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Game On! | Bloodily Safe 2

synopsis ► ❝ there has not been a single uninteresting moment since you have started living with wonwoo. as halloween rolls around, things only get more riveting. ❞

pairing ► psycho!Wonwoo x fem!reader

warnings ► ghost face kink, scream movie references, sir kink, degradation, choking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, rough sex, breast play, serious knife play (I won't spoil the details but there is no cutting or marking), implications of violence, blood.

word count ► 6k

Now playing ▶ Mind Games - Sickick

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The raindrops hit the glass of the bedroom window, creating this steady white noise that lulls in deep slumber. Occasionally, you hear the thunder rumble and strike far away, lighting the sky with a beautiful but dangerous flash of purple.

The silk sheets feel comfortable against your naked skin but what is more comfortable is the weight and warmth on top of you, something so special no blanket can ever mimic.

It is Wonwoo.

He rests his head against the crook of your neck while lying entirely on top of you and even though at first you thought you were going to suffocate and almost die, it has been weirdly comfortable so far. After an intense session of fucking he has simply passed out on top of you which is a bit unlikely but you don't mind; you get to admire his beautiful face up close and touch his soft, silky mesh of hair.

Which you are currently doing.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads one in the morning but you cannot fall asleep. With a soft sigh, you gently try to move him down from your body and almost become successful as you manage to lay him on his side. However, just when you are about to roll out of bed, an arm wraps around your waist and tugs you back.

"Ah!"

"Where are you sneaking off to, hmm?" His sleepy voice is a treat, an orgasm for your ears. Wonwoo's voice has always been one of the biggest reasons behind your attraction to him but his sleep-ridden voice? You are confirmed no sound in this world can top that.

"I need to pee." You whisper. He grunts behind you, only gripping you tighter and pulling you towards him as he spoons you from behind.

A gentle smile plays on your lips, feeling a sort of childish glee at his attitude. In the span of the last six months that you have been with Wonwoo, you have noticed a drastic change in him compared to when you first met him.

Your new beginning started when you moved in with him a few weeks after the accident with Jacob, after a lot of pestering from Wonwoo. He argued that you would be safer with him and he will rest easy knowing you were not going to run to the police the first chance you get. Which you would never do, of course, and you knew he said it as a joke only, a farce really, to hide the fact that he just wants you around him 24/7.

The same went for you so you agreed quite easily. After all, Wonwoo isn't the only crazy person in this relationship. You are equally obsessed with him and even though, you were never a possessive person, after meeting Wonwoo you have surely become one.

Good thing your possessiveness only turns him on.

As your cohabitation started, you found a cuter side, you dare say, of Wonwoo who only appears in the comfort of your own home (his house basically), especially after you have sex, very much like the one cuddling you right now. He is still as possessive as ever, his dark aura never changing and you are equally obsessed with that part of him as the rest.

Not to mention, you have found out more interesting and frankly shocking things about him as well. Like the fact that he is a very popular online gamer and he did not feel the need to mention that to you. You found that out about a month into your relationship when you decided to accompany one of his gaming sessions. Sure, you knew he loved gaming but you didn't know he was a professional streamer with two million subscribers. The vivid shock on your face when you realized that was embarrassing for sure.

Similar to the other time when he casually dropped another mind boggling secret on you like a bomb one day.

The fact that he was actually adopted.

The information had you dumbstruck when you were doing an assignment with him at his place and he casually mentioned that his mother was visiting him next week.

"What the hell, Wonwoo?" You had yelled. "Why did you not tell me that before?"

"It slipped my mind, cherry." He replied, unbothered as ever, his eyes trailing down to your chest, your cleavage visible due to the low cut top. "I'm telling you now. Besides, why are you getting so anxious? It is not like you are going to ask permission from my mother to marry me."

His response made you blush which was exactly what he had aimed and just like that, and a few tantalizing touches, you could not stay mad at him.

All the time that you have known him, he never gave indication that he had parents. His loneliness and broody nature made everyone assume that he was alone. Even in highschool whenever you saw him come to or leave school, he was always alone. Word went around that he lived with an uncle of his but it all turns out to be rumors.

True to his words, the next week his mom came to visit him and you tried your best to leave a good impression.

His mother was the epitome of elegance, soft spoken but bright, and as far as you could tell and her positiveness and welcoming behaviour gave you the impression that she liked you.

You had spent quite some time chatting with her on one and came to know how she and her husband adopted Wonwoo when he was fourteen. They now lived abroad due to his profession but they visit every now and then so you knew you would be seeing them around. And you were glad for that because after all, they gave Wonwoo a new life, a home, and a family, which you are grateful for.

Among other things, your mother's treatment was also completed successfully last month as the doctor's released her with a clean bill of health. There was yet another shock waiting for you here, striking you like a bolt of lightning when you found out that Wonwoo had taken care of all of your mother's hospital fees.

It was completely unexpected and unlike him and even though you tried to give him the money back in instalments, every time you remotely mentioned that he would shut you up with a kiss. He reasoned that he did not want you doing cams anymore just to earn money and paired with the earnings from his channel and his inheritance, he had plenty to his name.

And you didn't disagree with him entirely. After the incident with Jacob, you developed a dislike towards live streaming and it is your guess that Wonwoo noted it down when you expressed that concern to him randomly in one of your late night talks. So for now, you have kept your live streaming on hold with a message pinned on your webpage saying that you are on a leave.

Quite honestly, you do not really plan on going back to it because you have scored a position for internship at a clinic with a decent salary. However, there is a tiny itch in the back of your brain that feels unsatisfied to leave your page like that.

You have the urge to do one final livestream to put a complete end to this chapter and say goodbye. It is daunting, yes, and you are not even quite sure what to do in your last livestream, which is why you have been putting this idea on hold for a while.

However, the next morning, you voice out your thoughts to your boyfriend. "Wonwoo?"

"Hmm?" He replies, his eyes focused on the computer screen as he edits a video for his channel.

"I want to do a livestream. One last time."

Your words make him turn his head as he regards you in silence, his expression unreadable.

Why do you feel so nervous all of a sudden?

"I want to close this chapter of my life properly you know, not just end it like this, abruptly."

For a long time, he remains mute before asking. "What do you have in mind?"

Wow!

"I honestly don't know yet." You confess shyly. He hums, his gaze becoming unfocused as he seems to ponder a while before speaking. "What if I join you?"

"What!"

He smiles. "I would wear a mask like you and you would introduce me as your boyfriend and I'd fuck you in front of the camera. Quite a way it would be to end it, no?" He says it like it's the most casual thing ever while you feel your entire body heat up, tingles shooting down your spine, just the thought of the act making your toes curl.

Of course, your reaction does not go unnoticed by him.

"You seem to really like it, little cherry," he grins, getting up from his chair and strolling over to you. As he comes closer you shift backwards until your back meets the mattress and he almost jumps on top of you, caging you underneath him with his arms around you. "Tell me, do you like the idea?" His mouth hovers on your jaw and your neck, his breaths warming your skin as he runs his nose against your sensitive flesh.

You can only nod, your body twitching underneath him, begging him to touch you.

"Words, girl."

"Yes. I love the idea."

He grins, victorious, predatory. "Good. We just need to fix a date then."

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Later that night, you sit in front of your laptop, the light illuminating your face as your cursor hovers over the publish button. Inhaling a shaky breath, you finally press it before your mind runs rampant.

Hello everyone! Sorry for being inactive for a while. I would like to announce with a heavy heart that I have decided to close this account as I start a new chapter in my life. Thank you all so much for supporting me until now and as my last form of gratitude, I am here to tell you that I will be coming on live on the 31st October for the very last time.

Be sure to tune in because it will be very special and unlike something I have done before!

After some discussion with Wonwoo, you two had selected 31st October as the date for the live. Mainly because Wonwoo insisted on that day, promising you that since it is Halloween, he will make it extra special and spooky.

It does not take a genius to understand that there will be constumes involved. You aren't really concerned about what you will be wearing but as the days slowly drag by, you go out of your mind, trying to figure out what Wonwoo will be wearing as he continues to tease you, keeping the suspense. No matter how much you beg, plead, or tease him he gives away nothing and you are driven to the cliff of your impatience.

Torturing you further, when the packages containing the costumes arrive the day before the live, Wonwoo takes his sweet time opening them in his gaming room with the door shut before he stores them in the storeroom, pocketing the key with a cheeky smile.

You watch him with a pout. "Oh come on, Wonwoo! At least give me a hint for your constume!"

He smiles cheekily, slowly walking towards you as you stand next to the kitchen counter and traps you between his arms, leaning towards you to press a tantalising kiss on your neck.

"Stop distracting me," you complain as a soft sigh escapes your lips.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

You shake your head eagerly.

He watches you, amused, before finally taking a little bit of pity on you. "Okay, here's your clue. What's your favourite scary movie?"

Immediately, your breath hitches, goosebumps prickling your skin as you watch Wonwoo with wide eyes, a hint of heat blooming in your face.

Oh. My. God.

He is going to be Ghostface!

Wownoo's eyes glint at your reaction, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk as he presses a kiss on your jaw, picks up the keys to his bike from behind you and casually walks away, humming a tune.

Even after he is gone, you stay rooted to your spot, stunned but excited at what he has in store for you.

You are giddy that he took special note of your liking to the scream movie franchise. He had watched it before but after a random discussion about your favorite horror and slasher movies, you excitedly told him how much you loved that series and from then on, he had taken a liking to it as well. Now, Scream movies are a staple of your movie nights, especially the nights when you are in the mood for something freaky.

But Wonwoo as Ghostface?

Holy shit.

You have no shame in admitting that you have imagined him as Ghostface a time or two.

Does that man know how to read minds?

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Dressed in your angel costume consisting of a frilly white lacy bra and panties, a halo headband and angel wings, you finish setting up the camera and light before picking up your phone to see if there's any further update from Wonwoo. He last texted you to let you know that he would be a bit late coming from university as he had some things to finish up.

He asked you to text him before you are going to start the live, with a promise that he would be home within 10 to 15 minutes after that. Taking a deep, nerve-wracking breath you let him know that you are about to start.

Your fingers hover over the start button on your laptop for a while, your nerves making you shaky.

Fuck it.

Pressing the start button, you hold your breath and watch as seconds pass and the viewers start pouring in. Within two minutes you almost have five thousand viewers who are flooding the chat box asking where you have been or complimenting your look.

With a smile, that comes quite naturally, you greet them. "Hello, my lovely viewers! It has been so long, right?" You respond to a few comments in between before continuing. "As we all know, today is Halloween and today's live is Halloween themed as well. I have saved the best for my last live so stick around because there's plenty of surprises tonight."

Your eyes skim over the comments flying by rapidly while donations start pouring in with the increase of viewers. You chat with your viewers for a bit more, unsure if you should just get right into it without Wonwoo, as he is taking quite longer than you expected.

Right at that time, your phone's screen lights up and you see Wonwoo's message.

"You are looking absolutely ravishing, little cherry. I will be home in five minutes. Why don't you tell your viewers a bit about me now, so that they don't get worried when Ghostface comes and blows your back out."

The text leaves your throat dry, pooling heated lava in your belly as you try to swallow and form your next words as you look back into the camera. "So! Let me get into the fun part. Today my boyfriend will be joining me as well and he has promised to do all sorts of dirty things on camera with me."

Your face has heated up by now as you continue. "And the best part? He will be wearing a costume. You guys wanna take a guess?"

Your eyes scan the comments as people excitedly leave their guesses, most of them wrong. You smile. "I see a few people got it right. Those who said Ghostface, you got that absolutely right! I love the Scream movies and tonight I will have my very own Ghostface. He—" You stop as you hear the faint beep of the front door of the house opening.

"Guys, he's here!" You don't even care to hide your excitement as you almost jump off of your bed, moving outside the view of the camera and take a deep breath as your hand reaches for the doorknob of the bedroom. You hear the footsteps getting closer on the other side and with a swallow, you pull the door open.

And half a second later, he appears. Ghostface.

Well, Wonwoo.

Your man is wearing the mask, covering his entire face and he even got a black cloak to complete the ensemble. It only gets better as your eyes lay on the leather gloves covering his hands and the black commando boots on his feet.

Wonwoo's hands reach into his pockets to pull out his phone, wallet and keys as he takes one slow step into the room while you take one back.

"Hi," you whisper as he sets the items down on the dresser before pulling you by your waist and taking off his mask to capture your lips in a fierce brutal kiss. Your body goes jelly as your hands come to hold his neck, kissing him like a starved woman as your panties grow damp.

"Fuck, I am going to ravish you tonight, angel." He promises, his voice deep, the look in his eyes dark and menacing and you cannot wait for him to keep his words.

"Please do," you reply and he smirks before pulling the mask down.

"Get ready to get fucked by Ghostface, my cherry." He orders the next moment, shoving you towards the bed and after a second push, you land on the mattress on your back as he crawls over you before turning his face towards the camera, tilting his head in the standard Ghostface fashion as he lets the viewers take a good look at him.

The comments along with the donations go crazy right after he appears on the screen. You watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move as he turns back to face you, his face unreadable due to that mask, his body a tempting blend of dark danger and desire.

Wonwoo abruptly tugs you up by grabbing your wrist, before shuffling off the bed so that you can come in front and be within the main focus of the camera. He moves behind you, kneeling on the bed but his form still towering over you as you sit with your legs open, back slightly arched. Wonwoo's hand roughly comes to grab your jaw and force you to look at the lens, making your breath stutter as he whispers in your ear, his voice muffled underneath the mask. "Open your legs, cherry. Wider."

With a swallow, you do so, as your sex comes into view, covered with the very tiny strip of fabric of your underwear which already has a light patch of wetness. Wonwoo's leather-clad fingers dance on your neck, before trailing downward, hovering over your breasts and then your stomach before reaching your pussy as without any warning, he pushes the tiny fabric of your underwear beside and slips one finger in.

"Fuck!" You jolt, your body rising from the bed but Wonwoo forces you down by grabbing your throat.

Your brain short-circuits, the feeling of leather deep inside you something unimaginably pleasing and arousing. Your hazy eyes land on the computer screen where you watch Wonwoo finger fuck you and your hips chasing him back with equal passion.

One finger becomes two inside you as he gradually builds his pace which is in tandem with the breathy moans coming out of you. By the time he has inserted the third finger, his grip on your throat is tighter, enough to make your lungs overwork for air as you try your best not to call out his name. Instead you yell his title for tonight, that you two fixed earlier.

"Sir! Please, sir! More!"

"You want to come, little cherry?" His voice is much deeper because of the mask and it is doing things to you. You can feel your pussy clench and unclench around his digits as a shiver runs down your spine.

"Yes, yes! Please!"

"Are you close?" There's a hint of mockery in his voice as he curls his fingers deep inside you and gives the slightest brush against your clit that makes your body shake. "Fuck! Right there!"

The orgasm builds and builds, the sweet taste of release dancing on your tongue. Wonwoo seems to have figured it out because just as you are about to fall into the well of bliss, he pulls out all his fingers leaving your pussy achingly gaping.

"No! Please!" You beg in protest as tears come to your eyes, body slumping forwards onto the bed, trying to catch your breath as you feel your orgasm painfully ebb away. But Wonwoo doesn't let you catch your breath. He grabs your hair and tugs you back roughly to bring you back into the view before shoving his fingers inside your mouth.

Your taste combined with leather is a pure erotic bliss on your tongue, making you suck eagerly on his fingers as you feel more wetness leak out of you.

You are about to start begging for more as he retracts his fingers from your mouth but you stop when you see his hand move to his back, looking for something underneath his cloak.

Your breath stutters when you see him pull out a stiletto knife and waving it in front of the camera, his movements teasing as you watch the blade glimmer dangerously underneath the soft lights. However, the main cause of your panic is the tint of red on the blade, the appearance of the crimson a bit too akin to real blood.

The image is scary but equally erotic for your fucked up, lust hazed brain.

He really thought this through, huh.

You don't get to dwell on it for too long because the next moment, the knife is against your throat, the tip dancing next to your sensitive flesh as you swallow. For a splinter of a second, you are scared, your hands reaching behind to grab his cloak tightly but then he whispers, "Easy, cherry."

And you relax as much as possible while he drags the tip of the knife down from your throat and between your breasts, teasing your skin all the while but not breaking it. It is dangerous and erotic, an addictive combination of two which renders you helpless as you simply watch him play with the knife and you while your breath comes in short pants.

The blade slices the lace right between the cups of your bra, easily tearing it into two and revealing your breasts to the camera. You don't have time to be shy because Wonwoo moves the knife towards your nipple, teasing the hard bud with soft pokes that make you whimper pathetically.

"Are you wet, little cherry?" He whispers in your ear and you can only nod, hypnotized by the way the blade looks moving against your skin.

"Touch your pussy." He commands and you immediately do so, dipping your index and middle finger into your pussy before pulling them out to show him the wetness coating them.

"Good girl. Suck them clean."

Once again, you are a mere puppet of his words, eagerly doing as you are told while he moves the knife away from your breasts, doing down and down until he reaches your panties, leaving trails of red on your skin. There, he drags the sharp tip up and down on the skin of your right thigh, before hooking it underneath the lace of your panties and tugging it open with a clean slice. You watch with bated breath as he does the same on the left side, before leaving you completely bare.

"Lean against me." He commands as he throws the scraps of your lingerie away on the floor. You lean back, resting your weight against him and sit in a position with your thighs parted that gives a clear view of your pussy to the camera and easy access to Wonwoo.

"You want to come, right? Let's see if you can come from this," His tone is challenging and you wonder what he is talking about. Good for you, you don't have to think too long because the next moment, he inserts the butt of the knife in your core.

"Oh my god! Fuck!" You shriek, surprised, embarrassed, stunned.

Wonwoo's hand has a firm grip on your stomach, holding your body flat against his as he pushes the butt of the knife inside you, not even an inch deep but the filthy and perilous act makes your breath hitch, a brand new wave of arousal hitting you, something you have never felt before.

The most embarrassing part is how wet you are and how easily the handle moves inside you, slick noises coming out to echo in the air. You completely forget that you are in front of a camera, as your mind travels to your desires filthiest swamp, making you forget about the time and place as you can only feel the sensation of the knife fucking you open while Wonwoo's body cradles you.

You throw your head back in pleasure, eyes falling closed as a continuous string of sirs slur out of your mouth and embarrassingly quick, you reach your release.

Wonwoo is kind enough to let you savour your release this time, as he holds you tighter and fucks you harder all through your high which triggers another orgasm for you. Your entire body shakes with the force of the second orgasm, your mind completely blanking out as the sweetest feeling of euphoria washes over you.

For a moment, you feel nothing physically, just a sensation of bliss growing in your chest. Wonwoo lets you catch your breath for a moment and when you start to drift back to yourself you realize the knife has been discarded on the floor and Wonwoo is moving you himself, manhandling you into the position he wants.

You are on all fours, your back arched as Wonwoo digs his fingers into your hip bone, placing you in the perfect position for him to slide inside easily. Your mouth remains open slightly, watching through the screen as Wonwoo unzips his leather pants and pulls out his cock. He is hard, the tip of his cock shining with precum, veins visible underneath the soft lights.

His tips prods at your sopping entrance and before you can take a deep breath to recollect yourself, he slides in, fully, effortlessly, eliciting a breathy gasp from you.

The feeling of fullness overwhelms you, making you shudder as he hits the most sensitive spot inside you.

"Oh fuck, sir—"

"Be quiet, slut." Wonwoo's hand moves to cover your mouth as he tugs your hair, making your head fall back while he increases his pace. Even though his hand covers your mouth, muffled whines come out of you, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly, similar to the way his fingers dig into your ass cheeks as you stare at the ceiling while gladly taking what he gives you.

And before too long, you hear soft, all too familiar grunts from Wonwoo and you know he's about to come. Wanting to make it quicker, you purposefully clench around him which wrests a loud groan from him, making you smile cheekily.

Of course, Wonwoo doesn't miss it and punishes you with a slap on your ass which you gladly receive as a reward. A sharp couple of thrusts later, you feel him release inside you and the warmth of his seed filling you up makes you whine as you grind your hips back. "Sir, please! I wanna come!"

Wonwoo's response is to shove your face down to the bed, smothering your face into the sheets as he takes a few deep breaths before thrusting back inside you with more vigor. The bed softly shakes with each thrust as you lie there limp, pleased to accept his every delicious inch.

His pace is powerful, maddening, teasing you as you hover over the precipice of your orgasm until you fall, when he leans to whisper in your ear, "Touch your cunt for me."

Immediately, your find flies to your clit as you frantically rub yourself while his hands tighten on your neck, hard enough to leave marks that you await to see eagerly. And that is enough to make you fall into the euphoria of release as your orgasm washes over you like roaring waves, making your body quake as your eyes roll to the back of your head. One of Wonwoo's hands crawl down to your center, batting your hand away from your pussy so that he can pinch your swollen bud between his thumb and index finger.

Which prompts you to do something you have never done before.

You squirt.

Jets of wetness fly out of you as you clench around Wonwoo on and off, your body slumping over in complete bliss and exhaustion as you obscurely feel Wonwoo come inside you.

The next few moments are hazy as you feel the vague warmth of Wonwoo around you before he shuffles around, followed by his voice which is directed at the camera, you think. When you finally, fully or half fully regain your consciousness, you see the live has ended with a whopping number of 1.5 million viewers, your highest ever. Your wide eyes are about to bulge out of your sockets when you see the amount of money you have earned.

"Holy shit." You breathe.

"Indeed." Wonwoo's voice reverberates from behind you, making you turn your head to find him sitting, leaning against the bed frame with one hand resting on his knee. Despite the mask still covering his face, you know his gaze is trained on your fully naked form, especially between your legs where you feel his warm release drop out. With a shy grin, you sit up and crawl towards him, positioning yourself comfortably on his lap, his cool leather pants bringing comfort to your heated skin.

You gently pry his mask off and your boyfriend's gorgeous face comes into view, those sharp fox like eyes watching you in a fervid gaze. You cannot stop yourself from running a hand through his messy hair, the strands soft against your fingertips, trying to smooth it down as you gingerly move to kiss his lips.

He tastes addictive, making you burn with a new dose of lust and longing as his hands come to hold your jaw brushing your hair out of your face.

"Still not satisfied?" He breathes against your mouth.

"Hmm, not for the night. How about a shower before round two?" You offer with a cheeky smile before jutting your chin the little traces of red on your chest and the cum seeping out of you.

"By the way, what was that red thing on the knife? It looked so much like real blood." You ask, resting your head against the crook of his neck and breathing in deeply. Wonwoo's arms come to wrap around your body, engulfing it in warmth as he rests his cheek on your head while you close your eyes feeling drowsy.

Due to the position, you cannot see the malicious smile on his lips when he whispers. "Something like that. Don't worry about it."

You hum sleepily while Wonwoo's eyes lazily fall on the knife, lying on the floor, the leftover specks of blood igniting a deep, depraved satisfaction within him.

Joshua had the balls to challenge him, threatening how he was going to expose him to you and everyone else and that was why Wonwoo left him alive.

It was the first time anyone had the audacity, the balls to challenge him. He was too amusing, too pitiful to be killed in one go. Besides, what he did could not be forgiven so easily.

No, Wonwoo was going to take his sweet sweet time with this heinous fucker because after what he did, a quick death is a mercy for him.

Wonwoo smiles when he remembers Joshua's forlorn face when he left him there as he bled, uttering the two words as he disappeared into the night.

"Game on!"

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A/N: This was basically me confessing my obsession towards Ghostface (he's hot okay?) But Wonwoo as Ghostface? Ugh, that is peak perfection. As always, if you liked this, don't forget to reblog, comment and share! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And happy Halloween to those who celebrate!

On a side note, there are a lot of despicable things happening in the world right now like g3nocid3 and ethn!c cleans!ng of millions of people in various parts of the world. Please take some time to educate yourself on these issues and spread the word. Thank you!

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ㅤ ㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 " 🎞️ Ⳋ

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝘼 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 .

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⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 ( What is aftercare like?, How attentive are you after the act? )

I am faithful to the fact that this man is quite careful in the aftercare, he asked you with a worried look if you were okay, he got up despite the tiredness of the day to bring you towels and cleaned you himself, he even brought you water to drink and then you He gives you a big hug, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. He is definitely the God of aftercare, being the great hidden mass that he is.

"I already told you, Tommy, I'm fine… It doesn't hurt at all, you can go to bed now, okay?" You murmured as you saw how your dear partner had no intention of going to bed next to you until he knew that you were really fine and in need of nothing, remaining sitting on the edge of the bed with a sheet around his waist. You were going to spend a lot of time trying to get your great man to sleep with you once and for all, simply a man's tenderness <3.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Definitely his arms and hands, he has worked hard for years to take care of and help his family, following the orders of Charlie and his mother, which is why he has quite formed and strong arms, and defined hands with a really firm grip, perfect to handle you gently but firmly when it comes to getting intimate with you, he loves to grab your waist and hips with his big hands watching how his arms tense.

Without a doubt, he would not know with certainty what his favorite part of your body is, for him you were perfect in his eyes, but if we talk about sexual relations, he would have nothing else to say (or think, rather) than his favorite part. it would be your thighs and breasts, for him they were so soft and kneadable, he could easily grab you and pick you up by the thighs (also the butt, eh) and bury himself while standing and cornering you against the wall, or put you in missionary or bondage press as he bent down and buried his face between your breasts, feeling their bounce, even after everything, laying down to sleep on them, he really loves them.

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⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (Basically anything that has to do with his cum)

God, he loves to cum inside you, I feel like he has a serious problem with parenting and the idea of starting a family with you in one way or another, but he doesn't complain when he cums on you, he likes to show off how adorable you look with all his sperm will be on his stomach if it comes out before he comes, on your chest if you give him a Russian, on your face if you decide to give him a blowjob, or on your butt and back if he takes you from behind. The mere idea that you are dirty with semen and full of his children drives him crazy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (This is self-explanatory, a dirty secret he has regarding you or his sex life)

He, although it may not seem like it, would have a small fantasy of being able to take you in the kitchen or even on the porch of the house when there are only the two of you, taking the risk of someone seeing you, obviously it would never last that long, he doesn't want anyone of his family to see them, much less Charlie, but still, he would like to try something risky with you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How much experience do you have? Do you know what you are doing when doing it?)

I think it is obvious that Thomas has no experience in either a love relationship or sexual relationships, no one ever took him into account due to his illness and he was always rejected, that's why when you arrived, he was a first-class inexperience. hand, without knowing what a relationship of loving affection beyond the family was like, much less when it came to being intimate with you. In case they had a little experience, or a lot, no matter how sad they feel that they were not the first, they would ask you with their eyes to teach them some things to satisfy you the way you like, getting you a big surprise when they did the I work in a much better way than you imagined, but if you don't have experience in that either and you are a virgin, get ready for an extraordinary and slow night, with truly loving looks and concerned about your well-being and pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (This doesn't require much explanation either.)

As I mentioned before, he has a serious reproductive problem, so he would definitely love the mating press, but he also doesn't rule out wanting to take you from behind in a doggy style position, where he would raise your hips to prevent his sperm from coming out of you. , you will definitely hear him let out even the occasional gasp and grunt of pleasure in either of these two positions, making you enjoy it more than normal.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (How serious is it? Do you take it with humor? etc.)

By not talking (either because he doesn't like it, he's not used to it, or he just refuses to do it) I don't think this big boy is a joker when it comes to being with you like that, he wouldn't be able to make fun of you in a situation like this, although there are times when he gets on your nerves by not letting you come or touching you slowly, nothing beyond that. He takes sexual relations very seriously, since when he started having them, he began to have more confidence in himself and with you, so he would be very serious and formal about that topic.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (How arranged is it? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Thomas would be very traditional about that, and even more so because he grew up with his Uncle Charlie and his mother, who were very devoted to long-standing stereotypes, telling him that it is okay for men to have body and pubic hair, and which was much more 'masculine'. But still, when he met you he tried to keep himself more clean and careful, although he couldn't do anything about his skin, if he could start with his hair, thinking that you might dislike him, but he started to be less strict about the subject when you told him that You didn't care much about that topic and that you didn't dislike it, so don't be surprised that there are times where he has a lot of hair, or times where he is poorly cut in an attempt to have groomed him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (How is it usually at the moment? Is it romantic or rude?)

Like I said, he takes this issue very seriously, and he cares a lot about you, but I never said he wasn't rude, God, of course he can be rude when he wants to do it that way, and even more so when he knows that you enjoy it enormously, but He always ends up pampering you and giving you affection as an apology and he would give you many touches on your neck, collarbones, face, and obviously lips, a really good combination.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (Masturbation headcanon.)

He's really patient and doesn't have that much (it's a lie, he really does have a lot) sexual desire, and he very rarely resorts to masturbation when he's really needy but you're not there or you can't or don't want to have intercourse at that moment for whatever reason. Then don't be surprised if you notice that Thomas is very embarrassed to look into your eyes after masturbating after having stolen a pair of your pretty panties and now they are in his basement wet because of him, he can't stand the shame that the fact gives him from thinking that he touched himself thinking about your beautiful body bouncing on him listening to your sounds of pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐊 = 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (Any kink he has.)

I already mentioned, he has a big problem with raising you, so it's no wonder he has a reproductive kink.

Also, if it happens, he would love the fact of seeing you swollen with his baby and your breasts now swollen and heavy with your milk, he will definitely have a lactation kink during and after your pregnancy, anything related to you being drives him totally crazy in pregnancy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Favorite place to do it.)

As I said, he would like to try one or another risk, like doing it in the kitchen, the porch, the barn or the bathroom with the door half open, but I can assure you that his favorite place without a doubt is his shared room, for him, having sex It is something very intimate and private (obviously) and it is something that he will always keep for himself and for you, he will not allow anyone to interrupt them or make comments about them and make you feel bad, which is not going to happen if The two of them are alone, despite their risky fantasy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (What motivates him? What sets it off?)

Due to his little experience and zero knowledge on the subject before meeting you, anything would make him hard, such as some lewd expression or sound that you made unconsciously, some revealing and tight outfit (like some tight yoga/exercise shorts or pants and even normal ) and obviously, advances from you during his day, he couldn't help but leave that aside while you shamelessly flirt with him or intentionally come on to him or move your hips more than you should unconsciously in those nice tight clothes, wait for him to suddenly interrupt both of your tasks or to be crushed at night before sleeping.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (Something I definitely wouldn't do.)

Hit you or degrade you (even if he doesn't speak), he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurts you even if you ask him to, he will immediately refuse if you tell him that you want him to suffocate you, slap you or hit you in any way, although he would give you an occasional spanking, nothing beyond that, would never make you feel bad or physically attack you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (Prefers giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is very embarrassed by the fact that you put his hardness in your mouth, but he will not refuse, he enjoys it enough to do it, he definitely likes to receive, but also to give, he rarely does it because he has to take off his mask to do it, and he's embarrassed to do it even in front of you, and thanks to that, he doesn't have much skill giving you oral, but when he does it, you can't deny that it feels like fucking heaven.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (Fast and hard? or Slow and sensual?)

A combination of the two, he loves to make you feel loved and cared for when he takes you slowly but deliciously, making both of you feel the moment in an extraordinarily detailed way, while he gives you wet and loving kisses all around, happy that you are whispering to him. how much you love and crave him, but then he will make you scream with excitement and pleasure when he has suddenly increased the rhythm, making you touch the sky when he repetitively hits that exact point, without a doubt, you love that the rhythm goes up and down, you will not hesitate in holding you against his back, scratching him and lightly pulling the curls of his hair, looking for some support so as not to faint.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (Does he like quickies? How often do they have them?)

God, he loves them like you have no idea, although he likes to take his time with you and spoil you in every way possible, quickies somehow make him get in an inexplicable way, it's indescribable to him when they have them in the middle of the day to They don't delay their tasks and he doesn't want anyone to catch them, he simply adores them.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Again, he has a 'guilty' fantasy of wanting to do it in an exposed place while no one is there, knowing that at some point someone from his family or a new missing victim could arrive and see them in the act, but like I said, he wants to keep everything to himself. That's for him, so try to be aware of any sound that comes from outside, or constantly look around and out the window to know if someone is coming or not, it would definitely be a good quick release for when you are alone and not There is a need for you to silence your sounds of happiness.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As I mentioned, he is a man who was working very hard for much of his life to be able to help his family in everything he could and was told, so this man developed a truly surprising resistance, if he can easily run with a heavy chainsaw on, Nothing prevents him from having several rounds with you after a long day full of stress and frustration, rule out the idea of having two rounds at most, because this man can last up to five rounds with only three minutes of rest in between.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I highly doubt that he has any toys, he does not have deep knowledge of sexual things, so if he found a dildo or vibrator that a victim had left in his suitcase or car, he would throw it away, he would be embarrassed when he saw the shape of these objects, apart from , for him it is more than enough to have you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (how much they like to tease?)

He doesn't do it, and not because he doesn't like it, but because he simply doesn't know how to provoke you without having an extreme nervous breakdown and a big blush starting to decorate his face, making him look so soft. Ultimately, if he wants some hard or soft intimacy with you, he will just grab you and take you to his room and do it.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Everyone knows that Thomas doesn't like to talk due to apparent trust issues, but no doubt when he's doing that with you, he won't be able to help but let out light gasps that contrast sharply with your loud moans. He is not very loud, since he is very shy, but when he starts to gain confidence, he will start to gasp and growl a little louder in your ear, he knows how much you enjoy hearing it, so he is not going to take away the privilege.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (a random headcanon for the character)

Although it may not seem like it, he loves to give you hickeys, especially on your chest, he loves to see how the next day when you come out from bathing and are going to change, he can see the reddish and purple marks of hickeys and light bites around your sensitive nipples and all over the circumference of your decorated breasts, you just look so adorable to him that he can't help but innocently leave love marks.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (What does he have under his pants?)

Well, a good 9 inches (just over 22 centimeters approximately) and quite thick, that says it all.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (How high is their sex drive?)

As I mentioned, Thomas has a high sexual desire after meeting you, simply when he has the opportunity to take you, he will do it, no matter what, he loves being with you in that intimate and special way, it is something addictive for him to be in such situations. situations, but if you don't want to, it can be controlled, but if you will have to deal with him with a prominent tent in his pants when he goes down to the basement.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (How quickly they fell asleep afterwards?)

First he will have to make sure that you lie down comfortably, without any sticky discomfort that prevents you from sleeping, without a dry throat or annoying sweat that does not allow you to rest as you should, without first making sure that both of you (but especially you) are comfortable and well to Being able to sleep is a real love.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▰ ▰ ✶ W��RLD EPISØDE FIN: WILL ⪨

ㅤㅤ➛ ㅤii.ㅤ WE KNOW 𒉽 park seonghwa❛ 𓇿

🥂̸̤ㅤㅤf2l, fluff ㅤ ✸ㅤfighting beside him has always been your special thing, but when feelings intervene?ㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤ w: kissing ㅤㅤ»ㅤㅤ wc: 2.1kㅤㅤ𠈔ㅤㅤ moodboard

❛ kissing after a convo, how we'll be better as friends. ❜

“Hongjoong, can’t handle rejection or what?” you speak in an annoyed tone as Seonghwa chuckles beside you.

“You and I both know very well, she isn’t rejecting his hand,” he tells you, his soft voice vibrating your ear and you slump your shoulders, frowning a little.

“Yeah I do, he has been visiting her at night, that lovesick boy,“ you tsk rolling your eyes and walking towards the base as Seonghwa follows suit. He giggles a little hearing your words about the captain but stops as soon as you glare back at him.

You and Seonghwa have known each other since Ateez started, in fact, you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were the founding stones. You had tumbled into one of their artifacts and when you saw two teenage boys of your age threatened to kill you for it you had laughed in their faces.

Like who are they trying to scare with that emo haircut and minion size?

And you already knew you had no one to return to at the orphanage so you made a deal to join them. You were more than surprised when they said “yes” and slinging your school bag over your shoulder you had followed them to their “base”, or basically a run-down apartment.

Now, you enter the shiny building, your real “base”, the one you three with the help of your other nine members have managed to build. You put down your guns and enter through the body scanner as Seonghwa follows suit.

You slip into your room and put on some clothes for the night. You can hear the commotion between Wooyoung and his sister outside and shake your head mentally at the siblings.

Sitting down on the soft bed you look through your phone and hear the door creak open. You look up and see Seonghwa standing there with his hands in his pockets. His black hair is slightly messy and he is wearing a loose sweater over some sweatpants. Your heart lightly speeds up at the sight.

There he is, your friend, looking like a total boyfriend material and here you are with your racing heart sitting on the bed blankly.

When did you start having a crush on Seonghwa?

Well, funny story. You in your teenage always liked the nerd type not the rebellious ones. And Seonghwa was a rebellious one, so you had laughed to your mind about crushing on him at the age of seventeen. You were doing well, too well, maybe. You both were the fighters and have always been beside each other, whether practicing or in the playing field. And it has been a special thing of you two.

Until your feelings intervened!

Suddenly laughing along with him and having midnight snacks didn’t seem like just a friend thing to do. Holding hands while coming back after a fight and throwing it up together like a WWE contest didn’t seem friendly anymore. He and you discussing firing strategies with San made you feel more.

He usually fixed your firing positions during practice since he has more experience but you knew you were down bad when you felt yourself craving more of his hands as they were in yours fixing it.

“Hello? Earth to y/n,” Seonghwa’s voice brings you back from your thoughts as you jolt lightly and look at him standing in front of you. He smiles lightly at your dazing state before plopping himself down on the bed sheets.

“Hey,” you exhale lightly and bring your duvet up to cover the both of you. “So what movie are we watching tonight?” you laugh lightly trying to ignore your pounding heart as he snuggles closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Just turn on something,” he whispers, placing his head on your shoulders as you type away on your laptop. You scroll through the choices before turning on a movie you feel like seeing and lean back to his arms.

The whole movie becomes a blur in your eyes as soon as it starts. You do not care about the movie, the main characters that are being shown, or the fight scene between the families. All you care about is you cuddling with Seonghwa, your bare feet on his ankles, and his light cologne that is infiltrating your senses.

Think straight, you scold your mind but that is all in vain as he tells something to you, his deep voice vibrating just against your ears. You nod absentmindedly and Seonghwa pauses the movie.

You look up scrunching your eyebrows and he says, “You look sleepy,” brushing a stray hair strand out of your eyes and carefully placing it behind your ear. You look into his eyes and see the sparkle in them and abruptly sit up.

This is getting out of hand.

You can’t fall in love with him.

His actions don’t mean anything and he is a natural at skin-ship. He just likes to take care of everybody so you know you mean nothing more to him than a friend.

And you are not going to let your stupid feelings ruin it.

“Why are you so shaken today?” he asks you getting increasingly concerned at your lost state. You shake your head softly before getting up from your bed and fixing your night-wear.

“Hwa, I am just tired, I will get some sleep,” you lie to him and he nods not probing further. He presses a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving and you sigh at yourself from defeat. Your heart defeats your rational mind. You are grateful Seonghwa has believed your lie though, you think.

Little do you know, he can always tell when you lie.

You get ready with your equipment and put on the overcoat to hide them well. Walking outside you are met with Yeosang in a sheer shirt and you cock your eyebrows in approval. In the usual and true Yeosang manner, he rolls his eyes before walking away and you laugh lightly walking towards the building center.

Seonghwa was already there in a black overcoat talking with Yunho and Hongjoong and San was playing around with his gun, even trying to bite it whenever possible so you left him to be himself. You walk towards your fellow ‘98 liners and greet them as Seonghwa casually drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“Slept well?” he asked his glistening eyes looking intently into yours and you could have stared at them forever. Yunho’s light cough brings you back to reality and you smile nodding a ‘yes’ and then look towards the digital map Hongjoong is showing. When did Yunho get here?

Normally, even with your feelings meddling, you would have paid attention to Hongjoong.

But all you can now think about is Seonghwa’s firm grip on your shoulder how he looks towards you as he asks you and how his beautiful face looks while pitching ideas with Hongjoong.

After a while Hongjoong and Seonghwa walk away, you frowning at the loss of his warmth and smell you love so much.

“God y/n, just fuck him already,” Yunho’s whisper makes you jump as you turn around to look at his baby face which is adorning a smirk. You glare at him but he pulls you aside and continues, “You two are so oblivious it hurts everyone here.”

“Are you out of your mind, Jeong Yunho? You know how Seonghwa is, he will ask this to a damned tortoise if it is within his sight after waking up,” you hiss out getting annoyed at how easily Yunho had caught you.

“Girl, you are tripping bad, Seonghwa likes you. You should have seen him when-“ his voice trails off and you turn around to see Seonghwa behind you.

“What new prank are you teaching her?” Seonghwa asks jokingly but Yunho is quick to catch the jealousy tinging in his tone. You? Not so much. You are just happy to be back in heaven, or rather, in Seonghwa’s arm which is around your torso.

Yunho shakes his head at you two and walks out not answering Seonghwa’s question as he screams a light ‘yah’ to warn the younger. Slowly he turns towards you and asks, “Movies tonight?”

“You know it,” you laugh out smiling brightly leaning back on his arms to look at him. Gosh, can he take your breath away or what?

Seonghwa comes in that night with a different vibe than usual. He has a small ponytail tied behind his head, bangs falling in front and covering his eyes slightly. He is wearing a leather jacket, black jeans and a pair of black sneakers. Usually, you would make fun of him with the all-black outfit but you are too busy staring now.

“Take a picture,” he grins and you come out of your trance glaring at him and praying that the dimly lit room doesn’t show your flustered face.

“Why are you here like this?” you ask eyeing him up and down pretending to judge but you are just shamelessly checking him out.

“Had a work with Hongjoong and didn’t get to change and then I saw I am already late,” he smiles at you, and again the stars in his eyes cloud your mind to be able to think straight.

A gorgeous face with a beautiful personality doesn’t help at all.

“Oh,” you murmur out suddenly feeling the air around you get hot as he dips beside you in the bed while you pick up your laptop from the corner and sit down beside him.

Or you were going to sit down.

Firmly placing his hands on your hips Seonghwa basically pulls you down on his lap as you let out a surprised yelp stiffing up when you sit down on his thighs.

Seeing your stiff state Seonghwa panics knowing he has done it wrong. He should have never done this, what was he even thinking about getting a “how you get a girl” class from Wooyoung? And actually applying it.

His hands abruptly leave your hips flailing around and you are frozen. You slide down beside him quietly and turn towards him just to see his red face fiddling with his hands.

You are not in any better state and look around quietly trying to look everywhere but at Seonghwa and relive the moment you just had.

Seonghwa speaks first saying, “Look, forget about that, I have no idea, what I was thinking.”

Your eyes flicker at him before you nod lightly and he sighs. Great, he has just ruined his friendship with the person he has been with so long. The rational part of his mind urges him to tell you the truth which can probably do some damage control.

“This was Wooyoung’s idea. He told me to do this the other day and I was so against it but he just went on and on about how oblivious I am and that maybe I should do something. But I didn’t know what to do and I was so confused and he told me to do this because apparently pulling someone down on your lap shows that you like the person and it was so stupid I-“ his rambles get cut off as you look at him and say, “You like me?”

Seonghwa starts rambling again, “Y-yeah I mean, yes, if you, I mean, don’t back, I mean, don’t lik-“You cut him off swiftly by placing your lips on his. Seonghwa takes some time to register that you are actually kissing him and he kisses you back, your soft lips moulding together in perfect harmony. His hands hold your cheeks and one of them holds your hip trying to steady your hovering form over him.

You move away but not before he slightly pecks you and you lose your balance and fall on him. You both start laughing at the ridiculous moment and Seonghwa wraps an arm around you pressing a light kiss on your lips again and endearingly looks at your face.

“Maybe, we should have told each other earlier,” he whispers and you curl up in his arms humming a ‘yes’ softly.

“Could have saved me all these times of pining over you,” he chuckles at your sentence and coo at the pout adorning your lips and you lean up to kiss him again once.

Finally, settling down, you snuggle into his arms and put out a weird question, “Should we tell the others or keep quiet?” Seonghwa looks at you with wide eyes and mischief plotting to stay quiet.

But before he can even form a sentence you can hear San scream, “We know,” from outside followed by Wooyoung’s hyena laugh. Only you both know how much teasing you guys will get from now on.

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☆.｡.:* 16. counter all your quick remarks ✍︎

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☆.｡.:* cruel summer

☆.｡.:* synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

ㅤ ╰ཱི ࣭ ࣪ ❁𝆬 ࣭ ྏ ࣭ ͘ ｡ ࣪ ✐ yntaylorsversion is interning! ̣ ࣪ ྌ

Your first day of your internship consisted of a woman with short purple hair monotonously showing you around the building, a quick but fairly knowledgeable tour about the place and a quick rundown of what you’d be doing. It was hard not to look at the place with some rose-colored glasses as you had dreamed of working at Yae’s Publishing house for a while now…. but in all honesty, it was just another big business similar to something of a workplace drama set.

The main thing that got you the internship with no prior experience in the publishing field was your streaming following. Deciding to use that for the best, you applied to be a social media intern and just like that, you were accepted. So, summer internship was in the bag! You wished to be editing and maybe writing books instead of planning posting schedules and submitting ideas for videos, could you really complain? It was all a part of putting your foot in the door!

Your mind wandered ever so slightly as your tour guide —her name tag reads the name “Sho”— continued on about something you were really only half paying attention to.

She was a fairly pretty woman, though, your focus on her face was probably due to the fact that she looked just like Scaramouche. In fact, the two could probably be twins with the way they resembled each other. Though, her eyes didn’t crinkle the same way Scara’s did when he smiled… but that was a comparison you felt a little embarrassed to realize. So what if you had been a little nervous the night before and watched his newest face cam stream? It didn’t mean anything…. did it?

“—Understood?” Sho said as you tuned back into her words.

“I apologize, but could you repeat that?” You said with a sheepish smile, feeling embarrassed for spacing out during your first day.

She sighed, but repeated her words nonetheless. “This is your desk space—” She gestures towards a small but usable desk. “— and these are the passwords for our social media accounts,” Sho handed you a sheet of paper.

“Ah, thank you!” You placed your laptop bag down on the desk, taking the paper from her hands and taking a quick look at it.

“If you need anything else, I will be in my office over there,” She said, waiting for you to ask any questions.

“Alright, thank you again,” You said as she walked away without another word. Opening up your laptop, you made a quick spreadsheet. Making a posting schedule was actually nothing to you as it was something you made monthly for yourself.

If you’re being honest, the company probably did need someone new running the social media accounts. Whatever they were doing was fine…. though it did reduce their audience to middle aged moms on facebook.

You’re about halfway through the schedule when a hand quickly closes your laptop shut. Your head shot up to take a look at who would have the audacity to just randomly do that.

Your eyes locked with lilac eyes…. the same one you were studying just that night. “I— Scara?” You said.

Scaramouche laughed, probably at the confusion on your face.

“Why the hell did you— What are you even—”

“Kunikuzushi,” The voice of Sho, your kind of boss, cuts through your words. “Don’t torment my interns,”

“I wouldn’t call it tormenting,” He replied with a grin. “We know each other,” Which wasn’t technically wrong. You did know each other, just from bickering online for thousands of peoples enjoyment.

“Still, I’d rather you not bother them while they work,” She huffed, and you realize your suspicions of the two being related must not be far from off.

“Oh, come on, Sho,” Scaramouche crossed his arms.

You feel awfully awkward witnessing the woman you’re interning over and your online friend of a few months conversing like this.

“Don’t you have a meeting with Yae Miko?” Sho asked, making her way towards your desk.

“When’s their lunch break?” He asked, pointing towards you.

“You didn’t answer my question,” She stated.

“And you didn’t answer mine,”

Sho groaned.

“Anyways, I’m stealing your intern for lunch,” Scaramouche grabbed your hand, pulling you up out of your seat.

“What about Miko?” She said with a light glare.

“I’m sure she can wait,” He rolled his eyes, giving a little wave towards Sho.

“So, are we not going to talk about whatever that was?” You said, your arms crossed as you sat in a restaurant a few blocks away from your internship.

“No?” Scaramouche said as he ordered some random appetizer off the menu.

“No? Nahh, you don’t get to do that,” You scoffed. “You’ve dragged me away from my work, so I’d like an explanation,”

“I was supposed to meet with my stepmom,” Scaramouche said.

“Right,” You said, as if whatever he said explained anything. “Mommy issues?”

“Fuck off,” He groaned.

“You’re the one who dragged me to lunch,” You laughed.

“I regret it, should’ve taken a different intern,” He said, placing an elbow on the table.

“And miss the chance to talk to your favorite twitch streamer yntaylorsversion?” You teased, taking a look at the menu and deciding on a meal.

“I don’t like streamers with bad taste in music,” He replied, cupping his own face in his hand.

“I'm going to get a headache by the end of this, aren't I?" You said, but can't help but smile anyway.

Weird meetings aside, Scaramouche was actually really nice to talk to....

authors note: if it isnt obvious sho is the shogun puppet. but like omg they met irl only after uhhh 16 and a half chapters ! if links arent working for u like they aint working for me. all my chapters r tagged under "cruel summer : chapters" !! love game is tagged similarly tbh

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amaiaqt · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤthe day my love was bornㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou know what day it is ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcyno !

being the general mahamatra, time was scarce to cyno.

so scarce in fact, that he treasured every second he had in your presence. it was his birthday, and he was given the free leave for the day, and at the opportunity of rest and relaxation with you, even for just a day, well who was he to reject it ?

he treasures these simple, sweet moments. the sun has just risen, it's rays illuminating the homey bedroom in a warm, lucent light. the sheets are still warm, almost perfectly contrasting the cold breeze that blew through the slightly opened window by the bed. but what made it even more precious ? you in his arms, your face comfortably nuzzled against his chest, your soft breathes tickling his skin.

he treasured these moments the most, these moments with you. because his schedule wasn't generous, minutes with you were so fleeting that it frustrated him almost daily.

so if you were to ask him what he wanted to do to celebrate today, you shouldn't expect more than something along the lines of 'spend it with you.', to others it would've been corny, or just the general wanting a days rest and wording it romantically for you.

but to him, really, it was genuinely all he wanted. every hour, every minute, every second that he's out on patrols, dealing with eremites that acted out of line, clearing out enemy camps, fulfilling his duties as a publicly known menace of a general, he wishes he could just spend with you. all the time that he spends—no, wastes on his duties, he wishes he could've spent it with you.

because really, would he be greedy to ask ? would it be too much to ask ? to spend all day, even just today, with you. no matter how, really. constantly following behind you as you do your business around the house like you usually do, walking with you hand-in-hand while you go shopping, or even just having his pinky intertwined with yours while you finish paperwork as he sits beside you. please, any sort of time with you, he swears it's not too much to ask, right ?

that's all he'd ask for, that's all he'd wish for if you tell him to blow out the candle and make a wish. really, that's all he wants today.

your hand lazily reaching to cup his face cut his train of thought, and his rufous eyes met with yours. "what were you thinking about ?" you asked curiously, your thumb softly caressing his cheek. cyno smiled, his own hand cupping the one you had on his cheek, "today, i was thinking about today." he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "do you know what today is ?" you hum, almost contemplating the question. "the day my love was born !" you chirped, but, cyno didn't exactly get what you meant, as evident when his eyebrows furrowed while he blinked slowly. you rolled your eyes, now cupping his face with both hands,

"you're my love silly !" and at that, it finally clicked to cyno. "ahh.." you laughed at him, gingerly peppering kisses to his face as you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. "i get it." he chuckled, shifting to have you lay comfortably on top of him, "i was almost worried you wouldn't." you joked, melting into your boyfriend's touch as his hand massages circles into your back. "i almost didn't, you're so poetic, sometimes i can't keep up." "i mean, my words are what charmed you, weren't they ?" he hummed in response —

of course, he'd never forget. your peers would cover their ears at any given moment that you two had a conversation, because whenever he'd sneak in an obnoxious pun, you'd retort with an unconnected poetic one-liner. it was back and forth whenever you two would start, archons get a room or get out of the room, please.

"you seem lost in thought today," you pause, waiting for cyno's eyes to meet yours again before continuing, "is something on your mind ?" you asked, now drawing spirals on his chest with a finger. "i was just.." cyno looks at you, admiring you as you looked up at him through your lashes, but he blinks a couple of times to urge himself to finish. "i was reminiscing, nothing important, promise." he smiles at you, now wrapping both arms around your waist as you stayed on top of him.

having you close like this, your warmth, your scent, your presence, if eternity were to grant him one wish, he'd describe this very moment detail by detail.

he closed his eyes longingly at the thought, opening them to admire you once again. he slowly sat up, shifting so you were comfortable in his lap. "love, can i make a request ?" you perk up, "it's your birthday, so, of course ! anything you want for today will be all yours." you reassure, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"then, can we just, spend the day together ? every second, together." he hides his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around you tighter. "i mean, that's all you want ? really ?" you questioned, but you weren't exactly complaining about his request. "yes, really. that's all i wish for today." he even nodded, looking up at you with those pleading eyes that only you can ever see on the face of the mighty general mahamatra.

"of course, of course, i'd love to make your wish come true."

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thereaderinsertlady · 2 years

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How about a Amadeus Wolfgeist x reader?

Yeah, I love that ghost! I wanted to try something a little different, so that's why it's exactly 500 words. Here's the link on ao3 and I hope you enjoy!

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Amadeus Wolfgeist x Reader - Playing Again

You sat in the front row of the theater, smiling softly. Your dear ghostly lover was playing a Halloween-esque tune— something of his own creation. You often listen to him play, and watch him come up with new songs. Though, what you most liked about when he played was how expressive he was— His face would furrow, and his fingers would fly across the piano. He’d slouch over or sit up straight depending on the mood of the song. You may be biased, but... It was delightful to watch.

A few other ghosts would sometimes sit and watch him play, but you were here more often than most. Currently, a blue Goob— aptly named Durian due to his love of the fruit— was sitting right next to you, smiling widely.

“Enjoying the show?” You asked the little ghost, and let out a happy sigh when he nodded.

You relaxed a bit more, staring at Amadeus as he played a more intense part of the music. There was only you and Durian in the theater, but more ghosts would likely show up in a handful of hours once they finished with their morning tasks. Amadeus sometimes will also play all day, but either way, you’re with him for the most part...

...Though, he must’ve made a mistake or something of the sort because he let out a frustrated growl and stopped playing. His tail tapped against the floor in irritation and he eyed the sheet music on the piano, thinking deeply about something for several long moments.

Slowly, you frowned. It was never a good thing when he would stop playing. “You were playing so well! I loved how expressive you were!” You called out, lightly praising him. You knew he liked being praised.

He played the specific part a few more times, narrowing his eyes... “It doesn’t sound right,” he muttered, taking a pencil out and staring intensely at the music. He erased a few things, and Durian pouted.

You looked towards Durian, listening as Amadeus played a few things to see what would fit that specific part better. “He’s so specific about his music,” you said teasingly, just loud enough to where you knew he’d hear.

“I am not,” he scoffed, writing down a few new notes on the sheet music in front of himself.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “You are! And I know you are because I’m with you all day!”

Durian nodded to that fact. Most ghosts knew where to find you in the hotel if you’re needed. Sometimes you’ll be on Monty’s floor since Amadeus will occasionally write songs for the movies Monty makes, but you’re almost always with Amadeus.

“But,” you began with a smile, “That’s one of the many reasons why I love you so much.”

Amadeus paused for a moment... and became a little flustered, quickly busying himself with the sheet of music. He stared at it for a moment, shuffling back to the beginning, and without responding he began playing again.

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⚔️Kingslayer.

2 — The forbidden meeting. || wc: 2,5k.

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—How does he dare be taller than me?! That brat…—. You were sitting in the comfort of your bed, gently brushing your rag doll’s woolen hair as you watched Sunoo pace back and forth with a deep frown in front of you. Dinner with the Nishimura family had taken place yesterday, but nothing remarkable had happened after prince Riki’s self-introduction that led you to spend a restless night, full of thoughts about the feeling of his soft hands and plump lips on your covered hand. You had expected the queen of the south to do the talking, given that the dinner had been specifically planned for her and your father to exchange insight on their son and daughter, respectively; still, it was strange just how quiet the boy had stayed the whole evening. Not being able to hear more of his charming voice made you crave for it, but the prince would only nod politely at the king after the queen shared a random fact about him.

Dinner had not been completely fruitless though, because at least you could gather some useful information about Riki, like his interest in music and dance, a quality that came in handy when attending those pretentiously glamorous parties held by the neighboring royal families, and his alleged “unmatched ability” with the sword, something that your father found to be respectable and wanted to see with his own eyes someday. —I do not approve of him!— Sunoo’s complaints brought you back to reality, even though you had missed half the things he said —He simply sat there the whole evening looking like a pretentious bastard while father praised him for breathing! Does he think he can take my place as father’s favorite prince?!—.

You rolled your eyes and let out a heavy sigh at his silly behavior, then stared at him with narrowed eyes —Brother, for someone whose wedding is just around the corner, you are acting like an immature child— you scolded him, low-key serving your revenge cold after his demotivational speech from the night prior. He halted his pacing and looked at you in disbelief, did he honestly think that you would side with him? Was he being jealous of Riki grabbing all of the king’s attention? —Not even back when we were kids you would act as irrationally as now. Am I not right, lady pumpkin seed? Hm?— you baby talked at your doll with a pout, earning an annoyed stare from your brother that you could practically feel piercing through the side of your head.

Sunoo took a seat beside you on the bed, wrinkling the light pink sheets under his weight —Sister, please don’t tell me that you actually fell for him…— he asked in a careful tone. You simply shrugged, as the answer was not clear to you either; many things had happened last night, and even if you pondered a lot about how you felt towards all the events that took place in the span of the first ten minutes, you got dizzy just by imaging what could happen in the future. Would you be able to find genuine happiness after exchanging vows with prince Riki? Were you just convincing yourself that he was not a bad deal just so things could be easier for you? Sure, he was a charming boy, but you barely knew him, and all the information you had gathered about him had been delivered by someone other than himself. In the end, however, regardless of how you felt about the prince, you knew that there was nothing that could stop the wedding from happening, so was it not easier to just accept your fate?

The deafening silence that suddenly took over your room was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. —My daughter… are you in there?— you practically jumped off the bed after recognizing your father’s voice and rushed to open the door, exchanging a look of incredulity with your brother on the way, as it was a once-in-a-blue-moon experience for the king to personally show up in your room instead of sending a servant to deliver a message for him; you guessed that something of great importance had happened and he did not want to take the risk of anyone leaking the information. You held the door open for the old man to make his way into your relatively spacious room and waited on Sunoo’s side for him to speak. —We received a letter from queen Nishimura!— your brother and you looked at each other simultaneously with eyes wide open in astonishment, it was impressive how much the delivery services had been upgraded to be able to send a letter in such a short time, considering the long distance between your palace and the kingdom from the south. —I figured that both of you would want to listen to its contents, so I came here looking for you as soon as I saw who the sender was— he explained with a wide smile that made wrinkles form in the corners of his eyes.

You felt your stomach tie in knots as you nodded, not being able to pronounce a single syllable out of anxiousness. What were you even expecting from the letter? Had the queen rejected your father’s proposal? Would that be a good or a bad thing? You were not given enough time to dissipate all of your doubts before the man started reading the letter out loud. —Dear king Kim, last night’s evening had been one of the most pleasant ones that my son and I had the honor to take part in. I found your daughter to be a lovely young woman who is more than capable of staying beside my son when the time comes for him to become the leader of our nation. We will gladly accept your request to unite them both in matrimony, in order to equally benefit both kingdoms. The celebration shall be held as soon as princess Y/N comes of age. My son and I cannot wait for enough to meet your splendid family once more. Best wishes, queen Nishimura from the south—.

Your father carefully folded the letter and placed it back into the pocket of his robes —Y/N, my beautiful daughter…— he approached you with fondness in his eyes and engulfed you in a tight hug, the same way he would do back then when you were younger, a feeling you had silently missed so much —You did it! Prince Riki and you will become king and queen soon… I am so proud of you—. The faint sound of a sob alerted him, making him break the hug and look at your face as he held your shoulders —Y/N? Why are you crying? Are you okay?—. Tears kept streaming down your face, you wanted to say something, you had to say something to save yourself from the embarrassment, but only more sobs left your mouth as you used your wrists to dry your tears.

—Father…— Sunoo spoke behind you in a gentle tone, placing a comforting hand on you upper back —Y/N is most likely overwhelmed by the news, so we should leave her some space, it’s getting late, she needs some rest— the king nodded in understanding, wished you sweet dreams and walked towards the door with heavy steps, then your brother followed him close behind, gently closing the door behind him and leaving you alone in your room as the sun started to set out the window.

Why was everything going so fast? What did the queen saw in you that made her decide barely a few hours after meeting you for the first time that she wanted you as her daughter-in-law? Even the date for the wedding celebration had been set, this whole situation was just plain ridiculous. You sat on your bed once again, looking at the night sky with reddened eyes and a heavy heart. You were well aware about how royal families married their children as soon as possible, as if it was a competition to see which family could get the most out of a union, but just as your brother had said, you were getting overwhelmed.

You let out a heavy sigh and stood up to change into your nightgown, but seconds after you reached the closet on the opposite wall, you heard the sound of your window opening and saw a tall silhouette now standing close to it. Instead of screaming for help, your first instinct was to grab a pair of books and throw them at him, pointing at his head but failing miserably; you were really not the athletic type. —Who do you— another book flew in the intruder’s direction, hitting them on the shoulder —think you are— this time a brick-sized manual on etiquette —to barge into a girl’s room?!— you held up your favorite doll, lady pumpkin seed, in a threatening way as you glared at the shadow in front of you.

—Princess Y/N, please stop! It’s me!— even if you only heard a few words spoken by this voice the other day, you already felt like you could recognize it anywhere; it was none other than prince Riki… wait, what in the world was he doing here? —Alright… put that doll down— he held both his hands up in a defensive manner, slowly closing the window behind him and turning back to face you, well, at least you thought he was facing you, but you could not see anything in the darkness that filled the space.

You feinted with lady pumpkin seed, pretending to throw it at him and making him flinch in the process —You have ten seconds to explain yourself before I alert the guards— you slowly walked towards your desk, not getting your eyes off his figure, and managed to lit a few candles to light up the room. You almost dropped the doll after taking notice of the way Riki was looking at you, with his mouth hanging open and gleaming eyes fixed on yours. —I said, explain why you’re here!— you repeated, waking him up from his trance.

—You really are a brave one, I actually expected you to scream like a baby and run away— he mumbled, making it hard for you to keep staring coldly at him —You must have read the letter mother sent to king Kim… she specifically wrote that I could not wait to meet you again! You should have expected me to show up soon!— he said with a sulky pout, taking a tentative step towards you but backing up after you tightened your grip on the doll.

Wait a minute… was he blaming you? —That literally makes no sense! Why would I expect you to climb the wall to get into my room? That’s outrageous! We are not supposed to be seen together alone until…— “Until we get married” is what you wanted to say, but you hesitated to remind him of that particular detail of your forced relationship.Riki clicked his tongue in annoyance —Oh, please, is not like we are going to kiss or anything…— the mental image was all it took for you to finally drop lady pumpkin seed, much to the prince’s relief. You looked away in an attempt to hide your flushed face; luckily, the redness of your cheeks was barely visible in the faint candlelight. —I just wanted to talk to you! To know each other better…—

You frowned and picked up your doll to place it back on your bed —But this is not the time, nor the place to do that… And also, we already know each other, or were you not paying attention to everything my father told you about me?— you questioned while picking up the books and organizing them back on the shelf.

—Y/N… wait, can I call you by your name?— you shrugged, it is not as if you were the biggest fan of addressing people so formally —Being honest, I really don’t care about how much you learned about etiquette, or how well you can wave at the public or bow at important people… I want to know other stuff, like… I don’t know, your favorite flower?— he looked at you with hope-filled eyes, still waiting for you to lower your defenses and get more comfortable with his presence.

You sat back on the bed, looking at him the same way you would analyze a particularly difficult chapter of a manual: with a puzzled expression that he could not read through. —Sunflowers, I like sunflowers— you finally said with a timid smile, patting the spot beside you on the bed for him to join you, which he gladly did.

You had no idea what had gotten into you, because there was no reason for you to let him get away with invading your personal space like that, but somewhere in the middle, you had realized that maybe, Riki just wanted the same as you: getting to know each other better in means to avoid feeling like you would marry a total stranger in barely a few months. He woke you up from your daydreaming, pointing at your doll with his chin —Does she have a name?—.

You grabbed the little rag girl and sat her on your lap, mindlessly playing with her hair —She is lady pumpkin seed— you said, your face lighting up with pride.

Riki nodded —That’s a cute name, she must have been with you for a long time now— his sudden interest caught you off-guard, as you had expected him to laugh at her silly name, just like everyone else had done.

—Indeed… It’s the only thing I have left of my mother, this doll belonged to her— you had no idea why you were telling him such a personal story, but something about Riki just made you feel like you could confide him every one of your secrets, his presence was starting to feel safe and comforting, making you forget the fuss that had taken place barely a few minutes ago —She used to have a different name, but everyone forgot what it was, so I renamed her—.

The prince had already heard from his mother that queen Kim had passed away after giving birth to you, so there was no need for him to push the subject; instead, he patted the doll’s head —Well, lady pumpkin seed is a lucky girl for having you to take care of her— you nodded with a smile, as warmth made its way to your stomach.

And just like that, prince Riki and you spent the whole night learning about all of the other’s trivial details, marking this night as one of the most unusual ones you had lived through, but you could not mean that in a better way.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄

no introductory paragraph and no thesis statement this time; under the cut you’re going to find the longest meta I’ve ever written in my life, chronicling the years following the rothfield university massacre and the extent of the affect that it has had on jordan as she perseveres through her final years of college and into her career as an actress.

trigger warnings for: mentions of panic attacks, ptsd, self-blame, self-shame. nothing explicit or graphic, and all of the above are mentioned early on.

additional: once again this is a long meta (final word count clocked at 4,820 words) and if you read through the whole thing, I worship the ground you walk on and will declare an international holiday in your name.

THE FIRST FIVE MONTHS.

immediately following the rothfield massacre, jordan goes radio silent on all her social media accounts. everything is privatized, accounts she doesn’t know are softblocked, and she logs out of everything and deletes the apps off of her phone.

she is still recovering from her injuries when the spring musical, ragtime, debuts; she does not perform during this time, nor does she attend performances. she holds no ill will to her understudy or the cast, and wishes everyone a good show. her castmates are understanding and assure her the show isn’t the same without her. they’re kind enough not to say anything else.

her professors are extremely understanding; she gets extensions on assignments through the end of the semester, with many of her professors requesting an essay going over the material that had been taught all semester showcasing what she’s learned in place of completing several projects and assignments ahead of the final. in some instances, the essay replaces the final. while jordan appreciates the accommodation, she hates feeling like this is all done out of pity.

socializing for jordan is almost non-existent. while the semester resumes, she doesn’t leave her dorm room much. her boss doesn’t put pressure on her to do much of her job duties and her fellow RAs help her out where she needs it, often covering duty nights and taking that pressure off her shoulders as she tries to get back to a semblance of ‘normal.’

additionally during this time, she is getting bombarded by media outlets with requests for an interview, comment, etc., both local, regional and national. this was the primary motivation for a social media cleanse, but some reporters hang around campus and jordan combats this by traveling in tight-knit groups or just full-stop out-running and evading reporters.

the semester ends, summer arrives, and jordan moves back in with abuela while her parents go to move out of her childhood home and relocate closer to columbus. brentwood has left a bad taste in the mouth of the riley family and columbus is close enough to where paul can still maintain his construction business; meanwhile, sofia is easily able to find a hospital in need of a trauma certified ER nurse to assist in their trauma center. when she’s able, she moves back home with her parents.

many family members come to assist with taking jordan to her therapy appointments so she doesn’t have to drive by herself. sarah will often clear her whole day on days where it’s her turn in the rotation, leaving the option open for jordan if she wants to get out of the house and do something. more often than not, jordan wants to go back home. she gets the feeling, in public, that she’s being stared at, even when she’s not, even when it’s irrational, and she just wants to be in quiet spaces where she has control over the situation.

outside of family, the person she reaches out to most is nick, who is also coping with the trauma of what happened. they have daily contact with each other in some form or another, be it phone calls, text messages, face time, etc. throughout the summer, nick comes to visit jordan. this is the only time she ventures out of the house for longer periods, though she and nick stick to quieter places, such as parks after dark, hiking trails at non-peak hours, and walking around the neighborhood or even just sitting on her porch.

FIRST SEMESTER, JUNIOR YEAR.

after five months of avoiding the internet, social media, surrounding herself with loved ones and diligently attending therapy, jordan returns to rothfield university for her junior year. people still stare at her but it wears off after the first week and she blocks it out of her mind; even with the blinders, the stress bubbles under the surface and causes her to have mild anxiety attacks, most often in the privacy of her dorm room, where she’ll lock herself up in and cry or scream into pillows to get it out of her system.

on the outside, she is extremely composed. being involved in theatre since she was five has primed her for what is possibly her greatest performance yet: a perfectly fine, not-traumatized person. she’s still seeing a therapist weekly, but the façade is something she needs in all non-private spaces in order to get through even the simplest moments of the day. she doesn’t like attention being on her if she isn’t in control of that attention.

the façade first shatters in public when she has her audition for the fall musical, mamma mia. the auditions are held in the oliver rhodes auditorium, on the same stage where her final confrontation with elliot took place months before. jordan mentally prepared herself ahead of time but this wasn’t enough; halfway through her audition song, she blanks completely on the lyrics and doesn’t recover. she gives a quick apology, rushes off stage and takes shelter in the nearest bathroom, where she locks herself in a stall and devolves into a full-blown panic attack.

it lasts five minutes; she goes from hysterically crying to feeling completely numb, splashes cold water on her face and spends a few minutes cleaning herself up before she leaves. nick has her things gathered and he helps her back to her dorm room, where she crashes for the rest of the day.

the director of the show is empathetic to jordan’s situation and admits that it was short-sighted to use that specific auditorium for auditions. auditions have been moved to a different auditorium with the understanding that the show and rehearsals will still be held in the oliver rhodes auditorium. he invites jordan to do her audition over. after sleeping on it, jordan accepts the offer. she gets a callback following her more successful audition, and is eventually cast as sophie.

her fellow thespians have a mixed reaction to her being cast in the lead. while overall many are sympathetic toward her trauma, they see it as unfair that she got a second chance to audition and feel that the same opportunity wouldn’t have been given to anyone else, regardless of the circumstances. others think it’s favoritism at work, and that she was cast out of pity. this wears jordan down and she considers pulling out of the show very early on into rehearsals because she starts to believe that she was cast out of pity and not because she earned the part.

after expressing these concerns privately with the director, he informs her the reason she got a second chance at her audition was because of her reputation within the theatre department and her talent she’s been displaying since her freshman year. he knows her work ethic and he knows her skills, and felt that she earned a second chance, given the circumstance. she was cast because she was right for the role, not because he pitied her and wanted to be nice.

it’s a push she needs; someone sees her as more than the horrific things she’s experienced in only 21 years of life and it’s enough for her to start accepting for herself that she is more than some senseless tragedy. everything isn’t magically better, but she allows herself to start being more vulnerable in therapy and more vulnerable around her close friends. it’s exactly what she needs, and having a show to focus on helps keep her mind from wandering into dark places.

during this time, media requests for interviews have died down significantly. jordan is back on her socials with her accounts still locked; she doesn’t post much, and mostly only uses it as a means to reach out to friends privately. some nights she’ll look up coverage of the rothfield massacre, immediately regret it and turn off her phone.

rehearsals for mamma mia continue and while it’s tough at first, performing on the same stage she was almost killed on, jordan pushes through. she sees it as her moment to take back her power; tensions among the cast over her casting in the show becomes diluted once rehearsals kick into high gear and it’s clear that, like them, jordan wants to put on a good show and is giving her all to do it. not everyone is fully convinced but it doesn’t overpower the professionalism they work to maintain. even if they did, jordan’s over it to the point that she’s determined to rise above whatever’s thrown at her.

performances are a hit and it’s enough to bolster jordan’s confidence in a more honest and true-to-form sense. she goes home for thanksgiving break and when she returns to rothfield to prep for finals, she feels more like her old self than she has in a long time.

JUNIOR YEAR, SECOND SEMESTER, PART ONE.

heading back into her second semester, jordan is focused on getting back into her full rhythm, performing in the spring play, the spring musical and the dance showcase as she had in previous semesters (the most recent one being the exception).

things are quiet. she still doesn’t go out much, but it’s less because she wants to hide herself away and more because she wants to focus on herself and her healing. she now attends therapy twice a month on a trial basis, to see how she likes the adjustment and how it fares with her progress.

during this time, she reconnects with her love of painting, sketching, and guitar. she works mostly with acrylics and watercolors, and despite how messy it is, charcoal. with guitar, she’ll mostly practice songs she already knows or strum a nonsensical melody as a means of getting back into the art. she composes a couple of songs during this time, but doesn’t think they’re anything spectacular — just what she needs to create in that moment.

JUNIOR YEAR, SECOND SEMESTER, PART TWO: THE ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE ROTHFIELD MASSACRE.

the media comes out of the woodwork in march to cover the one-year anniversary of the rothfield massacre. even with jordan’s social media locked down to friends only, this doesn’t stop journalists and podcasters from reaching out for comments. it gets so bad to the point that they show up on campus and will wait outside academic buildings for jordan to leave and try to get a comment from her, or convince her to do an interview. the first time she’s ambushed, she musters out an excuse that she has class and retreats to her dorm room, where she skips her classes for the rest of the day.

the ambush triggers a mild panic attack that she’s able to navigate through and when she comes down from it, she calls nick and asks him if he’ll stay with her, which he agrees. she paints, he works on homework, they both order pizza in and her floor partner is kind enough to collect it so she doesn’t have to go to the door and risk being bombarded by more reporters wanting a quote.

the following weeks consist of jordan’s friends escorting her to her classes and around campus as needed and creating a barrier between her and the media until campus police step in because the situation has progressed past journalists doing their jobs and to a disruption of a student’s education. the ambushing stops, but jordan is still consistently getting pinged on social media and even through her school email from reporters wanting “just five minutes” to talk.

by april, things calm down and she’s able to resume life as a college student normally. she still doesn’t leave buildings by herself and is constantly looking around out of fear of being ambushed again. it takes a while to wear off.

SENIOR YEAR AT ROTHFIELD UNIVERSTY.

jordan is still progressing in her journey to heal from the trauma of the rothfield massacre, but she’s in a good place mentally. she still attends therapy twice a month, and the sessions along with maintaining her normal activities and passions have helped her return to a sense of normalcy and stability. while effects of her trauma still remain and she still struggles from time to time with her anxiety and PTSD, she is making good progress.

her focus in her senior year is on doing as many shows as she can to add to her acting resume. this is all in an effort to get her foot in the door with as many area theatre companies as possible, and figuring out her path post-graduation.

area theatre companies are hesitant to take jordan on post-graduation, due to the notoriety of the rothfield massacre. jordan starts to see the long-term negative impact that the massacre is going to have on her, and how it might hinder her career and that she’ll have to cast her net wider.

in the spring, jordan graduates with a bachelor of fine arts in theatre performance. she and nick get arrangements together for a move to new york city in early summer.

RELOCATION TO NEW YORK CITY.

new york city is a breath of fresh air for jordan. no one knows who she is, and if the do, they don’t care. everything is fast-paced and unpredictable, and she thrives on an opportunity to start anew.

she and nick share an apartment; nick works as a physical therapist with a local medical center, whereas jordan pulls long shifts as a bartender at a night club. the tips help tremendously with keeping her afloat and by daylight, she’s walking into every open casting call and audition the city has to offer.

the first several months are difficult for jordan. while she’s not afraid of rejection, going weeks and weeks without so much as a callback or only getting limited gigs that pay little to nothing with no promise of longevity starts to wear on her confidence. she knew it was going to be hard, but she considers she might be in over her head. part of her wonders if casting is focusing more on her infamy of surviving the rothfield massacre than the fact that she can be fully off book for sides in ten minutes.

she doesn’t give up, but there are days she comes home from auditions in tears out of complete and total frustration. sometimes she takes rejections very hard, especially when she gets so far along in the audition process, only for the director to decide to go “in another direction”.

HER FIRST BIG BREAK.

an off-broadway production of little shop of horrors is announced and the theatre circuit goes wild. jordan gets her name on the audition list and it’s the first ray of hope she’s had in a while, but she doesn’t allow it to cloud her senses or get blindsided by it. her focus is on getting her audition song and sides down, but makes a promise to herself that she’s going to have fun with the audition process as much as she’s going to take it seriously. she prepares herself for rejection, but frames this as a perfect opportunity to get her name out into the world and to network.

she continues to keep that mindset as she’s given callback after callback, and is in tears when she gets off the phone with the director after she’s offered the part of audrey. the show doesn’t pay an astronomical mount and she still has to pull shifts at the club, but she can take it a little easier and still be able to breathe.

rehearsals go off without a hitch and the excitement of working her first professional acting job is more powerful than any nerves or doubt she could ever have. her focus is on doing her level best, which she achieves; opening week is packed house after packed house and jordan feels as though she’s floating on air.

the show runs for twelve weeks before closing, and during those twelve weeks jordan makes connections with various actors, writers, producers and directors within the theatre circuit in new york city. her name is becoming less and less synonymous with the rothfield massacre and more with a strong, hardworking young woman with an impressive work ethic and an immeasurable talent for the arts.

ESTABLISHING A CAREER.

the wrapping of little shop of horrors is not the end of jordan’s stint as a stage actress in new york city. shortly after the show wraps, jordan is contacted by a producer who wants her to read for an up-and-coming musical based off of the 1987 classic (and her favorite movie), dirty dancing.

jordan is cast as frances “baby” houseman, opposite of tony award-winning actor daniel cruz’s johnny castle.

workshops begin for dirty dancing: the musical and last ten weeks; during this time, jordan begins to really hone her craft as an actress, becoming a sponge and absorbing knowledge and methods from the talent around her. she forms a close bond with daniel, who gives her helpful critique when needed as well as advice as she stands on the precipice of the next stage of her life and her career.

following the workshop, the show debuts off-broadway to test audience reception as changes are made, songs are re-written, scrapped or replaced, choreography is changed, etc. jordan learns to be even more adaptable than she thought she was, and audiences overall love the show, with many attendees coming back multiple times to see the show evolve and take shape.

as the show is polished and primed to transition to broadway, investors are hesitant to keep jordan, an unknown, on as baby. many want to see a more well-known name in the role to boost ticket sales, and this isn’t much of a secret. the white elephant in the room is, undoubtedly, the fear that jordan’s connection to rothfield will overshadow the buzz and press for the musical and draw attention in a negative way.

the producers and director invite investors to a special performance of the show and jordan pushes herself harder than she ever has. it pays off — investors see that so much of the character of baby in this show is brought to life because of the nuances and charm jordan brings to the role, directly from her own influence. all doubts about casting an unknown in the lead are washed away.

BECOMING A BROADWAY ACTRESS.

the move of the show from off-broadway to broadway is a year-long endeavor; the director and producers had the option to expedite it in mere months but decided that a longer process to iron out details and make it polished would benefit the production better.

during this time, press starts to buzz about the upcoming show. jordan makes a point to focus any and all social media postings in specific reference to the show, stating in one instagram post that “this is something I have been working toward since I was five years old and some days I can’t believe it’s actually happening, and every day I’m grateful and humbled that it is.”

as the premier date draws closer, press kicks up for the show. jordan’s agent tells all press that questions about the rothfield massacre will not be permitted. everyone is compliant, focusing on the show and on jordan’s background in the arts and love for performing.

the show premiers to a sold-out theatre for the first month and continues gaining momentum as reviews continue to be glowing. jordan is regarded as a “true triple-threat” with powerhouse vocals and a stage presence that comes effortlessly. she is quickly regarded as one to watch and a potential frontrunner for best lead actress in a musical at the tony awards.

while jordan doesn’t win the tony for best actress, the show takes home several awards, including best choreography, best direction, best costume design, and best screenplay. ticket sales continue to thrive and dirty dancing: the musical continues to gain popularity with audiences.

jordan stays with the show for a year and a half before tossing her hat in the ring and auditioning for the broadway revival of west side story. after rounds and rounds of callbacks, she lands the role of maria.

jordan is with west side story for nine months when her agent sends her sides for an audition for an untitled netflix series. after reading through the sides and reading about the show, jordan decides to audition for the experience, and to cast her net a little wider.

TRANSITIONING TO FILM AND TELEVISION.

the untitled netflix project gets is title around the time jordan is doing screen tests for the main character. behind the curtain follows julie chambers, a young photojournalist who returns to her hometown after the sudden death of her childhood best friend, melissa. the circumstances around melissa’s death are suspicious to julie and seem anything but accidental; eager to find answers, julie begins investigating melissa’s death — not realizing how in over her head she’s about to become.

jordan is the first person cast in the project; the internet is mixed on the response, with broadway fiends ecstatic to see her getting more visibility and those outside the circuit unsure of netflix casting an “unknown” in a major role, but cautiously optimistic.

filming takes place in boston over the course of six months, and jordan stays in the hotel the studio puts the cast up in. her focus is on learning the culture around sets and making sure she doesn’t screw up.

media attention while filming is moderate; paparazzi are around mainly to get photos of the bigger named actors working on the project, but a number of photos of jordan circulate online both during filming and in off-hours when she and some of the cast and crew explore the city, visit museums and restaurants, and occasionally check out the bar and club scene.

for the most part, publications and social media accounts circulating the photos refer to jordan as an actress cast as the lead in behind the curtain; the only publications bringing up the rothfield massacre are tabloid rags.

jordan meets with her publicist and agent to structure a plan to address jordan’s past and her connection with the rothfield massacre.

an exclusive interview is arranged with rolling stone for after behind the curtain wraps and is finalized and press to promote the show begins. the article primarily focuses on jordan’s journey to move past the rothfield massacre and turn over a new leaf and finding the process of filming behind the curtain and exploring that story to be extremely cathartic and healing.

response to the article is mostly positive; there is a small corner of the internet that sees her as leeching money and notoriety off of a horrific event, but it’s a pretty silent minority that’s squashed quickly.

behind the curtain premiers over fourth of july weekend and rapidly skyrockets to the no. 1 slot on top streamed shows and stays there for a consistent three weeks.

social media response is massive; behind the curtain trends worldwide on twitter all of fourth of july weekend, with everyone revering newcomer jordan riley for a memorable breakout performance as julie chambers

critical reception is high; a few critics call the plot derivative but still praise the talent of the actors bringing the story to life, but overall the consensus is that behind the curtain is the stand-out series of not only the summer, but the year. many predict emmy and golden globe nominations for the cast and crew, jordan included.

following the success of behind the curtain, jordan gets in more audition rooms for small one to three-episode guest spot arcs on sitcoms and drama series.

one such series is huntington general, a well-known medical drama that is entering its fifth season when jordan auditions for a guest arc that spans the first two episodes of the season — something that propels her even further into the spotlight, with ratings across the country hitting 20 million viewers.

jordan is cast as danielle burke, a bubbly patient staying at huntington general hospital long-term while she waits for a donor heart to become available for a transplant. a heart becomes available due to a crash near the hospital, but when doctors go to recover the transplant heart, it’s discovered another patient at a rival hospital is higher on the transplant list, despite danielle’s condition worsening by the hour. danielle ends up moving up on the transplant list because the other patient dies while the organ is in route to be delivered; it becomes a race against the clock to get danielle prepped for surgery and in the operating room, and she’s knocking on death’s door. the surgery lasts six hours and the transplant takes — until it doesn’t. the doctors want to hook danielle up to an LVAD — which she denies. when she’s told she’ll die without it, she tearfully responds that she knows, she’s tired of fighting, and she just wants to have a peaceful final few hours of her life.

jordan’s film debut is in the widely anticipated chokehold from horror mastermind quincy larson, which angles a critical lens on the tropes popularized in horror movies and especially the slasher sub-genre, and turns many of them on their head.

jordan is cast as tessa monroe, a college dropout moving back in with her mom as she tries to figure out the next steps in her life. when one of her coworkers at the local stop-n-shop is brutally murdered while closing the store, the town is thrown into a frenzy. more murders and attacks happen around tessa in a short span of time, and fingers start to point at her as the prime suspect. she has to work to prove her innocence, while evading the killer and staying alive.

audience reception to the film is strong, and viewers are overall impressed with the quality of the project and the clear talent jordan exhibits as she embodies a character that many would think would be so similar to her role in behind the curtain, but is distinctly different — which subverts the expectation that she’s in danger of being typecast.

critics have nothing but praise for jordan, citing her performance as “raw, emotional and powerful — a masterclass performance in bringing a truthfulness to the horrors that man can do against man.”

many people draw conclusions that she delved into her own trauma from surviving a real-life murder spree for the performance; years down the road, when she is more comfortable speaking freely about the experience, she confirms this.

BECOMING A HOUSEHOLD NAME.

following the success of behind the curtain’s first and second seasons and chokehold, which is immediately greenlit for a sequel, jordan takes a short break to go back home and visit with family.

she also takes the time to privately reach out to the families of the victims in the rothfield massacre, checking in with them and presenting the idea she had for starting six $5,000 scholarships in the name of each victim in the massacre. all of the money would be provided by jordan and donors and would renew all four years of a recipient’s educational career.

the response is overwhelmingly positive; she gives each family time to think about it and expresses that she will not be publicizing this until all details are sorted out and she has expressed permission to go through with each scholarship. all six scholarships are signed off on by family

in addition to the scholarships, jordan starts a fundraiser to raise money to build a memorial honoring the memory of the victims lost in the rothfield massacre. many alumni of rothfield donate to the cause, with jordan donating $100,000 out of her own pocket to fund the project. the university accepts the money, with the memorial being a three-year construction project, completed right on schedule.

philanthropy becomes an important thing for jordan; following the scholarship fund supported by both her and multiple donors and the memorial construction, she makes it a routine habit to donate 20% of her cheque to a cause she wants to support — more often than not, RAINN (rape, abuse & incest national network). additionally, jordan organizes community events raising support and awareness for RAINN, which in turn has brought benefit to the organization in their outreach to victims.

there is no longer a gag order placed on press regarding rothfield; any time a reporter or talk show host asks jordan about it, she will specifically focus on the scholarship funds and the memorial, as well as her work with RAINN, citing that keeping the memory of those who lost their lives alive and helping victims of abuse get out of those situations and back on their feet is more important.

“I’ve made my peace long ago with what happened in rothfield. now, I want to do what I can with my voice to make things easier for victims and to help them in whatever way I can.”

#meta. ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ FACT SHEET.#about. ㅤ ㅤ — ㅤ ㅤ FACT SHEET.#ask to tag /

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ᘛ DRABBLE — FLUORESCENT LIGHTS

featuring kaeya x reader ( college au )

warnings afab!reader ( no set pronouns ), fingering, public sex, kaeya sending mixed signals because he’s never processed a single emotion ever ( he works it out though ), is consent kink a thing because if it is then that, kaeya is a tease but also i am pushing the sweetheart kaeya agenda, praise and pet names ( pretty, sweet thing, what have you )

w.c 4.5k

a.n inspired by the fact my own washing machine broke and i had to go to the laundry mat, where i spent way too many quarters on two loads because i don’t know how to read

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

you close the door of the machine and it clicks as it locks into place. water fills the washer and sudsy clothes spin round and round; a timer of 25 minutes displays on the digital screen.

“what a pain,” you mutter.

the washer at your flat had broken, and management had yet to fix it. it usually took them a month to do much of anything, so you knew you’d just have to get used to this for the time being as no amount of grumbling would fix the machine at home nor make the sheets and clothes wash themselves.

still, though, it is a pain. a minor inconvenience doesn’t feel so minor when you have homework backlogged and due dates piling up.

you take a seat at one of the counters, checking the time on your phone screen it reads 9:32 PM. you’re not typically one to be out this late, but you’ve found yourself a real catch 22. it being only monday, your classes during the day don’t leave you much time in the daylight, and the laundry desperately needed washing and couldn’t wait to friday. tonight the laundry mat is vacant, aside from you of course, and if you’re being honest the hum of machines and clothes tumbling within them is rather calming.

it’s a perfect contrast to the lecture notes and workload you’ve brought along with you. the work needs to get done and you’ll be waiting for awhile, so may as well spend the time being productive.

out of the washer by 9:55 and out of the dryer by 10:40, and back home before you know it. perhaps the work will make the time pass by quicker.

and indeed it does. 25 minutes pass in a flash and you hear the jingle of the spin cycle finishing, as well as a click signifying the washer door unlocking.

you stand and trudge your way over to the two washers you had occupied, emptying their contents into one of the rolling laundry carts and reloading them into dryers. once again the door clicks shut, and now you’re left with 45 minutes to get as much work done as possible.

except, you’re incredibly exhausted and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open as you looked over your notes. perhaps you could put your head down for just a moment. . .

“y/n?” a voice beckons you from sleep. “ah, so it is you.”

you raise your head from the counter and once your eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights, you’re greeted by deep blue hair and a charming smile. shit. it was one of your flatmate’s friends, but what was his name? you sit there blinking with a clueless look on your face for a moment before he speaks again.

“kaeya,” he chuckles, ah yes that was it.

“sorry,” you laugh it off, “bad enough with names and faces as it is, let alone just waking— shit, what time is it?”

you’re scrambling to illuminate your laptop screen, but his answer is quicker, “ about 10:15. what are you doing sleeping out this late, did rosaria kick you out onto the streets? tsk, that woman.”

“no, no,” you giggle. “our washer is broken, and i was working but. . . suppose i was a bit more exhausted than i thought.”

“ah, i see, i see,” he hums.

in your groggy stupor you hadn’t realized just how close he was until now. he’s standing, elbows resting on the counter, which you have one of yours propped on whilst you support your head with your hand. your knee just barely misses brushing up against his leg. there’s a sudden warmth in your cheeks and leap in your chest. goodness, does he need to be that close?

for the second time tonight, it almost seems as if he reads your mind. he pulls up one of the counter stools and sits a little further away than where he previously stood.

you glance over at the washing machines, noticing one spinning round and round once more. wait. . .

“when did you get here,” you ask, turning your eyes back towards him.

“hmm,” he muses, eyes flickering upwards a moment before back to you, “not too sure, not too long ago. why?”

and there’s the shit eating grin on his face. you didn’t know much about kaeya truthfully, he’d been over to the flat a handful of times to either watch something in the lounge with rosaria, or pick her up before they both headed out. in both of these scenarios, you two shared nothing more than polite greetings in passing, but you’d heard somethings. both from rosaria and other classmates and friends.

rosaria didn’t have anything bad to say, but she didn’t have anything good either.

“he’s. . . a smooth talker, but me being me, i see right through that veil. i will say, he’s quite interesting to have around, but aside from that?” she shrugged, like he was nothing spectacular.

and a sweet talker he was. you could always count on the faint buzzing and murmurs of his name in various conversations on campus. he is a sweetheart, professors and students alike do adore him. now, you began to understand, and you find yourself rolling your eyes. great, another pain.

“whatever,” you mutter and rotate your body to face your laptop and notes, deciding to get back to work instead of entertaining his antics.

“wow, y/n, so cold,” he feigns dejection and clutches a hand to his chest.

you hum in response, and, much to your surprise, he leaves you be. he takes out his phone and the two of you sit in silence until it’s time for you to collect your things and leave. you offer a polite wave and a simple goodnight before heading home for the night, and that’s that.

but, of course, just as you predicted, management as still not fixed the machine a week and a half later.

this time when you enter the laundry mat, there’s a machine already in use, and you glance around to see— oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding. now you’re wishing you hadn’t let rosaria talk you into leaving your work at home, insisting a break was in order.

“good evening,” kaeya lilts, smirk painted on his face. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he’d been expecting this.

with a huff and half-hearted, mumbled hello, you make quick work of loading up the washers and, this time, taking a seat on one of the folding tables and lean back on your hands, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. archons be with me, you think to yourself.

“5 minutes ago,” kaeya’s voice is suddenly right beside you, and your body jolts.

“what?” you question breathlessly, heart beating out of your chest from the fright.

“last time you asked me when i got here,” he hoists himself up onto the folding table beside you, his knee brushing yours, “the answer was 5 minutes before i woke you.”

“and before you ask, i didn’t wait to wake you, that’s just how long it took me to load everything into the washer. though, i did wonder if i should just let you sleep, it seems you had quite the heavy workload.”

you groan just thinking about all the work waiting for you at home, and his laughter fills the air. he’s sitting so close that you catch the faint scent of his cologne beyond the typical smell of detergent in the laundry mat. subconsciously your eyes graze over to him. the fluorescent lights and close proximity allow you to see things the typically dim lighting in the dead of night usually wouldn’t. he has a streak of hair in his fringe lighter than the rest, an icy blue you’re not sure is natural or not. perhaps it’s a trick of the lighting, or his hair getting in the way, but his right eye also seems rather lighter than the other.

“my, my, hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to stare?” he teases.

“i-i wasn’t staring,” yeah, nice save. “okay, i was. i just. . . haven’t ever seen you before?”

“you’ve seen me a few times actually.”

“you know what i mean,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and fixing them on one of the still dryers in front of you.

“so,” he starts, you think you see him lean closer to you out of the corner of your eye, “like what you see?”

“you’re unbelievable,” as you turn to face him, your suspicions are confirmed as his face is mere inches from yours.

“oh? is that so? that fond of me already?”

“in your dreams,” you say, just barely audible.

in truth, and you hate to admit it, kaeya is rather alluring in his own right; there’s something about him that makes your heart beat a bit faster and, at this very moment, something that has you flickering your eyes down to his lips.

the jingle of the washer finishing its spin cycle cuts through the moment, and kaeya hops onto his feet, making you question what the hell just happened. you feel heat flush to your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment wash over you. kaeya loads up one of the dryers, and you utter a hushed thanks to the archons for that as it gives you time to compose yourself.

but that time and composure is fleeting.

once the door clicks shut and he presses start on the machine, kaeya walks back over to you. instead of hoisting himself back up on the counter, however, he stands between your legs and places his hands on the counter on either side of you.

“now, where were we?” he leans in again, stopping and ghosting his lips over yours. your eyes had already fluttered shut, but when you don’t feel anything you open them and are faced with his periwinkle eyes.

“are you going to kiss me or not, asshole?”

“would you like for me to?” his tone is saccharine.

for archons’ sake.

deciding you’re fed up and your patience growing thinner by the second, you take his face between your hands and crash your lips on his. you can feel him smirk, but you’re beyond caring at this point, because the feeling of his lips on yours is intoxicating. he moves his hands to your hips, and pulls you closer towards him to the edge of the table. your arms are wrapped around his neck as one of your hands tangle in his hair at the base of his neck. he tastes faintly sweet, and you can’t get enough of it. so much so that when he pulls away so you can both catch your breath, you let out a whimper.

“well,” he chuckles, “aren’t you a cute little thing?”

you pull him back in for another kiss, this one much shorter as he pulls away again. just as you’re about to complain, you hear the jingle of your own washers.

you shove his chest lightly and he steps away from you, allowing you to hop off of the tabletop and retrieve your laundry. it takes every ounce of restraint you possess to not frantically load your things into the dryer, but you manage.

once that’s said and done, you stride back over to the table which kaeya is now leaning against and he slips his phone back into his pocket when he sees you approaching.

“so, no homework today?” he asks nonchalantly.

“i— uh, no?” you stammer, not expecting the casual question. “rosaria told me to leave it at home, said a break would be good for me or something.”

he nods, but says nothing. you almost forgot, your heart may have been leaping out of your chest, but things like that must be common practice for him. now you’re fiddling awkwardly with your hands in silence, staring down at the linoleum ground.

after a few minutes of silence aside from a shuffling sound which you assumed was kaeya pulling out his phone again, you turn on your heels and go to sit at the counter you had last time. oh how terribly you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. your homework could wait until tomorrow (no, it couldn’t, but it would have to) because the amount of embarrassment you currently feel is suffocating. you sit there staring blankly at the countertop as countless thoughts rush through your mind. you don’t even regret kissing him, you just wish he wasn’t acting so goddamn callous about it.

you remain like that for awhile before finally pulling out your phone to text rosaria. before you even open your messages, there’s a tapping on the counter beside you. kaeya stands there with a laundry basket of freshly dried clothes on his hip.

“goodnight, y/n,” he lilts once more, just as he did when you walked in.

and then, he walks out. once you believe he’s definitely ought to be out of earshot, you let out the most frustrated mix between a yell and a groan. he’s a smooth talker, a flirt, a tease; you know all this, and yet above all else. . .

he is such a pain.

you abandon the plan to text rosaria and vent, opting to sit and listen to the hum of the two dryers for the remainder of the time before collecting your things and heading home, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and forget this night ever happened.

a week and a half later, and the washer still isn’t fixed. good news, it’ll be fixed by next week, but that means another trip to the laundry mat.

perhaps it’s the archons watching over you, but a moment too late, as kaeya appears to be leaving just as you arrive. you’d rather not see him at all, but this would do. you don’t even waste time with polite greetings at this point; a bitter taste in your mouth still lingering from last time. you make your way to the washers and mindlessly go through the motions.

when you had told rosaria about the happenstances, she keeled over in laughter.

“oh, haha, sure laugh it up,” you whined. “he’s such an asshole, but i’m also such an idiot for falling for it.”

she took a moment to catch her breath before replying rather winded, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. . .”

with a glance over your shoulder you confirm kaeya is, in fact, gone. with the press of the start button you are free to do as you please for the next 25 minutes. aside from everything else, leaving your work behind last time was rather nice, so you opted for it again. you never spend terribly long here anyway, it hardly makes a difference.

you meander about the space, examining the quarter gacha machines containing stickers and cheap plastic jewelry. you figure why not, inserting a quarter into the latter and turn the handle, and out pops a plastic container with a silver plastic ring with an artificial gemstone which is light blue in hue. you slip it on your finger, and hoist yourself on one of the tables closest to the washers with your belongings. as you’re staring at the plastic ring, you experience a sense of deja vu.

“hm, cute,” a voice sounds from right beside you.

“archons!” you exclaim, clutching your chest. kaeya’s laughter fills your ears, and you grow antsy which makes you annoyed.

“didn’t you leave?” you snap.

“i was going to but,” he drags out the last word, “i thought i’d keep you company.”

“oh, how chivalrous of you, sir kaeya,” you say sarcastically, “and how should i repay this utmost honour of being in your company?”

he inches closer to you, and you try and shimmy away, but that’s a bit difficult whilst sitting on a table versus him on his own two feet.

“now, now, no need to be so cross with me,” he says with the same flirty cadence as always. “i apologize for leaving you unsatisfied last time, there was quite the urgent matter with my roommate, but. . .”

he positions himself between your legs before continuing, “i could most definitely make up for my poor manners.”

goddammit with that silver tongue of his, but you’re not falling for it again, “kaeya, i’m stressed, i’m tired, i don’t need another pain in my ass.”

it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. you’ve been working yourself to the bone for weeks now, the final stretch before the semester’s end and winter break, finals just around the corner; you’d pulled multiple all-nighters and, despite rosaria’s not-so-gentle suggestions to give it a rest, you’d been worn down.

kaeya’s hands are on your hips, tracing light circles over the fabric of your clothing as he leans in close to your ear, “i know, love. so why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?”

“what are you on about?” you try to sound firm, but the shake in your voice ultimately betrays you. once again your heart is in your throat.

he presses a kiss to your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek before his eyes connect with yours, “let me make you feel good, yeah?”

fuck. the look in his eyes seems so tender and genuine, and you feel yourself melt beneath his touch.

“please,” you whisper.

“please what?” a cheeky bastard and a tease ‘til the very end.

you try to look away but he takes your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“please make me feel good,” you say meekly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

a smile is plastered on his face as he places his lips on yours, and you desperately attempt to pull him impossibly close, no amount of touch could be enough. more, more, more.

you gasp as your crotch brushes against his, and you repeat the motion grinding your hips again and again causing him to moan against your mouth.

“fuck, if you keep doing that i’m not going to be able to hold myself back,” he chuckles as he pulls away from you slightly. “do you want to do this here?”

the two of you are at the far end of the laundry mat, your back to the doors and window walls. no one else ever seemed to come into the laundry mat this late, and it was only every once and awhile a car would drive by outside. you should be in the clear. . .

“hey,” he holds your face in his hands. “we can wait and—”

“touch me, please,” you mewl.

the usual sly smirk kaeya has on his face wavers for a moment at your words, his eyes going wide. if you were to blink you’d have missed it altogether, because all remnants of him being taken aback quickly vanish without a trace.

“alright then, your wish is my command.”

he attaches his lips to your neck once more, placing gentle kisses as his hands travel up your thighs, and up further still beneath the fabric of your hoodie. his fingertips are cold as ice, a stark contrast to the warmth of his breath as he begins to leave love bites down your neck to your collarbone. gasps and tiny whimpers escape you, and you try to grind up against his crotch again because it’s still not enough, you need more.

“hm? what is it?” he pulls back, periwinkle eyes meeting yours and feigning innocence.

“stop being a tease,” you glare at him.

“you asked me to touch you, right? perhaps you need to be a bit more specific,” he leans in just beside your ear. “tell me exactly what you want me to do, hm?”

for the nth time. . . he is such a pain. something possesses you, perhaps it’s the frustration caused by his antics and your dwindling patience, or maybe it’s the growing desperation, or maybe even still it’s a bit of both; but no matter what it is, something possess you to grab one of his hands and place it against your clothed cunt. a shaky breath falls from your lips at the contact and you grind against his hand.

“here,” you plea, “want you to touch me here.”

there you go again, catching him off guard, but he’s not complaining. you take your hand off his, grinding against his hand and you feel a wetness beginning to pool in your panties. as hot as it is to watch you use his hand to get yourself off, kaeya thinks he’s teased you enough—for now at least, so he takes his hand and slips it beneath your waistband of your pants and underwear.

you moan and your back arches, pressing your chest against his, as his cold fingers rub slow circles on your clit. strings of moans and whispered pants of his name leave your lips, yet still. . .

“more, kaeya. please more, wan’ your fingers— ah! inside me, please.”

“well aren’t you needy,” he tsks. “look at you, begging me to finger you in a place where anyone could walk in at any moment. what would you do, hm? if someone walked in, would you continue to fuck my hand as they watched?”

though he reprimands you, he heeds your wish and gathers the slick from between your folds before sliding a single finger in, pumping it a few times before inserting another.

“so wet already, and i’ve barely even touched you,” he laughs. “don’t tell me the thought of being caught turns you on?”

you shake your head defiantly, but you both know he’s right and he feels your walls clamp around his fingers as he mentions it. he curls his fingers and quickens the pace at which he pumps them in and out of your soaking cunt, the squelching sounds and the sounds which leave your lips being utterly filthy. you feel yourself teeter closer and closer to the edge, and your nails dig into his back as he finds your g-spot. you’re moaning into his ear and it’s taking every ounce of restraint for him to not bend you over the table and ram his cock into you until you’re a fucked out mess.

“tell me, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” he nips at the lobe of your ear with his teeth. “after kissing me, did you bury your fingers inside your cunt like this and imagine it was me fucking you? i know i did. i fucked my fist and wished it was you clamping down around me, thought you’d look so pretty coming on my cock.”

you cling to him tighter, moans becoming higher pitched as you approach your high, and you try to muffle the sounds by burying your face in the crook of his neck. the truth is, you did. you fucked yourself with hushed pleas of his name falling from your lips, but it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now.

“ah! kaeya, m’close! m’gonna—” just as you’re about to come undone, kaeya abruptly stops, earning a desperate whine from you.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” he coos. you roll your hips against his hand, but it’s no use. “is there something you want!”

you huff and lean your forehead against his shoulder, not saying a word.

“alright, well if that’s the case. . .” he slowly begins retracting his fingers from your hole, but you immediately grip his forearm.

“wanna come! please, please let me come!” your face is burning hot and you pray he doesn’t ask you to look at him. and your prayers are answered as he begins pumping his fingers once more in addition to placing his thumb against your clit.

your orgasm approaches quickly again, and you keep a tight grip on his forearm as his name tumbles from your lips like a mantra.

“go on, love, be good and come for me.”

with one final thrust, you come undone, your body tensing up and walls fluttering as you cream on his fingers. he continues to pump and massage your clit through your high until you whimper from being so sensitive and push his hand away. your chest heaves as you catch your breath, and you completely collapse against him.

kaeya removes his hand from your underwear whilst the other traces small circles on the small of your back. you find the signature smirk on his face when you lean back, still bracing yourself with your hands to his chest, as he licks his fingers clean of your essence. immediately your eyes dart away and he laughs at your cute reaction.

“i think i’ll have to use my tongue next time so i can taste more of you,” he muses and pulls you in for a kiss, and you faintly taste yourself on his lips.

“next time?” you murmur as you pull away. you honestly thought this was going to be a one time thing, and you—albeit begrudgingly—accepted that.

“mhm,” he nuzzles against your neck as he pulls your body closer to his. “you know, i’ve been interested you in quite some time now.”

rosaria’s words echo in your head, “oh, you’re an idiot alright. an oblivious one at that.”

you’re frozen in place, and at your silence kaeya pulls back to look into your eyes. periwinkle eyes shimmer with tenderness and genuine fondness.

“too forward?” the usual lilt in his voice remains, but there’s a tinge of vulnerability with it.

“archons,” you exclaim under your breath before pulling him into yet another kiss.

when your guys’ lips finally part, kaeya shrugs off the jacket he was wearing and drapes it over your lap before planting a chaste kiss to your temple.

“i’ll put your things in the dryer, and then i’ll walk you home when everything’s done, okay?”

you nod, your flat is only across the street and you could honestly make it just fine on your own, but you don’t fancy the thought of kaeya leaving your side just yet. the two of you spend the remainder of the time sitting on the laundry folding table, you leaning against his shoulder as he fiddles with your fingers in a comforting silence. every one and awhile there are little whispers of answers to questions asked, or jokes told that result in spits of laughter. he ended up confessing that, after the first time you two met here, rosaria would tell him whenever you planned to visit the laundry mat telling him to make a move already as she was getting fed up with his constant pining. she was honestly close to just telling you herself and letting you two sort it from there.

as you walk through the door of your flat, kaeya following close behind, rosaria looks up from her phone which she had been scrolling through on the couch.

“oh, thank archons, finally!” she groans, earning a grimace from kaeya but a fit of joyful laughter from you.

kaeya is a bit of a pain, but you think it’s definitely something you can get used to.

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𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒

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Taekwoon / Reader ㅤㅤㅤ Painter AU ㅤㅤㅤ Words count: 4.5k

Summary: He saw through your eyes, he saw who was hidding behind the come-hither look and you loved the way he was looking at you. But, after a moment, it wasn’t enough.

Content/Warning: Romance, angst (a bit), “dirty” job, suggestive content.

Saying you were a lucky young woman would've been false. Of course, you had a lot of money, a wonderful apartment, a big and luxurious car and a tone of branded clothing. You ate in fancy restaurants and knew important people. But the way you made your living wasn't the best and, even if your friends, if we could call them like that, told you, you were a strong woman or that they loved you, you knew they were lying. You knew you disgusted them.

After all, you were just an escort girl. The kind of woman who sold her body for VIP parties or moments of simple pleasure. Even if you weren't ashamed about what you did, it wasn't a source of pride either.

You stopped your black Chevrolet Camaro in front of one of your favorite Itaewon pubs and waved at some people who were drinking outside.

"It's rare to see you here on friday nights." A tall tatooed man told you, wrapping his arm around your waist, while you kissed his cheek. "Don't tell me no one wanted you at the Octagon, I won't believe you."

"What can I say? Even a whore like me can have standards." You shrugged taking a sip of his beer.

"You're not a whore, Y/n." A young woman frowned. "You're just..."

"A whore." You chuckled. "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm not a good girl and I don't wanna be."

You greeted them and walked into the pub, waved at other people before sitting at the counter and ordering a whisky at the bartender who, as always, told you, you were gorgeous in your black and silver short dress. And yes, you were!

Legs crossed, a cigarette in a hand and your drink in the other, you were looking at the clients. There were so different from the men you were dating, if we could say you were dating them. Your clients were ridiculously rich and, sometimes, far older than you. But, luckily, most of them just wanted your company, nothing else. They wanted to be seen with a wonderful and astounding young lady at their arm during fancy parties. But, some of them wanted more and, even if you didn't really enjoy it, you gave them what they wanted. It was your job, after all.

Blowing a large cloud of smoke, you turned to the barman but froze, amazed by a paint you could see. Slowly, you stood up and came closer to the canvas, mouth half open. You couldn't say why but this paint shoot you through the heart.

"Do you like art?" A man sitting at the table next to you asked.

"Kind of..." You breathed while you couldn't take your eyes off the canvas. "She's so sad..." You added in a whisper, touching the face of the painted girl with your fingertips.

"She's smiling." He said, frowning lightly at you, his head tilted.

"Her eyes..." You whispered before shaking your head, taking back control on your mind, and looked at the stranger.

Even if he wasn't your "type", looking a little too poor for you, he was breathtaking. Wearing a large and half open white linen shirt, a pair of black ripped jeans and a black borsalino, he was simple and very attrative at the same time. You were a bit surprised by his pink hair but it gave an original touch to his style. Noticing the pens and sketch pad in front of him, you understood he was an artist and even guessed he was the one who painted the canvas.

"Take a seat, Y/n." He invited you, showing the second chair of his table with his slender hand.

"Do you know me?" You asked, tilting your head while you sat in front of him, a smirk on your lips as you put out your cigarette.

"Everyone know you, here." He shrugged lighlty, taking a sip of his wine.

"I never saw you before."

"I never let you see me."

His answer caught you off guard, he was so different from the guys you tried to seduce, he was so calm, so distant and so indifferent. So intriguing.

"Well, now you let me see you, can I know your name?" You smiled, putting your chin in your hands, highlighting your perfect feminine attributes.

"People know me as Leo."

"I see, you're playing hard to get." You chuckled, leaning back on your chair, crossing your arms on your chest. "Or maybe you have highest standards. I-"

"Standards are meaningless." Leo cut you off, a smirk stretching on his lips as he took another sip of wine. "I just don't like the way you see me. I'm not one of your clients, Y/n, and I don't want to be one of them."

"Well, what about if I was yours?"

Leo raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your suggestion. Looking straight into your eyes, he leaned forward, his mouth against his long intertwined hands. At this moment, you knew you piqued his curiosity, and, smirking arrogantly, you took a sip of your whisky.

"I don't take requests and I don't paint for individual customers."

"I'll buy whatever you paint. I have money."

"I don't want your money." He winced lightly, letting you know that your money, or rather the way you were earning it, disgusted him. "I want you."

"And you don't want to be a client?" You smirked. "Yeah, of course. 700 000 won the night."

Leo sighed, losing patience, while he rubbed his forehead. You irritated him and it was a first for you since every man loved you, or at least, loved what you could give him.

"What do you want from me?" You asked sensually, caressing his forearm with your fingertips.

"Nothing you can give." He replied coldly as he stood up, taking his stuff and leaving the pub, leaving you alone at the table, eyes and mouth wide open.

Who's that man?

Back in your luxurious apartment, you clapped your hand to turn all the lights on and threw your branded bag on the huge and expensive couch installed in the middle of your spacious living room. You couldn't stop thinking about this Leo, the harsh way he was talking, his cold eyes. Never has any man been like this with you. And you couldn't deny it, you found it very... interesting.

The night after, instead of hanging out at the Octagon, your favorite hunting ground, you went back at the pub but didn't see the young man. You asked the bartender if he knew where his strange client lived or had at least a clue but the only thing he could tell you was he heard that Leo lived in Dobong district. Which didn't help you.

You spent a big part of the previous night looking for some information about the artist on internet but he didn't talk a lot about him and didn't hold a lot of exhibitions, maybe two of three by year, not more. He didn't talk a lot about him and this fact interested you even more. Maybe he had something to hide.

You thanked the bartender and got back in your car with the firm intention to find Leo on the same night. You drove to Dobong district. You thought that, if you said his name or describe him in some convenient stores, you could get few informations.

But nothing.

No one knew him and, around 3am, you sat in front of an old warehouse, your hand on your head. Leo was like a ghost: people saw him sometimes but didn't know him or where he lived.

"Fucking ghost!" You were ranting about the mysterious man when you heard someone stop in front of you.

"What are you doing here?"

This voice! You raised your head, eyes wide open and saw Leo, a paper bag in his arms, raising an eyebrow as he was looking at you. You were so surprised that you opened your mouth but no words came from.

"Why are you sitting in front of my house?" He asked, taking his key out of his pocket.

"Your... Your house?" You repeated, looking at the warehouse. "Are you living-"

"Yes, I do." He cut you off. "Why are you here?"

"I was looking for you." You replied, standing up and brushing the back of your jeans. "You're playing hard to get but you're even harder to find."

"And why were you looking for me?"

"I... I want you to apologize!"

"You're a bad liar, Y/n." Leo smirked as he opened the front door of the warehouse.

"I... Okay!" You sighed, raising your hands in defeat. "You intrigue me. Happy?!"

You heard him chuckle while he entered his house, letting the door open. You popped your head in the old building when a strong but kind of pleasent scent of paint mixed with pure alcohol hit you.

You stepped in the warehouse and saw that Leo turned it into a giant painting workshop with a place which was probably his studio at the first floor. There was a lot of canvases almost everywhere and a little place that looked like a small stage with a couch and sheets. Even if it was far from different from where you lived, from where you were used to spend your spare time, this place amazed you and you couldn't stop watching all around.

You jumped a little when Leo showed up in front of you, a bottle of wine in his hand, his cold eyes analyzing every of your moves and reactions. A smirk stretched on his lips and, without saying anything, he walked towards a canvas he was painting. Silently, you came closer to him and looked over his shoulder, noticing the girl he was drawing looked like the one you saw at the pub. You wanted to know who she was because you were sure to know her but stayed quiet, stepping back and looking at the other canvas.

Leo was painting a lot of things: portraits, landscapes, still-life, animals, etc... And you were more and more astounded by all the details. Even if art wasn't a thing you were passionate about, Leo's works brought you to another world. It was like you could perfectly see yourself in these wonderful places or talking with those painted strangers.

"I thought you didn't paint for individual customers." You smirked, watching some portraits.

"I don't." Leo replied without looking at you, mixing three colors on his palette. "I don't know these people. There are just passers-by I remember. Will you stay here for long?"

"I'm still waiting for you to apology."

"I won't, I did nothing wrong. If you can't stand when someone doesn't fall for you, it's not my fault."

You sighed, trying to hold back your anger, and came back closer to him, putting your hands on his large shoulders and slidded them in his baroque half opened shirt. He was perfectly build, not too much, not too little, simply perfect.

"What do you want from me that I can't give you?" You asked, lowering your head to his, your lips close to his ear.

"You." He answered without moving or looking at you.

"That's good, I can." You smirked as you turned around him and sat astride his lap, your hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Leo sighed and put his palette and brush on the little table next to him. Once again, you saw you irritated him but, instead of pushing you away, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him which caught you off guard.

"Not like that." He whispered, his lips almost touching yours. "I want you, I really do, but not the way you think."

"How?" You breathed, eyes wide open, heart racing.

"I searched for a muse, a source of inspiration for years and I saw you. I knew you were the one I was looking for when I saw your reaction to my paint in the pub. Do you know why you could see the girl was sad?" You shook your head quietly, swallowing. "Because she's like you. You can fool everyone you want, Y/n, but you can't fool me. I can see behind your charming smile."

"I have a charming smile?" You joked, trying to ease the wave of feelings that hit you.

"The most charming and beautiful I've ever seen." Leo smiled while his thumb ran over your lips delicately. "Be my muse, Y/n. I don't ask for anything else."

Nodding slightly, you put a sweet kiss on his lips, saying that was the way you made a deal.

Your relationship with Leo was really one of a kind and it was the first time you acted like that with a man. Weeks passed by, you started to gradually stop your dirty job, making few extra shifts at the pub you met the artist, and spent most of your time with him. You went back to your apartment maybe one or two times a week but only to check your mail and take some new clothes which ended up on Leo's bedroom floor.

To be honest, it felt like you lived together. You shared your meals, hung out together, split the housework and even slept together, in each other arms, just sleep no sex. You surprised yourself being very domesticated with Leo, hugging him really often, kissing him quickly sometimes, that made him smirk, and strolling in his warehouse wearing your underwear only, a glass of wine in your hand, nodding your head to the music he always listened to.

During one of your long pillow talk, Leo told you his real name was Jung Taekwoon and he lost his parents few years ago. He was very honest with you, saying he was one of the most well paid artists of Seoul but he'd rather give most of his money to charities than keep it for himself. He was an outsider and didn't want to live like others.

And he amazed you day by day.

The more you stayed with Taekwoon, the more you needed to be with him, to be in his arms, to be the only woman he was looking at like the way he did. For the first time, you found yourself beautiful in someone else's eyes. For the first time, you felt you were desired for what you really were even if Leo never touched you the way you were used to with your former clients. Yes, for the first time, you knew you were loved.

But, it wasn't the same love you felt for Leo.

Taekwoon saw you as his muse, only his muse, while you saw him as your savior, the one who showed you you were more beautiful and worthy than you thought. He was the first man you sincerely loved, the only one you really wanted. But yeah, you were just his muse, his source of inspiration, his broken angel that had fallen from Heaven, his perfection. Nothing else.

And it killed you.

Dancing in his workshop, carried away by the music that your friend listened to 24/7, you were enjoying your simple life when your eyes landed on him. When he was painting, he seemed to be in his own world and you always found him ethereal when he was so focused on his work. But, this night, you wanted to hang out.

Tiptoeing over him, you crawled onto his lap and, wrapping your arms around his neck, burred your face against his collar bone.

"Bored?" He smirked, sliding his left hand on your lower back, tracing little circle on it. He put his brush when he felt you nod and cupped your face, making you look at him. "Do you want to hang out?"

"Yeah but I know you won't like the place I want to go." You pouted, lowering your eyes.

"Big club?" You shook your head slightly. "A lot of people?" You shrugged. "I can't say no to you."

"Really?" You raised your head, eyes sparkling. "I promise, it's not a big club but-”

"It's okay, my love." He whispered, letting you kiss him tenderly, pulling you closer before feeling your hips grind a little on him. "Go get ready." He breathed, trying to hold back his excitement.

You smiled against his lips as you left a light growl escape from your lips and ran to his studio while he chuckled a bit, amused by your cute but racy behavior.

You drove to the Cake Shop, an undergroud club of Itaewon where you were known as one of the most popular regular. It was a place you spent a lot of time before starting your escort girl life. You still came sometimes but it wasn't a hunting ground, just a club you were going when you wanted to stay alone but surrounded by people. But you hadn't come for almost half a year.

When the bouncer saw you come to the front door, he opened wide his eyes, not believing you were back at the Cake Shop after months without news. You greeted him with a delightful smile and kissed his cheek, pushing slihghtly under his chin to close his mouth.

"It's been a while." The bouncer smiled before looking at your stunning shape. "Still gorgeous, Y/n."

"Thank you, oppa. Do you think we can come in?" You asked, wrapping Taekwoon's arms around your waist. "I want to show him the best club of Itaewon."

"Of course, you can." He said, opening the front door, and pat Leo's shoulder. "You're such a lucky man."

Your friend nodded with a smirk and followed you inside, frowning a little since he wasn't used to clubs, big or small. You chuckled when you saw his face and squeezed his hand in yours, smiling at him lovingly. He kissed your head and walked to the counter, intertwining your fingers.

Settled between his thighs, sipping your vodka-redbull, you were dancing discreetly when Taekwoon noticed it and, whispering in your ear, told you to go on the dancefloor.

"I don't think you'd love to see me dancing." You winced, raising your eyebrows as you took another sip of your drink.

"I love seeing you dancing."

"When I'm at yours, Leo. When I'm alone."

He licked his lips a little, frowning again. It was true that, every time he saw you dance was when you were in his workshop, he never saw you dancing surrounded by people, especially men. But he also knew you really wanted to enjoy this night and he couldn't force you to stay with him all the time.

"Have fun." He smiled at you, pushing you slightly.

You thanked him, pecked his mouth and ran to the dancefloor, a large smile on your lips as an idea came to your mind. A bad idea, yes, but an idea, though.

Leo understood what you wanted to say when you told him he wouldn't like to see you dancing in the dancefloor. It wasn't the way you moved, he loved all your moves, they were fascinating for him, but he wasn't a fan of the men who were dancing with you. They were a little too close to you, their hands touched your hips or thighs a little too much, you smiled a little too friendly while your hips waved a little too sensually. Everything was a little too something.

He surprised himself, growling, when a stranger leaned his face close to yours but he didn't move, faking a smile when you looked at him. His reaction disappointed you and, teeth clenched, you left the dancefloor, walking furiously outside.

Confused about your reaction, Taekwoon paid for the drinks and followed you, asking the bouncer in which direction you went. As soon as the bouncer told him you took a dark and narrow street, Taekwoon ran over you and found you sat on the floor, your face down in your hands, a cigarette stuck between your fingers. He could hear you cry as he came closer and it broke his heart to see you like that, so fragile.

"Let's go home, my love." He murmured, croutching in front of you.

"Why?" You growled weakly as you raised your head. "Did you get another wonderful idea of painting?! Does it inspire you to see me like that?!"

"What are you saying? I hate seeing you like that."

"It's your fault!" You shouted, pushing him and making him fall as you stood up. "You don't give a fuck about what I think, about my feelings! You only see me as your fucking muse! Guess what! I don't want to be that shit anymore! I want to be more than your muse!" You didn't even notice you had started crying while you were yelling at him.

"Y/n, I-"

"Shut up!" You cut him off, making him open his eyes wide. "You saved me, Taekwoon! I was just a fucking whore when we met! But since I'm with you, I stopped what I was doing before! I try to be a good woman! I try to make you proud of me! But you don't see what I do! You don't see how much I need you! How much I love you!"

Leo stood up suddenly and brutally pressed his hands on the wall behind you, on each side of your head, catching you off guard. His eyes were full of anger. You already saw him mad, and, even if he had never shouted at you or been violent to you, you knew how scary he could be.

"Don't push me." Taekwoon growled, looking straight into your eyes, his face just inches away from yours.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Leo. I... I won't-"

"Never again." He added harshly, making you flinch a little and close your eyes. "Don't do that. Don't be afraid of me."

"I'm so... I'm sorry, I didn't want to up... to upset you." You breathed, shaking like a leaf. "I'll... I'll keep being your-"

Taekwoon abruptly locked his lips on yours, slidding a hand behind your head while the other reached your lower back and pulled you closer to him. You pressed your hands against his shoulders but he growled against your lips, reminding you not to push him. Never again.

A moan escaped from your lips when Leo slidded his thigh between yours, deepening the kiss as he pressed you against the wall. Few seconds later, Leo pulled away and, gasping for air, he put his forehead against yours, smiling a little when you pecked his lips shyly.

"I saw, Y/n." He whispered, raising his mouth to your forehead, keeping you in his arms. "I saw everything you did but I wasn't sure about the situation, about us and my feelings. You were my muse and I didn't think I could see you differently. But when I saw you with these men." He smirked when he heard you swallow. "You did this on purpose, right?" You nodded. "Congratulations, my love, your plan worked."

"I'm sorry about what I said, Leo. I still want to be your muse."

"You're so much more than that." He murmured, cupping your face and kissing you again.

After the night at the Cake Shop, things became really different. You sold your luxurious apartment and almost all your clothes. The only thing you couldn't give up was your car, but Taekwoon liked it too so it wasn't a problem if you kept your dear Chevrolet Camaro. You also completely moved on from your past life and, even if you kept contact with some of your former clients with who you became friends, you didn't want to hear about the escort girl world ever again. Moreover, your extra shifts at the pub you met Taekwoon turned into a real job and you were bartending during the day.

Even if it was far from your past, you loved your new life, you loved it so much and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

You were serving drinks in the pub when the front door opened and Taekwoon came behind you, putting his hands on your hips.

"Hi, my muse." He whispered in your neck, kissing it lovingly.

"Hi, handsome." You chuckled and kissed his cheek before getting back to the counter. "Why are you here?"

"I had to show you something." He smiled, pulling out a magazine he had in the back of his jeans.

"Oh my God, it's out!" You shouted, taking the book from his hand, flipping through it and finding the interview he gave. "Wow! The pictures are beautiful!"

"Can you just read this part?" Leo asked, pointing at a part of the interview.

You nodded and started to read, opening gradually wide your eyes. The journalist asked your boyfriend if he could talk about his personnal life a little and, for the first time, Taekwoon agreed, making public your relationship.

"I am actually dating someone, an amazing and strong woman I met in a pub. She is a former escort girl with a sad story. Her mother abandoned her when she was a teenager. She had to do a lot of devaluing things but, when I saw her for the first time, I knew who she really was. She is the kind of girl you only meet once in a life. We started our relationship as friends even if she almost lived with me. We spent a lot of time together and were really close. But things changed some months ago and we started dating. She was my muse and now, she is much more than that. It might sound a little cheesy but I really can't imagine my life without her. When she is reading this, I will ask her to share the rest of her life with me."

Tears running along your cheeks, you raised your head slowly and looked at Leo who was holding a little velvet box in his hand. Without saying anything, he opened it and showed you a wonderful golden ring with a discreet heart shaped diamond. You saw him smirk shyly and, jumping over the counter, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nodding and smiling.

You pulled away, wiping your cheeks, and let Taekwoon put the ring on your finger. Crying tears of joy, you touched the magnificent jewell carefully when Leo cupped your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

"Proposing through an interview..." You chuckled against his lips. "You're really an outsider, Leo."

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