#don’t tell 4991

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The multiverse definitely messed me up but atleast I have 4991. And that’s what I’ll say every cycle until the Decepticons finally win this war and take over the planet and destroy all the humans. When that happens I’ll loose contact with the multiverse except for space bridges straight to different universes. And when that happens things should return to normal. Will they ever?

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 22/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff

Word Count: 4991

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 22 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙

The next week flew by in a blur. Your nausea had finally subsided for the most part, giving you a much-needed break, but the back pain had only gotten worse. Every time you tried to get comfortable, it felt like an impossible task, and Ben had been particularly attentive, massaging your back when he could and making sure you didn’t overexert yourself.

Now, as you sat on the edge of your bed in just your underwear, your growing belly resting on your lap, you watched Ben move around the room, packing both, your suitcase and his. You couldn’t help but marvel at how seamlessly he’d slipped into this caretaker role, not just with you, but with the baby on the way. His large, strong hands folded your clothes with surprising care, and you found it hard not to feel touched by the tenderness in his actions, even if he tried to hide it behind his usual gruffness.

“You still won’t tell me where we’re heading?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow, though there was a teasing smile on your face. You’d asked him multiple times throughout the week, but each time, Ben had given you vague answers or changed the subject, much to your frustration.

Ben glanced over his shoulder at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nope”, he replied simply, continuing to pack. “It’s a surprise. You’ll find out when we get there”.

You huffed, leaning back on your hands, trying to stretch out the ache in your lower back. “You know I hate surprises, right?”.

Ben chuckled, shaking his head as he zipped up one of the suitcases. “I think you’ll like this one”, he said, turning back to you with that cocky, self-assured grin that drove you crazy—but also made you love him more.

You sighed dramatically, though the smile on your face betrayed your true feelings. “I don’t know whether to be excited or nervous”, you muttered, watching as he picked up your favorite dress and carefully placed it in the suitcase.

Ben’s gaze softened slightly as he came over to where you were sitting, his hands resting gently on your shoulders as he bent down to kiss the top of your head. “Trust me”, he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “This trip is going to be good for us. You need a break, and I need to get you somewhere where you can actually relax”.

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt the warmth of his lips against your hair. “Okay”, you whispered, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. “I trust you”.

Ben smiled, pulling back slightly as he continued packing. “Good. Now fucking stop trying to figure it out and just let me take care of everything”.

You shook your head with a laugh, watching him as he moved around the room, effortlessly taking control of the situation.

As Ben continued packing, you watched him with curiosity, leaning back against the pillows. His hands moved deftly, folding clothes and organizing the suitcase. But then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ben made his way to your dresser—the one with your underwear.

You raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly as you watched him open the drawer and start sifting through your lingerie, his grin widening with each piece he pulled out. “Oh, look at that”, he teased, holding up a lacy pink bra between his fingers. “Didn’t know you had this one".

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips. “I’m pretty sure you’ve seen all of them by now, Ben”.

He ignored you, continuing to rummage through the drawer as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “Nah, I don’t remember this one either”, he said, pulling out a pair of matching pink panties and holding them up with mock consideration. “This one’s definitely coming with us”.

“Seriously?”, you asked, laughing as you sat up straighter, watching him pick and choose which pieces of lingerie to pack. “What do you think this trip is, some kind of lingerie fashion show?”.

Ben chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Well, it might be, if I’ve got fucking anything to say about it”. He tossed the pink set into the suitcase and kept looking through the drawer, clearly enjoying himself.

Ben held up a couple of your bikinis, glancing at them with that same mischievous grin still playing on his lips. He turned to you, his eyebrow raised as he examined one particularly small top. “Your tits still fit in these?”, he teased, holding it up in front of him like he was imagining the scene.

You laughed, glancing down at your chest, which had definitely grown during the pregnancy. “Barely”, you shot back, shaking your head as you watched him toss the bikini into the suitcase anyway. “But I guess we’ll see”.

Ben gave you a mock-serious look. “Might have to do some adjustments if they don’t”, he said, not even trying to hide the grin spreading across his face. “But I’m pretty good at adjusting things”.

You slowly got up from the bed, the weight of your growing belly making each movement a bit more careful. As you walked to the bathroom, you could feel Ben’s eyes on you, still smirking like he was planning something mischievous. You grabbed your beauty bag and his smaller, more utilitarian one, shaking your head at how much less he needed compared to you. When you came back, you placed both bags in the suitcase, giving Ben a playful look.

“When’s the flight again?”, you asked casually, as if you weren’t still half-naked in your underwear.

Ben’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, the grin never leaving his face. “In about two hours”, he said, his voice full of mock authority. “So you better get that little ass of yours dressed, sweetheart”.

You rolled your eyes, laughing at his teasing, but you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside you. “Two hours, huh?”, you mused. “Plenty of time to figure out what else you’re hiding from me”.

Ben stepped closer to you, his hands settling on your hips. “Oh, I’m not hiding anything”, he said, his voice low and teasing. “I’ve got everything planned out. You’ll just have to wait and see”.

You sighed dramatically, but inside you were excited for the surprise he clearly had in store. “Fine, but you better be prepared to make up for all this secrecy”.

Ben laughed softly, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, I’ve got more than a few ways to make it up to you”. His eyes sparkled with that familiar playful light as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a quick but lingering kiss.

“Now”, he said, stepping back and giving you a once-over, “go get fucking dressed before we miss the flight”.

You laughed, swatting at him playfully before heading to grab something more appropriate for the trip.

After getting dressed, you walked back into the bedroom to find Ben closing the last suitcase with a satisfied look on his face. He was always meticulous about things like this, making sure everything was perfectly packed and in its place. You couldn’t help but smile as you approached him, noticing how relaxed he seemed despite all the packing and preparations for the trip.

As you leaned against the doorway, you couldn’t resist teasing him. “No Supe suit in there?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow, nodding toward his suitcase.

Ben glanced up at you, his trademark smirk returning. “Nah”, he said, shaking his head. “Didn’t think I’d need it where we’re going. Thought I’d leave all the saving-the-world stuff behind this time”.

You chuckled, stepping closer to him. “Just gonna be regular old Ben, huh?”.

He grinned, pulling you into his arms, his hands resting on your lower back. “Well, I don’t know if I can ever really be ‘regular’”, he teased, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “But I can be just yours for this trip”.

You looked up at him, warmth filling your chest. “Good, because that’s all I need”, you replied softly, enjoying the rare moment of quiet between the two of you. “Just you”.

Ben’s smirk softened into something more genuine as he looked down at you, his fingers brushing against your cheek before he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Trust me, this trip is going to be everything you need and more”.

With that, he released you and grabbed the suitcases, slinging one over his shoulder with ease and rolling the other behind him.

You followed him out, feeling a sense of excitement bubbling in your chest. Whatever Ben had planned, you knew it was going to be special, and you couldn’t wait to find out.

As you and Ben drove through the city, you found yourself feeling more relaxed than you had in weeks. With the suitcases packed, the promise of a trip together, and the thought of some well-earned relaxation, you were excited. In your mind, you’d pictured the two of you going through a normal airport, maybe even having to wait in lines like everyone else. But as Ben made a familiar turn, your stomach flipped.

"Wait… Ben, this isn’t the way to the airport", you said, glancing out the window as the landscape became more private, more secluded. Then, it hit you—the sleek, shiny Vought logo came into view as you passed through a set of gates. It was the private airport Vought used for their top clients and Supes.

Ben smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. “You think I’m gonna let you wait in security lines, surrounded by a bunch of fucking random people?”. He gave a small chuckle, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m not putting you or our baby through that stupid shit”.

You blinked in disbelief, sitting back in your seat. “Ben, I thought we were taking a normal flight. You know, like regular people?”.

Ben shook his head, still grinning as he parked the car. “Not a chance”, he said, cutting the engine and turning to face you. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you. That means no waiting around in crowded airports or squeezing into fucking tiny seats”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top protective nature. “You’re spoiling me”, you said, shaking your head as you glanced around the private airport, where a sleek jet was waiting for the two of you.

Ben shrugged, unbothered. “Damn right I am. Get used to it”.

As he got out of the car and came around to open your door, you still couldn’t believe it. “So, we’re flying private?”.

“Sure do”, Ben said, grabbing the suitcases from the trunk.

You smiled, a mix of exasperation and affection flooding your chest. “You know, I really thought we’d be sitting in economy, eating stale peanuts”.

Ben raised an eyebrow as he handed you your little bag. “Do I look like an fucking economy guy to you?”, he teased, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Besides, I don’t want anyone crowding you or bumping into the baby”.

You rolled your eyes, but inside, you couldn’t help but feel touched by how much care he put into making sure you were comfortable. “Alright, fine. But don’t expect me to get used to private jets after this”.

Ben smirked, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “We’ll see about that”.

You had just settled into one of the luxurious leather seats of the private jet, the softness of the cushion practically swallowing you in comfort. Ben was barely out of his jacket, tossing it onto the seat beside him, when the sharp ring of his phone cut through the calm. You groaned softly, rolling your eyes as you saw him glance at the screen.

Ben sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Of course”, he muttered. He held up the phone to show the caller ID: Butcher.

Ben answered, and immediately the sound of Butcher’s gruff voice boomed through the line, clearly in the middle of a heated discussion with Frenchie. “Oi! Soldier Boy! You need to get your old arse back here and sort this mess out!”, Butcher barked, sounding more irritated than usual.

Ben slumped into his seat, rubbing his temple with his free hand. “We just got on the fucking plane, Butcher. Whatever mess you’re talking about, handle it yourself”.

In the background, you could hear Frenchie’s voice, trying and failing to calm Butcher down. “I told you, Butcher, it wasn’t me! The damn thing blew up before I even touched it—”.

“Yeah, well, it’s still your bloody mess to fix!”, Butcher snapped back.

You shook your head, chuckling softly as you watched Ben pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. “This is why we can’t have nice things”, you teased, leaning back into your seat with a grin.

Ben threw you a half-hearted smirk, still listening to the chaos on the other end of the line. “Butcher, I’m on vacation. If you need someone to clean up Frenchie’s fucking shit, you’re more than capable of handling it”.

Butcher’s response was predictably sarcastic. “Yeah, well, while you’re off sipping cocktails and lounging around, we’ve got real problems back here. So, how ‘bout you hop out that little jet and—”

Ben cut him off, his voice firm. “No”.

The line went quiet for a second, and even Butcher seemed taken aback by the finality in Ben’s tone. “No? That’s it? No?”.

“You fucking heard me. I’m not coming back, and you’re not dragging me into whatever mess you made this time. Enjoy cleaning it up without me”.

With that, Ben ended the call and tossed his phone onto the table in front of him, leaning back with a sigh of relief.

Before you could even say anything in response to Ben’s handling of Butcher, he moved swiftly, pulling you over onto his lap with an ease that still caught you off guard. His strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you close, and before you knew it, he was nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, his scruff brushing lightly against you, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

One of his hands, always so sure and possessive, slipped down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze that made you giggle softly despite yourself. You couldn’t help but lean into him, enjoying the rare moment of peace between you both.

Just as you started to relax into his embrace, a soft knock came at the door. One of the pilots entered, his posture slightly hesitant, clearly aware he was interrupting. “Uh, we’re ready for takeoff whenever you’re comfortable, Sir”, the pilot announced, his eyes flicking briefly to the two of you before he quickly averted them.

Ben didn’t even bother pulling away, his grip on you only tightening slightly as he lifted his head from your neck, not bothering to hide his smug grin. “Yeah, we’re ready”, he said, his tone laced with amusement.

The pilot gave a quick nod and backed out of the door, closing it quietly behind him. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head at how Ben always seemed so unbothered by anyone or anything around him.

“Really?”, you teased, arching an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to make them think we’re doing all sorts of things in here”.

Ben’s grin widened, his eyes darkening. Without missing a beat, he lowered his head and continued pressing soft, deliberate kisses along your collarbone, his lips warm and trailing heat across your skin.

“Oh, but we are going to do all sorts of things in here”, he murmured against your neck, his voice a low growl, full of promise.

You let out a breathy laugh, though it was clear you were already starting to lose your resolve under his attention. “Ben…”, you warned playfully, your fingers curling into his shirt. “We’re about to take off”.

His grip on you tightened slightly, his lips still brushing against your skin. “Plenty of fucking time”, he whispered, his hands sliding up your sides with slow, deliberate intent. “Besides, who’s going to stop me?”.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure as the plane’s engines roared to life beneath you, signaling the imminent takeoff.

He shifted you in his lap. “We’ve got all the privacy we need”, he murmured, his mouth finding its way back to your neck as the plane began to ascend.

As the plane began to ascend, you could feel the rush of air as it lifted off the ground, but it was nothing compared to the rush of excitement coursing through you from Ben's touch. His fingers moved with purpose, deftly working on the buttons of your dress, slowly revealing more of your cleavage as he pushed the fabric aside.

With each button he unfastened, your heart raced, anticipation mixing with exhilaration. The soft fabric fell away, exposing your skin to his eager gaze. You instinctively bit your lip, a mix of nervousness and thrill bubbling up inside you as he took in the sight of you.

“I could get lost in you like this”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes darkening further as he took in the view.

You leaned back slightly, arching your back in response to his words, the movement only accentuating your curves. Ben’s gaze roamed hungrily over your body, and the heat of his stare made you feel alive.

“Ben…”, you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as you tried to keep the playful tone, but it came out breathy instead. His fingers trailed down your sides, grazing over your skin, making it difficult to focus on anything but him.

“Don’t worry”, he said, his lips brushing against your collarbone, teasingly close yet deliciously far away. “I’ve got you”.

With that, he pressed his lips to your exposed skin, trailing soft kisses down the neckline of your dress, igniting every nerve in your body. You felt the warmth of his breath, the way his mouth moved over you, each kiss coaxing a soft gasp from your lips.

Ben, with that familiar smirk playing on his lips, reached for his hoodie and handed it to you, leaving himself in just his shirt. “Here”, he said, his voice a bit more tender now. Your dress had barely survived the second round, the seams torn beyond repair, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of it.

You slipped the hoodie on, the warmth and softness instantly comforting against your skin. It was big on you, the sleeves hanging past your hands, but it smelled like him, and that was more than enough to make you feel secure.

Still catching your breath, your legs trembling slightly from the intensity of the last hour, you sat down across from Ben. The plane hummed softly around you, the gentle vibrations through the leather seats barely noticeable compared to the storm of emotions still swirling inside you.

Ben leaned back in his seat, his eyes lazily tracing over you, admiring how his hoodie dwarfed your frame. There was something satisfied and calm in his expression, his usual cockiness now softened by the shared intimacy. “Looks good on you”, he muttered, still watching you with that hungry, yet now more relaxed, gaze.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “I don’t think the dress is making a comeback anytime soon”, you joked, your voice still a little breathless.

Ben chuckled deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. “It didn’t stand a damn chance, Sweetheart”, he said, pride evident in his tone. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes meeting yours, filled with both amusement and something deeper, more affectionate. “You okay?”.

You nodded, your heart still beating fast but in a more peaceful rhythm now. “Yeah, just… maybe next time you could try not to completely destroy my clothes?”.

Ben grinned wider, clearly not at all apologetic. “No promises”, he said with a wink. “But I’ll keep that in mind”.

You shook your head, still smiling as you settled into the plush seat.

As you both sat there in the quiet, the reality of your trip started to sink in. You looked out the small window at the clouds outside, your body still buzzing from the closeness and intensity of your connection with Ben.

“What now?”, you asked softly, looking back at him, wondering if he had more surprises up his sleeve.

Ben’s expression softened as he leaned back, resting his hands behind his head. “Now? Now we just relax, enjoy the ride, and when we land, we’ll pick up where we left off”, he teased, though there was a real promise of peace and relaxation behind his words.

For now, the two of you were in your own world—far from the chaos, the responsibilities, and the pressures waiting for you back home.

“Come here”, he murmured again and patted his lap. His eyes flicked to your belly for a moment, then back to your face, his gaze softening with a mixture of affection and desire.

You chuckled softly, still catching your breath as you glanced at him. “Only if you give me a break”, you whispered, your legs still trembling slightly from the intensity of everything. Ben’s hoodie hung loosely on your body, reaching down to mid-thigh, but the way it stretched slightly over your belly made you look even more delicate in the moment.

Ben raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your condition, but nodded in agreement. “Alright, I’ll behave… for now”, he teased, his tone a mix of mischief and sincerity. His hands reached out, gently taking hold of your waist as you moved closer.

Carefully, you eased yourself onto his lap, your body still tingling with exhaustion but comforted by his touch. You could feel the warmth of him through the fabric of his clothes, and his hands instinctively rested on your thighs, tracing light patterns with his fingers. His touch was reassuring and grounding, as if to remind you that despite all his teasing, he was there to take care of you.

You nestled into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there in comfortable silence, the hum of the plane around you creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Ben pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his hand moving up to gently stroke your back. “You good?”, he asked once more, his voice quieter now, full of genuine concern as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You nodded softly, cradling more into Ben’s lap, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping you. He shifted slightly, reaching for a thin blanket draped over the nearby seat, and carefully wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Your legs hung over his lap and rested against the armrest, as you allowed yourself to relax fully, the gentle hum of the plane adding to the sense of comfort between you.

Ben’s hand found its way to your belly again, his fingers gently brushing over the curve. He lingered for a moment, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin through the fabric of the hoodie, before he quietly asked, “You’ve felt some movements by now, haven’t you?”.

You bit your lip, hesitating for a second before you shook your head. “No, not really”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, sometimes I think I do, but… nothing certain”.

Ben’s brow furrowed, concern flashing in his eyes as he looked down at your belly, his hand still resting protectively over it. “I thought by now… you should’ve felt something”.

You sighed softly, leaning your head against his chest. “Yeah, me too. The doctor says everything’s fine, but it’s just hard. I want to feel the baby so badly”.

Ben pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if trying to comfort you with the gesture. “Hey”, he said softly, his voice gentle, “I know it’s frustrating, but if the doctor says everything’s fine, then we have to trust that. Our baby’s probably just taking its time, getting comfortable in there”.

You smiled a little, appreciating his effort to reassure you. “Yeah… I just want to feel connected, you know? Like it’s really real”.

“I can threaten him to move, you know”, he teased, the playful tone lightening the moment as his thumb continued to trace soft circles across your skin.

“Him?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow at the casual assumption, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What makes you so sure it’s a boy?”.

He shrugged, grinning. “Call it a gut feeling”, he said, his fingers drumming lightly on your belly.

You laughed softly, your mood lifting a bit with his teasing. You had an appointment scheduled this week to finally learn the baby’s gender, but with this spontaneous getaway, the appointment had been pushed back to next week. It wasn’t a big deal, but the anticipation had been building, and the delay was just another layer of frustration. Still, the time away with Ben was starting to feel like exactly what you needed to relax and refocus.

You smiled up at Ben, a playful glint in your eyes as you teased, “Well, I’m thinking it’s a girl. Maybe she’s just being a little stubborn, waiting until she’s good and ready to make her presence known”.

Ben’s eyebrow arched, and he let out a soft chuckle. “A girl, huh?”. His hand continued its gentle path over your belly, fingers tracing light patterns as he considered the idea. “Guess that would explain why she’s already giving me a hard time”. He smirked, his tone still teasing, but there was a warmth in his voice that made you feel even closer to him.

You playfully swatted his chest, shaking your head. “Or maybe she just wants you to learn some patience. Could be preparing you for all those years of dealing with a mini version of me”.

Ben groaned dramatically, though his grin gave him away. “A mini version of you? Help me”.

You laughed, leaning into him. “Oh, please. You’d spoil her rotten, and you know it”.

“Well, if she’s anything like you, I’ll have my hands full. Stubborn, sassy, and always wanting her way”, he chuckled. “Guess I’ll have to teach her the important stuff—like how to listen to her old man, instead of running circles around me”.

You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, so you think she’s just going to listen to you because you’re her dad? Good luck with that”.

Ben grinned, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Hey, it’s worked on you so far”, he teased, his tone light and playful, though there was no denying the affection behind his words.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, sure. You keep telling yourself that”.

Ben’s hand rested more firmly on your belly, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric of your hoodie. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough”, he murmured, his voice quieter now, the teasing edge replaced by something deeper, more tender.

Ben's teasing smirk softened into something far more tender as he shifted you slightly, pulling you closer into his arms. His thumb continued to draw slow circles over your belly, and the warmth of his body enveloped you like a protective cocoon. The teasing in his eyes faded, replaced by something deeper, something that spoke of love and anticipation for what was to come.

“Get some rest, baby”, he whispered, his voice low and gentle. He pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than usual, as though trying to convey everything he felt without needing to say it out loud.

You felt yourself relax even more in his embrace, your body molding into his as exhaustion from the day and the weight of pregnancy began to catch up with you. The steady rhythm of his breathing was soothing, and you closed your eyes, comforted by the feeling of being so close to him.

Ben held you tighter, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath your cheek. There was a certain calm in the moment, a peace that came from knowing you were safe, loved, and cared for. His hand never left your belly, still gently caressing the spot where your child grew, as if he were trying to form a bond with the baby already.

"You and me", Ben whispered softly, almost to himself, "we've got this". His words, though quiet, carried a weight that reassured you even more.

You smiled softly, feeling completely at ease, whispering back, "Yeah, we do".

As you settled in against him, you let your worries fade away, knowing that with Ben by your side, everything would be okay.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 23

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Fandom Problem #4991:

@ writers on ao3: stop spoiling your stories in the summaries. Let the reader enjoy the story and figure out the twist for themselves. I don’t come to socialize with you. I come to read the story. Don’t go telling me everything right away, let me be surprised by the story. You can write a summary without spoiling absolutely everything about the series in the tags, or telling me what you’re gonna do. Show me what you’re gonna do in the story when I read it. I know it sounds boring but let the reader build up to that point before you immediately tell me in the summary who’s gonna die, who’s gay, etc. let that be a surprise. Let your audience have fun guessing. We don’t need to be spoonfed.

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“ i thought i lost you. ” with my fav bros Fox and Thorn? <3 (all the sentences are soooo good)

Hey Amiko <3 Hope you don't mind that I used this prompt for CommanderFoxWeek @loving-fox-hours

Title: Redemption Inside the Grave

Prompt(s): Day 2: Hope | Forgiveness, "I thought I lost you"

Warnings: None

Characters: Commander Fox and Commander Thorn

Additional Tags: Post- Scipio, Commander Fox Needs a Hug

Word Count: 1821

[On Ao3]

The amount of datawork that sits on Fox’s desk after a mission is usually a good indicator of how it went. 

Good missions start with stacks of blueprints, detailed strategies, and the files of his best troops. These missions end with minimal thanks (it’s expected, it’s what they’re made for. What need is there to show gratitude?), and most troopers on the file with their status update still green and labeled functioning. There isn't much datawork for these types of missions. 

Bad missions start hurried by time and Senators, with minimal preparation, and not enough vode (never enough vode). They end with everyone important mad. Mad at him (of course, who else? He deserves it. He deserves it all. He fucked up. He’s always fucking up). It ends with spitting insults about incompetence and hurling threats of decommissioning. But none of it hurts. At least it never hurts more than the blocks of red (deceased) on the files he has to read through and sign off on. These missions end with more vode coming back in bodybags than on their feet, and Fox can’t help but think, I did that to them.  

The worst missions? It’s the ones where he wakes up underwater, a weight heavier than an anvil over his chest, stealing every breath and pushing him deeper and deeper into the dark. Missions where he does things he doesn’t fully comprehend beyond I followed my orders, I am a good soldier. Only to look back and think, is he?  

It’s holding up his blaster with still hands and perfect calm. It’s taking deadly aim even when he sees the resignation in Rex’s eyes and feels nothing. Nothing until the body hits the floor and he can’t take his own helmet off to pay respects because what right does he have? Because his hands are finally starting to shake, the weight of his actions hitting all at once and dragging him to the bottom of the ocean floor. 

But this, 

Fox looks down at the stack of datapads on his desk. The room is dark, the desk lamp unplugged and on the ground. There are no windows. The air is stuffy and stagnant; he wonders if they are cleaning the vents again. 

The top datapad lights up when he lifts it. The halo of blue illuminates his immediate area. The helmet sitting at the corner looks purple, the visor staring back at him like a void. Every time he blinks, it burns from somewhere behind his eyes. Fox doesn’t remember the last time he truly slept. (Before the ARC trooper, before Scipio —) 

It’s a mission summary report, written hastily enough for there to be a few typos. It’s short, barely a few paragraphs long, and his eyes glide over the words without retaining anything. His focus is on the attached list of updated statuses.

It’s all red. Red Red Red Red.

He thinks these types of missions are even worse than the ones where he doesn’t have control. 

 Red Red Red.

These missions should not end like this. They go prepared, they go with their best. 

Red Red Red.

So why do they end like this?

Red Red Red —

Green. 

The stack of datapads shift slightly, and the desk trembles as a shadow settles on the edge.

“If it breaks, I’m stealing your desk.” He pinches the bridge of his nose hard, and the throbbing ebbs away into something dull. 

“Does that mean you’ll do my datawork too?” Thorn’s voice is light and teasing, but something’s off. He leans forward to pick up the helmet and the blue lights up his face. His eyes are tired, but the crinkling around the edges always betray his mirth. There’s no crinkling there right now; Thorn just looks exhausted. His hands turn the helmet around, fingers tracing over the painted wings on the temples. 

“I’ll do it for Scipio.” Fox blurts out, and the fingers pause. 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I do,” Fox doesn’t know why he does, but there’s something pressing in the back of his brain, telling him that he shouldn’t let Thorn do it, “you should get some rest. Remedy would kick your sheb if he finds out you came here instead of to medbay.” 

“Well, you don’t have to snitch.” Thorn sniffs and Fox shakes his head with a scoff. He picks up the stylus to start going over the report in detail.

A gloved hand lands on the corner of the datapad, and Fox looks up. Thorn’s eyes reflect the blue glow, flickering to read the upside-down words. 

“Hawk found me.” Thorn whispers.

Fox remembers the pilot during one of the 501st’s shore leaves. Thorn’s batchmate is slightly more serious than Thorn himself, but they share the same air of wild freedom, unable to be tied down. He remembers them taking off their helmets with matching grins, showing him their twin emblazoned wings. 

“How’d he look?”

“Horrified. Scared.” Thorn’s laugh is humorless, “I thought he was going to kill me himself if I wasn’t a—.....it wasn’t pretty, Fox.” he swallows hard, “there wasn’t much we could do.” 

“...You went with less than two platoons. None of us were expecting the level of activity you got.” 

The hand pulls back, leather creaking under the pressure of a clenched fist, “I lost them all, ori’vod.” 

“But you’re here.” Fox places his own hand over Thorn’s. Everything feels cold, “I...it’s not your fault.” 

“I think if any fingers are to be pointed, it would be towards the commanding officer during the mission, Fox. Which would be me.” 

“You weren’t supposed to be the one leading Scipio.” Fox snarls and the aftermath of his outburst echoes through the room. He takes a shuddering breath.

“I was.”

“Fox…”

The air gets stuck in his lungs, and he kneads his palms into his eyes hard enough to see sparks behind the lids. 

Scipio was supposed to be his mission. But he was—still is, a complete and utter wreck. After the incident with the ARC trooper, he hadn’t had a chance to stop. It became a blur of meetings. With the Chancellor, with Skywalker, with Rex, with his Guard. All with little variation. Everyone just wanted to know, what happened?  

And Fox didn’t have a good answer for any of them.  

He’s so tired.

And Thorn had found him in his office then, just as he did now. He had found Fox sitting at his desk with the stylus in a death grip, staring at plans and contingencies. Found him running on fumes that not even caf could fix at that point. Found Fox in his arms immediately to steady him when he stood and started careening to the side. 

I fucked up, Thorn. I fucked up so bad. 

I’ll go to Scipio. We’ll talk more when I get back, alright? Please get some rest, ori’vod. Please.

And Fox had agreed. Because he was tired.

Tired of seeing the ARC trooper’s bone-white armor out of the corner of his eye every time he started to slip. Tired of the Chancellor’s oily praise for a job well done in killing a vod for the Republic. Tired of Skywalker’s needling curiosity. Tired of Rex not blaming him. Tired of everyone telling him, it’s—

“Fox, it’s not your fault.” Thorn’s words from before the mission mesh with the words that Thorn’s repeating right now. 

“Well, who’s is it then?” Fox snaps, slamming his palms back down on the desk. His vision blurs with random patterns from the prolonged darkness, and Thorn’s image swims in front of him. He had gotten about an hour of unconsciousness before his comm beeped with urgent matters from the Chancellor. He’s been on his feet ever since. 

He should’ve just stole some stims and gone to Scipio. 

“Why aren’t you all angry?” He continues, the plastic of the datapad strains under his grip, “not you, not Stone, not Thire. Not—” He stutters, “not Rex. None of you are, and I don’t understand .” 

“Why do you want us to be, Fox?” 

He falters, heart stuck in his throat. It beats erratically and his stomach turns. 

If they’re mad, there’s something to work with. He can apologize (even if it means absolutely nothing). Amends can be made (how. You fucking bastard, how?) He can fix it. He has to fix it. 

How?

“You want us to be angry because you’re angry with yourself.” Thorn sets his helmet down, leaning forward to study Fox with dark eyes that see through his very core. 

His lips curl upwards.

“Oh, ori’vod. You want us to forgive you.” 

There are tears in Thorn’s eyes. (Or are they his own?) 

Thorn’s forehead presses against his, and Fox presses back with a sobbing exhale. 

“You already have it. We’re not the ones you’re looking for forgiveness from.” 

 A strand of long hair slips from Thorn’s ponytail and brushes against his cheek. It hits Fox with a sudden urge for how things used to be. Back when the war had only just started, and they were all shiny and thought things would get better. Back when he had enough time and energy to sit in the command lounge and braid Thorn’s hair clumsily. 

Hound’s better at this than I am, you know.

Mmm, yeah but I want my ori’vod to braid my hair.

Spoiled little kih’vod. 

“I thought I lost you.” He manages between hitched keening breaths ( when had he started to break down? Just now? Months ago? Two years ago?) 

“I’m never gone, ori’vod.” Thorn hums, reaching up to squeeze the back of his neck. It’s so cold, “Just marching—” 

Far away. 

The door to his office opens, and Fox jumps back. 

“...You alright, Fox?” Stone stands at the entrance, a datapad in his hand. 

Fox blinks, glancing down at the one in his own hands.

The list of troopers stares back, every name in red.

The Separatist Blockade was successfully broken through. Senator Padmé Amidala was safely extracted from Scipio under the command of Jedi General Anakin Skywalker and the 501st Legion. 

No other Republic survivors were extracted. Recovery efforts have been approved and engaged. 

 — CT-4991 (Hawk) 

“Fox?” 

“...What is it?” 

“The recovery mission on Scipio just returned. We’re heading to the crematorium right now.” Stone shifts on his feet, “you coming?” 

“...Yeah.” Fox reaches for the helmet on his desk, red and black without any wings. His eyes feel crusty and swollen. At this point, he has no idea if they’re even open and seeing the right things anymore. 

He’s so tired.

Fox slips the helmet on and stands. The world spins, and he bites his tongue hard enough to taste blood. He walks towards Stone. 

“You sure you’re alright? I could have Thire take the next shift. He’s—” Stone’s breath hitches, “he’s up for promotion now anyway.” 

“I’ll be fine,” Fox says as he passes his Second, stepping out into the hallway.

He’ll be fine.

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Royal whumpy unnamed whump story part 5

i really need a title for that

also, this chapter was meant to be more comfort than hurt, but everyone demaned blood, so...

Tw/cw: royal whump, fantasy whump, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, manhandling, sort of intimate whumper? , canning

“And what do we have there?” Father Emperor looked down at him.

Liam collected himself as quickly as it was possible with glass shards in his hands. He bowed down, ignoring his body pleading for relief from pain.

“I apologize if my accident disrupted your walk,” he said, eyes on the floor. Pair of gold embroidered boots appeared in his field of vision, slowly soaking in wine. He felt hand on his chin and his head was gently moved upwards, forcing him to look into the Emperor's eyes. They were in a warm, golden color, yet somehow they appeared cold.

“Tell me Son,” Father Emperor said in a calm voice “what happened there?”

“I…” Liam hesitated for a bit. It was clear that Albert and Fox wanted for him to be in trouble, just as it was clear that any accusation towards Emperor’s family will only worsen his his situation “I was send with errand and was going back, when i fallen down the stairs”

“Poor thing, you slipped?”

“Well…” Liam turned his eyes away

“Well?” Emperor forced him to look back at him

“Someone pushed me, but i saw no faces and it’s inclean on whether it was intentionally or not”

“Does it mean we don’t know who’s accountable for this?”

“That is correct, your highness”

“And yet we can’t let it go unpunished” Emperor’s voice did not change from that calm tone, but that one sentence made Liam shiver “So if no one is to be accused, isn’t it just to hold you responsible for wasting our goods, is it?”

Father Emperor turned around and called one of the servants

“Take our prince and make him look less miserable. Then take him to the eastern meeting chamber. I will expect you in a hour”

_______

The blood and wine was washed from him and the glass shards removed. They also told him to change his clothes for clean ones. He was given a simple, undyed tunic. The bleeding from his arm was stopped, but the wound was left without any bandages. When he was ready, the servant brought him to a spacious chamber, where Father Emperor awaited. There were some people with him, some seemed like servants, others like members of the royal family. Prince noticed Charlie was there too. He gave Liam a reassuring smile, trying to cover his sad expression.

“Well, since we’re all there shall we start?” Emperor said “Prince Liam, tell us about wine you wasted”

“One bottle of red rose wine. Made in the southern region of Reuna. Year 4991… if i’m not mistaken”

“That would make it 85 years old. I think it would be just if you pay with 85 hits, don’t you agree?” Emperor asked. It was clear that any attempts at disagreement would only make it worse.

“Your highness is judge there” Laim said, grinning his teeth

“That’s correct. You will be allowed to support yourself on the wall, but if you fail, I will require you to get up. Is this clear?”

“Yes, your highness”

“Let’s start then”

Laim saw a servant- no- soldier approaching. He was almost head higher than the prince and much more muscular. He held a cane. When Soldier raised his hand, Liam turned around to avoid getting hitted in the face. He heard the whistle and split a second later, cane landed on his back. It was stronger than he expected and he wobbled a bit. He felt how the flesh on his neck and back became hot.

One.

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In Bloom - Part 3

Plant Monster!Yunho x Female Reader x Water Nymph!Yeosang

Word Count: 4991

Contents: accidentally suggesting a threesome, threesome, vines and vine bondage, aphrodisiac pollen, powers that manipulate sensation what even is this, breast play, hand job, clit stimulation with fingers, oral (male and female giving and receiving), unprotected sex

Notes: @lustjoong ahhhh it’s f i n a l l y done lmao. I hope everyone likes it and I hope you really enjoy the wrap up tho I could write more who knows hehe

Prequel | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

What Yunho’s Flowers Look Like

Getting to know Yeosang was a slow process. The rain of the monsoon season gave way to the heat of late summer and then the crisp days of early fall as you spent more and more time with the two. Yeosang spent more and more time with you when you visited, talking to you and telling you small things about himself.

Yunho seemed happy that the two of you got along. More and more you realized he had been nervous, having you around but not knowing about Yeosang. They were close and the fact that the two of you got along as well as you did helped ease his mind.

It did mean, of course, that Yunho and you had a bit less sex. Neither of you wanted to kick Yeosang out, you enjoyed his company. But you also both got a little antsy, particularly when one of you was already needy and Yeosang peeked in on you before anything could actually happen.

And so, maybe it was unsurprising that some days the second you found your way to Yunho’s little home he’d grab you and kiss you hard, leaving no time for talking. Other days as you sat and talked with him and Yeosang, he’d pull you into his lap and start kissing your shoulders or nuzzling against you and wrapping you in vines until Yeosang made some sort of excuse and jumped back into the water, leaving the two of you alone.

Today, you had a feeling, might be one of the latter. As you made it to the pond Yeosang peeked out at you, eyes glinting and voice calling your name softly. You felt bad that it made your heart sink just a little to see him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, but that you were hoping to make it to Yunho first. You could of course just tell him to leave but you didn’t want to, despite his quiet nature he seemed eager to get to know you and happy to have someone else to talk to and it warmed your heart.

“There are ways for… you, to come underwater?” Yeosang asked as he swam along beside you and you followed the water towards Yunho’s home.

“I mean I could just swim,” you chuckled.

“Ah no. Can you… how do you breathe?”

“Oh,” you hummed. “Yeah no I can’t breath underwater.” You listened to Yeosang’s quiet chuckle. “I mean, if I could get my hands on some scuba gear,” you mused.

You caught Yeosang’s eye. He had a smile on his face and a hopeful expression and you couldn’t help the way it made your heart swell.

“I- I don’t know if I can though,” his smile faltered. “But i-if I figure it out I will. I promise.”

“Ah,” he thought for a moment before speaking again. “I want to show you underwater.”

“You do?” you should have guessed that was what he was getting at, but some part of it still surprised you.

“Yes,” he hummed. “I think you would like it.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you gazed at him, though the foliage grew up around you and grew darker. You knew now that you were close to Yunho’s home as it always got the thickest before where he lived. You wondered how many of the workers had been in this deep.

“What are you thinking?” Yeosang seemed to know you were contemplating something.

“I- do people know about Yunho’s home? Do people know about yours?”

“Not many know me,” he said simply. “I can… hide well. I think… only a few know of here.”

“I’m glad you two have each other,” you said quietly. “Otherwise it would be too lonely.”

Yeosang let out a laugh, though one too sad in tone. “It is still lonely. Less lonely, but it is lonely.” He said. “I miss…”

You glanced at him in the darkness, knowing that soon enough it would lift as you found the clearing, but he seemed almost lost in memory. You bit on your lip, unsure if you should say anything but as the silence stretched out, deciding it would be best to.

“What do you miss?”

Yeosang blinked a few times before gazing up at you, mumbling something too quietly for you to hear before shaking his head as you pushed past the last few large leaves.

“It does not matter,” he smiled at you. “We are here. I will meet you inside?”

“Okay…” your word trailed off as he dove down into the water. You did yearn to know more about him, but now seemed not to be the time. Both Yunho and Yeosang could be quiet and secretive about their pasts and you were sure there would be a lot you didn’t understand. You just worried, sometimes they seemed so somber and you wished you could help somehow.

“Oh thank gosh!” As soon as you pushed through the door Yunho wrapped you in vines and pulled you closer quickly. You didn’t manage to get a word out before he was kissing you and you couldn’t help the smile it brought to your lips. Your fingers found a vine and you dragged your nails over it lightly, drawing a small whine from Yunho’s lips but managing to get his attention.

“Is tha-”

“Yeosang is coming.”

“Agh!” Yunho plopped down into the soft moss, bringing you down into his lap. “Okay but if I just start making out with you-”

“Yunho, he’s always so excited to hang out with us,” you chided.

Yunho buried his face in your neck. “Is it bad that I just really wanna have sex with my girlfriend?”

Even in your surprise you couldn’t help the way you smiled and your cheeks warmed at his somewhat sudden confession.

“Not that- I mean I know it’s not- this isn’t really- I haven’t-”

You quieted his nervous babbles with a kiss. “I know it’s complicated, but I’ve already been thinking of you as my boyfriend anyway.” You hummed.

Yunho kissed you again, pulling you to face him. “Can I kick him out now so we can celebrate?”

“We can celebrate later,” you hummed. “And I know you’ll want to tell him.”

As if on cue Yeosang made his way through the door, wrapped in a large, soft sweater. You always wondered how he dried off so fast but you had yet to question it and you had a feeling it was another answer you might not understand.

“I have a girlfriend!” As you expected, Yunho couldn’t keep the news in as he squeezed you in his arms. Yeosang’s face broke into a smile, though there was something nervous behind it as he sat in the moss with the two of you.

“I am glad you finally asked.” He said.

“How long have you been thinking about that?” you questioned, watching the colour rise in Yunho’s cheeks.

“J-Just a while.”

“Over a month,” Yeosang corrected him. “I just…” he broke off into his own language.

Yunho’s face fell a little as he replied, resting his head on your shoulder as you listened to them, wondering if it was possible for you to learn it. You thought so, since they seemed to both make sounds like humans did. Maybe they would teach you.

“It’ll be fine,” Yunho finally said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I hope…” Yeosang sounded sincere as he watched Yunho’s actions. “Should I…?”

“You don’t have to leave yet,” you said, though Yunho let out a small whine. “You just got here.”

“I think,” Yeosang looked between the two of you with a bemused smile. “Yunho would like you alone.”

You felt heat rush to your face. You hadn’t thought too much about it and he’d never mentioned anything about it before but it made sense that he knew you had sex. He usually just excused himself and the way he called it out a little more clearly had a flood of embarrassment rushing through you. Still you felt bad about the idea of kicking him out.

“You can stay.” You said. Yeosang chuckled and Yunho let out a muffled sound against your skin as you processed your words fully.

“I- I didn’t mean-” Yunho started to laugh and you smacked his arm as his laughter spread to Yeosang. “Shut up! You know that’s not what I meant!”

“I didn’t know you wanted Yeosang to watch, sweetheart,” Yunho teased. Yeosang added something and the two of them cracked up, tears in their eyes as they laughed.

You shoved Yunho despite not being able to move from his lap. “What did he say?”

“Something along the lines of ‘kinky.’” Yunho laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

“You two are so mean,” you grumbled.

“You were the one who said it,” Yeosang teased.

“If that’s what you want you can say it,” Yunho laughed.

“I wouldn’t ask for that!” You cried. “That wouldn’t even be fair anyway, not unless he joined in.”

You should have known you were digging the hole deeper and yet somehow that slipped past you until Yunho cracked up even more and Yeosang looked at you with wide eyes.

“Would you really… suggest that?” he asked slowly.

“Has this been on your mind, sweetheart?” Yunho was still teasing you but you could feel the immense heat on your face as your mind started to wrap around the idea, unwilling to let it go.

“I-I- n-no.”

Surprise finally overtook Yunho’s expression as his giggles subsided. “Wait, are you actually serious?”

You wanted to hide in the wake of their surprised gazes and you curled in on yourself. “That wasn’t- You guys just- I-I mean it would be the only fair option, th-that’s all.”

Yunho was much gentler as he cupped your face and turned you to look at him. “Is that all you’re saying?”

Your head started to spin as you gazed back at Yeosang, taking in his curious stare and the way he leaned towards the two of you. Then back to Yunho, feeling somehow helpless and nervous at the prospect of it and yet, with shivers rushing down your spine from the idea of it.

“I-I- Couldn’t it be fun?” You finally said, feeling small.

Yunho looked up at Yeosang, colour rising in his cheeks as he spoke to him quickly, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. You hid your face in Yunho’s chest as they talked but you heard Yeosang shifting closer and your heart was pounding in your ears as different ideas, different images all started to rush into your mind. 

You felt Yunho’s hand slip under your chin, finally lifting your face to look up. You followed their gaze upwards to the flowers along the ceiling. They bloomed slowly and what looked like fine, yellow pollen started to fall from his flowers. Your eyelids fluttered as the scent hit your nose and you breathed it in.

“What is that?” you hummed, relaxing against Yunho.

“It will… help us to not be awkward,” he replied before pressing a kiss to your jaw. Yeosang murmured something as he shifted a little closer, looking between the two of you with more intensity now.

“I’ve found it can,” Yunho’s voice was low as he murmured against your jaw and a rush of arousal ran through you. “Help turn people on.”

You let your hand fall into the moss as you finally met Yunho’s lips. Yeosang’s fingers found yours and you sighed against Yunho’s lips at the calm feeling that washed over you at his touch, a cool, refreshing feeling rolling through your body. Yeosang pressed his lips to the base of your neck, kissing you slowly and drawing his fingers in shapes over your skin that left a cool feeling in their wake.

Yeosang whined against your shoulder, murmuring something to Yunho who broke your kiss to answer. You gazed at Yeosang and a grin tugged at your lips when you saw the way his body was wrapped in Yunho’s vines just as you were, pulling him closer.

Yunho caught your lips again, his tongue pressing past them and the kisses growing deeper and sloppier. You let your free hand slip up and tangle into his hair. Yeosang’s fingers started to trail up your arm as his lips kissed slowly along your collarbone. His fingers moved until they met the strap of your shirt, next to his lips. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before pulling the strap down slowly, pulling your bra strap with it.

Yunho’s lips moved down to kiss along your jaw and you felt him smile as a vine curled around your other shirt strap, pulling it off your shoulder as well. His lips trailed down your neck slowly, stopping to suck at your skin and leave marks in their wake. You let your eyes flutter shut as you breathed deeply, though your heart was starting to race and butterflies tickled your stomach as they kissed lower, closer and closer to revealing your chest.

Not like Yunho hadn’t seen you naked dozens of times. That itself didn’t make you nervous. Maybe Yeosang did a little but if anything, it was suddenly having both of them focusing on you making you shy as they kissed down your body. Your breathing seemed to pick up on it’s own and you gripped Yunho’s hair just a little tighter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if on cue. You peeked down to find him giving you a sweet smile before kissing along the top of your breast gently. You felt Yeosang’s hand slip into yours, fingers entwining and the feeling of calm washed over you again as he murmured “So beautiful” against your skin.

You let out a deep sigh, relaxing more as they pushed the cups of your bra down gently, Yunho letting out a quiet hum while Yeosang let out a low groan. You bit down on your lower lip as Yeosang ran his tongue over your nipple gently. Yunho kissed back up your neck and jaw as a thin vine curled around your body and then around your breast.

A whimper slipped past your lips as the vine wrapped around your nipple and tugged gently. Yunho’s lips found yours and he grinned into the kisses as you let out small whimpers and moans.

You let your hand fall from his hair and slip down his chest as you shifted a little in his lap. You let your hand purposely slow as you moved down his lower stomach, listening to his breath hitch and feeling him shift his hips. Your hand finally made it into his lap and you slowly started to palm him through his pants.

Yeosang let out a small whimper around your nipple and you pulled your hand away from his, feeling along his thighs and feeling the way heat rushed to your face and between your legs as you felt how hard he was. Some amount of confidence started to seep into you as both of them moaned and pressed into your hands.

You dragged Yunho’s bottom lip between yours as you pulled back from the kiss, smirking at the lust filled look in his eyes. You both gazed at Yeosang, his expression hazy and desperate and his lips still wrapped around your nipple. Yunho brought his lips to your neck as you moved your hands to the waist of his pants, moving out of his lap gently and slipping his pants down past his hips. His moans grew whiner as you turned to Yeosang, slipping him out of his pants as well before wrapping a hand around each of their cocks.

Both of them let out beautiful moans as you started to pump them and tease the tips of their cocks, their sounds muffled against your skin. Yunho’s fingers slid along your thighs and you parted them for him, feeling his vine wrap just a little tighter around your nipple as he groaned against your neck, his fingers easily pushing into your pants and between your legs.

You let out a moan as his fingers dragged through your folds, gathering your arousal before teasing your clit slowly. Sparks of pleasure ignited within you and you started to slip into desperation, pumping each of them a little faster and letting your head fall back as you rocked your hips down, following the movements of Yunho’s fingers. 

Moans fell from all of your lips as you each moved your hips, desperate for more contact, more sensation. Yunho’s and Yeosang’s moans were muffled against your skin but each of yours had them bucking into your hands and groaning against you. You heard Yeosang’s moans grow whiny as his lips started to move up your chest until he could nip at your ear.

“Please,” he hummed. “More.”

Heat rushed through you and you let out a low moan at his words and all of Yunho’s vines wrapped you both a little tighter as he raised his gaze, heated and lust filled as he regarded Yeosang before pressing a kiss under your ear.

“I agree,” Yunho murmured smoothly. “Let’s move on.”

You bit down on your lip and nodded, feeling his vines shift on you before he was gripping at your shirt to pull it off and Yeosang’s hand was sliding up your back to undo your bra. You sighed at the feeling of their fingertips on your skin, moving lightly but you were already sensitive enough for it to add to your arousal.

Yunho’s hands travelled down to your hips, properly pulling off your pants as Yeosang pressed kisses along your shoulders and his fingertips came up to play with your nipples, sending a cool feeling rushing through you as pleasure sparked within your body. Your heavily lidded gaze slipped down to Yunho, fingers pushing your thighs apart and smirking up at you. You leaned back into Yeosang and spread your legs a little wider for him, letting out small gasps as his tongue licked at your folds and over your clit.

A few whimpers fell from your lips but they were short lived as Yunho pulled away, his gaze meeting Yeosang’s over your shoulder. He spoke quickly to him as you squirmed, feeling impatient for more and he soothed you, rubbing his hand comfortingly over your thigh until he started to chuckle.

You looked back at Yeosang to see him blushing, seeming to stumble a little over his words but a nervous grin tugging at his lips. You looked between the two of them until Yeosang was nodding and moving away from you whined at the loss of contact, a pout jutting out your lower lip. Yeosang and Yunho slipped off their pants fully and Yeosang his sweater as Yunho grinned at you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Yunho hummed. “Lay down for me.”

You laid back in the soft moss and a squeal fell from your lips as Yuhno flipped you onto your side quickly. You caught the smirk on his face as he rolled onto his side and shifted between your legs, wrapping you in vines to keep you steady. Your eyes met Yeosang’s catching the desperate, heated look he wore as he laid down too and you finally caught onto Yunho’s idea.

As Yeosang moved his hips towards you, you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, urging him closer to you. He let out a low moan as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, vines wrapping around him as well and Yunho sucking your clit between his lips to draw a moan from you.

You peeked at Yeosang, savouring his pants and moans as he moved a little closer to Yunho, colour tinting his cheeks and gaze hazy as he took Yunho’s cock into his mouth and Yunho groaned against your core, sending vibrations of pleasure shooting through you.

You moaned and let your eyes fall closed, trying to focus your mind on teasing the underside of Yeosang’s cock with your tongue, the way he rocked his hips into your mouth and moaned around Yunho. Your hand moved slowly on the base of his cock, twisting slightly and finally taking more of him into your mouth.

Yunho’s tongue dragged through your folds, growing more feverish as Yeosang sucked him off. He focused his attention on your sensitive clit, running his tongue over it just the way you liked and gripping your hips tightly as they tried the buck and roll against his face, desire burning bright inside you.

Pleasure sparked through you, the flame burning hotter and hotter by the second. Yunho’s tongue knew you too well by now and he had you coming undone for him far too fast, thighs trembling slightly as your hips moved against his face in a plea for more, moans muffled by the cock between your lips.

You let out soft curses and moans around Yeosang as you took him as deeply as you could into your mouth, sucking him off quickly. His and Yunho’s moans only served to turn you on more, mind spinning and body burning as you started to climb towards your edge, your free hand gripping Yeosang’s hip tightly.

Yunho let his tongue dip into your heat, unable to stop himself from groaning at your taste and hips bucking into Yeosang’s mouth, drawing a whimper from the nymph, his hips bucking gently towards you as you hollowed your cheeks around him.

You heard Yunho curse between your legs before running his tongue over your clit and sucking it between his lips. Each of you bucked and rolled your hips into the others mouths, letting out muffled moans, Yunho’s hands and vines holding your tightly as a nearby flower burst open.

Yunho let out a beautiful moan against you and Yeosang a muffled whine as Yunho released into his mouth, bucking and thrusting as he came. He let out a few pants against you before sucking your clit between his lips harshly.

You cried out around Yeosang’s cock as you came. Your release crashed over you and your thighs squeezed in around his head as you rolled your hips and rode out your high on his tongue. The sensations sucked you under into bliss, panting and whimpering as sensitivity took over your body.

Yunho sat up slowly, pulling you up along with him and kissing you deeply. Arousal rushed through you at your own taste on his lips and as you heard Yeosang’s whine, you reached out behind yourself, finding his hand and pulling him a little closer. He sat up shakily, kissing up your neck and moving up your check until you shifted to kiss him, moaning quietly at the taste of Yunho’s cum on his lips, fingers tugging at Yunho’s hair.

“Yunho, lay down for me,” you hummed, a thought forming in your hazy head. Yunho regarded you curiously before doing what you asked. You pulled Yeosang with you as you moved around until you were between Yunho’s legs. You gave him a smirk as you wrapped your hand around his cock and kissed the tip, then lifted your hips at the air, gazing back over your shoulder at Yeosang and wiggling your hips.

“You haven’t cum get, Yeosang.”

Yeosang said something, and despite you not knowing the word you were sure it was a curse as he moved behind you, groaning as he ground his cock against your ass and his hands found your hips. You pressed back against him as your eyes met Yunho’s and he groaned, taking in the sight and already sensitive as you started to tease his cock with your tongue.

Yeosang guided his cock into you slowly, letting a beautiful deep moan fall from his lips as he sunk his cock into you. You let out a moan and Yunho’s fingers threaded into your hair, vines curled up your arms and small flowers blooming on them as he guided your mouth onto his cock, heat burning in his intense gaze.

Yeosang pulled his hips back before thrusting into you and your thighs trembled as you moaned around Yunho’s cock, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rushing through your body. Yunho let out a breathy chuckle.

“You look so fucked out already, sweetheart,” he teased. “You need to make sure you moan loud enough to let him know.”

Yunho spoke to Yeosang and the way they spoke, the deep tones of their voices made your head spin and had you clenching around Yeosang as you hollowed your cheeks around Yunho and his hand pushed your head down just a little more on his cock.

Yeosang’s pace picked up, thrusts becoming rougher. The pleasure in your core mixed with a cool, intense feeling rushing through you from his touch. The sensation had you trembling as Yunho started to rock up into your mouth. A sweet smell surrounded you again as more pollen fell around all of you and each of you moaned, arousal rushing through you.

Yeosang began to snap his hips into you, chasing the high that had already been close at hand. His movements pushed you forward onto Yunho’s cock and you relaxed your jaw as much as you could, taking him deeper into your mouth as you did your best to suck him off. You heard Yeosang’s voice, breathy and low as your name fell off his lips over and over like a mantra. Your movements on Yunho’s cock grew more messy but he didn’t seem to mind, guiding your head and letting out groans. Drool started to slip from the corners of your mouth and your body shook.

Pleasure rushed through you and you felt Yunho’s vines curl around you tightly. Each thrust into your heat was like a wave of pleasure taking over you and had you pressing your hips back messily for more. The coil inside you curled tighter and tighter as Yunho bucked up into your mouth. You felt vines curl around your nipples and tug them, far more harshly than earlier and nearly overwhelming you with sensations.

You clenched around Yeosang, shaking and moaning so incredibly close to your edge again. Yeosang’s hips snapped into you roughly, beautiful sounds falling off of his lips and grip on your hips tight. Each deep, quick movement building until your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut from the pleasure as you moaned out around Yunho’s cock. 

Yeosang pulled out fully, pumping his cock over your back as he let out gorgeous low moans. His cum landed on your ass, dripping down and slipping down to the small of your back, a calming feeling soaking into you from his release. He collapsed into the soft moss beside you, panting.

Yunho was quick to flip you onto your back, drawing a gasp from your lips as your needy gaze caught his. His lips crashed against yours as he wedged himself between your legs and sunk his cock into your heat, both of you on the edge of cumming again.

His hips snapped against yours as he moaned against your lips, and your fingers dug into the soft moss beneath you as pleasure rushed through you from each of his rough thrusts. The coil in your core curled impossibly tight as you built closer and closer to your peek, thighs shaking and squeezing around Yunho’s waist.

You felt Yeosang’s fingers touch yours. His lips pressed lazily against your shoulder as his panting slowly calmed. He pulled your hand from the moss and laced his fingers with yours again. A small whine left his lips as he sent a rush of sensation through your body, refreshing and cool and at the same time extremely arousing.

Your back arched off the ground below as you cried out. You clenched hard around Yunho as you came. Your eyes squeezed shut and stars burst in your vision and you felt dizzy as you body shook hard. Pleasure crashed over you in a wave as your orgasm reached every inch of your body, sensations rushing through you to your fingertips and toes and the feeling dragging out, your body continuing to cum as Yunho snapped his hips into you and your cries turned to screams.

 Yunho let out low moans and his hips grew sloppy as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own thighs trembling from the effort but his hips not letting up as his lips fell against your neck, your name falling off his lips over and over.

As you started to come down your entire body trembled. Yunho’s hips stuttered to a stop as he released inside you and let out a loud moan, holding you as tight as he could. His breaths came out shaky as he ground against you shallowly until he’s finished riding out his high.

Yunho’s body was trembling as he pulled out of you before collapsing into the moss on your other side, panting heavily and reaching out for your hand. You laced your fingers with his and squeezed both of their hands.

“That was so good,” you breathed.

“I see now why you both… often kick me out,” Yeosang hummed. You felt heat rush to your face but Yeosang let out a chuckle and squeezed your hand. “Do not worry, I will not join in every time.”

“I don’t think she’d mind if you did,” Yunho laughed, though it was cut short, morphing into a groan as you kneed him in the thigh.

“I’m not the only one,” you let your head fall to the side and took in the pink on his cheeks and the sheepish grin on his lips. “I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself.”

“Then,” You turned your head and your heart melted a little at the deep blush on his cheeks. “May I join you… sometimes?”

Yunho rolled onto his side, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I think so,” he hummed.

“Absolutely,” you smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

[vixxscifiwritings]

nervous conditions

Length - 4991 words

Characters - Hakyeon x Jaehwan, VIXX Ensemble

Rating - Teen and Up

Summary - Hakyeon doesn’t know what will kill him faster, the slowly burning cigarette hanging off his lips or the way Jaehwan’s roguish smile makes his heartbeat erratic.

Series

Tag List -  @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols  @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

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Hakyeon wipes down glasses as he watches the patrons of the diner engage in small talk within their respective companies. It’s a boring sort of night and he has no entertainment save people watching. The jukebox has long broken down and people have given up shoving quarters in or kicking the defunct machine in order to get it to work.

The jukebox joins the ranks of the bumbling ceiling fans, peeling yellow wallpaper, the cooler they used to use in summer and the burned out letter E in the glowing neon sign on top of the diner. It’s symbolic of the people here. The boredom and routine eats away at the inside of a person’s soul, leaving them broken and in need of repair.

Things weren’t always this bad at the diner. Once upon a time, the wallpaper was fresh and the establishment was lively, coffee and beer free flowing for patrons. The wallpaper was an electric blue and red with posters of famous bands on the walls and their respective songs on the jukebox. But then the owner cheated on his wife and disappeared instead of facing the consequences. When the ownership passed on, so did the will to look after the place.

Over time this reflects in the reduced patronage. Hakyeon half suspects that most of the people who come in either come in for nostalgia or have no other cheaper alternatives. The second reason is more plausible. Life in the diner is stagnant now. Hakyeon himself is here only till he finds better fare. He’s ready to blow this joint the first chance he gets. Till then he puts his head down, makes drinks and wipes down washed glasses.

The night starts as dull as every other night does. The evening staff takes over from the afternoon staff and the dinner rush starts up and subsides and the night grows old in silence and loneliness. Hakyeon counts down time left till he can clock out on the yellowing wall clock on top of the entrance to the kitchens.

With ten minutes to his break, a young man enters the diner. Dressed in a vintage brown leather jacket and acid washed denims, he shouldn’t look as attractive as he does. But there is something about the way his lips curl up and eyes wrinkle and shine.

Hakyeon looks over to the counter to see if Hongbin is around but the younger man hasn’t returned from his break. With a huff, Hakyeon walks over to the part of the counter by which the new man takes up entrance. Hakyeon notes at people turning to glance at him but it doesn’t seem to bother him as he flips through the menu.

“Hi, can I get you something?” Hakyeon asks, tapping a pencil on the notepad he is carrying to note orders on.

“A chicken schnitzel and chips combo and a beer to go with it please” the man says. He squints to read the name on Hakyeon’s nametag and pronounces it wrong.

“It’s Hakyeon” Hakyeon corrects him.

“Sorry” he apologises sheepishly. Up close his eye wrinkles are more dangerous than they should be and Hakyeon tries not to sigh on sight.

“It’s alright… uh?” Hakyeon probes, hoping for a name.

“Jaehwan” he replies and Hakyeon nods.

“Coming right up Jaehwan” Hakyeon tells him as he scribbles the order on the notepad before pushing it into the front pocket of the apron he is wearing. He smiles his best customer service smile at Jaehwan before walking through the kitchens. He passes the order to Taekwoon and waits at the service counter.

“Hyung do you want to take your break now?” Hongbin asks, finally back and ready to take over the bar and dining counters.

“I’ll take one in ten or so” Hakyeon waves him off. There aren’t many people here tonight. Hakyeon takes that as a blessing and uses the time to study Jaehwan.

He watches Jaehwan look around at everything curiously. He looks at the menu and the posters on the wall before trying to peek out of the windows and make out shapes in the dim street light. He must be new to the town, Hakyeon reasons to be this amazed at the sight of their small and ordinary diner.

The old broken jukebox catches Jaehwan’s eye who looks around before sliding off his seat and walking over. Hakyeon is bemused when he watches Jaehwan fiddle with the machine. The display lights up before dying out and the younger hits the side. It doesn’t help as anyone else here would tell him but he spends a good minute on it before returning to his earlier seat.

He bears the frown even till Hakyeon comes over with his order, the chicken sizzling and oil popping due to the high temperature. He waits till Hakyeon pops open his beer and places it in front of him to ask, “Does the jukebox not work anymore?”

“It’s been a while since it stopped working” he tells him.

“That’s a shame” Jaehwan replies. For a moment Hakyeon feels just as sad. It’s a novelty to see someone specifically request for it.

“You don’t come here often do you?” Hakyeon asks, leaning over the counter. The surface is greasy and sticky with the diluted soap solution used to wipe it down between customers but Hakyeon has no particular love for the sleeves of his uniform shirt.

“I’m only here for a while” Jaehwan admits. “Took up lodging at the inn across the road.”

“Shangri La” Hakyeon recalls the name of the dingy motel that stands across the road. Hakyeon sees it every night as he walks home. There is a steady stream of hookers who wait outside for customers by the bus stop near it and the motel makes quick money from these engagements.

“It isn’t as heavenly as the name promises, I’ll tell you that” Jaehwan says gruffly. He breaks into the schnitzel with a fork and pops the piece into his mouth.

“There have been more respectable establishments” Hakyeon agrees.

“It was a good price for a broke writer. I even bargained” Jaehwan confides in him, almost proud of the fact. Hakyeon finds himself smiling affectionately while also shaking his head. Bargained price or not, it’s a terrible deal but he can’t fault the man for making the best of his situation.

“So what do you write?” Hakyeon asks, now using idle excuses to continue the conversation and stay by Jaehwan’s side. He glances over to check if Hongbin has everything covered but it is a half hearted glance and his focus remains on the person in front of him.

“Nothing published yet. I’m a writer in name and name alone” Jaehwan admits.

“What brings you here then?” Hakyeon asks curiously. “In search of inspiration for the story that is your big break?”

“Something like that” Jaehwan concedes.

Hakyeon pulls over the tissue holder and Jaehwan thanks him as he pulls a few out. He puts a spare one down as a coaster for the beer that is starting to grow warmer and wet on the outside from the condensation. Hakyeon notes the tiny detail but files it away as an inconsequential point about Jaehwan that he doesn’t really need to remember but will.

“Tough luck on that. There isn’t much to be found in a down on its luck diner like this” he tells him.

“You’d be surprised” Jaehwan insists.

“Like I said, tough luck. Even our jukebox doesn’t work” Hakyeon says, gesturing to the vague machine. Jaehwan laughs and continues to smile at Hakyeon even after his laughter subsides.

“What about you?” Jaehwan asks. Hakyeon hums inquisitively at him in response as he pulls a chair to sit on. He put his hands on the table and his head on his hand and waits for Jaehwan to elaborate.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this, doll face?” Jaehwan asks in his best imitation of a noir movie hero. Hakyeon rolls his eyes at the cheesy question but plays along anyways.

“What can I say doll face, even pretty boys are down on their luck some times” he replies. Jaehwan grins at him and finishes the rest of the beer. Hakyeon unashamedly watches the way his neck muscles move as he gulps and takes in Jaehwan’s body proportions. Jaehwan watches him look but says nothing about it, catching his eye and then holding his gaze. They stare at each other for a long lasting moment and Jaehwan is the first to pull away.

He puts the cutlery on the plate and pushes the used beer bottle forward and Hakyeon takes the cue to get back to the rest of his boring night.

“How much do I owe for the meal?” Jaehwan asks, pulling his wallet out. Hakyeon calls for Hongbin to ring up the order since he is nearer to the cash register. Hongbin gives him a look but doesn’t say anything. Jaehwan walks over and pays prompting Hongbin to greet him good night and ask him to come again. He smiles at Hongbin before turning to look at Hakyeon again.

“I’ll see you around pretty boy” Jaehwan says before tipping his head and leaving.

“Pretty boy?” Hongbin asks, raising his eyebrows very judgmentally at Hakyeon. Hakyeon waves it off. Jaehwan is a pretty distraction but not one Hakyeon expects will last long. And if he looks forward to tomorrow to see if he is right or wrong, he doesn’t let Hongbin know.

-

Hakyeon doesn’t run into Jaehwan at the diner but in the back alley of Shangri La. It’s during his break and Hakyeon sneaks across the road to get away from the couple making out in the alley behind the diner. He isn’t a voyeur and he doesn’t fancy ever being one.

It has been a few days since the first time Jaehwan walked into his diner. Hakyeon has gone through the cycle of anticipation, disappointment, overthinking and finally settled at the stage of feigned nonchalance. So he lights up a cigarette and pretends not to immediately recognize Jaehwan’s voice when a silhouette emerges from the back door.

“I would have told you about the trip if you had some god-damned free time between your high society brunches” he hissed.

Hakyeon is slightly taken back by the aggressive tone and considers slipping away into the darkness while his presence isn’t noticed. Jaehwan is on the phone and hasn’t noticed he has company yet. Hakyeon is less and less inclined to enlightenment with every passing moment.

“No, I didn’t mean to start a fight. I’m sorry” Jaehwan apologizes. His voice is quieter and more subdued and Hakyeon doesn’t catch what he says next. But the longing which adorns his features as Jaehwan gazes at his phone after ending his call is hard to mistake for anything else.

“Relationship troubles?” Hakyeon asks, hoping he is smoother on the outside than he sounds in his own head.

“Pretty boy” Jaehwan says, realizing he has company. He puts his phone away and puts a smile on. Hakyeon recognizes the customer service quality but for the sake of the other man says nothing about it.

“Got a spare?” Jaehwan asks, walking up to Hakyeon.

Hakyeon pulls out a cigarette from the stash in his coat pocket and a lighter from another and hands it over to Jaehwan. Jaehwan lights up the cigarette as he leans against the wall next to where Hakyeon stands.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?” he asks Hakyeon as he returns his lighter and Hakyeon laughs.

“Did you already forget my name?” he asks playfully.

“I haven’t” Jaehwan grins in reply. “Hakyeon. I don’t forget pretty people easily you know?”

“How very generous of you” Hakyeon replies. He notes how Jaehwan isn’t wearing a jacket and just simple slippers. It looks like Jaehwan didn’t intend on going outside tonight but Hakyeon is glad for the company.

“I didn’t see you at the diner again” Hakyeon says casually.

He hasn’t been waiting for Jaehwan (he really isn’t) but then again there isn’t much that happens so aberrations stick out. Hakyeon finds it funny that he uses the concept of novelty to justify his curiosity about Jaehwan.

“I’ve been spending my nights writing and days sleeping” Jaehwan tells him. He taps the cigarette twice to let the ashes fall and then follows it with his gaze.

“For your novel? So you found the inspiration you were looking for?” Hakyeon asks curiously.

“Something like that” Jaehwan says, looking back up at Hakyeon. His smile supports the suggestive implication that his gaze implies.

Hakyeon doesn’t know what will kill him faster, the slowly burning cigarette hanging off his lips or the way Jaehwan’s roguish smile makes his heartbeat erratic.

“Something like that” Hakyeon repeats to himself. The smoke from his cigarette fades to nothingness in the night air and the glowing ember aligns with the malfunctioning neon sign of the diner. He’s well beyond his time limit for a break.

“What does a down on their luck man do for cheap thrills here?” Jaehwan asks him.

“What kind of cheap thrills are you looking for?” Hakyeon asks idly. He can dilly dally for a while more. Hongbin and Taekwoon will cover for him. They will pester him for details at worst but he can always nag them back about the secretive looks they share that they think he doesn’t notice.

“Anything really. I need to get out of that tiny motel room” Jaehwan sighs. Hakyeon thinks for a while before speaking up. There isn’t much to do here. Hakyeon calls it a deadbeat neighborhood for a reason. But a few things come to his mind.

“Meet me at the motel entrance at 7 on Saturday” Hakyeon tells him.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Jaehwan asks. He’s amused by the sudden energy that Hakyeon gains.

“No” Hakyeon says playfully. “Just trust me on this.”

Jaehwan doesn’t know what the plan is but Hakyeon’s enthusiasm is infectious. He decides to indulge him this time around and nods in response.

-

Jaehwan idly rocks back and forth on his heels. The sun has begun it’s descent to the horizon and bathes the surroundings in a dull golden glow. The hustle and bustle of people picks up as the heat of the afternoon ebbs away.

The sight of a motorbike pulling up and stopping in front of him makes him raise his eyebrow. It’s Hakyeon and Jaehwan finds himself surprised.

“I thought pretty boys were too prim and proper to be riding motorcycles” he teases.

“Not this pretty boy” Hakyeon says, throwing Jaehwan the extra helmet that had been strapped to the backseat.

“I’m being whisked off into the unknown by a handsome bad boy. How romantic. Do you happen to have tattoos too?” Jaehwan asks, swinging a leg around the bike to settle behind Hakyeon. He’s skinny, he notes as he puts his arm around his waist and the leather of their jackets squeak on friction.

“You’ll have to find out by yourself” Hakyeon tells him.

“Are you sure you want to challenge me? I get competitive” Jaehwan warns him.

���I’ll take my chances” Hakyeon shrugs. Jaehwan hums in response and tightens his grip around Hakyeon’s waist. At first he intended to maintain a respectful distance but now he has a challenge to win. He takes pride in the way Hakyeon’s hand falters before he grips the handle firmly.

“Ready to go?” Hakyeon asks and he nods before verbally answering in the positive. Hakyeon takes off, driving down the narrow lanes till they hit the wide city roads.

Jaehwan takes in the cityline. The high rises are sequestered in a specific area and they breach the five storey high skyline of the rest of the city. They take the highway bridge and the metro line runs along the bridge before diverging. The packed coaches contrast the free highway that then opens up to the suburbs on the other side.

The buildings give way to sparse houses spread out across fields. In the distance, the sea sparkles dark blue and golden. As they near the pier, the sound of the waves increases, growing louder than the sound of the engine.

“I didn’t know we were this close to the sea” Jaehwan says, getting off Hakyeon’s bike so he can park.

“You asked me where the cool kids go. The answer is that we get out as often as we can” Hakyeon tells him. He straps their helmets to either side of the back seat and locks them for good measure.

They walk along the promenade, passing shops and restaurants set up in shacks. Hakyeon points out the different regional specialities of cuisine on the menus displayed outside and it makes Jaehwan’s mouth water.

They pick up two bottles of apple cider from one of the shacks and walk till they reach the point where the promenade ends and gives way to the beach and the pier that extends to the sea. Beyond the pier lies a mini carnival with small prop up stores and a mini ferris wheel for children.

“How good is your aim?” Hakyeon asks, gesturing to a shooting range with prices on display.

“A teddy bear isn’t enough to tempt me” Jaehwan scoffs.

“So it’s terrible” Hakyeon concludes and drags him over anyways. Jaehwan protests but Hakyeon silences him by telling him that it isn’t for him. Hakyeon wants to try his hand at winning the ridiculously floppy bear and Jaehwan is merely here for moral support.

Hakyeon’s aim is much better than his. His first shot is slightly off the target but the second and third at very close to the target, making the score eligible for the price. The man running the store sullenly hands over the floppy teddy bear and Hakyeon grins from ear to ear.

They try their hand at various games and probably spend close to an hour and all their spare change at the claw machine trying to pick up a Pokemon toy. The way Jaehwan’s eyebrows furrow in concentration are hot to Hakyeon and more often than not, he finds himself staring at them.

They skip eating at a shack, snacking on street food between games. They spend the last of his loose change at a still display, prompting the performer to dance before becoming exceptionally still again.

Before Jaehwan realizes, the clock hits midnight and the carnival starts winding down. They sit by the pier, legs swinging over the edge and watching the lights go out slowly till only the street lamps remain. The dimming makes the stars in the sky clearer and Hakyeon lies down on his back to watch them. He uses the teddy bear he won earlier as a pillow and Jaehwan chuckles to himself.

“Are you in a hurry to go back?” Hakyeon asks when Jaehwan picks up his phone and begins typing.

“Not really. Nothing to go back to” Jaehwan replies without looking at Hakyeon. This entire setting gives him ideas that he saves on his phone app before the thoughts and sentences fade from his mind.

“Right” Hakyeon says, going back to staring at the sky. He wishes he had something cold and alcoholic to go along with the view. He opts for a cigarette instead. He looks to Jaehwan to see if he wants one as well but Jaehwan is engrossed in whatever he is typing.

A few moments later, Jaehwan sides up next to him, phone away and head on the part of the teddy bear that sticks out. Their faces are very close but the lack of space is intimate and comfortable.

“Your phone is ringing” Hakyeon tells him, feeling the vibration in his jacket across the wooden panels beneath them.

“It’s no one important” Jaehwan dismisses. Hakyeon hums and turns to fully face Jaehwan. He places his hand in the space between them and relaxes. The street light falling partially across his face make him glow golden. The moonlight lights up Jaehwan’s face in the shadow and makes him shine silver, complementing him.

Jaehwan puts his hand gently on top of Hakyeon’s. His fingers are lean and slender and Jaehwan traces their outline and goes down his palm to his hand and it gives Hakyeon goosebumps. Jaehwan plays with the hem of his jacket before letting his hand fall off.

Jaehwan leans in and Hakyeon meets him half way. Jaehwan’s lips are as soft as they are plump and Hakyeon doesn’t hesitate to kiss him more. Nothing about this is soft and slow, all desperation and need breaking through. Jaehwan hooks his leg over Hakyeon’s and pulls him closer, causing him to gasp breathlessly.

When he pulls away, Hakyeon takes a deep breath and chases. He kisses Jaehwan on his neck and sucks a hickey. Jaehwan’s moans are a melody he wants to hear more of and so he kisses him even more. His hands snake up under his t-shirt to hold his waist and Jaehwan holds him by his neck as he shudders.

The forgotten cigarette has completely burnt out, leaving a mark on the wooden panel. The street light flickers and Hakyeon breaks the silence to ask “your place or mine?”

“Whichever is closer” Jaehwan urges, kissing him on his jaw. Hakyeon steals a last kiss before getting up and dusting himself off.

-

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” Jaehwan asks, with his hand resting on the dip just above Hakyeon’s hips. Hakyeon has his one and only tattoo there - sprig of lavender flowers that were tattooed on long ago and have since faded in color.

“A few times already” Hakyeon laughs. Jaehwan’s touch is gentle and pleasant his hands are softer than they should be. The skin on his fingertips is papery in texture and he likes the way they feel against his skin.

“You should be told that again and again. Words aren’t enough to do it justice” Jaehwan says. His conviction almost makes Hakyeon believe it, his own insecurities forgotten. Jaehwan makes him feel beautiful and for one night, that’s a good departure from loneliness.

“Your phone keeps buzzing. Are you sure you don’t want to answer it?” Hakyeon asks as they take a moment to catch their breath.

“Like I said, no one important” Jaehwan tells him. He puts his phone face down and lets it ring till it finally falls silent. After three calls, the caller takes the hint and stops calling.

When it finally falls silent, Jaehwan picks it up again and puts music on. It’s an indie song that Hakyeon has never heard but the mellow beat is soporific. The exhaustion after the long day causes him to drift off and he falls asleep to Jaehwan idly carding his fingers through his hair.

When Hakyeon wakes, the lights are off and the only source of light is the window to the balcony. The sky outside is a faint dark blue. An indication that Dawn will break soon. He watches Jaehwan standing in the balcony, smoking and leaning against the railing.

He’s on his phone and his expression is stoic. Hakyeon takes a deep breath and turns over to the other side so that he doesn’t have to see it.

A part of him already knows but for a while he doesn’t have to admit it to himself. The fancy jackets and shoes, the high quality paper that sits next to the typewriter on the desk and the branded luggage stowed away in the corner are beyond what a struggling writer can afford. The calls that Jaehwan never wants to answer in front of him and the faraway look he gets in his eye every time the phone rings. Hakyeon isn’t a fool.

However, when the call ends and Jaehwan comes back inside, he lets him put his arm around his waist and kiss his neck slowly. When Jaehwan asks if he is awake he replies in the positive and lets Jaehwan kiss down his back and let his hands wander.

When morning comes, the illusion will shatter. Hakyeon isn’t in a hurry to throw stones at the flimsy glass window.

-

Hakyeon finds that it’s much easier to live in a world of fantasy than it is to confront and accept reality.

Jaehwan frequents the diner for dinner every night. It doesn’t take long for Hongbin to catch on to the fact that the attention is reciprocated. He doesn’t approve but he knows not to meddle. Taekwoon doesn’t say anything about it but Hakyeon catches him looking their way every now and then in case he needs to intervene.

What they don’t know is that the trysts don’t end with the dinner conversations. For multiple times in the two weeks since the first night, Hakyeon finds himself in bed with Jaehwan in his tiny motel room.

Jaehwan is a gentle lover. For every rough tug or forceful thrust, there are equally sweet words whispered in his ears. Jaehwan praises him to the point where Hakyeon thinks it’s a kink that Jaehwan left to be inferred.

In return, Hakyeon gives him the brazen roughness he craves. If Hakyeon had a penny for the number of times that he has blushed - thinking of how Jaehwan looks with his hands tied up above his head, lips apart and gasping for air as Hakyeon’s hands go where he shouldn’t - he would be a very rich man indeed.

The delicate balance between them exists and simultaneously doesn’t. Their desire for each other breaks all floodgates as it pours out in loving kisses and roving hands. But the voice in the back of Hakyeon’s head doesn’t shut up, constantly reminding him that this cannot and will not last.

There is a marked difference between anticipation of an event and living through its occurrence. Hakyeon and Jaehwan sit in the balcony, sharing the last remaining cigarette from Hakyeon’s stash. The diner is visible from their vantage point and the neon red from the sign colors everything in their view.

“For someone who smokes so much, how come you don’t even own a lighter?” Hakyeon asks.

“My… no one really approves of me smoking back home” Jaehwan tells him.

“So this was a vacation from the goodie two shoes life? A shady motel, cigarette smoke and terrible 80s music instead of some cool indie albums?”

“Hey! Those are classics! You have no taste”

“Forgive me if I am tired of listening to the same set of ten songs on the jukebox for years” Hakyeon protests. He scoffs in the direction of the neon sign before taking the cigarette back from his lover.

“Do you think they’ll ever fix it?” Jaehwan asks curiously.

“Maybe, maybe not. No one is particularly invested in it. No one cares” Hakyeon shrugs.

“That’s a very bleak outlook on life” Jaehwan says. Hakyeon leans on the railing and doesn’t reply. Jaehwan looks in his general direction, flicking the dust off his shorts.

“You know, my novel is almost complete” Jaehwan tells him. “Well the first draft of it anyways. It’s a hot pile of garbage.”

“You never told me what it’s about” Hakyeon says.

“Just… people. Places and things. Nothing and everything” Jaehwan says vaguely. He doesn’t say anymore and Hakyeon doesn’t prod. He remembers Jaehwan slaving away over his typewriter for hours, typing, scratching and retyping pages upon pages.

“Does this mean you will go back home now?” Hakyeon asks. The neon sign flickers and the lack of uncertainty on Jaehwan’s face is what hurts Hakyeon the most.

“When?” he follows up and Jaehwan smiles regretfully.

“The day after tomorrow. I booked the train tickets this morning” Jaehwan tells him. Hakyeon swallows when he realizes that Jaehwan’s mind is made up. There’s nothing he can say to change it. He doesn’t even know what to say if he had to.

“I should go” Hakyeon says standing up. It’s the only alternative that makes any sense. Jaehwan starts and calls after him but he doesn’t heed it. He heads in and picks up his coat and phone.

“Hakyeon” Jaehwan says, reaching out and holding on to the sleeve of his shirt. Hakyeon is almost out the door but he stops at the threshold.

“Jaehwan” Hakyeon says firmly and his tone makes Jaehwan drop his hand. “It had to end some time. It might as well be tonight.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you” Jaehwan speaks up. His voice is sincere and Hakyeon is almost swayed by it.

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions” Hakyeon recites the parable. Jaehwan did not mean to hurt him and he didn’t intend on getting hurt. Yet here they are, standing so close but far apart from each other. On one side of this door is guilty indulgence and on the other, the painful but pragmatic solution to his guilt.

They stand like this for a while before Hakyeon steps out of the door. He walks straight ahead, not apologizing to the woman he bumps into on the stairwell and out across the street, back into the diner he left just a few hours ago.

Jaehwan might have been a riveting departure from the grim reality he lives in. But the fantasy is ending and it’s time he went back.

When the next night comes, Jaehwan doesn’t return to the diner. Nor does he visit on the nights after. When Hakyeon looks out if the window during his break, the balcony he sat on with Jaehwan is occupied by other strangers taking their own smoking break.

The diner’s neon sign flickers out and a small child walks up to the jukebox. The machine swallows the coin and whirs to life again before dying. The child frowns but ultimately goes back to his parents and rejoins the excited chatter, all thoughts about the machine forgotten.

Hakyeon goes back to his chores too.

-

[krsnlove]

Like You’ll Never See Me Again

Note: Again, the events in book 2 of Liam &Riley sneaking around bugged me so bad. I did another fic, here, of Riley breaking it off. But this accurately describes what I wish could have happened in the book. Homie don’t play that.

Inspired by the Alicia Keys song.

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Liam x Madeleine

Rating: PG

Tagging: @alj4890 @rafasgirl23415 @carabeth @darley1101 @cocomaxley

A few hours ago she was in his arms. Conflicted about it but the fact remains, he is in her bed. It was one place where they were safe. The one place where they were able to freely express their love for each other without holding back. But it was also one place where she felt the burden of being the other woman weigh her down.

When I wake up in the morning

You’re beside me

I’m so thankful that I found

Everything that I’ve been looking for

She knows before daylight comes, she’ll be alone again. It was this way for the past few months. He would show up in the middle of the night, spend the night with her, and would leave before sunrise. Their lives depended on the fact that no one could know about their late night trysts.  

Her head jerks up as an older woman sits down on the empty seat across from her. She forces a small smile, desperately trying to hide the despair that was threatening to resurface through the tears she cried earlier. She quickly averts her gaze as she feels her eyes water at the memory of the morning’s events.

I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift

And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me

Cause Lord only knows another day is not guaranteed

She needs the memory of him imprinted into her mind before the rising sun takes him away. She watches the way his chest moves up and down, his breathing even and content. She whispers “I love you”, and he sleepily responds with an “I love you, too” and lazily kisses her forehead while pulling her closer. She notices the way he changes his sleeping position, followed by his hand searching for her. How he is able to fall back asleep once he finally comes into contact with her body.

Making her way out of the restroom and back into her seat, the older woman tries to make conversation, but she isn’t interested. Not today, anyway. She gives a polite nod before changing seats to a less populated area.

Every time you hold me

Hold me like this is the last time

Every time you touch me

Touch me like this is the last time

She still remembers waking up to him sitting on the edge of the bed, getting dressed. She asked him to stay a little longer but the sad smile on his lips was enough of an answer. The memory of her climbing out of bed and placing her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug continues to play in her mind. His hands wrapped around her waist, bending down to hold her close, as she places a kiss on his neck. Fighting to hold the tears back, she broke the hug, and moved her lips to his.

Every time you kiss me

Kiss me like you’ll never see me again

Promise that you’ll love

Love me like you’ll never see me again

“I’ll see you tonight, my love,” he told her before leaving the room. But he wouldn’t. With the realization of never seeing him again, she finally gave into the despair that had been gnawing at her for the past several weeks. Her knees felt weak as she dropped to the floor and broke down.

She mourned for Liam and herself. She mourned for what could’ve been, what should’ve been. Everything was perfect and in an instant, it all fell apart. She couldn’t keep up the guise of not having his love, his heart, any longer. It hurt to have to watch him be with someone else, but it hurt even more to hide their love from the world, as if they were ashamed of it.

She eventually picks herself off the floor and begins to gather her belongings. After summoning a car to the Beaumont Estate, she leaves the thank you note to Bertrand and Maxwell on the desk in the room. She says a silent good-bye as she looks over the house that had been her home for the past several months. With her belongings in hand she climbs into the car and refuses to look back.

“This is the final boarding call for Flight #4991 to New York City at Gate B9.”

Riley looks up, surprised to find the seats around her empty, as the rest of the passengers boarded the plane. She quickly stood with her belongings and made her way to the gate.

This was for the best, she kept telling herself.

I can’t be the other woman.

I won’t be the other woman.

If I had no more time

No more time left to be here

Would you cherish what we had?

Was it everything that you were looking for?

She quietly stares out of the window as the plane ascended. Riley overlooks Cordonia and notices the palace Liam and Madeleine stay in. She no longer tries to suppress the cry that comes so easily and once again gives in to her heart breaking.

‘Good-bye my love.’

[steveskafte]

WELCOMING TO SOME Wandering through the breaks between shade, I get all the sun I need. When I'm hiking on a day that's far too hot, and I'm over the lines into insect enemy territory – I get lost into the trance of tunnel vision. That's how an old abandoned road appears in the forest, a kind of rounded burrow barreling through the trees, leaving a circular hollow in the center of things. I'll go anywhere once when it's blinding, but I'll only return when the sleepy clouds or casting shadows come falling. Because even though the mood of summer seems so wide and welcoming to some, I'm a night creature more than not. Don't tell the sun I don't like her, it's just that I need some time apart. July 11, 2021 Lake La Rose, Nova Scotia Year 14, Day 4991 of my daily journal.

[vehicon3529]

*4991 sat on in the corner of the mega berth room. It was a communal resting place for all the vehicons and only the vehicons. Anyone with a name got their own rooms but this is where 4991 sat alone. In the corner he sat on a data pad looking at humans greatest achievements. Those small squishy things have done a lot but the best thing they ever did was make works of art in the form of buildings. Great gargantuan works of art they never made again. It was gorgeous like what Cybertron had before the war though that was made on the backbreaking labor on what the Decepticons stand against. It was still beautiful regardless. And that’s where he sat alone, until 3529 walked in. He had 2 cubes full of energon.*

You alright back there? *4991 nodded. 3529 made his way to the corner where his coremate was.* I have to be honest. I was cruel when I threw you into the multiverse with no warning. I know you hate me for it and the chaos I brought into your life. *4991 looked up* It’s my fault for butting into places I don’t belong. Thanks for the Apology tho. *3592 handed him a cube* Are you alright with knowing this stuff? Being Adopted by an Autobot? Optimus Prime no less. Are you okay with watching all of that stuff? I know it took me a good while to process it all once I first discovered the human internet for the first time. I’m fine. It is crazy but I can get use to it. *3592 sat next to 4991* I’m having fun on the human internet. They have a lot of cool stuff on here. What kind of cool stuff? Huge cathedrals humans made. Look at this one! *4991 showed his data pad to 3592.* That’s one unit of a castle. Do you know the amount of detail those little things put into these buildings? It’s phenomenal! They are pretty grand. You know those knife looking things remind me of feathers. I guess they do. I saw you liked birds. I do. Do you want to tell me about them? If you tell me about architecture.

*They sat together for a good while sharing information between each other on their special interests. All is good*