she says firmly. “You need to wear something soft and accidental. Like you just rolled out of a dream.”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” Y/N lies.

Ava smirks. “You already are.”

That night, the square glows like magic.

Y/N wears a simple sundress—dusty blue, soft and fluttery at the edges. Her hair’s pinned half-up. Lip gloss catching the light. She feels nervous for reasons she refuses to name.

Ava looks like she walked off a runway—red dress, cowboy boots, daring grin.

They walk through the crowd, greeted by too many hellos, and then—

Y/N sees him.

Cal.

In a clean, fitted button-down. Dark jeans. Boots polished. Beard trimmed just enough. Still rough around the edges, but God, he cleans up good. Like someone took all that smolder and gave it shine.

He doesn’t see her at first—he’s leaning against a light post, watching the music quietly, sipping from a cold beer. But when he does see her—his eyes track her like he’s bracing for impact.

And he doesn’t look away.

Y/N’s stomach flips.

Ava leans in and murmurs, “You’re welcome.”

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. Yet.”

Later, when the band kicks into a slow, swaying rhythm, Ava nudges Y/N toward Cal.

“I’m not doing that.”

“Oh yes, you are. Either you walk over there, or I will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I will. And I’ll ask him to dance myself, in that low sexy voice that always works.”

Y/N glares, red creeping up her neck. But Ava’s already pushing her forward.

She stumbles a little, stops a few feet from him. Cal’s brow raises slightly.

“You look different,” he says.

“So do you,” she fires back. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the grease and attitude.”

His mouth twitches. “Still got the attitude. Just left it in the truck.”

The music swells. People are dancing. The moment hovers.

Y/N hesitates, then blurts, “Do you… wanna dance?”

A beat.

Then, slowly, Cal sets his drink aside. Takes a step closer.

“I don’t really dance,” he murmurs.

She starts to nod, backing off—“It’s okay—”

But then he reaches for her hand.

“Didn’t say I wouldn’t try.”

When he touches her, it’s not like anything she expected. His hand is warm, rough, but his grip is gentle. Protective. They sway under the lights, surrounded by murmurs and soft fiddles.

And somewhere between his arm around her waist and the sound of his breath near her ear— Y/N realizes she’s in trouble.

Because her heart is beating too fast. Because she doesn’t want to pull away. Because Cal Walker smells like smoke and cedar and something else she could get addicted to.

And when their eyes meet—his gaze steady, unreadable—

She realizes she might not just like him.

She might really like him.

The song is slow. Soft. The kind of old tune you only hear at small-town dances or on your grandparents’ radio. The crowd sways, some couples close and lazy, others just barely moving.

Y/N’s heart pounds in her chest, her free hand lightly resting on Cal’s shoulder—but it’s his hand on her waist that does her in. It’s firm. Possessive. Like he wants to pull her closer, but he’s holding back.

And their hands—God—he didn’t just take her hand politely like a gentleman. He intertwined their fingers. Like it meant something. Like he wasn’t planning to let go.

His thumb brushes the side of her hand in slow, unconscious strokes, sending heat racing up her arm.

“You’re not from around here,” he says, voice low. “That obvious?”

“You stick out,” he murmurs, eyes dropping to her mouth, then back up. “Not in a bad way.”

She swallows. “You… been here your whole life?”

“Most of it,” he says. “Left for a while. Came back. This town’s a pain in the ass, but it’s mine.”

A moment passes. The music hums on. His gaze stays locked to hers.

Then he says, “How old are you?”

The question catches her off guard. “What?”

“Your age,” he repeats, not letting her go. “You look young. Not a kid. But young.”

She hesitates. “Twenty-five.”

He’s quiet for a second. “Yeah. That tracks.”

“What about you?”

He smirks. “Older.”

“Cryptic.”

“Thirty-four.”

Y/N raises a brow. “That’s not bad.”

“You were expecting worse?”

“I don’t know. You give off serious grumpy-old-man energy.”

That pulls a low chuckle from his chest. It’s the first time she’s heard him laugh like that—real, unguarded. It does things to her.

Then his voice drops, a little rougher.

“You got a boyfriend back in the city?”

She blinks. “No. Why?”

“No reason,” he says, eyes dipping again, thumb still stroking her fingers. “Just wondered what kind of idiot would let someone like you go.”

The words hit like a punch wrapped in silk. Warm. Intimate. Dangerous.

She doesn’t know what to say. Can’t look away from him.

“You ask all the girls you dance with questions like that?” she tries to joke, her voice a little shakier than she wants it to be.

“I don’t dance with girls,” he says. “Just you.”

The space between them gets smaller. His hand slides just a little lower on her waist. Not indecent—but just enough to make her breath catch. Just enough to make her feel it.

“You cold?” he asks, voice like smoke.

“No,” she whispers.

“Good.”

Because he’s not planning to let go yet.

The song winds down, soft chords fading into the clatter of applause and laughter. Couples begin to drift apart, breaking to get drinks, cool off, or sneak kisses behind food trucks.

Y/N steps back, just a little. “Thanks for the dance,” she says, voice quiet, a little breathless.

But Cal doesn’t let go right away.

His hand lingers on her waist, rough palm warm through the thin fabric of her dress. His other hand still holds hers, fingers still locked, and when he leans in—just a little—he brushes his lips against her cheek.

Not too close to the mouth. Not too far either.

Just dangerously in-between.

“Anytime,” he murmurs. And then he lets go.

The absence of him is immediate.

Y/N turns just in time to see Ava materialize, practically buzzing. She shoves a plastic cup into Y/N’s hand. Something cold and fruity.

“I could see the heat from across the square,” Ava grins. “You were practically glowing.”

“It was just a dance,” Y/N mutters, cheeks burning.

“Mmhmm. And I’m just your sister,” Ava says, sipping from her own drink. “You gonna pretend you didn’t like that?”

Y/N doesn’t answer. She just takes a long sip. Her lips still feel warm.

Then someone else approaches.

He’s cute in that polished, local, “still lives with his mom but has a good smile” kind of way. Button-up shirt. Fresh haircut. Hands in his pockets like he’s trying to play cool.

“Hey,” he says, looking straight at Y/N. “You wanna dance?”

Y/N blinks. She wasn’t expecting that. She opens her mouth to say no, gently, politely—

And then her eyes flick toward Cal.

He’s across the square again, leaning against a post, beer in hand. His head is turned toward a friend who’s talking to him—but his eyes?

Locked on her.

There’s no smirk. No playfulness. Just that deep, unreadable stare. His eyes say: I dare you.

And suddenly Y/N’s heart is in her throat.

It would be so easy to say no.

But then Ava nudges her hard in the side. “Go,” she whispers. “Don’t be weird. He’s cute.”

“I don’t—”

“Y/N. It’s one dance. Move your feet, Juliet.”

Y/N gives one last glance to Cal. Still watching. Still unreadable.

So she forces a smile, nods at the new guy, and lets him lead her back to the dance floor.

His hand is light on her back. He talks a lot. His cologne is too strong. His rhythm’s a little awkward. But none of that registers.

Because the whole time, she’s looking for Cal.

And when she finds him again, leaning back now, one boot crossed over the other, beer to his lips—he’s not smiling.

There’s a shadow in his expression now. A chill behind those hot dark eyes. Something possessive.

Something that says: You think I won’t take you back the second I want to?

And Y/N?

She feels it. All the way down.

The song drags on, too slow for how stiff the guy’s hands feel. Y/N shifts, trying to stay polite, but she’s hyper-aware—of his grip inching lower, of how he leans in a little too close to talk over the music.

And she can feel it.

Cal’s eyes. Somewhere behind her. Watching.

The guy chuckles nervously. “You uh… you new in town or just visiting?”

“Just here for my aunt,” she says softly, trying to shift her body without making it obvious. “She passed recently.”

“Oh. Damn. Sorry. That’s rough…”

His voice trails off because suddenly—Cal is there.

Standing just behind her dance partner. Silent. Still. And too close.

The guy turns mid-sentence, and freezes.

Cal’s not saying a word. He’s not even frowning. His expression is neutral—casual, even. But the energy is suffocating. He’s taller. Broader. And he’s looking at the guy like he already knows where to bury the body.

“Everything good?” Cal asks, voice calm. Smooth.

The guy swallows. “Y-Yeah. I was just—uh—just saying hi.”

Cal tilts his head. “That so?”

Y/N can feel the tension bleeding into her skin. It’s quiet, but deadly. Her partner takes a step back.

Then, as he’s turning to walk away, Cal does something only she sees:

A hand—flat, fast—pressed hard against the guy’s lower back. Not friendly. Not visible to the crowd. But the guy stumbles a little as he walks away, eyes wide. He doesn’t look back.

Y/N just stares.

Cal turns to her like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just threaten someone with a touch.

“You looked uncomfortable,” he says. No apology in it.

“I was fine.”

He raises a brow. “No. You weren’t.”

Before she can say anything else, Ava reappears—laughing too loud, flushed from dancing, holding a cup in each hand.

“Ohhh my God,” she slurs lightly. “Y/N, this DJ is playing Backstreet Boys. Get your ass over there, we’re time-traveling.”

She hands her a drink, clearly her second or third. Maybe fourth.

Y/N pulls it away. “Are you kidding me? I drove.”

“Pfft, so? I’ll crash at the house. You can stay for a bit—loosen up.”

“You’ve had way too much—”

“I’m fiiiiiine,” Ava purrs, then promptly disappears into the crowd again, drink sloshing.

Y/N stands there, tense, annoyed, her hand still holding a sweating plastic cup she didn’t ask for.

Then Cal leans in.

“Come on. Let me take you home.”

She looks at him. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to.” His tone dips lower. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself tonight. Especially not with her like that.”

Y/N glances around—people laughing, drinking, dancing like they’ve got nowhere to be. She could stay. Could walk home. But her body’s already leaning toward him.

“Okay,” she says, voice quiet.

He doesn’t smile. Just nods once. Leads her to the truck.

Only… he doesn’t take her to her aunt’s house.

They pull out of town, passing familiar turns. Y/N watches the road, confused.

“This isn’t the way back,” she says.

“Nope.”

She tenses. “Where are we going?”

“My place,” he says, casually. “Closer. Safer.”

She turns to him. “You could’ve told me that.”

“I figured if you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t’ve gotten in the truck.”

And the worst part is—he’s right

The truck rumbles to a stop outside a modest, one-story house set back from the road. Wood-paneled, metal roof, gravel driveway. A garage off to the side, lights off now. Everything is quiet, too quiet—except for the buzz of crickets and the hum of electricity in the air.

Y/N steps out and follows Cal up the porch steps, her shoes crunching against the old wood. He unlocks the door with a heavy keyring, pushing it open without ceremony.

“Come in,” he says over his shoulder, already walking in like she belongs there.

She steps inside slowly. The air smells like cedar, motor oil, something masculine and woodsy. Not dirty—but lived in. The living room is all worn leather, flannel throws, a couple old records scattered near a player. Tools on the counter. A knife on the coffee table.

Y/N slips off her shoes at the door, barefoot against cool wood floors. She tucks her arms around herself.

It feels too quiet. Too intimate.

But Cal?

Cool as ice.

He tosses his keys into a bowl, heads into the kitchen like this is routine. Opens the fridge. “Want a beer?”

She hesitates. “…Sure.”

He tosses her one underhanded. She barely catches it.

He leans back against the counter, popping his own open. She cracks hers with a soft hiss and takes a small sip. Cold. Bitter.

“You always bring girls home this easy?” she asks, trying to mask her nerves.

He smirks. “You’re not easy.”

That shuts her up.

He watches her over the rim of his bottle. Eyes sharp. Curious.

“So,” he says slowly, “you ever been in love?”

The question punches the air out of her lungs.

She looks away. “What kind of question is that?”

“An honest one.”

“…Once. Maybe.”

He takes another drink. “You ever get your heart broken?”

She nods, slowly.

“Ever break someone else’s?”

“Probably,” she says. “But I didn’t mean to.”

He steps closer. Casual. Still holding his drink.

“You with anyone now?”

“No.”

He tilts his head. “How many people you been with?”

She bristles. “That’s private.”

“I know,” he says softly. “That’s why I’m asking.”

She exhales. “Three. That matter?”

His eyes flicker. Something dark. “No.”

A beat.

“…Fewer than me,” he admits. “But I haven’t touched anyone in a long time.”

She meets his eyes again. Something tight and breathless coils in her chest.

And then he’s closer. Inches.

He reaches up—slowly—and brushes a strand of hair from her face. His fingers trail down her jaw, calloused but gentle. Her breath hitches.

Their eyes lock.

Then his gaze drops—to her lips.

And he leans in.

The kiss is soft at first. Testing. Tasting. He’s careful. She’s frozen.

But then she exhales—and kisses him back. Her beer forgotten, she sets it down blindly on the counter, arms wrapping around his shoulders as if something inside her cracked open.

His hands slide down to her waist, grip tightening.

And in one smooth motion—he lifts her.

She gasps against his mouth, legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, arms around his neck. He walks, steady and sure, past the couch, down the short hall.

To the bedroom.

The door shuts behind them.

The door clicks shut behind him, soft but final. The room is dark except for a lamp in the corner, casting a golden glow across worn wood, thick sheets, and shadows dancing on the walls.

He doesn’t set her down.

He just presses her back against the door, their mouths crashing together again, hotter now. Less careful. His hands roam—strong, calloused palms dragging down her sides, gripping her thighs, squeezing her like he’s memorizing the shape of her.

Y/N whimpers when his teeth catch her bottom lip, tugging just enough to make her feel it. Her hips rock forward instinctively, and he groans against her mouth—low, rough, like he’s holding back something wild.

“Been thinkin’ about this,” he mutters against her neck, “since you walked into my garage in that damn sundress.”

His teeth find her throat—bite, not just a kiss—and she gasps, clinging tighter.

“You smell sweet,” he growls. “Soft little thing… I knew you’d melt in my hands.”

He walks them to the bed, tossing her down onto it like she weighs nothing. She hits the mattress with a soft gasp, hair spread around her like a halo—but her eyes? Glazed. Wanting. His.

Cal peels off his shirt, slow and deliberate, muscles rippling. She watches him like he’s carved from heat and sweat and sin.

Then he climbs over her, straddling her hips, fingers finding the hem of her dress.

“This pretty thing,” he murmurs, pushing it up inch by inch, “how wet are you in it right now, sweetheart?”

She squirms. Breathless. Embarrassed. Turned on.

His palm slides between her thighs—and when he presses his fingers to her panties, he growls low in his throat.

“Fuck. You’re soaked.”

Y/N whines as he rubs slow, steady circles over the fabric—teasing, never enough. His other hand slides under the dress, up her belly, to her bra.

“Can I mark you?” he asks, voice dark velvet. “Can I make you mine?”

She nods—barely a breath.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

He leans down—mouth hot on her collarbone, then her shoulder—then her breast. He bites. Sucks. Leaves a dark mark just above the lace edge. And another. And another.

She’s panting now, writhing beneath him.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growls against her skin. “No one else gets to touch you. Look at you. Think about you.”

His fingers slip beneath the soaked cotton of her panties—and she moans as he finally touches bare skin.

His fingers slide beneath her panties, slow and deliberate, until they find the slick heat between her thighs.

“Goddamn,” he growls, voice thick. “You’re dripping, baby.”

Y/N arches against him, mouth open, breath coming fast as his fingers stroke her—teasing, circling, dipping inside just to pull back out again. It’s maddening.

“Cal—” she gasps.

He cuts her off with another kiss—deep, hot, tongue sliding against hers while his thumb finds her clit and presses. She cries out into his mouth, and he grins against her lips.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “Let me hear it.”

He pulls her panties off with one strong tug, rips the bra from under her dress with barely a flick of his wrist. She’s laid bare beneath him—flushed, panting, legs spread—and he just watches her for a beat, eyes drinking her in like he’s memorizing every inch.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters.

Then he’s on her again—mouth everywhere. Kissing down her chest, biting her soft skin, leaving dark bruises on her breasts, her ribs, her thighs. She writhes beneath him, hands tangled in his hair, moaning his name like a prayer.

When he slides two thick fingers inside her, she gasps—hips lifting off the mattress.

“Cal—oh my God—”

“You’re gonna come for me first,” he says roughly. “I’m not even getting inside you until you fall apart on my hand.”

He curls his fingers just right, rubbing deep, his thumb rolling over her clit with perfect pressure.

It doesn’t take long.

Y/N shatters with a cry, her back arching, her thighs clamping around his wrist. He keeps going, slow and steady, dragging it out, watching her tremble beneath him.

When she finally sags back against the bed, boneless and whimpering, he leans down and licks her slick off his fingers.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he growls.

Then he strips the rest of the way—jeans, boxers—and she sees him.

Big. Thick. Hard. Veins running down his shaft like sin carved into flesh.

Her breath catches. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He smirks. “Not tonight.”

He spreads her legs again, crawling between them, lining himself up. He pauses—just a moment—pressing the tip of his cock against her soaked entrance.

“You sure?” he murmurs.

“Please,” she whispers.

He thrusts into her in one slow, thick push—and they both moan. Deep, guttural. She clutches at his shoulders, gasping as he stretches her wide, fills her completely.

“Jesus, you feel good,” he groans into her neck. “Tight little pussy—fuck.”

He starts to move. Deep, slow strokes at first. His hips grind against hers, dragging delicious friction over her clit. Her nails dig into his back. She’s already close again.

Cal gets rougher. His hand wraps under her knee, pushing it up toward her chest. He drives into her harder, deeper, his breath hot against her ear.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “Say it.”

“Yours,” she gasps.

He slams into her.

“Louder.”

“Yours, Cal—yours!”

That snaps something in him.

He fucks her like he’s claiming her—biting her shoulder, sucking marks into her throat, holding her down with one big hand against her belly while the other grips her throat just enough to make her feel it.

She comes again. Harder this time. Screaming his name.

He follows with a groan, hips stuttering, holding deep inside her as he spills hot and thick. His teeth sink into her collarbone as he rides out his orgasm, growling her name like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.

Morning.

The sun’s peeking through dusty blinds. Y/N stirs beneath heavy covers, skin sore, marked, and still humming from the night before.

She’s in his shirt—massive, soft, hanging off one shoulder. She stretches, her thighs aching deliciously.

Cal’s already up. Shirtless, jeans half-buttoned, tugging on boots by the door.

He looks back when he hears her move—and grins.

“Sleep alright, sunshine?” His voice is low, teasing—but there’s a glint of something darker behind it. Possession.

She sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Barely. You didn’t exactly let me rest.”

He chuckles. “You didn’t complain.”

She blushes and looks away. “Where’s my dress?”

He walks over, leans down, one hand cupping the back of her head as he kisses her—slow, lingering, deep. Like he’s reminding her who put her in his bed.

Then he pulls back, eyes locked on hers.

“I’m takin’ you home,” he says. “But don’t think for a second you’re done with me.”

Y/N’s aunt’s house. Late morning. The sun is way too bright for someone who got absolutely destroyed the night before. Y/N slips through the front door barefoot, wearing her wrinkled sundress and Cal’s flannel jacket thrown over her shoulders.

The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

She tries to creep past the living room, but Ava’s voice cuts through like a knife.

“Well, well, well,” Ava drawls from the couch, still in pajama shorts and an oversized tee, coffee mug in hand. “Look what the cat dragged home.”

Y/N groans. “Not now.”

“Oh no, we are absolutely doing this now.” Ava grins, propping her feet up. “Is that his flannel?”

Y/N glares. “I wasn’t gonna walk barefoot in my dress like a walk-of-shame fairytale character.”

“So you admit it was a walk of shame.”

She sighs, collapsing into the chair across from her. “Can you just—don’t make this worse.”

Ava sips her coffee with a sparkle in her eye. “Alright, alright, I’ll be chill… after one very important question.”

Y/N lifts a brow. “…What?”

Ava leans in, eyes wide, voice stage-whispers: “Please tell me you used a condom.”

Y/N covers her face with both hands. “Oh my God.”

A beat of silence.

Ava gasps. “Y/N.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You didn’t?!”

“He was—ugh, I don’t know, it just—happened!”

“Girl,” Ava groans, flopping back dramatically, “these small-town men are always raw-dogging. That’s why Mrs. Kellerman has seven kids and looks like she hasn’t slept since 1992.”

Y/N groans into her hands. “This is the worst day of my life.”

“Oh, it is not. You got absolutely ruined by a hot mechanic. You’re glowing. I’m just making sure you’re not glowing with twins.”

“I’m going to scream.”

Ava smirks, clearly living for it. “You should at least get brunch out of it. Maybe a ring.”

Y/N throws a cushion at her. Ava catches it like a pro.

“Okay, okay, I’m done… for now.”

They sit in silence for a moment. Then Y/N, still curled up in flannel, mutters, “…Wanna do dinner tonight?”

Ava’s head tilts. “You cooking, or are we being classy with gas station wine and frozen pizza?”

“I’ll cook,” Y/N says, “if you promise not to bring up the phrase ‘raw dog’ ever again.”

“No promises,” Ava says with a smirk, “but I will bring dessert.”

That evening, dinner at the house.

Y/N cooks something simple but good—pasta, garlic bread, salad, wine. Ava "helps" by dancing around the kitchen to 2000s pop and drinking more wine than she pours into the glasses.

The front door creaks open. Y/N looks up—heart skipping—just in time to see Cal step inside. Clean jeans. Fitted henley. Beard freshly trimmed. His usual brooding energy wrapped up in something just charming enough to survive dinner with Ava.

Y/N hadn’t invited him.

Ava did.

He walks over, gives Y/N a once-over that makes her glow, and says, “Smells good.”

She mumbles a flustered thanks.

At the table, things are... chaotic.

Ava’s halfway through her second glass, going off about town gossip, weird neighbors, and Cal’s “grumpy hotness.” Y/N hides her face while Cal just eats like none of it phases him.

Then Ava leans in, wine-drunk and grinning. “So, Cal… you got a hot brother too, or are you the whole damn bloodline?”

Y/N nearly chokes on her drink.

Cal lifts a brow, lips twitching into the smallest smirk. “No brothers. But you couldn’t handle two of me.”

Ava cackles. “I don’t know, I’m pretty strong.”

He glances at Y/N, eyes sharp with heat. “You’d be surprised what you can or can’t handle.”

Y/N kicks him under the table. He doesn’t flinch.

Later, the dishes are stacked high in the sink. Y/N’s washing, humming quietly, trying to calm the storm still simmering in her chest. She hears Ava turn on the TV in the next room, half-tipsy and stretched out on the couch.

Cal moves beside her, grabbing a towel to dry.

“I could’ve done this tomorrow,” she murmurs, trying to focus on the water and not him. “You didn’t have to help.”

“You cook, I clean. Fair trade.”

She hands him a wet plate. He brushes her hand on purpose.

It happens again. And again.

Then—a shift.

She’s leaned slightly forward, reaching for a dish, when she feels it—

His cock.

Hard. Pressed right against her bottom. Just enough to feel the shape, the size, the intent. Not by accident.

Her body stiffens.

“Cal,” she says softly, warning in her voice.

But he doesn’t move away.

Instead, his hand slides around her waist. Slow. Sure. Then the other comes next, still damp from the towel.

He leans in close, breath hot against her ear.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about last night,” he murmurs.

Then, in one quick movement, he turns her—hands on her hips—and lifts her up onto the edge of the counter. Her legs fall open around him instinctively.

“Wait—” she gasps.

But his mouth is already on hers—hot, hungry, filthy. His hands slide under her dress, gripping her thighs, thumbs brushing the soft crease where her hips meet her core.

She moans, head tilting back, fingers tangled in his shirt.

His cock grinds against her through his jeans, slow and heavy.

“Cal,” she breathes, “we can’t—Ava’s right there.”

“She’s out,” he growls. “TV’s up. She won’t hear.”

He pulls his jeans down just enough—hard cock springing free—and pushes her panties aside.

He thrusts into her in one smooth stroke, hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the moan that rips from her throat.

“You missed this, didn’t you,” he grits out. “This pussy’s still fuckin’ wet for me.”

He pounds into her—rough, deep, making the whole counter shake. She claws at his back, biting her lip to stay silent.

When she comes, her body jerks—tight, shaking—clamping around him until he growls and follows, burying himself deep.

They breathe hard in the dark kitchen, the smell of soap and sex thick in the air.

She finally whispers, dazed and wrecked, “…Next time, wear a condom.”

He leans in, kisses the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then her lips.

“Sure,” he murmurs. “But I won’t promise I’ll stick to it.”

Time Skip: One Week Later

The lawyer is still dragging his feet.

Some "delay in the estate paperwork," whatever that means. Ava called it "small-town disorganization with a hint of secret conspiracy." Y/N didn’t laugh. Not really.

The house is half-packed now. The girls have boxes stacked in every room, bubble wrap everywhere, and half-finished coffee cups forgotten on windowsills. They’re ready to leave—ready to go back to the noise, the smog, the chaos of the city. Somewhere safe. Somewhere familiar.

But something keeps tugging at Y/N. A weight she can’t explain.

Maybe it’s the way Cal’s been showing up every day, like clockwork—dropping by with food, touching her lower back when Ava’s not looking, whispering things that keep her up at night. Or maybe it’s the silence in her aunt’s room—the room she’s been avoiding.

That Afternoon

Ava’s digging through the old cedar trunk at the end of Miriam’s bed, tossing out scarves, dusty photo albums, ancient candles.

Y/N’s in the hallway, boxing up books, when she hears:

“Uh… Y/N?”

Her sister’s voice sounds… weird.

Y/N walks into the room, wiping her hands on her shirt. “What?”

Ava’s holding something. A small leather-bound notebook, worn soft with age, and an envelope tucked inside.

The envelope says Y/N’s name. In her aunt’s handwriting.

“Where’d you find that?”

“Stuffed inside one of her old cookbooks,” Ava murmurs. “The one you were obsessed with when we were kids.”

Y/N takes the letter slowly. Her fingers tremble as she unfolds it.

The Letter

My sweet girl,

If you’re reading this, then I’m gone. I hope you’re okay. I hope you came with Ava, that you didn’t come back here alone. And I hope you’re safe.

There’s something you should know about Cal Walker.

He helped me fix this house after the divorce. He was kind. Quiet. A little too quiet. But I didn’t think anything of it at first. Until I started noticing… things.

Photos going missing. Your name coming up too often. Questions about your life in the city. About your job. Your routines. Your looks. At first, I thought it was protective.

But then I found the letters.

Old ones. From when you were still a teenager. Letters to me… about you. I kept them. They're in the trunk.

Y/N… he’s been watching you longer than you realize. I didn’t say anything before because I didn’t want to scare you. I thought maybe he’d moved on.

But if he hasn’t—if he’s still around—you need to be careful. He doesn’t just want to protect you. He wants to own you.

Y/N’s hands are shaking. Her chest feels tight. Ava is staring at her, pale.

Y/N whispers, “Where are the letters?”

Ava opens the notebook.

Inside are three folded pages. Yellowed. Creased. And written in Cal’s handwriting.

Y/N's vision blurred with unshed tears. The weight of her aunt's words pressed heavily on her chest. Ava, sensing the gravity of the moment, placed a comforting hand on her sister's shoulder.

"We need to get out of here," Ava murmured, her voice laced with urgency. "Pack our things, leave tonight."

Y/N nodded slowly, the reality of the situation sinking in. "But what about the lawyer? The estate?"

"Screw the lawyer," Ava snapped. "Our safety comes first. My car's in good shape; we'll manage without the truck."

Determined, the sisters moved swiftly, gathering their belongings with a newfound urgency. As they packed, Y/N's mind raced, piecing together moments and interactions with Cal that now took on a more sinister hue.

Evening

The horizon was painted in shades of crimson and gold as Ava loaded the last of their bags into the trunk. Y/N took one final look at the house that had once been a sanctuary of childhood summers and family gatherings. Now, it felt like a cage, its walls whispering secrets she wished she'd never uncovered.

Sliding into the passenger seat, Y/N fastened her seatbelt, her hands clenched into fists. Ava started the engine, the car humming to life, ready to put miles between them and the shadows of the past.

As they pulled away, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unseen eyes watching, a chill crawling down her spine. The road ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they were leaving Dodge, and there was no looking back.

Later That Night – Somewhere on the Road

The highway stretches out before them, long and dark, flanked by open fields and flickering street lamps. Ava drives with one hand on the wheel, music low. Her other hand holds a gas station coffee like it’s a lifeline.

Y/N is silent in the passenger seat, curled up with her knees drawn close. Her phone’s screen glows faintly in her lap—silent. Waiting.

She’s holding one of the letters.

The paper is soft, yellowed with age. The handwriting is unmistakably Cal’s—strong, deliberate, just a little rough around the edges.

The First Letter

Miriam, She came to visit again today. Y/N. She’s older now. Grown into herself. Beautiful. Not just in the way she looks, but the way she moves—like she doesn’t know how the world leans toward her without realizing it. Like the gravity around her is different.

She asked about my truck. Smiled when I showed her the rebuilt engine. That smile stuck in my head all night. It’s still there.

You said not to write about her. That I should let her be. But I can’t.

I’m not going to hurt her. I just want to protect her. Keep her safe. Keep her mine. And if she ever comes back here for good… I’ll be ready.

She doesn’t belong in the city. She belongs here. With me.

— Cal

Y/N’s stomach twists.

She flips to the next page.

The Second Letter

I saw a photo of her on your fridge. She cut her hair. She looked tired.

Does she know how beautiful she is when she’s tired? Does she know how much she needs someone to take care of her?

I don’t like the men she dates. I looked one of them up. Banker. Pretty boy. He wouldn’t know what to do with her. Wouldn’t know how to touch her, or how to make her feel safe. She needs someone strong. Someone who’s not afraid to take what’s his.

I’ve been fixing the spare room. Just in case.

She’d be happier here. Eventually, she’d see that.

Y/N’s hands shake.

There’s a third letter.

She doesn’t read it right away.

Because—her phone starts to buzz.

She looks down. CAL WALKER.

She lets it ring. Ignores it.

It rings again. And again. And again.

Her hand hovers. Ava glances over. “Is that him?”

Y/N nods silently.

“You better not answer that.”

“I won’t.”

The phone goes quiet.

Then—a text.

Where are you?

Then another.

Y/N.

Then another.

Answer me.

She doesn’t move.

But something inside her feels like it just snapped.

Highway. Still dark. Still nowhere.

The dashboard glows dimly. The hum of the road is the only sound until Ava speaks—sharp, low.

"He's not stopping, Y/N."

Y/N’s staring at the phone. More texts flood in:

You shouldn’t have left.

Come home.

It’s not safe out there.

Answer me or I’ll come find you.

Her breath shakes as she clutches the last letter—still unopened, folded tightly in her hand like it might bite her. Ava glances at it, then back to the road.

“That the worst one?” she asks.

Y/N nods, barely.

Ava jerks the wheel and pulls off the road into a gravel turnout, dust kicking up as the car rolls to a stop under a blinking gas station sign long out of service.

“We’re reading it,” she says. “Right now. You need to see what else he’s hiding before he shows up on the fucking road.”

Y/N hesitates.

Then unfolds the letter with trembling fingers.

The Third Letter

I watched her from across the street today.

Not close. Just... enough.

She had no idea I was there. But I know her patterns. How she walks. When she stops to tie her shoe. When she takes that dumb little sketchbook out at the café. People walk right past her like she’s just another girl.

They don’t see her. Not like I do.

She belongs to me, Miriam.

And if she ever comes back here, I won’t make the mistake of letting her go again. I’ll be gentle. At first. She’ll understand, eventually. She’ll be grateful.

Because no one will ever love her like I do.

Y/N covers her mouth with a shaking hand.

Ava’s face goes pale.

“Oh my God. He’s been stalking you for years.”

Y/N nods, heart hammering.

Her phone buzzes again.

A new message.

You really think you can leave?

She drops the phone like it burned her.

Another buzz.

You’re mine, sweetheart. You don’t walk away from me.

“Fuck this,” Ava mutters, throwing the car into drive. “We’re going straight to the city. No stops. We’ll find a motel later, lock ourselves in, get new phones, whatever it takes.”

“Do you think he’s following us?” Y/N whispers.

“I don’t know,” Ava says tightly. “But if he is, we’re gonna make it real hard for him to catch up.”

Y/N stares out the window, heart pounding, letters clutched to her chest.

But in her gut?

She feels it.

That cold, crawling certainty.

Cal knows exactly where they are.

3:02 AM – Ava’s Apartment, Chicago

The city’s quiet in that eerie way it only gets when the night is almost over. When everything’s still except the occasional whoosh of a late cab or the hum of the fridge.

Y/N stands in the doorway of Ava’s guest room, arms wrapped tight around herself, still wearing the same clothes from the road. Her hair’s messy. Skin clammy. Her eyes look hollow under the yellow streetlight pouring through the blinds.

Ava’s already sprawled across her bed, phone on the nightstand, shoes kicked off. She hasn’t said a word in twenty minutes. Just… breathing, watching the ceiling. One hand still gripping her keys.

Neither of them really slept on the way back. They took turns behind the wheel, taking corners like they were being followed. Because maybe they were. Or maybe fear just made it feel that way.

Y/N lowers herself onto the bed slowly, like her bones aren’t hers anymore. She curls up in one of Ava’s oversized hoodies, but she’s cold.

She closes her eyes.

And he’s there.

Not in the room. In her mind.

Cal. Between her legs. Whispering in her ear. Biting her skin like it was his. The way he looked at her like he already owned her. That first slow kiss in the kitchen. His hands gripping her thighs, her throat, her hips. The sound of him growling her name when he came inside her—raw, deep, and shameless.

The way she wanted it.

The way she let him.

Y/N sits up suddenly, choking on her own breath.

Ava stirs. “Hey—hey. You okay?”

“No.” Her voice is barely there. “He touched me like he knew me. Like he always had. And I let him. I let him take me like I was already his.”

Ava’s eyes soften. She sits up too, wrapping an arm around her.

“You didn’t know,” she says firmly. “You didn’t have all the pieces. He played you, Y/N.”

“I liked it,” Y/N whispers, tears building. “That’s the worst part.”

“Liking something doesn’t make you responsible for someone else’s manipulation. He hid this from you. He hunted you.”

Y/N shudders, curling into Ava’s side.

“But what if he comes here?”

Ava tightens her grip. “Then we call the cops. We change your number. We tell everyone. We don’t let him take another inch.”

Silence.

Then Y/N, barely audible: “I don’t think he wants just inches. I think he wants all of me.”

Her phone buzzes.

She forgot to silence it. The name on the screen?

No Caller ID.

Y/N doesn’t answer. Doesn’t move.

But the screen stays lit until the glow fades to black.

A Few Days Later 

Ava didn’t waste time. By noon the next day, she was on the phone with a detective friend—Detective Reyna Cruz. Blunt, sharp, all business. Within hours, Cruz was at the apartment, taking statements, reading the letters, staring at Cal’s name like she already knew trouble when she saw it.

“He’s got no criminal record,” Cruz said as she flipped through her notepad. “But that doesn’t mean he’s clean. Men like him—quiet, helpful, devoted—they know how to hide obsession in plain sight.”

They filed a restraining order. It wouldn’t hold forever, not if he stayed quiet, not unless he did something big. But it was a start.

Ava changed the locks.

Y/N changed her number.

They bought cameras, set up alerts, and even took turns sleeping on the couch.

But no knocks. No shadow in the hall. No Cal.

Not yet.

Weeks Pass

The days stretch out soft and uneventful.

Y/N returns to her art, to her job, to the comforting noise of the city. She drinks her old coffee. Takes the train again. Falls back into the rhythm of anonymity—where strangers don’t stare too long, and no one looks at her like they know what she looks like when she cries.

She even begins going out alone. Not far. Just enough to breathe.

She’s working again. She’s smiling again. She goes to lunch with Ava, texts old friends, reorganizes her kitchen, listens to music too loud.

The nightmares come less often.

The bruises faded.

Sometimes, she thinks about the way Cal kissed her, and she hates herself for remembering it fondly. Sometimes she wonders if it was all fake—or if part of him really thought it was love.

But Then…

The first weird text comes at 1:47 AM.

No number. Just a message:

Still taste you on my tongue.

She blocks it.

Two days later, a call from a random number. No voicemail. Just silence when she answers. Like someone breathing too softly.

She brushes it off.

Then a text, later that week:

You looked pretty in that sweater. The gray one.

She hasn’t worn that sweater since yesterday.

Her throat tightens.

She wants to believe it’s just paranoia. That she’s overreacting.

But when she turns her head at the coffee shop window, just for a second, she sees a man across the street.

He’s leaning against a post. Not moving. Not on his phone.

Just watching.

And when she blinks, he’s gone.

The Next Morning

Y/N stares at the message on her phone again:

You looked pretty in that sweater.

She hadn’t worn it in a photo. Not recently. Not publicly.

But she scrolls through her old posts anyway. Tries to find one where maybe—maybe—she had the same one on. Months ago. Years ago. Something to explain it.

She finds one. Over a year old. Same sweater. Her face is barely visible in the selfie, mostly coffee and a croissant. But it’s enough.

“That’s it,” she tells herself. “He’s just online. He’s not here.”

But she doesn’t believe it.

Still, she says nothing to Ava.

That Afternoon – The “Date”

It’s not even a real date.

Just coffee with Jordan—a coworker from her freelance team. Friendly, harmless, a little flirty, but nothing serious. He’d been helping her on a project, and this was just their first time meeting in person.

They laugh over overpriced lattes. Jordan leans in when he talks. Compliments her hair. Offers to walk her home after.

Y/N says no. Politely.

But her smile lingers longer than it should.

She doesn't know across the street, under the shadows of an old alley awning, Cal is watching.

Cal, in the Dark

He sees her laugh. He sees the way she touches her necklace when she’s nervous. He sees the man—sitting too close, saying too much, looking at her like he has the right.

That’s his girl.

He fed her. Held her. Fucked her. He marked her body with his teeth and name. She was soft in his bed. She moaned for him.

Now she’s pretending none of that happened?

Worse—she’s replacing him?

His fists clench in his jacket pockets. His jaw ticks. His chest feels like it’s going to split open.

She needs reminding. She’s not free. She never was.

That Night – 1:11 AM

Y/N’s apartment is quiet. Ava’s out of town for a weekend conference. Y/N double-checked the locks. She lit a candle. Turned on soft music. Her favorite movie plays low in the background as she lays on the couch, trying to unwind.

She feels proud. Confident again. Even… maybe ready.

She doesn’t notice the unlocked window. The one in the bathroom, barely cracked from earlier when she aired it out after a shower.

She brushes her teeth. Rinses her face. Slips into an old tee and cotton shorts. Her phone is already charging.

She turns off the light.

She climbs into bed.

Pulls the blankets over herself and exhales.

Then— a hand. Over her mouth. From behind.

She screams, but it’s muffled. Her body is dragged back, strong arms locking around her, one around her waist, the other pressing tight to her mouth.

“Shhh,” a voice growls into her ear. Low. Familiar. Final.

Cal.

“You’ve been very, very bad, sweetheart.”

Her scream dies under his hand—rough, calloused, clamped over her mouth with the same hands that once stroked her hair and held her waist during slow dances. Only now they don’t feel safe.

They feel like iron.

Y/N thrashes wildly, kicking, scratching, bucking—but his body doesn’t move. He’s solid. A wall of muscle and heat. She can feel his thigh pinning her down—hard, heavy, and wide as her hips. His breath fans over her ear, hungry and dark.

“Did you miss me?” he whispers, lips brushing her cheek. “’Cause I missed everything about you.”

She writhes harder, screams again, but he only tightens his grip—arm clamped around her middle like a belt.

“Shhh,” he growls, lowering them both to the bed, pinning her beneath his weight. “You’ve been out there pretending. Playing house. Laughing with other men. But that’s not you, is it?”

He nuzzles against her neck, inhaling her like a memory.

“No,” he murmurs, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw. “That’s not my girl.”

Y/N spits under his hand, jerks her head violently, but he catches her chin and forces her still.

“God, you’re so difficult when you’re scared,” he growls, his body pressing tighter to hers—hips locking hers in place. “But I like that. I do. Makes it more fun when you give in.”

His thigh grinds between hers and she sobs into his hand, trying to twist out from under him. Her nails rake his skin. Her legs kick, desperate.

He grunts when she lands a hit, but it only fuels him.

“You’re still soft under all that fight,” he mutters, his hand sliding low over her stomach. “Still mine. Still mine.”

She shakes her head violently, tears spilling.

His lips ghost her ear. “Shhh. I’ll be gentle, baby. I’ll remind you how good I make you feel. You remember, don’t you? You remember how I stretched you open and made you beg. You’re already wet for me—”

“NO!” she screams under his hand, thrashing so hard she almost breaks free—

But he snaps.

Suddenly his palm leaves her mouth, and she gets half a cry out before his hand slams down again—across her face.

Her vision flares.

She gasps—shock, pain—and then—

Darkness.

Later – Somewhere Else

She comes to slowly.

The air is colder. Rougher. It smells like sawdust and oil.

She’s lying on something soft but unfamiliar.

Blankets. A cot?

Her wrists are tied in front of her with something thick—shop rags. Her legs are free. For now.

And when her eyes finally adjust—

She sees him.

Cal. Sitting in a chair across from her, watching.

His elbows rest on his knees, forearms flexed, hands still streaked faintly with grease. His eyes are calm—but underneath? Something wild.

He smiles, almost tenderly.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “Home.”

[heartfullofleeches]

With lambchomp, would FF! reader be able to go to work?? Or would they now be permanently stuck in their house with lambchomp

As badly as FF wish it were that easy - Lambchop still wakes them up on time everyday for their shifts. If they really want to get out of work for the day they can suck up to the goat and they'll let them off the hook, but everything is still pretty much the same for FF aside from the fact they get to go home almost every evening now considering Lambchop was one of the main forces keeping them on the property and a fair amount of the entities outside of the restaurant are too afraid of Lambchop to attempt to steal them away when they return home with the demon at their side.

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Fast Food Reader: Lambchop, you have to stop throwing away your toothbrushes. Just because you don't have one anymore doesn't give you permission to use mine.

[The mascot hangs their head in shame - hiding their face in Reader's shirt]

FF Reader: That's not gonna work on me twice-

Bathroom Succubus: Well I'll be damned... You two are actually living together. I've been wondering why it's so quite when I come back after closing.... So... Have you two.... y'know~

FF Reader: If you are asking if I've had sex with Lambchop the answer is no.

[Lambchop perks up-]

FF Reader: Don't get any ideas, buddy- My neighbors are nosy enough as is

[Lambchop immediately goes back to moping]

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Obsession | Hongjoong

- Pairing: office worker!Kim Hongjoong x Co-worker!reader

- Requested by: no-one. It's just another idea I had that wouldn't leave my mind and Joong won the poll.

- Synopsis: Hongjoong has an obsession with one of his co-workers.

- Warnings: hidden cameras, mentions of Y/N showering and Hongjoong watching, Hongjoong is a little possessive, obsession, stalking, Hongjoong is a creep. this is a complete work of fiction (obviously) and in no way portrays who Hongjoong is.

- Word Count: 1,166

- Requests: CLOSED until May or June

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A/N: I'm not good at writing yandere-ish fics but I tried. Let me know what you think.

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Does Kim Hongjoong feel disgusted with himself as he watches Y/N undress for her shower on the small screen on his phone? Of course, he was never like this before he met her. Could he bring himself to stop? The simple answer is no.   

When Kim Hongjoong first met Y/N, she was a fresh face on his data analysis team. Her sweetness and kindness towards him and their colleagues made her stand out, as she genuinely tried to befriend with everyone. The way she carried herself with confidence and her carefree nature is what initially drew Hongjoong in. He felt an attraction to her unlike anything he had felt before, which soon bordered on obsession and possessiveness. He knew he should look away, that this wasn’t the man he wanted to be, yet there was an insatiable hunger gnawing at him on the inside.  

As the steam from the shower filled the screen and his mind with hazy fantasies, Hongjoong wrestled with guilt. He had always prided himself on being a leader, someone who respected boundaries and implemented them well especially with his colleagues. Yet here he was, crossing lines he never thought he would dare to approach.  

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the screen. His mind thinks back when he found out that she was going out of town one weekend for her brother's wedding as she talked to the slightly older woman at the desk next to hers. That's when he had the idea and he had two weeks to execute it. He ordered some spy cameras and continued to follow her home this time learning her passcode to her apartment and finding out more about that one nosy neighbor she has and the guy across the hall that likes her a little too much for Hongjoong's liking. Once he had all the stuff he needed, he staked out her apartment building, waiting for her leave and when he made sure she wasn't coming back he snuck up to her apartment, unlocked the door and got to work installing all the hidden cameras.  

Hongjoong tries to justify his actions by telling himself it was him trying to protect her from those who could easily take advantage of her kindness. But deep down, he knew it was a weak justification and that it his true intentions was for his own sick and twisted desires. The thrill of watching her, even from afar, had become an addiction.  

As the warm glow of the screen illuminated his face, Hongjoong felt a familiar mix of excitement and dread. The guilt was there, gnawing at him like a persistent itch he couldn't scratch. He knew he was spiralling deeper into a dark place, yet each time Y/N's image flickered on his phone, he found it increasingly difficult to look away.  

He recalls the moments they shared, innocent in nature, the late nights at the office, her infectious smile brightening even his darkest days. She had this way of making him feel valued, wanted and needed despite him being the boss. He cherished the fleeting moments and the shared little glances that made him feel like they were hiding a secret from the others. But now, as he watched her prepare for her shower, that innocent connection felt overshadowed by his growing obsession. The lines between admiration and possession continue to blur together with every passing day.  

A commotion outside his office, has Hongjoong hastily pausing the video and exiting out of the camera app. He quickly stands up from his chair and leaves his office to see what's happening. A few feet away is Y/N, who has the new guy who couldn't seem to take the hint that she wasn't interested in him, face down on the ground. She is kneeling on his back with his arm pulled back and twisted in a painful way. "Touch me again and it'll be the last thing you do," she warns the guy.  

Hongjoong’s heart raced as he took in the scene before him. He could feel himself getting hard and tried to will it to stop. Before it became noticeable, he shouts at the two. "Miss L/N, let him go and get back to work. Mr Im, my office now," he demands the two and turns around to go back into his office.  

As Hongjoong re-entered his office, a rage like no other fills him. Despite Y/N successfully defending herself, the idea that someone else touched her and could touch her in any kind of way sends waves of possessiveness coursing through him, igniting a fire he could barely control. He runs his hand through his hair, trying to ease the tension in his muscles. Pacing back and forth in his office, he tries to ease the feeling of wanting to toss Mr. Im the 8th floor window.  

He leaned against his desk, trying to catch his breath and regain some semblance of composure when he hears Mr. Im enter his office. He forced himself to focus on Mr. Im, his face devoid of any emotion. Mr. Im on the other hand, is standing there, visibly sweating under his boss's intense gaze.  

“You know we have a zero intolerance for inappropriate behaviour, right?” Hongjoong's asked, his voice steady but low and laced with a fury that made it clear he wouldn’t tolerate any nonsense, while ignoring his own hypocrisy.  

“I-I didn’t mean anything by it! I thought she liked me!” Mr. Im stammered, desperation creeping into his tone, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. 

Hongjoong’s jaw clenched. “You thought? Or you hoped?” He stepped closer, invading the other man’s personal space just enough to make him shift uncomfortably. “Let me make this very clear: You touch Y/N again in any way, it's not her you'll have to worry about. I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?” 

Mr. Im opened his mouth again but seemed to reconsider whatever words were about to spill out. Instead, he nodded hastily, perhaps realizing that arguing further would only dig him deeper into trouble. 

“Good,” Hongjoong replied coolly as he straightened up and backed away slightly, giving Mr. Im a moment to regain some composure while still keeping an eye on him. “Now get back to your desk and stay away from her.” 

As soon as the door clicked shut behind Mr. Im, Hongjoong felt the tension in his shoulders ease ever so slightly. As he sat back down at his desk, his eyes flicker to his phone and his fingers itch to pick it back up. The urge being too strong he snatches up his phone, unlocking it and opening up the camera app. He goes back to watching the video he was watching before the distraction, this time noticing something he hadn't noticed before. 

Y/N was standing in the middle of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her bare body, staring right at the camera with a small smirk on her lips.��

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[heavens-crown]

And They Were Neighbors P.t2

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Warnings:18+ MDNI, eventual smut, angst, lots of flirty behavior

Robby groaned as he woke up uncomfortable as hell on his couch. Sitting up he tried to get the crick out of his neck thanks to the weird angle he was laying at. Checking his watch he saw it was 6pm, so he got up to make himself a pot of coffee. His sleep schedule was already destroyed and besides he was stuck on the night shift for the next month anyway. While the coffee brewed Robby opened up the windows to air the apartment out. When he did that he could hear someone talking.

“Woman, how the hell would I know if he’s single? We talked for a minute max, the most I got out of the conversation was that he works at the local trauma center.” It hit Robby then that it was his new neighbor talking. When he didn’t hear a response and instead heard her start laughing he realized she was most likely on a phone call. It took him a moment to realize what it was she had said and he had to fight the urge to stick his head out of the window to keep listening. Was she talking about him? As he pondered just who she could be talking about the coffee pot dinged indicating it was done. 

He shook himself out of his stupor and set about making himself a cup before he showered and changed out of his scrubs. Something compelled him to sit out on the balcony instead of at the dining table, though he wouldn’t admit that it was mostly him wanting to be nosy. It was rude to eavesdrop on private conversations especially when it was a new neighbor. Yet he found himself opening the balcony door. Stepping out onto the balcony he looked over and saw Delilah saying her goodbyes to the person on the phone. Looking up from the phone she smiled brightly when she saw Robby.

“Hey neighbor, I'm surprised to see you already. You looked dead on your feet earlier.” She comments. Taking a sip of the drink in her hand Robby chuckles and turns his patio chair to face her balcony.  

“Night shift will do that to you, thanks to so many years I've mastered the art of living off power naps and coffee.” Robby jokes. Delilah tips her head back to laugh. 

“Thankfully my job is sort of a ‘whenever you get it done’ type thing. Though that usually leads to me being awake at ungodly hours though.” She glances down at her phone as it dings before rolling her eyes and putting it back down. 

“What do you do for work?” He asks. She lights up at the question and pulls her chair closer to the railing so she doesn't have to shout. It's then Robby notices she’s now wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts that are criminally short. He has to fight the urge to look over the tattoos decorating her skin. 

“So I do a few things. My main gig is a contractor position doing Medical Coding which I've been doing now for five years. My side gig is art commissions.” She explained. Her being in the medical field was not what he was expecting, but he could see the art commission. 

“What kind of art do you typically do?” He asked. He watched as her face flushed a bit and her drink became the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Well it depends,” she starts. “Some people want pet portraits, family photos turned into paintings. Then there's the more original pieces people request.” He couldn’t help but think for a moment she looked adorable when flustered. Quickly he squashed the thought, she was his neighbor and probably a good twenty years younger than him. 

“What kind of original pieces?” He was genuinely curious at this point especially since she seemed so hesitant to elaborate.

“You promise you won’t judge?” At his affirming nod she fidgeted a bit with her drink. “Well like i said it varies from person to person, but the bulk of the original pieces has been monster lover work or authors wanting work for their romance books.” It took his brain a moment to comprehend just what the fuck monster lover art would be.

“Monster lover?” He finally asks because his brain is still not fully online. Still not looking him in the eye she elaborates.

“It's stuff like werewolves, cthulhu, centaurs, stuff like that.” She gives a delicate shrug and meets his eyes clearly trying not to laugh when she sees the bewildered look on his face. “There’s a whole book genre dedicated to it. My personal favorite was the dragon with two dicks.” Her casual comment blindsides him and he chokes on his coffee.

“Two dicks?” He manages to cough out. She laughs so hard he thinks she’s gonna topple over. When she goes to answer she begins laughing harder at the horrified look on his face. 

“Yes mister judgy. It’s a well written novel of a dragon falling in love with a human.” She giggles, wiping at the tears forming her eyes. 

Robby still can’t process why anyone would want that sort of art, or what it would even look like when Delilah breaks the silence. 

“Seeing as it's almost 7pm now would you like to join me for some pizza? Normally I'd be down to sit on a balcony and chill but it’s getting cold and I'd rather not freeze.” Blinking a bit at the sudden invite Robby takes a second to get himself to focus. Seeing his sudden silence she begins backtracking. “If you don’t want to, it's totally cool, i know you probably got better stuff to do and-” Robby cuts her off before she can finish. 

“Let me take a shower real fast and I can come over. I slept in these scrubs and I desperately need out of them.” She looks relieved at his answer and gets up to head inside. 

“What do you want on your pizza?” She asks. Stretching her arms above her head he’s momentarily caught off guard by the jewelry decorating her navel. 

“Anything except pineapple.”

Pizza is ordered and a frantic ‘help the hot neighbor is coming over what do i do’ text is fired off to Cherry. It’s a second later when Cherry begins calling. Picking it up on the first ring all Delilah hears is Cherry talking at full speed. 

“He’s actually coming over? What exactly happened? I need details woman.” Cherry demands. Taking a deep breath Delilah breaks down the conversation for her, not pausing when Cherry begins laughing her head off over the monster lover comment. 

“Cherry what the fuck was i thinking? Why would I invite him over, especially after telling him I draw porn for a living.” Delilah can feel herself spiraling a bit. Men as a rule never made her that nervous or unsure of herself. But talking to Robby? That made her so nervous she almost word vomitted every thought she had bouncing around her skull. 

“First off, calm down, you're making me anxious. Second, it’s not a bad thing to invite a man over, even if you think he’s hot. Especially if you think he’s hot,” Cherry chuckles to herself before continuing. “It’s not like it’s a date or anything. You’re just having dinner with your neighbor.” Cherry’s words release some of the tension gathering in her. She hadn’t hung out with a man solo since she met-

Delilah slammed a mental door on that train of thought. She refused to think about him and taint her mood. Cherry was right there was nothing wrong with having dinner with her neighbor who just so happened to be an attractive older man. 

“You’re right. I think I just panicked and overreacted.” Delilah isn’t sure if she’s talking more to Cherry or herself. 

She chats with Cherry for another five minutes before hanging up the phone. Just as she puts her phone down there's a knock at her door. She gave herself a internal pep talk just before opening the door and oh lord help her. 

Robby stands there in a simple t-shirt and gray sweats which hang off his hips in a way that makes her almost start drooling. Jesus she needs to get it together she just met the man and she’s drooling over him like he’s a piece of meat. 

“Pizza should be here shortly, do you want anything to drink?” She gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind with a soft click. 

“Water if you don’t mind,” He smiles down at her, making her stomach twist a little. “Thank you for the invite by the way, I hadn’t thought as far as food when I woke up.” He follows her into the kitchen as she fetches him a bottle of water from her fridge. Handing it over she gestures for them to sit on the couch.

“It’s my pleasure, I grew up in a super tight neighborhood so i guess inviting people over at random is a product of that,” She watches as he makes himself comfortable, his thighs spreading a bit in a way that makes him take up a good amount of space to the point where she could easily touch him if she wanted. 

“What brought you to Pittsburgh?” He asks. 

With that time flies by for Delilah. The pizza arrived and is divided between the two of them. Conversation is easy and flowing between them that she doesn’t notice when she props her feet against his thigh while telling him about some of the dumb shit she would get up to with Cherry. She also doesn't notice when his hand loosely collars her ankle, his thumb rubbing circles against her skin. 

“Please tell me you don’t actually watch that shit.” He pleads. Delilah laughs at the look on his face.

“What's wrong with Grey's Anatomy?” She asks, trying hard to maintain an innocent tone. He sees right through her, shooting her a mock glare. 

“You know exactly what’s wrong with it, I'd rather go through medical school again than watch it.” Shaking his head at her, Robby snatches the remote from her hand. 

“Excuse you!” She exclaims with mock outrage. Robby simply laughs at her and starts flicking through movies.

“You can earn your remote privileges back if you apologize for watching that garbage TV show,” He says. Pouting a bit Delilah sits back with a huff crossing her arms over her chest. 

“It’s a good show,” She argues. He takes one look at her and snorts out a laugh. Even she can admit she’s acting like a toddler but in her defense he insulted one of her favorite shows. 

“Whatever you say Delilah,” Robby chuckles. A movie is picked and played, though neither of them pay much attention to busy bantering with one another. They settle into the couch to finish out the movie. When the movie ends and Delilah notices the time she feels a brief moment of panic.

“Oh shit it's like 2am, I'm so sorry to keep you here so long.” She half expects Robby to immediately make his exit but he doesn’t. He shrugs while taking a drink of his water.

“I didn’t even notice, remember I'm on night shift for the next month so late nights are my normal.” He says. She relaxes at that and then an idea strikes her. 

“I got a batch of cinnamon rolls proofing that’ll be ready to bake in the morning, would you like to come by and continue our little hang out?” Delilah holds her breath for a moment, thinking she overstepped. But then Robby smiles and squeezes her ankle reassuringly. 

“I would love that. I’m not gonna lie, sitting here with you has been the highlight of my week.” He admits, and Delilah tries so hard to ignore the fact that her heart skipped a beat. 

“It’s a date then,” She says.

[a-fable-lost-to-time]

so i was thinking about the life series as a tv show and who would play the main roles so i did a list (feel free to reply or reblog with questions and ill answer them)

Third Life

Protagonist: Grian

Support: Scar,  Flower Husbands (Scott and Jimmy)

Antagonists: Dogwarts (Ren, Martyn, Bigb, Etho, Skizz)

Last Life

Protagonist: Scott

Support: Cleo and Pearl 

Antagonists: Joel and Grian 

Double Life

Protagonist: Pearl

Support: Martyn, Ren, and Scar

Antagonists: Scott and Cleo

Limited Life

Protagonist: Martyn

Support: Scott, Cleo, and Scar

Antagonists: Bad Boys (Joel, Grian and Jimmy), Nosy Neighbors (Pearl and BigB)

Secret Life

Protagonist: Scar

Support: Mounders (Pearl, Joel, and Bdubs)

Antagonists: Heart Foundation (Skizz, Tango and BigB), Roomies (Etho, Grian, Cleo), Big Dogs (Jimmy Martyn), Gem

Real Life

Protagonist: Cleo

Support: Scott, Pearl, Gem

Antagonists: Red Life Club (Jimmy, Grian, Impulse, Scar, Joel)

Wild Life

Protagonist: Joel

Support:  Gem, Grian, Etho, Bamboozlers (Scar, Jimmy, Lizzie) 

Antagonists: The Gs (Scott, Pearl, Cleo, Impulse,Bigb)

[d3adlyromb3ar]

‧₊˚‧₊˚ if walls could talk

— pairing. neighbor!choso x fem!reader

— synopsis. you have been having issues with your ex, who tends to invade your space and make himself at home. unbeknownst to you, your neighbor is very observant and doesn’t know if he can sit back and watch you suffer alone anymore.

— word count. 3k

— contents. angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, language, smoking, mentions of injuries to reader, mentions of assault/abuse, mentions of manipulation, choso being such a sweetheart

— notes. credit to @\\yume041924 (left artwork) and @\\oss²¹ (right artwork) both on twitter i believe. thank you @saradika for the dividers 🤍

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The picture shook and rattled on the wall, again. If he stayed quiet enough, he could make out a few words. All coming from a male voice.

He sighed, leaning his head to rest it on the back of the couch. He had every right to get up and stomp his way over, telling whoever was yelling to shut up. But he never followed through with that urge, instead listening in when he could— trying to find out what was going down.

He knew you lived there, and he thought it was just you. Time and time again he’d overhear a man shouting, and he wondered if it was a sibling or a partner— which didn’t sit right with him. If either of those were the case, he wondered what they were yelling at you about.

He wasn’t a nosy person, truly he lived a boring life and kept to his routine and business. However, as soon as the shouting began, around the same time every night— his curiosity forced him to listen in. His breathing slow and quiet as his ears strained to make out the words that were being spat.

He never heard you though. Never. That thought for some reason— didn’t sit well with him.

He almost dozed off, the constant shouting becoming a daily ambience, but the sound of the yells suddenly dying down— he perked up.

There was one last shout, still unable to make out the words— then the familiar door slam. The kind of slam that most likely woke the whole floor and maybe the ones below as well.

He didn’t know what possessed him to stand from his comfortable spot and walk over to the door— but there he was, staring through the peek hole. He wondered what he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t your form slumped against the door.

His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he thought to himself— should I really get involved? Maybe it’s nothing.

However, he fought down that thought quickly and slowly and quietly opened his door.

You immediately perked up, head snapping up from the barely audible creak from his door. You relaxed slightly, seeing that it was only your neighbor, Choso.

You wiped your cheeks quickly, smoothing down your hair to make yourself look less— hectic.

“Evening Choso.” You greeted, your voice sweet as always— but right now it didn’t match the way your features were pulled down.

He leaned against his doorway, looking down at your balled up form. Knees hugged to your chest.

“Hey.” He started, deciding to cut straight to the point. “Everything okay? Thought I heard a slam.”

Your cheeks flushed, the possibility of others hearing what goes on in your apartment embarrassing. You felt guilty and you didn’t know why— not that you were the one causing the chaos.

“Yeah, just got into an argument with someone.” You admitted.

He couldn’t control his curiosity.

“Boyfriend?”

You scoffed, a weak smile on your lips.

“Ex-boyfriend.” You corrected him.

Choso nodded.

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, we’ve been broken up for months now.”

Choso furrowed his brows, wondering why you were still involved with your ex. Was it one of those weird situations, where you break up but you’re not really broken up? He thought to himself that he shouldn’t care too much, it was your business after all.

“I know it seems weird and you’re probably confused but, we’ve just been trying to… settle things. Not get back together but y’know, just really put that final nail in the coffin.” You rambled on, explaining yourself when you probably shouldn’t have.

Choso listened patiently but still couldn’t understand the situation. Besides, you looked a little rough and seemed to need someone to talk to. He’d happily be that ear for you.

“Sorry, I’m sure you don’t care about any of this. You’re probably just wanting to get some sleep.” You apologized, and he didn’t understand why.

“I don’t sleep well anyway,” He tried to joke, to lighten your mood. “Plus, if you need to talk— You can always talk to me.”

You smiled at that, heart hurting at the way you were receiving kindness from your neighbor— someone you weren’t that close with. That’s the only kindness you’d get, you thought bitterly.

“Thanks. I… I really appreciate that.” You thanked him genuinely. “I hope you’re not just saying that because, I will talk your ear off if you give me the opportunity.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and echoing throughout the hallway. It was such a calming sound.

“I don’t mind.” He assured you, closing his door completely and sliding down the wood— now sat across from you.

Your mouth formed into an O shape, not realizing how literal he meant his words.

“Oh— You mean now?”

He smirked.

“Seems like a good time, yeah.”

You sent him a small smile, tilting your head back towards your door— listening in for a moment before facing him again. Choso was confused.

“I don’t even know where to start.” You trailed off, voice quieter ever since you glanced back to your door.

“How about starting off why you two were fighting tonight?” He offered, trying to get the conversation going.

He was happy to see that you weren’t uncomfortable with him suddenly barging in on your personal life— your business.

“Yeah that,” You cringed, “Well, he came over unexpectedly— again. I asked him to leave and he started begging me to get back with him, and just kept trying to list off reasons why I should get back with him. Kinda felt more like he was trying to sell me something rather than want me back.”

Choso cringed at how pathetic this guy sounded.

“It doesn’t matter what I say or how many times I try to convince him that I don’t feel that way for him anymore. He won’t ever believe me when I tell him I’ve moved on.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Not that I get to speak much around him anyway, he rarely lets me talk— let alone finish a fucking sentence.”

“Why do you let him in?” Choso asked, genuinely intrigued in this situation.

“Well, I don’t mean to honestly— he pushes his way past me everytime.”

“Why even open the door?” He asked another.

You sighed, looking up to Choso with a defeated expression.

“I don’t know honestly… I know I shouldn’t but… I can’t help but feel like I owe him that.”

He furrowed his brows, leaning forward towards you.

“You don’t owe anyone anything, especially this guy.”

His words made their way to your brain and physically you processed it— but mentally you had a hard time. Years of the exact opposite had been spit at you, from your ex— among many other disgusting things.

“Y-yeah… yeah you’re right actually.” You whispered, eyes focused on your thumb tracing random patterns on your knee.

Choso’s gaze softened at you solem expression, knowing that there was more to the story than you’d let on.

“Listen, I don’t know the exact details of what went on in the relationship but, you need to know that you are your own person. You aren’t in that relationship anymore and you don’t owe him anything. It didn’t work out, and he needs to move on and leave you alone.”

You nodded, truly appreciating his words— needing desperately to hear all of this.

Choso let the hallway sit in silence for a moment, getting lost in his own thoughts. He bit his bottom lip, nervous to even ask his next one— but he had a bad feeling. With the way you were acting, like a kicked puppy— he had to ask.

“(Y/n)?” He grabbed your attention, your sad eyes meeting with his, “He hasn’t… he hasn’t hurt you right?”

His question shouldn’t have made your stomach knot up, your throat suddenly dry. But you sat and stared at him, watching his eyes dance all around your features— all while you tried not to throw up.

Choso could only watch as you stared at him, your eyes almost shining in a certain scream for help— he had him unsettled.

“(Y/n)?” He tried to get your attention again.

You swallowed through your tight throat, focusing on keeping your dinner down— while also trying to force yourself to respond.

Choso didn’t need you to respond though— your silence was the answer he needed. It made him sick for you.

“I know I need to end this and just… kick him out of my life already but…” You finally spoke, voice tense.

“But what?” Choso pushed, “There’s not a good enough reason to endure abuse like that.”

You swallowed and wanted to argue, but found yourself agreeing with him. You nodded, not even attempting to finish your sentence.

“Yeah… I know.” You whispered, voice barely audible— but Choso caught it.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, you just deserve so much better than this.”

You found your cheeks dusting with pink, the passion in his voice shocking but appreciated. Choso seemed to notice your reaction and cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Listen, I know we don’t know each other all too well but, from what I do know of you— you’re sweet and kind and always trying to help others.” He expressed, “I saw you that day the old woman from downstairs needed help with carrying packages to her room.”

His words had you smiling from the memory, remembering exactly what he was referring to.

“She was complaining the entire time you were helping her, saying you were doing that wrong— and this wrong.”

“Oh god yeah, I remember.” You giggled.

“But you helped her regardless, and you did it with a smile— even offering to cook her dinner afterwards.” He noted. “You have a good heart and I think that it gets you into trouble sometimes— like giving this asshole the time of day.”

You blushed deeper, his words making you fill with warmth.

“Choso I…” You started, but couldn’t find the right words.

He sighed this time and thought that he was going a bit overboard— but he spoke again anyway.

“What I’m trying to say is that, although I don’t know you that well— I can still see that you deserve better. The best even.” He finished.

Your cheeks felt hot now, the pink covering almost your entire face with how flustered you were. It was such an endearing thing to hear someone say such kind things about you. You weren’t used to it— but it had your chest warm.

“Gosh, seems like you know me pretty well for someone who claims they don’t.” You joked, cheeks still flushed.

He chuckled and relaxed back into the door.

“I’m observant.”

“I can see that.” You told him shyly.

“But, I would really like to get to know you better.”

You didn’t think it was possible, but you felt your cheeks get redder. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so flustered by someone’s words. It didn’t help that the way he was gazing at you was so deep— something you’d never experienced before.

“I’d like that.”

At that, both of Choso and you smiled— letting them get lost in each other’s eyes for a second. The moment was quickly interrupted by a loud thump coming from inside your apartment.

Choso’s eyes shifted from yours, squinting at the door before meeting back with yours.

“What was…” He began to ask before it suddenly clicked, “Is he inside your apartment right now?”

All too soon, the familiar wave of stress could be felt flowing throughout you— at the mere mention of him.

“Unfortunately.” Your tone was full of embarrassment. “He locked me out.”

Choso’s gaze narrowed on the door for a moment, picturing your ex’s face— wishing that man could see the pure rage within his eyes. Choso was seeing red, completely over this clown of an ex. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so protective of you. He blamed it on the pure fact that you were a kind soul that needed protecting. He happily be there if you needed him.

“God, what a shit show.” He indicated that he was completely talking about your ex.

You giggled, a weak smile returning to your lips.

“Tell me about it. All I wanted to do was relax after work, watch some cheesy tv show and go to bed… but guess not.”

Choso chewed on his bottom lip, debating his next words.

“You can crash at my place tonight.” He offered, watching the way your eyebrows shot up, quickly adding, “If you want, that is.”

You smiled at him, wondering where this angel of a man came from. It felt too good to be true to have someone like him, in a moment like this.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I’m sure. You won’t be a bother.” He reassured you, causing your cheeks to dust pink once again.

You bowed your head in his direction.

“Well, then thank you. I appreciate it.”

He waved you off, before standing up and offering you his hand to your spot on the floor.

“I’m sure after the night you’ve had, you’re probably tired, hm?” He started, “Why don’t we get inside?”

You could only smile his way before letting your hand drop into his large palm. He hoisted you up with no effort, the position letting you take in just how tall he was. He practically towered over you— and he smelled really good.

He smirked down at you and turned to unlock his door, swinging it open and standing to the side for you to step in. All while he still held your hand.

As soon as you stepped inside, he was closing the door— at last letting go of your hand.

You wanted to hit yourself for thinking such thoughts about him. His hands were so big, his fingers so long and thick— the pads of his fingers were a little rough. Not that you minded, it felt rather nice compared to your soft ones.

“You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.” His voice broke you from your lustful thoughts.

“Really? I’d feel bad if I—”

“(Y/n), just take the bed. You’re fine.” He interrupted, voice gentle. “I told you I don’t sleep that well anyway, I’ll just be chilling on the couch.”

You sent him an appreciative smile, unable to control the slight guilt you still felt for sleeping in his bed. It seemed so random— you were a stranger to him. Well, I guess not completely. After talking with him tonight, you felt like you had known each other forever. Conversation flowed so easily with him, it was refreshing.

“Well, if you decide in the middle of the night that you want your bed back— you can kick me out. I won’t be mad.”

He chuckled at that.

“Alright then.”

You couldn’t argue with yourself that you weren’t tired— because you were exhausted. After an already busy day and then your ex’s bullshit. You craved a good nights rest. It pained you to go to bed though, you wanted to keep talking with Choso.

You watched, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as Choso situated the pillows on the couch, plopping down before he glanced over to you.

“Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, if you’re hungry.”

Your heart seemed to continue to swell, all his kind gestures and words overwhelming to a point— you just weren’t used to so much kindness.

“Thank you Choso.” You told him wholeheartedly, sending him one last smile. “Goodnight.”

“Night (Y/n).”

With that, you were heading into his room— leaving the door cracked. At first glance, his room was quite organized— the color scheme pleasing. It was a much darker vibe, the low lighting setting the tone immediately. It felt relaxing in here, like a good place to sleep. Plopping down on the bed finally, you didn’t even rush to get under the covers. You curled up in a ball on your side, the cooling comforter rubbing against your skin just right— it almost had you dozing off immediately. And you would have— if it wasn’t for Choso’s distinct scent on the sheets.

The woodsy, minty musk had your senses going into overdrive. It was such an intoxicating scent, the smell surrounding you completely— your own clothes bled on. It smelled exactly how he smelled when you had caught his scent earlier.

His scent had managed to rile you up, but then lull you asleep. The mere thought that it was indeed his scent making you feel at ease— comfortable.

You had never expected your neighbor Choso to be the one to bring you that comfort you so craved ever since the breakup. But in this moment, while you dozed off in your same position on the bed— you realized it was his fault that your walls were coming down. Never before had you trusted someone so quickly in your life.

Meanwhile, Choso had snuck out to his balcony— lighting a cigarette as he needed to get lost in his thoughts. He always knew about you, he knew that you always lived across from him. He always had this pull to get to know you better— be a better neighbor and all.

Truthfully, you intimidated him. Your beauty was unmatched— along with a heart of gold that nobody could ever top. He felt like one touch from him and he’d taint your life. Tonight had been somewhat of a pushing point though, finding out more about what you’ve been going through/dealing with. It brought out protective instincts that he hadn’t felt in years.

Maybe you were the light that he’d been waiting for in his life— maybe.

Inhaling a deep breath from his cigarette, he wondered if he’d be able to be the light you needed too. He wasn’t sure if he could ever be considered something as good as that— but he’d try his best to be that for you.

part two

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

Hi there! This is your ramble free pass. You can talk about whatever topic you choose for as you like. :)

this has been sitting since February. Anon thank you for this. Have a draft of the line of events in my apocalypse au. It has no name as of right now

*clears throat*

Jimmy, Joel and Grian share an apartment when a quarantine is called over the city and all nearby areas due to an unknown disease cropping up. Possible slice of life with the three going to a half looted store and running around being silly as a coping mechanism. This disease surfaces and the the quarantine is called around early January.

A public emergency is declared a few weeks into the two months they spend inside, where the news and other public infrastructure slowly degrades. The trio start running out of food, and the final straw to make them leave their apartment and take to the streets (despite the disease) is their water breaking. Sometime among this period is when the apocalypse starts, although it doesn't look like that for a while. Also about halfway through this time period Jimmy runs out of anxiety meds.

After leaving the apartment, they met a few other groups (mean gills, nosy neighbors) (I forgot to mention this was limited life inspired. Lmao) while hanging around the river front. They purchase a ham radio set (because the majority of people still living have set up a bit of infrastructure near the water source) and hang around for a week and a half, getting gear and socializjn with people other than themselves until they have their first true run in with the infected. A massive horde of zombies sweep into this safe area, and a large amount of people die. The bad boys barely escape with their lives

Its around this point where their focuses start developing. Grian traded some of the stuff from their old apartment for multiple guns (pistols and a hunting rifle) along with ammo, and he finds a bow and some arrows from the wreckage of the safe zone afterwards, practicing with then and having a naturally affinity for ranged weapons. Joel is the brute strength of the group, and relies on said strength, using a baseball bat as his main weapon. He also carries the majority of the heavy gear- water, canned food, cooking equipment, although they make sure everyone has a bit of everything just in case. Jimmy is quick, light, and good at climbing and excels at scouting and other similar things. His main weapon is a machete that allows him to still keep a bit of range from zombies. He also is the best of all of them (for some reason) in bandaging and cleaning wounds- he's not good when there's actively bleeding out, but after the wound stops, he's basically a perfect field medic.

The trio wander around the city for a while before deciding to head towards a large park. All the while, they run into groups of zombies, some they even recognize as people they met in the waterfront safe zone. Not that much stops them, though, except Grian injuring one of his legs right before they make it to the park.

Once they are inside the park, they come across a much smaller group of people holding out- headed by the Family. Ties are also part of this small group. They take in the bad boys, no questions asked, and offer them extra food- including fresh meat. The bad boys only spend around two weeks there, though, because Joel is kidnapped by Tango and tied up. Tango only doesn't kill him because Cleo comes in and exclaims that they "actually liked this group", and while they are arguing, Joel learns that all the meat they have had is actually human meat! Anyway, the other bad boys notice he's missing, and start searching the camp+ The nearby woods area for him. Tango and Cleo decide to move Joel to a harder to access place to kill and butcher him. They (stupidly) un-tie his legs form where they were tied to the legs of the chair, and he kicks them away and escapes. Upon getting out, he finds Jim and Grian (who already had all there stuff+some of Joel's in preparation to start a larger search) and tells them what happened. Grian goes back into camp, acts like everything is normal, and gets Joel's bag, before escaping because. Yknow. Cleo sees and goes "Hey I don't care if you say you haven't seen Joel, you might suspect and I am not letting these people go hungry".

They move back towards the city center (because that is the one place the Family wont go), only taking one break at the outskirts of the park, where Jimmy remembers that he has some dried meat he took from the Family's camp site. They end up burying it, partially because that's the safest option to do with what is most likely human body parts, but also because they need to deal with the guilt of being cannibals somehow. Also it's highly implied that, during the winter, Skizz decided to sacrifice himself to feed the group and Impulse went almost mad with grief.

Once reaching Downtown again, staying away from their old apartment and the waterfront, they wander and take shelter in abandoned store fronts at night. After maybe three weeks of this (they are still very paranoid about the Family finding them), they find this massive water drain (think the one from Terminator 2 but much steeper and skinnier) and Grian decides to go down into it because he thinks he sees an old campsite under an overpass. Typically thats Jimmy's job but Grian decides he should be on top of this pile of debris nearby to look out for zombie swarms, and gives Jim one of his pistols to take out any that are approaching.

Anyway. Grian goes down, pokes around and doesn't find anything of use, until a small tube (where water will dump in from storm sewers) towards the head of the big drain starts echoing weird noises out of it. He goes near and a bunch of zombies burst out, attacking him and preventing him from getting any of his weapons. Joel yells for Jimmy, who runs over, but there's no saving G and he's just screaming for someone to end this because he's getting eaten alive. It takes Jimmy a minute but he manages to shot and successfully kill Grian with his gun. After this, Joel drags Jimmy away. This is meant to be early July.

They hide in an abandoned office lobby for about four days. On the second day, they have to eat some food from a can that's past its expiration date, and Jimmy later throws up (the food wasn't bad, Jimmy just has horrible anxiety and fears of rotten, moldy, or otherwise bad food, and only ate in the first place because he feels a large amount of guilt for killing Grian and felt like he deserved it). The next morning, Joel returns to the site of Grian's death and retrieves his bag, weapons, and general equipment. Jim and Joel spend one more day in their hidy hole before heading out again.

They wander for maybe two weeks (possibly running into Martyn again, highly likely he's with Ren now) until Jimmy gets sick. Not sick with the whatever made the zombies zombies, just some general flu/cold type thing. Joel gets overprotective and breaks out the masks and stuff they still carry from when they thought the infection was something else. They decide that this is a good chance to get their radio set up and try to listen for any updates, and about five days pass until something happens.

Joel is outside when the broadcast happens, but he hears Jimmy scream- he runs back in, and finds Jimmy so panicked he is unable to speak, and attempting to turn off the radio only makes it worse. So, Joel waits- and eventually they pick up a signal again. A news broadcast, confirming the announcement from the government that they are going to drop a nuke on the city in order to halt the infection, in 17 days time, at sunset.

They take a couple more days to get Jimmy properly recovered, and then begin to work their way out of the city. However, their are more zombies then ever, and by the time the final day rolls around, they have only made it to where their old apartment building was. So, they decide to go up, and hang out on the roof until sunset.

(This is where it gets gay)

they're both crying, and tell each other how much they mean to them, and then kiss. Wahoo. It's very emotional don't worry. Anyway they stand on the edge of the building as the sun starts setting, and Joel confesses that's he scared of dying like this. And then they decide to jump.

... there's a lot of build up please believe me when I say this I just don't wanna write a novel here.

anyway yeah. The bomb drops, but they're both dead already. The end of this story is around late September.

All of the dates I gave here are rough estimates! There's definitely time periods that are not going to be written in full detail, and I need to get better at spacing things out, but this works and it's fine. Anyway I'm very glad I got this written out because!!!! I have a basis now!!!!!

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It's amazing how in after 170+ chapters at Dandadan, we still don't know jackshit about the main characters' lives like we know more about the supporting cast and even one off side characters too, The only things we know that Okarun do has a home at least (he goes home when he and Momo initially assumed they both got rid of Turbo Granny's curse earlier on) and Momo's parents are gone,

Yeah it's kinda wild that, bsckstory wise, I could tell you more about Rin than I could really say anything about Momo and Okarun.

Which, at least we know a decent amount about Momo, her home, family, and her home life. For her, her parents are the biggest question mark.

Okarun we really have nothing on. Nothing on home, family, or home life. Yeah we know he has one, and we know he can't keep Hana with him, which either means he doesn't live alone, he has nosy neighbors, or too little space for her. I think it's a safe guess to suspect he comes from a household of neglect and that home doesn't feel like home, especially as he wanted to get abducted even as a kid.

Which, yeah it's a little odd to be so far along and show backstories of other characters and not so with the two leads.

It could be a take that it just doesn't matter.

Or it could be it's being saved for later.

Like Seiko’s history I think would be a good moment to see her child and Momo’s parents, and how she got guardianship of Momo.

Okarun I don't know when we would. Maybe his family could play an important part in the future? Maybe it's future angst? Maybe it's all chill and we're overthinking/expecting sad circumstances.

We're just going to have to see as the manga continues but it is odd.

[crappy-writings]

Agatha All Along | Agatha Harkness

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No Going Back |

Summary: “An incurable illness plagues you, something one of a kind that has never been seen before. It corrupts magic, leaving you unable to use your powers without risking death or worse. Someone wants all of your unused power themselves, and a reluctant Agatha Harkness is convinced to keep you safe after some bribing.”

Work by: @harksness

Witches road | Part 2

Summary: “Agatha seeks a coven to walk the witches path. Yet there is one name on the list, she had not thought about for a very long time. With no other faith, she follows a familiar to the darkest hour.”

Work by: @frost-queen

“A Witch’s Bargain” |

Summary: “Once you find out a witch as infamous and powerful as Agatha is seeking you out you decide to go to her before she can pull one over on you; an attempt was made.”

Work by: @apocalypse-shuffle

Ivy | Angst/Fluff

Summary: “you and Agatha strike up a friendship over your shared love of books, but soon the two of you can’t ignore your love for each other.”

Powerful Woman |

Work(s) by: @ifnotlovepersevering

we wave goodbye at moons shine. | Angst

Work by: @tearsucry

Unraveling | Fluff

Summary: “For the past three years, Agatha was trapped under the Scarlet Witch’s spell. Trapped in her own mind to play the character of Agnes, the nosy neighbor. But even then she was able to find some sort of happiness, you. At some point, you always found yourself at her house, talking or just watching tv together and in Agatha’s mind it became a romantic comedy where you were her love interest. It was such a refresher after the nightmares of her past she had every night. Then came the day the spell was suddenly lifted. Agatha had finally come to her senses. She had fallen in love again after all these years but were you even real? She had no sense of what was real or fake.”

Work by: @dmysterioblog

don't wanna leave you anymore | Fluff/Angst

Summary: “wanda stole your powers too, three years ago. while it was a curse for agatha, it was a boon for you. as a divination witch with powerful clairvoyance, it wasn't uncommon for you to be troubled by spirits. so nothing can make you change this mundane life you adopted. so what happens when she attempts to convince you to have another shot at the road?”

Work by: @vidals-harkness

I deserved it | Angst

Work by: @annie-creates

Brewing Potions |

Summary: “Spending the late hours of the day helping Agatha brew up what she'd call a "love potion"”

Work by: @sleeepybeary

COZY & SPOOKY |

Work by: @ariascoven

Last Updated: December 26, 2024

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

i'm at his and he's at mine

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pairing: neighbor! seungkwan x gn! reader

↬ tags: no established relationship, hottienextdoor! seungkwan, idk if seungkwan can cook for the life of him but for this purpose he can, no fixed job for both seungkwan and reader, reader has time-blindness and is mentioned to be untidy fr, for all my lovely readers out there do take care of yourself <3

summary: when your nosy neighbor barges in to check on you after a day of silence, unexpected feelings simmer beneath the surface as he cares for you in ways you never expected

word count: 945 words

the sound of the door banging startled you out from your focus. eyebrows furrowing, you lowered the volume of the music blasting through your headphones and approached the door.

you swung the door wide open, only to come face to face with your neighbor, seungkwan, who was huffing and puffing away. he was clad in his work clothes, however his hair was unkempt and tie askew. surprised by his sudden appearance, you hesitantly greet him.

"um...hi?"

"are you okay?!" he roughly grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you in the process. seungkwan lightly pats your sides as if to check for any injuries despite the confusion written all over your face. you lightly brushed his searching hands away, fingers deftly tightening his tie for him, "if you're going to work you shouldn't be dressed so messily."

"are you even hearing yourself right now?"

he finally lets you go, pulling your headphones away before showing you the text messages from him to you. truth be told, you hadn't realized how quickly the day passed when you were absorbed in the project tasked to you.

seungkwan must have been waiting very anxiously for your texts.

"you hadn't replied all day! and look what time is it now!" he points to the phone screen and you squinted sheepishly, "oh, 8pm? that's quite late already...i thought you about to leaving for work..."

"that's quite late?? do you know what time it is? it's been a million years since i texted you this morning!" despite his childish outburst, you knew seungkwan was worried by your lack of reply. you hung your head in shame as he continues to sulk, "any longer and i would have called the police and an ambulance to your unit!"

"i'm sorry...i've been so caught up with something." you vaguely waved your hand behind you, not bothering to hide the mess your house is in.

"another 'something' again! maybe i should give you 'some thing' to do the next time i have to get your attention!" he makes a face, crossing his arms in front of him, "you didn't respond to me after that, nor did you pick up my calls. i thought you were in trouble!"

he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply, "so you aren't hurt or anything, right?" you shook your head, but your stomach decided to betray you by growling as loud as it possibly could.

"what about your meals?" you rubbed your eyes, your body unconsciously relaxing around seungkwan, "i've reheated it a few times already. i think it's still in the microwave...?" he makes a disapproving noise and entered your house, kicking his shoes aside.

you watched as he slipped on his assigned house slippers and made himself at home in your kitchen, flooding your entire unit with bright lights with every switch flicked on. it wasn't a strange sight to see him in your unit, yet somehow your heart races at the sight of him moving around your living space like the back of his hand.

"have you just been working in the dark? that's not good for your eyes." his initial scolding gave way to caring reminders and you nod your head, "i know. i was just relying on my study lamp." seungkwan flings the curtains open, letting fresh air into your stuffy place, "your dingy place needs more upkeeping." you recall his minimalist and homey space just across yours and you wince, "yeah i know."

he took a look at your measly portion of food and tosses it into the bin. "hey! that was edible!" you protested, arms crossing in front of your chest.

"it's stale dummy. i'll make you something to eat. it's a good thing sometimes i stock up various groceries in your fridge." you suppress a smile at that small yet significant fact. seungkwan's over at yours to eat because he complains about the position of his kitchen causes the space to smell like food for days, and you're over at his to play games and chill.

the sound of the utensils clinking against the pot pulls you out of your thoughts and you watch him as he bustles around the kitchen, "about today, i'm really sorry that i made you worry a lot and wait for my messages."

he twists his head to look at you, hands still stirring the pot before him, "you made me wait a long while, you know?" you pouted, "yeah, i'm so-"

"an apology isn't going to save you when your body gives out on you. next time just text me, call me or whatever. wherever you are, whenever you can, because if it's you i can wait." the sincerity lacing his voice caused your heart to skip a beat.

"okay."

comfortable silence filled the air as you did a little bit more work while he busied himself with making another portion for himself. you don't catch the way he glances at you once in a while, making sure you were okay.

seungkwan set up the table for you (not forgetting to comment at the state of it) and you realized somehow he has managed to tidy up your living room.

you thanked him bashfully, "i'm glad i have you as my neighbor. my mom would have my head if she saw the state i live in. wait what is that smell? what did you cook?" you sniffed the air curiously, body driven by hunger and moving towards him.

"soybean stew." seungkwan presents the steaming bowl of soup to you, completed with a side of instant steamed rice (courtesy of you favoring instant foods).

"i want something fried and spicy though..."

"just be grateful eat it!"

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