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doiliedaze · 3 days ago

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The Jewel of the Sea

Warnings: Sevika kidnaps reader, age gap (reader is 25 and Sevika is around her early 40s), reader is chaotic, enemies to lovers, mean Sev for a while, y’all threaten each other a lot and both have hit each other, Sevika kills someone, reader almost dies, another awkward fight scene, virgin reader, reader cums fast because that’s normal for a first time (so is taking a second), reader has blood on her when they have sex, praise, check-ups, reader gets eaten out, tribbing, I think that’s it LMAOOOO

Genre: fluff, angst, smut

A/N: im so excited for this fic and will be expanding on pirate Sevika!! They are so soft to me like I love them together!! Thank you all for your support I get so happy seeing you all and talking to you guys ʕ̡̢̡⌯͒•ɷ•⌯͒ʔ̢̡̢ this is long asf omg and I wasn’t gonna make it a series cause I can’t have another series rn lol

Translations- priya = darling, jaanu = my life

I researched that her name has Hindi, Sanskrit origins so I thought this would be a cute way to tie her culture in.

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Tonight is the night you’ve been raised for, tonight you become queen. The day was going as planned. Flowers here, knights there, it was almost out of a fairytale. You knew this was too good to be true. You’ve been known for your intuition, it’s why your parents put you before your older sister. Whom holds no resentment towards you only a sadness that you couldn’t pursue your own dreams.

Since you were little you’ve adored the ocean, often thinking in another life you were a mermaid. Admiring the idea of protecting the ocean and it’s creatures somewhat like how you saw your mother care for her people. To swim as free as your sister rode. To sing an enchanting song to defeat enemies as your father cut others with his words.

You often reminisce on the idea and in your opinion it helps you be a better princess. Your thoughts were interrupted as your seamstress finish the last lace detail on you coronation dress. You step off the box to admire yourself stuck in utter awe.

Time passes as you wait behind that humongous door, the door that’ll start the new chapter in your 25 years. The love your family expressed to you unmistakable. As soon as you were alone you felt odd? Almost on edge…

You kept your eyes peeled, and shrugged it off as nerves. The thing about intuition is, it’ll work for you if you work with it.

Ignoring the churn in your stomach you walk as you hear the cue of the violins. As soon as the door opens, chaos is afoot!

Your eyes can’t focus on anything as you look for your family whom are nowhere to be found! Panic is settling into you as you try to create a plan. You see a discarded sword and pick it up awkwardly clutching it, you were always better with archery.

Running through the crowd not sure how to help or what to do your eyes settle on her.

She’s looks like she’d tower over you and hunt you down. You notice her scars and her mechanical arm. Her light smirk and her piercing gaze. It’s like the confusion in the crowd didn’t matter because she was steadily stalking towards you. You’ve heard of her before, she’s known for what she does and how she gets away with it.

Prey in a predators radar is exactly what you were, but you had a choice to fight or flee. You choose to flee as it’ll be you advantage. You know this castle and it doesn’t matter how many times they could’ve mapped it out this is your home.

Clutching the sword you run through the doors and into the hallway. Your main focus is making it to your crawl space which will take you to the gardens. As soon as you got close enough, the knob a fingertip away a sturdy hand grabs your waist and pushes you to the floor. Your sword drops as you try to brace your fall. Not ready to give in despite the pain in your body, you kick at her.

She laughs, how dare she mock you?

To make sure you stay still so her crew could make a swift escape she knocks you out with a cloth.

In almost an instance you went from queen to be, to hostage.

In a haze you wake up in a strange room, it looks to be a office with a makeshift bedroom area? You grip the sheets as you sit up eyes taking in the decor. Treasure here and there, maps neatly tucked away. Slowly you get up feeling that you are without your corset. Heat runs to your face but you push that aside as you look for a weapon.

Gathering courage you go out into the deck looking for her. That brute that took you from your home! The sun was blinding as and the smell of the sea was consuming but you saw her.

You storm up to her despite the laughs from her crew that quite when you dawn the knife you found.

Her express has yet to change from that smug satisfaction.

“Take me home, I demand it!” You yell pointing the knife at her face.

“Careful princess you might hurt yourself.” She laughs, oh what you’d give to rip that laugh out of her throat.

Before you could protest further she grabs then squeezes your wrist disarming you. You squirm as she slings you over her shoulder and makes her way back to her room.

Softly she places you on the bed and closes the door. “You’ll be staying in my quarters.” She states as she gives you space.

“Take me home!”

“I know you aren’t deaf.” She snorts

“You must be dumb because I refuse to stay on this ship!” With that she gets in your face, “you’ll mind how you talk to me.”

Anger rising in you, you spit on her square in her face.

Keeping her composure she steps back and wipes her face.

“I understand this isn’t ideal but you’ll get use to it.”

“Wow an understanding pirate how lucky am I!” You say with an eye roll.

“I took you because of your looks but you’ll stay because of that mouth.”

Being as bull headed as you are, you get off the bed and walk up to her.

“I will be going home with your permission or not!” You keep your voice steady and clear.

Swiftly she pushes you up against the nearest wall. Her breath ghosting your neck. Her thick fingers playing with the lace on the bust of your dress. “Don’t push me princess, you aren’t the first pretty thing I’ve thrown overboard.”

Fear churning in your stomach you whimper softly, pulling a wolf like grin out of her.

“You like that pretty thing? Being threatened is that what gets ya goin’.” Softly she tugs on your dress revealing more of your plush breast.

Your chest heaves as no one has seen you like this. “You are a degenerate.” You state avoiding eye contact. “Sometimes” she states as she moves her flesh hand to pull a stray coil. You swat at her hand and she moves, “get some rest you’ll need it for tomorrow princess.”

Defeated and highly flustered you lay in the bed and give your mind to your dreams.

Your nights use to end with you going to sleep alone and you waking up alone until one night. Sevika was charting at her desk and you were reading on the bed. When she assumed you were getting sleepy she packed up to leave but you broke the silence. “Stay…please.”

She gave you an expression you couldn’t read but she obliged. She puts her things down and lays next to you. “Trouble sleeping?”

“Before this I’ve never slept on a ship before…it’s different.”

“It’s not that bad once you get used to it.” She awkwardly slide her fingers into yours. Obvious she hasn’t done this before. You put your pride to the side and nuzzle into her. “I had a bear…I can’t sleep without her so…” with that she just squeezes you close, embracing you. Being able to relax you inhale until you drift off to sleep.

The next months were a blur as you roam the ship endlessly. You were peering out at sea when you smell her behind you. That strong scent of wood burned into your senses.

“What’s occupying your mind priya?” Her rough hand softly touching your shoulder.

Priya…you still don’t know what it means but it’s nice to hear, better than a condescending princess or pretty thing.

Over these last few months you’ve learn to tolerate her. You two still argue like there’s no tomorrow but you grew to worry when she would stress and you’d help keep order. You saw how she’d grow to worry when you couldn’t sleep or if you’d stare off too long, wanting this to be a home for you how this has been a home to her crew.

“I want to go home.” You sigh leaning forward, gripping the ledge.

“You are home.” Sevika states coldly, “ I don’t understand why this isn’t enough for you?”

“Why being a hostage isn’t enough for me?”

“Hostages don’t get freedom or new clothes you choose to stay on the boat when we dock!”

“I refuse to be seen with you!” You shout turning to face her. The hurt in her eyes are evident but she pushes it down, “this is what I get for protecting a brat!”

“You aren’t protecting me at all! I told you I’m going home with or without you!”

“How would you suppose you’d get home princess?” She cocked her eyebrow and spoke with venom.

Irritated and wanting to prove your point you look around and it dawns on you, you are an amazing swimmer.

Without warning you hoist yourself over the ledge and fall into the ocean. The water was cool but not unbearable.

You sink down trying to gain cover with the bubbles of your submersion but it wouldn’t matter because Sevika jumped in after you.

Concerned more than angry she swims to you and with a rope and the help of the crew the two of you are retrieved!

“Are you out of your fucking mind y/n! Do you not understand how you could’ve hurt yourself pulling a stunt like that?” She shouts not giving you a chance to catch your breath. The crew was quite, it’s a big divide whenever you two argue, Ran typically getting in the middle of it.

“Why can’t you understand you took me from my home and I don’t feel safe with you!”

Angrily she grabs your face squeezing just enough to leave a sting. “So all the nights I hold you and talk to you doesn’t make you feel safe?” You claw at her biceps as you feel tears well in your eyes.

“That’s enough Sevika I think she understands she’s wrong.” Ran states stepping closer.

Sevika can feel her stomach churn because she made you cry. “There’s nothing to see here go back to your stations!” She yells as she pushes you into Ran then left to her quarters.

With that you walk away and go to your spot. You like to sit on the front of the ship with her right hand Ran. They are sweet to you surprisingly and keep you updated on your kingdom. You’ve been presumed dead and your family is devastated but they have to move on.

“I don’t understand why she keeps me here, I refuse to help.” You sniffle and wipe your face.

“You’re entertaining to her I suppose.” Ran says with a shrug, “I don’t question her anymore she wouldn’t give me a straight answer at least when it comes to you.”

“Why’d you guys raid my castle in the first place?” You turn to face them.

Ran’s shoulder tense slightly. “Not sure if I should tell you honestly.”

“You’re the only person I can talk to Ran please!” You grab their hand.

“We were raiding your kingdom because we heard of a King getting ready to kill his heir and we wanted to goods before the drama settled in.” They avoided your eyes feeling a slight shame.

Dread seeps into your heart as their words repeat in your head “ a King getting ready to kill his heir.”

“No I…he wouldn’t!” You stand abruptly, “he loves me!”

“He was raising you for slaughter! Who makes their second in line the monarch? Look I know this is hard but you ever wondered why your family never truly went looking for you? We’re a notorious group and-”

Without another word you were running to Sevika.

When you enter the bedroom you find her frustrated at the desk writing in her journal.

“How may I help you princess?” She mutters without even looking at you, “he was trying to kill me?” You whisper as your voice shakes.

Sevika looks up at you not sure how she wants to respond. She’s never been good with emotions whether it’s hers or someone else’s. Sevika had to grow up in a world where she was the only person who cared about her. That’s why it was so easy to make the seas her home.

Slowly she opened her arms to you and you run over to her lap. In disbelief you sob on her mechanical shoulder. “Why would he do that to me?” You ask in broken breaths.

Sevika could feel her heart in her throat unsure how to respond. When she was younger she imagined having friends and having to comfort them but she never got there with anyone besides Ran and Ran isn’t a crier. So she pulls you closer and lays her head on yours. “If you didnt take me…do you think that would’ve been the day?”

“Priya I don’t know much…but I do know you get headaches after you cry so stop crying please.” She whispers as she wipes your tears. You try to even your breathes but you can’t. So there you sit in your accidental saviors embrace.

Ever since that day you’ve been attached to her hip. This life isn’t what you’d imagined but it’s yours. You often think back and try to see what you missed but it’s no use.

“Sev, whats your favorite thing about being a pirate besides killing people?” You ask as you two walk around a market. You feel like a true swashbuckler with your floppy hat, flowy fabrics and the gun Sevika taught you how to use.

“Watching my crew enjoying themselves.” She bites into an apple then hands it to me, “you all deserve nice things and that’s better than bloodshed…I guess.”

“Big ole’ softy…” you nudge your shoulder into her as you bite the apple.

“Don’t get use to it.” She mutters and you were going to tease back till you saw an amulet.

“Jaanu look!” You point but she stops, “what did you call me?” Her voice unsteady. “Jaanu? Oh I…well you call me priya so I wouldn’t to call you something sweet too…I don’t necessarily know what either means but I read it in one of your romance novels you like to hide.” You state this like it’s no big deal as you buy the golden amulet. Sevika can feel her face burning and her palms sweating. “Priya means darling and jaanu means my life.”

Stopping in the middle of a market is frowned upon as it slows the hustle and bustle of the environment but you could care less as you stare into her grey eyes. “Then here jaanu I want you to have this.”

You lean up on your tippy toes and clasp the amulet around her neck, “now you’ll always carry me with you.” With that you walk away to catch up with Ran but you look over your shoulder to see her lopsided smile.

You were too busy gushing to Ran about what happened that you weren’t watching your surroundings. You’re still getting use to being a pirate let alone an ex-royal. Technically people still want you dead so it was confusing when Ran tackles you!

Word got out about Sevika’s new lover and how she favors the beauty of a princess. There’s been more incidents at the docks lately but nothing this bold! Another crew mate covered you two as Ran and you prepared your guns.

Lost in the frenzy you got separated. You get a sense of deja-vú. A weapon in your hand you haven’t used on anyone before, fear churning in your stomach and your intuition screaming at you.

Sevika isn’t around to immediately safe you so you have to choose; fight or flight. You don’t need a repeat of what happened a year ago so you choose to gain cover and shoot.

Aim is sloppy but you hit enough people more to disarm them, not having the heart to kill anyone.

That’s when you feel a cold gun pressed to the back of your head. Panic is seeping into your body, what do you do in a situation like this? You aren’t savvy enough to fight them off.

You thought back to all the moments you made on the ship, how you just accepted this is your life. Now it’s getting taken away. You close your eyes thinking about how you wish to be in Sevika’s arms one more time, to tell her how you feel.

In an instance you hear a pop and you assume it was you but you feel a thick warm liquid flow down your shoulder. You look back and there she stood. Sevika always protecting you.

Quickly she rounded you and the crew up. “Are you hurt?” Sevika held your face, her grey eyes searching yours. Not wanting to waste another moment you kiss her.

You two fumble to your quarters, breathing heavily. She shakily takes your clothes off as she bites your neck. “Been wanting you for so long priya.”

“Take me then” you moan clawing at her clothes. Sevika pushes you down on the bed and pressed your things to your chest. Her thick tongue slowly licks and teases your cunt. “Jaanu please I want more” you mewl overwhelmed by the sensations.

“I’m going to take my time and you will listen. Now this might hurt for a second so breathe f’me.” She pushes one finger into you slowly and listens to your drawn out moan. “Feels good priya?”

“Fuck yes!” You moan as you bite your lip. Needing to do something with your hands you pull her hair. “Sevika more!”

“Can’t ever stop being a brat huh?” Always striving to make you happy she pushes another finger in. Her tongue wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly.

Broken moans is the only thing able to come from your throat as you cum into her mouth. “Are you okay, does anything hurt?”

“No more please” you whine although this position is hurting your thighs.

Sevika gently placed her bare cunt against yours and rubs. The satisfaction of that small amount of friction got you wet. “Fuck you feel so good” she moans into your ear.

“You make me feel so good” you lick the outer shell of her pierced ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Your hips grind up against hers and you feel yourself already on edge so you both slow down. The drawn out strokes had you both twitching and moaning. The mixture of your juices staining the sheets when y’all came.

Sevika leans her forehead against yours and says, “promise to sail the seas with me forever?”

“I do.”

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A/n: this is the longest fic I ever wrote and bitch I don’t wanna do this shit again🥹 in all seriousness I wanted to push myself and I can see the moodboard already!! I hope you all enjoyed this and criticisms is welcomed!!

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berfgrimm · 3 days ago

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staring at the sun | choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x reader

pairing: choi seunghyun (t.o.p) x f!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, sneaking around, hair pulling, pet names, dirty talk, a smidge of self doubt sprinkled around.

note: this is my take on combining a few requests i got, because i got inspired from a couple of edits i saw on tiktok and listening to a tvotr song. i tried writing this a little differently than I normally write, and i had this vision of ‘deleted or extended scenes’ of certain moments described here, which is something i’ve never done before. maybe it’s silly, but if you guys like this then I’ll expand on those scenes and give you some more from this story’s universe. also don’t chat to me about this being pink hair era, it is my favorite so maybe I’ll be writing about it the most. so what. anyway, enjoy!

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The first time you kissed Seunghyun was an accident — well, maybe not an accident, because he intended to kiss you, but it certainly was unexpected. It was in the middle of one of the band’s performances when the boys stepped off the stage for a brief break in between songs, and as a stagehand, you were responsible for the hydration of Seunghyun that night. You waited for him at the stage exit, two bottles of water in your hands and a welcoming smile on your face.

When he walked towards you, there was a frenzied look in his eyes; not panicked, but more energized, wired from the show. As much as he likes to keep a stoic demeanor about him during most performances, you know he adores what he does. It brings him a joy that you seldom see in people, and it makes you both jealous and grateful that he’s able to feel such satisfaction — he deserves it.

Seunghyun had a determined walk that night to go along with his intensity, like he couldn’t wait to get off of the stage because he had to do something. You held the bottles towards him as he neared, smiling still. He stopped too close to you, that was the first thing you noticed. You didn’t have a problem with him being in your personal space, not in the general sense of the word anyway. It was more of a disadvantage, maybe a hindrance — you couldn’t operate at 100% with him that close.

It would happen each time Seunghyun even brushed you as he tried to walk by, or when he gave you the friendliest of touches. Your skin would flush, your breath would catch in your throat, and you’d find it hard to even speak. That night was no different, if possible, it was even worse. Not only was he standing in your space, you could feel the heat radiating off of him, he was so close.

“How is it?” he asked, taking a water from your grasp and twisting the cap off. He threw his head back to take a large glug of water; you couldn’t help but fixate on the sweat on his skin, and his throat as he swallowed. Your mouth went dry at the sight. “Well?” You hadn’t realized he was finished with the bottle and was focused on you again, a faint grin on his lips. You couldn’t answer him, your words were caught in your throat and the more he stared at you, the worse it got.

That’s when he leaned towards you, stooping just enough to dip his head closer. The moment felt almost cinematic. The buzz from the fans that still cheered on the other side of the curtain, the bright lights that shone from every direction, the way he paused just before his lips met yours. When you let out a shuddered breath and leaned closer to him, Seunghyun took the hint, and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was soft and quick, just a peck, before he pulled back to look into your eyes. You don’t remember what face you made in response, but it was enough for Seunghyun to place his hand on your hip, gently pushing you backwards until your back hit a wall. You were out of view of anyone who would have walked by, secluded yet surrounded by thousands of people. This time when he kissed you, he was pressed against you harder, more intensely.

He didn’t kiss you like he was frantic, or he needed it, but instead like he was curious, almost scientific. He admitted later that he was nervous but you didn’t get that sense at the time. He didn’t even act like he enjoyed it, and before you knew it, the kiss was done and he was needed back on stage. He took the other water bottle from your hand and was gone before you uttered a word. You were confused to say the least.

Seunghyun didn’t talk to you about it afterwards. The band had another show the following night, and when you stood in the same spot, two more bottles in your hands, you were nervous. As he walked in your direction, you were certain you’d pass out from the way your heart pounded in your chest, but thankfully, your feet were firmly planted.

This time, when he reached you, Seunghyun once again drank a whole bottle of water before planting another kiss on your lips. Since it was a different venue than the night before, the secluded space you shared was no longer an option. Instead, he backed you against a stack of trunks, one hand on your hip to pin you in place.

In the moment, you weren’t sure if it was some sort of fantasy that your brain was making you believe was reality. There’s no way that this highly sought after man would be kissing you in private during his shows. It didn’t make sense. But the kiss was different this time, as he slipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen it briefly. Before you could fully enjoy the kiss, it was over again, and he left you standing alone in seclusion.

That was the start of a tradition. Each night, during their very brief intermission, Seunghyun would meet you backstage and hide behind anything nearby so you could kiss. It was sneaky and clandestine, and it gave you a knot in your stomach each time.

It took you until the fifth night for you to put your hands on him — both hands set simply on his hips; until then, you’d stayed still, too worried that if you tried to touch him, it would spoil the moment. Seunghyun told you later that he felt the same way, overthinking the moments and thinking that if he touched you too much or said anything about it, you wouldn’t want to kiss him anymore.

By the eighth night of kissing in secret, you felt something switch inside of you, and when you put your hands on his hips, you slid them up his body, feeling the heat of his skin under his sweat soaked shirt. You vividly recall the way you could feel his heart pounding as you pressed your hands flat against his chest. He responded by wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

That night, when Seunghyun pulled away from you, that same switch inside of you drove you to grab his belt buckle and pull him in for one last quick kiss. As your lips were connecting, you could see a very small amused smirk on Seunghyun’s lips — at least he wasn’t mad.

Two weeks of kissing and gentle, explorative touching backstage at concerts. Away from your secret rendezvous, you had initially not treated each other any differently; friendly, joking, cordial. But at the end of week two, you started to notice the looks Seunghyun would give you when no one else was looking, along with the way he seemed to linger in your personal space. That made you more nervous than the kissing did.

“Why do you stare at me when the guys aren’t looking?” you asked him one night while he was kissing you. It made him stop altogether, peering into your eyes breathlessly. You were momentarily worried that you’d spoiled it by asking, as neither of you spoke during these moments before. It took him a few seconds of thought before he could answer, during which your eyes didn’t leave his face.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he admitted. “I think about it whenever you’re around. Sometimes when you’re not.” You blushed, not expecting the softness and candor in his response. “This is my favorite part of each night,” he added.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you asked. Seunghyun nodded, staring directly at your mouth as he waited for you to continue. “I really like doing this in secret,” you began, feeling your nerves spread through your whole body. “It’s sexy.”

You’d never forget the glint in his eyes when you said it, excited and something almost devious. You wished you could have a picture of the way he looked at you, but it ingrained itself in your memory anyway. He looked like he was overcome with desire, for you.

The signal for him to return to stage came far too soon after that. He didn’t get to truly respond to what you had said, but he told you later that it was all he could think about for the rest of the night. You agreed with him, remembering the way that you trembled with excitement at what could come of the conversation.

The next night of the tour something changed. It wasn’t ideal to say the least. One of the other stagehands said they wanted to switch positions, and of course, your manager agreed to the change. You didn’t have time to tell Seunghyun of the change ahead of time, but you still tried to make yourself visible when he exited the stage.

The obvious look of disappointment and confusion on his face would have been funny if you didn’t feel the same way. He had glanced beyond the other stagehand to where you stood, mindlessly rolling up some cables, staring directly at him. He changed the look on his face quickly, shifting back to the stoic persona he usually presented, and acted as though nothing was wrong.

Later that night, after the show ended, you wandered through the corridors of the venue, making sure all of the leftover equipment had been gathered. You were so focused on the task, you didn’t hear Seunghyun sneaking up behind you, so you let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby utility closet.

It was pitch black in the room, but you could tell it was him. His breathing, his smell, his energy, it was all around you and as you felt the warmth of his body closing in on you, all you could do was throw your arms around his neck to pull him in.

It was the first time he touched you. Like really touched you. You didn’t miss the slight tremble in his hand as it slid up your stomach, stopping just as his fingertips touched your breast. His hesitancy to not cross a line is what made you feel empowered; you took hold of his hand that barely teased your breast and dragged just a little higher to press his palm against you. He took the hint and wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing gently.

“I hated not being able to kiss you earlier,” he admitted, kissing your cheek as he held you close.

“I got reassigned.”

“I’ll take care of that.”

The way Seunghyun said it, without a single shred of uncertainty, because he knew whatever he would say to the team would happen…the power that he had…

You kissed him again, so worked up with excitement, you bit his lip. Not too hard, but enough to make him chuckle into your mouth. You didn't realize right away, not until he let out a moan, but your hand had worked its way down to touch him through his pants. You worried for a moment that you crossed a line but he was already getting hard before you touched him.

“Is this how you want our first time to be?” Seunghyun asked, kissing your neck as he ground himself against your hand. “In a utility closet? In the dark?”

“You can have me wherever you want me.”

“But you love the secrecy,” he teased. “You love hiding but you love the thought of being caught. You love being my secret, don’t you, princess?”

“I do,” you admitted. Seunghyun let out a soft gasp, a little rumble of that deep voice, as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re a good girl,” he said, gently. “But we don’t have time to do this here.” You were disappointed, of course, but you knew he was right. You had a job to do and it would be suspicious for him to be missing for too long. “We have two days off of the tour next week,” he continued. “In Melbourne. We’ll get a hotel.”

“Okay,” you replied, breathless from excitement.

“I’ll make sure you’re back in your regular assignment, as well,” he added. “I won’t be able to handle not kissing you for a week. I love being able to see you like that every night.”

You’d never expected Seunghyun to be so open to admit what could be perceived as weakness. He always came across very closed off, and protective of his emotions around most people apart from his fellow bandmates — even then, he didn’t seem quite as open.

The next several days seemed to drag on forever as you waited to have alone time with Seunghyun. Still, you had your stolen glances and private make out sessions every night, each kiss more desperate than the last, hands moving heavier with more determination.

The last show before the two day break, Seunghyun unbuttoned your jeans and began to slide his hand into your panties. You tensed, and he froze, panic spreading across his face, thinking he crossed a line. You stared into each other’s eyes and his hand stayed just barely past the elastic of your panties, unsure of what to do. You nodded slowly to give him permission to continue, and then you lowered your gaze to watch between your bodies as his hand traveled deeper into your panties.

You could recall that first sensation when his fingers, surprisingly cold, gently touched your folds. He didn’t tease you, no, there wasn’t enough time and you were so close to your hotel date so he wouldn’t do it just yet. Instead he made sure his fingers were wet with your juices before he pulled back, sliding his fingers into his mouth as he kept his gaze on you.

You worried you’d faint from the sight of him savoring your taste, but he gave you a wink, and headed back to the stage before you had the opportunity to even respond. Seunghyun told you later that he could taste you on his lips and tongue for the rest of the show, and that he had to focus not to get hard in front of everyone. You told him that you could feel his cold, soft fingers touching you for the rest of the night, and that you would let him fuck you on stage if that was what he wanted to do. He blushed but you could tell he definitely envisioned it.

You weren’t sure what to expect when it came to being alone in a hotel with Seunghyun, so your mind came up with hundreds of different scenarios that could potentially play out. During your secret rendezvous with him, he was tender for the most part, with the occasional moment of audacity like when he touched you between your thighs.

The first time you had sex with Seunghyun was gentle, the kind of thing you feel like you’d read in a romance novel. There wasn’t a lot of talking apart from the occasional soft whispers of encouragement from him, but your head was too foggy for you to even think of anything else to do except breathe and whimper. You would have been embarrassed by how composed he was compared to you, but you knew he wouldn’t want you to think that way.

You stayed tangled together in bed for what felt like hours after, telling stories of your lives and dreams for the future. As you listened to him open up to you, telling you about all of his hopes and dreams and demons, all you wanted was to kiss him and hold him for the rest of your life. But maybe that wasn’t what he wanted from you.

“Is this it?” you asked him, trying to make your voice stronger than you felt. “After today, are we back to the way things were?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No, not at all,” you said, earnestly.

“Neither do I.”

Things changed from that moment onward, the start of your relationship with Seunghyun. You both agreed that it would be best to keep it between the two of you as long as you could, not ready to deal with the attention of his fans or his bandmates. Beyond that, sneaking around was still so fucking hot.

Once, Taeyang almost caught you. The group had a performance at an award show in Japan that your team wasn't required for. After several days of rehearsals and fittings during which you spent no time together, you finally found a brief moment, maybe ten minutes of time, where Seunghyun wasn’t being pulled in a million different directions. He gave you a quick nod towards the bathrooms, and you knew what he was suggesting.

It was an individual bathroom, no stalls. You snuck inside first, staying at the far side of the room to wait for him to join you. Only a few minutes went by before he finally entered the room, hurriedly locking the door and moving towards you.

“I missed you,” he breathed, crashing his lips into yours for a kiss that he clearly had been waiting too long for. You grabbed his hips and pulled him against you, longing to feel his body again. “Being around you and not being able to touch you like I want to,” he began, kissing along your neck. “Drives me crazy. I don’t know how I’ll manage the next few days not being able to see you.”

You slid your hand to the back of his head, your fingers threading through his short hair, to guide him to a spot on your neck that you love when he kisses. His hands grabbed your sides hard, pinning you to the wall and keeping you in place to grind himself against you.

“Don’t get too worked up,” you warned. “We won’t have time for me to get you off, baby. And I’ve been wanting it so bad, I’ve been dreaming about it. You can’t leave me hungry for you like that.” Seunghyun bit your neck, sucking harder on your skin, clearly trying to leave a mark. “Are you trying to claim me?” you asked, tugging on his hair to get a groan from him. “You want them to see that I already belong to someone?”

“I want you to remember it,” he muttered against your skin. “When I can’t be with you in the next few days, I want you to look in the mirror and see this mark so you’ll remember the way that only I know how to make you feel.”

That was the first time he showed his possessive side, and you were elated. You wanted to return the favor, maybe scratch up his back or his chest to give him something to think about while you weren’t near him but you worried that would be the fastest way to get caught. Sure, Seunghyun seldom showed much skin to anyone, but you knew that his friends enjoyed teasing and pranking one another, which has previously included sneaking pictures of one another while in compromising situations — like in the shower.

The knock on the bathroom door scared you both, and Taeyang’s voice made you even more terrified. All you could do was stare at one another with panic in your eyes.

“Hey, man, we have to leave soon for the next fitting,” Tae called out, knocking again. “Then to the airport for the flight.”

“Okay,” Seunghyun replied, hoping it would be sufficient.

“Are you alright?” came Tae’s response, and she shook the door handle as if he wanted to get in the room. “You sound odd.”

“Be out in a minute.” Seunghyun sounded as irritated as he looked, but thankfully, Tae took the hint and you heard his footsteps retreating. Seunghyun put his hands on the wall on either side of you, looking at you, discouraged. “Text me every time you think of me,” he said. “Especially if it’s dirty.”

“That will be a lot of messages,” you admitted, which made him grin.

“You think about me that much?” he inquired and you nodded, transfixed on his mouth. “Good. Give me details, so I know what my girl daydreams of me doing to her. I’ll miss you.” You make sure to give him another kiss, knowing you won’t see him for several days. “Stay here for a minute after I leave,” he directed. “I’ll make sure no one is around.”

Seunghyun exited first, casually to not draw attention. You counted to thirty before you made your exit, thankfully no one was in sight to be any the wiser.

You sent him fifteen texts that day, which was showing a tremendous amount of restraint compared to how frequently you actually thought of him. Your mind was almost entirely on him from the moment he left your side: sweet thoughts of how you’d love to hold his hand and walk through a market together, tender thoughts of kissing endlessly in his bed, filthy thoughts that you refused to elaborate on via text message but you made sure he knew you needed him in every imaginable way.

That night was the first time you had phone sex with Seunghyun. You couldn’t make it twenty four hours without each other. The sound of Seunghyun trying to keep his moans to a reasonable volume to not get caught by his bandmates in the next room was something you’d think about forever; you wished you could record the sound in your mind and play it whenever you wanted. The slightly static and muffled distortion of his voice coming through the phone somehow made his voice deeper, and when he told you what he would have done to you if you were there with him that night, you switched to a video call so he could watch you touch yourself.

You slowly found out about each other’s kinks. He liked watching you touch yourself because if anyone knew what you liked the most, it would be you. He also liked being called ‘baby’, and having his hair pulled. You told him you liked being more submissive, and you especially enjoyed dirty talk. He said he liked lingerie, the lacy kind, and he ended up buying you three different sets to wear for him. Though you were most nervous to admit this one, and you tried to avoid it altogether, you told him the contact lenses and costume for ‘Bae Bae’ were sexy.

“I’ll wear them for you one day,” he promised. “But you’d better be a dirty girl for me if I do, princess.” You tried to hide your excitement and embarrassment, but Seunghyun saw it immediately. “I love when you get shy,” he smirked, stealing a gentle kiss.

“I love everything you do,” you responded.

The first time you both actually said ‘I love you’ was during one of the intermissions about two months after you started your relationship. You both admitted later that you felt it much earlier on than that, but didn’t want to pressure the other.

Seunghyun said it first. The roles were slightly reversed from usual, as he was the one pressed back against the wall with your hands touching his body over his shirt. Your mouth was leaving a wet trail of kisses along his sharp jawline, tasting the sweat on his skin. His hands were on your backside, pulling you against him hard, letting you work your magic on him.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear then resting his head against yours. You stopped kissing his neck, staying in place, breathing slowly as you let the words sink in. “Is that okay?” he questioned, his hands shifting to your hips now, rubbing soothingly.

“More than okay,” you whispered, nudging your head against his gently. “I love you, too.”

Seunghyun let out a small, excited yell in response to your words, roughly wrapping his arms around you and spinning you both in a circle. You laughed along with him holding on tight as he got out his excited response.

“I knew it, princess. You can’t get enough of me.”

“That’s funny, coming from you,” you retorted, playfully shoving him against the wall again and standing in front of him, both of your hands pressed to his chest. “I’m so fucking in love with you,” you whispered, wistfully.

Seunghyun gave you one last passionate kiss before he had to go back onto the stage. He told you later he felt like it was the best performance he ever gave because he couldn’t stop thinking about how much love was in your eyes when you looked at him.

When Jiyong almost caught you, it was enough to cause you and Seunghyun to have a conversation about the future of your relationship. It was after a show, when Daesung asked you to join the guys and a few others to go to a club. Ordinarily, you would have refused as you didn’t spend a lot of time clubbing, but when you glanced past Daesung towards Seunghyun, you noticed the hopeful look on his face — so you agreed. Maybe the night would give you an opportunity to dance with Seunghyun.

What you hadn’t thought of, however, was what happened a couple of hours before, during your intermission make out session. You decided to tempt Seunghyun, just a little bit, and you wore a skirt. You knew immediately that it worked, because his hands were under your skirt, groping your thighs, as soon as his body touched yours.

The issue was that you had slipped your panties off and handed them to him just before he went back on stage; hot pink panties from a set he had bought. You could see the surprise on his face initially, but his expression changed to something different, more intense. He shoved the clothing into the pocket of his jacket, swooping back towards you for another kiss before he went back to the stage. He told you later that it was one of the sexiest things you ever did, and that he tried to think of a way to do something similar for you, but he didn’t think handing you his briefs would have the same impact.

Fast forward to the club, when Seunghyun took his jacket off and draped it over his seat, only to have your panties fall from his pocket to the floor. Neither of you noticed it until Jiyong spoke.

“Lose something?” he laughed.

“Huh?” Seunghyun asked, prompting Jiyong to point to the clothing on the floor. Your heart leapt to your throat and you were thankful that the lights were low in the club so no one could see the look of shock and embarrassment on your face.

“Pink to match your hair, is that it?” Jiyong teases, taking a sip of his drink. Seunghyun scooped the panties up from the ground, stuffing them into the pocket of his pants this time.

“Caught them on stage,” he explained casually, sitting down again.

“And you decided to carry them with you after you changed clothes,” Jiyong continued, a smirk on his lips as he watched Seunghyun for any signs of deception.

“You don’t have to act so jealous because you didn’t catch any,” Seunghyun responded, a sly smirk on his lips. Jiyong laughed at his friend’s response.

“That’s a shame — I thought you’d finally found someone willing to put up with all of your quirks.” Seunghyun didn’t need to respond, and he told you later that if he didn’t relent when he did, Jiyong would have kept pushing until he figured out your secret.

The best moment of the night was dancing with Seunghyun. Even when you were just friends, you didn’t share a dance together, so you weren’t aware of how good it felt to slow dance and grind with him. To make sure no suspicions were raised, you danced with the others as well, and even though Seunghyun agreed it would be a good idea, you could tell he hated to watch it happen.

Later that night, Seunghyun sent you a video of him, a little tipsy from the drinks that night, and a little frustrated from the lack of time spent with you. He spoke deeper than normal, trying to avoid being heard by anyone through the walls.

“I didn’t like their hands on you,” he muttered. “Touching you like they had the right. It makes me crazy not being able to touch you when I want, princess.” He sounded needy in a way you hadn’t heard from him before, and it made you wish he was with you in your room right then.

It wasn’t until the next day that you had a few moments to spare together where Seunghyun asked you if you were serious about him. You were frustrated with the question at first until you realized why he was asking: you two were getting closer to being caught, and he wanted to save you from the relentless teasing and jokes you’d be subjected to once the others found out. You told him you didn’t care and you loved him, so that was all that mattered. You’d enjoy sneaking around while you still could.

The first time you played a prank on him wasn’t your choice. Daesung and Jiyong talked you into it, because they knew that Seunghyun would expect strange behavior from them during a prank war. You were an objective third party as far as they knew, and you thought going along with their plan would be the best way to keep the heat off of you.

You didn’t think it was a great idea because you knew how much Seunghyun didn’t enjoy showing off his body, but Daesung convinced you to steal Seunghyun’s clothes while he was in the shower. You agreed, and before you knew it, you found yourself sneaking into the shower room in search of his clothes. Until he caught you, all of his clothes bunched up in your hands while he stood opposite you with a towel around his waist.

“You turned on me, princess?” he asked, putting his hands on his hips. “You joined their team?”

“It’s just…for fun,” you explained, cheeks flushing.

“Are you blushing because you’ve been caught or because you want me to drop the towel?” He stalked towards you, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to run away or run closer. “Both?” he smirked.

“Maybe a little,” you mumbled.

“Take the clothes,” he nodded, finally in front of you. “I’ll make a big scene about it, don’t worry. But tonight, I want you to come by my hotel room, and you can pay me back.” He stole a quick kiss from you before gently shoving you in the direction of the exit.

You both acted perfectly together, convincing the other guys that you had pranked him. They laughed uncontrollably as Seunghyun cursed them for talking you into a stupid prank war. After you finally relented and returned his clothes, he spared a quick glance to the others to make sure they weren’t looking when he whispered in your ear.

“My room later,” he said. “You owe me.”

He got you off four times that night before he let you relax. It was a new record for both of you.

The next day was the first time one of the guys suggested Seunghyun ask you out. You weren’t around when it happened, working elsewhere in the arena setting up for the rehearsal, but Seunghyun was practically giddy when he told you later.

From Seunghyun’s retelling of the conversation, Tae was the first to bring it up, mentioning that he could see a spark between the two of you at the club. Jiyong agreed but Daesung mentioned that he felt he had more of a chance with you than Seunghyun did.

“Dae would be my second choice,” you joked with Seunghyun, and thankfully, he laughed in response.

According to Seunghyun, he played the whole thing as casually as possible. At first he denied that there was any sort of spark between you, and then he allowed his friends to make him see it. Still, he shrugged it off, saying he didn’t have time for a relationship. By the end of the conversation, he seemingly dissuaded them of the notion altogether.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell them,” he admitted. “It’s fun sneaking around, and I’m happy being private. Besides, that’s one step closer to the rest of the world finding out. I don’t want you to face them until you’re ready.”

It was sweet how he wanted to protect you, but you felt in a certain part of your mind that maybe he wasn’t ready to tell the world because he wasn’t proud of you. It was a silly notion, and you knew from the way he looked at you that he would do anything for you, just as you would for him. Still, you couldn’t help but hear that small whisper of doubt if you thought too hard about your relationship.

The whisper got softer, and eight months into your still secret relationship with Seunghyun, you couldn’t hear it at all anymore. The tour had ended and you were able to spend more time together without as much worry of being caught. You spent most of your days in his apartment, sometimes yours, watching movies together or staying in bed. You were sometimes treated to the sight of Seunghyun at his desk, writing new music; you think those were your favorite days.

It all brings you to this moment right now. You’re tangled up in the sheets of Seunghyun’s bed, on your back with your hips at the edge, while he’s knelt on the floor with his head between your legs. He has your thighs spread wide for him, pinned down against the bed so he can get at you without issue.

“Fuck, baby,” you moan, fisting his hair to hold him in place where he sucks on your clit. “That feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“Mhm,” he hums against you, and you’re sure you can feel him smirking. He thrusts his fingers into you faster, sensing that you’re close from the way you’re squeezing and grinding against him. “Good girl,” he breathed into you. “Come for me, baby.”

Every time Seunghyun makes you come, it feels better than the last. Your body trembles and you moan out his name so much and so hard, you feel like you’ll lose your voice. This time is no different, and you ride out each and every wave of your orgasm, then dropping back into the sheets, panting.

“I’ll never get tired of the way that sounds,” Seunghyun says, licking the taste of you from his lips and fingers. “You, calling my name, breathing like you’re desperate for air. You’re so beautiful.” You reach towards him, cupping his face with both hands and urging him closer to you. He grins up at you, climbing on top of you on the bed to kiss you passionately.

You’re both so lost in the feeling of one another you don’t hear the front door of the apartment open, and you didn’t hear your friends talking idly while they changed their shoes in the entryway. If you had overheard them, you would have had more time to cover yourselves up or even hide before they entered the bedroom.

“Oh, damn!” Jiyong exclaims, laughing. “I’m sorry!” He covers his eyes and turns from the doorway, but is quickly joined by his two other bandmates who are hurrying to peer into the room.

“No way!” Daesung laughs.

“I knew it,” Tae laughs.

“Fucking go!” Seunghyun yells, pointing at them with one hand as he tries to help you cover yourself with a sheet. “Have some respect!” The other three men almost fall over one another as they scramble from the room, still in a fit of excited laughter. “I’m so sorry,” Seunghyun says, softly, as he turns to check on you. “Are you okay? I didn’t know they were coming over.”

“It’s okay,” you nod, your cheeks still flushed in embarrassment. “I guess the truth is out now.”

“So much for privacy,” he chuckles, grasping your jaw tenderly and pulling you towards him for a kiss. “I’m sorry, princess. If you go get cleaned up, I’ll talk to those idiots, and try to calm them down before you come out there.”

“Okay,” you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replies. You smile, tossing the blanket from your body and moving to stand up from the bed. “Wait,” Seunghyun says, catching your hips, and pulling you to stand in front of where he sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m not upset that they know. I’ll miss sneaking around because it was sexy…but at least we can be open about it. And we can start moving you in here tomorrow.”

“That’s how you ask me to move in with you?” you chuckle, putting your hands on his shoulders.

“You love it here,” he responds, one of his hands slipping between your thighs, touching your still wet and tender folds. “I‘ll be able to touch you anytime you want me to. And we both know…you always want me to touch you.”

“Mmm,” you hum, closing your eyes and letting out a soft sigh. “Maybe. But I’m not going to let you finger me while your friends are in the other room.” Seunghyun laughs, removing his hand from between your legs and making sure you look at him before he slips his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

“Go clean up,” he commands, gesturing to the bathroom. “If I get them to leave before you’re out, I’m coming in there and fucking you in the shower.” You laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder.

“Don’t make a promise that you don’t intend to keep.”

“Oh, you doubt me?” he laughs. “Now I’ll have them out of here in sixty seconds, so you’d better be in that shower waiting for me. Or else you’ll be in trouble.” You wish you could identify what it was about Seunghyun threatening you like this that set your inside alight with arousal, but you figure that’s an internal conversation for another time. “Go now,” he says, smacking you on your backside. “Be a good girl and listen to what I told you.”

As you enter the bathroom, you feel an excitement radiating through you unlike you’d felt before at the thought of being in a relationship with Seunghyun. Now that the truth is out, the possibilities are endless. And the likelihood of Seunghyun keeping his promise to meet you in the bathroom is now a certainty as he stands in the doorway, thirty seconds faster than he had predicted.

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self aware caleb

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | slight smut chapter

it's been around a month now.

you come back home from a long day and open the game immediately, wanting to talk to your now self aware.....friend? what is he? whatever. to caleb.

"hey, y/n," he greets you blankly. something about him seemed off though, a little speck of anger looming over his face. "what's wrong? you look annoyed," you point out.

"the storyline just doesn't make sense! why did they make me so weird and creepy?" he whines, making you laugh. "i found you a little hot because of it but yeah, you were......well," you scratch your nape with an apologetic smile.

"you need some help if you find that hot," he states making you snort. "say, why'd you pick this game?" he asks you.

"just wanted to feel less lonely and now i gush over five hot guys," you respond with a little shame in your tone. "pick one," he demands scrutinizingly.

"hmm..." you pretend to think for a while just to tease him. your amusement increases when his frown deepens. "definitely not you," you answer, the playful tone giving it away. he flicks the screen to show you his disappointment. "such a big liar."

you talked to caleb all night, letting the conversation lead its way to random topics. it was easy and comfortable, not having to restrict or conform yourself to fit into a mold of norms.

"gee, your fingers are so long," you remark absentmindedly. "yeah, you would get a first-hand experience if you were here," he says with a smug smile while remembering that one time he heard you doing.....things, trying to elicit a reaction out of you. "huh?" you let out, dumbfounded. you gasp in realisation of what he meant and your cheeks warm up.

"if you were here, i would've smacked the living shit out of you," you say with a playful threatening tone. "oh, really?" he teases.

"are you seriously doubting my ability to demolish you?" you fake-gasp. "what do ya think, missy?"

"from this day onwards, peasants like you shall not possess the right to freedom of speech, you will only speak when spoken to and the rest of the time, you shall shut the fuck up," you say with an authoritative tone, making him laugh in amusement.

"alright, alright. check your messages," he urges you, snapping his fingers. "huh? in-game chats?" you question, confused at the sudden demand. "no, silly. your actual chats."

you quickly exit the game to check. "do it faster, slowpoke," you hear him say. "you look like an angry hamster right now," he teases you, making you relax your face.

'hey y/n'

'guess who'

you stare at the texts blankly. you blink after a while of silence. "what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fu-" "don't start that again," he interrupts you.

"holy shit, you can text me?" you were so close to hitting yourself in the head. "mhm, just had to work a little harder," he sings.

he pops up onto your screen and you watch him as he shifts from his seat to adjust to a more comfortable position.

"i don't even wanna ask how," you close your eyes and sigh. a little happy, a little exhausted, and very much in need for sleep.

"caleb," you call out. "hm?"

"can you wake me up in an hour? i wish i could talk for longer but i'm so close to passing out and i have to complete some assignments," you request him.

"of course, lemme see your face while you sleep. i'll take pictures and obsess over it creepily for the next ten years so you'll never feel safe again," he says nonchalantly. "that sounds like a dream come true," you remark sarcastically. "that's what they made me to be," his face twists in slight disgust.

he rambles a little longer before finally shutting up when he noticed your drowsy state.

"sleep well, loser," he flicks at the screen. "mhm, g'night," you smile lazily before turning the lights off.

something about you felt liberating to him. after being controlled his entire life by a script, being forced to act clinically insane, a break from it all was what he needed.

he pondered over it after he became self aware. his feelings, that is. for so long, he believed that he loved that girl from his childhood, but the sudden realisation that it was all not in his control brought him more comfort instead of fear.

but the worst part of it all was the attraction he felt towards you. so familiar but so far away from what he would consider knowing someone. he was afraid of what was coming for both of you. if he couldn't control his feelings from spiralling against him, he's unsure if he could make you happy.

"you are really something, huh?" he whispers while staring longingly at your sleeping form in the dark room. he quickly covers his mouth when he hears you shuffling in your sleep. "y/n?" he calls out, wanting to make sure you were asleep. with no response from your side, he sighs in relief.

he doodles random things in his notebook while listening to your soft snores.

he hears the sound of a notification, making him straighten his back in alarm before realising it was on your phone. he notices it was a text from someone.

(an actual conversation between me and my best friend's boyfriend from when we were 15)

ne-andy-thal 👅

baebee

pls answer

our children miss you 🥲

caleb's brows furrow in annoyance. who was this guy and why was he texting you?

you

shes sleeping

ne-andy-thal 👅

gasp.

who is this

my baby done left me

for some dumbass dummy

you

its not what you think

ne-andy-thal 👅

who are you? whats ur name? why are u rextinh from my bbgs phone? fight me

you

im no one. none of your business. because we're studying together. no, i will not fight you dude, i have better things to do.

ne-andy-thal 👅

lame. rude. since when did she get another study buddy. yes, u will, dUdE.

you

im her boyfriend, we've been dating for a year now

caleb laughs to himself at the absurdity of the message. crafting up a lie to make you a little miserable.

ne-andy-thal 👅

GASP.

WHY DIDNT DHE TELL ME

SHE WONT ESCAPE ME AFTER THIS

you

your baby done left you

ne-andy-thal 👅

OH NO YOU DID NOT

you

oh yes i did

ne-andy-thal 👅

THATS IT, IM ON MY WAY

caleb panics at the text and quickly comes up with something else.

you

we are at my house

no point in going to hers

ne-andy-thal 👅

FINE. SHES GON GET IT TOMORROW

you

😵

he gets off the app, feeling bad for putting you in trouble.

"wake up, sleepyhead," he calls out after realising an hour had passed already. you groan and shift from your position. "five more minutes....please," you whine softly. 'adorable,' he thought to himself.

"your friend texted you, and i might have caused some trouble," he says, not even a single hint of regret in his tone. "what?!" you spring up. "i think his name is andy, fun guy," he remarks. you quickly check all the texts and groan.

"caleb! i'm so close to detonating, he's gonna kill me," you whine out. "first human i talked to other than you, worth it," he smirks.

"you have zero sense of boundaries for a game character so handsome, i hate you so much," you say with a frown. "ya think i'm handsome?" you wanted to wipe off that smug grin on his face with a slap.

"please don't do this again, i have no energy to deal with the buttload of questions i'm gonna face tomorrow. like boyfriend, really? is that the most creative thing you could come up with?" you nag him. honestly, it didn't bother you much. it's not like you had a great sense of boundaries either. you kinda may or may not like it when someone's so fully and absolutely involved in every part of your life, or maybe it's the loneliness talking.

"aw, thought you would find it funny. sorry, won't happen again," he says with actual regret laced in his voice. "is it really that serious?"

"no, not really. just- just make sure to speak to people whom i won't have to go through hell with right after," you tell him. "i'll introduce them all to you before you decide you wanna ruin my life."

he snorts before smiling at you. your dishelved hair and slightly puffy face looked adorable to him. he kept staring at you as you moved your phone a little further away to show yourself more to him.

he took in your features, his eyes trailing down from your forehead, to your eyes, to your nose, to your pretty lips that were slightly parted, to your collarbones, and finally stopping at your chest.

his cheeks turned red when he noticed your nipples poking out from your thin shirt. not wanting to oversexualize every part of you, he looked away. but he couldn't help but remember that night, your soft moans echoing through his mind.

it didn't help when you sucked on your lower lip to get rid of the dryness. the boner in his pants was ever so visible now, and you were doing nothing to make the situation better. he groans in discomfort, wanting to get rid of his jeans.

"is everything alright?" you ask him with concern. "oh- yeah, i just stubbed my toe," he quickly replies. you wince at the thought and go back to getting your books out.

"i'll finish my assignments, is it okay if i read my material out loud?" you question him. he looked at you before nodding, noticing how your eyes looked so pretty.

he sneakily removes his pants and boxers, unable to contain his neediness inside. he slowly rubs along his shaft while looking at you intently. oh god, the moment he hears your voice, he couldn't help but remember that night again. he bites his lip, trying not to groan.

his movements accelerate as he imagines your fucked out face, so pliant, just for him. the way he would kill to see you taking all of him inside you, tears staining your cheeks while he goes rouge on your pussy. the thought of you being completely unaware of the sinful thoughts he was having right now made the atmosphere all the more unbearable.

he could imagine your back arching, writhing in pleasure as he pounds into you, hickeys scattered all over your chest. he would take you over and over again until you see stars. he was getting closer and closer to his climax.

just as he was about to cum, you let out an 'ow' when you hit your hand to your desk when you were stretching which sounded awfully similar to a moan, and boy did he cum so hard. thick spurts of white liquid squirted onto his screen, and he felt so dirty. he continued fisting himself, drawing out his orgasm before stopping.

then it dawned upon him the realisation of what he had just done. and he didn't feel a single bit sorry for it. he cleaned everything up, making it seem like he didn't just masturbate looking at you.

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✈️⌇ Beneath the Skies

pairing. flight attendant!reader x captain!jeno | genre. fluff, smut, slight angst | wc. 4k | requested. here | mdni!

warnings. fingering, nipple play, penetrative sex, protected sex (not mentioned but always play safe), lots and lots of kissing and jeno is the greenest flag ever

summary. you and jeno were walking on eggshells around the airline staff, limiting to subtle touches and lingering glances until you sneaked away from the prying eyes. Everything was fine until it wasn't as rumors spread faster than fire.

a/n. guys i love jeno! (ugly crying) anyways if you're uncomfortable with the smut portion you can skip it

The overhead announcement crackled through the cabin speakers, smooth and steady, delivered in a deep voice that always seemed to command attention without even trying.

“This is your captain speaking. We’re beginning our final descent into Osaka. Local time is 7:42 PM, and the weather is clear with a light breeze. We’ll have you on the ground shortly. Thank you for flying with us.”

Jeno’s voice.

You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile as you walked down the aisle of the aircraft, your polished heels clicking softly against the floor. As always, his words sparked a ripple of excitement across the cabin. You could practically see the passengers—and some of the other flight attendants—swooning as they tilted their heads toward the speakers.

“Captain Lee Jeno sounds like he should be in a movie,” whispered one of your colleagues, Sara, as she leaned in close to you near the galley.

You gave her a polite smile, hoping it wasn’t too forced. “Yeah, I guess he has one of those voices.”

One of those voices, and one of those faces. And one of those personalities that made your heart ache with an almost unbearable tenderness every time you thought about him. Which was too often.

Sara sighed dreamily. “Seriously, isn’t it unfair? He’s so good-looking and he’s a pilot. He’s the whole package.”

You glanced down at the tray of drinks you were holding, focusing on steadying your hands. “Yeah,” you said softly, unable to resist the flicker of warmth spreading in your chest. “The whole package.”

Sara didn’t notice the way your lips curved slightly or the way your voice softened. No one did. That was the point.

At work, you and Jeno were just coworkers. You had to be.

The first time you met him, you’d been a bundle of nerves, fumbling with your flight manual on your first day as a flight attendant. He had stopped you in the hallway leading to the crew briefing room, his white captain’s uniform crisp and impossibly neat. His voice had been calm and reassuring as he asked if you needed help, and his smile had been so genuine that your tension had melted away in an instant.

Since then, you and Jeno had become… close. Closer than you ever thought possible.

Somehow, between the endless flights, layovers in strange cities, and the long hours spent together in cramped crew lounges, he had become more than just your captain. He had become your anchor.

When turbulence hit—both in the air and in your life—Jeno was always steady. Always there.

But no one could know.

Not when you worked for an airline that prided itself on professionalism and strict boundaries between coworkers. Not when the rumor mill among the crew could destroy someone’s reputation in a heartbeat.

And so, you kept it quiet. Stolen glances in the cockpit. Soft, lingering touches when no one was looking. Conversations that stretched late into the night during layovers, when the rest of the crew was asleep and it felt like the world was just the two of you.

It was enough. Most of the time.

You stood near the exit as the passengers began filing off the plane, bowing and thanking them with a practiced smile. Jeno stood just a few feet away, his tall frame commanding and composed in his uniform.

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, even as he greeted the passengers with the same professional smile you wore.

When the last passenger exited, Sara let out a dramatic sigh, leaning against the cabin wall. “Okay, I’m officially done for today. That flight was too long. Who’s up for drinks tonight?”

“I think I’ll pass,” you said quickly, unbuckling the thin scarf around your neck and folding it neatly. You glanced at Jeno out of the corner of your eye. His lips twitched in amusement, but he said nothing.

“Boring,” Sara teased. “You’re always skipping out on crew hangouts. It’s like you have a secret life or something.”

You laughed lightly, brushing off her comment. “Just tired, that’s all.”

It wasn’t a lie. You were tired—tired of pretending you didn’t notice the way your heart raced every time Jeno’s hand accidentally brushed yours, tired of hiding what you really wanted.

Jeno caught your eye as you both stepped off the aircraft, and for a moment, it felt like the world paused. His gaze was soft, full of something unspoken, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The night in Osaka had started innocently enough.

The hotel room was larger than usual, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the space as Jeno leaned against the dresser, his arms crossed over his chest. His tie was already loosened, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and you couldn’t help but notice how unfairly good he looked. Relaxed. Comfortable.

The kind of comfort he only ever showed you.

“You didn’t have to come in here, you know,” he said, though the teasing lilt in his voice gave him away.

You rolled your eyes, sinking onto the edge of the bed as you kicked off your heels. “I wanted to.” That much was true. You weren’t ready to say goodnight to him yet—not after a flight full of stolen glances and moments that had left your chest tight with longing.

Jeno’s smile softened as he walked over to you, kneeling so he was eye level with where you sat on the edge of the bed. “Long day?”

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh as you leaned back on your hands. “Yeah. But this is the best part of it.” He tilted his head, his eyes searching yours. “What is?”

“Being here,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “With you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than they should have been. Jeno’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenching slightly as if he was holding himself back from saying—or doing—something.

“Sometimes I think this is all we’ll ever get,” you said softly, breaking the silence. “These moments when no one’s watching.” Jeno reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a gesture so light it sent shivers up your spine. “Maybe that’s all we need.”

You shook your head, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he said, his voice firm. “If it means I get to be with you, even if it’s just like this… I’ll take it.” Your chest tightened, the weight of his words settling deep in your heart. You reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leaned into your touch without hesitation.

“Jeno…”

Whatever you were going to say next was forgotten as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, his proximity dizzying.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough around the edges. “Every single time I see you, all I want to do is—”

He cut himself off, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheekbone. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as his forehead pressed more firmly against yours.

“Jeno,” you whispered, your voice trembling. That was all it took.

He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was as much a question as it was an answer. It was soft at first, hesitant, like he was afraid to push too far. But when you tilted your head, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, the tension between you snapped like a rubber band.

The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more desperate, as the weight of every unspoken feeling between you spilled over. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you lost yourself in the way he felt—warm, solid, grounding in a way nothing else ever was.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead dropped against yours once again, his breath warm against your skin.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. “I don’t care where we are or who’s watching. All I want is you.”

Your heart felt like it might burst as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss.

The kiss was passionate as if Jeno tried to convey everything he felt for you through it. His thumb ran over your cheekbone in a soothing manner while his other hand slid under your dress shirt feeling the warmth of your skin under his.

When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed a wet path from the corner of your lips to the base of your neck. His grip on your waist became rough as he pulled you even closer while he kissed over your collarbone slowly as his lips found their way back to yours where he whispered “I need you.”

Your breath hitched slightly when he gently tugged at your shirt and all you could manage was a gentle nod. “You are going to be the death of me.” he whispered against your lips before pulling you into another soft kiss, his fingers undoing the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease.

Everything Jeno did always made your heart flutter. It wasn’t the first time you were being intimate with him, you have lost count on how many times both of you had shared a kiss and it led to this… both of you craving each other but that never stopped him from asking for your permission, even if he knew the answer. He didn’t have to ask but he did and this made you fall for him deeper and deeper.

Soon your clothes were on the carpeted floor, he had guided you to lay down on the mattress as he moved above you, his hands gently moving up and down your sides while his teeth lightly bit down on your neck making you moan. He licked over the same spot and moved to the other side of your neck repeating his actions.

“You’re beautiful.” he said, trailing his lips down to your chest and between your breasts, sucking and gently biting down on the skin there. He loved marking you up not because he wanted to assert his possession over you but he did so that whenever you look at them you can remember how much he wants you, needs you, loves you. He wants you to remember the words he whispers while he is making love to you, remember the nights of passion and just remember him.

His hands moved to where you needed him the most as he licked your nipples before taking them in his mouth making you arch your back. “Jeno” you whimpered, holding onto his bicep. “Fuck you’re so wet” he said running his fingers along your folds as he peppered wet kisses around your breasts.

He pushed one of his fingers between your folds and rubbed over your clit with his thumb all the while sucking on one of your boobs and fondling the other with his free hand. The simultaneous pleasure sent you moaning loudly and as if he sensed your need he added another finger increasing the pace. “Jeno please…” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed him further down on your chest.

He let go of your nipple with one final kiss as he whispered “Use your words baby.” looking at you while he continued to move his fingers inside you at an almost relentless pace all the while rubbing at your clit. He knew what you wanted and also how far he could push you. “Tell me what you want.”

“You! I want you please.” you begged, reaching out for his hand. Every constraint he had was slipping by, he intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your hand to place gentle kisses on your knuckles. “Come on my fingers first? I don’t want to hurt you baby.”

With this said he curled his fingers inside you and rubbed at that spot making you throw your head back as your eyes rolled up. He cradled your face with his other hand and kissed down on your neck once again. “Does it feel good?” he asked and you could only manage to moan at the way his fingers were stretching you out. “I am close Jeno” you whimpered.

“Let it go. Come for me baby.” and as if you were waiting for his permission you came on his fingers moaning his name. He continued to move his fingers through your oragasm prolonging it. Fuck you loved sex with him.

“Do you want more? Or we can do it later.” He wiped the sweat on your forehead gently as he placed a lingering kiss over there. “You need a release too” you whispered looking at how hard he was under his boxers. He followed your gaze and chuckled, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned down to softly kiss your lips “Don’t worry about me, tell me what you want.”

Could he make you love him even more? You smiled back and rested your hand over his “I want you Jeno in every way possible. I want everything you’re willing to give me and everything we can be behind these closed doors.” you promised.

The promise held a thousand unsaid words and Jeno took a moment to just gaze in your eyes with the same desperation and helplessness before he kissed you again but this time it was gentler and slow. It was passionate but not quick and rough.

When he carefully and slowly slid inside you his eyes not once left yours, when he brought your intertwined hands to his lips again he closed his eyes to savour the feeling of your skin against his lips. He looked at you with an intensity that made your cheeks burn but you knew he was just memorizing you for all the time he would spend pretending he isn’t in love with you.

“You’re my heaven.” He groaned at the feeling of your warm walls taking him in as he moved, quickening his pace. “Fuck you feel so good.” he pressed his hand over your stomach slowly pushing you over the edge as you arched your back crying out his name.

His thrusts became faster and he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Jeno… I-” you almost screamed at a particular hard thrust. “Does it hurt?” he asked, slowing his pace as he looked down at you concerned. You whined “No no, it feels so good… Please don't stop”

“I just want to make you feel good.” he leaned down to kiss you, drinking up your moans and soft whimpers as he once again increased his speed. His thumb reached down to rub on your clit adding to the pleasure and once again you found yourself close. And Jeno felt it too with the way you clenched around his length or how your grip on his back tightened and he pushed into you with more force and pressure.

You also felt him getting closer with his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppier. He bit down on your lip as he moaned, his fingers digging in your skin. “You are close?” he asked, pulling you closer. “Yes, yes- fuck Jeno” you moaned as he brushed against that spot making you see white. It might have been an involuntary response but the way you squeezed on him in response made him reach his high too and he came undone with a loud groan “Fuck baby… fuck”

He didn’t stop and fucked you both through the orgasms making you writhle under him due to oversensitivity. He smiled seeing you like that under him and slowed down his movements before pulling himself out and lying down next to you. “It was amazing.” He commented, breathing heavily.

You smiled wrapping your arm around his torso as he pulled you closer “It is always amazing with you.” He chuckled his chest rumbling with the sound as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “I am glad.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence comfortable. Jeno reached out instinctively, tucking a strand behind your ear. His eyes studied your face for a moment and he noticed your distant expression.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. You swallowed hard, looking down at your hand which was playing with his fingers. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I know you,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “And I can tell when something’s bothering you.” You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. Jeno waited patiently, his dark eyes watching you with a tenderness that made you want to fall apart.

“It’s my family,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “They don’t… They’ve never really treated me the same as my siblings. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I’m never enough.”

Jeno’s jaw tightened, and you saw the flash of anger in his eyes—not at you, but for you. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re more than enough. You’re…” He paused, his brows furrowing as he searched for the right words. “You’re kind and hardworking and amazing at what you do. And anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “Jeno…”

He reached out, his hand moving under your chin to make you look at him. His touch was warm, grounding, and you clung to it like a lifeline.

“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Not your family, not anyone. Just… be you. That’s all I need.”

And when you ended up tangled together on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, it felt like everything you’d been missing had finally fallen into place.

The next morning had been quiet between you, the comfort of his presence lingering as you shared a knowing smile before slipping out of his room. You’d thought you’d gone unnoticed.

You were wrong.

That morning, you’d heard the first murmurs: how you’d gone into Captain Lee’s room at the end of the night, how you’d been in there for hours.

They didn’t know what had happened. They didn’t need to. The damage was already done.

The rumors… they are subtle at first. Whispers in the break room, sideways glances from coworkers. But it doesn’t take long before you realize the truth: the two of you are the talk of the airline. Someone saw you leave the cockpit together. Someone noticed the way you look at each other during every briefing. And before you know it, the whispers turn into gossip, and the gossip turns into questions. The not-so-subtle questions about how you got your position and whether you’d been “using” Jeno to get ahead.

It hurt more than you expected.

Some of your colleagues, mostly the women, start acting strange around you. The sidelong glances, the not-so-innocent comments—it all builds, the pressure growing heavier by the hour.

“You and Captain Lee,” Sara says with a smirk as she hands you a coffee during a layover. “He’s such a charmer, isn’t he?”

You force a smile, but inside, you’re screaming. You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions, and the constant barrage of questions is slowly starting to crack your resolve.

Another colleague, this time a more direct one, doesn’t hold back. “Is it true? Are you two dating? I mean, it’s not like you can keep a secret around here.”

You feel your face flush, the weight of the question sinking in. “No,” you say quickly, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice. “We’re just... friends. Coworkers.”

But as the days pass, the questions don’t stop. And neither does the growing realization that your coworkers have already decided the truth that you slept your way up, and it’s nothing like what you’ve claimed.

The hardest part isn’t the gossip itself—it’s the way you feel when you realize that none of them see you as anything more than an object of their curiosity. The whispers of your coworkers, the rumors spreading like wildfire—it’s too much. It feels like everyone is watching, waiting for you to break.

But Jeno...

Jeno is there.

He’s always there.

You know he’s been feeling the tension too, the way he’s been watching you during flights, how his hand brushes against yours a little longer than necessary when handing you paperwork. You see the glint in his eyes, the quiet understanding of how hard it’s becoming for both of you.

And then, one evening after a particularly grueling flight, when the weight of it all is almost too much to bear, Jeno finds you crying in the staff lounge one day, you couldn’t hide it anymore. “I know what they’re saying,” he says quietly, as if reading your mind.

“Talk to me please, don’t shut me out.” he said, kneeling in front of you and gently tilting your chin up so you had to meet his eyes.

You broke.

“It’s the others,” you admitted, tears streaming down your face. “They think… they think I’m only here because of you. That I’m not good enough to do this on my own and I earned this position by sleeping with you.”

Jeno’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed your words. “That’s not true,” he said fiercely. “You’re one of the best flight attendants I’ve ever worked with, and you earned your place here. Don’t let them take that away from you.”

His words made something inside you crack wide open. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” you whispered. Jeno’s hands tightened around yours. “Yes, you can. And you’re not alone. I’m here, okay? I’m with you.”

“I hate… hiding,” you said, your voice trembling. “I hate feeling like I have to apologize for being with you. Like I’m doing something wrong.”

Jeno reached out, his hands settling on your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “You’re not doing anything wrong,” he said firmly. “And you don’t have to apologize for anything. Not to me, not to anyone.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at your eyes again as you looked up at him. “But it’s not just me. They’re saying things about you, too. About how you—”

“Stop,” he said gently, his hands sliding down to take yours. “Let them say whatever they want. None of it matters. What matters is us.”

His words wrapped around you like a shield, and for the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe again.

Despite the whispers and the tension, you held your head high. And Jeno was with you every step of the way, his quiet support and unwavering belief in you giving you the strength to keep going.

And when he held your hand during a layover in Paris, walking with you along the Seine as the city lights reflected in the water, it felt like all the pieces of your world were finally falling into place.

“You’re my favorite co-worker,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You laughed, your cheeks flushing as you leaned into him. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft, serious tone. He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. The city seemed to fade away as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks.

“I love you,” he said, the words spilling out like a promise. “And I don’t care who knows it or what they think of it.” Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. But then you smiled, your heart swelling with so much emotion you thought it might burst.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

And when he kissed you, it felt like the beginning of something new—something that was entirely yours. No matter what anyone else thought, no matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew one thing for certain:

With Jeno by your side, the skies were always clear

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alba1221141 · 1 day ago

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Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Y/N

I've been mimicking the makeup look she did on me for the past month.

It’s become an oddly comforting routine. Every morning, I shower, and as the warm water hits me, I let the makeup rinse off my face, watching the streaks swirl down the drain. It’s almost symbolic—like washing away all my hesitation and inhibitions along with it. But then the color—the blue—stays. It stains my eyelids, stubborn and bright, no matter how much I scrub.

So, I just reapply it.

I’ve never been one to wear makeup often. It always felt like something I should avoid, something that made me stand out too much. But ever since I started copying Jinx’s eyeliner, I don’t know—something about it feels... different.

She called me hot yesterday.

The words keep echoing in my head, like a soft hum that refuses to fade. Jinx, of all people, had called me hot. Me. It wasn’t just the words, though—it was the way she said it, the way her eyes had lingered on me like she was really seeing me for the first time. And it made my stomach do that thing.

The small flippy thing.

It hasn’t left me. Every time I see her, it’s like it’s still there, swirling in the pit of my stomach, a constant reminder of how she looks at me. And it's not just the eyes, it's the way her fingers had brushed my cheek, the way she touches me like she's touching something pure and fragile.

Today, I’m not thinking about any of that.

I ditched the gala. I ditched the speeches, the fancy gowns, the fake smiles. I just couldn’t do it. Cait and Mel had insisted, but Ekko promised something better. Something more... me. And when he invited me down to the lake, I knew I had to go.

The sun is high, casting a warm glow over everything, making the grass shimmer with golden light. Jinx’s voice rings out, teasing, loud, and carefree. She’s sitting on the dock, her legs swinging over the edge. She’s wearing that tiny black bikini she’s always so confident in, the one that leaves little to the imagination.

Her hair is loose around her shoulders, the waves falling in messy strands, and her eyes are hidden behind her usual blue-tinted glasses.

Everything with her is blue, blue, blue.

I can’t help but watch her as I sit down next to Ekko, who’s already got his feet dipped in the water, one of those rare, unbothered smiles on his face.

I’m trying to keep my focus on Ekko, trying to play it cool, but my gaze keeps drifting back to her. Every movement Jinx makes is magnetic, like gravity pulling me in. I catch myself tracing the curve of her back as she stretches, the sun reflecting off her skin in the most effortless, alluring way. My heart stutters.

She doesn’t seem to care at all that I’m looking, and maybe that’s what makes it worse. She’s always been so comfortable in her own skin. I want that confidence, want to be like her in that sense—bold and unapologetic.

Ekko notices the direction of my gaze, and his lips curl into that teasing grin of his. “You’re gonna keep staring, or you gonna jump in?” he asks, nudging my side.

I look at him quickly, caught. “I’m not staring,” I say, though I know it's not convincing. I can feel the heat in my cheeks.

Ekko shrugs, his grin widening. “Sure you’re not.”

I glance at Jinx again. She’s humming something under her breath, clearly unaware of the chaos she’s causing in my head. It makes me wonder if she’s ever not aware of it. Or maybe, she’s just used to it. Used to the way people are drawn to her, the way her presence fills the space.

I swallow, feeling a lump in my throat. I really can’t stop staring.

She looks over at me then, her lips curling into that mischievous grin. "You gonna keep hiding behind your makeup?" she calls, the challenge clear in her tone. “Or you gonna come in and get your feet wet, Y/N?”

I freeze for a moment, caught. The air between us thickens, and the playful tension in her voice wraps around my ribs. Something inside me stirs.

I swallow again, and for a split second, I wonder if this is all just some sick joke to her. But then I see it in her eyes—something that’s almost daring, but also warm. Maybe I’m overthinking this, maybe not. But what if I just... let go? What if I let myself fall into whatever this is with her?

"Yeah," I finally say, forcing myself to stand up. My voice doesn’t sound as steady as I’d like, but it’s out now. "I’ll join you."

Jinx raises an eyebrow, but she’s not mocking. There’s a challenge in her eyes, and something else too—something softer, hidden beneath her usual bravado.

"Good choice," she murmurs, before taking a step back into the water, her body moving fluidly like she’s completely at home in it.

I follow, stepping closer to the edge. For a moment, my feet feel like they’re glued to the ground. It’s a whole new world for me—one where I’m not quite sure what comes next, but I feel her eyes on me.

My heart pounds as I wade into the cool water, watching her from the corner of my eye. Something about the way the light hits her, the way she looks like she belongs here—like she belongs anywhere she chooses—it pulls me in deeper than I expect.

"Come on, Y/N," she teases again, her voice soft, but the effect it has on me is anything but. "What are you waiting for?"

The water is cooler than I expected, and it wraps around my legs like a smooth second skin. I take a few hesitant steps in, wading deeper, but my gaze is still caught on Jinx. She's floating effortlessly, the water barely lapping at her sides, her body moving in rhythm with the gentle waves.

She looks so beautiful.

I can't help but admire how she owns everything, from the way she laughs at nothing in particular, to the way she carries herself like the world has to adjust to her, not the other way around.

Ekko's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "You look like you're about to sink, Y/N," he calls, smirking from where he's lounging on the shore. He’s got that lazy, relaxed grin on his face, but I can tell he’s paying attention to everything around us, like usual.

I snap my attention away from Jinx, blinking a few times to shake off the haze she's cast over me. Ekko's smirk pulls a reluctant smile out of me, though the heat in my cheeks gives away my embarrassment.

"I'm fine," I retort, but my voice has a slight quiver to it, betraying my attempt at confidence. I take another step deeper into the water, just enough to feel it creep up my thighs, but I can't help but glance back at Jinx.

She’s watching me now, her expression unreadable, her lips curling into that signature playful smirk. "Careful, Y/N," she teases, "the water's gonna swallow you whole."

I chuckle, trying to brush off the nerves clawing at my chest. "Maybe I'll let it," I throw back, feeling a little bolder than I had earlier, even if the words are more of an attempt at bravado.

She tilts her head, intrigued by my response, and the tension that’s been building between us shifts, just for a moment. But then, as though to break the spell, she suddenly lunges at me, splashing water everywhere.

"Hey!" I yelp, too late to avoid the wave she sends my way. The cold water hits me like a shock, and I flail, laughing despite myself.

"Gotcha!" Jinx laughs, her voice loud and full of mischief, and before I can retaliate, she ducks under the surface of the water, reappearing just behind me to launch another splash in my direction.

"You're gonna pay for that," I warn, the playful fire igniting inside me. I don't even think, just act, lunging at her in return, the water parting as I move forward.

The splashing battle escalates quickly. We both end up soaked, drenched in water that clings to our clothes and skin, the sun beating down and drying us just as quickly as we get wet. I feel free—reckless, even—laughing harder than I’ve laughed in days.

Ekko, no stranger to our antics, chuckles from the shore. "You two are nuts," he says, his tone amused. "Shoulda known better than to leave you two alone."

Jinx flashes him a look over her shoulder, still floating in the water, and tosses her hair back in that effortless way that makes me want to take a mental picture of the moment. "You should join us, Ekko! This water's perfect!"

He shakes his head, smiling. "I'll pass, thanks," he says, but the warm, relaxed look on his face says he’s enjoying watching us have our little moment.

I splash Jinx again, catching her off-guard this time, and she lets out a surprised laugh, her usual confidence slipping just a little. It's rare to see her like that—vulnerable, maybe? Or just... not in control for a second.

And for that split moment, I feel this weird... connection. Like she’s not just this chaotic, unpredictable force I’ve been drawn to. She’s also... just her. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what I’ve been afraid of. Seeing the person under all the layers.

But before I can think too much about it, Jinx grabs my shoulders and spins me around, sending a giant splash over my head. I sputter, coughing a little as the cold water rushes up my nose, and Jinx bursts into laughter at my expense.

"You're so easy to mess with," she teases, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of it all.

I shake my head, wiping water from my face, but I can’t help but smile, my heart beating a little faster, a little louder. "You’re gonna regret that, Jinx," I threaten, but there’s no real malice in my voice.

She just grins back, her expression mischievous. "We’ll see about that," she quips, swimming out a little farther, as though she’s daring me to follow.

And I do.

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Jinx

Oh, Y/N. My sweet, sweet, organized, "I-have-everything-planned-out" Y/N.

She really did forget to bring a towel to the lake day.

Idiot.

It’s not even a cute, forgetful idiot thing.

No, it’s just straight-up clumsy.

How do you forget something like that? It’s not like we were just wandering around the lake.

We had a whole ass bag packed.

She brought, what, like, ten extra books and three different kinds of snacks? And yet... no towel.

But you know, there’s a certain... charm to it.

And, hey, I’m not complaining.

Because here she is, sitting on the dock, her hair wet and wild like she just stepped out of a shampoo commercial, all pouty and pathetic.

And guess what? She’s wrapped in the only other towel available.

A shark towel.

I can barely keep my smirk in check as I watch her tug the hood over her head, the fins on the top sticking up like she’s some kinda ridiculous sea creature.

I’m half-waiting for her to make a shark face, and you know what? If she does, I’ll probably lose it.

“Oh my god,” she mutters, shaking her head in frustration.

The towel’s too small for her—too short, too tight around her shoulders.

She looks like she’s just been swallowed by a giant fish and didn’t even get the luxury of being digested properly.

I snicker under my breath. "Lookin' good there, shark girl."

Her eyes flick to me, her lips curling into a pout that I can’t help but find a little... endearing.

She’s so mad at herself, and it’s kind of cute, even if it makes me want to mess with her more.

"Shut up, Jinx," she mutters, but the corners of her mouth twitch like she’s fighting a smile.

“Aw, come on,” I tease, my voice dripping with fake sympathy. "You look adorable."

She groans, crossing her arms and pulling the towel tighter around herself. "This is not adorable, Jinx. It’s lame."

I roll my eyes dramatically, doing my best to look unimpressed. "Whatever you say, Shark Girl."

And damn if she doesn’t look even cuter when she tries to look pissed off.

It’s like she’s always a little pissed, but it’s all... softer, somehow. Like she doesn’t really want to be mad at me, or anyone, really.

I lean back, propping myself up on my elbows, and just watch her.

She’s trying so hard to act like she doesn’t care, but it’s all over her face. The way she bites her lip when she thinks I’m not looking.

Fuck she's fucking gorgeous.

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Y/N

Ekko left earlier than expected, citing some vague excuse about needing to help Benzo at the shop. But the look he gave me before he walked away? That spoke volumes. It wasn’t just a casual departure—it was deliberate, calculated. He wanted Jinx and me to be alone.

I could feel the weight of his intention in the way his eyes lingered, how his smirk curved knowingly as if he could already see what was coming next. It wasn’t subtle, either. He’s not exactly a master of deception, but then again, he didn’t need to be.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment; Ekko’s always been supportive in his own quiet way. But now, as I sit on the dock, the air around us heavy with the lingering warmth of the sun and the gentle sound of water lapping against the wood, I’m acutely aware of Jinx’s presence beside me.

She’s dripping, water tracing lazy paths down her skin, catching the sunlight like tiny sparks.

And the bikini? It’s practically painted on, clinging to her in a way that feels downright criminal. The black fabric hugs every curve, every line, as if it’s as enamored with her as everyone else seems to be.

I try not to look too long—really, I do—but it’s impossible. She’s magnetic, every movement commanding attention. The way her hands comb through her hair, wringing out water, only makes it worse. Her wild blue waves cascade over her shoulders, darker now from the lake, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from staring like an idiot.

She tilts her head, shaking out the damp strands, and her laugh carries over the water—low, unbothered, and completely at ease.

Her voice rings in my ears, light and teasing, but the words barely register. They’re just sound—background noise to the way her lips move.

God her lips.

I should be listening. I should say something back, something clever, anything really, but my brain feels like it’s short-circuiting.

All I can focus on is the way the sunlight catches her collarbone, the faint freckles I hadn’t noticed before, the way she tilts her head when she laughs like she’s letting the whole world in on a secret.

She shifts closer, her knee brushing mine, and it sends a jolt up my spine.

“Y/N?” she says, and suddenly her voice isn’t background noise anymore. It’s sharp and clear, pulling me back into the moment.

“Huh?” I blink, heat rising to my cheeks as I realize I’ve been caught.

She smirks, tilting her head. “You okay there? You’ve got that zoned-out, lost-in-space look.”

“I’m fine!” I say, maybe a little too quickly. “Just, uh, thinking.”

“Thinking, huh?” Her grin widens, wicked and knowing, and she leans in just enough to make my heart stutter. “About what?”

Her question lingers in the air, and I know she’s not going to let it go. Jinx has this way of peeling back layers without even trying, exposing things I’m not sure I’m ready to show.

I stammer something unintelligible, but she just laughs—a low, musical sound that’s equal parts disarming and infuriating.

“Relax, nerd,” she says, leaning back and stretching out on the towel like she owns the whole damn world. “You’re way too easy to mess with.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “Maybe you’re just annoying.”

“Guilty,” she replies, grinning. Then, out of nowhere, she perks up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Hey, you wanna play something?”

I arch a brow, wary of the glint in her eyes. “Like what?”

“Truth or dare,” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Seriously?” I laugh nervously. “What are we, twelve?”

“C’mon, it’ll be fun,” she insists, sitting up and crossing her legs. Her bikini still clings to her, distracting as ever, and I force myself to look at her face instead. “Unless you’re scared, that is.”

“I’m not scared,” I reply quickly, even though I probably should be.

“Cool.” She leans forward, her grin widening. “Truth or dare?”

I hesitate, knowing there’s no safe answer here. “Truth.”

She hums thoughtfully, tapping a finger against her chin before her eyes light up with an idea. “Okay, here’s a good one: have you ever thought about kissing a girl?”

My stomach flips, and I’m suddenly very aware of how close we’re sitting. “What kind of question is that?” I say, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

“It’s a truth question,” she says, emphasizing the word with a smirk. “And you’re supposed to answer it, nerd.”

My cheeks burn, and I feel like I’m about to combust under her gaze. “I... I don’t know.”

Her brow quirks, clearly unimpressed with my answer. “That’s not an answer. Yes or no?”

“I mean, maybe,” I mumble, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her smirk turns into a full-blown grin. “Maybe, huh?” She leans back on her hands, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Alright, your turn.”

I scramble for a way to shift the spotlight off me. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she says immediately, her confidence almost daring me to challenge her.

I chew on my lip, trying to think of something that won’t completely backfire. “Uh... I dare you to—”

“Kiss you?” she interrupts, her grin turning wicked.

My heart nearly stops.

“That’s not—”

“Relax, I’m kidding.” She laughs, but there’s something in her eyes—something curious. “Unless you want me to.”

I freeze, my brain stalling completely. She doesn’t press further, just sits there watching me, like she’s waiting for me to say something, to make a move.

And suddenly, I’m not sure if this is just a game anymore.

The air between us thickens, the playful banter slipping into something quieter, something a little more intense. I can feel my heart racing, and I have no idea what to do with the sudden shift in energy. Jinx’s grin lingers, but there’s an edge to it now, a quiet challenge that makes my throat dry.

“You’re just messing with me, right?” I ask, my voice coming out softer than I intended, like I’m trying to convince myself more than her.

She doesn’t respond immediately, her eyes tracing my face like she’s looking for something. Then, slowly, she leans in just a little bit closer, and my breath hitches. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just bored.”

Her voice is low, almost a whisper, and it sends a shiver down my spine. I can feel the weight of her words hanging in the air, like she’s daring me to take them seriously, to step past the boundary of a joke and into something real.

I swallow, trying to regain my composure. “You don’t play fair.”

Jinx leans back again, her eyes gleaming with amusement, but there’s something else there now, something deeper. “What’s the fun if it’s not a little bit unfair?” she says, her voice like silk, teasing and smooth.

I shake my head, trying to push the heat out of my cheeks, but it’s no use. It’s like she’s inside my head, twisting things around until I’m not sure what’s real anymore.

“Truth or dare?” she asks, her voice a little too sweet, too knowing.

“Dare,” I respond almost automatically, not thinking through the implications.

She smiles, her eyes scanning me as if she’s weighing the options in her head. “Kiss me.”

I freeze. This time, it’s not a joke. It’s not playful. She’s serious.

My pulse is thundering in my ears, and I can feel the air around us thicken, crackling with something unspoken. The lake sounds distant now, just a hum in the background as I try to process the words.

I should say no. I should tell her to stop messing around. But all I can do is stare at her, unable to form a coherent thought.

Jinx tilts her head, watching me carefully, her lips curving upward. “Well? You said dare.”

I’m trapped in her gaze, and something inside me shifts. Without really thinking, without fully understanding what I’m doing, I move closer. Her breath catches, and I can feel the tension between us grow.

She's the one to close the distance.

The kiss begins with a tenderness that seems to hover in the space between us, barely there yet brimming with intent.

It’s slow, almost like she’s testing, gauging whether I’ll pull away, whether I’ll let her in. Her lips brush against mine, soft and light, and I swear I can feel the pulse of her heartbeat through the touch. The air seems to still around us, the world fading into a quiet hum that’s just for the two of us.

I don’t pull away.

Instead, I lean into it, just a fraction of an inch, and that’s all it takes. She’s more than ready, her hand finding the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The kiss deepens, no longer just an experiment, but something… more. Her lips move against mine with purpose, and I can feel the heat rising between us, the fire igniting where her skin meets mine.

My fingers slowly reach up, tangling in her hair, tugging slightly, and she makes a sound.

A really nice sound.

It’s like a soft, breathy hum, something that vibrates through me and makes every nerve in my body stand at attention. The sound is low, almost a moan, and it sends a spark through my chest. I can feel her warmth radiating against me, her body pressed so close, and I don’t know if I want to pull away or get even closer.

Her lips find mine again, but this time, there’s a hunger to it, an urgency, as if she’s been waiting for me to catch up.

And maybe I have.

My heart is pounding so loud I can’t hear anything but the thrum of it in my ears. The air feels thick, charged, and when her hands slide down my sides, I can’t help but shiver at the touch. She knows what she’s doing—knows exactly how to make me forget everything but her.

It’s like she’s pulling me into her orbit, and I’m just... falling.

Her lips trail down to my neck, and I gasp, my fingers tightening in her hair, tugging her closer. She responds with a breathless laugh, that familiar mix of chaos and playfulness, but there’s an edge to it now, something deeper that makes everything feel more intense.

I can’t stop the little sounds that slip from my lips, ones I didn’t even know I was capable of. Every time her lips brush my skin, every time she moves closer, I feel it—her power, her pull, and I’m too far gone to care about anything else.

For a moment, all I know is her.

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Oh this could be perfect! Hey there, I'm going on a beach vacation really soon but I realized I don't have any swim trunks. I'm kinda broke right now with college and all so I would love a cheap option. Have you got any trunks or swim wear for sale?

The Black Swim Trunks

The sun was beating down on the pavement as you scoured the rows of the garage sale, your eyes scanning for a bargain that could save your beach vacation from being a wardrobe malfunction disaster. A few sweat droplets trickled down your forehead as you approached a table with a rainbow of fabrics and patterns that looked like they hadn't seen the light of day since the 80s.

"Oh, hey," you called out to the muscular man who was organizing the pile of clothes, his biceps bulging as he tossed a Hawaiian shirt onto the table. "I'm about to go on a beach trip and realized I don't have any swim trunks. I'm kind of broke from college, so I'm hoping to find something cheap. Do you have any here?"

The man looked up from his task and scanned you over. His eyes lingered on your body, seemingly sizing you up. He nodded thoughtfully before saying, "You know, that's the second time someone's asked for swim trunks today. I've got just the pair." He reached under the table and pulled out a set of black swim trunks. They looked like they'd seen better days, but the fabric was stretchy and the price was right—just a buck. You took them without a second thought, not even bothering to check the size.

As you held the trunks in your hand, you couldn't help but notice they were oddly baggy in the front and back, almost as if they had been stretched by someone with a substantial package. You chuckled to yourself, thinking that maybe the last owner had been a bit too optimistic about their size. But hey, a dollar was a dollar, and you weren't going to argue with a good deal. You handed over the cash, and the muscular man tossed the trunks to you with a knowing smirk.

Once you were all settled in the hotel, you couldn't wait to hit the beach. You slipped into the black trunks, and to your surprise, they hugged your waist like a glove. The baggy areas in the front and back clung to your body in a way that was both confusing and oddly comforting. The material was soft and stretchy, and you couldn't wait to see how they'd look once you had a nice tan. You grabbed your towel and sunscreen and headed to the beach with your friends, the excitement building as the waves crashed against the shore.

You found a spot on the beach that was a bit more secluded, with only a few people playing in the sand nearby. You laid out the blanket and plopped down, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin. The sounds of laughter and splashing water blended into the background as you closed your eyes and let the ocean breeze caress your body. You felt the sand's gentle abrasion against your skin, and the warmth of the sun's rays seeped into your pores, bringing with them a sense of peace and relaxation. The trunks felt almost alive against your skin, the fabric moving with every shift of your body as you found the perfect lounging position.

As you lay there, something strange began to happen. Your arms felt heavier, and when you flexed, you could feel the muscles in your biceps tightening and swelling. The peaks grew more pronounced with each pulse, the two heads forming the 'guns' that you had always admired on the cover of muscle magazines. Your triceps began to bulge, creating that coveted horseshoe shape. The sensation was odd, but not entirely unpleasant. It was as if the swimwear itself was sculpting your body into something more, something greater.

You felt your chest expanding, the pectoral muscles growing fuller and more defined. The sand beneath your back grew warmer as your back muscles grew. Your lats started to flare out, creating a 'V-taper' that you never knew existed on your body before. Your shoulders rounded out, the deltoids becoming more prominent and powerful. Your traps grew tense, making your neck appear thicker and your shoulders more defined.

As your abs began to tighten and form, you felt a sense of excitement mixed with bewilderment. The waistline of the swim trunks grew taut against your stomach as your abs grew more defined, creating a clear six-pack. You couldn't help but let out a low groan as the muscles in your thighs began to thicken. Your quads grew stronger, and the trunks started to hug your legs tighter, emphasizing the powerful new shape of your legs.

The sensation grew more intense as you felt your cock stirring, hardening beneath the now-tight fabric. It was as if the material was alive, responding to your newfound virility. You looked down, and your eyes widened at the sight of your cock growing longer and thicker, pushing against the constraints of the swim trunks. The head grew plumper and more pronounced, and your cock was now standing tall and proud, demanding attention.

You felt a rush of pleasure as your ass filled out into a perfect bubble butt, the fabric now taut across your cheeks. The onlookers at the beach had no idea of the transformation occurring before their eyes, too caught up in their own vacation bliss to notice the subtle yet significant changes in the person lounging a few feet away.

As your cock continued to swell, the horniness grew to an almost unbearable level. The trunks strained against your body, the fabric now struggling to contain your burgeoning erection. You tried to keep your moans low, but the pleasure was too intense. Your thoughts were consumed by the feeling of your cock thickening and lengthening, reaching sizes you never thought possible. You felt your abs tighten further, your body responding to the new sensations as if it were a natural part of your anatomy.

The beach remained a blur around you, the distant sounds of laughter and waves muffled by the blood rushing in your ears. Your eyes were glued to the sight of your body's metamorphosis, the pressure built, your cock straining against the fabric as your body reached a crescendo of arousal. With a final, powerful thrust, you came, the hot spurts of cum soaking through the material and painting a sticky trail down your thighs.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your grunts of pleasure as quiet as possible. The last thing you needed was a beach full of concerned tourists converging on your little slice of sandy paradise. You had picked a spot that was thankfully somewhat secluded, with just enough of a buffer to ensure your transformation remained private. The few beachgoers nearby were too preoccupied with their own activities to pay attention to the sudden, intense flexing of your muscles and the suspicious bulges that had appeared.

As you felt the final waves of your climax subside, you took a moment to revel in the sensation. Your cock was now a formidable beast, straining against the confines of the swim trunks, which had magically adjusted to fit your new physique like a glove. The cum had soaked through the fabric and was now sticking to your legs and thighs, a testament to the power of the transformation. The trunks are clinging to every inch of your enhanced body, outlining your newfound assets in a way that was both obscene and incredibly tempting.

You cautiously sat up, feeling the weight of your new muscles. Your biceps bulged as you braced yourself against the sand, and your chest felt like it could pop the buttons on a shirt. Your eyes roved over your body, taking in the changes. Your abs rippled with every breath, each muscle defined and taut, leading down to the 'V' that pointed straight to your crotch. The lats on your back had grown so wide that they looked like they could hold wings. Your shoulders looked broader than ever, the deltoids rounded and powerful. Your traps had grown thick, making your neck appear stronger and more defined.

With a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, the cum in your swim trunks sticking to your legs. You waded into the water, the cool waves washing over your body. The swim trunks clung to your skin as if painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination. The tightness around your cock and ass was almost too much to bear, but you managed to keep a straight face as you approached the shallows. The water reached your waist, and you let out a sigh of relief as the fabric loosened slightly. You rinsed off the evidence of your transformation, watching as the cum washed away to be claimed by the sea.

As you emerged from the water, you caught sight of your friends playing beach volleyball a short distance away. Their jaws dropped as they took in the new you. The swim trunks had become a second skin, highlighting every bulging muscle and curve of your now-extraordinary physique. You couldn't help but flex your biceps, the peaks standing tall and proud, water droplets glistening in the sun. The shock on their faces was priceless.

#muscle growth stories #jockification #jock tf #ai generated #male transformation

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prettygirl-gabi · 1 day ago

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Chapter 26: Granny’s Slip-Up

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: granny and kk the ultimate duo... the biggest shippers....

Welcome to the chapter 26 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader’s POV

The day after my birthday was bittersweet. My family was flying back to Georgia, and though I knew they couldn’t stay forever, I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Paige, always one step ahead, suggested we spend the morning together before their flight.

We were all crammed into Paige’s dorm, enjoying breakfast—Paige had insisted on cooking, which mostly meant warming up frozen waffles and frying some eggs. Granny sat in Paige’s desk chair, watching with amused eyes.

“You sure do act like you live here,” she teased me, her tone light but pointed.

“Granny!” I groaned, covering my face with my hands as the team burst into laughter.

KK’s POV

I’d been begging Y/N’s family all weekend to go live on our “family” Instagram account. The fans would eat it up, and honestly, I just wanted more content for the chaos we called the Huskies.

“C’mon, Momma, Pops, Nanna,” I said, sidling up to Y/N’s parents and granny as they finished breakfast. “Just five minutes. Please?”

Y/N’s mom laughed. “Who’s going to want to see us?”

“Everyone,” I said confidently, already pulling out my phone.

Before they could protest, I hit the “go live” button and turned the camera toward myself.

“What’s up, family? It’s your girl KK, and I’ve got a special treat for you today. Say hi to Y/N’s mom, dad, and granny!”

The comments started flooding in immediately.

@huskyfan32: “Y/N’s family is adorable!”

@bucketbueckers: “Momma, Pops, and Nanna?? We stan.”

@courtqueens: “Granny looks like she knows everything 👀.”

Reader’s POV

I groaned as KK shoved the phone toward my parents and granny. My mom smiled politely, my dad gave a small wave, and Granny…well, Granny was in full “say whatever comes to mind” mode.

“You all must love having our girl around, huh?” KK asked, aiming the camera at Granny.

“Oh, they do,” Granny said, her eyes twinkling. “Especially Paige here. I think she’s more excited to have Y/N around than anyone else.”

The room fell silent. I felt my face heat up as Paige coughed awkwardly.

“Granny…” I warned, but she just kept going.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you two look at each other. Always sneaking glances, whispering, carrying on like you’re the only two people in the room.”

The live chat exploded.

@paigebuckets: “NOT GRANNY SPILLING THE TEA 💀💀💀.”

@teamhuskyforever: “WAIT IS THIS A CONFIRMATION???”

@uconngossip: “Somebody get a screen recording!!!”

Paige rubbed the back of her neck, laughing nervously. “Granny, you’re making it sound like something it’s not.”

I stepped in quickly, trying to change the subject. “Okay, KK, that’s enough live for today!”

But KK just grinned, zooming in on my face. “Too late, Y/N. The people want answers!”

Paige’s POV

After Y/N’s family left, the fallout from Granny’s comments started rolling in. Social media was flooded with clips of the live. Fans were analyzing every interaction between me and Y/N, creating edits with captions like, “Granny knows what’s up” and “Just date already.”

At practice, the team wouldn’t let it go.

“So, Paige,” Ice said, sidling up to me during warm-ups. “When’s the wedding?”

I rolled my eyes. “Not you, too.”

“Hey, Granny said it, not me,” she said with a smirk.

Even Coach Geno got in on it, shaking his head as he muttered, “Young love,” during a film session.

Reader’s POV

Paige and I tried to laugh it off, but the teasing and online speculation were relentless. Still, we had each other, and that made it easier to handle.

That evening, Paige came over to my dorm, where I was editing footage for a personal project.

“Need a break?” she asked, plopping down on the bed beside me.

“Always,” I said, leaning back against her.

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Don’t let them get to you, kid. We know the truth, and that’s all that matters.”

I smiled, grateful for her steady presence. “You’re right. As always.”

Paige grinned. “Of course. I’m Paige Bueckers. I’m never wrong.”

“Except when you leave your sneakers in the middle of the floor,” I shot back.

She laughed, pulling me closer. “Touché.”

KK’s POV

Later that night, I went live on the “family” account again, determined to keep the chaos going, per Nanna's request.

“Okay, y’all, we’re back, and guess what? Paige and Y/N are making spaghetti,” I said, aiming the camera at them.

Y/N glared at me. “Do you ever put your phone down?”

“Nope.”

Paige smirked, twirling a noodle around her fork. “What can I say? The fans love us.”

I zoomed in on them just as Paige reached out to brush something off Y/N’s cheek.

“Almost got caught!” I sang, cackling as they both turned red.

“What did we almost get caught doing?” Paige said innocently, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

“Nothing!” Y/N said quickly, pushing her away.

But the comments told a different story.

@teambuckets: “THEY’RE SO OBVIOUS.”

@courteditors: “KK IS THE REAL MVP FOR THIS CONTENT.”

Reader’s POV

Despite the teasing, the rumors, and the chaos, on the inside I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else or with anyone else. Paige and I might not have everything figured completely out yet, but as long as we had each other, I knew we’d be okay.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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daryltwdixon · 2 days ago

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Summary: You overhear Joel and Ellie arguing, her anger cutting deep as his plans come to light. Betrayal twists in your chest, and when you confront him, the argument lays bare fears and truths you weren’t ready to face. By the end, everything between you feels fractured, leaving you questioning where you stand—and where you’re going.

a/n: brb gonna go cry now

“I’m gonna go check on Ellie,” Joel murmurs an hour later, his voice low and warm as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His lips brush your temple in a soft, fleeting kiss, and the tenderness of it keeps your heart tethered to the moment.

Nestled under his arm, wrapped in the safety of his presence, you hum in contentment. The fabric of his oversized plaid shirt swallows you now, your bare legs tangled beneath the blanket as the weight of him grounds you.

Joel shifts, easing himself away from you with careful movements. Another kiss, gentle but lingering, is pressed to your forehead before he rises from the bed. The warmth of him fades too quickly, leaving the space beside you vast and cold. You hear the jingling of his belt, the fabric of another shirt and his jeans being slipped on somewhere in the haze of oblivious half-sleep.

You stir, your eyelids fluttering open to a room bathed in moonlight once Joel closes the door behind him. Shades of blue and white stretch across the bedspread, soft and ghostly in the dark. With a sigh, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air grazing your skin. The shirt hangs loose on you, its hem brushing the tops of your thighs, the buttons done just enough to preserve your bits should Ellie wander into the hallway.

Barefoot and quiet, you pad to the door. All you wanted was a glass of water, but something about the stillness of the house feels off. Out in the hallway, you notice the crack of the second bedroom door left ajar. Soft voices spill into the quiet, their tones restrained yet unmistakably tense, a soft warmth of a lamp casting light on the hardwood.

“If you’re gonna ditch me, ditch me.”

That was Ellie’s voice for sure now. Who was ditching her? You had no plans of leaving her, not when you were so close to finding the people she needed to get to. Your steps falter, your hand tightening around the railing at the top of the staircase.

And then Joel speaks, his voice stripped of the warmth you’d felt just minutes ago. It’s gruff and unreadable. “How much did you hear?”

Your breath catches, a hollow ache forming in your chest as you press yourself into the shadows of the hallway.

“‘I have to leave her,’” Ellie says, her voice cold, a tremor of hurt threaded through her words. “‘You have to take her.’”

Leave who? The words repeat in your mind, each one hitting harder than the last. Ellie was clearly talking about Joel—about something he’d said to Tommy. You’d figured he was off with his brother while Ellie was enjoying the movies with the others. You’d stayed back, overwhelmed by the noise and the press of strangers, retreating to the safety of solitude.

But now, doubt creeps in. What had Joel said to Tommy? What had Ellie overheard? And why hadn’t you been there to keep an eye on her—or on him?

Did he tell Tommy everything? The thought twists in your gut. Had he revealed why you were really on this trek across the country? How much Ellie meant to you—not just because of her immunity, but because somewhere along the way, she’d become part of something else to you?

You clench your fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Why did I lock myself away? You hadn’t wanted the crowds, sure, but had it been worth missing this? Missing her slipping away to overhear something she never should have? Missing Joel saying something he shouldn’t have? And who the hell did she over hear saying they were ditching her?

Ellie’s voice rises, anger and defiance hardening her tone. “You know, we stood up for you today. Because, well, I thought—” She stops short, the sentence hanging unfinished in the air. Her silence is louder than her words, brimming with unspoken pain.

Your skin burns, the cool air doing little to calm the rising heat of confusion and anger. The weight of their words presses down on you, trembling uncertainty mixing with a fierce urge to demand answers. You cling to the shadows, listening, your heart hammering against your ribs as you fight the temptation to storm in and confront the both of them.

“I made this decision for your own good,” Joel says, his voice low but tinged with something you can’t quite place—hesitation, maybe even regret. Despite his usual steady tone, there’s a crack in his armor, a flicker of uncertainty. “You’re way better off with Tommy. He knows the area better than I do—”

“Do you give a shit about me or not?” Ellie’s voice cuts through his like a blade, sharp and loud. There’s a sudden clatter, the sound of something slamming down hard.

“Of course I do—” Joel starts, his words coming faster, his voice pitching higher.

“Then what’re you so afraid of?” Ellie fires back, her voice confrontational, rising with emotion. “That I’m gonna end up like Sam? I can’t get infected! I can take care of myself!”

She’s yelling now, her voice ringing through the hall outside the bedroom, clear and relentless. So this was about Tommy. Joel must’ve told him about Ellie, about her immunity, and the need to get her to the Fireflies. But the way Ellie spoke—like she’d overheard more than just plans—set your mind racing.

Was Joel passing her off? The thought makes your stomach churn. Was he back to thinking she’s just cargo? After everything you’d been through together, after how she’d fought for him, for all of you, could he really still see her that way?

Your chest tightens, frustration building alongside doubt. You strain to listen, wanting to understand, wanting to make sense of Joel’s motives. Had he really said something that would make Ellie feel like she didn’t matter to him? Or was he doing this for reasons he hadn’t told either of you? Reasons he thought were best for her—or maybe even for himself.

“How many close calls have we had?” Joel counters, his voice growing louder, the frustration cracking through.

“Well, we seem to be doin’ pretty alright so far.” Ellie doesn’t miss a beat, her retort swift and defiant.

“And now you’ll be doin’ even better with Tommy,” Joel growls, his tone like gravel grinding against stone.

There’s a scoff, and you hear the heavy tread of his boots. Without thinking, you press yourself against the wall, your breath catching as you try to stay hidden. His steps falter, though, stopping abruptly as Ellie’s voice lashes out again, low, but just as cutting:

“I’m not her, ya know.”

The silence that follows is deafening. It’s the kind of quiet that stretches time, thick and unbearable. Your chest tightens, your pulse pounding in your ears as you wait for Joel’s response.

“Maria told us about Sarah and–”

“Don’t.” Joel’s voice is so low you nearly miss it, but the warning in it is razor-sharp. The silence deepens, the air even heavier. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he speaks again. “You are treadin’ on some mighty thin ice here.”

Ellie’s tone softens, but her words carry the weight of years she’s far too young to bear. “I’m sorry about your daughter, Joel,” she says, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “But I’ve lost people too.”

“You have no idea what loss is.” Joel’s voice trembles with the unshakeable heaviness of the words.

“Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me,” she says, her voice trembling but resolute. “Everyone– fucking—” There’s a sudden shuffle, like she’s moving toward him, maybe even shoving him by the sound of the footfalls, “—except for you!”

Her voice rises, a mix of anger and vulnerability, as the words tumble out. “So don’t tell me I would be safer with someone else! Because the truth is, I would just be more scared.”

Joel’s response is soft, almost a whisper. “You’re right.” For a brief, fleeting moment, you feel the weight on your chest ease, hope blooming in the quiet. But then his next words hit like a punch, sharp and final. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad.”

It feels like the floor drops out from under you. Joel’s words land with a cruel finality that seems to hollow out the air in the room. Your stomach churns, your throat tightening as Ellie’s silence fills the void, a silence that screams of pain and betrayal.

It felt like Joel’s words plunged a stake into both your heart and Ellie’s, the sharpness of them reverberating through your hollow chest.

“Come dawn,” Joel says to her, his voice cold and distant, “we are goin’ our separate ways.”

And then his footfalls echo too loudly, too suddenly in the suffocating quiet, and you’re moving—pulling yourself away from the door, retreating back to where you came from. But before you can make it, Joel’s there, his silhouette cutting through the dim light as he steps onto the landing, slamming Ellie’s door shut behind him. The sound reverberates through the hall like a gunshot.

Your hand trembles as it closes over the knob of the bedroom door on the other side of the hall. You’re so close to shutting him out, but then he calls your name, his voice rough and sharp, cutting through the haze of your thoughts.

You freeze, but only for a moment. The tightness in your throat flares, burning like razors every time you swallow. You can’t bear to look at him, let alone face him. The weight of everything—his words, Ellie’s hurt, your own anger—presses down on you until you feel like you might snap.

With a burst of movement, you wrench the door open and slam it shut behind you, the sound a physical barrier between you and the man you can’t stomach to see right now.

But Joel doesn’t stop. His steps are heavy, purposeful, and close behind. Before you can even think, he’s pushing the door open, his presence filling the room with devastation.

He says your name again, his voice still rough and strained, but there’s a softness to it now that wasn’t there before. Even after everything he said to Ellie, that gentleness is back, and it makes your vision blur. Your throat burns, the tightness almost unbearable as every ounce of emotion you’ve been holding back surges to the surface.

You don’t turn around. Instead, your hands fumble to grab your clothes, pulling them on as quickly as you can. Joel stays by the door, watching you with an intensity that feels suffocating.

“Baby, please—” he begins.

“Don’t, Joel,” you snap, cutting him off. To your surprise, your voice is steady and cutting despite the white-hot anger boiling in your veins. “When were you going to tell me?” you snap, "Were you just going to let me figure it out after she was gone?”

Joel flinches, but he doesn’t speak. The silence only fuels your anger. You yank your shirt over your head, turning to face him as your words strike out like a blade.

“You planned to leave her all along, didn’t you? And you didn’t tell me.”

His jaw tightens, the muscle ticking as he stands there, rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. “It’s better this way,” he says finally, his voice low but firm. He doesn’t move when you turn towards him. His eyes are hardened, but there’s something beneath the surface—something seering and deep. Guilt.

“Better for who, Joel? For her? Or for you?” You step closer, jabbing a finger toward his chest. “You knew I’d disagree. You knew how I’d feel, and that’s why you didn’t tell me. You were gonna let her walk out of here with a stranger without saying a damn word.”

The words come out low and sharp, each one striking like a match against dry kindling. Your chest heaves, heat rising to your face—not the kind that makes you blush or stammer, but the kind that burns through you, hot and unrelenting.

“Tommy is more than capable, girl.” His voice is sharp, weighted, like he’s trying to put his foot down once and for all.

Girl. He’s called you that before, and just like when he uses the name ‘kid’ on you, it always brings you back to when you were still too young to understand what the world really was. Back when you needed someone else to fight your battles, to keep you from falling apart. It made you feel small, vulnerable.

Weak.

But that’s not who you are anymore. You’re not the scared kid hiding behind your father, praying the walls will hold. You’re not the wide-eyed teenager waiting for someone to show you how to shoot a gun or bow and arrow. You’ve clawed your way through hell just like Joel has, and you’re not about to let him make you feel small. Not after everything you’d been through.

And yet, as you stare at him now, the anger bubbling beneath your skin, another thought worms its way into your mind, unrelenting and sharp. How could I be so stupid? You’d let yourself believe everything was okay. You’d let yourself believe he was okay. The way he’d looked at you, the way he’d touched you—was it all to distract you? To keep you pliable and nice for him to talk into leaving Ellie behind?

You think about the way he’d undressed you, how careful he’d been. The way his lips traced every inch of you, the way he whispered your name like it meant something. You’d let him pull you into something that felt safe, something you’d convinced yourself was real. And all the while, this—this—was happening behind the scenes.

You feel the burn of tears prick at your eyes, anger and shame twisting together into something that makes it hard to breathe. How could I have been so ignorant? While you’d been letting him hold you, touch you, love you, he’d already decided to give up on Ellie. To give up on the three of you.

The realization cuts deeper than anything he’s said tonight, and you force yourself to push the thoughts down, to bury the ache and focus on the here and now. He wasn’t going to make you feel weak.

“How can you just give up like that?” you whisper, and the crack in your voice betrays the anger you’re trying so hard to cling to.

“Haven’t you noticed I’m failin’ her?” Joel’s voice rises, breaking with frustration and guilt. “I didn’t hear that man sneak up on you in Kansas City. I froze up when that dog could’ve smelled somethin’ on her today and torn her apart! I’mweak,”

The words hit like a slap, and for a moment, you’re too stunned to respond. But the ache in your chest quickly turns to anger, burning hot and unrelenting.

“What if something happens,” you continue, your voice breaking, “and we’re not there? What if we lose her?”

His eyes flicker then, the wall cracking just enough for you to see it—the fear, the weight of everything he’s carrying. “And what if we don’t lose her?” His voice softens, just barely. “What if I lose you?”

The vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard, your breath hitching. You don’t know how to respond.

“Dammit, I’ve been through enough,” he mutters, stepping back as if putting distance between you could ease the pain in his chest. “I’ve lost too much. I can’t—I won’t—lose you too.”

Your heart stutters, a mix of confusion and anger swirling in your head. “This isn’t about me, Joel.”

“It is,” he snaps, his voice rising, frustration bubbling to the surface. “It’s about you, and me, and the life we could have here. We could finally have somethin’ good, kid.”

“Enough!” you shout, throwing your hands up before forcing yourself to steady. You’re not going to let him get under your skin—not like this. You lower your voice, but the words hit harder for it. “You’re being selfish.”

He flinches like you’ve struck him, his breath catching as the accusation hangs in the air.

After a long silence, his voice comes rough and broken, “Maybe I am,” he admits, his voice rough, broken. “Maybe for once in my life, I’m thinkin’ about what I want. You think I don’t hate myself for it? You think I don’t feel like a damn coward for wantin’ to stay here? With you?”

Your throat tightens, and you blink rapidly to push back the tears threatening to spill. “I’m not staying.” You turn, reaching for the door, your hand on the cool metal knob. But before you can pull it open, his hand falls over yours, gentle but firm.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice barely audible, like the word itself might shatter, “Stay.”

“How can you ask that of me?” you whisper back, your voice trembling. You turn to face him, and suddenly, you’re too close. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the static that always seems to hum between you.

But you shove it down, hard. You can’t let this weaken your resolve. Not now.

“I’m taking her to the Fireflies in the morning, Joel,” you growl, your voice steady but full of venom. “If you want to be done with her so badly, then fine. You can be done with me too.”

And with that, you throw open the door and walk out into the hallway, not giving him the chance to respond.

#all that remains #the last of us #Joel miller #Joel Miller x you #Joel Miller x reader #tlou

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milkteabinniechan · 2 days ago

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♡Inspiration; Motivation - Hyunjin

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pairing: artist! Hyunjin x afab! reader

summary: Hwang Hyunjin has hit a creative block. Nothing inspires him anymore and everyone is waiting for his next big piece. He needs a release, he needs to let go. He needs you.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, dom hyunjin/sub reader, public sex, size difference, cum eating(?)

You picked up another tray of hors d’oeuvres from the kitchen and made your way back out to the crowd. Some people were murmuring that the artist has finally arrived and we're moving towards the front to try to catch a glimpse of him. You motioned your tray towards a few people and offered the tiny pastry cakes and puffs to the rich yuppies around you.

Once your tray is clear you decide to sneak off and walk around the gallery for a minute. You stop at one of your favorite pieces, a simple painting of a long-stemmed single tulip. The petals are painted in a deep purple that nearly turns to black towards the middle of the bud. You stare at the mix of purples and greens and nearly forget that you're technically working, you're on the clock and if your boss saw you with an empty tray again then there would be Hell to pay. You were on your last strike as he loved to remind you.

“I didn't think anyone even noticed this one.” A voice lingered in from behind you. You turned quickly to see a man dressed fairly decent, definitely not one of your co-workers or your boss, so you let your shoulders loosen a bit as you gave him a simple smile. “Yes, it's one of my favorites.” You admit, your eyes staying glued to the tulip. The man sidled beside you, both hands in pockets and a smell of scotch and paint thinner soaked through him.

“I have to admit, this is one that I never ended up hating. She's still pretty to me. She never asked for more, just perfectly content with being my little flower.” His voice was raspy and a bit pained as he spoke. You cautiously turned your head to face him. “This is your piece? Why didn't you sign it?” Your finger pointed to the blank corner of the canvas vacant of a signature. The man smiled wide and let out a low chuckle running his fingers over his shaved head. Another practiced motion when his hair used to hang in front of his face. “I didn't sign it because I don't own her. Sure, I painted it. But she was never mine.”

You tilt your head at the painting, picturing not only a flower but a woman too. Was that what the painting was? A beautiful woman transformed? You straighten your head and look from the flower back to the man. “So what inspires you, Hwang Hyunjin?” Hyunjin's eyes light up in surprise and shock. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. You're who everyone is here to see.” You smile softly. Hyunjin's face drops in disdain as he glances at the other room full of people. People who are so eager for the next big thing. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“So,” you fasten your hands on your hips and give him a playful expression. “Everyone wants to know, what inspires you?”

Hyunjin's eyes narrow as he steps towards you, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. “Do you want the answer I give to the magazines or do you want the real answer?”

His smell grows strong the closer he stands to you. An aroma of hard work and pain and chaos that threatened to consume you if he stepped any closer. Your eyes flickered up to where he was. “The real answer.”

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moonmaiden1996 · 1 day ago

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What do you like best about Sanji and Corazon? 😊

Sanji and Corazon are two incredibly different but equally lovable and beautiful men. These men are given truly tragic backstories, and I genuinely believe they deserve so much love and happiness. I think that’s why I love them so much—because they will do anything to protect those they love, no matter what, and the way they treat you will make even goddess's jealous.

Lets start with the Straw Hat Chef...

Sanji – The Romantic Dreamer

What I love most about Sanji is his unwavering devotion and charm. He’s the kind of man who believes love should be celebrated every single day, and he treats you like royalty because he truly sees you as the most beautiful person in his life.

How Sanji Would Treat You

The Little Things:

Sanji has a knack for noticing the tiniest details about you. He’d know how you like your tea or coffee, the way you smile when the sun hits your face, and the songs that make you happy. He’d show it by bringing you your favorite treat after a long day, saying, “I knew you’d need this, love.”

He’d brush your hair out of your face in the wind, always carrying a handkerchief in case you need it. It’s the small gestures that would make your heart flutter.

His Culinary Love Language:

Cooking is his ultimate way of showing love. Every meal would feel like a masterpiece created just for you. He’d watch you take your first bite with bated breath, then light up when you tell him it’s delicious.

If you’re feeling down, he’d whip up a cozy meal, placing it in front of you with a soft kiss to your temple and a whispered, “Eat up, sweetheart. You deserve to feel as amazing as you are.”

Romantic Gestures:

Sanji would pull you into a dance in the middle of the kitchen, twirling you around as a love song played in his head. His hands would settle on your waist as he gazed into your eyes, saying, “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you in my arms.”

He’d write little notes for you to find throughout the day—tucked in your bag, slipped into a book, or under your pillow. Each one would say something like, “Thinking of you, my love.”

Why I Love Him: Sanji’s love feels like poetry. He’s so genuine in his affection, and he’d make every moment feel special, whether it’s a grand gesture or a quiet evening together. You’d never have to doubt his devotion because he’d show it in everything he does.

Corazon – The Quiet Protector

What I adore most about Corazon is his deep, quiet love. He might not be as outwardly flashy as Sanji, but his actions speak volumes about how much he cares. His awkwardness and soft heart make him so endearing, and you’d always feel safe and cherished by him.

How Corazon Would Treat You

The Gentle Caretaker:

Corazon is the kind of man who’d wrap his coat around you when you’re cold without a second thought, his warm smile reassuring you. “You need it more than I do,” he’d say, even if he’s shivering.

If you were sick, he’d stay by your side, fumbling through making you soup (and probably burning it) but refusing to leave you alone. “I’m not leaving until you feel better,” he’d say, his voice full of determination.

His Thoughtful Acts:

Corazon has a way of remembering the things you care about. He’d bring you flowers, not because it’s a grand romantic gesture, but because he saw them and thought they’d make you smile.

He’d surprise you with little adventures—quiet walks on the beach, visiting a spot he found while on a mission, or stargazing. “I thought you’d like this place,” he’d say, watching your face light up.

His Protective Nature:

Corazon would always put you first, even if it meant risking himself. If he thought you were in danger, he’d shield you without hesitation. Afterward, he’d pull you close and promise, “I’ll always keep you safe.”

When you’re anxious or upset, he’d sit with you quietly, holding your hand or rubbing your back. “Take your time,” he’d whisper, his presence grounding and comforting.

This man will *literally* die to for you

Why I Love Him: Corazon’s love feels like a warm, safe haven. He’s not flashy or over-the-top, but he’d make you feel like the most important person in the world through his unwavering support and quiet tenderness. You’d know you could rely on him no matter what.

I could never pick between these men, they are just so perfect. The would adore you and love you in every single way you need. Also... I am not sure what it says about me when these both smoke...I have no idea if that is a kink or not but thinking of these two is me living my best life so I don't care.

Love this ask! Keep them coming :P Any character..... I. Dare. You!

Like. Comment. Request

#one piece #opla #one piece shanks #opla x reader #one piece sanji #corazon x you #rosinante corazon #donquixote corazon #corazon one piece #one piece rosinante #donquixote rosinante #sanji x reader #sanji #op sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji

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darlinluxx · 8 hours ago

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can you make a fic of reader and saebyeok going out to a bar with a couple of friends and then a guy tries to hit u up, and starts getting really close n touchy. Even when u asked to stop. Until saebyeok comes and like breaks up the situation and handles it

𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes

𝐓he low hum of the bar was a familiar comfort, a backdrop to your laughter as you and Saebyeok sipped your drinks. the sun lighting cast long shadows, making the already sharp lines of her face even more defined. her eyes, usually guarded, held a soft gleam as she talked, a rare display of vulnerability that always made your heart swell.

“just grabbing another round.” Saebyeok said, her hand briefly brushing against yours before she slid off the stool and towards the bar. you watched her go, admiring the way she moved with a quiet grace, a stark contrast to the simmering intensity that often radiated from her.

you turned back to your drink, a half-empty glass of something fruity and sweet. that’s when you noticed him. he’d been lurking at the periphery, watching. his smile was a bit creepy, the kind that made your skin crawl.

he sidled closer, his voice a low, gravelly purr. “so, you here alone, pretty?”

your eyes narrowed. “no, i’m with someone.” you gave him a polite, but firm, dismissal, hoping he’d get the message.

he didn’t.

“oh, that’s a shame.” he continued, leaning in, invading your space. you shifted back, your body tightening with a growing unease.

“i said i’m with someone.” you repeated, your voice losing its polite veneer. you didn’t like the way he was looking at you, the way he was sizing you up like a piece of meat. “please leave me alone.”

he laughed then, a short, barking sound. “don’t be like that, honey. it’s just a little fun.”

his hand reached out, attempting to touch your arm, and that’s when your patience shattered. you recoiled, anger flaring, your voice sharp. “i said stop. don’t touch me.”

he doesn’t stop. his smile widens, and there’s a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach churn. “you’re just playing hard to get.” he says, ignoring your pleas, his words wrapping around you like a suffocating fog.

then, you feel a presence, a familiar heat radiating from behind you. the air grows cold, the bar music a muffled hum. you smell the faint trace of cigarette smoke, mixed with the subtle hint of her favorite cologne. the man’s smile falters, his eyes flickering past you towards… her.

you don’t turn, you don’t need to. you know she’s there.

“she told you to stop. why haven’t you stopped yet?”

her voice is low, dangerously so, the words clipped and precise. you feel a shiver run down your spine, not of fear, but of something else. something akin to relief.

you finally turn. Saebyeok stands beside you, her figure a dark silhouette against the dim light. her eyes, locked on the man, are glacial, like shards of ice. the casual ease she usually carries is gone, replaced by a stark intensity.

you see her jaw clench slightly, a muscle twitching in her cheek. it’s a subtle shift, but you know that under the surface, a storm is brewing.

he tries to chuckle, a nervous, pathetic sound. “hey, now, no need to get all riled up. we were just having a little chat.”

the sound of his words grates on your ears. how dare he?

“did you not hear her say no? is it that difficult for you to understand? or are you just too stupid to comprehend simple words?” Saebyeok’s voice is a low, ominous hum, a predator’s growl. the man’s eyes widen now, a flicker of understanding finally dawning on his face. you can see him suddenly calculate and come up short.

you watch as her hand moves with lightning speed, so fast you almost miss it. not a punch, not yet. just a grip on his wrist, tight and unforgiving. he tries to pull away, but her hold is like a vice. you see the fear blossom in his eyes. he’s completely taken aback by the quiet danger in her manner, the way her presence commands not just his attention, but fear.

“next time,” she says, her voice low, “walk away when someone tells you to. or you’ll regret it.”

Saebyeok releases his arm as quickly as she grabbed it. he stumbles back, his eyes wide with genuine terror. he doesn’t say a word, just turns and practically flees, disappearing into the crowded bar.

Saebyeok turns to you, and the coldness in her eyes fades, replaced by a soft, worried look.

“are you okay?” she asks, her voice now laced with a gentleness that makes your chest ache.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your heart still pounding. you reach out, taking her hand, your fingers intertwining with hers. “i’m okay.” you say, squeezing her fingers tight.

she nods, her gaze unwavering, a silent promise of protection. you glance around, the bar a suddenly calmer place, the hum of music less jarring. you know now, more than ever, that with her by your side, you’re safe.

and you know, that man will now think twice before making that mistake again.

#kang sae byeok #kang saebyeok #sae byeok #saebyeok #kang sae byeok x reader #kang saebyeok x reader #sae byeok x reader #saebyeok x reader #squid game #squid game x reader

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pankowcrumbs · 1 day ago

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The Set up X Joseph Quinn (Requested)

The smell of rosemary and garlic hit me the moment I stepped into Fred’s house. It was cozy, with warm lighting and the kind of eclectic decor that could only come from someone who spent half his life traveling and the other half collecting oddities from every corner of the world. I slipped off my coat, hanging it on the rack by the door, and smiled at Victoria, who was already perched on the arm of Fred’s well-worn couch.

“Y/N!” she beamed, rushing over to wrap me in a hug. “I’m so glad you made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” I said, pulling back. “Though I still don’t understand why you were so insistent.”

Fred appeared from the kitchen, his apron dusted with flour, a mischievous grin on his face. “Because, dear Y/N, this is not just any dinner party. This is an experience. A culinary masterpiece. A—”

“Okay, okay,” I interrupted, laughing. “I get it. You’re very proud of your cooking.”

“Fred takes his dinner parties very seriously,” Victoria added, rolling her eyes fondly.

Fred gave her a playful glare but then turned back to me. “Anyway, drinks are in the kitchen. Help yourself. Dinner will be ready soon.”

I nodded and made my way to the kitchen, which was bustling with activity. A few of Fred’s friends were already mingling, chatting over glasses of wine and plates of appetizers. As I reached for a glass of white wine, someone stepped up beside me.

“You’re Victoria’s sister, right?” a warm, slightly raspy voice asked.

I turned, and there he was—Joseph Quinn. His curly hair was a little messy, and his dark eyes sparkled with curiosity. I froze for a second, my hand hovering over the bottle of wine, before quickly recovering.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, pouring the wine and offering him a small smile. “And you are?”

“Joe,” he said, holding out his hand. “Fred and I worked together on Gladiator 2.”

My eyebrows shot up as I shook his hand, his grip firm but gentle. “Oh, right! Victoria mentioned Fred had been working on that. I’m guessing you’re an actor?”

“Guilty as charged,” Joe said with a grin. “And you? Are you in the industry too?”

“Nope,” I said, laughing lightly. “I’m the boring one in the family. I work in publishing.”

“Publishing?” he repeated, tilting his head. “That’s not boring at all. Books are far more interesting than movies half the time.”

We ended up chatting for a while, standing by the kitchen island as the room filled with more guests. Joe was easy to talk to, with a quick wit and a knack for making me laugh. I didn’t even notice Fred hovering nearby until he cleared his throat dramatically.

“Well, well,” Fred said, a sly smile on his face. “I see you two have met.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, but he just grinned wider. “Fred,” I said slowly, “why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?”

“Who, me?” he asked, feigning innocence. “I’m just thrilled my two favorite people are getting along so well.”

Joe looked equally suspicious, but he didn’t say anything, just sipped his drink and glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.

Fred disappeared into the dining room, and I turned to Joe. “I think we’re being set up.”

Joe chuckled, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “It does feel a bit... orchestrated.”

Before I could respond, Victoria called us to the table. Fred had outdone himself, the dining room table laden with dishes that looked like they belonged in a magazine. We sat across from each other, Fred and Victoria on either side of us, and the meal began.

Throughout dinner, Fred’s “subtle” comments only grew more ridiculous.

“So, Joe,” he said at one point, leaning back in his chair. “Y/N loves art. Do you?”

Joe glanced at me, his cheeks pink. “Uh, yeah. I do, actually.”

“Perfect,” Fred said, clapping his hands together. “You should take her to that gallery downtown. It’s amazing.”

Victoria shot him a warning look, but it didn’t stop him. Every time Joe or I spoke, Fred found a way to twist it into some kind of romantic hint. By dessert, I was half tempted to kick him under the table.

Despite Fred’s antics, I found myself genuinely enjoying Joe’s company. He was charming without trying too hard, and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed was undeniably endearing. By the time the evening wound down, I was reluctant to leave.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Joe offered as I grabbed my coat.

“You don’t have to,” I said, though I wasn’t exactly protesting.

“I insist,” he said with a smile.

We stepped outside into the cool night air, the city quiet around us. My car was parked just across the road, and we walked in short comfortable silence until we reached it.

“Well,” I said, turning to face him. “Thanks for walking me.”

“Of course,” he said, his hands in his pockets. He hesitated, then added, “I had a really great time tonight. Even with Fred’s... matchmaking.”

I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me despite the chill. “Me too. You’re not so bad for a setup.”

He grinned, taking a small step closer. “Not so bad, huh?”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” I teased, but my voice was softer now, my heart pounding as he leaned in.

And then, his lips were on mine, warm and soft and perfect. I melted into the kiss, my hands resting lightly on his chest as his arms circled my waist. It was the kind of kiss that made the world fade away, leaving just the two of us in the glow of the streetlights.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced toward Fred’s house and froze.

Through the living room window, Fred and Victoria were celebrating like they’d just won the lottery. Fred pumped his fist in the air while Victoria clapped her hands, both of them grinning like maniacs.

Joe followed my gaze and laughed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.”

I couldn’t help but laugh too, the sound bubbling out of me as the ridiculousness of the situation sank in. “Well,” I said, looking back at him. “I guess they got what they wanted.”

“Maybe they did,” Joe said, his voice soft as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I’m not complaining.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, smiling up at him.

He kissed me again, slower this time, and I knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning.

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disappearintothegrey · 15 hours ago

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your writing is so good! If your still taking requests can you do something about being on tour with the band and there’s been some light flirting with Noah but you don’t take it seriously until one night he comes into the living room part of the bus while you are curled up reading. Instead of picking his own seat he just walks over picks you up and sits down with you in his lap. The rest can be up to you.

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Isabella couldn’t believe it when her manager told her she would be joining Bad Omens on tour as their merch girl. Sure, it was a small job, but it paid well and she was so excited to meet one of her favorite bands. Who could turn that down?

She also would be lying if she said she wasn’t mesmerized by their lead singer, Noah Sebastian. There was something about him that drew her to him, and it drove her insane. Because she never stood a chance, there’s no way he could ever like someone like her.

But the day that she met the boys before they hit the road, she swore she caught Noah’s eyes watching her every so often. Brown eyes locked with her blue ones, filled with mystery and curiosity. He was kind and always made sure she felt welcomed in the tour bus with the guys.

The flirting started out small. He would compliment what she was wearing, or feed her a funny pick up line. He loved to make her laugh, because to him, it meant getting to see her eyes light up…but he’d never admit that. The more comfortable she got, the more she started flirting back.

“I’m starting to see why all these girls fawn over you, Noah.” She said one night after a show, causing Noah to look at her with a cocked eyebrow

“Is that so?” He replied, throwing his sweaty towel over his shoulder

She simply nods, leaning over the merch table to look at him, “You had me wondering if it was the pyros or you making me sweat,” She winked, and she swore she saw him blush before turning away to finish packing for the night.

As for Noah, well, the moment he laid eyes on her he was infatuated. She was gorgeous, with her green eyes, button nose, and long black hair. He couldn’t deny the immediate attraction, and couldn’t stop himself from flirting and teasing her. But, he had no idea how she felt, or if she just thought he was kidding around.

Isabella was the first to head to the bus, the rest of the gang too busy trying to find late night dinner to notice her slip away. Her bones were exhausted from a days work, and she was excited to wind down and read her current book, The Butcher and the Wren. After changing into pajamas and washing up, she settled on the couch in the living room of the bus, turning some quiet music on her phone to fill the space.

She hadn’t felt herself drifting off to the sound of her music, the book in her hands becoming limp as she leaned against the couch, curling up into a ball. By the time she was in a deep sleep, the boys had returned, Noah quickly shushing everyone when he saw her sleeping.

After bidding everyone a goodnight, Noah debated whether or not he should head to bed knowing she was out there alone, and probably cold. Deciding at the final second, he turned on his feet to walk to her, taking her book carefully from her fingers and placing it on the coffee table.

Slipping an arm underneath her knees and around her shoulders, he slowly lifted her off the couch, swiveling to sit down and let her sprawl out on his lap. She barely stirred, just let out a small whine before nuzzling her cheek into his stomach as she turned over in her sleep. He couldn’t help but smile down at her, his heart thumping in his chest at the close proximity.

He spent the next few minutes rubbing her hip softly, reaching over to grab a spare blanket Nicholas had left and covering her with it. His eyes became heavy as he sat, settling into the couch himself and letting sleep take over. The last thing he remembered was feeling Isabella’s fingers touch his hand, her index finger wrapping around his.

Isabella woke up feeling rested, but when she opened her eyes to see Noah sleeping soundly beside her, she froze in her spot. Somehow they had found themselves cuddled up on the couch, Noah’s arm wrapped around her waist as his nose was buried in her neck. She tried to control her breathing so she wouldn’t alert him, clearly thinking this was some type of mistake.

But she swears she fell asleep alone last night, so how did he end up here?

It didn’t sound like the rest of the boys were up, the quiet lull of the bus serenading them as they traveled to the next venue. She shifted slightly in his grasp, turning to press her cheek against his chest, trying to soak up this moment before he woke up and got freaked out. His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her towards him as he moved to his back.

She’s almost back asleep when she feels him finally stir, her heart breaking silently when she feels his head turn to look at their position. She’s preparing herself to be pushed away, her eyes squeezed shut, but all that happens is she feels warm lips press to her forehead, and Noah turns to let her snuggle in his neck.

“I know you’re awake,” He says, his voice thick with sleep.

Isabella gulps, glancing up to see him already looking at her, a small smile playing on his lips, “Hi,” She squeaks out.

“Hi,” He responds, his eyes scanning her face, “You okay?”

She nods slowly, her eyebrows furrowing together, “I fell asleep alone…how did I end up here?” She asked quietly

Noah chuckles, pushing some hair out of her face, “We came back after you had fallen asleep, and I just couldn’t leave you out here by yourself. So, I decided to join you. You were on my lap when I fell asleep, but I guess we repositioned ourselves somehow,” He jokes, but she is panicking. He can feel the stress radiating off her, touching her cheek softly, “Hey, it’s okay, Bella,” The nickname slips from his mouth, and she gasps.

“And you’re okay with this? Being this close to me?” She asks, insecurity dripping in her voice, “Because I really like you and—,” The admittance is out before she can stop it, and her eyes widen as she tries to pull away.

Noah tightens his grip, holding her in place as he tries to make her look at him, “How could you not tell I liked you? I’ve been flirting with you this whole time,” He teases, and she groans.

“Because I thought you were joking!” She huffs, and he laughs loudly at that, causing her to smack him, “Hush!”

“Bella, I have liked you since the moment I saw you. This was just waiting to happen,” He replies, tilting her chin up to look at him, “And I’d really like to kiss you now,”

She gulps, feeling like a deer in the headlights. He wants to kiss HER?? How could she say no? Wait—HE WANTS TO KISS HER!

She just nods, feeling small in his arms. Instead of speaking, Noah leans in, capturing her lips in his in a gentle kiss. She kisses back just as gently, finding her fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck. He smiles into their kiss, his hands running up her back before he pulls away.

“So…” He starts, and Isabella just blushed, kissing him again before he could even finish his sentence. And he wasn’t complaining.

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aspenmissing · 11 hours ago

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I love your writing and I had an idea this morning :=) What about Jayce x Reader, with the little extra, that she is Viktors younger sister. So, Reader and Jayce are in a relationship for quite a while (maybe, since the beginning of the Academy). But there wasn't the right moment for Reader to tell her Brother, who her boyfriend is - Until the explosion in Jayce's apartment at the beginning of Season 1. When Reader heard the news, that there was an explosion, she ran straight out of the Academy to Jayce's apartment - Where here boyfriend and brother are in the same room. How would they react in this situation: Confused, embarrased? I'd love to read this in your writing style! :D

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It had been months—nearly a year, in fact—since Jayce and Y/N had been secretly seeing each other. Their love had blossomed quietly, like a delicate flower in the shadows, tucked away from the prying eyes of the Academy. It wasn't that they didn’t want anyone to know; it was simply that the right moment had never come. Every time they thought it might be the right time, circumstances seemed to intervene, and the truth remained buried.

The only ones who seemed to notice the shift in Y/N were those who paid close attention. Viktor, ever the meticulous observer, was one of those people. His younger sister had always been understated in her appearance, preferring simple, functional clothing and jewellery. But over the past few months, there had been a subtle change. Y/N had begun wearing more jewellery—delicate necklaces, rings that glimmered under the light, bracelets that jingled gently with each movement. Gifts from Jayce, of course. Her wardrobe was softer, more refined, her mannerisms a little more relaxed, a little more... affectionate.

Viktor, initially dismissing it as a phase, started to grow curious. His sister was different now, and as any protective older brother would, he began to ask questions, albeit in his usual teasing manner.

“When am I going to meet this mysterious man of yours?” Viktor had asked one evening, his eyes narrowing in playful suspicion as he observed the spark in Y/N’s smile that hadn’t been there before. He had noticed her laughter was lighter, and her gaze warmer, like she was hiding a secret—one he was determined to uncover.

Y/N, of course, never gave him a straight answer. She would shrug nonchalantly, a teasing grin tugging at her lips. “Oh, you’ll meet him eventually, Viktor. No need to rush. It’s not like he's going anywhere.”

But Viktor wasn’t convinced. He had always been keenly aware of the smallest details, and lately, his sister had changed in ways he couldn’t ignore. Y/N was more confident now, her happiness slipping through in the way she carried herself, in the subtle shifts of her smile and the warmth in her gaze. She was no longer the same guarded girl she once had been. Still, he didn’t press her. He respected her space, trusting that she would tell him when the time was right. He believed that moment would come, even if he didn’t know when. But that time came in the form of an explosion.

Y/N had been in her chambers at the Academy when the news hit—an explosion at Jayce’s apartment. Her heart leapt into her throat, a cold, sick feeling washing over her as panic gripped her. The world seemed to blur around her, and the ringing in her ears drowned out everything else. She didn’t pause to think. There was no hesitation. She couldn’t wait for anyone else. Without a word, she grabbed her coat and rushed out of the Academy. Every step felt like a hammer on her chest, her heart pounding fiercely as her mind focused solely on one thing—Jayce. He was there, and she needed to get to him.

When Y/N finally arrived at Jayce’s apartment, she didn’t hesitate for a second. Without even a thought for the broken door that hung off its hinges, she stormed into the room, her heart pounding with fear and urgency. The air was thick with smoke, stinging her eyes and choking her breath, but she couldn’t care less. Her only focus was Jayce.

Her eyes darted through the haze, barely registering the destruction around her, until she spotted him—sat on a pile of debris, looking dazed but alive. Without thinking, she rushed over to him, throwing herself into his arms. She pulled him close, her hands frantic as she checked him over, feeling every inch of him to ensure he was unharmed. “Jayce,” she whispered, her voice trembling with relief as she kissed his cheek. “You’re okay.”

As she pulled back slightly to look at him, her gaze shifted and she froze. Across from them stood Viktor, looking just as stunned as she was. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she blinked at him, the realization dawning slowly. “Viktor...” she muttered, her voice soft but filled with confusion.

Both Jayce and Viktor did a double-take, eyes widening in sudden recognition.

“You... you’re her brother?” Jayce blurted, staring at Viktor like he’d just solved the world’s greatest mystery.

Viktor blinked, his face a mixture of disbelief and surprise. “And you... you’re the mystery man?” he asked, his voice rising with a mix of shock and amusement.

Y/N’s face turned bright crimson as she realised just how badly she’d kept her secrets. She gave an awkward laugh, her hands nervously tugging at the sleeves of her coat. “Well... this is... unexpected.”

Viktor’s eyes turned to Jayce, his expression sharpening as his protective instincts fully took over. “How long have you been seeing my sister, Jayce?” he asked, his voice low and edged with concern. “And how long have you been keeping her in the dark about this?”

Jayce shifted uncomfortably, still a little shaken from the explosion, but he steadied himself as best as he could. He hadn’t expected to be put on the spot—not like this, and certainly not by the brother of the woman he cared about. “I... I don’t know what happened,” he started, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his composure. “I never planned for this... it just... it just happened.”

Viktor’s expression didn’t soften. He studied Jayce intently, frustration flickering in his eyes as he glanced around the room—taking in the smouldering debris, the cracks in the walls, and the lingering scent of the explosion. His stance grew more rigid as the full scope of the situation hit him. He leaned on his cane, the weight of his frustration accentuated by the metal leg brace on his right leg.

“It just happened?” Viktor repeated, his tone edged with disbelief. He waved a hand around, indicating the chaos surrounding them. “Look at this place. Whatever you were working on, it was dangerous. This could’ve been much worse. What if my sister had been here when it happened? What if she’d been caught in all this?” His voice trembled with the weight of his concern, his protective instincts rising to the surface. He shifted slightly, the cane tapping the floor in emphasis.

Jayce glanced at Y/N, his expression full of regret and guilt. He let out a shaky breath. “I promise you, I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said, his eyes filled with sadness. “I was just coming home when I heard a noise... I couldn’t get into my apartment, and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor and everything’s destroyed.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at Jayce’s words. She stepped forward, placing a hand gently on his arm. Her voice was soft but firm as she addressed Viktor. “Viktor, it wasn’t his fault. I know it wasn’t. He’s smart, he wouldn’t have let this happen. Whatever went wrong, it was out of his control.”

Viktor’s eyes softened for a moment, his gaze shifting between his sister and Jayce. The concern was still evident in his features, though his protective edge lingered. He exhaled slowly, his tone quieter now, but still filled with the weight of his worry. “I don’t care if it was an accident or not,” he said. “I care that my sister could’ve been here. She could’ve been hurt. Jayce, I’m not asking for excuses—I’m asking you to keep her safe. That’s what matters to me right now.”

Jayce nodded earnestly, the seriousness of Viktor’s words sinking in. “I know. I promise, Viktor—I’d never let anything happen to her.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, the weight of the moment sinking in. It wasn’t perfect, but the fact that Viktor seemed to be accepting the reality of the situation—even with the exploding apartment—meant the world to her. She looked up at her brother, her face softening. "I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I just... didn’t know how."

Viktor’s expression softened as he looked at her, the tension finally starting to break. "Well," he sighed, “You’re my sister. I might not love how things played out, but... I trust you." His gaze shifted to Jayce, his voice turning light. “And for the record, Jayce? If you ever get my apartment blown up... you’ll be the one explaining it to me next time, yeah?”

Jayce let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding and gave a nervous grin. “No promises, Viktor.”

Y/N chuckled softly, the tension in the room finally beginning to ease. She stepped back, her hand still resting on Jayce’s arm as she looked between the two men. “Well,” she said with a playful smile, “I think that’s enough ruckus for one day. How about we just—oh, I don’t know—get out of here before the building decides to collapse any further?”

Viktor snorted, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. “Don’t tempt fate, Y/N,” he said, his voice lightening just a touch. “I’m just glad your boy toy is safe, or you’d be miserable for days. I don’t need to deal with that.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, though the amusement was still in her eyes. “Boy toy?” she repeated with a teasing grin. “I’m pretty sure I can find better terms than that, Viktor.”

Jayce, still holding her hand, gave a small laugh, though it was clear he was still shaken by the events. “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, his thumb

As the three of them made their way out of Jayce’s apartment, the weight of the destruction around them was hard to ignore. The building groaned ominously above them, the smoke and dust lingering in the air as a reminder of how close they had come to disaster. The cracks in the walls and the shattered windows seemed to reflect the chaos of the day. Despite the devastation, Y/N remained calm, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a sharp, determined focus.

As they reached the hallway, Y/N turned to Jayce with a firm look, her voice leaving no room for argument.

“You’re staying with us,” she declared, her tone resolute.

Jayce blinked, clearly caught off guard by her immediate offer. “What? No, Y/N, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” she interrupted, her voice unwavering. “You can crash at Viktor’s and my place until you figure something else out. You’re not going back to your place like this.” She gestured back towards the crumbling building, her expression hardening slightly. The remnants of the explosion were still fresh in the air, and it was clear the apartment was no longer safe.

Jayce, clearly embarrassed by the attention, quickly added, “I don’t want to be a bother. I can just stay with my mum. She’ll have a place for me.”

“Nope,” Y/N countered with a firm shake of her head, crossing her arms in a gesture that was both comforting and commanding. “You’re staying with us. You won’t be a bother. It’s better than wandering around trying to figure out where to go. And if it’s really that bad, you can sleep in my bed.”

Jayce’s face turned an almost violent shade of crimson at the mention of her bed, his eyes wide with embarrassment. “Uh, I-I’ll just sleep on the couch,” he stammered, trying to deflect the situation. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

Y/N, however, wasn’t having any of it. “It’s no bother at all,” she said, her smirk turning teasing. “My bed is big enough for both of us. Besides, I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch when I have a perfectly good bed.”

Jayce’s face, if possible, deepened even further, his stuttered words faltering as his brain struggled to catch up. “W-wait, what? I-I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

Viktor, who had been silently observing the exchange, shot them both a sharp, disapproving glare. His jaw clenched as he fixed his attention on the two of them. “Absolutely not,” he said, his voice firm and uncompromising, his usual calm replaced by a rare edge. “You’re not sharing a bed, Y/N. I don’t care how big it is. No. You’ll have Jayce sleeping on the couch, and that’s final.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by her brother’s overprotectiveness. “Viktor, relax. We’re adults. Nothing’s going to happen.”

Viktor’s eyes narrowed, his expression still stern as he looked between them. “I’m still your brother, Y/N,” he said with a hint of steel in his voice. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him sleep in your bed.” His cane clicked against the floor as he leaned on it for added emphasis, his posture still strong despite the brace on his leg.

Y/N sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she leaned against the wall. “Okay, fine,” she relented, her hands raised in mock surrender. “Jayce will sleep on the couch. But for the record, he’s too nervous to even attempt anything. If anything, he’ll sleep so far on the bed that he’ll nearly fall off.”

Jayce, who had been standing awkwardly in the middle of the conversation, quickly flushed at the attention. “W-wait, no, that’s not… I’m not nervous, I just don’t want to be any trouble,” he stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of their gazes. “I’ll be fine on the couch, honestly.”

Viktor, his face still tight with concern, glanced at Jayce, his expression softening just a touch. “You better be,” he muttered, though there was still an underlying sharpness to his words. “I don’t need any surprises tonight.”

Y/N flashed Viktor a grin, clearly enjoying the moment. “Don’t worry, Viktor. Jayce knows the rules." she added with a playful wink.

Jayce nodded rapidly, his hands raised defensively as his face remained red. “I-I promise,” he said, his voice steadier now, even though his nerves were still obvious. “I won’t do anything strange.”

Viktor rubbed the back of his neck with a weary sigh, though there was a hint of fondness behind the exasperation. “Fine,” he muttered begrudgingly. “But the couch, Jayce. Don’t make me repeat myself.” His eyes narrowed playfully as he added, “And lord help you if I catch you trying to sneak into her room.”

Jayce’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson, his eyes wide with panic. “I won’t! I swear!” he stammered, waving his hands in the air as if to assure them both. “I’ll stay on the couch. No sneaking, I promise!”

Viktor gave him one last scrutinising glance, clearly satisfied with the answer but still not fully at ease. “Good,” he muttered under his breath, before turning to Y/N with a knowing look. “And you, Y/N, behave yourself too. No encouraging him.”

Y/N gave Viktor a teasing grin. “Relax, Viktor. We’re both adults. You’re the one making this awkward,” she teased, her voice light and playful.

Viktor rolled his eyes, though a small, fond smile tugged at the corner of his lips despite his best efforts to stay serious. “You two are impossible,” he muttered, though the edge of his irritation had long since dissipated.

With that, the conversation settled, and the three of them continued their way down the hall towards Viktor’s apartment. Despite the awkwardness of the situation and the tense events of the day, they were together—and for now, that was all that mattered.

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