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jaeyums · 1 year ago

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Just One More (Part 11)

Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)

Word Count - 3k

Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything

Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.

A/N - part two yippeee :3 sorry it was so late loll

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You slowly open your eyes, immediately closing them again in pain as your head throbs.

“Holy fuck.”

Is all you’re able to say, as you try again to open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry. You reach for where your water bottle sits on your nightstand, only to find an empty space.

You continue to feel around the nightstand only for your eyes to fully adjust, and for you to realize this night stand is black rather than the off white colour you’re used to.

This shock wakes you up fully in a matter of seconds, and you look around an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed.

“Holy fuck.”

You repeat, the reality of your situation setting in. After a moment of processing, you quickly toss away to sheets, and sigh in relief as you see that all your clothes from the previous night are still on.

You check the other side of the bed hesitantly, patting on a puffy part of the blanket, only for it to sink down upon your touch.

Saying a small thank you to the universe, you climb out of the bed, and walk towards the door. You wrap your hands around the handle and push.

It doesn’t budge.

You twist and push again, still nothing. You try again with your whole body weight pressing against the door, only to here a groan come from the other side.

“Fuck, give me a second, would ya.”

A grumpy voice can be heard through the door.

“Haechan?”

You ask tentatively. Opening the door with ease after hearing a body shuffle out of the way.

“In the flesh.”

He says leaning against the other side of the hallway.

“Why did you sleep outside?”

“I knew you’d end up in my bed eventually , but I excepted me to be joining you. So I think the better question is why did you sleep inside, inside my room. ”

You tilt your head, that is a good question actually. You try to think back to last night, only for the sinking realization that you can’t remember much past the game of truth or dare.

“Oh god, what happened last night.”

Your voice slightly panicked. So many different scenarios start flipping through your head, like a disturbing film reel.

He just laughs looking entertained and surprisingly handsome for someone who slept on the floor all night.

“Does this mean you don’t remember our deal? Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed. No worries though, I remember the deal, so it’s no issue.”

“You made a deal with me while I was blacked out? You totally took advantage of me.”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“If I actually wanted to take advantage of you, I could’ve. You were a mess.”

His words sting, a darkness in his eyes almost consuming you. Though, when he sees your face drop even more, he sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance and starts to explain.

“Not that long after truth or dare you locked yourself in here and told me to guard the door ‘with my life’.”

Now you look more confused than upset.

“Why would I do that?”

You wonder aloud.

“If I had to guess, it might’ve been from the fact that everyone here wanted to talk to you. Jaemin, Jeno, Chenle, Mark. You won’t alone for more than a second before someone wanted to steal you away.”

Something hangs between the lines as he speaks, a negative emotion your hungover state can’t place it’s finger on.

“Okay…so what was the deal?”

You’re almost scared to ask.

“That you’ll come to my next party.”

He smiles widely, he finds himself hilarious.

“Are you serious.”

“Dead, but the next one isn’t here, it’s at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend and the pool there is sick.”

“A pool party?”

He nods, pushing himself off the wall to move closer to you.

“Now how about you scamper on home. You’ve had a long night.”

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The next day while on facetime with your friend, you decide to tell her about the party. She’s half listening while doing her makeup, but when you mention Haechan she freezes.

“Wait did you say Haechan? Like Lee Haechan? Tall? Black hair? Sarcastic? Sexy?”

“Uh yeah? Why?”

You ask confused, but by the expression on her face, your know whatever your friend is about to say is bad news.

“Y/n he is a known fuckboy. Like he’s in a frat for godsake. You need to be careful around him, I’m serious.”

You roll your eyes annoyed.

He’s Mr. pump and dump, smash and dash, ejaculate and evacu-“

“okay okay I get it, thank you,”

You cut her off, getting the message loud and clear.

“I wasn’t planning on getting with him, don’t worry. He couldn’t get close even if he tried.”

“Didn’t you just say you blacked out and slept in his bed.”

“Okay shut up, it won’t happen again.”

She nods, looking unconvinced. You two continue to chat until you get another call, this time from an unsaved number.

“Wait I’m getting a call, gimme a sec.”

You answer the call bringing your phone to your ear.

“Hello? This is y/n right?”

“Uh yes, speaking?”

“It’s me, don’t get too excited.”

You sigh, his familiar voice teasingly heard through the phone.

“How did you get my number, Haechan.”

“You gave it to me when you were drunk.”

“No I didn’t.”

There’s a long pause.

“…I got it off Jisung’s phone.”

That definitely makes more sense, you know you were black out, but there was no chance you would have given Haechan your number.

“I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming to the party tonight? I’m already at the place getting stuff ready, it’s gonna be lit.”

“Do I have to go?”

You whine, hoping he’ll take some sympathy on you from how tired you sound.

“Yup! See you then.”

You hear a long tone, signalling he’s hung up. Fine, you’ll go to his pool party, but he never said anything about actually swimming. You do enough of that at work anyways.

Calling back your friend, you quickly update her on who called and what he said. She gave you a worried look, warning you again to be careful.

With the closet doors swung open, you start shifting through your clothes trying to pick an outfit. You get an idea, turning back to your phone.

“Wait, why don’t you just come with me? That way you can keep an eye on this whole Haechan thing and we can have fun for once.”

“Can’t I have an opening shift tomorrow.”

You groan in response, turning back to your closet in defeat.

“Whatever I didn’t even want you to go anyways.”

You tease.

The two of you continue to joke around, her giving you advice on what to wear and you modelling your options.

You end up settling on short denim shorts, paired with a white baby tee. With everything said and done, you tell her good bye before grabbing your keys and heading out to the party

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The house is bigger than you ever would’ve imagined and it is jumping. This party was massive, especially compared to his previous party. People had gathered all over the property, some on the front lawn, some on a balcony up above you head.

You shift your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling nervous. Once again you feel the need to find Haechan, rationalizing your thoughts by saying it’s only to ensure he knows you held up your side of the deal. You were an hour late so he’s probably wondering where you are, right?

You’re barely two steps into the house when you hear someone call your name.

“Y/n! Get your ass over here, love.”

Jeno stands next to Chenle and Mark, the three of them already holding red solo cups.

“Go grab a drink.”

Jeno gestures with his head towards where the kitchen must be located. You shake your head with an awkward smile.

“I can’t drink, and I’m serious this time. I drove here.”

The boys look a little disappointed but nod in understanding. They continue to talk amongst each other, but you can’t listen, your eyes scanning the crowd nonstop.

Mark interrupts your search with a smirk.

“Looking for someone special?”

He teases, but you can tell he already knows who your dying to see.

“He’s outside, near the pool.”

With that you say goodbye, telling them you’ll be back in a bit, and head off towards the backyard.

The music is just as loud outside as it is inside, your ears still not fully adjusted. The pool itself is quite big as well, although there are very few people actually swimming. Most of them just sitting along the edge talking, only dipping there feet in.

The familiar smell of chlorine tickles your nose and you do a quick scan of the pool, simply out of habit when you notice a boy bobbing a bit in what you assume to be the deep end.

“Oh god please don’t actually be drowning.”

You whisper to yourself, your eyes still locked onto him, he was clearly struggling but you were having a hard time figuring out if it was just a prank or if he was really sinking.

Suddenly his head dips bellow the surface and doesn’t return, and you spring into action, running to the edge closest to him and diving in.

Under the water you can see him, still struggling, but his eyes slowly closing. You hook your arms around his, securing him in your grasp, and pinching his nose with your other hand. You kick back to the surface, your lungs starting to burn.

Returning to the surface, you see a couple boys waiting at the edge, you shout instructions to them as you tow the boy in their direction.

Ordering them on how to lift him out, you plunge back into the water, sitting the boy on your shoulder. You tap the deck three times, signalling to the boys to pull him up, and you push him upwards as hard as you can.

They drag him away from the pool and you climb out quickly, following them. You’re fully locked in, having done this a hundred times.

Sitting next to him as he coughs, you run through your typical checklist. He turns out to be relatively fine, just a stupid victim of drinking and swimming, something that should never mix.

As you continue to talk to him, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Haechan staring at you with such intensity you almost flinch.

“I saw everything, are you okay?”

“Of course, I mean it’s always a little scary but I’m fine. I’m more worried about him.”

“He’s fine, just an idiot. Here, let’s get you dried off.”

You now remember that you’re not actually wearing your guarding uniform. Looking down, you realize your white shirt has become completely see through, sticking to your body, your red bra on full display.

“Yeah okay, thank you.”

With that he grabs your hand and leads you through the party to his bedroom upstairs, weaving between people in crowded places.

“This is my room, head inside. I’ll be right back.”

You open the door hesitantly, turning back for his reassurance, but he has already disappeared. You walk inside to see his room is surprisingly neat. It’s pretty big too, with posters lining his walls, he even has a balcony that overlooks the backyard.

You notice a mirror attached to his closet and walk over to see how much of a mess you look right now. Your mascara is ruined, running down your face like you just watched the saddest movie ever. You hair is soaked, it looks almost intentionally slicked back, except for a stray strand or two.

While fussing with it, you hear the door open, but you pay Haechan no mind as he enters, closing the door behind him. You’re much too occupied fixing your hair.

He comes behind you, brining his head next to yours, staring at your reflection with darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty.”

He whispers, bringing his hand around the opposite side of your head to smudge some of the black staining your cheeks.

“What I wouldn’t give to make your mascara run like this”.

You feel your face heat up, your stomach doing a flip from to his words and touch. You swat his hand away, turning your face.

“Shut up, Haechan.”

He just smirks, and hands you a folded towel. You hastily take it and walk over to his connected bathroom. You lock the door behind you and undress.

The shower itself is heavenly. The water on your skin had became cold, so the heat of the water pouring down felt amazing. You wash your hair and do your best to rid your face of the racoonish look it’s taken.

You finally finish, wrapping the towel just below your shoulders once you’re dry. You reach for your clothes before realizing they’re still soaked. It had completely slipped your mind that you’d need new clothes.

You tentatively open the door, peaking your head around the room. You see Haechan laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. You call out to him, and he looks up, his eyes instantly devouring you.

“I uh, could I borrow some clothes? Mine are still wet.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, still taking you in. Finally, he gets up, and walks over to his closet.

“Lemme see what I have, I might have some old sweatpants that might fit.”

He ends up picking black sweat pants and a matching black long sleeve, tossing both to you. You catch them with one hand, not daring to let go of the towel.

Slipping back into the bathroom, you quickly change. You check out your new outfit in the bathroom mirror. Both items are way too big for you. Even though the shirt is massive it somehow still hugs the curves of your breasts. You don’t love the fact that you have nothing on underneath Haechans clothes.

You step back into his room where he’s waiting for you.

“How do the pants fit?”

You pull up the shirt slightly with one hand, and pull up the sweats with the other, before dropping them, demonstrating how they drop down landing just below your hip bones.

“What do you think?”

You ask sarcastically. He let’s out a little laugh at your demonstration, stepping closer.

“Here let me help.”

He grabs the waist of the pants, rolling them up once then twice. His fingers ghosting your bare waist in the process. When he finishes, his hands still remain. You can’t help but hyper focus on his touch, on how his warm hands feel on your skin.

Tension fills the air. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s another pause, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Kiss me already.”

You whisper, it’s barely audible, you would’ve wondered if he had even heard you if he hadn’t already dipped down, meeting your lips with his.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pushes you against the wall, his leg moving to find home between yours.

Your mouths move together unison, you feel yourself falling deeper in his trance. Though, there’s still a small whisper in your head, reminding you of your friends words, her warning.

Before you can pay attention to it, Haechan starts to push your body down on his thigh, guiding you to grind slowly against it. His kisses moving to your neck, causing you to tilt your head back on the wall in pleasure.

A hand snakes up your waist to rest on your breast, his thumb running over your bud delicately. A small moan escapes your lips, and you swear you can feel him smile against the skin of your neck.

He continues to attack your neck, his hand squeezing and massaging your breast rhythmically.

You pull his head back up by his chin to kiss him, your lips were feeling lonely.

He picks you up, and your legs wrap instinctually around his waist. He carries you to his bed, laying you down gently.

His arms resting on either side of your head, he looks down on you like you’re a feast for kings and he is starving.

He gives you quick but deep kiss, before moving down your body. His hand moves to the waist of your sweatpants, but you grab it before he can slide them down your legs.

“Haechan.”

You say breathlessly, staring down at him with puppy-like eyes.

“Yes, y/n?”

“I..I don’t want to move too fast.”

He looks up at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Your innocence is so cute to him.

“Don’t worry princess, you don’t have to move at all. I’ll do all the work.”

He teases, but he still doesn’t move, waiting for your approval to continue.

You bite your lip. Your friend’s warning ringing through your head again.

Fuck it, just one more night with Haechan can’t hurt.

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tags : @snflwrhaerecs4u @ki-aechan @loveforred @whiplashhhh @miniminkis @milimo07 @neocityhoe @90s-belladonna @toroufriteh @renjunniex @chimiwimi @cas104 @dongsookie0606

#idk what im doing #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #nct smut #nct haechan #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #frat boy #haechan x reader #dreamies #toxic #Just One More

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dixons-sunshine · 8 months ago

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Hey! I love your writing and had a Daryl Dixon c reader request if you don’t mind!

So my idea was that maybe the reader and Daryl could have had a long lasting relationship (met at the quarry, got together at the prison, got ‘married’ at some point, ect.) and now there at Alexandria and have lived there for a year or two (negan era never happened).

When Daryl and reader decide to go on a run together, they get taken by a group of raiders and taken to a huge community where they keep prisoners as slaves to work on crops and hard labor. Basically Daryl and reader are put to work for weeks in horrible condition until Rick and the group finally find them and start a war to save them. But before they can be saved, the reader can get caught trying to escape or something to fight back and be punished by being chained to the bottom of a well (it could be a thing that they do when someone rebels to make an example out of them, basically they chain them there and leave them to starve and turn before taking them out.) Daryl could know that that’s what’s going to happen when they take her there but is unable to stop it as they drag him back to the holding cells where the prisoners sleep. Then after a day or two of reader starving and Daryl freaking out it could start raining, like tsunami rain, and Daryl could be in his cell during it and be freaking out (mega Daryl POV angst) that it’s starting to flood and reader is chained to the bottom of a well.

Later, rick and the group can finally show up and start and win the war against the group all while it’s still raining and Daryl is getting more and more anxious for someone to let him out. Finally, the group gets to him and lets him out and he starts sprinting to the place where there are MANY well like holes in the ground and he finally finds the reader in one. But at this point the reader has been swimming for hours as the water is too high for her to touch the ground so Daryl jumps in to help hold her up (she goes basically limp in exhaustion) while the others find something to break the chains around her ankle. But (for extra ANGST) it can start raining harder and the water goes above where the reader can breath while still chained down and drowns before Daryl can break the chains so he has to do CPR when they get her out. EXTRA angst, multiple parts (only if you can and are willing), and a happy ending pls!

I know this is a lot lol, and I 100% understand if you have no want nor time for a story like this but I just felt it would be cool to ask since your writing is so good 👍😁

Anyways, thank you so much for responding to me so quickly! If its not too much to ask though, could you pls let me know if you plan to write it or not? Just so I’m not aimlessly waiting lol, because I literally would 😂 Thank you so much!

Holy nipple butter.

This idea sounds so fucking awesome and I desperately wanna write this, but I just don't have the time right now 😭. However, you did ask me to reach out to you and let you know if I could write this, anon, and it might take me a while, but I promise I'll get to writing this for you eventually! I'm filing this away for later. Thank you so much for this request! And when I do eventually get around to it, it's gonna be a multiple part series. I already have a name picked out and everything :) it's gonna be called “Yielding Isn't My Middle Name”, so be on the lookout for that on my masterlist!

#holy shit this request is on another level #I'm definitely gonna write this at some point #also no negan era? hell yeah #i have a love/hate relationship with negan #krys' asks ★#krys' anons ★#daryl dixon

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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Actually i don't get Reki at all. Like even in the first ep he was worse even than Shadow and i'm not talking abt Cherry, Joe and Adam. And he was ok and loved skating. But like... if your friend is better than you, then you get depressed and making your friend feel guilty abt you not being good enough? I didn't even ship Reki and Langa, they are just giving me only friendship vibes, but i'm still sad, wtf writers did with his character?

Yeah, same. Like, sorry, I just don’t think Reki’s character can be redeemed for me personaly at this point.

Like what should I even stand for in his character? I do not respect his life position at all. Like I dislike Makoto for being a shadow and not wanting anything in his life, but hey, at least he’s genuinely happy for Haru’s success. I adore Rin who never gave up and dove into the hardest challenge possible from the start to get on Haru’s level, cause he wanted to swim with him for the rest of his life and he got there. And then there’s this.. it’s like.. he loves to skate, but apparently not enough, cause his doesn’t want it, if he isn’t the best at it, so he’d rather... not skate at all? He wants to be as cool and on the same level with “naturally talented ones” and wants to compete with Langa, but he doesn’t want to do anything for it or search for his own unique style or smth to beat them in another way? And on top of that he’s also sad about seeing Langa succeeding? The whole thing is... like.. no, thank you?

Like are they really gonna go with the “you made me want to be great at this like you, but if only you are great at this, than screw both you and this?” lolz. Even if they will go with the psychological block bc of his friend’s injury, it’s gonna be lousy af now. It’s like is there even a route left which could make him look...ahem... presentable at this point? Idk.

I also was right about the fact that he’s the type who prolongs the whining instead of doing things, unlike some other characters who were in his position too; realistic maybe he is, but I don’t want it, honestly, like I see such things every day and I do not like it.

From what I’ve seen in the tag some are already trying to apply here like 50 mental disorders to excuse him and stuff like “it’s realistic” and at this point I’m honestly used to people on the internet using mental disorders not for spreading awareness, but bc they’re thinking it’s “trendy”, which is a cringe galore and shame on you. But it still makes me kinda sad all the time. Also there’s nothing unrealistic about not giving up and getting where you want, it’s just harder for, to say, “ordinary” people, that’s why most rarely choose this option (although it’s for you to decide if you’re ordinary or not, cause everyone can be extraordinary, you just need to find it in you). Anyways, drowning in a self pity is not the trait I’ve ever found appealing in people, along with the constant comparing yourself to others.

Sadly many prefer to use these excuses to get out of everything along with being lazy or jealous, esp the young generation. At this point, it’s like the same thing as with this other fandom. Like, sometimes when someone is trying to hit someone because he saw that he’s more talented than him, that just means that he’s an asshole, there’s no need to come up with ridiculous excuses to justify this and try to make him a hero. And sometimes ppl are just jealous, as simple as that. And no, not everyone is like that. At this point ppl on social media are like... fuck your hard-working characters, who are inspired by talent and do not give up on trying to prove yourself even if the whole world is against them. Let’s promote being emo and how it’s okay to spend your life on walking around telling everyone how you’re a useless trash, like this will help you in life.

Also if seeing someone succeed, esp your best friend, makes you sad, might want to reconsider the way of living your life. Just saying.

Also since when you have to be the best just to enjoy doing what you love doing? I’m like... personaly I do not get it. Looking at my vids 10 years ago they look like utter trash, but I tried and tried and yeah, I might not reach some levels of mega talented ppl, but hey, I’m still trying and searching for stuff I can improve all the time and watch talented ppl tutorials like “holy fuck, you can do that?”.

But hey, at least he doesn’t want to only make boards, he wants to compete... (or does he? I’m honestly not sure at this point lol)... I mean, there’s... that. but I thought, when he’s gonna realize it, he’s gonna be back on track, but n.o. xD back to self pity. ok then. Some go like “its only been 3 episodes” and I’m like “this... ain’t a 24 episodes anime tho..(?)”.

So far I’m just confused about what are writers intentions with some characters are. Like the most interesting ones at least for me are technically a background for some reason idk. I was literally sad about the wasted amount of screentime on Reki being.. well, nothing new.

Sad part about this is that people like this also need a constant reassuring to the point of them just sucking your life out of you, too, so I honestly do not know how to deal with this life position. Ppl like this have a tendency to never be happy, so Langa would just have to run after him and feed him with compliments for the rest of his life to water his tiny self-esteem or say smth “don’t give up, don’t give up, fighting”? It’s like... well, ok. Friendship, yeah, but ship? Nah, not for me. Also I do not smell any huge romance there tbh, and from Reki’s side this is all just a mess tbh.

The saddest part was that he saw that Langa won after his yelling and he didn’t care for that. Like Rin was mopping bc he wanted to swim with Haru, so when he saw that Haru wanted to swim with him, too, that was it for him. And that’s the problem all the viewers who watched Free! got hit with while watching this. My DMs are literally all about “why do I not feel anything about them?” or “sometimes cute, but smth doesn’t hit me shipping wise”. Cause I think most expected for some reason that he would also put Langa first, but at the end, they’re not on the same track, bc their priorities are different.

I actually think it was just mistake for all of our Free! hommies including me to go at it from the wrong point of view and from the beginning expecting it shipping wise to be like that one other Utsumi’s work. I mean, she’s just a director there, not also on the storyboard or anything else. Should’ve gone watching it with a clear head. The main ship just does not hit any spots for me either. And my heart does not lie there at all. I do blame Free! for this, cause it’s like impossible to compare bc of those our scenes, I keep seeing, but at the same time, they do not hold up not to the dynamic, not to anything at this point. Like I do not know where they’re going with them, but this is just not my type of a ship in general and definitely not the one I can go crazy about. I honestly do not think 3 episodes can change that. It’s says a lot if at this point I do not even care much for their reconciliation, I’m like.. tell me about the seniors’ drama tho xD So I’ll stick with my side ships.

Also, unrelated to the question, but did Adam seriously just went and hit Cherry with a board in the face?!!!! (THE FUCK DUDE?) Like, this was definitely not how I thought this was gonna go. I also kinda felt like Cherry was in love with Adam in the past. All in all this was like a... strange episode, at this point I just feel sorry for my baby Langa, Joe and Cherry were very cute (esp at the end) and my god Cherry is hot, but like I also want something complex pls, so idk I’m still waiting for the Adam/Tadashi shananigans.

At this point I’m like “I love watching this, but what am I watching?” haha supernatural skating soup opera it is then.

Also I just love Langa my dude, my man. How he’s such a puppy in real life, but so freaking hot when he skates??!!! T_T

#answered #anonymous #sk8 #sk8 the infinity

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whentommymetalfie · 6 years ago

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“Trust me. I’ve got you.”

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A:N Summer time means more time for Art Stuff, so here’s another installment of my 1000-follower celebration. The wonderful fic is by @weeo -thank you for sending me this lovely thing. The fic, along with some additional notes can also be read here. I put a ‘read more’ link in this, because the post was getting so long! Also pls click for high-res action on the art

Weeo: Aesthetic inspirations : The film The Shape Of Water and Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire (Second task in the Black Lake). Musical inspirations : A winged victory for the Sullen - A Symphony Pathetique, Steep Hills of Vicotin Tears and All Farewells are sudden

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Today, the night is restful. Alfie is paddling in the water, occasionally diving into the shallows of the Black Lake, but mostly calmly floating, ears underwater, listening to the peaceful silence. The lake is tiny, but instantly deep when you set a foot inside. There are dark trees all around it, lengthened by thin branches.

After Alfie has resurfaced from one of his multiple dives, he shouts joyfully :

“Come on Tommy. Come with me. Don’t stay all alone on the shore !”

Tommy is smoking, seated on the small pier, an arm around one of his leg. He’s only wearing a partly unbuttoned shirt and his underwear. His other foot dangles in fresh water and wiggles slightly. He’s looking away, toward the starry sky. When Alfie breaks him out of his reverie, he turns his head, but keeps a wistful expression, his mouth still half-opened. He firstly raises an eyebrow. Within a few seconds, he shatters the silence, which was beautified by the lapping on the shore, with his usual cold voice : “You’re alone too.”

Alfie smiles faintly and starts floating on his back. “You’re dull, mate. It’s just so refreshing to swim. Just come enjoy the delightful pleasures of life, Earth offers us, before the devil remembers where we fucking belong !”

“No. I’m fine here.”, Tommy protests, “I don’t wanna be soaked.” He takes a long drag on his cigarette.

“Aw, our little precious boy don’t wanna catch a cold, innit.”, Alfie mocks, “Then, just come a few minutes and get out quickly if you’re freezing. I won’t judge ya for your softness, Tommy.”

Tommy sighs, while rolling his eyes. “Alfie”, he drawls, “I drank too much, I would drown.”

Unconvinced, Alfie swims silently to get closer to Tommy. When he reaches the shore, he leans on the bank. Tommy hasn’t taken his eyes off him all the way. Alfie waves his hand in the air. “Come here on the grass. I wanna show you something.”.

Sceptical, Tommy lifts his eyebrows : “To throw me into the water, I’m not fucking stupid.”.

“I won’t. I swear.” Alfie promised, with a sincere, but concerned look at his lover. Tommy throws his cigarette and slowly stands up. He looks quite irritated. He walks barefoot on the grass, without looking to his direction and sits cross-legged next to Alfie on the bank.

“I just wanna make you listen to something”, Alfie points vigorously at Tommy’s forehead, “that will soothe your tiny head from all that booze you drank, mate. Just take off that pretty shirt of yours.”.

Offended, Tommy objects : “Fucking hell… Are you being serious right now ?”

Alfie gets closer to Tommy and strokes his thigh, as an act of reassurance.

“Yeah, just do it, I promised I won’t throw you into the water. But I don’t get why you’re so upset. You’re looking like a little vampiric cat who’s afraid of being touched by holy water. Don’t be that wary, I won’t force you into anything, love”

Tommy’s face pauses for some seconds and softens slowly. He then hesitantly starts by undoing the first button of his shirt. He looks down toward Alfie, who encourages him with a nod, and unbuttons it completely, before taking it off.

“You’ll have to lay down.” Still partially immersed in the water, Alfie guides Tommy with his hands. “with your head next to me. Yeah, just like that”, Alfie whispers so softly. Tommy is laid down on his back, head on the bank, next to the water and Alfie.

“I know a mad jewish doctor, Tommy, who can heal the damages in your little head.”. Alfie brushes his knuckles on his lover’s temples and subsequently makes his fingers travel on the sharp cheekbones and jawline. Tommy closes his eyes and melts into Alfie’s touches. “Lucky you are today”, says Alfie, “he’s just next to ya.”. Tommy smiles faintly, lifting the corner of his mouth. Alfie gently draws little circles, with his thumb, on Tommy’s cheek.

“It’s way more effective if your body is totally underwater, but since I’m a real magician of the modern medicine…”.

Tommy’s voice is slightly breaking, when he cuts Alfie in the middle of his sentence, to murmur : “I would drown, I said.”. Still leaned on his elbow against the bank and brows confusedly furrow, Alfie doesn’t add anything on this seemingly sensitive case, that he purposely closes to keep up with his speech.

“Imagine Tommy, someone who always hear sounds, annoying, awful sounds, all the fucking time in his ears, and suddenly, he can hear the silence, yeah, a total absence of noises.”. Alfie puts an hand under Tommy’s head and drag him closer. “A jewish friend of mine told me, his head has been harmed in France, just like yours, Tommy. He’s now swimming at least 2 hours every day, because the tiredness helps him a bit to sleep, right, but mostly, for drowning his head underwater.”, he explains carefully. Tommy’s head is now placed just over the water, supported by Alfie’s hand. “Would you like to try too ?”, Alfie asks, to which Tommy answers with a simple “Fine”.

“So, welcome to the great, deep silence, mate.”, he announces. He then immerses half of Tommy’s head, slowly, to avoid frightening him. Only his face is over the water to allow him to breath.

Tommy doesn’t move for several seconds. His tensed features soften really slowly, to the point, that it’s nearly imperceptible. Alfie gazes at him, concern etched in his face. The usually reassuring lapping of the water seems suddenly to taunt him and his silly ideas.

“I wish I could bring back that calm home,” Tommy mutters with his husky voice, while smiling fondly. His words sound like a deep breath of fresh air to Alfie. Tommy doesn’t remove his head from the water and stay there for a moment, his eyes closed, without talking at all.

Alfie takes the opportunity of a deaf Tommy to voice what he guessed since some time : “You thought you fooled me, you silly boy. Nah, nah, nah. I know you’re too proud to just ask for help. How am I supposed to be your pillar, when you hide the rocks to build it, mate ? You can’t swim don’t ya ?”

Feeling his lover moving slightly, Tommy opens his eyes again on Alfie’s last sentence. He instantly lifts his head out of the water : “What were you saying? I couldn’t hear anything.”

“You can’t swim, can ya ?” questions Alfie directly.

Tommy’s pounding heart, which is threatening to explode in tiny pieces, feels suddenly trapped in his chest. His mouth only partially opens, but there is no a sound that can leave it. Sweat begins to appear on his whole body and he’s unable to look Alfie in the eye.

Alfie brings Tommy’s head to his shoulder, to embrace him. He strokes his lover’s hair, as an attempt to comfort him and whispers in his ear : “Eh, Tommy, nothing to worry about, I’ll teach ya and you won’t even be able remember, that you couldn’t at some point”.

Alfie can feel Tommy’s steady breath against his chest. “You usually like to bathe in the little river next to the house. You don’t join me, cause you really don’t want to or cause you can’t ?” Tommy stays silent, ignoring Alfie’s question, although he’s still clinging to him.

“Got it. Do you trust me ?”

Tommy briefly nods against Alfie’s shoulder.

“Eh, look at me.”

Tommy loosens his embrace and meet Alfie’s eyes with difficulties.

“I’ve got you,Tommy. You can follow me.”, he says with a little smile.

Alfie starts to slowly move away of the shore, holding one of Tommy’s hand.

“Trust me. I’ve got you.”

On an impulse, Tommy throws himself unexpectedly into the lake, gripping Alfie’s hand. Alfie looks at Tommy, when they are underwater, admiring his cute way to sink horizontally, eyes tightly closed. He catches the second hand of his lover, then grasps both of his forearms to bring him closer and leaves a loving kiss on his lips.

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