#and when it floods your notes it gets pretty exhausting tbh

[roselightfairy]

Absolutely wild how posting a joke poll brings you face to face with the MOST obnoxiously condescending side of tumblr. Where's that one post about "you people are way too comfortable being mean on the internet"?

[icequeenbae]

You Ghost (m) | BBH

Pairing: demon!Baekhyun x human!Reader ft. demon!Kai

Demon AU, soulmate AU (sorta?), horror-ish, angsty, smut

Warnings: gets a bit creepy, mentions of blood/ major character death (brief), some mental torture by Kai™, attempted rape (sexual assault), elements of dubcon

Word Count: ~7.6k

Summary: When it turns out that your apartment has a demonic presence, there isn’t much to do for a genuinely good soul like yours. At the edge of despair, you’re offered a pact to keep you safe by someone you used to know. The question is – can you trust him now? And do you even have a choice?

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Author’s note: My lovely readers, it’s really the time of the year that calls for something spooky~ Tbh I don’t really feel much of the Halloween spirit, but I hope to be able to create it for you with this story, so I’m posting it a bit early 😊 Now, the warnings look kinda scary, and this won’t be a super lighthearted fic for sure. But as an official ‘scaredy cat and hopeless romantic’ [along with a tough ass b, when need be lol] I admit that I personally don’t find this quite that dark (maybe because I wrote it? idk). Still, consider the warnings carefully. I hope you enjoy this mess, please make sure to let me know what you think! My asks are always open, and you can always comment and reblog if you want to support me~

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When the still silence surrounds us You trap me deep in my dreams You flood into and stir up My calm heart

© Baekhyun – Ghost

Leading a quiet life was not hard. At least not for someone like you. You just stayed out of trouble and did your thing – working, meeting up with friends, volunteering here and there, and basically getting home to eat a sandwich and watch a movie before dragging your exhausted body to bed. You were content with your timetable and didn’t crave any disturbance to it. It was a simple life, and not the most outstanding one, yet you liked it that way. You enjoyed the tranquility, even if someone would view your way of existence as uneventful.

Alas, life doesn’t always go the way we would prefer.

It all started when you bought an apartment. You didn’t think you could afford such a nice place, and you’d spent most of the spring and summer looking before stumbling upon this offer. It was a great deal — below the market since the owners needed the money quickly (or so you’d been told). Quite happy with how everything turned out, you moved into your new lodgings and settled in as soon as you could.

But it didn’t take long for you to identify that something was definitely off about it.

Sneaky shadows and eerie rustling kept bothering you pretty much daily since you’d made this place your home. In an attempt to rationalize, you told yourself that you were simply a scaredy-cat living alone. What was there to worry about? It was probably the wind or the neighbors or something like that.

But then you started having those weird dreams.

At first, you were lost in the dark, simply trying to find your way out of it. Then, you were running away from something, someone you didn’t know. Everyone had those dreams, when you tried to run as fast as you could, but your legs were heavy as lead. The nightmares you experienced started out the same, yet they worsened with time. The spooky backgrounds around you became all the more grim, and the sinister whispering followed.

The outcome was always the same. Right before you woke up, soaked in cold sweat, with shaking hands and a scream dying out in your throat, it got you.

You didn’t know what it was, but, as your nightmares gradually got more and more realistic and terrifying, you could feel someone’s scorching touch in your sleep, almost leaving burns on your skin, and a deep seductive voice in your head replaced the indecipherable whispering. It was calling out your name, promising to give you anything you desire if you just let him in…

It was driving you crazy. You’d had no proper sleep in weeks, barely holding yourself together. No amount of chamomile tea in the world could calm you down enough to have a good night’s rest, and even the sleeping pills had no tangible effect. You weren’t sure bringing those issues up with anyone was a good idea – people would most likely think that you were a psycho (which you were beginning to suspect yourself). Therefore, you tried to deal with it on your own, gradually shutting everyone out to avoid the unwanted questions about your wellbeing.

***

A couple months into your suffering, your clueless friends decided that you needed some good time to clear your head and invited you to a Halloween party. They’d been a constant buzzing in your ear for days, convincing you that a little party would benefit you. Of course, you didn’t believe that for a second, but still agreed just to change the environment for one night.

Not feeling the monster costumes this year, you dragged yourself over there, dressed in all white with wings attached to your back. Being pretty angelic – no pun intended – in comparison with your friends, you had a couple of drinks, hung out for a bit, and then headed home. The alcohol had made you even more alarmingly exhausted, not bringing much fun with it.

Once at home, you crashed on your sofa with a bottle of water to sober up a little before getting ready to sleep, your head pulsing in pain even more than before. You felt increasingly dizzy, and at first you blamed it on the alcohol. But there was that voice in your head again, whispering something you couldn’t make out. The distant growling and maniacal laughter kept ringing in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. It was now disturbing you outside of your dreams too, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point. Both physically and mentally.

Pressing your palms to your ears was absolutely useless since you could still hear the wretched croaking, which was beginning to resemble your name. As an act of desperation, you yelled out loud, addressing no one in particular.

‘Show yourself, goddammit!’

You stared into the dim emptiness of your room for a few long moments, gaze fixated on the opposing wall. Nothing happened at first, and you were ready to slap your palm to your forehead in misguided irritation, when a deep voice startled you.

‘Finally.’ The word was a hot breath in your ear. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Frozen in fear, you stared at the wall, realizing that you knew this voice. It belonged to the creature haunting you in your dreams. You could feel the frostiness of his presence and see him in the corner of your vision, unable to turn your head to look him in the eye. That creature sat right next to you now.

‘Wh- who are you?’ You bleated, throat drying out in a split second.

‘Just a friendly neighborhood demon. You can call me Kai, sweetness,’ he murmured in your neck.

A demon?!

‘What do you want from me?’ You whispered, trying to will your legs to move, to get away, but unable to even tremble.

His palm rested on your thigh, neat fingernails turning into claws and prickling your skin. Your thoughts turned into goo, while your heart raced, body striving to stimulate you to fight for your survival in this critical situation.

‘You smell so good, little angel. So innocent,’ his hand moved up your thigh, almost reaching between your legs.

‘Stop it!’ You finally managed to tear yourself out of this paralysis, tumbling forward, off of the couch and down onto the floor as your legs refused to walk.

Brushing through his sea green hair, the demon laughed at your useless efforts to get away from him. He caught you by the ankle, and you kicked wildly, forcefully hitting him in the face. You crawled away until your back hit the wall and stared back at him, taking in his busted lip and his oddly colored eyes – one seemed blue, and the other was white.

‘Aw, darling, you’re so cute,’ he grinned, licking the blood off his lip with a smile of a mad man.

He did not even move to get up from the sofa. A blink – and there he was, right in front of your half-paralyzed form. You couldn’t even scream, silenced by the demonic look in his colorless eye.

‘Don’t worry, angel. You’ll learn soon enough that I like it rough and bloody,’ he smiled even wider, making your insides shrink in terror.

‘No!’ You managed to scream as he grabbed you across the waist with one arm to hoist you up and hold you against the wall with his body.

You tried to fight against him, kicking miserably and clawing at his palm, which was not only silencing you, but also cutting away most of the oxygen. Even through the haze settling in your brain you registered the feeling of his bulge pressing between your legs. There was a swift shot of adrenaline that allowed you one last leap of strength, and you hit him in the face, almost hearing his neck crack. Before he turned his head back to face you though, you managed to call out into the emptiness of your apartment.

‘Somebody please help!’

He hit you across the face with a wide palm, almost making you black out from the sheer force of it. You came back to your senses as you almost gagged at the metallic taste of blood in your mouth, soon becoming secondary to the fact that you were being choked.

‘Who are you calling for, whore?’ Kai gritted, pressing so hard on your windpipe that you almost thought that he was going to break your neck. Almost – because you couldn’t really think straight right now.

But before you could slip into the deceiving safety of unconsciousness, the demon was ripped off of you.

Losing the (unwanted) support, you collided with the floor, coughing violently, and trying to breathe, and spitting the blood, barely keeping yourself from throwing up in the process.

A struggle took place that you didn’t notice at first, preoccupied with fruitless attempts to ventilate, until you looked up to see someone standing right over you. The figure was male, and it wasn’t too familiar, however, the voice was.

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ Kai spat at the stranger. ‘You cannot come uninvited.’

‘I qualify as somebody,’ the figure responded. ‘She let me in.’

You had no idea who that was and how or when you had let him in, but he was shielding you from the rabid creature with green hair and a white eye, so you were ready to testify.

Kai scowled dangerously.

‘I found her first. Go get your own virgin to play with,’ he said, and you almost gasped.

Was this what he was after? Your virginity? And did that mean that the other person was also a demon who was after it?

You hugged your knees in a feeble attempt to gather yourself.

‘She is mine,’ the other one growled, taking a stronger stance. ‘Get lost.’

Kai disappeared into thin air. But before you could breathe out, he reappeared in front of you. You didn’t even have time to scream – that was how fast he was hit with a ball of… light? The powerful hit threw the demon across the room and into the opposite wall, nearly making it crack. Some of your books fell out from the shelves across the room from the impact.

‘You’re not laying a finger on her,’ the figure shielding you pronounced.

The green-haired demon chuckled, spitting the blood on your floor.

‘You know an unclaimed soul is out there for anyone to have. Or we can share. There’s more than one innocence to take, you know,’ Kai smirked devilishly, and you felt your stomach twist into a tighter knot from the horror of the possibility.

‘Get the fuck out before I rip your throat out,’ the person spoke in a deep dangerous tone that you’d never even think to argue with.

His fists were tight, small rays of dark red light seeping out. And, apparently, Kai was not about to push his luck any further.

‘Sadly, I have to go, little lamb. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on your claim soon,’ the demon winked at you and disappeared into thin air.

There was a moment of relief, so you breathed out, hissing as you touched the irritated skin of your neck with the pads of your fingers. And then it hit you – you were now left alone with the mysterious person you had no idea about.

‘Who are- are you a demon too?’ You blurted out, watching him twitch and slump his shoulders a little in response.

‘Yes,’ he simply said, lowering his head and sighing. ‘I’m not here to hurt you, Y/N.’

Something in the way he said your name made your heart clench. You couldn’t quite grasp why you found him so familiar.

‘Have we met?’ You asked directly, voice hoarse and scratchy from the recent events.

‘Oh, you know me well. Better than anyone, probably,’ he slowly turned around to face you. ‘It’s me, Y/N-ah.’

You looked at him, eyes scanning his figure bottom to top. He was shorter than the other demon for sure, but he was lean, with strong thighs and muscular pecs visible even in his attire. As your eyes traveled up his body, anxiety filled your mind. You stared blankly at his face, momentarily stunned by its perfection. His facial features were both manly and delicate, the plump lips and the sharp jaw balancing each other. But his eyes were what rendered you speechless. Dark and a little droopy, you knew those eyes, you’d seen them many times in the pictures you kept in your precious album. The pictures of you and your best friend growing up together.

‘B- B- Baekhyun?’ You screeched, not even believing yourself when you said it.

‘Quick thinking,’ he smiled with a corner of his mouth, your chest getting tighter at the familiarity of the action.

‘H- how is this even-’

‘It’s a long story,’ he interrupted. ‘And a pretty unpleasant one. You know I didn’t die a peaceful death.’

Your eyes pricked with tears. You did know. This happened many years ago, but the memories of the tragic events haunted you to this day.

Baekhyun, your precious childhood friend, died in a street fight, when he defended some girl on his way home from vocal lessons one late night. Hit with a knife multiple times, he didn’t even make it to the hospital. This was by far the worst night of your entire life. The night you lost a person you could barely live without.

So yeah, how could you ever forget.

This Baekhyun, however, looked nothing like the bubbly teenage boy with dark messy hair and chocolate eyes. This Baekhyun had silvery blond hair, and eyes the darkest shade of blue, you’d come to realize as he took a step towards you.

‘No! This is not possible,’ you urged him to stop with your outburst. ‘All of this, it’s just another nightmare! And I’m gonna wake up to suffer through another day again.’

He sighed, pursing his lips.

‘You need to ice your wounds, your lip’s getting swollen,’ he announced.

‘My lip?’ You asked, bewildered. ‘What about my throat?’

Hissing from pain, you touched the tender area. That demon almost choked you to death, surely that left a visible mark. Most likely impossible to cover up.

‘I can help with the wounds,’ he shrugged. ‘But it’s not for free.’

You were perplexed. Did he want you to give him your soul or something? For a busted lip and a swollen throat? Yes, it was still hard to breathe and you were not sure that you could swallow, but why would he ever-

‘You’re overthinking. I’m not asking much for this. I just want to hug you.’

This made you even more confused. Why would a demon want a hug? Was it some kind of possession thing? To take over your body or something?

‘Wow, your incredible mind hasn’t changed, Y/N-ah. Always racing,’ you perked up at the affection in his voice. ‘I’m not trying to deceive you. As much as you shouldn’t trust demons… You can trust me.’

You felt stupid as you gave him a curt nod in agreement. Closing your eyes, you heard him reach you in a couple light steps, and the next thing you knew – you were gathered in his arms and held tightly.

‘I fucking missed you,’ he whispered in your hair, the tip of his nose digging deeper into the strands.

His hands stroked your back, and up your arms, and then your neck … You hummed at the prick of excitement as his fingers ghosted over your collarbone. A minute went by before you became aware of how hot and firm his body felt, while pressed against yours.

Taking a shaky step back and touching your neck defensively, you realized your throat wasn’t sore anymore, and your legs functioned much better now. You couldn’t wrap your mind around what was happening, so you pushed for an explanation.

‘Why are you here, Baekhyun?’

He looked you dead in the eye, not even blinking. His orbs were hypnotic, they lured you in – like a moth to a flame. You shook your head to keep yourself from getting mesmerized like this.

‘Because of you,’ he stated slowly. ‘To protect you.’

At that moment, you were genuinely shocked by his answer.

‘Why would you do that?’

‘That’s what I do. I did that when I was alive, didn’t I?’ He reminded you.

You held onto the shelf, trying to stay upright with all of this information messing your balance up, and asked again what the reason for him being here was. Here on Earth. As a demon.

‘You wished for me to stay,’ he caught your perplexed reaction and elaborated. ‘During the funeral, when you cried over my body – you said you wanted me to stay. You squeezed the flower you held so hard that you pricked your finger on it, so in a way… That was our first pact.’

Recalling the sorrowful event, you couldn’t find memories of this particular incident. Frankly, the details of that day were all a blur. You were simply too devastated and torn apart to notice any injury at that time, let alone a finger prick.

‘First pact? My wish?’

‘Yes. I chose to stay, but I didn’t want to be a mere ghost. I wanted to be able to reach out to you one day, so I traded my chance to move on and became a demon. Me staying with you since then was the essence of our pact.’

‘Then- Did you come to… collect?’ You whispered brokenly, unable to process what he was telling you. Did your grief prevent his soul from moving on? Did you turn him into that?

‘No,’ he chuckled. ‘The pact was done then and there. I received your first tears of loss.’

You had no idea why he wanted your tears, but then again, you had no clue what demons wanted in general. Something wicked, for sure.

But not Baekhyun. You didn’t trust him, not yet anyway, but he was vastly different from the demon you’d encountered before him.

‘I- Are you here for my soul?’ You mumbled in an oddly direct manner.

‘No, angel,’ he mocked, hinting at your Halloween costume. ‘I came because you were in danger. I’ve been on close watch for a while now – you’ve got yourself in big trouble with this apartment.’

Like you didn’t already know that.

‘As much as I don’t want to say that, it’s… pretty bad. After what happened tonight, you are guaranteed to become a target for demons. Kai was right. You’re exposed and unclaimed, and your soul shines so brightly, no demon will pass it by even if I try to cloak you.’

Emitting a woeful sigh, you turned away, staring into the abyss.

‘What the hell do I do then?’ You asked weakly. ‘Move out?’

He shook his head, regaining your attention. Baekhyun explained that it was useless. You couldn’t run once you were on a demon’s radar. Kai was supposed to chase after the previous owners of this apartment, yet your soul caught his attention. And this encounter had put you on the map. He would most likely follow you, possibly even dragging somebody else along the way.

‘We become stronger when we make pacts, and the purest of souls give the most power when the deal’s struck. Smarter demons would want to make a pact with you to get the power inflow, however, good-for-nothing succubus demons like Kai would want nothing more than to taint your soul – that’s what they live off of. The problem is,’ he paused, looking at you again with his dark aquamarine eyes. ‘The only way to protect you from other demons is… for me to lay a claim on you.’

‘How- how is that?’ You stutter, noticing his eyes going a darker shade, tiny red sparks flying in them.

‘I grant you protection, and you allow me to feed off of your soul’s power by making another pact with me. But instead of coming for your soul, I receive your body. And your innocence.’

Shivers ran down your spine, and you gulped, thinking what he’d said over. He wanted to feed off of your soul and have your body?

‘This will keep your soul out of other demons’ reach. And, frankly, your virginity makes you all too attractive. Innocence is valued almost as much as the soul itself, you know? And when it’s someone as pure as you…’

He swallowed, willing to compose himself.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk about you like you’re a piece of meat,’ he apologized. ‘Sometimes my demonic traits come out on their own. And you’re just irresistible, angel.’

You didn’t have the slightest idea what to do. Of course, the last thing you wanted was to end up in Kai’s hands again, or someone even more vicious than him (if that was even possible). But what was the choice you were making? Gifting yourself to one demon as opposed to another? There was no telling what that could leave you with.

‘I don’t know,’ your voice was small, as if you expected him to attack you for your words.

‘You can think about it for a few days. But this is the best deal you could ever strike, Y/N. No demon will offer you protection with only your body at stake. I’m going against the rules here, because losing your soul isn’t something I’d ever wish upon you,’ he sounded sincere, and the dangerous red sparks in his eyes settled into the blue-ish abyss. ‘I want to keep you safe, but there’s only so much I can do without making it official.’

You couldn’t give him an answer yet. This was not the Baekhyun you knew, the cute young boy, the funny dorky teen with the softest heart – the white-haired man in front of you was a demon, and you knew you shouldn’t trust him.

‘The choice is yours,’ he pricked his thumb on his own sharp canine, and pressed the pad to your wrist, burning a mark on you. He told you it was to help you reach him when you were ready to make a decision.

He then disappeared without any further explanation, leaving you alone to contemplate what had just happened and how you’d ended up in this mess.

***

When you woke up the following morning, barely catching a few hours of sleep, you thought that this was by far the weirdest dream you’d ever had. But as you were washing up in the bathroom, you noticed the dark maroon mark on your wrist.

It was a fingerprint. His fingerprint.

All of last night’s events were reality, and, although you reckoned you must’ve truly been insane, there were decisions to be weighed out.

The following week flew by, spent in deep thought. You had no one to ask for help or even talk to about this – sure thing, once you’d mention the demonic activities in your apartment, your friends would have to institutionalize you. Did this mean that you had to give yourself up, trade your body for the promised safety of your soul? This wasn’t even you holding on to your virginity. In fact, the only reason you were still innocent was that you’d never hit it off with anyone, barely even dating up until now. You weren’t keen on keeping it, but having your first time with a demon you barely knew was much less than ideal.

Didn’t you know him, though?

The blackened blue eyes resurfaced in your mind. You used to know him when his eyes were sweet and kind, you used to love his eyes. It was frightening how different they were now. And it scared you the most, because you could feel your heart flutter when you thought of them. The way they sparked with angry red and then settled down into the colors of the darkest night. You should’ve dreaded those mysterious orbs. You should’ve, but you didn’t seem to.

Explaining to yourself that the creature with the silver head wasn’t your childhood friend was easy. Convincing your heart to not trust the familiar features you’d been longing for was impossible. This was a dire situation, and he was offering you a helping hand. With strings attached, but didn’t everything come at a price? Problem was, you had to play this game without knowing the rules. And gambling with your soul at stake wasn’t something you were eager to proceed with.

Even if you could accept the fact that you had to sleep with him to stay safe, who was to say that this wasn’t a trap? You couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t just playing you, deceiving you into thinking that he was your friend, your Baekhyun. That he still had a good heart and, thus, came here to save you. What if he tricked you into some unspeakable arrangement, where you’d be possessed or tortured or worse? Of course, you were afraid of such outcomes, but how much longer was it until you faced someone violent again, coming for you with no pact, only vile intentions in mind?

You didn’t want any of that. But somehow you realized there was no running away from this.

And you were right.

***

During the second week after the events your nightmares had returned. You kept running down the endless pitch black hallways, the deranged laughter following you around. It was Kai, and he was coming back. Each night you were running, and hiding, and begging for it to stop, and every time there was a ball of light surrounding you, or a gentle yet firm hand grabbing your palm and dragging you towards the exit that you couldn’t find on your own. Awakening, you flinched at the burn you experienced, when the mark on your wrist glowed red before fading back into maroon.

He was doing his best, but this wasn’t enough.

The experience became more and more dreadful with each passing night. Every time it took Baekhyun longer to appear, and Kai’s voice grew closer and closer. Soon, you had to endure the horrendous whispering in your ear, harassing you, promising to do what he pleased with you and then some. Scaring you senseless with the wild fantasies, or plans, he had for you. Laughing at your helplessness and despair.

On the thirteenth day you woke up from your nightmare just to step into a different one. A real one.

As you opened your eyes in the middle of the night, shedding off another painful dream, you instantly saw him. The green-haired demon hovered right above you, back glued to the ceiling, and the disturbing smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to scream and call for help, but you couldn’t expel a sound. There was nothing you could do under the manic stare of the oddly colored demonic eyes.

The expression he wore on his face was so evil, that it had you paralyzed in terror as he closed the distance between you two, basically falling down from the ceiling to straddle your motionless body.

‘Isn’t it unfortunate that a little lamb like you was left unclaimed,’ he smiled, moving messy strands away from your pale face. ‘For me to use.’

‘No! No!’ You kept yelling, but nothing except pointless puffs of air came out of your mouth.

He was doing something to silence you, and you regretted everything now. You blamed yourself for being so reckless, for not accepting the pact you were offered almost two weeks ago. Anything, any destiny would’ve been better than this.

As your mind was racing, Kai laid his hands on your body, exploring it avidly. Squeezing your breasts painfully, he promised to do disgusting things to you, ruin you, and then destroy what was left of you. His eyes were full of sadistic lust, and you couldn’t move a muscle, crying quiescent tears of helplessness.

Having no better option in mind, you closed your eyes and called for Baekhyun. You didn’t feel the little clothes you had being literally ripped off of you. You merely prayed for the blond demon to hear you as you asked him to protect you and agreed to give him your innocence – and hence your body – in return. And he appeared. When you were already desperate, he appeared, tearing Kai’s form away from you and throwing him into the wall once again.

You felt strength seep back into you and moved to cover yourself with half-destroyed clothes, as he swiftly turned, slashing his wrist open with his claws and grabbing onto yours. You gave him a weak nod, and he repeated the painful procedure with you, before holding onto your forearm tightly, his bloody wound pressed into yours, gushing scorching hot demonic blood into your veins.

‘Swear on it. Tell me you’ll be mine,’ he urged, and you swallowed.

Eyes darting to a grunting demon, who was gathering himself to approach you again, you made a quick decision.

‘I’m yours, Baekhyun.’

The brightest flash of light almost left you blind, causing you to cover your face with your uninjured wrist. When you blinked, eyes readjusting, there was only you and Baekhyun in the room. No trace of Kai, or the struggle that was about to pick up. As your senses tuned back into reality, your breath quivered.

‘It’s okay now, he’s gone,’ Baekhyun offered, tugging you closer and holding you to him with less than experienced hands. ‘You’re safe with me,’ he promised as you shook in his embrace.

Still fearful, you clung to his shirt and weeped not only for what you had gone through again, but what you had yet to go through as a result of your desperate decision.

He stroked your back hesitantly, and you realized your clothes were back intact. You shrunk even further, wishing to simply disappear.

‘I don’t want you to be scared, Y/N-ah,’ Baekhyun suddenly spoke, hand moving up to pat your hair. ‘Being gentle… I am a demon, so it’s not something- I’m well-versed in,’ he admitted. ‘But I don’t want you to be scared or feel used. I have to take you, but I promise I’ll try not to inflict any more pain on you.’

His voice was calm and soft as if was talking to a cornered animal. You weren’t entirely sure that the effects of his tone were not due to any supernatural enhancement. Somehow (and there was no telling if that had a supernatural nature), you felt safe, now that you were drowning in his tight clasp.

Despite what he’d said earlier, his touch was careful. He walked you backwards to your bed, still holding you by the shoulders. You stood there for a long minute, looking at each other and not moving an inch, before he slowly reached down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. But this was just to get acquainted with the territory before he leaned in, boldly licking into your mouth as you opened it in surprise. Allowing him to explore, you vaguely responded to his ministrations. It felt good, better than you thought it would feel, and he huffed fervidly as your kiss deepened. His hands were pretty quick to crawl under your shirt, and you felt too numb to protest. Or maybe you didn’t even want to protest at this point, a haze of arousal slowly but surely clouding your mind as you gave in to his demanding lips.

Consumed by the kissing, you didn’t even pay attention to the pajamas sliding off of your body and your back hitting the firm mattress underneath.

Baekhyun, being unexpectedly slow and thorough, worshipped every inch of your naked skin. His lips traveled down your quivering stomach as he kneaded your breasts with his large hands in a much gentler way than you’d experienced earlier. Focusing on him as opposed your grim memories, you couldn’t help but whimper in pleasure as he placed wet kisses over your pubic bone and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place as he dipped lower. The first graze of his tongue made you jolt from the intense sensation in your core, forgetting all that was bothering you before. He prevented you from moving away from the new sensation and continued, quickly building a more than languid pace.

‘Fuck,’ he muttered, running two long fingers between your slick folds. ‘I could spend an eternity eating you out.’

You shivered at his rough voice, excitement prickling your skin. The wet sounds he made as he sucked on your clit caused you to choke on your own breath. His mouth felt… divine. To such an extent that you were sure this wasn’t due to your lack of experience. It was his expert skills – he knew how to hit your every nerve, leaving you a feverish mess underneath. Unable to control your movements, you began grinding on his face as he sniggered, keeping up the rhythm.

‘You’re awfully quiet,’ he murmured, as he detached from your core with a lewd sound. ‘Fancy a taste of your pussy?’

Baekhyun moved up and smooched you out of the blue. He was toying with you in a way, but his rough playfulness did its thing and turned you on. Or maybe it was all in his fingers, teasing your entrance. Or maybe both.

‘Relax, angel. I’ll make you feel good,’ he promised, charcoal eyes looking down at you intently. ‘I think you’re ready to take over.’

The white-haired demon took the opportunity to discard his clothes and drop back on the bed, motioning you to take the position on top of him. You sat up hesitantly, eyeing his impressive, and already hard, length. It seemed on the bigger side, in fact, it was quite huge if anyone had asked you. Although you weren’t an expert, you had legitimate concerns of how you could handle this. How would you even… put it inside?

The thought made you gulp, and he smirked.

‘I take it you wanted me on top?’

You blushed. Literally – blushed at his words. It felt so stupid that he was right, you genuinely expected him to just continue with you lying on the bed as opposed to try it any other way.

‘We’ll have time for that. For now, get on it, and face the opposite direction.’

Confused as to why you had to face the wall instead of him, you followed the instruction. You didn’t fully sit, startled by a sudden press of his flesh to your lower lips. Breath hitching, you stared at the wall, awaiting the inevitable, but you felt a demanding hand on your butt cheek.

‘Fuck-’ He let out a string of inaudible curses. ‘You’re already shivering, Y/N?’

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should say something.

‘Do I have to- face this way?’ You stuttered, and he squeezed your ass with determination.

‘It’s easier for me to control myself when I don’t have you one hundred percent at my disposal. Also, I might scare you.’

‘Do you turn into something?’ You whispered dejectedly, and he laughed.

‘I’m not turning into a monster on you, or in you, don’t worry.’ He chuckled and swatted your ass cheek before adding. ‘Aren’t you naughty.’

Even if you wanted to answer, you couldn’t say a word when his palm slid down your curves to grip onto his dick again. He rubbed it onto your slick covered skin, and your belly constricted. He repeated the motion, taking in the dramatic arch in your back as you bent forward, and the pulsating entrance ready to welcome him inside. As your legs were beginning to shake from hovering above him, he pushed you firmly down, with his hands on both sides of your pelvis.

You sank down on his length, legs almost giving out as you felt a really painful stab in your lower stomach. Gasping in sudden discomfort, you would have tumbled forward if not for the hands holding you down.

‘Breathe through it. It’ll subside before you know it.’

Following his lead, you kept breathing in and out, feeling the pain weaken with every huff of air. And mere moments later, it wasn’t painful anymore.

‘Good girl. Now, try moving,’ he panted as you made your first cautious attempt.

Some unpleasant sensations came back, but they were pretty bearable, so you continued grinding your hips on his.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun grunted lowly. ‘My tight little angel.’

You moaned in response. Loudly – both at the dirty words that Baekhyun spilled, and the way your core constricted around his dick. He guided your hips to increase the tempo, and the room around you quickly became hot and humid, filled with sensual sounds and pungent smell of sex.

The demon told you to stop and change your position a little. It was good timing – your legs were beginning to feel numb. You planted your feet onto the mattress and put some of the weight on your arms, relieved when Baekhyun offered additional support by grabbing your hips.

‘Relax. Allow me,’ he gritted, helping your thighs up slightly before bringing them down.

‘Agh,’ you couldn’t hold it in. Each movement of his body sparked intense tingles in your center.

He kept going, gliding in and out of you with growing impatience, meanwhile you struggled to hold yourself up, wobbly legs open wide to allow him to stretch you open the way he desired.

‘Oh yes, moan my name, sweetheart,’ he urged, quickening his pace as you cried out.

‘Baekhyun-’

‘Does it feel good?’ His thrusts were so fast and rough at this point that you didn’t even register his question.

‘I asked,’ he gritted word by word, ‘Does. that. feel. good?’

A sharp slap on your clit, and you choked out a tortured ‘yes’, on the verge of begging him to finally make you finish before you collapsed.

It felt really wet between your legs, and you didn’t want to think there was more to it than just your arousal, but the squelching sounds had your knees almost close as the intensity skyrocketed.

‘Get out of your fucking head,’ Baekhyun became even more aggressive with his thrusts. ‘Or do you want me to just keep fucking you till I fill you up and then go again?’

‘Mhm-m,’ you whined, the dirty imagery rushing into your mind as you became aware of your tits bouncing with his every thrust.

‘So easily tainted, baby,’ he laughed hoarsely, and you tightened around him responsively.

Begging for him to go faster, you fought to keep yourself upright on your increasingly weakening arms. Instead of helping you, Baekhyun gripped you to keep you steady while he thrusted harshly into you, triggering your first release.

Falling backwards with a wail, you ended up lying on his chest, legs splayed as he continued to pleasure you through your spiking sensitivity. You moaned in pain and bliss, unable to tear yourself from his hold.

‘No way, sweetness, we’re not finished just yet,’ he rolled you on your stomach, before taking his position on top of you and resuming the attack on your swollen core.

‘Please, Baek- hyun-n…’ you trailed off as he hit the nerve for you again, making the pain fade away, and you almost wept, blinded by pleasure.

The wetness spread between your legs, soiling both your inner thighs and the sheets, but you couldn’t care less. The tension in your belly was growing again.

‘You feel even more marvelous than I thought. I want you to always beg for me like that.’

As on cue, you whimpered and cried out his name at a particularly deep thrust that made you feel like you were going to explode.

‘You’re finally all mine,’ his voice was rough in your ear as he finished you off with a few deep strong hits of his thighs, spilling his seed inside you and basking in his orgasm as the hot cum filling you up triggered your second release. You moaned into the sheets, enjoying the way his pelvis pressed snug to the curve of your ass.

For quite some time you simply laid there, breathing heavily and cooling down. You barely felt him slipping out, but soon enough his fingers began tracing the invisible lines on your back.

‘Are you tired, angel?’

You murmured something into the pillow. He let you soak in the new experience a little longer, stroking your disheveled hair and slowly kissing a trail up your shoulder blade, while you couldn’t even move a muscle. Didn’t want to move a muscle.

Soon his lips reached your shoulder and he wrapped his hand around you, dragging you back, to put you to his chest.

‘You didn’t think I was done with you, little minx, did you?’ He hummed into your ear, playing with the soft skin of your breast, and you protested.

‘Baekhyun, I need to clean up fi-’

The objection was interrupted by his hand, shamelessly dipping between your legs again.

Hours later he finally let you rest properly. Thanks to his demonic powers, this time you didn’t have to get in the shower or change the sheets. Soiled with blood, those looked like someone was murdered in there.

Well, your innocence was, but no one was about to cry you a river.

It wasn’t too bad for you anyways, compared to how much it could hurt for others. Baekhyun seemingly took away most of the pain you were supposed to feel during your passionate consummation, and you guessed that he was trying hard to rein himself in, too. In any case, he managed to make it more than bearable for you. At least, that was what you thought as you fell into deep slumber, fully drained of energy.

Baekhyun, in turn, didn’t go to sleep. He just lay there with his eyes closed, caressing your bare back as you nuzzled him. An hour went by, as he took his time listening to you breathe, touching your delicate skin and inhaling your addictively fresh scent.

In the middle of the night something changed in the air. Baekhyun knew what it was.

The demon emerged from the bedroom, leaving you to hug the pillow cutely in your sleep and walking soundlessly towards the kitchen. A shadow was already waiting for him to enter.

‘You did well,’ Baekhyun said, leaning on the wall with his shoulder.

The shadow chuckled in response and turned around, morning light playing in the emerald hair.

‘When am I getting the promised souls though?’

‘They’re already waiting for you. But Kai,’ the blond demon paused before stressing, ‘No one can know about this.’

The green-haired man rolled his eyes and shrugged, about to leave. But then he halted and faced Baekhyun again.

‘Hyung, why her?’

That wasn’t a question he could answer in one line. Unless he said, ‘Because I wasn’t supposed to leave her’. It wasn’t his destiny, he wasn’t meant to walk down that street that night, or get stabbed to death. Something went wrong, and he was gone just like that. But he was your destiny, your best friend, your soon-to-be lover and future partner, so his passing had robbed you of any chance to live a full and happy life.

He watched over you from distance at first, but then he became enraged by the universe for leaving his love to suffer a lifetime like this. As time went by, you failed to begin any type of relationship, and he couldn’t handle seeing you give up, thinking that you were not meant to be loved at all. You invested much more time into volunteering at local animal rescues, than even thinking about romantic life or a family.

Baekhyun was done waiting and giving you a chance to replace him in your heart. He knew you weren’t letting go of him for a reason – he couldn’t let you go either – but there was no ‘normal’ way for him to be with you. You weren’t moving on, thus, he decided to use his demonic identity to reunite with you. But a demon couldn’t be serious about his human ‘plaything’. So, he had deceived you and scared you into concluding a pact with him.

But that wasn’t something Baekhyun was willing to admit to Kai.

‘A rare innocence in that soul,’ Baekhyun cleared his throat. ‘A gem in a body like this – and I’m going to be the only one to have her. And use her.’

‘And corrupt her,’ Kai let out an excited laugh. ‘You know, hyung, I wouldn’t mind helping you break her in, push her past her limits...’

‘Fuck off,’ Baekhyun enunciated. ‘Your work here is done. Don’t even think about swirling around my soul again.’

‘So possessive. Why don’t you show your soul your real face then?’

Kai disappeared, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Baekhyun sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. What the demon was referring to was an ugly scar across Baekhyun’s face. It was something he wasn’t ready to show you just yet, or, perhaps, at all.

Thinking of the little lies he had to feed you in order to keep you close, he grabbed a glass of water before returning to the bedroom. You stirred as he entered and called for him, asking where he’d gone in your sleepy husky voice.

‘Got thirsty,’ he showed you the glass. ‘Have some too.’

He helped you have a few gulps to hydrate properly, and then watched you fall back onto your pillow. Leaning down, he planted a chaste kiss onto your forehead.

‘Go back to sleep, my little angel,’ Baekhyun murmured. ‘No one else will get to you now.’

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A/N: Um- happy Halloween? 😅👀 How do you like it?? Kai participates heavily in this one, and there’s a twist at the end too... What do you think of him and Baek? And the OC, did she make a mistake entrusting herself to a demon she barely even knows? I’m also really curious to know whether this was at all scary for you or not!! Please share~

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 12]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, overstimulation, tiniest mentions of daddy!kink, a lil bit of a filler chapter!, this is the most btsvt chapter that it’ll ever get so i’m sorry if you dont like that!! 😭😭, a bit of a lighthearted chapter too tbh to ease everyone back into cherry bomb! 💕 I know its been like two fuckin weeks since the last update which is honestly insane to me! I almost couldnt remember where we even left off lmao kdjfhds 😩💕💕 Thank you for being so patient with me and waiting it out while we had two weeks of Monster Mash! Starting Monday, I’m gonna be going back to my normal posting schedule! 💕 have a great rest of the weekend, yall! 🍒 

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“Wait, seriously? You want to work here? But--but I thought you were from out of town?”

Jun’s eyes light up with excitement; fingertips crushing the resume you passed to him moments prior. “Um, well, there was a change of plans… and I’d really like to work somewhere where I have a friend! If you guys are still hiring, that is...” You reply back meekly.

It’d taken you all morning to write up a resume, blushing a little when you realize most of your income had been from camming. It’d also made you pause for a moment when you realized that it meant Jun would also know your real name too; as well as everyone who came through the diner and all of your coworkers.

“Yeah, of course! I, um, just give me a second to pass this to my manager, okay? I’ll be sure to put in a good word!” Jun shoots you a wink before he turns to leave.

You take the opportunity to sit down at a nearby booth, fishing for your phone to text Seungcheol.

‘I think I might be getting the job!!’

cheollie ✨: oh? Not that I doubted you, but is it confirmed already?

‘Mm… Jun is trying to put in a word for me! But I’m confident!’

cheollie ✨: thats my baby ;)

You hear someone call your name hesitantly, only to find Jun standing a few feet away looking at you sheepishly. “Um, sorry, your name’s on the resume so I figured…”

“Oh! Yeah, it’s fine!” You awkwardly giggle. “I figured writing ‘Cherry’ as my name wouldn’t be too smart when you need to cross-reference my ID if I get the job.” Jun laughs as he takes the seat across from you in the booth, papers in hand.

“Well, I convinced my manager to let me interview you. Told him that if we’d be workin’ together that I’d want to scope you out for myself! He bought it, can you believe it!?” Grinning, he sets your crumpled resume down next to a small stack of papers. “I don’t doubt you’d pull your weight around here but I do have to ask… Why here of all places? I thought your, uh, other job was enough? Or I guess I assumed...” You bite your lip, flip-flopping on whether or not you wanted to let him know exactly what happened that led to your sudden decision.

“Um… There were just some big life changes I had to make on the fly and I’ll be living around here now! I’m trying out some new things… I also figured if I worked with you, then you’d know my schedule the best too! And you seem like a really nice and cool guy.”

Jun nods, smiling back at you.

“You got that right!”

“You’re seriously going to start working there?” Jeongguk raises a brow, cables in hand as he sets up the extra PC in his streaming room. “And the guy working there knows you? That doesn’t bother you?”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “Yeah and he knows me now too. And knows I’d kick his ass if he tried anything.” You pout from your place in the expensive gaming chair; eyes focused on Jeongguk who shimmies under the desk to start plugging in the cables.

“Well, yeah he does know me, but he’s also one of my regulars and knows the schedules I’ll need, so I think we can trust him!” They both nod and Seungcheol is quick to cross the small room until he’s right behind you.

“He seems like a nice guy though, I don’t think we have to worry.”

Jeongguk slides out from underneath the desk, dusting off his pants as he stands. “And if he does end up being a weirdo, there’s always a place for you at the roller rink!”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto the backrest of the chair.

“No.”

“Hey guys, welcome back to Golden Closet Gaming! I’m JK, your regular host! Today, we have a suuuper special guest! Why don’t you introduce yourself, pretty lady~”

You take a deep breath as you lean in close to the mic; somewhat nervous and a little out of your usual element. “Hi everyone~ I’m Cherry! Some of you may know me from, um, the other side of the streaming-sphere but I’m joining my friend today in hopes of boosting our channels together and having a ‘lil bit of fun!!”

Seungcheol sits at the side as he watches the two of you; a small smile painted on his lips at the way the two of you seem to fall into your characters easily despite the somewhat different platforms and influx of different viewers.

The sound of donations and comments pour in a lot quicker than Jeongguk, himself, is used to; eyes wide and eyebrows raised as he pauses to watch them flood the screen.

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

xcaliburDK has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: never thought i’d be donating here but here we are

xcaliburDK: i was always a silent watcher but u kno i had to donate for my favorite girl!

seokGENIE: i feel like i’m entitled to something for taking your shift so i wont be donating, sorry pretty girl

j__min: can’t believe this kid got a collab with you before i did :(

j__min has donated $200

dtsug__a: i dont normally watch streams either but im curious

Jeongguk laughs, still in disbelief as the donations continue to pour in from a combination of your viewers and his. He always made a decent amount from his viewers but he couldn’t deny the pull you had from your viewers as well. “Wow, um okay, my donations are adding up a lot quicker than they usually do. That’s… Hey, whaddya say to streaming with me regularly?” He jokes. 

A shy laugh bubbles up your throat; ears and cheeks burning hot at the idea. You had never collabed with any other streamer before and despite your initial hesitance and unsureness, you too, were shocked to find how well the two of you were doing without your usual content.

“Erm, I’m not very good at gaming though… I don’t think your viewers would like it very much...”

seokGENIE: thats ok jk sucks at gaming too, it wouldnt be too different

j__min: lmao fkjdhf

dtsug__a: does he get roasted often on this channel? If so i’ll be tuning in more often

dtsug__a has donated $100

dtsug__a: for your troubles, pretty gal

“On second thought, let’s let this be a special occasion, huh? Maybe collabs for the holiday, Cherry?” Jeongguk grumbles and Seungcheol has to bite his lip to keep in his laughs from his side of the small room. You start to feel more and more comfortable at the lighthearted atmosphere; tucking a stray hair behind your ear before you lean in towards the mic again.

“Ah! Speaking of, don’t forget to tune into my camshow tomorrow~! JK and I will be gaming on there as well but… with some added fun to match my channel~! 21 and over only~” You blink at the computer screen, still a little unused to the idea that you weren’t technically being filmed. Although, it was a nice change for once; not needing to be all done up for a show and simply just talking to your viewers and reading comments.

sleepy_wonu: is dom daddy gonna be on the show too?

“Dom daddy? Oh you mean Se---”

“Yes! Kind of!” You cut off, laughing nervously. Nobody knew Seungcheol’s name except for Jun and you were trying to keep as much of him private as possible, until he was ready. “In a sense, he’ll be there! You guys will just have to tune in to find out!”

Jeongguk laughs into his own mic, scooting in closer to his desk as he loads up the game.

“I think that’s enough chatting for now, huh? Let’s get started! Tonight we’ll be playing Phasmophobia! We’ll be playing something more lighthearted on Cherry’s channel, as she requested. So tonight we’ll be playing something I picked out. You ready, baby?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, quietly taking a sip of his water.

“Ready when you are!”

“I gotta say, sweetheart, for someone who doesn’t play video games too often, you’re not too bad.” Seungcheol comments, nodding his head in amazement as the three of you exit Jeongguk’s PC room. He’d had a hard time keeping in his laughs as he watched from the side and he had to admit, you were even cuter when you were outside of your usual element.

“I have to agree with hyung, but maybe it was also the adrenaline and screaming that kept you goin’.”

The two males share a laugh as you pout and plop down onto Jeongguk’s living room sofa. “Hey, how were the numbers for tonight, by the way?” You ask quietly.

“Honestly? I think we made almost triple of what my channel usually sees. I know I don’t really make a ton off of my streams since I don’t really do anything, like, crazy but shit… Even I’m shocked at how much we made.”

Seungcheol’s lip ease into a smirk; Jeongguk really had no idea how much the two of you had made off of a couple videos alone.

“We still have one more stream to do and then we can just pool up the money and split it down the middle!”  

Jeongguk nods, stretching as he sits himself down onto the other end of the sofa. “I’ll bring my spare PC stuff so we can set up a little early tomorrow, if that’s cool with you two? Maybe have some food before we get started too ‘cause god knows I’m gonna be starving.” You look to Seungcheol who nods and checks his phone for the time.

“Yeah, we need to set up the cameras and lighting a little differently too so we’ll probably start earlier. Just text me before you drive over so we know when to expect you.”

You yawn next to Jeongguk; adrenaline having worn off as the tiredness finally sets in. “It’s so weird, usually I’m only just starting my stream right around this time but I’m so exhausted now...” Seungcheol’s eyes from cute crescents as he smiles down at you, stepping closer as he goes in to smooth down your hair.

“You really were screaming a lot, to be fair. How about we head home and you can sleep in the car?”

“Okay~”

Seungcheol lets you sleep in on Saturday morning, watching as your chest rises and falls with soft breaths.

He takes a moment to think over the last few weeks of his life and he can’t help the disbelieving expression that crosses his features when he realizes just how much had changed over the course of just weeks.

When the two of you had met, he wasn’t expecting much. He expected the two of you to hang out for a few days before you went home and forgot he even existed outside of your camshows and the comments section. But now that so much had happened between the two of you, Seungcheol felt a deeper connection to you and felt the need to protect you even moreso than ever.

He sees you shift slightly, sleepy eyes blinking open as you peer up at him. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Mm… g’morning ‘cheol…”

You grimace sleepily at how hoarse your voice sounds, “Ew, I sound so… gross.”

Seungcheol moves to get out of bed, leaning in to kiss your forehead before he shuffles towards the bathroom. “I’m going to wash up but you can stay in bed if you like. I’ll make you some tea for your throat, okay? We have a long day ahead of us and I don’t think you wanna sound like that later tonight.”

Nodding sleepily, you lay back down as you yawn and let the sleep take over once again.

“Are you really sure ‘bout this?” Jeongguk takes a bite of his pizza as he watches Seungcheol pull the desk closer to the bed.

“What do you mean?” You ask; readjusting the light that was closest to the younger male. “Like, I dunno, I’ve never been on a cam show like this so… I mean do I have to do anything different?” You laugh lightly as you go in to pat Jeongguk on the shoulder.

“No, just be you. And we went over it already earlier, the only thing that’s different is going to be me! No weird tricks or anything, I promise.”

Seungcheol places another monitor on the tabletop, grunting as he goes. “Yeah, and in all honesty, I would hate to have to watch you get off, ‘Guk.”

“Oh shut up, hyung. You say that like I don’t know what you’re packin’ under those sweats. I think it’d only be fair! Just two bros getting to know each other.” Seungcheol pretends to gag just as you double over in laughter. “No, absolutely not, ‘Guk. And also, nobody told you to watch those videos!”

Jeongguk pauses, lips pressing into a firm line. “You right, you right…”

You leave to get changed just as Jeongguk starts to help Seungcheol set up the last few bits of equipment. He leans in close to the older male, eyes glancing around the space to make sure you were completely out of earshot. “Hey, hyung, honest question.”

“Sure.”

“Are you really okay with all this?” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he raises an eyebrow at the younger male. “What’s ‘this’ exactly, ‘Guk?”

“Y’know, her living here and you camming all of a sudden, among everything else really… And the question if you’re in love with her which, by the way, we still all know that you are.”

A blush coats Seungcheol’s skin, fingertips almost losing grip of the camera he was about to mount to the desktop. “Listen, yes, okay, I do… like her a lot. But she’s going through a lot right now too and I don’t want to freak her out either. There’s a lot of life changes we’re going through so I’m just going to ...wait.”

“You’re a good man, hyung.”

“Hi everyone!”

You wave to the camera, winking and blowing a kiss to the camera propped up between the two monitors on the table. “I know, this setup is a little wild and not my normal but this is part two of my collaboration with Golden Closet Gaming! Do you want to introduce yourself to those who missed our other stream?” You turn to Jeongguk who nods; this time a little nervous as he stares directly into the camera.

He’d said he was okay with being filmed since he wasn’t actually part of any sexual acts, but he still found himself a little camerashy now that the two of you were live.

Seungcheol sat directly behind the monitors and cameras; his phone open to your cam show to watch from a different angle.

“Ah, hello! I’m JK of Golden Closet Gaming! I’m a friend of Cherry’s and no we won’t be fuckin’.” Jeongguk ends with an innocent smile that has you holding back your laughter.

therealchan99: i dont think dom.cheol would like that very much anyway

universe_WZ has donated $100

universe_WZ: unless he’s into watching

dom.cheol: no

alphagyu97: oh shit hes back

angelhan: huh, so hes not there?

“Oh, he is! He’s behind the camera~” You gesture beyond the camera to where Seungcheol sits and he leans over to quickly wave upside down in front of the camera to prove his existence.

j__min: ah, of course~ we know your daddy would never let you play with anyone else~

j__min: he likes you too much ;)

emerald.tae: oh? also hi new watcher!!!

emerald.tae: ur videos were great!!

emerald.tae has donated $200

therealchan99: im gonna need to start fighting ppl for ur attention i swear

gentleman_josh95: implying u had it

chwenon: yooooooo lmao

“You guuuuys, be nice! Just for that, I’m gonna be sending you a special private pic, okay ‘therealchan99’? You guys pick on him too much!” You pout.

therealchan99: hahaahhAHhhahaHAAHAA FUCKIN LOSERS SUCK ON THAT

tangerine_kwan: bruh

chwenon: damn guess we should can it

You respond to a few more comments as Jeongguk sits by and watches the way you interact with your viewers. He also takes note that you had a donation minimum before you started actually doing anything on your channel and that you’d already hit it pretty quickly.

“Okay! I think we should start now, huh? Oh, I should explain what’s going on!” You giggle cutely, settling into your space on the bed. “So JK and I will be playing this stilt man game! We have to get our character to the finish line without falling or the level restarts! JK has to get to level 30 and I have to get to level 20 and whoever reaches their goal first, wins!”

“I have a higher level to reach ‘cause our skillsets are different and we all know I’d smoke her if we both had to reach the same level.” Jeongguk grins.

seokGENIE: sure

seokGENIE has donated $69

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $100

“And the reason why ‘dom.cheol’ is behind the camera is because...” You pause, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you stare directly into the lens. “In order to get me to do my best, he’ll be controlling a special toy I’m wearing~ Hehe, if my character falls, he’ll raise the vibration setting each time as punishment and leave it on until I cum…”

“Which we are assuming will be a lot. Unfortunately, no medic on standby.” Jeongguk jokes. Seungcheol rolls his eyes as he laughs from behind the camera.

“We have a safeword, don’t we, sweetheart?” You nod in response, “Mmhmm!”

“Let’s get it!”

It takes all of four stages before your character falls for the first time.

Seungcheol turns the vibrating panties on and you immediately jolt as you try to keep your character upright on screen. “Oh, f-fuck!”

kitty_junjun: uh ohhhh it begins

artist8hao: i don’t think she’s gonna last.. babygirl is so sensitive, she’ll probably cum soon

xcaliburDK: i’m giving it until level 6 before she cums

emerald.tae: oh are we placing bets

“Noooo~ Don’t place bets on me, I’m weak!” You whine; already squirming as the vibrations attack your clit. Seungcheol grins from in front of you as Jeongguk laughs from your side, already on level 7 on his own screen.

You had to admit, it was a little weird for someone else to be in the room with you while Seungcheol basically used a toy on you, but the younger male seemed to not care about it at all. Although, he had already seen most of you and Seungcheol at this point.

Your fingertips are shaky on the keyboard and computer mouse; already fearing the way Seungcheol’s eyes almost become darker the longer you struggle.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is the game too hard?”

“A-ah, n--no, it’s not that b-bad…” Squirming, you grind down a little harder onto the bed just as your character falls on screen and Seungcheol raises the setting to the second highest in the blink of an eye. “Ngh, fuh---fuck!”

“Uh oh~ Should I slow down to let you catch up?” Jeongguk teases.

“N-no, I can beat y-you!”

The donations and comments pour in as you struggle to keep your calm and get your character to the finish line; letting out a sigh of relief as you finally enter the fifth level. You let out a choked sob as you already feel your panties starting to stick to you like a second skin from how wet you were getting and Seungcheol can’t help but chuckle.

“You know, you’re technically allowed to cum whenever you want. It’ll just… slow you down, is all.” Grinning, he watches as you look beyond the camera towards him as you pout.

“But I--I wanna win!” You cry; palms clammy as you try to rush through the fifth stage, only for your character to fall almost immediately. “Nooo~”

Seungcheol clicks the vibrator to its highest setting and your body goes rigid as the vibrations wreck your body. You start to grind against the toy as you chase your orgasm and forget about the game almost completely. In a perfect world, Seungcheol would have his cock snug between your walls, but instead you clench around emptiness as you crave his cock.

artist8hao: ah shes already cumming lol

seokGENIE: on level 5? Fuck

universe_WZ: her cute lil cunt cant take it, poor babygirl

seokGENIE has donated $50

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alphagyu97: cum baby, u kno u wanna

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A small choked whine is all you can manage before you do cum; eyes clamped shut and fingers wrapped tight around the computer mouse as the waves of pleasure crash down onto your body. Donations and comments flood the side of the screen from a combination of your viewers and Jeongguk’s as they watch your face contort in pleasure.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re really falling behind~ JK is going through the stages so quickly while you’re sitting there cumming~” Seungcheol teases. He licks his lips, simultaneously wishing you were sitting on his cock while you played your game.

That’d have to be for another time, he thinks.

It takes a second for Seungcheol to turn the toy off and your body immediately slumps forward as you catch your breath. “Ngh, d-damn it…” You grimace when you re-adjust yourself and find your panties soaking wet.

“I’m already on level 17, babe. You gotta catch up!”

You can only groan in response, flexing your clammy fingers before you try to focus on your own screen again.

kitty_junjun: oho looks like our princess is focused now

tangerine_kwan: u got this baby

j__min: show ‘em who’s boss, babygirl

You tune out the sounds of the comments and donations as you manage to get yourself to level eight without falling, but level nine proves to be just a little too hard as your character falls and Seungcheol turns the vibrator back on to its lowest setting again.

“Be careful, baby. Wouldn’t want to fall behind again would you?”

Seungcheol feels his cock throbbing in his sweats as he watches you bite your lip. And for the first time all night, he wishes that Jeongguk would just win and go home so that he could have his own private time with you.

“I’m on level 22 already. D’you think she can even catch up?” Jeongguk teases. He spares you a side glance, taking in your form slumped closer to the table as you try to fight the vibrations.

Your body was already extremely sensitive from your first orgasm and you quickly losing your confidence as you struggled to keep your character upright. If you came even just one more time, there was no way that you’d be able to beat Jeongguk with how quickly he was going through the stages.

therealchan99: she’s cumming just as quickly as JK is getting thru the stages hfdsf

gentleman_josh95: shes so cute when she cums tho

angelhan has donated $50

angelhan: thats the real prize angel

“T-thank you…” You whimper out, fingertips twitching against the keyboard and mouse as you focus your attention to the game to the best of your ability. 

You manage to get to level ten with no more issues just as Jeongguk gets to level 25 and you let out an exasperated sigh as your character falls over again. “Uh oh~ I think I’m gonna win!” Jeongguk cheers; giddiness washing over him as he works to get to the end. 

“Nooo~ That’s n-not, ah, fair!” Whining, you grip the mouse tighter as Seungcheol raises the setting on the toy again, watching as you rub your thighs together at the feeling. 

hoshi_tiger_xx: sadly nothings fair in the gaming world babe

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dtsug__a has donated $50

dtsug__a: cute for thinkin so tho 

“I don’t th--think I can, hah, c-catch up...” You moan. Your character on screen falls over one more time and all you hear is Seungcheol’s small ‘tsk’ under his breath as he sets the vibrator to the highest setting and leaves it there. 

It doesn’t take long before the vibrations prove to be too much for you and you let go of the keyboard and computer mouse as your hands ball up into fists on top of the table. 

The pleasure washes over you in sharp pin pricks; small whines and whimpers falling from your lips as your eyes completely clamp shut. 

Jeongguk lets out a surprised noise at the way the donations and comments almost make the screen lag and for the first time, his character on screen falls over at his split second loss of focus. 

“Ah, fuh--fuck!” You start to squirm once the pleasure starts to bleed into overstimulation and Seungcheol is quick to respond, “You’re gonna cum one more time as punishment for giving up, sweetheart.” 

alphagyu97: ooo she's in troubleeee

gentleman_josh95: ahhh daddy still has to punish you after all 

seokGENIE: damn is this what this channels abt? this is hot 

artist8hao: babygirl always misbehaves

chwenon: she seems to like it too much 😏

dtsug__a: hooooo shit, thats hot 

“It’s n-not my f-fault, hah, JK is j-just good at g-gaming...” You mumble. 

Jeongguk manages to get to level 30 within the time you sit and grind against the toy; small noises of excitement falling from his lips as he cheers for himself!

“Aww, poor baby. Maybe you’ll focus a bit better next time, hmm?” 

You nod frantically as a small tear slips down your cheek and your lips part in a breathy moan. “God, I--I’m c--cumming!” 

Your body locks up, ears ringing as you cum one more time. Seungcheol wishes he could work you through it; hands massaging your skin as you take your pleasure or thrusting his cock into you as he chased his high with you. 

Instead he watches from across you as your body twitches as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss, licking his lips the entire time with images of what could’ve been dancing behind his eyelids. 

Jeongguk watches as the donations far surpass what the two of you made on his channel; brows disappearing into his poofy head of hair. “Wow, uh, y’all seem to really like it when she gets punished, huh?” He mutters under his breath. 

“Don’t you?” Seungcheol teases. 

“Truuuuue.” 

A garbled moan has both of their attention on you as you try to shy away from the toy still vibrating against your overly sensitive clit. “Ah, ‘m too sen--sensitive now...” You cry. 

Seungcheol turns the toy off completely as your chest heaves in deep breaths; pouting at the fact he wasn’t able to enter the camera frame to take care of you. 

Jeongguk grimaces slightly at the way your body sways in tiredness next to him, unsure of what to do next now that he’d won. 

“Haha, um, medic?” 

[blainehellyes]

Hell/Heaven

Pairing: Ethan x MC (Dr.Anika Warren)

Words: 3.5k ..I just..went off w this

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, trauma, swear words??

Author’s Note: Okay yall so idfk what this is tbh. I just had an idea and went on to write 3.5k words about it. This is my interpretation of the  aftermath of ch.11. I genuinely don’t know if this makes sense or it’s just a bunch of words slammed together.

Also, I did not really proofread this so please do feel free to point out any mistakes. I’m sorry for the mistakes.

I’m scared of writing people OOC and I’m still learning so please keep it in mind.

Anyway, I did not make it two parts but it’s pretty long so yeah.

Anika’s thoughts will be in italics.

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 It had been almost 16 hours since the combined diagnostics team along with her friends barged into the isolation ward and told her that they had found a cure. Eight hours since Ethan said the magic words 

“Get up. There are no traces of the toxin in  your body.”

She had been lightheaded, whether it was from happiness or if it was from some weird side effect she didn’t know about was up in the air. She was still a bit wobbly.

In her 29 years of living, Dr.Anika Warren had not had such a whirlwind of a day. 24 hours ago ,she was barging into the senator’s room trying to stop an assassination. She didn’t know how she got caught up in a death trap but after that it was as if her brain had recorded every single moment with perfect accuracy.The whole thing was playing in a loop , the cannister being deployed, Rafael Aveiro, superman and ultimate idiot jumping in to protect her , Danny and Bobby Gunderson’s life leaving his eyes in front of her. She had watched a lot of people pass away in her career, and each one affected her . No matter how much she wanted to get used to it. But this was different, this was a man who was talking to her about how he wanted to afford a car for his daughter’s 16th. Bobby used to greet her with a smile every day, and even with minimal interaction she had gotten close to him.

And now his daughter won’t have a father, much less a car. And it’s because you were dumb enough to jump in to the room before having backup.

She pushed the thoughts away as she wearily walked through Edenbrook’s long corridors. 

Most of her friends had returned home in hopes of having some rest, but she couldn’t. Raf was still admitted, albeit not in a coma and she couldn’t just leave him. She didn’t want to leave anyway,trying to get as much done as she could to distract herself. She didn’t want to face her thoughts, which she would eventually have to when she’d go home. But for now, she was delaying the inevitable by trying to help any and every doctor she came across. 

“Dr.Warren? Why are you still here?”

Esme. I love her but dear god if one more person tells me to go home I’ll start crying in the middle of the corridor.

“Uhh, I’m just finishing off some work. You should be too , Dr.Ortega. Stop interrogating people and get to work.”

Wow when did I become Ethan? That was one of the most out of character things I’ve ever said. Looks like his personality is seeping into me. 

“ Um..Anika? You good? No offense but that really doesn’t sound like you. ”

Well..crap. 

“Then what does it sound like, Dr.Ortega?”

“ It sounds like you’re trying to put on a tough person persona to deflect questions”

This girl is way too smart. Am I the only dumb one here with no people skills or…?

 “ I just..I just don’t want to go home. And I don’t want to talk about it. Please don’t mind”

Please leave me alone please please please 

Esme shrugged but the look of concern on her face wasn’t gone. “If that’s what you want then sure. Take care of yourself, I’m not the one who almost died" 

 With that she turned around and left. 

Anika continued to make her way through the hospital. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of what could have happened. She could not stop thinking about how she trusted the senator, but most of all, one thing was repeating in her mind. 

So, Ethan Ramsey, are you single?

Ethan looked at me for a brief second

"I’m sorry… But no, I’m not" 

He had actually admitted his feelings on national television. Well, almost but the point still stood.

And yet it’s complicated. He’s not single but we’re not dating. What the fuck Ethan Ramsey? We doing Schrodinger dating or what? 

This was her hell.

"Dr. Warren?" 

This time, she wasn’t annoyed at her name being called. This time, it was more relief than frustration. 

"Anika..?” Ethan’s voice hit her once again. 

“Um.. Hi” she didn’t know what to say. Her face was flushed from thinking about the moment they shared after the interview, and all the subtle moments that had in the past few months. 

“You’re supposed to be home. But Dr.Ortega did mention something about you not wanting to. What is it?" 

Ah there it is. Damn you Esme. I mean, no but yes.

"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it”

She tried to sound as normal and unbothered as she could. She didn’t want to even think about it, much less talk it out which would just make it much more real for her. She wanted to live in denial and pretend everything was normal for a while. 

 Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hold on her wrist. She snapped back into reality to notice that Ethan was pulling her somewhere. It was in the general direction of his office so she presumed that much but couldn’t help protesting the sudden force.

“Wai- Wha- Where are you taking me?!”

The reply only affirmed her presumption.

“To my office, Rookie. You’re clearly not well and you need to rest and if you won’t go home I’ll make sure you rest here.”

Why is this man so stubborn? I love him but why?

They were soon in his sparsely decorated office. Everything was organised with no stray papers or journals lying around which was usually the case with most of the other offices in the hospital.  Ethan sat her down on the couch and sat down beside her.

“Wait, I thought you wanted me to rest. What is this Dr.Ramsey? A plot to get me alone with you hmmm..?” She wanted to get alone with him. Ever since the confession the other night and him saying he wasn’t single, she needed some answers. 

“No. I just wanted to ask you about why exactly you didn’t want to go home. Dr.Ortega told me you looked disturbed and kind of in a trance and I got worried” Ethan said with worry clearly etched onto his face 

Why the hell is he so cute even when he’s worried? I’m so so in love ugh

His palm touched her face , snapping her out of her thoughts yet again. His gentle touch was something she wasn’t yet that used to, and he had been much more gentle and kind since the confession the previous night. He was acting so unlike the Ethan she knew and she had to get used to this. 

“Tell me , Anika. What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m here.”

Memories of the previous few days flooded her all at once. Her poaching the senator from MK, him intruding on the diagnostics team meetings, Travis behaving so normally that she could never in a million years imagine him being such a …. psychopath. 

The phone call she overheard, her disappointment on how she trusted a politician who wanted the same things as everyone else.

She was spiralling, and she was spiralling hard. It was hard not to, she was feeling guilty. She wanted to go back and not agree to June’s idea. She wanted to undo the whole thing.

Ethan noticed her face contorting with the painful memories and he immediately took her into his arms and that was all it took for her to start sobbing. 

“ I just..I feel guilty Ethan. I shouldn’t have gone to MK, I shouldn’t have followed June’s advice. I shouldn’t have trusted a politician. And most of all I shouldn’t have ran into the room like some kind of a superhero in a Hollywood movie without having proper back up”

Ethan’s face was grim. He understood the guilt over going over to MK and stealing their patient, he had been feeling it too. But he couldn’t understand the other feelings, it would be impossible to. He wanted to comfort her, let her know that she did absolutely nothing wrong but he knew his words wouldn’t matter much. 

Ethan’s thoughts were interrupted by more violent sobs, she was breaking in front of him and he couldn’t take it. He hugged her tighter and whispered sweet nothings, trying to tell her that she was only trying to do something good. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong Anika, you were doing your duty. You wanted to help. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re here. ”

He wanted to comfort her and never hear her cry again.

Anika on the other hand couldn’t stop. She felt bad, she felt bad when she thought about Danny and Sienna , when she thought about Bobby Gunderson and his daughter. “ Sienna probably hates me.." 

Ethan was taken aback by that comment, if he had noticed one thing about Dr.Trinh ,it was that she was someone you could absolutely trust. Her hating Anika was far fetched. ” She won’t, why would she hate you? She was so scared Anika, she was so scared that you would ….“ He couldn’t complete the sentence. He couldn’t even complete the though. 

” No, Ethan. Sienna loved Danny. And..and if I hadn’t..if I hadn’t..done something so stupid..he would still be here..they had a future Ethan, they really did..“ and she broke down into another fit of sobs. 

Ethan didn’t know what to do. He held her and helped her cry it out. Eventually the exhaustion hit her and she somehow fell asleep. He noticed though,that she had a fever. And was in the process of waking her up gently and giving her some medicine that the door opened. 

Naveen Banerji was worried. He was worried about Rafael , the paramedic he had somehow grown close to. He was worried about Ethan , his mentee and his "son”. But most of all, he was worried about Dr.Warren. She had taken the toll of the previous days hard and as soon as he heard that she was acting unusual, he wanted to find her. He couldn’t though and decided that the best way to approach this was to ask Ethan.  

He had just opened the door when he saw that Anika was with Ethan in the room, and they both looked very cosy. Ethan was in the process of giving her some kind of medication and he didn’t want to interrupt but it was clear that they had been having a moment.  And Anika looked deathly pale and after listening to a concerned Dr.Ortega about how she was a walking zombie and how he should force her to take time off work and seeing it himself, he decided to actually listen to Dr.Ortega and give Anika a week off. 

He silently closed the door as he did not want to interrupt and instead paged Ethan to come to his office. He not only wanted Anika to take a few days off work, he wanted Ethan to take care of her. He had never seen Ethan so happy with anybody before and it hurt him to see them push each other away. And if this was a chance for him to push Ethan towards his happiness, he would use it. 

Ethan had just finished giving Anika a tablet for her temperature and let her fall asleep again when his pager beeped. He walked briskly to Naveen’s office, curious to know why he called him. It was rare, getting paged by Naveen so he was a bit nervous. 

When he had entered and sat down, Naveen wasted no time in getting to the point. “ I’ve heard that Dr.Warren has been showing some trauma symptoms lately, and she has gone through a lot so I want to give her a week off” he said.

Ethan was happy, he wanted this to happen but he was confused as to why the chief had told him this .

“ Before you ask me why and how this concerns you, I want you to know that I want you to take care of her in this one week. And hence , I am giving you a whole week off too” Naveen finished with a smile on his face.

Ethan was surprised. He wanted to spend time with her, especially after his late night revelations. But taking a whole week off work was out of question. The diagnostics team would be two members down and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Naveen, that simply isn’t feasible. It’s already hard with a nurse down and a doctor down and me going would make it all the more difficult for the team.”

Naveen cut him off, he didn’t want to hear it

“ Son, just listen to me this time. I’ll take over the diagnostics team myself for the week and the workload can be handled. I want you both to take a while off and figure things out and that’s all I’ll say. Nothing you say will change this decision.”

Ethan didn’t have the heart to protest. Even though he was worried about how the team would function without two members, the fact that Naveen would take over eased him. 

Besides that, he really did want to forget the world for a bit and just hold her in his arms. The endeavour the previous day had shown him how much he cared and after that , he couldn’t keep her away. He almost lost her, and in those few hours where he had to put up a brave façade for the hospital while he was breaking inside were the worst few hours in his entire life. 

He didn’t know what he would do without her, just the thought of not having her jab at him randomly, do weird things just to annoy him and all of her little quirks which frustrated him to no end in the beginning which he had grown to love killed him. He needed her. 

He walked through the hospital to his office to find her awake and scrolling through her phone. This comforted him a bit as she looked tranquil and didn’t have the worry on her face like earlier. 

He entered the room and her face immediately lit up. This was something he would never tire of seeing , her smile. It made him feel all excited and warm. 

“ Ethan! I was waiting for you!” She chirped. He loved her voice and it automatically brought an easy smile onto his face.

He sat down beside her , absentmindedly stroking her hand and started speaking.

“ Naveen has ordered both of us to take a whole week off. He wouldn’t listen to anything. "  He said with a bemused smirk on his face. This whole idea of Naveen, was amusing to him. It was such an obvious attempt at getting them together that he couldn’t help but laugh at it.

” Wait what? What about the diagnostics team?! They can’t function with two members down. I mean they can but what if we get an important case?! What about my patients? What about your patients? This simply won’t-“

Ethan cut her off with a kiss. He wanted to do that for so long and looking at her get so worked up about the hospital was too cute for him to control himself. 

” Oh my ,Dr.Ramsey, so forward of you. I didn’t think someone like you could do something so scandalous" Anika chuckled between kisses and Ethan was too absorbed to even take offense to the statement.

Eventually, they got up and made their way to Ethan’s apartment. Anika had to inform her flatmates , everyone looking at her with raised eyebrows except Sienna , who she couldn’t look in the eyes. She also made sure to check up on Raf and Kyra, and shed a few tears looking at them. She was glad that both of them were alright because she wouldn’t forgive herself if anything happened to anyone. 

Ethan’s apartment was as she remembered, clean and monochromatic. At this point, she had visited enough for her to just walk straight in and start playing with Jenner without any hesitation. Ethan loved seeing her like this, in his home , comfortable. He couldn’t help but imagine a future where she would just live there instead of visiting. 

After taking a shower ,they started working on dinner. Ethan didn’t want to make her work at all but she was adamant about helping. Watching her move across the kitchen with ease made him happy. But he didn’t forget to make her rest, as she was still weak which was evident when she lost focus suddenly and fainted.  Ethan dropped his spatula into the pan and rushed to get her up. She had started to have a rise in her temperature again. 

“ You can’t keep doing this Rookie , you’re sick and you’re literally working yourself to exhaustion. Now just take your medicine and relax , okay? I’ll take care of dinner.” He cooed into her ears as he lifted her up and carried her to his bed. 

Anika obliged with a pout, not letting him go back without a proper kiss. She wanted him to stay but her stomach rumbling made it obvious that she needed food. And the only source of food was Ethan cooking and she had to let him go.

Her fever had subsided by the time he poked his head into the bedroom telling her that dinner was ready. She had almost fallen asleep, exhaustion taking over her but dinner was important.

I need to talk to him about the interview. And the night before. I need to talk to him about so much. 

They had dinner in relative peace, having proper substantial food after all the hospital food she had eaten felt good. They were I’m easy conversation and she didn’t have the heart to bring up the topic of feelings.

He will shut down , and I don’t want him to shut down. 

Only when they had completed eating and ended up in bed cuddling could she force herself to ask him. 

Just do it Anika. It’s not too hard. He won’t push you away. Trust yourself. 

“ Ethan?” She spoke up with a timid voice. In the hospital, she was the person who would talk back when anything was wrong or if anybody did anything questionable, but here she was out of her depth.

“ Yes?” He answered with an inquisitive tone.

“I wanted to ask you about something” she went on. “ Uh..um.. the interview when you said you weren’t single..” she took a deep breath. 

Come on , just say it. Why are you so anxious?! 

Ethan immediately tensed up a bit. He meant every single word he said, both in the interview and in the night that followed and yet, he didn’t know how to approach this.  He was looking at her intently , waiting for her to continue when she started speaking again.

“ Yesterday night, when you talked about how you regretted keeping me away and how you wished you didn’t do it… did you mean it?” She finished, bracing for impact. She was so sure that he’d push her away yet again and they’d have to spend the rest of the week in awkwardness that his next words took her a moment to register. 

“ I meant every single word , Anika” he said, bringing her closer to him. He kissed her forehead and continued. “ I meant it. All of it. You are the light in my life, my sunshine. When I saw you behind the glass, covered in that grease , my heart stopped. I had to pick myself up and put on a face for the team but I was breaking into a million pieces. Each time I failed to diagnose what was wrong , I remembered that I could lose you. And that broke me even further. There was nothing I wanted to do more than run into the room and hold you in my hands. I can’t live without you Anika, I don’t want to imagine a life without you. ”

By this point , both of them were in tears. They were hugging each other, tears flowing freely. 

“ I was so scared ,Ethan. I just wanted to be in your arms. And I was scared for Raf. When you told me we had lost Danny, I realised I couldn’t lose Raf. And every moment, all I wanted was to be with you. You’re the most important thing in my life , Ethan. And I was so scared to talk to you about this, so scared that you would push me away again.”

Ethan took a sharp breath. Pushing her away after all this was impossible. He hugged her tighter , letting her cry , letting himself cry it out. 

“ I won’t push you away. I won’t ever push you away. I’m all in if you are” he said, through tears. 

Anika looked at him and could see a vulnerable man. She could see he was scared too, to admit his feelings and to let his walls down and she was determined to never hurt him.

“ I’m all in ,Ethan. Forever. ”

That night was one of the best nights of their lives. They just spent it cuddling and talking to each other about their dreams, their aspirations and themselves. 

Ethan hadn’t felt so at ease in years. He was ready to take care of her forever. He had never imagined falling in love but now, he couldn’t imagine not being in love. 

And that night , they knew that the next seven days and the rest of their lives would be amazing. 

And this, was her heaven.

THANK YOU IF YOU READ TILL HERE.

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@crazynutella tagging @oofchoices @ohramsey if yall are interested

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[onwardintolight]

Han x Leia, ESB, Trip to Bespin, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: ESB from Leia's POV. A journey from despair to hope, a blossoming, an opening to vulnerability and love.

Warnings: Deals with some heavy themes, incl. working through trauma, depression, self-harm, attempted sexual assault. Each chapter will be individually warned.

Note: I’m currently in the process of reposting the first nine chapters here in full, since when I first wrote this fic, I only shared links to the chapters on AO3 and FFN. I will try to post at least weekly. In the meantime, if you’d prefer to binge-read it, the entire fic is posted in full on AO3 and FFN.

Part: Masterlist | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | Epilogue

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Warnings for Chapter 24: Brief reference to the torture and attempted sexual assault that occurred in Chapter 19

Author’s note from 1/2020: An important disclaimer: As I wrote this fic, I strove to make it canon-compliant—at least compliant with the canon that existed at the time. Now that I'm posting this, however, a few things have changed; notably, we've seen the release of the first issue of the new line of Star Wars comics set after ESB. While I haven't had a chance to read it yet, I'm pretty sure it diverges from what I've written in my final two chapters, and I have no desire to change any of what I've written to fit it. I know most of you don't even care about canon—this IS fanfiction after all—but I just wanted to give you and all future readers a heads up anyway!

One last thing: Several of you have asked me if I'm planning on writing a Leia-focused fic like this one about ROTJ. First of all, I'm super flattered that you'd like more! Tbh though I don't really see myself writing it as another big multichapter; however, I would really like to do a few shorter fics about it. So keep an eye out for those! That being said, things can always change. If I discover that there's an arc I really want to tell through the whole story, I may find myself in over my head again ;) 

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The Kaliida Nebula was about six hours away, not counting the brief stops they’d have to make every few hours to switch hyperlanes. Lando had once again joined Chewbacca at the Falcon’s helm; they had both insisted in no uncertain terms that Luke and Leia get some rest, promising they’d comm if they needed anything. She was tired enough not to argue.

Immediately after the jump to hyperspace, Luke had sat frozen, staring out the viewport into the whirling star tunnels. He’d glanced at her when she offered him a hand, looking for all the universe as if she were his only tether away from the maw. Silently, he’d let her help him back to the crew quarters, and once more she shakily attached the fluids line and pulled a blanket over him.

He was gazing up at her again, now, eyes wide and hollow. “Leia,” he whispered.

Tenderly, she brushed the hair from his forehead and reached down to clasp his remaining hand, squeezing it. She perched on the edge of his bunk. “I’m here,” she said softly. “You’re safe now.” Slowly, his eyelids began to flutter, and he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

She sat there for a long time, weariness bleeding into her bones, listening as his breathing grew deeper. Finally, when she was fairly certain her movement would not wake him, she slipped her hand carefully out of his, turned out the light, and walked over to her bunk, curling up on top of it without bothering to remove the blanket.

The pillow smelled like Han.

She thought of him laying there next to her, his fingers tangled in her hair. She thought of the hungry kisses she had never wanted to end. She thought of easy laughter and healing tears, of potent words and new openings.

She thought of the bed on Cloud City, and how they’d never have the chance now to find out if she’d regret it. She thought of his rending screams, of coils and needles and agonizing pain. Of Captain Orffa’s leers, her ripped shirt, his broken neck as he lay on the other side of the room. Of Vader’s hated mask, cold and merciless. Of throbbing rage. Of helpless grief.

Of finally saying “I love you.” Of the one she loved, turned to stone and torn away.

All the emotions she’d been trying to hold at bay rushed in. Her defenses crumpled, and the first tears came in like a flood, violent and inevitable. Burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound, she wept, her body shaking with sobs. She wept until every breath came as a gasp; until she could no longer imagine what it was to not be weeping. She wept for Han, and for Alderaan, and for every loss in between. For a galaxy full of loss, cracked all the way through with the cruelty of it.

Long after her tears ran dry, she lay there, face still buried in the pillow—Han’s pillow—breathing in the scent of him. She wasn’t ready to let him go.

She wouldn’t let him go.

She would find him, somehow.

Slowly, exhaustion crept up on her, disarming her resistance just as her tears had done earlier. She gave into it with a mild sense of relief, letting her eyes close.

I don’t regret it, she thought as she began to drift off. Sleepy astonishment at the realization gave way to the certainty that she had always known this, somehow, despite her fears. I don’t regret loving him. Not one bit. As much as this hurt—and oh, how it hurt—she would gladly love him and lose him again.

Then sleep took her, carrying her far away into blessed nothingness.

~~~

She was woken up what felt like minutes later by the chime of her comm.

Lando���s voice was on the other end. “We’ve stopped at Terminus,” he said. “We need you up here to watch for Imperials while we search the ship for homing beacons. We’ve got her pretty well hidden behind a moon, but it’s a race against time until they find us.”

Trying to keep any bitterness out of her voice, she gave her consent and stumbled groggily toward the cockpit. Lando gave her a look when she arrived—she must have looked like hell, with red-rimmed eyes and smeared makeup—but to his credit he didn’t say anything, only giving her a nod on the way out. Chewie was already gone. She moved to sit in the co-pilot’s seat, but changed her mind halfway there, instead opting for the captain’s. Curling her legs beneath her, she leaned back into it, smelling its faded leather and a hint of old cologne. She scanned the starfield carefully, glancing at the sensor displays afterward for any signs she might have missed. There was nothing; only stars. On the other side of the moon, she knew, the sky would be filled with ships of all kinds. Terminus was a busy world; she hoped that, as such, it would distract the Empire long enough that they wouldn’t find the Falcon.

She shifted in her seat, anxious. Finding the homing beacon would likely take Chewie and Lando awhile—they had to suit up to examine the hull, after all—but she wished they would hurry and be done with it. Normally, this would have been made a much easier exercise by simply scanning the hull via the ship’s sensors, but the Empire had certainly disabled that function. Or rather, they probably just hadn’t bothered to fix it—it was, after all, one of the sensor systems that had been damaged during their escape from Hoth.

The minutes ticked by. Fifteen minutes passed, then half an hour. A light freighter moved into view. She stiffened, then relaxed again as it jumped to hyperspace moments later.

Forty-five minutes. Her eyelids drooped; she pinched her arm to stay awake.

Finally, she heard the door open behind her, and Chewie came in with a roar. «We found it,» he said. He was triumphant, but his voice was laced with sorrow. She knew enough of him now to hear it. She caught his gaze, and he sat down next to her. For a minute, they looked out on the emptiness together. «You should go back to bed, Little Princess,» he finally said, his voice gentle.

“You sure you don’t need sleep?” she whispered.

«I will,» he said, «but I have strength left to spare, and I was not hurt as badly as you. Go sleep.» She nodded and got up just as Lando came through the door. She didn’t look at him as they exchanged places. Hazily, she walked back to the crew quarters, fell in her bunk, and was once more lost in unconsciousness.

~~~

Leia’s eyes flickered open. How long had her comm been beeping? Yawning, she sat up, flipping on the light over her bunk, and froze as all the memories of the previous day flooded back in. The deep ache in her chest nearly knocked her over, and she fought off the urge to lay back down and forget everything again.

Luke. She had to make sure he was okay. She glanced over towards the other side of the room; there he lay, as still as a stone. Alarmed, she leapt out of bed and lurched over to check on him. His chest rose and fell, and she sighed in relief. He was in a deep sleep. That was good.

Feeling her heartbeat calm again, she sat back down on her bunk and answered her comlink. “Yes?” she croaked, her voice hoarse.

“Just wanted to let you know we’ve arrived at the Kaliida Nebula,” said Lando. “Whenever you’re able, I’ll let you take over and see if you can reach that contact of yours. Could use a little shut-eye myself.”

“Of course,” she said curtly. “I’ll be right there.”

When she arrived, Chewie was once again nowhere in sight. She felt a pang in her chest, thinking of his grief. At least, she thought, he was getting some sleep, too.

Lando nodded awkwardly to her as they switched places again and left without a word. For a minute, she stared at the glowing pink clouds outside the viewport. She knew he’d be just a comm away, but still, she was nervous. The nebula could be perilous. From time to time, it was home to migrating neebray mantas, which could do some serious damage to ships. Moreover, if the Empire had somehow found out about this checkpoint—

She felt her throat constricting and her heart pounding, and she stopped the thought short. Yes, the Empire had caught up with them a few too many times recently—she had good reason to be fearful of that. But she should be wary, not paranoid. This was the best chance they had to make contact with the Alliance. Straightening, she set a Rebel-coded message to broadcast at intervals to the surrounding parts of the nebula, then she took the Falcon on a leisurely tour through the cloud tunnels.

An hour later, she had a reply. It was also in Alliance code, and it gave her coordinates to meet nearby. She tensed. The Empire could have cracked that code since she was gone, they could have found out about this location, they could have—

She forced herself to breathe slowly. “Chewie,” she said into the comlink, “I’m making contact. I may need backup if it’s not who I think it is.”

The Wookiee yawned, but he didn’t hesitate. «I’m coming,» he said.

Soon both he and Lando joined her again in the cockpit. She felt bad that they’d only had an hour of sleep, but she supposed there was nothing to be done.

Well, mostly bad. She didn’t feel all that bad about Lando. As far as she was concerned, he could suffer. He sat behind her, keeping watch as she and Chewie maneuvered the ship to the meeting point.

Finally, the clouds in front of them parted, revealing an X-wing.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” the pilot whooped upon seeing their ship. “I was starting to think I’d never see that hunk of junk again! Is the princess there?”

Leia breathed a sigh of relief. “Hi, Wedge,” she said, transmitting the codes to confirm it was her.

“Good to hear your voice, Princess,” he said. “High command’s been going out of their minds. They figured if you survived, you’d make your way here. Lucky you found me now; they were beginning to think it was a lost cause. We probably wouldn’t have been patrolling out here much longer.”

“Thanks for waiting,” she said.

“Where’s ol’ Han?”

All the words seemed to dry up in her mouth, and she sat silent for a moment. “He’s gone,” she said finally, her voice quiet. Chewie let out a mournful wail.

She heard Wedge exhale. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of genuine grief. “Sending you the jump coordinates now.”

Within a few minutes, they’d left the bright clouds of the Kaliida Nebula behind and were headed home. It wasn’t truly home, of course—Home was Alderaan, and that was gone forever. These days, though, the Alliance had become the only home she could claim to have. But whatever familiarity it offered, it would be empty without Han.

“Hey,” Lando said from behind her, startling her. She didn’t turn around. “Chewie ’n I have been talking and…” he faltered for a moment, then he went on. “…We’re gonna find Han and bring him back. We’ll leave for Tatooine as soon as we can get fueled and ready.”

She leaned back in her seat. “You got a plan?”

Chewie responded. «We have some ideas, yes, but we wanted to talk with you and Luke and hear yours, too.»

Leia nodded slowly. “We’ll discuss it when we get there, after the briefings. I don’t want to put too much strain on Luke before then. He doesn’t even know what happened yet.”

“Sure thing,” said Lando.

She clenched her teeth to avoid telling him to shut up. Instead, she shifted her focus outside, watching the whirlwind starlight.

Somewhere out there, Han was trapped, but alive. And somehow, they would find him and bring him home.

A warmth grew inside her chest; the fire of hope.

[slytherinsbrat]

Sleeping Like the Dead

Pairing: Diego x Reader

Summary: You learn about Diego’s ability to hold his breath as long as he wants to, the hard way...

Words Count: +1,8K words. 

A/N: Tbh, I’ve been planning this little fic as an April’s Fool story, but... I got carried away. I hope you’ll enjoy. 

Waking up had always been your least favorite part of the day. You hated the shrill sound of your alarm. Every morning was a fight between the rational part of your brain and your instinct of throwing your phone against the wall.

Today was no different. If anything, you hated your alarm even more. It was Sunday and the thing was ringing so. damn. loud.

Groaning, you reached out, one hand fumbling around to turn off the alarm, to no avail. Not only the alarm was still blaring, but you couldn’t even find the offending object.

“Ugh fuck it!” You muttered under your breath and finally gave up all hope of finding your phone without opening your eyes. You sat up, eyes barely adjusting to gray needles of light filtering through the blinds as you spotted your phone on the nightstand. It was still buzzing and ringing. With a sigh, you turned off the thing.

“6:00 AM. It’s 6:00 AM on freaking Sunday and I’m wide awake. Fuck life.” You whined as you fell back against your pillows. Perhaps, if you tricked your brain into thinking you were still tired, you’d fall back asleep. A few minutes ago, the theory had seemed sound enough. But the longer you lay in bed, the more you could feel the frustration mounting, chasing away any trace of drowsiness in your body. Your boyfriend didn't have the same concerns, you noted as you rolled over to watch him sleep.

Was it a little bit creepy? Yes definitely. But to be quite honest, at this point, you had nothing better to do. Besides, who could blame you? Diego was cute when he was sleeping. He looked so soft and vulnerable, all trace of tension gone. Hair tousled, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, he looked so delicate... almost boyish. You could barely resist the sudden urge to run your hand through his hair, the tip of your fingertips along the sharp outline of his nose, trace the contour of his plush lips, but he looked so peaceful that you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb him.

How could he have slept through your alarm?  Diego was usually the one shaking you awake in the mornings, and here he was sleeping undisturbed and unmoving... almost the like the dead. It was a silly thought, and yet somehow you couldn’t stop the distant feeling of fear slowly from creeping through your mind.

You just needed a little hint. The barest movement, like an eye twitch, a soft snore, the imperceptible rise and fall of his chest to reassure you...and that was the problem. You couldn’t see Diego moving. You couldn't see him breathe. 

In retrospect, you knew you were being stupid.  But fear was irrational, and you were pretty certain you hadn’t seen him breathe for more than one minute. It was really, really starting to scare you.

“Diego?” You called out and scooted closer to him. “Baby? Are you alright?” You asked, uncertainty lacing your voice, as you shook his shoulders a little bit.

“Diego...” You called louder, and still no response. You sat up and leaned over him. You were powerless against the onslaught of negative thoughts flooding your mind. You rested your hand on his chest, shaking harder.

He still didn’t move. Didn’t twitch. Nothing. He remained unmoving and you didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Calm down... Calm down. Everything is alright....” you repeated like a mantra, as you willed yourself to remain composed. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

He was just sleeping, right? Right?! He had come home late last night. He was exhausted. The only thing he did was to collapse on the bed and passed out promptly after. It was fine. He was just sleeping, but what if...? what if...? "

"Diego, please.” You were getting desperate here. You pressed two fingers against his pulse point and waited fifteen seconds. Fifteen long seconds without feeling a pulse point.

“No, no, no, no, NO! DIEGO.” You shouted in panic, all trace of composure gone. You could barely see his face anymore with the tears welling up in your eyes, blurring your vision. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest any minute now. “DIEGO!!” You yelled again, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, shaking him with a brutality you barely even thought you were capable of. You were determined to shake him back to life if you had to.

“Wh...WHAAAT?!” Diego yelled... jostling awake, panic evident on his face. He almost knocked his head against yours in his haste to sit up, wide eyes frantically searching for yours. “What’s happening?”

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME DIEGO ?! You were asleep the whole time..." You yelled back, words rushing out of your mouth in pure frustration before you could stop them.

He blinked, taken aback, mouth dropping open, chest heaving, then blinked another time. Once. Twice. Before replying in a hesitant voice "...yes?" He looked at you, confused. "What's going on?"

You snapped... A loud laugh bubbled out of your throat. You could feel your lips quiver. And the dam broke. Big, fat tears rolled down your cheeks, followed by a series of sobs, wracking through your body, shaking your frame with the strength of it. You knew you were scaring Diego, but you couldn't control yourself anymore. Relief had crashed onto you like a tidal wave, and there was nothing you could do against the sudden rush of emotions.

Diego was quick to gather your in his arms, helping you straddle his lap. He cupped your face in his hands, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. "Princesa, you're scaring me. What's happening?"

“I'm sorry... I'm sorry” You whispered, body melting against his. "You weren't breathing... I thought you - I thought you were --" you trailed off unable to finish your sentence. You were trembling like a leaf, grabbing onto your boyfriend as if he was your lifeline.

"Shhh....shhh... I'm here, I'm fine, I'm here baby." Diego repeated like a mantra to soothe you. Somehow, it was working. You could feel the tension draining from your body, with each soft stroke of hand through your hair.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, head dropping on his shoulders, as he continued his ministrations. A peaceful silence settled between you. You knew Diego was dying to know what had happened. You couldn't blame him. You had startled him awake, shouting and crying. You were trembling like a leaf wetting his naked chest with the tears running down your face as you tried to regain a semblance of dignity. And yet, he was silent, giving you the time and the space you needed to process the whole thing.

“I thought you were dead, you dumbass.” You said after a while, a humorless chuckle slipping past the barrier of your lips. 

"I don't understand..." If Diego hadn't convinced you were insane, yet, today probably did the trick.

“It's stupid. I panicked... I mean you weren't moving at all. It looked like you weren't breathing.” You pulled back to look at Diego, eyebrows furrowing as a look of understanding crossed his face. "I mean I tried to check for a pulse." You added as an afterthought pressing your fingers on his neck like you did a few minutes ago.

"Huh huh." he nodded, biting his lips to keep from laughing. "Princesa, my pulse point is here." He moved your fingers to his actual pulse point, a cocky smirk stretching on his lips when he took in your embarrassment. You had to concede, his ability not to laugh at you was impressive...Or so you thought. He didn't last a minute before bursting into peals of laughter. "It's okay, baby. It's just not your area of expertise." He placated you, slipping two fingers under your chin and captured your lips in a long suave kiss. He wasn't even fighting fair, how could you possibly get annoyed with him?

Before you could object, he continued. “Y'know how I can throw knives with deadly precision?” You nodded, barely resisting the urge to say ’duh’, because really, how could you possibly forget about your boyfriend uncanny ability?

And even though you grew up knowing, hearing, reading and even watching the prowess of the umbrella academy on TV, you still had trouble wrapping your mind around the fact that your boyfriend had superpowers. He looked so blase about the whole thing. "-- turns out I can hold my breath as long as I want to". He said syllables stretching as he yawned. Hold up. What?! You must have looked as baffled as you felt because Diego felt the need to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” He offered with a chuckle. You could only shake your head, baffled, a fond smile gracing your lips. “Can anything surprise me with you Hargreeves’ anymore?” You teased, playfully pinching Diego's stomach. “Meanwhile… I can’t find your pulse.” You laughed, rolling your eyes when you saw the reproachful look your boyfriend was giving you, grabbing the offending hand, and pressing his lips to the back of it, eyes shining with amusement.

"You're pretty skilled with band-aids though..." He offered, and pinched your nose, as he noticed your pout. "Everyone has their weakness ... Superman and kryptonite. You and anatomy --”

"You and needles"

"Oh... Went straight for the jugular, didn't you? I mean, wherever you think the jugular is." He laughed, falling back on the bed.

"Nope, I'm canceling today. It's just not happening." You declared. The smile tugging at the corners of your lips betraying your mirth. “It’s too early for you to be this sassy, babe.” you rolled your eyes and moved from your comfortable place on Diego's lap to bury yourself under the covers. Well, that's what you tried to do, but Diego was quicker. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back against him.

"Oh no, no... You don't get to wake me up like that, and then fall back asleep." He said in between chuckles, completely ignoring your weak protests. You were determined to fall back asleep or you would die trying, so you flipped on your stomach, and buried your head in the pillows, letting out a soft sigh, as your body melted against the mattress.

"Princesa." You felt more than heard the words whispered against your neck, sending shudders down your spine. "Don’t make me fight dirty.” Those words were the only warning you got before the onslaught of tickles begun.

“Alright! Alright! You won.” You squealed in a breathless laugh, rolling on your back trying to shy away from Diego’s hands. In a desperate act, you grabbed the pillow you beneath you, brandishing it over your head. “Don’t make me turn this into a pillow fight, Hargreeves! You won’t win this time.” You threatened, a mischievous smile stretching on your lips. It was only when you saw Diego’s matching grin that you realized that today was going to be a long day.

Taglist: @mrsdiegohargreeves @mina175  @awesometheydontknowiamhere

If you want me to add you to the list, hit me up ;) 

[fmdminji]

* ⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀ hello, sweet loves ! guess who ?? it’s 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 and i’m back at it again with a second muse, and to some of you, she may seem familiar at first glance ! so, without further ado, i’d like to introduce you to my beautiful babe, 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈, wish’s leader, and main vocal. i’ve based her slightly on my first ever muse in this group, yeo yeoreum, but i’ve updated her, and revised her, so that she’s more well-rounded in my eyes ! below the cut, you’ll be able to find a tl;dr version of her biography, some fun facts that weren’t mentioned in her bio, as well as some plot ideas ! if you’re interested in writing with us, don’t forget to 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 in the corner so i can message you. love you all v much !

* ⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀ BIOGRAPHY HIGHLIGHTS !

born in seoul, south korea to a single mother in seoul, south korea, minji’s upbringing wasn’t like many others in her class. she, her grandmother, and her mother all lived in a two bedroom apartment, and while the two women in her life worked hard to provide a great life for her, she was often dragged along to both of their jobs; finding a deep love for books, films, and television dramas, from a young age ! after all, she had to find little ways to entertain herself, so when she wasn’t keeping her nose tucked between the pages of a novel, she was lost in a land of fantasy; one where she was often the princess, and she was being rescued by a prince — a man that would save her from this lonesome upbringing. her obsession with romance started at an alarmingly early age, and by the time she was eight, she found herself filling up pages of diaries with love letters to boys in her class; keeping all of them a deep-dark secret from everyone !

however, when she was about to go and give her most coveted crush a valentine she’d saved a lot of money ( you know, a lot of money for an elementary schooler ) to buy, she was interrupted by another girl who, essentially, swooped in and stole her man, hah. the amount of jealousy and rage that flooded through her in that moment was so immense that, even to this day, those feelings of jealousy and wrath ( two of the deadliest sins to exist ) still have never left her, and unfortunately, they’re two of her most fatal flaws. that, and well, being almost desperate for a chance to fall in love with someone.

her teenage years were fairly mild, too, but every time she became entangled in a loving romance, she’d ruin it time after time for being controlling, possessive, and jealous, and it was hard for her to not only keep love interests for long periods of time, but her friends often found her hard to be around, too. her emotions were intense, and to be honest, all of them would find her exhausting to be around after awhile. so, even though she was able to make friends, they often left her alone, too, and the reason she was so attached to keeping men in her life is because she’s never had a father, nor any positive male influence, in her whole life. so, she uses romance as something to fill this void inside her.

though, when she was fourteen, she went with her mother to see a concert of decipher’s — a new boy group who had just débuted. they became her latest obsession, and her mom used money she’d saved up to treat her daughter to a day of fun together. though, while there, she was decided by bc entertainment scouts. her beauty is what made her standout, but when she auditioned, they realized she had a big voice, but little to no idea how to use it. so, after a private audition, they offered her a trainee spot.

her trainee experience was... rough. during this process, she learned to better control her voice, and she even picked up on how to play the piano pretty well, but after awhile, she got a bit bored with everything, so she made the bold decision to ignore the dating ban put in place and start playing the field. this is when she met her first love ( wanted connection ! ) and they began a relationship together that lasted a good while. he was in line to début in knight, and she was set to join the group now known as lipstick, but while the girls’ lineup was being finalized, they caught onto the two of them, and her punishment was that she wouldn’t début as lipstick’s lead vocal, as she was once told. they also forced her to end the relationship she was in, and her heart was broken.

so, in bc she remained, and she learned a lot about herself in those moments. not only did she get into trouble for even being in a relationship, but her jealousy continued to rise up back then, too, and she’d bully her fellow trainees — really, anyone who even dared to talk to her now ex-boyfriend while they were dating. deciding that she needed to focus on herself and her career so she could help her mother and grandmother out in the future, she quit screwing around and got to work, and later went on to début as wish’s main vocalist, and leader.

things started out well, but a few years in, she was beginning to realize that, while many of the other girls in her group were gaining traction and immense popularity, she was somehow falling behind. with hana now starring in dramas, sooyeon releasing tons of solo material, and now june about to make a solo début, too, her jealous rage is kicking in again. she went from a loving leader to someone that’s overwhelmed with envy for her own members, lol. so, that’s where she’s at now... wanting to kill all the girls in her own group that are more popular while she slowly starts to compete with them.

* ⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀ FUN LITTLE FACTOIDS !

as mentioned before, minji knows how to play the piano, and towards the end of her trainee years, she began writing her own little songs for fun; she has a few done and complete. she doesn’t really think she’s much of a composer / producer, no, but she aspires to write her own solo music when the time comes for her to make a début.

ever since wish was able to make their own individual social media accounts, she’s taken that allowance in stride, and has become quite popular on instagram ! she not only posts beautifully edited photos of herself, and her surroundings, but she’s also known to post acoustic, piano-led covers of songs she loves.

she currently feels as though she’s not getting as many lines on wish’s tracks as she was in the beginning, and hates that she’s really only there to hit all the high notes and call it a day, lol. she wants to be trusted with more than what she’s given, tbh.

not very surprisingly, she’s been involved in a few dating scandals in her past career, but shockingly, they weren’t true, and since her début, she hasn’t really had a serious bf.

* ⠀⠀ ♡ ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀ LITTLE LIST OF PLOT IDEAS !

as denoted above, i’d looove to see her first love plot taken up ! i’ve envisioned the spot being taken by a member of knight, especially if they trained in bc from 2009-2012. they débuted first, so bc wasn’t able to truly punish them as badly as they were able to punish her. however, if you’re interested in this plot, and your muse isn’t a member of knight, but instead a member of charm, we can try to make that work somehow, too !

also mentioned above, she was a bit of an asshole to other girls while she trained from 2009-2012, and she softened slightly from 2012-2015. i’d love to see a plot where your muse was one of those girls she was really harsh to, and she’s had to try to make amends to her for it. in my eyes, this plot would make most sense if your muse is a member of lipstick, but we can see if we can make it work if your muse is in wish, too !

additionally, i’d love for her to have a best friend — male, female, or whatever else. this is someone who isn’t afraid to call her out when she’s acting like a brat, and though she gets so frustrated by that, she also appreciates it a whole helluva lot. their relationship will be really sweet, and they’ll be almost brutally honest with each other, but everything said is only out of love and respect, as they’d never want to truly wound one another.

i’d geek out really hard if like, your muse ( a member of decipher ) just so happened to be minji’s bias in the group, as she’s an avid fan, and she has a mad crush on them, and they either exploit how she feels about them and toy around with her, or they just avoid her at all costs because she’s... a bit much for them. that, or really, we can discuss other options if those two things wouldn’t fit your muse. i just think it’d be fun !

it’s no secret that my bbg loves love, and at one point in time, she became curious to know if she was interested in women, too. she tried to date your muse ( female-locked ) for awhile, but it didn’t work out, so she ended up breaking up with them. it could’ve ended really horribly and your muse hates her now, or they could be good friends. it’s up to your and how your muse would react to being led on by a confused straight girl.

being that minji dabbles in writing her own lyrics and playing the piano, i’d looove for her to have a producer friend, or partner of sorts, that’d start a soundcloud account with her. they’d release their own lo-fi, soft songs there, whether they be solos or duets, and it’d just be a really creative, fun-loving relationship. this could lead to a romance, or they could just remain close friends and creative partners; either option is fine with me !

speaking of romance: i’d love some people who really love playing with her heart, or who just use her for sex, and run the fuck away from her when she gets too attached.

the flip-side of that: i’d love for a guy, or girl really, to be really interested in her, but she’s too blind to see it, and instead, using them as like, a personal diary and spills all of her feelings to them about other people all the time. she doesn’t realize they have feelings for her, and it kills them when she talks about other people all the time, but they’re too afraid to really say anything to her rip.

i’d also like for her to have some lowkey fwb relationships, too. i just can’t promise that she won’t daydream about getting married to your muses, but you know... lol.

additionally, if you’re interested in discussing a more personalized, end-game romance plot that’s a slower burn, or something that burns up a little fast and they’re now stuck in a mess together, or whatever else, i’m open for discussions too ! don’t be afraid to let me know and we can talk about it a lot more !

[zoesmcsmstuff]

What if Lukas' eyes slowly turned red as PAMA regained control?

(tbh with my headcanon PAMA is in Lukas’ head but she’s literally become a part of him at the back of his head and she doesn’t really have the desire to “take control” because she kind of already is in control but we can have PAMA taking control Intensely)Jesse was a little upset with Lukas. It was over a little thing, but he’d used up all the milk and he couldn’t have his tea earlier. He was just going to be passive aggressive until the shops opened and he could go get some more. Lukas was fast asleep in bed still, Jesse had gotten an early start. Lukas had been up late writing, as usual...“Ugh.” Jesse set his head down on the table before grabbed his wallet to start walking to Beacon Town. Better earlier than late.--Jesse went through the markets, hoping the local dairy farmer would be selling fresh milk today. It wasn’t going to be the freshest stuff, just the leftovers from the past few days. He huffed and rolled his eyes.While he was making his way through the markets, someone pushed their way through the crowds, wide eyed and panting. “Jesse--! Jesse! Hey!” It was a blonde girl, who keeled over as she reached him.“Hey, hey, what’s happening?” Jesse helped the poor girl up.“The-- the mine’s infested with zombies and lots and lots of monsters...” The girl panted, heaving for breath. “We can’t f-figure... out where they’re coming from...”“I’ll come help, don’t worry.” Jesse’s mind immediately snapped to what he needed to do, beginning to jog on the spot. “Lead the way...!”--What a DAY. It was night and Jesse had some milk, but he was quickly jogging home. He’d discovered one of the miners had opened up a dungeon and found multiple spawners by accident, causing the mine to be flooded with zombies. Destroying the spawners, closing up the tunnels to the dungeon rooms, and cleaning up everything had taken all day...He didn’t even leave a note for Lukas before he left, and he was a little worried. He wasn’t exactly mad anymore...He approached the house down the lit path, quickly rushing inside to drop the milk inside, calling out to Lukas.“I’m home!” He shouted, hoping to hear a rush of footsteps or something. But nothing but silence.Jesse felt a little worried. Did he go out somewhere looking for him? He put the milk and everything in the fridge before going outside, having heard some sounds.His eyes were drawn behind the house where there was a lot of light. He headed closer, seeing the large section of grass behind their house had been converted into farmland, surrounded by a fence, and lit by torches. Rows of wheat with water running between them. Did Lukas make all this in one day?Jesse saw movement on the field and spotted Lukas kneeling in the dirt by the edge of a fence on the other side of the field, just sowing some seeds.“Hey, Lukas!” Jesse ran over to the fence where he was with a big grin on his face. “I’m sorry I had to leave so early-”Lukas was just staring down at his work, doing it with a careful but swift precision. All the seeds were carefully aligned…Lukas remained silent as he planted each seed carefully, but with a surprising speed. Jesse blinked and tried calling his name."Lukas...?"Lukas didn't respond. He didn't even flinch for a moment."Look, I'm sorry I just had to leave, I..." He trailed off as Lukas just didn't respond.“Come on..." He reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder.Lukas didn't respond, acting as if his hand wasn't there."Are you okay...?"Yet again, no response. Jesse tried to grab his arm. "Listen to me."Lukas froze and quickly twisted his arm off. Something was seriously wrong.Jesse took a few steps back and anxiously bit his lip, wondering what he'd done. Did something happen...?When Lukas got to the end of the row, he stood up and immediately stepped over the fence, making a straight line, walking past Jesse. His face was expressionless, but Jesse caught the deep dark rings under his eyes.Jesse walked alongside him, mumbling his name again. He let his hand brush against Lukas', but if he took it, he wouldn't even notice.He followed him right up to their room, just staying behind the door. Lukas wordlessly pulled the covers back, lay down, and pulled them back over himself. He stared at the ceiling.Jesse crept closer, just laying beside him, on top of the covers. He tried to snuggle him as they usually did, but Lukas didn't budge. His eyes just shut.A part of him felt like he was still going to be like this when he woke up. He too was exhausted and felt hot ears in his eyes, although he got up and grabbed a chair and some rope. When Lukas woke up that morning, he could try putting him on the spot and talking to him.Jesse didn't have much experience in tying ropes, but he'd sat Lukas, fast asleep, on a chair at the side of the room, grabbed some ropes and tried to loop them around him a few times, binding his arms to his side and tying the ropes at the back.He took a few steps back, seeing the poor man was leaning to the left a lot, his head drooping slightly. Jesse decided that was the best he could do and went to curl up alone in the cold bed.--When Jesse awoke, the sun was just breaking over the horizon. He and Lukas had built a window in their room for the purpose of waking them up every sunrise. Jesse squinted as the sun entered the room, being woken up gently. Morning. Much better than an alarm clock, Lukas had said.Wait, Lukas.Jesse sat up immediately, his eyes going to the chair. He felt his heart jump a little once he saw Lukas staring at him expressionless, but wide awake from his chair."Lukas--!" Jesse called, immediately shooting up from bed, going over to him with a big grin. "How are you feeling?""Could you please untie me?" Lukas asked, his eyes still blank. His voice was still a relative monotone."Actually, I just want to know what happened last night." Jesse folded his arms. "I mean, not responding to me talking or anything.""I was busy." Lukas replied, a short and vague answer. "You... you aren't mad or anything, are you?" Jesse still felt a little guilty about that."Of course I'm not mad." Lukas squirmed against the ropes. "Please release me...""Just because you were busy doesn't mean you had to ignore me..." Jesse's voice went a bit quiet."You were disrupting what I was doing. I could not have my productivity interrupted.""Lukas..." Jesse tapped his foot."I had planned perfect efficiency, and conversation was not part of the plan." Lukas spoke, seemingly without a hint of emotion.Jesse had seen Lukas go pretty deep into his efficiency mode. Staying up late writing, doing work around the house at utmost productivity, making dinner quickly as possible… but he hadn't ever seen him this deep in it.“How are you feeling now, Lukas?” Jesse asked, folding his arms.“I need to tend to the plants immediately.” Lukas replied, staring up at him.“You don't have to right now…”“It's what's most efficient, Jesse.” Lukas sort of glared. The glare surprised Jesse a bit, an actual expression!Jesse went to the closet, pulling out a journal. “It's your old journal, remember this?” He sat down on the bed, opening the pages, before deciding to lay down as he read it out loud.“I'm trapped in this mansion with a sea of zombies outside, a killer on the loose among us, and death traps at every corner. I don't know if I'll make it out alive but I found this empty journal so I'm writing the events of what's currently happening to keep calm.” Jesse read, watching Lukas struggle against the ropes.“Let me… go.” Lukas hissed, squirming.Jesse read on through the book. He was going to draw Lukas back out with this somehow.After half an hour of reading, he noticed Lukas had stopped struggling against the ropes. He just listened, still mostly blank faced.Lukas eventually just listened politely as Jesse read their experiences they had out loud to him, although eventually the journal came to the place where it ended.Jesse closed it with a fond smile. Although this thing would never be published, he felt it was just as special as everything else he'd written. “Feeling any better?” He asked in a soft voice.Lukas seemed to perk up a bit, expression having returned slightly to his face. “A bit.” He cracked a tiny smile which faded after a second.Jesse swung his legs down to stand up, bending over a little by Lukas to kiss his forehead. Lukas didn't respond for a second before going quite pink and blinking twice.“How about I get the ropes off…?” Jesse felt a teensy bit bad about that, going behind him to untie the thick knot. Within a few seconds, the ropes fell down. “There.”Lukas got to his feet slowly, as if unsure. Where to now, exactly? He seemed a little confused.“I’ll get you something to eat…” Jesse took his hand and slowly pulled him out of the room. Lukas followed along, somewhat dazed.

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Sunday Morning (Drabble)

Characters: You & Namjoon (Rapmon) Genre: idk tbh Word Count: 602 Author’s Note: I just wrote this like in thirty minutes while waiting for my alarm to go off since I woke up before it. This is based on one of those “awkward meetings” aus.

You braced yourself at the harsh wind hitting your skin during this cold, Autumn morning. You shiver as you trudge your way back to your apartment, exhausted with an aching body from the messy hookup the night before. If you knew you were going to end up in a stranger’s bed, you wouldn’t have went with the short dress and heels. Honestly, a white shirt, jeans, and a pair of Converse probably would have gotten you laid at this party anyway. At least you would have been walking home in comfort.

You check the time on your phone for how long you’ve been walking. It’s been about fifteen minutes and you had about five more until you reach your building. You slow your pace. You were close to home and you haven’t ran into anyone at all. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

From the distance, you hear leaves crunching under swift strides. You casually turn your head to see the top student from your math class, Namjoon. You never took him for the party type, but you most definitely saw him downing shots last.

He notices you and slows his pace when he catches up to you. He gives you an awkward smile. “Hey.”

You continue to keep your arms wrapped around yourself, your head bowed as the wind blew hard at your faces. “Hey.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as the two of you walked in the same direction. You’ve never really interacted with each other except for the one time you asked him for help with classwork.

“Some party last night, huh?” Namjoon spoke up.

You laugh out of embarrassment and rub your arms. “Yeah.”

Namjoon suddenly takes off his jacket and places it on your shoulders. “It’s pretty cold this morning, here.”

You don’t reject his offer. You’ve been freezing your ass off for almost twenty minutes. It’s a little too late since you’re almost home, but any warmth would be fine at this point.

You see the dark hickie on his neck that the jacket’s collar had been hiding. I guess super smart kids do get some too. Good for him. You silently nod to yourself in approval.

You quickly enter the building, noticing Namjoon followed you in. This catches you off by surprise, but you don’t say anything. The two of you enter the elevator and you press the button for your floor; Namjoon doesn’t move. The ride up was quiet. You kept making awkward eye contact with him. What is he planning?

The elevator arrives at your floor and he follows you as you step off. Your heart begins to race with multiple scenarios flooding your head. Is he following me home? Is it because I accepted his jacket? You’re already planning ways to get yourself out of a possible troublesome situation.

The two of you walked down to the end of the hall, to where your appartment was. As you fumbled with your keys, you noticed he had already stopped walking. You hesitantly turn your head to see he had stopped at the door next to yours and was proceeding to open it up.

“You can return my jacket in class tomorrow, neighbor.” He gave you a sleepy grin and walked into his apartment. “Good night.” He closed and locked the door behind him.

You bang your head on your door when you finally get the key in the lock. You sigh and laugh to yourself for being so paranoid for worrying about someone as sweet as Namjoon, who selflessly gave up his jacket to someone he’s talked to once.

“Good night, Namjoon.”