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𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | Harry Castillo x reader

summary | Five years of being his assistant and five years of failed attempts at finding love with your help, but maybe the obvious answer has been there the entire time. Alternatively, you fucked your boss? Uh-oh.

author's note | harry...randy...who knows. i'll change it if needed but given the name tag, this is what i'm sticking with for now. skip the lecture about not writing until the movie is out, this isn't hurting anyone so don't bother me about it, xo. the horny demons always win. i listened to this song i repeat while i wrote, felt fitting.

content warning | 18+ MDNI, power imbalance (boss/assistant), work wife/work husband type beat, mentions of failed dating, being superficial, mentions of sugar daddy things, expensive gifts, reader is a godly assistant with a will stronger than mine, he smokes, they drink, sex while inebriated, he's down so bad, also oral!, tense morning after, open-ended

word count — 4.5k

You knew him better than anyone.

From his breakfast order down to his specific choice of underwear, like you weren’t making the weekly purchases and filling up his rarely used fridge in the apartment that was way out your price range, arranging his schedule down to the minute, booking his flights, packing his bag.

Really, Harry should just marry you.

…it was more of a joke, but you’ve teased him about it once or twice.

He called you his work wife anyways, but in reality, you were just his assistant.

He did trust you with his life, though.

More importantly, his love life.

“Kim flaked,” he tells you over coffee, perched at his kitchen island as you typed away on your laptop, looking up briefly with eyes that begged for him to explain, he does and makes a show about, mimicking a more feminine voice as he relays the message she gave him, “same song and dance—you’re great and fun but I can’t do anything serious right now,”

“Were you nice?” you ask curiously.

Harry rolls his eyes at that, like it was a stupid question to ask. But, eventually he nods.

“Did you ask questions?” you continue, fingers folding over the screen of your laptop to close it.

“Plenty, she works in finance, loves the color blue, wants to travel,” he could go on and on, throwing his hands up in defeat before they slump to his side, “maybe I should try out a real matchmaker—not that you’re bad at it—”

“You think I’m bad at it,” you smile knowingly, “don’t you?”

“No,” you’re unconvinced, “besides—you’re my assistant, I never meant for that type of responsibility to fall on you, you know?”

“I’m doing both of us a favor,” you remind him, “I think…it just takes time.”

And fortunately, all you had was time.

It felt pointless for Harry to spend a chunk of cash to have someone pair him up with the supposed love of his life, though you knew that money wasn’t a problem, you felt a weird responsibility to protect him, unsure how quickly someone would take advantage of his kindness.

“There’s a gala,” you tell him offhandedly, “next week. I already cleared your schedule for it. I think…maybe you should just peruse this time.”

“Peruse?” he chuckles, eyes creasing in amusement, his crow’s feet deepening with the emotion, “You’re a control freak, you sure about that?”

“That’s just mean,” you retort, “you’re paying me anyways—if you didn’t like it you’d fire me.”

He knew you were right, sipping quietly at his coffee in response.

He was frustrating, predictable, and painfully superficial.

Every date was an exercise in appearances—perfectly tailored suits, dinner at the most exclusive places, charm turned up to eleven. And yet, none of it ever stuck. He was overcompensating and you weren’t sure why.

He was a good guy, down to his core, and in the five years you had worked with him there was never a moment you thought he didn’t deserve love, he was perfect. Too perfect.

That was the problem.

“You know, you’re like prime age to be a sugar daddy,” you tease him, knowing how he felt about the topic, “there’s plenty of apps that I can—”

“You’re relentless,” he grumbles, “if you ever did that, I’m firing you on the spot.”

“You wouldn’t,” it was a gentle challenge, smirk flashing across your face as he returned it with fondness, “without me you would crash and burn, Mr. Castillo.”

And he knows it.

–

The gala is a bust.

So, as a bandaid to his wounded ego, you order takeout and keep him company in his big, lavish apartment—it wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last.

You knew what the issue was, but there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that told you he wouldn’t receive the information well.

It was after every failed date, every expensive dinner.

They saw him at the surface, the charming man with an easy, warm smile.

You saw the man who kicked his shoes off and stripped himself of his suit jacket the second he walked through the door, who couldn’t resist a late-night binge of his newest streaming obsession, someone who insisted on stirring his coffee counterclockwise because it made it taste better, a man would text you pictures of squirrels in the park that he would feed on his way home.

It wasn’t that you were pining over him. You just knew him better than anyone.

“Why are you so dead set on marriage?” you ask him over dinner, turned toward him on the couch as he reaches for the remote to pause the show on screen.

He’s had this conversation before, but he’s never asked you any questions on the matter.

“What’s your opinion on it?” he’s avoiding, clearly, but you’ll bite.

“I don’t date, I’m not interested, signing a piece of paper isn’t going to signify my feelings toward someone if it came down to that,” you admit, “I’m not cynical, marriage is fine, but this stuff takes time,”

“Well, I’m not getting any younger,” Harry gripes, arms reaching over the back of the couch as he mirrors your position.

“Oh, please,” you scoff, “you’re forty-nine.”

“Almost fifty,” he corrects, “I’m ancient.”

“O-kay,” you sigh, “do you want honesty?”

“I’d hope you were being honest with me all the time.”

“No,” you laugh softly, “like…brutal fucking honesty?”

He’s silent, but attentive.

“You keep choosing women who treat you like they’re next getaway vacation and you fall for it every time,” his forehead creases at the words, looking hurt by your words, “I see your bank payments every month, the activity—”

“It’s not like money is an issue,” he defends, causing you to sigh dramatically and fall back against the arm of the couch in faux distress.

“This is impossible,” you groan, staring up at the ceiling before you feel his hand circle around your wrist, tugging gently,

“Okay, I’m listening,” Harry says softly, pulling you upright, “I’m sorry—I am.”

“You want it to work so bad,” you tell him, “I see it—every time you approach someone you put on that smile and it works, but you’re giving so much and yeah, maybe some of them like that, but I’m sure a few would just enjoy a nice dinner here, or something simple. I think you forget to realize that someone can just be interested in you, for you, not for what you are or have,”

It’s profound, the way his face softens at your words, his touch still lingering around your wrist.

You’ve never even considered or entertained the idea that you might find Harry attractive or even attainable—for one, you had signed a contract that agreed to a professional work relationship, as a benefit for both of you, not that he ever had any intention to begin with.

You’ve been with him for so long, it feels, a fresh and young mind to help keep him active and busy, constantly refreshing ideas and helping him not feel like he was stuck, and you were damn good at taking care of him when he’s often tended to neglect himself.

The only thing you know is that he’s never looked at you like that.

Like you could see straight through him, all his flaws on display.

But, that was because you knew all of them.

You knew everything about him, even the worse bits.

His bad habits, his self-inflicting ones, everything that he refused to bring to the surface.

Harry’s fingers still lingered around your wrist, the weight of your words sinking in.

But then, just like he always did, he broke the tension with a huff of laughter and frowns as he brushed you off.

“You just think I’m a sucker, don’t you?”

You shook your head with a faint smile, returning your arm to your lap.

“No—I think you like to see the good in people. So much good that you’re willing to ignore red flags.”

“Jeez,” he chuckled, clutching his stomach like you had physically wounded him, “that hurt.”

You shrugged and reached for the remote to resume the picture on screen, “You’ll survive.”

–

It was your day off—Sunday, the one day.

“Have you seen my cufflinks laying around?” he asked over the video call, “Shit—my tie, too. I can’t find it anywhere. I thought you said you laid it out for me.”

“No, I said I had it hung up and for you to lay it out before you showered,” you correct him, laying tiredly on your couch as you watched him search around frantically, hair damp and his bare shoulders on display, only catching the briefest glimpses of the towel around his waist as he turned the camera around, “Waitwait—go back!”

“There’s no fucking way you saw it,” Harry argues, “I’ve been looking for the last ten minutes—”

“In the pocket of your suit, the tie is there,” you tell him, “and given that you probably tossed the suit on the bed like you always do, the cufflinks are probably somewhere hiding under the blanket,”

He tosses you against the mattress, your screen succumbing to darkness as you wait, some shifting of the sheets before you hear him make a sound before he appears again, cufflinks pinched between his fingers and a look of defeat on his face.

“What would you do without me?” you ask with a cocky grin, finger hovering over the end call button as he shakes his head.

“What was this for again?” Harry asks curiously, laying you down upright as you caught a glimpse of his bare chest as he shrugged the crisp, white button down over his shoulders.

“It’s a charity auction, your favorite,” you chirp, “and you’re flying solo, so—don’t do anything stupid or…crass,”

“If I paid you double a day of work would you go?” Harry asks after a long pause, glancing down at the screen, “Triple?”

“Triple?!” you gawk, “see—you’re insane, this is what I’m talking about,”

He chuckles despite your response, “You’re good at keeping the sharks away,”

There were particular hawking businessmen who made it their mission to hunt Harry down at events and keep him occupied, eager to do business, whatever it may be—you were the unspoken master of redirection, as much as he refused to admit it.

“Can we grab dinner on the way?”

“Burgers?” Harry asks, perking up slightly.

It was a constant go-to for you and him.

You nod through the screen, “Don’t even bother with the tie either, I’ll do it.”

–

“I can’t believe you roped me into this on my day off,” you whisper at his side, earning a half-smirk from him.

The charity auction was as lavish as you’d expected.

Crystal chandeliers, gold accents, and far too much champagne and hors d'oeuvres.

Harry’s hand found the small of your back the moment you arrived, steering you through a sea of designer gowns and tuxedos, feeling uncomfortable in the tight dress and stilettos that you only wore on rare occasions, biting at your heels.

“You’ll survive,” he grins, grabbing you both a glass of champagne and pressing it into your waiting fingers, “I’m gonna…peruse, alright?”

“Don’t say it—that just makes you sound like a creep,” your face scrunches up in disgust as you sip at the alcohol, “just go—go, I’ll…handle everything else.”

The evening passed in a blur of small talk and polite smiles, but somewhere between the endless speeches and bidding wars, you found yourself on the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief in the stuffy ballroom.

You smell him before you see him, the thick and rich scent of his cologne so familiar you swear you could find him on that alone, turning over your shoulder to see him closing the door quietly, cigarette pack tucked in his palm as he approached with a neutral expression.

“You okay?” you ask, leaning against the railing of the balcony.

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and then plucking a single cigarette from the box, “Honestly? I’m just tired of it.”

“The auctions? Charity?” you inquire, a small smile tugging at your face.

“All of it.” He looked at you, his gaze lingering as he lit the tobacco, “The events, the dates, searching for—I don’t even fucking know at this point,”

“The offer stands…” you say jokingly, though he knows exactly where this is heading.

“If I wanted a sugar baby I’d find one.”

Your eyes roam over his figure as he puffs at the cigarette, pulling a deep laugh from his chest before you’re pushing him away playfully.

“Let’s go,” he tells you with a deep sigh, stubbing out the end of the cigarette and tucking it away for later, tossing his arm over your shoulder as he readied to guide you through the crowd, always protective in spaces like this, another thing that was special to him.

–

The ride home is quiet, like it always is, both of you sitting in the backseat with the partition up, watching as he looked through his phone with a scowl, occasional typing and sending a message.

Eventually, he looks at you.

“Thank you,” He says with a soft tone, “I know this isn’t your favorite thing to do.”

You tilted your head into the headrest and smiled, crossing one thigh over the other as you worked at your heels to remove them, “Oh, it wasn’t that bad—the free alcohol is always a plus.”

He chuckled at that, silently helping you remove your shoes with a soft squeeze to your foot.

That was normal—but, it forces you to pause.

His natural instinct to help, to touch, to comfort you.

Your brow furrows at the gesture before you shake it away, blaming it on the buzz of alcohol in your system, watching as he continues the gesture with the other foot.

“Having you there makes it bearable, is all,” he explains, looking up at you briefly as he undid the tie around your ankle, “you…calm me, I guess.”

You swallowed. Hard.

The warmth of his words lingering in your chest, in his touch against your ankle, “You’d do the same for me.”

And he would—if you ever needed anything, anything, Harry was there.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, “without question.”

The sincerity caught you off guard.

You turned to study him, the familiar slope of his nose, the line of his jaw. There was something about the way he looked tonight—tired, maybe, but softer.

And he keeps looking at you, checking.

The car moved smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the city blurring past in streaks of gold and blues and reds. The hum of the engine was steady, the faint sound of music barely audible from the front, through the glass, the back lit up dimly by the trim of lights on the roof and door.

Harry leaned back, one hand moved against the seat, his other hand dragging slowly over his thigh—restless.

Instinctually, without thinking, you reached for his hand.

It wasn’t purposeful. Just a simple act of absentmindedness.

You’ve done it a hundred times before.

Tugged at his sleeves to fix his cufflinks, brushed lint from his lapel or pants, adjusted the collar of his shirts. Constantly fixed his hair, touching him wasn’t new.

His skin was warm. Not hot, not cold.

You felt the slight twitch of his hand, like he was debating whether to move. Instead, his fingers shifted, just a fraction, enough that the edge of his thumbnail brushed over the inside of your wrist.

The contact was thoughtless, nothing.

But, in the same moment, it felt like everything.

The way his eyes watched the movement, roamed your body like they had before but with a different implication, his eyes half-lidded and relaxed, wondering how much alcohol he had consumed himself—this wasn’t friendly.

And it definitely wasn’t professional.

Harry’s gaze was on you now, your face, as you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hand.

Then his thumb moved.

Up.

Barely.

A soft drag along your pulse.

It was half a decade of avoidance, defeat in his heart and mind, and fear in your own.

Broken, by the car rolling to a stop outside of Harry’s apartment building.

“We’re here, Mr. Castillo,” the voice of the driver came from the front, a nod of acknowledgement as his hand slipped from yours.

“Oh, hold on,” you were scooting aside to let him out, readied for the next stop as he cocks his head toward the building, “I’ve got something for you—I’ll drive you home, don’t worry,”

“Harry,” you stress, looking down at his hand that waves you toward him, extending out for you to grab, insistently as his fingers wiggle in wait.

Turns out, he wasn’t totally lying.

That something was accompanied by a seven thousand dollar bottle of Leroz Aux Brulees—you knew that because you had purchased it during his trip to France, the supposed city of love.

“I’m going to murder you,” you tell him as he places the bottle on the counter and keeps the closed case of mystery at his side, “hide your body, flee country—I hate surprises, you know that.”

“I think you’ll like this one,” he grins, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring two hefty glasses, eyeing the deep red as it glugged into the glass.

“You know, if you wanted company you could have just asked,” you tell him, “I get it, you’re lonely,”

He knows you’re only teasing but it stings nonetheless, both of you taking a long and heavy sip as his fingers swirl over the velvet casing before he’s pushing it over quickly, tapping it with his fingers, “Open it,” he encourages, eyeing you over the rim.

You place your glass down and pry it open slowly, carefully, like you were deconstructing a bomb, but as the piece inside comes into view you find yourself at a loss for words or thoughts.

Your eyes are wide, staring up at him with parted lips that tingled from the lingering alcohol, knowing you should have cut yourself off at one glass of champagne and refused to come inside, that you should have just went home and enjoyed what little bit of the day you had left to yourself.

Now, you were looking back at a necklace so delicate you were afraid to stare at it too long, embedded with a cluster of diamonds and nearly two years of your rent if you were doing the math correctly in your mind.

Always about the numbers, Harry constantly teased.

“I saw how you looked at it the other day,” he admits, “and I owe you a hell of a lot more, but it…I’m trying to say thank you for…being you,”

“I’m not taking that,” you refuse with a laugh of disbelief, sliding back over to him gently, downing the rest of your wine in one go to forget how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“You are,” Harry insists, “consider it a bonus—Christmas is in a couple months, too.”

“You know…this is exactly that kind of stuff a sugar da—”

Harry makes a noise, shaking his head.

You bite your lip in thought, ignoring his subtle annoyance at your comment.

It was fucking beautiful, really.

You sigh, using one finger to turn the case back toward you, examining it closely.

Quietly, Harry presses his glass into the counter and rounds the edge toward you, his chest at your shoulder as he reaches for the jewelry, working carefully at the clasp before he’s motioning for you to relax your shoulders.

It wasn’t the stillness of the moment, but his touch, again.

He’s methodical in the way he touches you, dragging his hand around your neck as he fits the necklace into place, his fingertips pressing against the column of your throat in a way that tickles slightly, shifting uncomfortably until you hear the faint click and he breathes behind you, hands resting at your shoulders.

You’re not sure why he hasn’t moved, but you find yourself turning to speak.

“I’m just going to call an uber,” you tell him, “probably shouldn’t drive since we’ve both been drinking,”

“Yeah,” he agrees, but it sounds hollow, his eyes not following you as you move.

You hop from the chair and bend down to grab your shoes, but his hand is curling around your bicep and pulling you up and he’s staring again, the charge of his touch sending a jolt through your body as freeze,

“Come here,” he beckons, too natural.

And you listen.

He’s soft, every part of him. Skin, clothes, hair, lips.

He’s kissing you gently, like you might break, but you can tell he wants more.

Needs more.

“Are you going to regret this tomorrow?” you find yourself asking as he parts from you, licking at his lips as you both take a breath, letting the moment settle.

He shakes his head, “Are you?”

“Maybe,” you answer honestly, “maybe…not—fuck, I don’t know,”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” he promises, but you knew that was a lie.

Still, you nod in understanding.

–

He’s so tender with his touch, slipping you out of the dress in the dim light of his room.

Even softer as he guides you to your back and spreads himself on his belly between your legs, fingers interlocked with his at your hips as he buries his nose between your folds, his tongue splitting your cunt open in a sharp gasp that has you throwing your head back. His lips traced a slow, deliberate path down your body, igniting sparks along every inch of your skin.

He kissed along the curve of your thighs, teasing, tasting, until the tension was unbearable and with each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck, it pulled you deeper into a haze of heady desire.

This was reckless, dangerous, but neither of you found the moment to pause and think.

You wonder if things had been building to this for a while—if it was always supposed to happen this way or if he was acting off of greed; lust and companionship, even if just for a night.

You know you can ask him to stop at any point and he would, but even as his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night and he’s guiding you to your stomach, reaching blindly into his bedside table for a foil wrapping the crinkles loudly in the silence, you want this.

It was embarrassing how badly you wanted this.

He fucks you slow, too.

It was torturous, his chest flat against your back as he palms his cock and feeds it into you.

You don’t talk, neither does he.

But, his low moans and stuttering breaths speak for him.

If you could see him, you’d know how furrowed his brow would be, a hand sliding over the curve of your ass until he can reach your thigh, beckoning for you to raise it without speaking.

You oblige, the angle of his thrusts changing on a dime.

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes,” he admits like he’s confessing a sin.

“Please,” you plead—please stop talking, please keep going, please fuck me.

You couldn’t decide.

You feel him nod where his forehead is pressed between your shoulder blades as his fist curls into the sheet beside your head.

“Another, gimme another,” he pleads, the fingers on his other hand curling under your neck to life your chin, not expecting to meet his eyes as he leans over you.

The expression on his face so raw it makes you flutter around him, his lips parting in a deep, guttural groan, “I know you can,” he nods hurriedly.

And damn, does the praise work.

Your whimper breaks him, breathing out shakily as you locked eyes when he comes, slow and forceful thrusts until you’re nothing but an exhausted pile of tangled limbs.

“Greedy girl,” he comments through the haze, a weak giggle bubbling from your chest.

He pulls out slowly, a low grunt as he does so.

You’re not sure when you fall asleep, but you wake to a startling amount of weight over your stomach, an arm splayed possessively, the faint outline of a ring as you drag your hand over the limb.

It’s only as your eyes pry open that reality hits you, stumbling out of bed quickly.

No…nononono, where the fuck were your clothes? Jesus.

You stumble around half awake, searching for the silk dress on the floor, feeling accomplished when you find it and hastily redressing yourself as Harry stirs in bed, encouraging you to hurry, to slip out before he can say anything.

Your shoes are already on and you’re reaching for the doorknob when the voice comes, the weight of the necklace that still remained on your neck, two empty glasses of wine on the counter, a night of hasty choices and urgency laid out like a crime scene as his voice rings out from behind you, pleading.

“Don’t—don’t go,” Harry begs, “You don’t have to go,”

So much of this was wrong—it complicated everything.

Your life, your job, your relationship with him.

He can see you slipping, fingers inching toward the knob as he approaches you in a hurry, barefoot and shirtless, the kind of scene you shouldn’t be comforted with, like this was all normal to the both of you.

You’ve seen him like this a thousand times, but not when he’s looking at you so vulnerable, heart tore open and stapled to his chest, beating against your own as his hands splayed out over your cheeks.

“I don’t regret it,” he assures you again, “so please—stay, okay?”

“What changed?” you ask, voice trembling, “Five years, Harry. Five.”

“I’ve been running in circles this entire time,” he admits, “you know it—I know it.”

You had been there the entire time, learning every part of him without judgement, cataloging his flaws and skills, learning how he ticked and what motivated him. You had never quite settled on the ideal person to fit in his life as his partner, it surely wasn’t you.

It couldn’t be you.

“Please, don’t go,” Harry echoed once more.

The sick, cruel joke of it all was that this was your job.

You had nowhere to go. If it was any other morning, you would just be arriving, leaving his breakfast in the kitchen and starting your day.

You nod solemnly, “Of course, Mr. Castillo.”

It was painstaking, forcing the mask back on.

But, you couldn’t deal with this now.

Or ever, even.

Harry looks at you with a confused sadness, thumbs rubbing at your cheekbones before his hands fall to his side.

You’d figure this out, you always did.

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always-azriels-princess · 3 months ago

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The Wrong Thing part two

Guysss i did it :) im so proud

Summary: the mate bond snaps, and you say the wrong thing

Part 1

Word Count: 1.4K

Azriel was avoiding you. You knew it, he knew it, the entire Inner Circle knew it. Feyre had tried to approach you a couple times to figure out what had happened, but you never answered the knocks on your door.

It was embarassing, and yet you completely understood why your mate didn't want you. The haunted look in his eyes that night appeared in your nightmares each night, and each one ended with you waking up, slicked with sweat and panting as if just finishing a marathon.

Bags had started to form under your eyes from the lack of sleep, and Azriel wasn't looking much better. You had overheard Rhys talking to Feyre on multiple occasions about how Azriel was getting unfocused during missions, sloppy during training, and quick to anger in simple conversations.

You knew you had to fix your mistake, but it was hard to think of how your mate would look at you, like he never wanted to see you again. And you didn't even blame him, you wouldn't want to see yourself either after what you had done.

"No."

The words hung around your neck, suffocating you every second of every day like a noose growing tighter and tighter. Rhys had also noticed your work as a diplomat for the Night Court was diminishing in its thoroughness.

Nuala knocked on your door, as you were deep in some paperwork updating the new peace treaty with Winter. "Come in," you called.

"Good afternoon miss," Nuala said as she walked in. "The High Lord would like to see you in his office."

You sighed, expecting something like this after on your and Azriel's actions in the past week. "Thank you Nuala, I'll be right there."

The chair scraped back after you stood up, shuffling the papers and stuffing them in a drawer.

Dread coiled in your gut as you made your way to the High Lord's office, worried he would make you confront what you had been trying so hard to hide from.

You knocked thrice quietly, hoping Rhys had maybe left to go get a snack and you could sneak back into your room. To no avail, you heard a faint "come in," and you took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

The breath you had previously took escaped you as you gazed over every inch of the shadowsinger, completely ignoring the High Lord sitting at his desk, smirking with his "I'm so amazing" face.

As you drank in the image of your mate, his shadows clung to him, wrapping around his body like a second skin, while others writhed around his feet, swarming and twisting in chaotic patterns. The tension in the room increased ten-fold and the air around Azriel began to darken, his very presence sucking in the light around him. His adam's apple bobbed as he traced your every curve, as if committing the image to memory.

You just stood in the doorway, both you and your mate frozen, staring at each other, before Rhys cleared his throat and you snapped out of your trance, breaking your eye contact with your mate. As you sat down on the opposite side of the couch Azriel was on,

"Now, you probably know why I called you in," Rhys explained. "This," he gestured wildly, waving his hands between you two, "needs to stop. Azriel, you've almost completely dropped your training schedule, and I have reports from your informants that you're missing their check-ins." He turned to you, "And you are three days behind on the paperwork for the Winter Court peace treaty renewal."

Rhys sighed and stood up, walking towards the door. Before exiting the room, he turned back and said, "I don't know what's going on with you two, and I'm not going to snoop through your heads to figure it out, but something clearly happened, so you can leave this room when you are back to normal." With a wave of his hand, the door closed behind him as he walked away, and you could hear the soft click of the lock turning, keeping you stuck in a room with male who wanted nothing to do with you.

The air in the room was thick, suffocating. The silence between you and Azriel seemed to stretch endlessly, like the tension before a storm. He sat on the couch across from you, his posture rigid, every muscle in his body taut, like he was ready to shadow away at any second.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him at first. The guilt gnawed at your insides, raw and jagged, but you forced yourself to breathe, slow and steady, to calm the racing in your chest. The room was too quiet, and yet every sound felt amplified. The way his shadows whispered, curling and slithering at his feet, the way his eyes seemed to burn into you from across the room.

He was avoiding you, but you were avoiding him too.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat, suffocating you before they even had a chance to leave your lips.

Azriel spoke first, his voice low and strained. "You don’t have to do this." It was almost a whisper, his words laced with pain and, not anger...no, something more vunerable. Insecurity.

"Do what?" you finally managed, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. "Talk about it?"

His voice was low and strained. "You have already made your feelings very clear, and I would never try to force you into anything you don't want."

You sat up, confused. "Az, I never said I didn't want the bond. I was overjoyed when it snapped, but I....I panicked because I know that you deserve someone better than me."

His beautiful hazel eyes softened. "But...you said no. The bond snapped and you said no." His voice was getting louder and faster as he spoke. "You were right, you shouldn't want this bond, I'm broken and scarred, and you're so....so perfect."

An ache spread through your chest, as though all the fragile pieces of your heart had shattered at once, leaving sharp fragments to tear at your insides.

"Azriel," your voice cracked as tears filled your eyes. You shifted closer on the couch, until your legs were brushing against his. "I told you this that night, and I will tell you again. You. Are. Not. Weak. You are not broken, you are not scarred, you do not have a single flaw unless it is loving your family too much. I can never take back what I said that night, and I will replay that moment in my head for the rest of my life, praying to be able to go back in the past and change it. You have a such a pure heart, so do not think for one moment that you are not deserving of me. I am the one who doesn't deserve you." You finished your speech, a soft, uneven breath escaping you.

Azriel stared into your soul, his eyes softening with wonder and adoration. He smiled softly as he drew closer. When you felt his warm breath on your face, he murmured, "Why don't we just agree that we both deserve each other," and closed the distance between you. His lips met yours, and it was like the world fell away and the only thing that mattered was the male in front of you. His hand slid from your face to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. It was slow, unhurried, like you both had all the time in the world. You smiled against his lips, fingers threading through the dark strands of his hair as you leaned into him, deepening the kiss.

The taste of him, the feel of him, was overwhelming in the best way. It was like coming home, like a storm finally releasing the tension it had held for so long. You regretfully pulled away, resting your forehead against his. You were finally home.

The peace of the moment was shattered as the door was thrown in, what seemed to be the entire court of Velaris pushing themselves through. Cassian laughed deeply, sweeping Az off the couch and hugging him "Finally!" he exclaimed. Mor, who was bawling her eyes out, flung herself at you, knocking yourself back against the couch. "THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!" You paused for a second, then laughed and hugged her back.

Rhys came in with Feyre on his arm, looking all too smug. "I told you Feyre darling, I'm a genius."

Feyre smacked him upside the head.

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acciojaeyun · 5 months ago

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let me hold you close | p.sh.

PAIRING. rich!sunghoon x fem!reader

SUMMARY. you and sunghoon are both off-limits. you're still living with your ex, and he's off to get married to someone that has been arranged for his family business. but that doesn't stop you both from trudging boundaries when it's just you and him in your own world.

CONTENTS. smut, some angst, some fluff. LOTS OF JEALOUSY. smut with plot. not beta-read. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

WARNINGS. lots and lots of jealousy. sunghoon is DOWN-BAD for reader, but the feeling’s mutual. indirect cheating (but not really???). semi-public sex, dom!sunghoon, bratty reader. somewhat mean hoonie. oral (both f and m receiving), p in v, unprotected sexual act (use protection at all times), temperature play, sensory deprivation, slight bondage (just tying up), sir kink (oh yeah baby), spitting kink. use of pet names (wiee). THREE SEX SCENES. (seldom mentions of hyung line: heeseung, jay, and jake) IDK I WROTE THIS BEFORE I COULD FULLY WRITE EVERYTHING.

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

AUTHOR'S NOTE. FINALLY IT'S HERE. belated happy birthday, my hoonhoon! this is my hoon birthday gift for y'all. hope you like it! (did i write two sunghoon smuts already? yes, yes i did.) also, wait for further updates, i might be updating anyone from the hyung line soon! wink wink.

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There was something about him.

Park Sunghoon was the image of something so mysterious – yet, so captivating. His eyes held something deeper than what he tries to convey. You tried to hard to look away, but his actions, his stance – they command attention.

So much, that they commanded yours.

He has been a constant, a regular at the bar that you're working in every weekend to make ends meet. He was the hot bachelor that belonged in the upper VIPs that usually had a secluded room where they could share small talk over top shelf drinks.

Your first encounter with Park Sunghoon was when Byeol called in sick, and that meant you took over her shift as the personal-hired entertainer at Room 130.

"Please, Y/N," Byeol pleaded through the phone, coughing as her voice scratched against her throat, "if I could, I would. I'll take over your shift for the next week. You'll have my pay for tonight."

Now, additional income is something that is very difficult to shake off, no matter how it takes a night that consists of Neoguri noodles off of your schedule.

You wore your signature red cocktail dress, one that hugs all your right proportions beautifully, but not too tight, with a slit that doesn't go too up high on your thigh. Matched with a wave that's swept to the side, it is a no-brainer that the four men of Room 130 didn't even ask where their usual entertainer, Byeol, is.

"What a pretty face," Jake comments as he takes a sip of his armagnac, his eyes travelled down to your legs, but went back to your face, "nice voice, too." He adds.

Sunghoon was late, muttering an excuse that was along the lines of: his mother made him stay for a supposed meet-up with someone.

"Mommy's still on it?" Heeseung jokes, grabbing some of the snacks on the table, shaking his hand to remove the residue of it before pouring it to his mouth.

Sunghoon sends a look over Heeseung's way, making the oldest boy chuckle, "Well, you have to follow mommy's orders, or else, you're gonna whine about how your daily allowance has been reduced to half."

The rest of the boys chuckled, alongside the girls that were in the room to hold them company. Sunghoon was not the most pleased, he knew that Heeseung is right. He has to find a lady or else he will be arranged to a wedding just to keep up his expenditures and his lifestyle.

"Who's the girl?" Jay asks as he places his hand on the small of the back of the lady that sat on his lap, his eyes on the girl that giggled as she kept on tracing the edge of Jay's jawline.

"I don't know," Sunghoon grunted, eager to down a shot that was already on the table, "all I know is I have to find a partner ASAP, or else, I'll be wed to someone I could care less about."

That was when his eyes landed on you, singing a song softly as you held your vintage microphone. His eyebrows perched up slightly, and he smiled to himself.

Now, it has been approximately the fifth consecutive week that Sunghoon had tried to talk to you, alone, on your supposed shift at the public part of the bar.

Sweeping past through sweaty bodies as well as people that are drunk off their minds, Sunghoon was determined to at least know you better. It only took one song and one damn dress to catch Sunghoon's attention.

Lucky for him, he had caught your attention, too.

The thing was, you had a boyfriend – well, a roommate, if you will. Since love was obviously out the window, and that you were trying to sustain each other's stay in your apartment that has its contract nearing its end by the end of December.

Well, another reason was that your then-boyfriend was still trying to win you back.

And while you're certain that you're over him and is keeping him at bay for benefits, he certainly was not, and it somehow was making you guilty that you're somehow leading him on even when it was Sunghoon's face that you think of whenever you press your bullet vibrator against your clit, leaving out broken, breathy moans that underestimated how much you think you're going to moan for Sunghoon if time permits you.

Which brings you to here, a never-ending cat and mouse game that you have established with Sunghoon, who clearly was so head-over-heels for you.

The ordeal was simple: you, one of the bar's beloved entertainers, would finish a song that you sing and dedicate for Sunghoon, but wander off with a smile as you try and find yourself a suitable man vying for your attention. It was effective for you to make him jealous and demand your attention on him for the next hours.

Sunghoon had never gone past the eating only the third base, and Sunghoon was more than willing to eat your pussy on hours end. And you were willing to let him go past that, if only you haven't seen the ring that adorned his left hand, snug tight around his ring finger.

It was a stark reminder of how he was not for you, just how you are starting to become his.

"You sing here often?"

"I do," You'd giggle to whoever this guy's name is, you really didn't know, nor even tried remembering. You were sure it wasn't his name that you'll be screaming in the bathroom stalls of the bar.

"I should bo-"

"Then I'd want to book you, privately," Sunghoon cut the guy off, his voice reeking of jealousy and authority as he stood behind you, your back flushed against his chest.

"Ya," the boy raised his voice and poked Sunghoon's blue sweater tank top, "do you mind? We're talking here."

"And I'm talking to her, as well," Sunghoon responded, his eyes crinkling into amusement, "do you not want to talk to me, baby?" He pouts at you, nuzzling his chin to your neck as he leaves light kisses on it, making you gasp.

"I.." You trail off, biting your lip as your eyes moved back and forth between the guy and Sunghoon.

"I'm not wasting my time on this," the guy raised his hands in defeat, backing away, leaving you with the guy that you have tried to flirt indirectly through the night.

"Fancy seeing you here against sweaty bodies," You giggle as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down teasingly to have his lips over yours, to which Sunghoon growled and pushed his lips on yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth as his hands dug on the curves of your waist.

"You drive me so fucking crazy," he whispers to your lips, in which you hum as a response. Not a long while after, you're being guided to one of the restrooms, his lips now attacking your neck to leave noticeable bruises that you're trying to cover up before you go to your morning shift at the local library of your town.

He pushes you to an empty restroom, not minding to lock it as he cages you in between his body and the sink. “Are you having fun?” He suddenly asks as he pools your dress up your hips and starts rubbing you through your wet panties, “Playing with me, are you having fun?”

You looked at him through lidded eyes and nod, “I do,” you say as you bite your lip, spreading your legs wide, “I like it when you’re so crazy for me.”

He grunts and kneels down, pulling your panties down as his nose is immediately wafted off by the smell of your arousal spreading throughout your core, “So wet for me, the guy did that to you?” He spoke as his thumb pressed on your bare clit, making you shudder.

“N-no,” you squeaked out, holding on the sink behind you, “it has always been you.”

“Always been me?” Sunghoon chuckles as he blows air to your sensitive cunt, “I don’t know, babe, I’m starting not to believe it given how many times I’ve practically pulled you off against men who are thirsting over you.”

Not leaving you any moment to respond, Sunghoon attaches his lips to your sensitive nub, moaning at your familiar taste that he had been obsessed with.

Moaning his name, you immediately hold on his hair, tightening your grip on his soft, brown-black hair, to which Sunghoon tuts as he pulls away, his thumb replacing his lips as he presses and rubs circles on your clit, “You don’t get to touch me, princess.”

Grasping your wrist, Sunghoon had practically forced your hand off his hair, placing it on the sink behind you to continue his ministrations on your pussy.

“Love this pussy so much,” he breathes out, poking his tongue out to fuck your hole with, “so pretty, could get in this forever.”

You moaned in response, desperate to cum just by Sunghoon’s fingers alone. Instinctively, your hands went to play with your breasts, pulling your dress straps down to pool on your arms, you bit your lip as you pinched and flicked your nipples, mimicking the way Sunghoon does it when he was mouthing your tits instead of your pussy.

Sunghoon looked up at you and smirked, sneaking in a hand between your legs to spread your labia apart, forcing his tongue deeper into you as he shook his head sideways, nose prodding against your clit, mouth leaving out noises, making sure that anyone could walk in the unlocked restroom and catch you both in such sinful act.

With buckled knees, you started to grind on his tongue, your mind dancing on the quick release that you felt was bubbling at the pits of your stomach, “Y-you eat pussy so fucking good.”

“That’s where I’m best at, babe,” Sunghoon winks at you, pushing his middle finger inside you after tracing your hole with it, “and can you blame me? Your pussy tastes like heaven.”

“O-oh!” You squeaked out, feeling your orgasm could come if Sunghoon continued this. And as if Sunghoon knows how to push your buttons, he adds a second finger, then a third, his tongue now dancing on your clit as he panted against your core.

“Fuck - shit, Sunghoon!” You exclaim as you push his face to your core, panting as you whine, eyes screwed shut with your other arm failing to hold on the counter, regardless of how dry the sink it may be, body convulsing as you cum on Sunghoon’s face.

Sunghoon happily licked through your folds, slurping your cum messily and noisily. He stood up with your cum glistening on his lips, his mouth sporting the smuggest grin that made you want to kiss his face silly.

“Damn,” you breathed out, leaning toward his chest to ground yourself.

“We’re not done yet.”

Needless to say, Sunghoon made sure that you could cum thrice from his fingers and mouth alone.

The following week, you were in the same position — however, instead of your hand holding on the sink, it was Sunghoon’s, with his other hand fisting your hair as he holds you still while he fucks your mouth to prove a point.

“So f-fucking warm,” Sunghoon grunted, his balls trodding against your chin as he kept on cursing, too lost in the bliss of your mouth taking him tightly, mimicking a virgin pussy.

With blood almost drawn on his lips, Sunghoon lets out a guttural groan as he pushes you against his pelvis, his penis bullying its way on your throat as strings of warm cum painted your throat.

“Should get you jealous more often,” Sunghoon comments as he regains his breathing, “such a desperate slut you become once you start reminding me whose pussy my dick belongs to.”

Before you could respond, the tall boy pushes his lips against yours hungrily, tongue immediately poking inside to start a tongued kiss with you, cupping both of your cheeks, he made sure you aren’t going anywhere.

“Thighs,” you started, too overtaken by lust, but Sunghoon heard it, he held your face with one hand to force you to look at him, “Your thighs, Sunghoon, I want to-“

“Yeah? Wanna grind on it, pretty?”

You nod, anything that could have you feeling him against your throbbing core, “Please,” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist to make you suck on his ring-clad finger, “want it, so much.”

Sunghoon almost lets out an animalistic growl as he pulls you to one of the stalls. He reaches behind you to lock it before turning around and places the seat down, sitting on it before urging you to straddle him.

Pooling your dress over your lap, you did as you were instructed. Hanging both arms around his neck, you stood up to pull your panties down, the slight string of arousal visible from the cloth.

On the other hand, Sunghoon already had his pants and boxers discarded, his angry cock lay erect against his stomach. You licked your lips and straddled him again, your legs on either side of his thighs, thigh-grinding long forgotten.

Both of you hissed as your pussy made contact with his dick, and soon enough, you were both a grinding mess, your grinds interrupted by humps as you groped your tits, your head thrown back as you continue to moan Sunghoon’s name.

“Yeah, moan that n-name, he’s y-yours, isn’t he?” Sunghoon hissed, his hair all over his face before leaning down to suck on your free boob that has been exposed from the tubing of the dress that was pulled down by you prior.

“Mhm, he’s mine!” You squealed as you hit your high just in the same time as the pale boy you’re sat on.

“Fuck,” you chuckled.

“Damn,” Sunghoon said breathlessly before kissing your lips and leaning his forehead against yours.

It was the first time he kissed you on the forehead after hooking up.

Last, last week’s hookup session with Sunghoon has all become you’ve ever thought about as you placed the books on the shelves, pausing every now and then as you daydream of it.

It has been two weeks since Sunghoon had shown up in the bar that you’re working at every weekends.

And while you hoped that he could at least sweep in to wave or send a smile your way. But Friday had gone, so has Saturday, even Sunday - no signs of Sunghoon.

His absence seemed to gnaw on you as you started to search for him during weekdays at your off-duties, but none. No sign of Sunghoon.

And you can’t even text him, since he hadn’t given his number, and you didn’t, too.

You’ve found his Instagram page, but it has never been updated apart from the photo of a golf course which he had posted four days ago. Stories didn’t also help, as he never updates his stories. DMs are off, and the only way to contact him was through e-mail.

E-mailing him had crossed your mind the moment it reached Thursday, you were so close to losing your mind that you didn’t even care whether or not to message him through his work e-mail, regardless of the possibility that anyone within the network could see it.

“That’s too much of a thought,” said a voice that startled you. Turning around, you saw the infamous Sunghoon leant agains the bookshelves, arms crossed, mouth adorning a soft smirk that you’ve grown to love.

“Please, I bet you’re thinking I’m thinking of you,” you snorted as you continued sorting the books, eyes not meeting his as his gaze challenged you.

“Well, I don’t even have to bet. I know you’re thinking of me whether you admit it or not,” Sunghoon countered.

“What an ego,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes, disappointed by his sudden absence for two weeks, even without giving you a notice as to why.

“Where are you off to, tonight?” He asked out of nowhere.

“Home, as usual.”

“My place?”

“No, what do you mean?”

“You said you were going home?”

“Since when had your place been my home?”

“Are you willing for it to be?”

“Sunghoon, what?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, looking at him as if he had three heads in one body.

“I’m serious, stay with me.”

“Sunghoon—“

“I don’t take no for an answer.”

“Sunghoon!”

“What a noisy librarian do I have here,” Sunghoon smirked, “I like it when you’re noisy though.”

With an exasperated sigh, you pulled Sunghoon at the back of the library, “What are you doing, Park Sunghoon?”

“Full name? Ouch,” he placed a hand on his heart.

“Sunghoon,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Let’s go home,” he said instead of answering your questions, pulling you by your arm to the direction of his car that has been parked in front of the library.

Now, it was supposed to be just a talk. A negotiation between you and Sunghoon to finally end whatever it was between you both, both your heart and mind exasperated by the uncertainty that was brought about by you and him.

But here you are, biting your lip as Sunghoon kissed you on your neck, alternating between kissing, licking, and sucking, as he kept your hips pinned down by the grip of his hands on it.

“Stop moving,” he demanded, looking at you with such fire in his eyes whenever you bucked your hips up onto him.

“Need you,” you whined out, desperate to grind on him again, this time, you were hoping that it would last long and be much more comfortable than the last time that you did in the stalls.

“I know, sweetie,” Sunghoon smirked before sitting up to grab his black necktie which he had on his nightstand, “This okay?” He asked as he raised the necktie before you, insinuating a plan that he had in mind.

With a nod and a verbal agreement, Sunghoon wrapped the blindfold around your head before pulling away to see you in your totality: laid back, eyes covered by the velvet cloth of his necktie, and naked — all just for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Sunghoon comments as he grabbed the cloth ropes that dangled on the edge of the headrest, grabbing it with a smirk, he hoists your arms up, making you gasp, as he tied it to the to the headboard.

He tested whether the knot was tight or just right, before peering down at you and cupping your cheeks as he leaned down to kiss on you.

Adjusting his body, Sunghoon left a trail of kisses from four face down to your nipple, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub. Pulling back, he grabbed the cold glass of champagne that sat on the trolley by his bed. Grabbing a small ice cube from the bucket of the bottle, he circled the ice around your nipple, earning a gasp from you.

"Cold, isn't it?" He questioned before leaning down again to give your other breast attention, and after a while, he switched places, giving you the same amount of pleasure from the cold and his warm mouth alone.

He trailed the melting ice cube down your body, making you shiver at how the cold trail was instantly replaced by his warm lips as he kissed you along the wet path of the melted ice cube.

"You and your pretty body," he whispers before grabbing another ice cube again, this time, he placed it on his tongue, letting the cold replace the warmth of his tongue.

Peering down between your legs, he crawled down until he was face near your core, making you sigh in anticipation, it was moments like this that you craved for Sunghoon to speed up his actions. It was no lie that Sunghoon ate pussy pretty good, and sometimes, you think, how good could he be when he finally has his dick inside you?

Sunghoon pokes his cold tongue against your hole, making you squeal as your legs thrashed up in surprise. He grinned as he gave kitten licks to your core, his hands pushing your legs far apart before diving into your cunt.

Moans and groans and the occasional noise from Sunghoon's licking on your core were all that could be heard in his bedroom. He kept his eyes on you, basking in your reactions before he inserted his middle and ring finger inside you, contrasting the coldness of his tongue.

"Fuck! I love your m-mouth," you whimpered out, wriggling from the overwhelming feeling that only Sunghoon had managed to get out from you.

"Always f-fucking my pussy with that m-mouth so, g-good - Sunghoon!" you exclaimed as you came on his mouth without warning, Sunghoon humming as he licked through your folds, mimicking the noise of that a happy man.

He straightened up and freed his aching cock from the restraints of his trousers and boxers, hissing as his dick slapped against his stomach before hovering over you again to tip your chin up for a messy kiss.

Sunghoon licked into your mouth before prodding it open so he could spit into it, "Swallow," was all he said before you closed your mouth and opened it in front of him to show him that you did what was told.

The boy groans as he places his dick in between your folds, setting his pace as he starts from something that's agonizingly slow, drawing out a pained whimper from you.

"Hoonie, want your cock."

"Yeah?" he breathed out, picking up his pace, "you already have it been your legs, pretty."

"No," you shook your head, "want it."

"Want it, where?" he starts to slow down without much thought as he dawns realization to what you said.

"Cock, Hoonie, w-want it inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, fuck! Please, hurry!" you pleaded, hands pulling against your restraints, "Want it inside me, Hoonie, please!"

"Condoms?"

"No, raw."

"Baby–"

"Please!"

One beg from you and Sunghoon's heartbeat has already picked up. Before you both even started seeing each other to hook up, you have already established that the farthest you could go with each other is oral. Other than that is off the table, as you have said, you both are completely off-limits.

Sunghoon's chest warmed at the thought of you warming up to him, "Okay, baby," he breathed out, "are you sure?"

"I am," you whined.

He leaned over and removed your blindfold and restraints, letting you adjust before pushing his lips on yours, "Thank you, thank you," he muttered in between kisses as he pulls himself away, prodding the tip of his dick on your throbbing hole.

"I gotta say," Sunghoon chuckled as he pushes his tip inside you slowly, earning a delicious moan from you both, "you're so goddamn pretty, more exceptionally so when I'm inside you."

Sunghoon has a way with words, that's one thing that you made yourself known. That was something about him that you think was what sealed the deal – he fed into your need for constant assurance, even though there were limitations between you both.

"Push it all in," you demanded.

Without another word, Sunghoon pushed himself inside, earning a throaty groan between you both.

"Shit, f-feel so g-good for me, oh, my god," Sunghoon breathed as he pushed his face into the crook of your neck, your arms immediately finding home around his torso.

Sunghoon picks up his pace as he continues on bullying his way inside you, relishing on how your pussy throbs around his dick. With every thrust that he lands inside you, your eyes roll at the back of your head, feeling the pulse of the veins of his dick with every drag.

"God, Sunghoon, I–" you cut yourself off with a groan by his ear, cradling his face as he placed light kisses on your shoulder, "Fuck, Sunghoon, so good!"

The boy pulled his face away, prying your mouth open as he spit into your mouth, his cock drilling inside you in the slowest, yet most delicious way. It was as if he was trying his best to memorize how your gummy walls enveloped his dick, in the hopes of making your pussy remember his.

And, to commit this into memory, Sunghoon removes the ring he had clad around his ring finger, reaching for your left hand that hung around your shoulder, and, in a lust-filled haze, he wore the finger around the nearest finger that was accessible to him, he'd fix that later.

Your eyes wandered to the ring that adorned your thumb, before biting your lip and looking at him. Sunghoon already adjusted himself, kneeling straight as he hikes your leg up and places it on his shoulder; and with a roll of his hips, both of you are already a whimpering, moaning mess.

"So f-full, fucking finally," you moaned out and Sunghoon reaches for your other hand to intertwine it with his, "Yeah? Been dreaming of it for so long, huh?"

Tapping your cheek he makes you look at him, "Been dreaming of this, t-too, baby," he says, panting, "been dreaming of d-doing more than just this, too,"

You looked at him with doe eyes, your lips dropping down to his lips, "Kiss me, Sunghoon."

Sunghoon nodded and kissed you, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts, it was in that moment that only the two of you existed.

"You're squeezing me so f-fucking..." Sunghoon trailed, eyebrows drawn to each other in concentration, "..so fucking good for me, God, I love you."

His hands travelled down to your clit and rubbed circles around it, making you whimper and pull his face to yours, your lips wanting to get a taste of his again.

"Not gonna last l-long, princess," Sunghoon muttered in between grunts, "You close?" He said as he looked at you, searching your eyes for more than just your sign of being as near as he is.

You hum reaching your head up to peck his lips, "M-me too, Hoonie, dick is f-fucking me so g-good," your head attempting to throw back as his tip kept on hitting that sweet spot inside you.

"I love you," Sunghoon whispers as he lets go of your leg on his shoulder, pressing onto your body as he finally lets go of his cum inside you, your release following suit after he kept on thrusting even if he was coming undone inside you.

For a while, you both had stayed in that position, Sunghoon still deep inside you in between your legs, legs weakly wrapped around his body, both of your arms wrapped around his neck as you combed through his hair.

There was a heavy weight in the air, something that demands to be addressed.

Sunghoon lifts his head up, his chin rest against your chest. With a quick kiss on the valley of your breasts, he pulls the hand that had the ring wrapped around your thumb, he kisses your inner wrist, before, with lidded eyes, removing the ring and placing it instead to your ring finger, kissing your palm after a close inspection.

Sunghoon had never been so sure in his life, until now.

"I meant what I said," Sunghoon says quietly, his eyes now trained on your hand, eager to confess that it had always been you all along.

"Sunghoon, we can't.."

"Why?"

"You're going to get married,"

"I called it off."

You looked at him with a gasp, "What?"

"I said I found a partner, I always told you I'll always have you close, right?" he says as he sent you a soft smile, relishing in the hand that played with his hair.

"You're crazy," you chuckled.

"You make me go crazy over you," Sunghoon smiles with his eyes almost close.

"I love you, too, Sunghoon."

And when your eyes both meet, Sunghoon smiled softly, and that was when you both knew – it was where you both are supposed to be.

Sunghoon hums as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, this time, sure.

"Stay with me tonight," Sunghoon whispers.

"I'll stay tomorrow, too," you add.

"And on the days after that?" Sunghoon asks, his cheek pressed against your chest.

"And on the days after eternity."

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gothwineaunts · 6 months ago

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I don't want to make you feel guilty about it but do you have any updates about Shiloh?

Don't worry, I've been wanting to tell y'all what's up with Shiloh for awhile now! I just want to start with the disclaimer that I don't really have what I'd call "news" on it. It's in limbo at the moment, but for good reason. When you sign on with Webtoon you agree to give them digital exclusivity for a period of time. This is so you can't go and post your series somewhere else, because ofc webtoon wants readers to only be able to read it on their app. This is all fine, like it's all above-board, normal stuff. But as a result there's a span of time where you cannot post the series anywhere else, even if the series is finished. I don't wanna get too specific, but a few years. You've probably heard about Let's Play, right? How Mongie left the platform? The reason she can't immediately start posting Let's Play somewhere else, is because of this same thing. She, like all the other webtoons that leave or are canceled, needs to wait until the term is up before she can continue elsewhere. The clock on this resets whenever you post a new episode. So it's not like episode 1 is okay to post somewhere else before episode 10 is, it's the whole series or nothing. So with all that said. Shiloh's almost to the end of this term, and past a certain point we felt it no longer made sense to try to post S3 as a webtoon original because the moment we post even one episode, we'd have to wait all these years over again if/when we left. There's also been some writing on the wall for a minute that webtoon isn't keen on renewing Shiloh after S3, so there was also a possibility we'd come back, just to be canceled. And honestly that's alright with us, we have thought for some time now that Shiloh is better suited to a longer monthly issue release rather than shorter weekly ones, just with the genre it is. And besides, we wouldn't be able to keep up with webtoon's mandated weekly schedule while we're working on Nevermore at the same time. So TLDR; when Shiloh comes back it won't be as a webtoon original. But I'm not sure what it'll look like yet. Could be on canvas. Could be on patreon as like a free/fastpass sort of route, potentially. We know we want people to be able to read it for free no matter what. But the details are all sort of a toss up at the moment, because we still have a little more time to wait before we can do anything anyway. I'm sorry if that's not a very satisfying answer! It's why I've been dragging my feet on a proper announcement, because I don't have any hard dates or plans for y'all yet. But we have not abandoned Shiloh! It's been in deep freeze, but intentionally. And with plans to return at some point. We won't be abandoning it, it's a huge passion project for us. <3

#red post #shiloh #shiloh webtoon

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couch-potato28 · 2 months ago

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Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽

VERSION V.

(a/n: Hey guys, really sorry again for not updating, this past week i got hit with the flu and honestly felt like dying 💀 tyy for reading though and let me know if u see any grammatical errors ❤️)

WARNING!-none

wc: 1.1k words

ALSO: tags @ttheggrimrreaper ❤️

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

“Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…13, Barou Shoei”

A few coughs and loud 'oh'-s were heard across the room. Immediately turning around, some of the girls gave you strange looks before turning back to their friends, whispering about something. Finding it weird you tried to ask around, a sudden bubble of anxiousness taking over your mind, but all of them simply decided to either ignore or give you very vague answers. Trying for a few more minutes to no avail, you decided to go to the room with the MANAGER label on, where Anri gave you your new uniform, along with a booklet and some advice.

Imagine being Barou Shoei’s manager, known as the king.

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Barou Shoei, who made you shiver at first glance. Just for a moment though, but you did shiver. Tall frame, deep voice, scary aura, and red eyes that could kill with just one look. As much as you wished for another player at that moment, you still held out your hand, introducing yourself to the boy, because we don’t judge based on looks and reputation right? Still waiting for his palm, you looked up while he simply stared at your face before glancing back at your extended hand.

“You disinfected it?”

“What?”-you asked, a little surprised.

“Your hand. Is it disinfected?”-he repeated with a slight grimace on his face.

“Um…not yet. Should I?”-you replied, hoping he wouldn’t strangle you. Shit, rookie mistake. After a loud “tch,” he turned around and went to his stuff on the benches, searching for something in his sports bag.

“Here”-he threw the small disinfectant to you.- “Use it and let’s get over with this.”

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•Barou, the king of the court, the villain, the player who…acts exactly like your mother. You, who can’t escape the grasp of a parent even in this isolated facility, because who would have thought that you would get yourself a tidy, polite, tough-looking softie?

��He, who is terrifyingly big, yet talks so much and chews your ears off like an old lady about your so-called lazy habits. He notices right from the start that you don’t organise your notes in folders, you don't know where some papers and documents are, and the fact that you only use one freaking pen.

•Also, you know he doesn’t mean to offend you, but he does mention that it’s time for you to get back to the gym, cause he won’t be having a weakling as his manager. This guy even offers to create a personal training plan just for you.

•So, just after the first week, you can’t help but adjust your schedule and habits a little for his sake, but all of this comes with a price, of course. Meaning both of you agree to the condition that if you become more tidy, he’ll have to be nicer to those around him and that doesn’t include threatening.

•As a result, you have to go get some damn highlighters for your notes a month later, with him smirking in your face every single time you use them.

•Barou, unlike you, follows his daily routine to the core, doing even more than the mandatory training sessions, always making sure his body is on top. Most of the time, you don't even have to move or remind him to do anything, because he's already on to his next task by the time you even remember to remind him. He even keeps YOUR schedule in mind, in case you might forget that as well.

•As his manager, you could lay around all day if you wanted to, because he doesn’t need help.

•When you get up, Barou is already doing some practice rounds. When you go and do your assigned tasks for the day, he’s crushing it on the field. You go to check on him during practice, he’s waiting for you with some random request again.

•Getting ready for the evening’s analysis? Wrong, you’re literally late for it cause he has already watched almost all of it.

•He's also the one with whom conversations are usually good if you don't give him a headache. With a bit of a grumpy attitude, but he answers everything. Turns out he has 2 little sisters, with him being in charge of bringing them home from school and cooking dinner for the whole family.

•Barou is surprisingly really attentive as well. Similar to Isagi, but you would never tell him that because he would kill you for it. However, you can feel his slightly different behaviour towards you.

•Like the subtle but gentle tone in his voice or when he clearly doesn't like something, but he listens to you anyway. Also, if he notices that it’s that time of the month for you, he will grumble less and lazily ask if you're okay on a daily basis.

•Barou, who is not that difficult to work with if you figure out what he wants in advance and give him a ready-made solution.

•He doesn't want to run 20 laps today? Okay, let's make it 15. Does his shoulder hurt? To the infirmary! The food sucks? Well...you can’t do anything about that actually, but telling him his cooking is probably far more superior than the canteen food seems to work.

•Overall, he’s a pretty tough player to deal with and you're sure you know him well by now yet the last thing you thought was his way of spending free time instead of resting or something, was cleaning. And so skillfully at that.

•"Get me some wet wipes. The Quickle brand."- he looked into your eyes one day, after a training session.-"I’m out of them. Thanks.”

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Barou, honestly doesn't change that much. Yeah, maybe his minor tantrums during matches have gotten a little worse, and although he's not condescending to you, his personality towards the other boys has changed.

•But everything has a bright side, and his new team has a lot of advantages. First of all, their coach is really calm and treats the boys well. Barou may not like him that much, but both of you know he never likes anyone.

•On the other hand, his new teammates are...interesting to say the least, but you have to admit that thanks to them, his usual dark hair is now streaked with red and it suits him in a way you haven’t thought about before.

•Barou, with whom half of the tutoring consists of wiping the table first and the chairs, then him quickly criticising or praising the neatly written notes lined up in your folder, and lastly making some progress with the Italian language.

•Also, your pre-match habit with him is still a regular thing in the evenings, despite the busy schedules, because nothing beats eating pudding and watching The Dark Knight together as a bonding program before an intense match the next day.

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beelanddiavolosimp-blog · 2 months ago

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I don't have an exact upload schedule but I am unsure of when I will get to request so for now it's probably random updates or rambling😅

The side characters possessive tendencies

Diavolo

Since he is so friendly he won't have many to show off and considering his status he can't really overreact either. But when he does get possessive he is eerily silent. His sharp gaze is locked onto you as you speak to another Royal he could give a shit less about right now. He wants /you/. He after losing some patience slides his hand down your arm to hold your hand whispering against your ear "let's go somewhere else love~" and once that doesn't work he suddenly slides his hand up to your throat he doesn't grab it no (sure as hell looked like he was going to) he just tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "Let's part ways shall we?" He says not in a nice tone at all and drags you away.

Barb

Despite most thoughts he actually is severely possessive and will show it off. He starts by coming up behind you and resting his hand on your lower back. And like levi his tail slithers its way around you whether it's your leg, ankle or hips it's on you. He tries and directs the conversation and yet when you deny him he suddenly slides his hand up your back to suddenly hold the back of your neck tightly (kind of like a snake) he meets your gaze and all it screams is 'you better listen brat' and he turns to the person smiling knowing damn well what he's doing.

Solomon

Okay he is shamelessly possessive especially with the brothers. If you are speaking to anyone from the castle or clycotus hall he will just wrap his arms around your waist and turns you away from them with a smile before leaving. Now if it's the brothers he becomes severely shameless. He snakes his hand down to your ass and suddenly squeezes it all while obviously making it a show to the said brother or brothers and he leans closer to purr out "lets go home and play mc~"

Simeon

He tries not to be possessive and he usually isn't but when he is it's such a pretty sight. He will interlock your pinkies to see if that cute small action would sway you away. (It didn't) He frowned and then decided to play with your hands tracing over the creases and such. When he fully loses his patience he will suddenly pull your hand to his face and kiss all over it the person be damned he wants to love on you!

Meso

You know how he's already kind of a dick well he becomes a full one when he's possessive. "Can't you leave? I want to spend time with MC...I thought that would be obvious to you" he huffs out he had his hand squeezing MC's arm not too rough just as a 'dont run away'. He keeps basically fighting with the person you're speaking to until he suddenly moves you to be face to face with his chest. He rests his hand on your head and grins at the person smugly. "See they aren't interested."

Thirteen

She has a huge staring problem alright. She will quietly stare from behind MC as they speak to the person. She after being irritated enough will suddenly hug your arm purposely shoving it into her chest. "I'm boredddd can't we go do something else?" She whines and flashes her pretty eyelashes at you. If you reject her she frowns and suddenly bites your cheek. Yes she bites you. Of course it wasn't hard or worthy of drawing blood but it definitely got your attention. She glares at you playfully and then tugs you away as you're stunned.

Raphael

He doesn't speak much so his actions are a big part in his possession. If you are talking to someone he dislikes he will immediately ask you to do something for him. If you say later or something like that he suddenly cups your face and tilts it away from the person you were speaking to onto him. He gets severely close to your face before turning to whisper against your cheek "I don't want you talking to them" and then he kisses your cheek gently but his words held some malice.

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earlysunshines · 3 months ago

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secret rhymes - 39. victorian child (half-written)

a/n: fun fact i have been sick for the past WEEK. my voice has been so so so raspy and dead and i literally sound like im gonna die and or smoked thirty packs of cigs AND im also coughing like a bitch. yeah. ik a bowl of congee HATES to see me coming (I made a whole pot... i finished that pot in less than two days...)

hanni shuffles a bit and groans, stirring weakly beneath the covers. you’re worried that the rag on her forehead might slip off, so you hold it in place as she groggily blinks.

“what…” she nearly croaks. “i’m gonna be… late…”

“han, it’s okay. the rest of your group talked to the managers and called me here. i’ll take care of you for now, okay?”

“hyein?” hanni questions, pulling her blanket closer.

“…close?” you nearly chuckle.

“yunjin is that—“ hanni finally opens her eyes fully, taking in the sight of you—half amused and half worried—staring down at her. her eyes widen slightly. “y-y/n? what are you—“

“you’re burning up. you have a really high fever, one-o-one.” you sigh, looking at her with pity. “everyone was worried sick.”

“one hundred one degrees? how is that even possible—“

“—fahrenheit. you're not dead yet, don't worry.”

her face is already flushed from her fever, but when she fully registers you—the slight scrunch of worry in your brow, your hair cutely clipped behind your ears, and the loose koala graphic t-shirt you have on—her face is even more flushed under the cloth.

she can barely react, too exhausted and feverish to do anything more than stare and breath. she closes her eyes then, defeated, and sinks deeper into the bed.

meanwhile, you sit beside her, adjusting the cool compress on her forehead that slipped off while she had woken up. her skin is burning up, her breathing slow and heavy, and the way she barely stirs at your touch only makes your concern deepen.

the rest of her members had left her in your care, all of them thanking you like you had saved their lives.

("you're the best, seriously." minji says as she hugs you tight, pulling away and patting you on your shoulder. "I wasn't sure what we would've done... this album is really important and especially the song we have to record today."

"it's nothing." you say casually. "i feel bad that hanni can't go and record with you guys, but i feel even worse because she seems pretty unwell."

hyein gives you one last big hug, and then the rest of the group joins in to trap you. you giggle and hug them back, surprised and amused by the gratitude of the situation.

"i'm sorry for calling you so suddenly, you seemed really tired." hyein mumbles.

when she called you at nine in the morning (five minutes after you had to fight to wake up) you were more than just tired. an unknown caller id called you three times, the same amount of times it took you to respond with slight annoyance until you heard the familiar voice and realized it was hyein calling.

"it's fine." you respond, because after figuring out that you had to wake up for hanni, it was more than fine. "I'll take good care of her, thank you for trusting me with her and also with... uh, being in your dorm."

danielle shakes her head, then smiles. "after hearing about hanni talk about you so much and meeting you in person; you're very much welcome in our dorm anytime."

you smile even wider at that comment before ushering everyone out. "okay, go, go. i know how recording's can be, and how the schedules are, so go. i don't want you guys to get in trouble or anything." you urge. before they leave, they make sure to give you all their contact information to give and receive updates.)

you glance at your phone to see no messages from any of them, then back at hanni, watching as her lips part slightly with a soft breath. you sigh, adjusting the blanket so it sits over her shoulder before shifting to sit on the floor beside her bed, your back against the frame. it's quiet, other than the faint hum of the heater, occasional rustle of the sheets, and soft groans as she shifts slightly in her fevered sleep.

every few minutes you reach up to check the cloth, replacing it with a freshly dampened one and alternating between the two cloths four times. you don't mind waiting—watching over her like this, making sure she's okay.

and even though hanni is barely conscious, barely functional to form a thought through her exhaustion, she notices the way you linger and the feeling of the temperature on her forehead changing here and there. she notices every quiet action showing that you care.

—

a little over thirty minutes pass and you switch the rag on hanni's forehead one last time, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her damp skin before standing up. she barely moves, lost in her sleep, but you hesitate for a second before deciding to head out to the kitchen.

"i'll be back, han." you say softly, placing your hand on her shoulder.

the dorm is quiet, save for the occasional hum of the city outside. you roll up your sleeves as you get to the kitchen and unpack your tote bag, taking out each ingredient carefully. you begin chopping ginger, mushrooms, garlic, and pre-cooked chicken—staples for the congee you're making. the sound of the knife against the cutting board fills the space as you work, focused yet extremely mindful of who's resting in the other room.

fifteen more minutes pass and you've already started boiling the rice with your chopped ingredients. you're nearly done as is. suddenly, you hear soft, unsteady footsteps and turn, catching hanni in your sight as she emerges out from the hall.

she's wrapped in a crewneck and blanket draped over her shoulders, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. she blinks at you, sluggish and dazed, before speaking tiredly,

"y/n, you… why are you... here?"

you immediately lower the heat and rush over to hanni, your hands hovering uncertainly between steadying her shoulders or guiding her back to bed.

she tilts her head slightly, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.

"you didn't answer me." hanni mumbles, giving in and leaning against you to support herself. "how did you even... get here?"

"you're going to pass out, you should've stayed in your room." you sigh, guiding her toward the couch gently. "hyein called me. she said you were sick, and I was worried." you adjust the blanket around her as she settles into the cushions, still looking up at you with something unreadable in her expression. "I came as soon as she called."

"but—"

"no." you interrupt, kneeling in front of her to get her comfy. "I only have a few online things for a class, so don't worry. i basically have a free day, why not spend it on you? just focus on getting better, han."

hanni doesn't argue. she just watches as you stand and return to the kitchen, resuming your work.

the warm scent of whatever it is that you're cooking fills the air while you season further. hanni pulls the blanket tighter around herself, gaze locked onto your back as you move. the way you check on her between stirring the pot, the way your brows knit while adding a few more mushrooms—it's like you were made to do this, to care and be attentive to even the smallest things.

something tugs at hanni's heart.

once the congee is finished, you ladle some into a bowl, letting the steam rise before setting it on the counter to cool. you run to hanni's room to grab the bowl with damp rags and return to her side, setting it on the coffee table as you sit next to her. you place the rag on her head against and she lets out a small sigh at the cool relief, her eyes barely open as she looks at you.

"the food is still hot," you murmur, reaching out instinctively. your hand finds its way to her cheek, brushing against her heated skin as you check her temperature.

hanni leans into your touch. it's barely a movement—soft, fleeting, and she probably isn't aware of it either—but you feel it like a spark. the warmth of her skin lingers against your palm longer than it should and your thumb brushes against her on its own. you swallow, but she doesn't seem to notice, too tired to register the weight of the moment.

you drop your hand after a second and she turns her head slightly on the couch, still watching you through drowsy eyes.

"thank you," she mumbles. "really... you didn't.. have to.. have to do all this."

you shake your head, leaning back slightly and meeting her with the same look she has in her eyes. "it's nothing."

"no, but i mean it," she insists, her voice barely above a whisper. "you took..." she breathes in slowly, sinking deeper into her blanket before continuing, "time out of your day just to come all the way here—to take care of me."

you let out a small laugh, shrugging. "well, you're a friend I care a lot about."

hanni blinks, something unreadable flickering in her tired eyes before she lets out a quiet hum. "i— thank you. I'm glad we're... friends."

you don't know how to respond to that. the way she says it feels like there's something more beneath the surface, but she's also terribly sick so you could just be overthinking everything. before you can dwell on it further, hanni shifts, resting her head against the couch.

"lucky me." she says softly, already halfway to sleep.

you exhale, watching as her breathing starts to even and her blinking get slower. "right," you start, "you have to eat something. i think it should be cooled." you look away from her, breaking the tension filled with something uncertain but not unwelcome.

hanni watches you grab the bowl and sit up, scooping a small bite and blowing on it a few times before holding the spoon towards her. she hesitates before finally parting her lips, eating without a complaint despite being sluggish.

"good?" you ask quietly.

she nods, chewing slowly. "mhm. you're a good cook."

"i know," you tease, earning a weak chuckle from her.

you bring up another spoonful, but before she takes it, you notice a bit of rice stuck at the corner of her lips. without thinking, you reach forward, brushing it away with your thumb.

hanni stills. her eyes flick up to yours, surprised, but she doesn't pull back. neither do you.

"you're being extra nice today," hanni mutters, voice tinged with something unreadable.

you huff a small laugh, reaching for a cup of warm water. "you're sick, hanni. what kind of person would I be if I wasn't?"

she lets you tilt her chin up slightly even when it earns a weird turn in her stomach. she also lets you assist her in sipping the water, wiping away at the drop that rolls down to her chin.

"i, uh, um. there was this, um, time." you start nervously, trying to break the dreadful tension in the air. "my friend back in new york, he... he got sick and his parents were away. i had to take care of him like this. so don't worry about... me taking care of you. it's nothing. i just want you to be okay hanni."

"you're lovely, y/n." hanni sounds and looks drunk with a mix of just completely tired. it's almost amusing how cute she looks.

for the next hour you sit beside her and finish some assignments on your laptop. every so often you glance her way, checking her temperature and switching out the rags. hanni doesn't say much, just watches you everytime she wakes up, eyes flickering between your hands on the keyboard and the quiet concentration on your face.

"i feel a lot better now," she finally says, breaking the silence and halting your typing.

you glance at her and smile. "yeah?"

she hums in confirmation, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep starts to take over.

hanni motions for you to scoot over, and if this were any of your other friends you'd tell them to back off because of their sickness—with hanni, you shift closer. and then she leans on you a bit, the weight of her head pushing against your arm. you don't say anything else, just watch as she drifts off, her features relaxed, her breathing soft and even.

she looks peaceful—so pretty even while she's overheating and feverish.

carefully—without moving your arm—you reach for the rag again, switching it out for a colder one. you do it over and over, making sure she's comfortable. even though the room is quiet, and even though she's asleep; you don't feel alone.

if anything, you feel closer than before. your heart can't decide if it likes the feeling or not.

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goldfades · 1 year ago

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★ THE HARD DECISIONS LEAD TO THE GREATEST REWARDS ─── prologue

─ pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader

─ word count | 2.4k words

─ warnings | unedited, some angst, coach misunderstandings and the feeling of being alienated, transfer-talk, nothing else? little r and p content but this is just the foundation, there will be a lot more coming!

─ ev's notes | as you guys know (OBVIOUSLY) my inbox is open for thoughts on this series and i'd love to know what you think so far, and maybe ideas for future chapters or even the plot itself since i don't have everything figured out just yet. anyways, hope you enjoy this prologue! ily all! mwah mwah

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May 2022

In a surprising turn of events, collegiate basketball powerhouse UConn has just secured a major coup with the addition of Y/N L/N to their roster. Y/N, once hailed as one of the brightest prospects in the 2021 recruiting class, has announced her decision to transfer from Arizona to UConn.

The news of Y/N's transfer from Arizona to UConn has sent shockwaves through the community, sparking speculation and excitement about the impact she will have on her new team. The timing of Y/N's decision, coming just weeks after the Wildcat's loss to UConn in the NCAA tournament, has led some to speculate about the impact of that defeat on her choice to transfer.

At UConn, Y/N will join a storied basketball program led by legendary coach Geno Auriemma. The Huskies, known for their tradition of excellence and strong team culture, offer Y/N the opportunity for a fresh start and a chance to rediscover her passion for the game.

"We're thrilled to welcome Y/N to the UConn family," says head coach Geno Auriemma. "She's a dynamic player with a bright future ahead of her, and we can't wait to see what she brings to the team."

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March 2022

The buzzer echoed throughout the court and the UConn girls cheered loudly as they ran up to their teammates on the bench. You felt a lump form in your throat as you swallowed back the tears, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

Slumping onto the bench, you buried your face in your hands, the sting of tears threatening to overwhelm you. It wasn't just about the loss, though that certainly stung ─ it was the culmination of months of frustration, of feeling like you were fighting an uphill battle with no end in sight.

You had come to the U of A with high hopes and big dreams, but somewhere along the way, it had all started to unravel. Your coach, once a source of inspiration, now felt like an obstacle standing in the way of your growth. And the teammates, once friends and supposed allies, now seemed more like strangers, each focused solely on their own ambitions.

Inside the locker room, the atmosphere was heavy. Players sat in silence, their faces reflecting a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Coach Johnson's voice cut through the silence, his words measured and deliberate as he addressed the team.

"Look, we gave it our all out there," he began, his tone firm. "But sometimes, the game just doesn't go our way. That's fine, there's always next year and we'll come back strong. Practice is still on for tomorrow morning, 5am to 9am"

Coach Johnson's announcement of another early morning practice felt like a punch to the gut. It was a reminder of everything that had gone wrong, of the sacrifices you had made in pursuit of a dream that no longer felt like your own.

As your teammates exchanged weary glances, you felt a surge of frustration rising within you. Was this all there was to it? Endless hours of practice, sacrifices made in pursuit of a goal that felt increasingly out of reach?

As the team dispersed, heading back to their dorms and apartments, you lingered in the locker room, the weight of the decision you had been wrestling with growing heavier with each passing moment. It wasn't just about one tough loss or a grueling practice schedule ─ it was about reclaiming your sense of purpose, your love for the game that had once been your escape.

"Fuck," you grumbled as you felt the tears fall. You sniffled as you got up from the bench, reaching for your backpack as you began walking out of the locker-room.

You heard the court doors open and some laughter, you held your breath as you ignored the annoyance that filled your stomach. You focused on your feet as you walked, not really watching where you were heading until─you collided with someone, jolting you out of your reverie.

"Oh shit, my bad," the blonde's voice echoed as she glanced at her teammates, giving you a thin lipped smile as she recognized you from the game. She was wearing a UConn jersey as she steadied you with a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry,"

You nodded quickly, wiping your eyes and trying to compose yourself. "You're good," you muttered, avoiding her gaze.

The blonde hesitated for a moment before offering a genuine smile. "Hey, you're a good player. We were all impressed out there. Keep your head up."

You managed a small smile in return. "Thanks."

As she rejoined her teammates and they disappeared down the hallway, you felt a strange mixture of emotions ─ regret for the loss, but also a flicker of hope from her unexpected kindness.

──

"What are you suggesting?" You asked as you met Coach Lindsay's gaze, your expression confused as she sighed ─ you knew what she was suggesting. "A transfer?"

Lindsay nodded, her expression somber. "I hate to say it, Y/N, but I think it might be the best option for you," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's clear that things haven't been working out here at Arizona. The coach, the team dynamic and now the whole Alyssa thing... it's all been weighing you down."

You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair. The idea of transferring had been lingering in the back of your mind for weeks now, but hearing it spoken aloud made it feel all too real.

"I just don't know if I can do it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've put so much into this program. Leaving feels like admitting defeat."

Lindsay reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch reassuring. "It's not about admitting defeat, Y/N. It's about taking control of your own happiness. You deserve to be somewhere where you can thrive, where you can be supported and valued for who you are."

Her words struck a chord deep within you. For too long, you had allowed yourself to be consumed by the expectations of others, sacrificing your own well-being in pursuit of a dream that no longer felt attainable.

Lindsay hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm not supposed to say anything but I've heard talk about UConn being interested in you. They've got a great program, and Coach Geno is one of the best. All you have to do is agree and just trust in the process, babe."

"UConn?" you repeated, the word feeling foreign yet oddly enticing on your tongue.

Lindsay nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah. I mean, nothing's set in stone, but it could be worth exploring. Just think about it, Y/N. You will get drafted to the WNBA if you are at a powerhouse like UConn, especially with your talent."

You couldn't believe it ─ your own assistant coach was telling you to transfer. Was your situation at Arizona truly as bad as Lindsay seemed to suggest? You glanced around the locker room, the familiar sights and sounds suddenly feeling suffocating. Had it really come to this? Were things truly as toxic as they seemed, or were you just overreacting?

As you thought about her words, memories of the past few months flooded your mind ─ the grueling practices, the weird relationships (if you could even call them that) with teammates, the constant pressure to perform. Each moment felt like a weight dragging you down, sapping away your passion and drive.

And yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. The possibility of a fresh start at UConn, of rediscovering your love for the game and reaching your full potential felt right.

Lindsay's voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. "I know it's a lot to take in, Y/N. But sometimes, the hardest decisions lead to the greatest rewards. Just trust in yourself and follow your heart."

"Maybe you're right," you admitted, the words feeling like a weight lifted from your shoulders. "Maybe it's time for a change."

Lindsay smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm proud of you, Y/N. It takes courage to admit when something isn't working and to take steps to change it. Whatever you decide, just know that I'll be here to support you every step of the way."

🚨 ESPN | BREAKING: Top Prospect Y/N L/N Commits to UConn Transfer 🚨 Y/N L/N, widely regarded as one of the most promising players in the 2021 recruiting class, joins UConn with high expectations. With UConn's storied basketball program and renowned head coach Geno Auriemma at the helm, Y/N's transfer promises to shake up the landscape of women's college basketball.

You glanced down at the notification on your phone, a nervous knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The news of your transfer had spread like wildfire, and now, seeing it plastered across the screen of your phone, it felt all too real.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the reasons behind your decision to transfer. The toxic atmosphere at Arizona, the strained relationships with teammates, the relentless pressure from coaches ─ it had all taken its toll, slowly suffocating your love for the game.

But now, with the opportunity to join UConn, you felt a flicker of hope reignite within you. Here was a chance for a fresh start, a chance to rediscover your passion for basketball and thrive in an environment where your talents would be appreciated and nurtured.

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"Okay, listen up!" Coach Geno's voice echoed throughout the room, earning the attention of the girls on the team. You stood by the shorter man and somehow, you still felt small underneath his towering presence.

"As you all know," Coach Geno continued, his eyes scanning the faces of each player, "we've got a new addition to the team. Y/N, I want you to know that you're not just joining a team here at UConn ─ you're joining a family. We look out for each other, we support each other, and we push each other to be the best we can be."

"You guys all already know who she is, I know you did your research." His lips quirked up into a small smile as the girls exchanged amused glances within the team. A ripple of laughter spread through the room at his remark, breaking the tension and easing the nerves that had been swirling in your stomach.

"As for you, Y/N," Coach Geno continued, turning his attention back to you, "I want you to know that we're thrilled to have you here. Your talent speaks for itself, but what's even more important is your commitment to the team and your willingness to work hard."

As Coach Geno's words sank in, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. Being welcomed into the UConn family by none other than Coach Geno himself was an honor beyond words.

With Coach Geno's words echoing in your mind, you joined your teammates in a huddle, ready to embark on this new chapter of your life. And as the team broke apart with a chant, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the season ahead.

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"And uh, don't eat Azzi's protein bars. She gets angry when she doesn't get her gainz," Paige remarked as Azzi sent her a glare. Everyone at the table giggled at that as you nodded, glancing toward Azzi.

Azzi sighed. "I think that's like common courtesy, P. Y/N knows better than that,"

"Of course, Azzi. I'll make sure to steer clear of your protein bars," you replied with a playful grin, earning a relieved smile from Azzi in return.

"What else..." Paige hummed as she ate chewed on her food, glancing around the table.

"Oh wait, I got one. If Coach tells you to run suicides, just do them without complaining," Aaliyah chimed in, her tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

"And make sure you hydrate," Nika added with a smirk, raising her water bottle in emphasis. "Especially during those conditioning drills Coach loves to throw at us."

As laughter erupted around the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and belonging among your new teammates. "Of course, of course."

"And don't come to practice hungover, Coach will notice and he'll force everyone to run laps," Paige added as she shivered, earning a laugh from Aubrey. "Better for everyone if you just skip,"

"I think you need that advice more than anyone, Paige," Aubrey added as she nudged Paige playfully, eliciting more laughter from the group.

Paige mock-glared at Aubrey before joining in the laughter herself. "Hey, I've learned my lesson the hard way. Trust me, nobody wants to run laps hungover. I'm tryna make sure she doesn't get too carried away, she's from U of A, that's like party central."

You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips. "She's not wrong, if there's one thing I'll miss it'll be the insane parties at Kappa Sigma."

"Ooh, so you're a frat girly?" Aaliyah teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as she leaned in with interest.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Not exactly. Frat boys aren't really my thing," you smiled as you looked down at your plate. "Neither are guys, really."

Paige hummed in response as she smirked, raising her cup in a mock toast as Aaliyah's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but her expression quickly softened into understanding. "Ah, got it. Well, good thing UConn has plenty of other things to offer besides frat parties."

"Yeah, like winning championships," Nika chimed in with a grin, nudging you playfully. "And having the best teammates in the world," she continued, earning a chorus of laughs and "awws".

"Look at Nika getting all sappy," Paige mocked as Nika sent her a glare, earning another round of laughter from the table.

Nika rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Okay, shut up Paige,"

"No, you first."

"I asked first, Paige."

"I don't care, shut up."

"No, you-"

"Okay, that's enough." Azzi sent you a thin-lipped smile as you laughed, enjoying the playful banter between Paige and Nika.

You felt yourself settle into the team more and more with each passing moment, the laughter and camaraderie of your teammates easing any lingering nerves or doubts. As you listened to their stories and shared your own, you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over you.

These were your teammates, your friends, your family away from home. And as you laughed and joked with them, you knew that you had found a place where you truly belonged.

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writingwithciara · 7 months ago

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birthday cake -quinn hughes-

summary: quinn believes everyone forgot his birthday in favor of thanksgiving. but that's simply not the case

word count: 2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

notes: in honor of the love of my life's birthday, i decided to cook up this little gem. hope everyone enjoys it. (should've been posted on his birthday but i got super busy because of thanksgiving & other projects i'm working on)

"hey quinn. do you have any plans for monday?"

"actually, yes." quinn looked up from his phone as brock entered the room. "why?"

"my sister wanted to invite you over to her place for thanksgiving. she said she gave you an invitation the other day but you just shoved it in your bag and that you haven't said anything to her since then."

"that's what that was? i thought she was just handing me some mail that was put in the wrong box."

"have you not seen her since tuesday? you live across the hall from each other."

"i know but our schedules haven't given us the time to chat. she's working when i'm home, and vice versa."

"you should text her and tell her you're going to be busy on monday. i think it would be best coming from you. maybe she won't be upset."

"i'll text her after practice." quinn set his phone in his bag and finished lacing up his skates.

during practice, everyone was talking about y/n's thanksgiving dinner. quinn was the only one who wouldn't be attending. and while he felt bad about it, seeing as she was one of his good friends, he also started to feel bad for himself.

monday was also his 25th birthday but it seemed like no one remembered.

practice went well. so when quinn walked to his car, he sent a text to y/n to let her know he wouldn't be able to show up to her dinner. he made up a lie and said he wouldn't be home.

his plan was to just stay home and watch game highlights while cooking his own meal.

when monday rolled around, y/n and brock were finishing up the food preparations when a thought occurred to y/n.

"oh my freaking god. it's the 14th today. how could i be so stupid?"

"i would love to object, or even agree, depending on what it's about." brock looked at his sister with a curious expression. he couldn't quite read her like he normally could. "care to let me know what you're talking about?"

"october 14th. quinn's birthday! how could i forget? i bake him a cake every year." y/n set her oven mitts back on the rack. "i am a terrible friend."

"i'm sure it's fine. quinn probably forgot about the cake anyway. pretty sure you're in the clear, y/n."

"brock, i've made the cake every single year since we've been friends. he loves it. you should see the way his face lights up when i deliver it to him."

"are you sure it's the cake he likes to see every year?" brock raised his eyebrow, earning a slap to the shoulder from his younger sister.

"brock, no."

"look, just bake him a cake today and give it to him tomorrow. i'm sure he won't mind."

"i don't have the time or oven space to bake a whole new cake." y/n shook her head. "i'm gonna run to the store and buy him one instead.

"people are going to be here any moment. i'm afraid it's gonna have to wait."

"can you please keep them company? i'll be back in 20 minutes."

"you're lucky you're my sister and i love you." brock smiled. "now go fix your friendship with your neighbor."

"love you, brocky." y/n kissed his forehead and went out to her car. she hated the idea of buying a cake from the store. it didn't have the personal touch that her homemade cake did and she knew it wouldn't live up to it either. but she was desperate.

when she got back to her apartment, brock was the only one there.

"nobody's here yet?"

"not yet. mom and steve are almost here. been getting location updates from steve."

"did he let mom drive?"

"yeah. that's probably why they're not here yet." brock chuckled and grabbed the cake from her hands. "this looks amazing. are you gonna try to pass it off as your own?"

"no. i could never lie to quinn." y/n smiled and took it back, setting it down in the fridge. "i'm just going to tell him the truth."

"that's new for you. are you that honest with everyone?"

"i don't think so. there's something different about quinn. he makes me want to be honest."

"have you ever lied to me?"

"no. of course not."

"okay. good." he looked at his sister. "i want you to answer a question then. i'm only gonna ask it once."

"alright. shoot."

"is there something going on between you quinn?"

"no, brock. that would be ridiculous."

"okay. i'm gonna ask it twice. is there something going on between you and quinn?"

"no. you told me he was off limits for dating, as well as the rest of your teammates. but i would be lying to you if i said i didn't think he was really good looking."

"you really think so?" brock's eyes widened at his sisters confession.

"mhm. i do. like, super insanely good looking."

"okay. well, thanks for the honesty." brock couldn't help but chuckle.

before y/n could respond, there was a knock at the door, followed by a few voices.

"sounds like your guests are here. i'll let them in." brock went to the door and opened it, letting their parents inside, along with a few other guests.

y/n spent the first half hour finishing up the meal before brock served it to everyone.

conversation flowed easily around the table, but y/n was stuck thinking about quinn. all his friends were with her and he was most likely alone.

when she stood up abruptly, it caught everyone's attention.

"are you okay?" brock asked.

"yeah. i just have something i really need to do." y/n walked over to the fridge and grabbed the cake. she left her apartment without another word and knocked on quinn's door.

"hey. what are you doing here?" quinn smiled when he answered the door.

"happy birthday." y/n handed him the cake and walked back towards her apartment.

quinn was left standing in his own doorway, staring at the cake. he was used to getting a cake from y/n every year. it was always homemade & this time, it was store bought. but he didn't care. someone actually remembered his birthday.

y/n walked back into her apartment and sat back down at the table. she ignored the looks everyone was giving her and continued eating. everyone went back to eating and talking with each other, quickly forgetting that y/n disappeared for a moment.

a few hours later, everyone was heading out. brock stayed behind to help y/n clean up.

"what did quinn say when you gave him the cake?"

"how did you know that's what i did?"

"you were beating yourself up over missing his birthday. and you left right after i told mom about quinn's goal the other night."

"i wasn't even paying attention to the conversations around me. all i could think about was how quinn's friends were here and nobody mentioned his birthday. i felt bad so i took the cake to him."

"and what did he say?"

"i have no idea. i came right back over here." y/n finished washing the last dish and handed it to brock so he could dry it.

"maybe you should go see him right now. i'm sure he would appreciate some company for the last little bit of his birthday. Oh, and take him some leftovers. dinner was delicious and i guarantee he'll love it." brock grabbed a plate and put all the food he could fit onto it. when he handed it to his sister, she hesitated. "take it to him, y/n. you can't keep beating yourself up over forgetting his birthday."

"you're right." she took the plate and walked to the door. "i'll be back."

"i'll be here." brock chuckled and started putting away the rest of the leftovers.

y/n knocked on quinn's door and waited patiently. when he opened it, she handed him the plate. he looked at her and smiled.

"what's this for?"

"thought you might like some leftovers from today."

"oh. well thank you. smells delicious." he set the plate on the table by the door. "would you like to come in? or do you still have company over there?"

"just brock." y/n smiled and walked into his apartment. "so, how was your birthday?"

"it was good. i got to have breakfast with my parents and then i went to the gym for a bit. then i got a cake delivered to me. it was amazing, by the way."

"really?" y/n smiled. "i'm sorry it wasn't homemade this year. i'm ashamed to admit that i briefly forgot about your birthday and i didn't have enough time to bake you a cake. but i can make up for it if you want."

"look, it doesn't matter to me whether it was homemade or store bought. all i care about is the company that comes with it each year." quinn smiled. "also, thank you for stopping by today. i thought everyone forgot my birthday."

"but quinn, i did forget."

"you remembered eventually. that's all that matters to me. things like that stand out and i appreciate it. more than you think." he sighed. "other than my parents, you're the only one who remembered. so, thank you."

"you're welcome. and i promise i'll make up for almost missing your 25th birthday."

"you don't have to. you're here now. and honestly, your company is the only thing i wanted this year."

"wait, really?"

"yeah. it's the one thing i look forward to for every birthday, no matter how brief it is."

"are you serious?"

"yes. very serious." quinn hesitantly reached for y/n's hand and when she didn't yank it away, he slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. "i'm not sure if you can tell but i like you. i've liked you since the first second i saw you move in across the hall. but unfortunately, i can't do anything about this."

"and why not?" y/n was confused. she liked quinn and it was becoming evident he liked her too. but she didn't understand why nothing could happen.

"you're brock's little sister. it wouldn't be right. it just-"

quinn was unable to finish his sentence. he was pulled forward and y/n's lips were placed on his, softly.

"what was that for?" he asked when y/n pulled away from the kiss.

"your birthday present, dummy." y/n smiled. "and because i like you, quinn."

"you....you do?"

"yes. i don't bake a cake for anyone else's birthday, you know."

"but what about brock?" quinn looked all over her face.

"i'm 24 years old, quinn. brock can't tell me who i can and can't have feelings for." y/n smiled and leaned closer. "besides, i think he actually wants us to be together."

"what makes you say that?"

"he kept encouraging me to come over here to see you. even gave me the plate so i'd have a reason to come over here." she glanced at quinn. "not that i didn't already have a really good reason to come and see you tonight anyway."

"i'm really glad you came over tonight. and kissed me." quinn smirked. "god, i sound like a freaking teenager when he gets his very first girlfriend."

"it's cute." y/n smiled and looked at where her leg touched his. "i think i know the answer to this, but are you enjoying your birthday?"

"i really am." he couldn't help the smile that came upon his face. "i'm still trying to get over the initial shock of you liking me back."

"it's the same for me. guess we can figure it out together, huh?"

"yeah. i guess we can." quinn held her hand and looked at her fingers. "is every part of you just perfect?"

"yes. i do believe every part of me is perfect. perfect in my own special way."

quinn chuckled at the girl he oh so admired. "would it be alright if i kissed you?"

"quinn, you know you don't have to ask." y/n smiled and gave quinn what he wanted. really, what they both wanted.

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aryadelvich · 2 months ago

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Luigi and reader are baking a cake and reader applies a small amount of cake batter on Luigi’s face (near his birth mark). She then grabs his face to lick it off and he makes a swift move to kiss her 💋💋. FRENCH KISSING with tongue 😏

I never sent a request sometimes I write but I want to connect with more Luigi writers hope all is well🩷😊.

Friends don’t know the way you taste - Luigi Mangione x reader

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First of all I’m honoured to be one of your first request ! Second of all I love your idea, it’s so cute !!!🥰 Thank you very much for your request !!! 💕💕

"Luigi, you're making a mess!" you exclaimed in frustration. You had been in the kitchen for over an hour, trying to bake a cake for one of your friends, but it was turning into complete chaos.

"Shhh, let the chef work," he said, focused, stretching out his muscular arm like a barrier to stop you at your waist.

"The chef?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm the head chef. Now move aside kitchen assistant, I need that."

You didn’t budge, so he had to press against you to reach the bowl he was aiming for. The funny thing was, this had been your idea in the first place, but now Luigi was acting like he was in charge. He energetically mixed the batter.

"Luigi, you're getting it everywhere."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I don't see you working, Y/N."

"I'm the taste tester. My job comes at the end."

"You won’t get to taste anything if I fire you first," he shot back playfully.

You and Luigi were close friends. You had the same friend group, went to the same university, and liked pretty much the same things. And you adored him—he was so kind, caring, funny, and, most of all, intelligent.

"Okay! Fine, I’ll help," you gave in, grabbing the bowl and pouring the batter into the cake mold.

"Good girl," he teased sarcastically.

"Don't ever call me that," you warned.

"Or what?" he says, a provocative look on his face.

Without thinking, you scooped up some leftover batter with your fingers and smeared it all over his face.

"You’re going to regret that!" he exclaimed.

You immediately took off running, but he was faster. He caught up to you with ease, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you slightly off the ground.

"No, okay, I’m sorry!" you faked an apology—one you absolutely didn’t mean.

"Too late. I hold grudges. Hmm… what would happen if I rubbed my face in your hair?"

"No! Not my hair! I washed it yesterday," you protested.

"Oh yes! I know all about your hair-washing schedule. What if I ruined it?" he threatened playfully.

"How do you even know that? That’s a girl secret!"

"I have two older sisters, remember? And don’t try to change the subject. Now, what should I do with you?"

"No, please, Luigi! I’ll fix this!"

"Oh yeah? How?"

"Let me go, and I’ll show you."

He slowly released his hold, his touch having been gentle from the start. You wiped some of the batter off his face with your finger and popped it into your mouth.

"Mmm, delicious," you said mischievously.

"You might as well lick me like a cat while you're at it," Luigi muttered.

"Would that make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes."

"Then I’m definitely doing it!"

He burst into laughter. That was the first thing he had liked about you—your ability to never take things too seriously. You stepped closer, cupping his face in your hands. As you leaned in to lick the remaining batter, he turned his head at the last second… Your lips grazed each other, a fleeting touch—too light to be a kiss, yet enough to make your breath hitch.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. You just stared at each other, hearts pounding in sync, the air between you charged with something unspoken. Then, almost as if drawn by an unseen force, you both leaned in at the same time.

And finally, your lips met.

He pressed closer, desperate to feel more of you, to take more of you. His lips were warm, soft, yet urgent against yours. His breath mingled with yours, heavy and uneven. His hands found your hips, gripping them firmly, as if afraid you might slip away.

You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your fingers wove through his curls, tugging slightly, making him shudder. A low moan escaped him, unrestrained—too many emotions hitting him all at once. He was burning.

His tongue teased the seam of your lips, and you parted them without hesitation, inviting him in. He deepened the kiss, a quiet hum vibrating in his throat, sending a shiver down your spine. The intensity of it all left you breathless, dizzy. And when you finally broke apart, gasping for air, reality came crashing back, your forehead still brushing against his.

A silence settles between you. The kind that says too much.

Then Luigi lets out a quiet laugh, as if trying to break the tension. "Well… I guess we just reached a new level of friendship."

You raise an eyebrow, trying to regain your composure. "Oh yeah? Is that the level where we kiss and pretend it doesn’t mean anything?"

He tilts his head slightly, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "Exactly."

You hold his gaze, searching for the truth beneath his humor. Because you know him. You know when he’s pretending everything is fine. But you don’t push. You don’t want to. After all, your heart is still racing, and you’re not ready to admit why.

So you laugh, because it’s easier. Because it’s you two.

"Alright, so we’ll just pretend this never happened," you say, stepping back slightly, even though his body is still so close.

"Of course," he agrees, finally letting go of your waist. But his fingers brush against yours for just a second too long before he truly pulls away.

And that’s how you both silently decide that nothing has changed.

Except everything has.

In the days that follow, everything seems normal. You still hang out together, exchange the same jokes, talk about everything and nothing.

But then there are thosemoments.

Those stolen seconds where your eyes meet and neither of you looks away. Where his arm grazes yours, and neither of you moves.

Those fleeting instants when you wonder if he feels it too—that friendship isn’t quite the right word for whatever this is anymore.

But neither of you says anything. Because it’s easier that way.

Because admitting it means risking everything.

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starlitmelanin · 8 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩ྀི make-believe; j.bellingham

pairing - jude x fem!reader

word count - 3k

warnings - none

summary - you and jude had broken up, decided to go your separate ways, but now you're both forced to play nice for an adidas ad.

you knew this day was coming.

the email landed in your inbox a week ago, the subject line so innocent, so unassuming: adidas shoot - schedule update.

you almost deleted it out of reflex, your heart dropping the moment you recognised the sender. but you clicked it anyway, because you knew better than to ignore reality.

"we've got an exciting shoot coming up with some of our top athletes," the message read, all corporate cheerfulness, "including you and jude bellingham! can't wait to see the magic you two create together."

magic. right.

you hadn't seen jude since it happened, since the two of you had ended things with a mutual understanding that felt more like mutual devastation. the kind of breakup where there's no yelling, no slamming doors, just a quiet acceptance that what you had was too complicated, too much for either of you to carry any longer.

but it wasn't any easier for that. in fact, it might've been harder. because you couldn't even hate him. you couldn't even scream or cry or blame him for anything. you were just... sad. sad in a way that sat heavy in your chest, that didn't go away no matter how many times you told yourself it was for the best.

and now, here you are, standing in the studio with the lights too bright and the air too cool, dressed head-to-toe in adidas gear, waiting for jude to show up.

you can feel the tension building in your shoulders, the nerves twisting in your stomach. you're trying to remind yourself that it's just another day at work, just another shoot, but it's not. not when he's involved.

you hear him before you see him, the familiar sound of his voice as he greets someone at the entrance, that same tone that used to make your heart skip a beat. you don't turn around right away, too busy pretending to adjust the fit of your jacket, but when you finally look up, there he is.

jude's standing there, just a few feet away, looking as good as ever, and it's like air is being sucked right out of your lungs. you thought you were prepared for this, thought you'd built up enough of a wall around your heart to keep it together, but the moment you see him, that wall cracks, just a little.

he looks... different. maybe it's just the distance, the time that's passed, or maybe it's the way he's holding himself, more reserved, more cautious. but his eyes still find yours, and for a split second, everything else fades away. it's just the two of you, caught in that familiar yet unspoken connection that never really went away.

"hey," he says, his voice softer than you remember, almost hesitant.

"hey," you reply, and it's too casual, too normal for what this moment really is. but you don't know what else to say, how else to greet the person who used to be your everything.

before either of you can say more, the director claps his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "all right, let's get started! y/n, jude, we're going to start with some paired shots, just the two of you. we want to capture that chemistry, that connection you both have as madrid's star players."

you almost laugh at the irony, but it sticks in your throat, coming out as a forced smile instead. you nod, falling into step with jude as the crew starts directing you both, positioning you in front of the camera.

the first pose isn't too bad. you're standing side by side, arms crossed, the standard tough athlete look. it's easy enough to slip into character, to pretend like everything's fine. but then the director starts asking for more.

"can you two get a little closer? jude, put your arm around y/n's shoulders, like you're celebrating a win together."

it's such a simple request, something you've done a hundred times before, but now it feels like the hardest thing in the world. still, you nod, forcing your body to move as jude steps closer, his arm brushing against yours before he rests it on your shoulders.

the contact sends a shiver through you, a reminder of all the times you used to lean into him, used to find comfort in his touch. but now, it feels different. awkward, forced, like a ghost of something that used to be real.

you keep your smile plastered on, staring straight ahead at the camera, but you can feel jude's tension too, the way his grip on your shoulder isn't as relaxed as it used to be, how he's holding back. and it makes everything worse because it's a reminder that he's just as affected by this as you are.

"perfect, perfect!" the director calls out, oblivious to the silent struggle happening between you. "now, y/n, turn towards jude, like you're about to high-five him, but stop just before your hands meet. we want to capture that anticipation, that energy."

you don't even know what that means, but you do as you're told, turning to face jude, your hand hovering in the air between you. he mirrors your movement, and now you're standing so close that you can see every detail of his face, the lines of stress around his eyes, the way his lips are pressed into a thin line.

the silence stretches between you, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has shrunk down to just this, just the space between your hands, the weight of everything unsaid. your heart is pounding in your chest, your breath coming a little faster, and you're terrified that he can hear it, that he knows how much this is affecting you.

"great, hold that! now, jude, how about you pull y/n in for a side hug, like you're celebrating together again?"

you blink, your smile faltering for just a second before you catch yourself. this is too much, too close, too soon. but you don't have much of a choice, so you force yourself to move, stepping into jude's space as he wraps an arm around you.

it's stiff, weird, nothing like the way it used to be. and you can tell he feels it too, the way his body is tense, how his touch is light, as if he's afraid to hold on too tight, afraid of what might happen if he does.

you try to relax, try to let yourself sink into the moment, but it's impossible. because all you can think about is how wrong this feels, how much it hurts to be this close to him and yet so far away.

"beautiful! now, y/n, lean your head on jude's shoulder, like you're sharing a moment after a big win."

the director's voice feels like nails on a chalkboard, and you have to fight the urge to tell him to stop, to leave you alone. but you don't. instead, you follow his instructions, tilting your head to rest on jude's shoulder, your heart in your throat.

the scent of him hits you, familiar and comforting, and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes close, not to let yourself get lost in the memories that flood your mind. you can feel jude's breath hitch, just for a second, and you wonder if he's feeling the same thing, if the weight of this moment is crushing him too.

"and... got it! that's a wrap on this setup!"

the words are a relief, but also a disappointment. because even though this is torture, part of you doesn't want it to end, doesn't want to step away from him and go back to pretending like everything's fine, like you're over it.

but you have to. so you pull away, stepping back as jude's arm drops from your shoulders, the distance between you growing again. you glance up at him, catching his eyes for just a moment, and the look there makes your chest ache.

"you okay?" he asks, his voice low, just for you.

you nod, but it's a lie, and you both know it. "yeah. you?"

"yeah." another lie.

the director is already moving on, calling for the next setup, oblivious to the tension that hangs in the air like a storm cloud. you and jude follow along, moving like you're on autopilot, but it's clear that the magic they were hoping for isn't there. not really.

the next few poses are just as bad, each one requiring you to get close, to touch, to pretend like everything's fine when it's not. and with each one, the facade gets harder to maintain, the cracks in your armor growing wider.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, the director calls for a break, and you all but collapse onto a nearby bench, your head in your hands. you can feel jude's presence next to you, but you can't bring yourself to look at him, not now, not when you're so close to breaking.

"y/n," he says softly, and you can hear the concern in his voice, the guilt.

"don't," you whisper, shaking your head. "not here."

he doesn't push, but you can feel his frustration, his helplessness. and it's almost worse than if he had tried to talk to you, because it means he's feeling it too, the weight of this, the impossibility of pretending like nothing's changed.

the break doesn't last long enough.

before you've even caught your breath, the director is calling you back, his voice echoing through the studio like a bad dream. you don't want to get up, don't want to face jude again, but you don't have a choice. this is your job, your life, and sometimes that means swallowing the pain and pushing through it.

when you stand, jude's already on his feet, watching you with that same look he had earlier—like he wants to say something, like he's waiting for the right moment. but there's no right moment, and there won’t be. so you just walk past him, heading back to the set, feeling his eyes on your back the entire way.

"alright, now we're thinking something dynamic," the director explains, too excited for his own good. "like jude lifting y/n off the ground, both of you laughing, like you've just won a big tournament or something."

you almost laugh at the absurdity of it. the idea of jude lifting you, holding you close, laughing like nothing's wrong—it feels like a cruel joke. but you nod anyway, because what else can you do?

you take your position, standing in front of jude. the director is giving more instructions, telling jude how to wrap his arms around your waist, how to make it look effortless, but you can't focus on any of it. all you can think about is how this is going to hurt in ways you can't even begin to prepare for.

when jude's hands settle on your waist, it's like a jolt of electricity shoots through you, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. his touch is gentle, almost too gentle, but it's the tenderness that cuts the deepest.

"on three," the director says, his voice distant, like it's coming from underwater. "one, two, three!"

jude lifts you, just like he's supposed to, and you feel the ground disappear beneath your feet. for a split second, it's almost like it used to be—before everything fell apart. the way he used to hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world, like you were worth protecting.

you're supposed to laugh, supposed to act like this is fun, but the sound that comes out of your mouth is hollow, forced. you don't know how jude manages to smile, how he keeps up the act, because all you want to do is scream, to tell everyone to stop, that this is too much, too painful.

but you don't. you just hang there, suspended in jude's arms, pretending like this is just another day, like you're not dying inside.

"perfect, perfect! that's exactly what we needed!" the director's voice is too loud, too cheerful, and it grates against your nerves. you want to tell him that this isn't perfect, that nothing about this is perfect, but the words stick in your throat.

when jude finally sets you down, you're unsteady on your feet, your legs shaky. you take a step back, putting distance between you, but it's not enough. the damage is done. the wound has been ripped open.

you glance at jude, and the look in his eyes tells you everything. he's hurting too, more than he's letting on. but he's also resigned, like he knows there's nothing either of you can do to fix this, like he's accepted that this is just the way it has to be.

"we'll take five," the director announces, already moving on to the next setup, oblivious to the emotional minefield he's just dragged you both through.

you nod, barely acknowledging him, and walk off the set, needing to be alone, needing to breathe. jude doesn't follow you this time, and you're grateful for it. you don't know what you'd say if he did. you don't know how to explain the mess of emotions swirling inside you, the pain of being so close to him and yet so far away.

you find a quiet corner of the studio, out of sight of the crew, and lean against the wall, your head tilted back as you try to keep it together. but the tears are already welling up, and you hate yourself for it, for being this vulnerable, this broken.

it wasn't supposed to be like this. you and jude were supposed to be the ones who made it, who figured it out. but life had other plans, and now you're stuck here, pretending like everything's fine when it's anything but.

you wipe at your eyes, trying to compose yourself, but it's no use. the emotions are too raw, too fresh. you can still feel jude's touch on your skin, still hear his voice in your head, and it's all too much.

you're so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear him approach. it's only when he speaks that you realise he's standing right in front of you.

"y/n..."

you look up, and there he is, his expression a mix of concern and something else. you want to tell him to leave, to go back to the set and let you deal with this on your own, but the words won't come.

"i'm sorry," he says, and the sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. "i didn't think it'd be this hard."

"me neither," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

he takes a step closer, hesitating like he's not sure if he should, like he's afraid of crossing a line that's already been blurred too many times today. "i... i still care about you. that hasn't changed."

his words hit you like a heavy blow, and you have to look away, your eyes focusing on the floor because you can't bear to look at him right now.

"jude, don't," you manage to say, your voice shaky. "please, just... don't."

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustration etched in every line of his body. "i don't know what to do, y/n. i don't know how to make this better."

you wish you had an answer for him, but you don't. because there isn't one. some things just can't be fixed, no matter how much you want them to be.

"maybe it's not supposed to be better," you say, your voice barely holding steady. "maybe this is just... how it has to be."

the words hang in the air, final and unchangeable, and you know they're true, even if you don't want them to be. whatever you and jude had, it's gone now, and no amount of pretending is going to bring it back.

he nods, his eyes dropping to the floor, and you can see the defeat in his posture, the way he's finally accepted that this is the end.

"we should get back," you say, needing to put distance between you, needing to end this conversation before it destroys you completely.

he doesn't argue, just follows your lead as you both make your way back to the set, the silence between you deafening.

the rest of the shoot goes by in a blur. you're going through the motions, doing what's asked of you without really thinking, without really feeling. it's easier that way, easier to disconnect, to shut down.

and jude... jude is the same. distant, reserved, like he's put up his own walls to protect himself from the hurt. you don't blame him. you've done the same.

when it's finally over, when the director calls it a wrap and the crew starts packing up, you feel a wave of relief wash over you. it's done. you survived. but that relief is tinged with sadness, with the knowledge that nothing's really changed. the pain is still there, still as fresh as it was when you first saw him this morning.

you grab your things, eager to get out of there. but as you're about to leave, he catches your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"y/n," he says, and there's something in his voice, something that makes you pause.

you turn to look at him, and for a moment, you see the boy you fell in love with, the one who made you believe in forever.

"take care of yourself," he says, his voice soft, almost tender.

you nod, not trusting yourself to speak. because there's no closure here, no neat ending, no goodbye that makes everything okay. there's just this—this messy, painful, complicated thing that you and jude have become.

"you too," you finally manage to say.

he gives you a small, sad smile, and then he lets you go.

and just like that, it's over. you walk away, your heart heavy, your mind racing with everything you wanted to say but couldn't.

because this isn't a movie, and there's no script to follow.

it's just... done.

#⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧 #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x black reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham angst

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horseonvhs · 8 months ago

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i'm starting an email newsletter as an alternative to social media/RSS feeds for updates and announcements for Nothing Doing. it's called DIRECT TO VIDEO and you can subscribe here. more details after the break!!

i will be real - part of the reason i'm doing this is that i keep worrying my RSS feed is going to break and i won't know how to fix it. in the wake of cohost shutting down, i know a fair amount of people are looking to move on from social media as a whole and become True RSS Freaks (affectionate), and i'd hate for any readers to lose track of what's going on with the comic because i saved a file wrong or something. if you are sick of social media and you want to keep up with my work, this might be a "the move!"

that said, i also just think there's something novel and fun about newsletters. i don't know yet what i might like to do with it; maybe it'll be a fun way to preview other projects or share little secrets about the comic. anything is possible (though i will say that every edition will have at least one comic in it -- that's the "horse's promise")!

for the first four weeks, there will be twice-weekly updates on Tuesdays and Thursdays containing five strips from the Nothing Doing archive each. once all the strips are archived, it will be updated whenever there is a new comic slash whenever i have something important to announce. it simply would not be a project of mine if it had a more coherent schedule lol

all that to say: comics! directly to your email!! literally what in this world could be better than that!!! subscribe today!!!!!

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potatoplace · 12 days ago

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Series Masterlist | ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Eventual Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find out you have cancer, and it's unlikely you'll survive. In an attempt to preserve your sister's happiness, you're keeping your diagnosis a secret until after her honeymoon. In the meantime, you'll need help from one person, to go to and from your appointments.

This is a terminal illness fic. Reader has cervical cancer, due to an HPV infection. The HPV vaccine is incredibly effective at almost completely reducing the risk for cervical cancer, as well as others. HPV is able to be transmitted through skin-to-skin contact as well as through sexual contact, and it is incredibly important to receive the vaccine.

Please don't feel the need to read this fic, it is a no happy ending one. There is no bright spot at the end, just sadness. I'm writing it because I need a good outlet right now for how I'm feeling after losing M'aiq. But feel free to skip it, it's going to be just. Heavy and sad.

Warnings: Terminal Illness, Cancer, no happy ending, angst, medical tests (pap smear, use of speculum)

Words: ~3.2k

Author's Note: like I said above, this is just an outlet for me right now. It's gonna be sad. Sad sad. Idk if it'll get updated 🤷‍♀️ who knows. It's an outlet so I'll see when I need it again. Hoping to get some of my scheduled stuff worked on tomorrow. Love you guys 🫶 -- also the title is from a Halsey song, it was a digital deluxe release for TGI during release week, chapter title is lyrics from it!

18+ only pls

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You’d never thought your life would come to this.

Staring at white walls, avoiding looking directly at the too-bright lights on the ceiling, your feet in stirrups, a doctor checking between your legs as you shivered, utterly uncomfortable at being examined down there.

You’d never even had sex, yet here you were, spread open because your tests hadn’t come back clean. That paired with the near constant spotting you had been experiencing for the last year, and now the constant fatigue, shortness of breath…

There was no point in worrying, until you had to. That’s what you kept telling yourself at least, to keep the anxiety from creeping too deeply into your heart.

“Wow, uhm,” the doctor said, shock evident in her tone. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go grab the head doctor really quickly, so it tight, okay?”

And that was your sign to start worrying. Big time.

You nodded at her and craned your neck to watch as she left the exam room quickly, before your eyes returned to the colorless walls, the pale pink cabinets to your left. A heavy breath left you as you ran over the possible scenarios, what horrors the doctor had seen within you.

Large amounts of endometriosis? A baby, somehow?

… Cancer?

It was no secret that your healthcare had fallen to the wayside over the years, what with your mother dying shortly after your birth and your family losing their fortune less than five years later. Your father had been left to fend for himself and four girls, and it was a miracle that the four of you had made it this far, as unscathed as you were.

And now? Well, it was a miracle that you were here, in a doctor’s office at all. You couldn’t remember the last time that you’d been for anything other than the required shots for public school.

But here you were, going to the doctor on your sister’s-fiancé’s-family’s dime, in a country you had just moved to.

A knock sounded on the door to your right, an older woman following your doctor into the room before shutting the door softly behind her.

“Hello, Y/N, my name is Madja, I’m the head OB/GYN here, and Ianthe suggested I help examine you today. Is that alright?” You nodded shyly, watching as she took Ianthe’s previous spot, the other doctor hovering nervously behind her. Your eyes turned to the ceiling as she examined you, doing your best to ignore any sensations. You heard Madja ask Ianthe to grab supplies for her, only tuning back in when she spoke directly to you. “Okay, Y/N, I’m going to get a small sample, you’ll feel a brief pain and some mild cramping after.” You winced as she did so, squeezing your eyes together tightly. “Good job, you did wonderfully, and it’s all done.”

Madja removed her gloves and helped you remove your legs from the stirrups, sitting up on the exam table a moment later. “So, Y/N, we did see some abnormalities, and I’m going to order a few tests for you to find out more. Since we’re attached to the hospital, we’ll get you sent over for them in just a few minutes. Do you have any questions for me?”

“I… Do you… Do you have an idea of what it might be?” you asked her nervously, eyes flicking to Ianthe, who was fidgeting in the corner.

Madja sighed, a sad smile on her lips. “We won’t know for certain until the test results come back, but… Is there anyone we can call for you, dear?”

“No, no, I’ll…” you sucked in a breath. “I don’t want to worry anyone, yet. Not until we know what it is.”

She nodded, an understanding look in her eyes. “Very well. Ianthe will take you for your tests in a moment, and we’ll have answers soon. So don’t worry, alright, dear?”

“Okay,” you said quietly, watching as she left the room.

“Well, I’ll go grab a wheelchair, and we’ll get you down to MRI, CT, and X-Ray in a jiffy. And since you’re so important, you’ll probably get to skip to the front of each line, and you’ll be home before you know it!” Ianthe told you cheerfully, but you could see the sadness lingering in her eyes before she turned to leave.

You wondered how long she’d be able to keep it up, the fake-happy act, when something was very clearly wrong with you.

She returned a moment later, promised wheelchair parked outside of the room as she led you into it, settling your feet onto the footrests before beginning to wheel you deeper into the facility, chattering mindlessly to you about your hair.

Just recently, you’d had it bleached to a pale blonde, a look that you’d always wanted to try. But now that you were being given a weekly stipend for having had your life turned upside in a matter of months… You’d gone ahead and done it, loving the results.

“So do you use a special shampoo or anything?” Ianthe asked you as the two of you waited for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

“Hm?” You’d completely spaced out, your mind stuck on how painful those last few minutes of bleach had been. “Oh, I use one for color treated hair, but the real secret is purple shampoo. It keeps it looking bright,” you replied, running your fingers through your hair.

“That’s good to know, I’ve been thinking about going lighter with my own hair but the maintenance… It looks so amazing on you, though,” Ianthe gushed as she pulled up to a set of doors with a sign next to them reading Radiology: MRI. “Wait just a second, I’ll make sure we get in soon, love,” the bubbly blonde said with a squeeze to your shoulder before entering the room.

Only a minute later she returned. “Alright, as soon as the other patient’s done, we’re next. So, where’d you go to get it done?”

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Three hours spent waiting for scans and getting scans done later, and you were back in the exam room you’d started in. Thankfully you’d been able to change back into your clothes, a comfortable but stylish pair of jeans and a hoodie, all courtesy of your soon-to-be-in-laws. Ianthe had gone to grab Madja a few minutes ago, but you could have sworn it was thirty minutes later when the pair finally returned, a redhead also entering the room with them.

“Alright, Y/N, we have a few things to go over,” Madja said seriously, taking a seat on a rolling stool. “During your pelvic exam, we observed what seemed to be a mass, obstructing your cervix. I took a sample, and we sent you for a round of tests for imaging, and reviewed them carefully. I’ll let Dr. Berdara take it from here.”

The redhead stepped forward, extending a hand towards you, shaking your hand gently. “My name is Gwyneth, but you can call me Gwyn,” she said with a warm smile. “I’m a gynecological oncologist, meaning that I deal with cancer of the female reproductive organs. From the tests we’ve run today, I am sorry to inform you that you have cancer. It is stage IV metastatic cervical cancer that has spread to your lungs, bones, and lymph nodes. We can discuss treatment options, but I would recommend telling your family as soon as possible.”

You nodded, but anxiety was already creeping through you, holding you hostage in one position. “I… I’m waiting, until after the honeymoon. I want them to enjoy it,” you whispered, thinking of how happy Feyre had been recently. How she was excited for this wedding, unlike her previous almost-wedding to that abusive jackass. “Could we keep whatever treatments we do secret, until then?”

And you didn’t want anything to get in the way of it.

Not even… Not even with you possibly dying.

“Of course. But you will likely need someone to take you to and from your appointments,” Gwyn pointed out with a raised brow. “And someone to be your emergency contact.”

“I’ll figure something out,” you mumbled, letting yourself take a steadying breath before asking the question you didn’t want to hear the answer to. “What are my options?”

“Well, we have a few things we can do. Surgically, we could do a radical hysterectomy, and possibly look at further surgeries to remove other masses, though I would not recommend the extra strain on your body,” Gwyn explained gently, watching as your eyes widened before filling with tears. “I recommend starting intravenous chemotherapy as soon as possible, we can make up a schedule for it before you leave today. Do you have any questions?”

“Uhm…” you sniffled. “What are… What are my chances, with all the treatments?”

Gwyn’s eyes softened as she looked at you, grasping your hand gently. “With the severity of your diagnosis… We can make you comfortable, for the next few months.”

You nodded resolutely. At just 19, you were likely going to die.

“I wish I’d been able to come in sooner,” you whispered softly, before tears finally spilled over onto your cheeks.

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“Did you want to stop for anything before we head home, miss?” your driver, Nuala asked.

“No, thank you, Nuala. Thank you for waiting so long for me,” you said quietly, guilt building inside of you. After all, you’d been in the clinic for over four hours, and the woman had been patient enough to wait outside with no more than one text, asking her to wait until you were done.

“It’s no problem, your safety is of the utmost importance.”

Right.

That was the whole reason you had moved to Prythian, after all. A tiny coastal country on the western edge of Spain, with only one large city - Velaris, whose streets you were currently being driven through.

And home? Home was a palace, where your sister’s fiancé, Rhys, and his family ruled from.

You would have been content, living in your small town in the southern US, if not for the attempted kidnappings that had occurred a month ago, prompting you and your other two sisters’ quick relocations to Prythian in an effort to not have the three of you killed.

Apparently, ruling a country didn’t make you popular with everyone.

But you wouldn’t complain now, having the freedom to explore your passions without worrying about having a job would be nice.

Though… That might not happen, after all…

You watched the vibrant streets passed by, wanting nothing more than to curl up in your bed, ready to ignore everyone and everything in an effort to not give away your new… Condition.

Which is exactly what you did, slowly making your way from the garage to the entrance hall, then through the main hall and up the grand staircase, taking the first right before seeing your door at the end of the hall.

If you were this exhausted now… You could only imagine what hell the chemo would put you through, how you’d manage to make it all the way up here each time.

As it was, your first round of it would be given to you tomorrow and…

Shit, you needed to find someone to take you…

Collapsing onto your plush, far too large bed, you thought of your options.

You didn’t want to burden Nuala, she already had enough errands to run all the time without having to babysit you five times a week for however long it took to administer the medications.

Your sisters were out of the question, you knew that Nesta and Elain would both tell Feyre, and your hopes at letting her enjoy her wedding would be shot.

You only had a week before the wedding, and two weeks after than for her honeymoon to be over. Only three weeks that you needed to keep up this charade, that you were fine and nothing was out of the ordinary. After that, you would be able to tell your sisters, whatever… Whatever that would look like.

At some point you must have drifted off, as you were awoken by the dinging of your phone, a text from Feyre ringing out.

Dinner’s in five, don’t be late!

That was two minutes ago, meaning you only had three to drag yourself downstairs and into the dining room, or else risk scathing looks from the King.

He hated people being late.

You hurried out of your room, knowing that he’d likely be pissed no matter what, seeing as you were still clad in jeans and a hoodie, entirely too casual for a dinner in a palace.

Though you didn’t see much why it mattered, as there was no one around to take pictures of your impropriety.

It doesn’t matter, I just need to do better. I’m living here on his dime, after all, and he’s going to be paying for my treatments too… You paused when you hit the bottom of the stairs, a wave of dizziness washing over you.

A strong hand met your back, keeping you steady. “Hey, are you alright?”

You managed to look up, eyes meeting hazel before flicking away. “I’m fine, thank you. Just ran down the stairs too fast, I think,” you said, an awkward laugh leaving you before you remembered that you were going to be late. Quickly, you set off for the dining room, Azriel hot on your heels, though you knew he could pass you easily with those long legs of his, and the fact that you were moving at slower pace than usual.

The two of you entered the dining hall together, just as the clock struck six.

“Good of you to join us, Azriel, Y/N,” the King, Xander, said as the two of you took the remaining empty seats next to each other. Dinner began shortly after, waiters bringing out salads and pouring wine, to which you placed your hand over your glass, not wanting to test how alcohol works with an illness like yours.

Probably not well, if you had to guess.

You hated how long these dinners took sometimes, and right now especially. All you wanted to do was go back upstairs and sleep, maybe take a nice, hot bath for the cramping you were having.

Over an hour later, dessert was served, and you hardly touched it. It had been a chore to eat the roast meat and veggies you’d just finished, and you were certain that you would lose everything if you attempted to have more, nausea already building in your throat.

You could practically feel Azriel’s eyes burning a hole into the side of you, watching you the entire time. Even now, as you took tiny sips of tea, he was watching you.

So… Maybe you had acted strangely before coming in here, but that didn’t mean that he thought something was wrong, and he probably wasn’t even watching you. You were probably just being paranoid, now that you had something to hide.

You left the dinner just after the King and Queen did, not noticing that the same someone who followed you in had chosen to follow you out, as well.

You made your way back to the grand staircase, looking up at them with dread in your eyes. You were tired, and you were still cramping, and you were emotionally exhausted, and… And you just wanted to cry.

“Do you want help?” that deep, smooth voice asked you, and you turned your head to the right to see Azriel, standing a few paces away with his hands clasped behind his back.

“No, I’m fine, but thank you for asking, Azriel,” you replied, latching your hand to the railing as you began to ascend, the eighteen steps kicking your ass by the end of it, and you stopped, breathing deeply as you tried to slow your heartrate and clear the dizziness from your head.

“You’re not fine, Y/N,” Azriel hissed as he led you with a gentle hand on your back, getting you safely to your room. You plopped onto your bed, sighing as your lungs recovered. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? You’ve had doctor’s appointments frequently, and now you’re struggling to walk up a flight of stairs without help. You aren’t fine.”

Falling back, you let yourself stare at the ceiling as you contemplated the risks of telling him.

Feyre had told you he was good at knowing secrets about everyone, though she hadn’t mentioned his proclivity to share them with others…

Half of the truth, then.

“I’m sick, Azriel. I need to go to treatments five times a week, starting tomorrow. And I need you to not tell anyone, not until after Feyre and Rhys get back from their honeymoon,” you told him, your voice soft, resigned.

“Alright. Do you have a way to get there?”

You blinked for a moment, dumbfounded. “No, I don’t…”

“That’s solved, then, I’ll take you. What time do you need to leave tomorrow?”

You pulled yourself back into a seated position, a confused look on your face. “You’ll take me? Why?”

“Because you’re Feyre’s sister, and you deserve to have help in this, even if you refuse to tell your sisters now. Besides, I have nothing scheduled for the next three weeks, and after that, your sisters can take over. So, what time do we need to leave?”

Teeth worried your lip as you stared at him, utterly confused by his interest in helping you. You’d spoken maybe ten times in the month the two of you lived under the same roof, and it had been brief contact at that. But you supposed… Help would be nice, and he was offering…

“My appointment is at ten, and it takes about twenty minutes to get there.”

Azriel nodded, “Alright, I’ll see you at 9:30 to take you down to the garage. Have a good night, Y/N.”

He left your room soon after, leaving you laying on your bed, confused at the turn of events. From brief interactions to now offering to take you to your appointments, five days a week… It was strange, and you were also grateful.

As for the rest of your evening, while a bath sounded nice… you would much rather change into a nightgown and crawl into bed, maybe even get a whole twelve hours of sleep tonight.

So you did exactly that, shedding your jeans and hoodie, before slipping into a soft, powder blue nightgown. You set an alarm for 7:30, deeming two hours more than enough to take a bath or shower, then have a light breakfast before your treatment started.

You weren’t feeling hopeful, not really. The only thing you were letting yourself hope for was that you wouldn’t ruin Feyre’s wedding festivities. You wanted her to be happy.

That’s all you’d ever wanted, for your sisters.

That’s all you’d ever wanted for yourself.

But you were good at playing like you were fine, good at pushing through the pain. So long as you didn’t have to face a set of stairs, it seems.

You’d keep this secret, until the time was right.

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hwaslayer · 9 months ago

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wildfire (cs) | intro.

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, eventual smut

—word count: 2.0k

—warnings: nothing much; cussing, very general description of research topics/neuroscience experiments including mentions of mice research (no details)!, mentions of infidelity (not oc or san)

—a/n: ty for being patient with me <33 here's the lil intro to professor choi 🤪 i think i'll keep the same update schedule i've had (every other weekend) but ofc will let everyone know if i cant update for whatever reason!! enjoyyyy this rideeee 🖤

Clunk.

San throws his glasses onto his desk before leaning back in his chair, hands coming up behind his head for a stretch. He had been working on his progress report for one of his grants since this morning, and he was starting to feel the migraine come on.

"Fuck." He mutters, pinching at the bridge of his nose before he gets up to grab another cup of coffee from his Nespresso machine— popping in a pod with a level 9 intensity into the slot and pressing start. It's around dinner time, but quite frankly, San isn't too hungry. He'll eat something small. He's just tired, especially because of this progress report. But, it's due next week and he needs to finalize his class schedule for the upcoming quarter at the same time. He won't have as much time to get through the technicalities if he waits any longer.

He's pretty immune to the different intensities of coffee at this point; having eaten it for breakfast, lunch and dinner during his postdoc years. It won't do much for long, but it'll at least keep him going for the next couple of hours before he calls it a day and lays in bed.

When his coffee is done, he pours some creamer into his mug and gives it a good stir before settling back into his office. His house is too big for one person, but he enjoys the stillness. The quiet. He used to hate it. He used to hate when every corner reminded him of his ex-wife. Now, he's gotten used to it. He's learned how to live alone, how to enjoy his peace. He lets out a small sigh, taking a sip of his hot coffee as he resumes to look at the computer screen to his side. Suddenly, his phone goes off and he's quick to shift his attention to it because it's slightly odd for this time of day. People don't normally call him unless he's settled on a phone call meeting ahead of time, and he doesn't remember booking any calls tonight.

"Hey." San picks up when he realizes it's Jongho. Okay, so he maybe he lied. He does take a few calls from close friends, most who are also professors at the same university. "What's up?"

"How's your T15 report going?"

"Long. It's terrible."

"Well." Jongho laughs. "Perks of being you, I guess." San rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks. Very enlightening."

"Anyways, I wanted to call really quickly. I figured you hadn't seen it yet, but wanted to put it on your radar. I looped you into an email for a possible collaboration. We're trying to meet this week if you're free. Might be good to see what it's worth, could get us more funding. Open more collaboration opportunities in the future." San presses the phone against his ear, holding it with his shoulder as he navigates to his inbox on his computer. He has a bunch of unread emails that he'll eventually respond to, paying a tad more attention to the pressing ones when he has a moment. He's not gonna lie, he does ignore a few if it's not of interest to him, or something he doesn't feel like he can contribute much to. He'll typically respond with a 'so sorry, no can do' if people get pushy and constantly follow up, but for the most part, he does his best to keep up and respond where it's warranted.

San sees the email Jongho is speaking of, but right underneath it, he sees another email from a student inquiring about rotating in his lab for the upcoming quarter. He's always interested when students reach out to rotate in his lab, but he can't accommodate all, especially when he doesn't feel like his research aligns with their goals. He usually takes 1 per quarter if it fits, otherwise, he doesn't have any at all.

Out of curiosity, he clicks on the email since it has been awhile since anyone rotated in his lab.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Dear Professor Choi, I hope this email finds you well. My name is Y/N, and I'm currently a bioengineering grad student who is interested in rotating in your lab for the upcoming quarter. I have been thinking about diving deeper into computational analysis, mice behavior, 2-photon excitation and opto-stim work. I've spoken to your postdocs, Sunwoo and Belle, about their current projects and potentially collaborating since they seem to be touching up on all these aspects. I was hoping we can find a time to meet and chat a bit to see if it would be a good fit. The deadline to submit my rotation selections is coming up, so I'd like to make sure we meet beforehand. Let me know, happy to work with your schedule! Best, Y/N Y/L/N

The thing about San is that he's pretty good at picking up on a student's vibe through their emails. It's the tone, the professionalism, the way they write and carry themselves. He can tell when some people are a little more egotistical and ignorant, and he doesn't want people like that in his rather small, but mighty lab. His current grad students and postdocs all get along well, and they're bright people who are very passionate about their work and studies. He doesn't need people thinking they're above the others. In addition to that, he can also tell when students are just trying to get their name on a published paper doing work in his lab, or when they're just trying to wing their way through grad school. It's a shame, but he definitely has come across a few students in his inbox. They do exist.

You, though? He's intrigued. You seem bright. Genuinely passionate about the specific areas you're interested in diving into. Poised. He appreciates that. He quickly scans over your CV and the little blurb at the bottom that highlights the work you've done in your undergrad years and internships. Your work history. He sees that you've already dipped your toes in a few of the different areas you've mentioned. Worked with a few professors he knows. You've volunteered at a couple of places.

An all-rounder.

"Did you see it?" He almost forgets he's on the phone with Jongho.

"Mm, yeah. I'll respond in a bit, I think I can meet on Thursday. Sorry, I just got a little distracted. Saw another email about a potential rotation student."

"Gonna take one on this quarter?"

"Maybe. If it fits. She seems to be interested in a lot of the work we do. She knows Sunwoo and Belle."

"Oh, nice. That'll be cool."

"What about you? Taking on a rotation student?" Jongho is an assistant professor in the electrical engineering department, and he is often bombarded with inquiries himself. He usually always has a rotation student, and they almost always choose his lab to work in after their rotation program is up. San doesn't blame them— Jongho is brilliant, and his work creates a lot of different pathways for students to navigate and try. San's can be a hit or miss; it's quite niched, and students often find that it genuinely is tough to play around in his field.

"Yeah. Think so."

"Alright. Thanks for giving me a heads up. I'll check my calendar and respond in a bit for sure." San eyes the email. "It does sound like a good collaboration."

"Figured you'd say that. Thanks, my guy! Take it easy and good luck on your progress report."

"Appreciate it." San gives off a toothless smile even though Jongho can't see him. He slides his phone off to the side and checks his calendar, upholding his promise to Jongho about responding to the email ASAP. He keeps his email short, letting the group know he can make the meeting at the desired time on Thursday to talk about the potential collaboration across labs.

Then, he pulls up your email and checks his calendar once more.

From: [email protected] To: y/[email protected] Hi Y/N, Thanks for your email - for sure! I think there's a lot of possibilities we could visit, especially with Belle and/or Sunwoo's projects. Can you pop into my office on Tuesday morning? 10am good? We can chat then. — San

"Oh shit." You slow your chewing when you see the email notification pop up on your screen during dinner.

"What?" Felix asks, turning his attention towards you and causing Jiung and Eunchae to do the same.

"Professor Choi answered my email."

"That was quick." Jiung takes forkful of food into his mouth.

"Professor Choi as in San or Jongho? Cause they're both hotties." Eunchae swoons and twirls her hair, making Felix scrunch his nose.

"San."

"I'd kill to be a rotation student in their labs." Eunchae giggles. "What'd he say?"

"To meet him at his office on Tuesday to chat more."

"Well, that's good! Which other labs were you looking at?"

"I'm not sure. Song Mingi, Kang Yeosang, Jeong Yunho. Kim Namjoon—"

"Isn't Professor Choi's ex-wife with Professor Jeong now?" Jiung looks up with a squint.

"Yeah, apparently when it all went down, it was a mess." Felix chimes in, and you continue to type away at your phone. "Imagine your wife having an affair with your bestfriend."

"Harsh." Jiung does a head tilt.

"I guess they don't interact much anymore, do they? Seems to be water under the bridge."

"I don't think so, but Professor Lee works in the Chemical Engineering department so they might have to from time to time if students in her lab wanna be co-advised or collaborate with him. Professor Jeong, though."

"Awkward. At least they can keep it civil." Felix shrugs at Eunchae's response.

"They lowkey have no choice." Felix looks up in thought before shrugging. "Still sucks to know your bestfriend was involved."

"Seriously." You add.

"Either way, those are good labs to possibly rotate in. It'd be cool if you could get into Namjoon's lab. Heard he's cool as fuck even though he's the department chair." Felix tosses his napkin into his empty paper bowl.

"Yeah, same. I'll keep you guys updated." You send off your response to Professor Choi with a small sigh. "There. Hopefully my rotation will be settled for the quarter."

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Hi Professor Choi, Yes, I can meet you at 10am on Tuesday. Thank you, and see you then! Best, Y/N

"Maybe you'll get more out of the rotation, especially with Professor Choi." Eunchae nudges your side and you let out a small yelp before you playfully pinch her bicep.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jiung snorts.

"I'm just saying, he's successful. A hottie. Young. Single—"

"Here she goes." Felix lets out a breath.

"Bro. Calm down." Jiung laughs. "He's still a professor."

"What if you two get close during rotation and he falls in love with you?" She looks at you ever so seriously.

"Relax." Felix laughs. "What kinda movie did we fall into?"

"Eunchae, please." You poke her cheek. "You know we rarely ever see the professors in lab. We get like.. five minute meetings with them and that's about as much of a personal interaction we'll get. They're busy people. Sorry to burst your bubble, bae." She shrugs.

"It was fun to think about." She giggles. "But no, that'll be a good experience for you if you get to join his lab for rotation. The others are great, too. Is he your first choice for a dissertation advisor, though?"

"As of now, yeah. But, we'll see how it all goes."

"Keep us updated." Jiung sips some water. "I think I need to reach out to one more professor for this quarter. Needa figure out my shit before classes start."

"Same."

Meanwhile, San sees the notification from your email pop up in the corner of his screen and he immediately presses on it. He smiles a bit when he realizes how easy scheduling that meeting was— most of the time, people say they'll work with his schedule but end up pushing back. He slots you into his calendar before he can forget and switches his attention back to the progress report he's close to finishing up.

San thinks it'll be nice to host a rotation student again, as the experience has always been useful, eventful, productive. He thinks it'll be like any other time; the experience being useful, eventful. Productive. He trusts in his group, the students, to come up with great ideas and be able to execute from start to finish.

So, he doesn't think much of it. He thinks he can hand you off and trust you with Belle and Sunwoo.

Little does he know that's where he gets it all wrong.

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moonlitcelestial · 2 months ago

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Chapter 12

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 10,667

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Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer.

Contains she/her pronouns.

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General Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Fluff, other that that none, please let me know if I should add some.

Author's Notes - the biggest chapter yet and the next is going to be bigger, hehe oops. Like always please let me know if you see anything that needs to be fixed. Let me know what you think!

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You were awoken by hushed whispers on either side of you. You gently opened your eyes and the talking stopped. You grumbled incoherently and started taking note of where you were. The boys had not moved from the way they cuddled up to you last night. The weight of the two of them against you was comforting. Wooyoung had taken his hand from San’s and moved to tuck some of your hair away from your face. Chills went up your spine at his gentle touch.

“Good morning sleepy, did you sleep okay?” San asked in a deep morning voice.

God damn that was hot. You shifted your arms upward in a stretch and turned toward him. Your better judgement was out the window this early in the morning and you cuddled into his chest wrapping your arm around him in a hug like gesture. He was so warm.

“I would take that as a yes,” Wooyoung remarked. He had shifted to mold his front against your back, putting his arm over you and on San’s hip. San chuckled and did the same.

“I don't remember anything past you guys coming in here last night,” you murmured into his chest. Your body always sought warmth in the morning; it just so happened this morning the warmth was a person and not a comforter or a giant like it usually was. “Generally I toss and turn which wakes me up a lot, this time I don't remember doing any of that.” you said looking up at San. He was already looking at you. You blushed at his gaze and buried yourself back into his chest.

“I guess you just need some weighted blankets then,” Wooyoung murmured against the back of your neck.

“Actual weighted blankets don't work with me, they just make me ache in the morning.” You recalled the times you tried; it did not last very long. Every time you would wake up in the morning sore from the position you had fallen asleep in. No matter how many times you twisted and turned you could never find enough of a comfortable spot to keep the blanket on you. If you did end up finding something, the constant weight just flat out hurt no matter the weight.

“That's no fun, you must need a person to cuddle you to sleep then.” San said with conviction. You let out a light laugh at him.

“I couldn’t ask that of anyone, it would need to be a constant thing to keep a decent schedule.” You sat up. Leaning over San you grabbed your glasses off of the table. Once you put them on you could see the full expanse of their bedhead. Their hair was sticking up at different angles. You let out a giggle at them. Wooyoung sat up on his elbow and looked at you with curiosity.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, raising his eyebrow at you. The look he was giving you with his outrageous bedhead was absolutely hilarious. Your fit of giggles increased. San chuckled and started patting down Wooyoung’s hair.

“Your bedhead is horrendous," San responded. You jumped at the alarm that went off. Before you could react and turn it off Wooyoung had grabbed you around your waist and threw you to the other side of the king sized bed. You squeaked and started uncontrollably laughing as his fingers danced across your sides. You had curled into yourself to help alleviate the ticklish sensation. You couldn't protect yourself so you thought of the next best thing, you reached out and started poking him in the sides. He paused enough for you to leap out of the bed. San had your phone in hand so he could turn off the alarm. What you did not see however was him snapping some pictures of himself, you and Wooyoung.

“Wahhhh I haven't seen that tattoo in person before, that's so cool looking!” Wooyoung said getting up off the bed.

“Yeah, it is generally hidden, I don't get to show this off very much unless I am in shorts or a swimsuit.” You pulled your short leg up just a little. He smiled at you and San moved to look closer at it.

“It's stunning, the picture doesn't do it justice,” San said with a small smile. The moment was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. You looked to both of the boys and motioned for them to go hide behind something just in case it was some random person. You moved to the door and swung it open. On the other side of the door stood Yeosang. He was in a tank top and sweatpants.

“Have you seen Sannie and Woo? I woke up and they were not in the suite, and they left their phones.” He asked quietly so as to not raise suspicion. You smiled warmly and motioned for him to step in. You could see how tired he was.

“You're good,” you spoke to the room. You hadn't seen where they disappeared but you knew they were close. They had stepped out of the bathroom with bright smiles on their faces. You briefly wondered what they had been doing, but the thought was quickly expunged as Yeosang let out a deep sigh. You patted his back and walked back over to the bedside table. You grabbed your phone to see several missed messages in your group chat; all of them were slightly panicked questioning the whereabouts of WooSan. You sent out a quick response that they were with you and safe. Shortly after you heard a door close and someone stomping down the hall. You walked to the door and opened it to see Hongjoong with his hand poised to knock. You snickered at his expression, it was a mix of relief and anger. Stepping aside, you let him in, he stomped past you and walked up to WooSan. You followed him into the room and crawled up the middle of the bed to sit next to Yeosang, both of you had your backs pressed against the headboard.

“You two, I swear you will give me a heart attack,” he said as he hugged the two of them. This was a new part of him that you hadn’t seen, generally all you saw was the quiet love he held for these men. It warms your heart to see him let his guard down around you. Turning your head you watched as more of the boys had piled into your room; someone must have caught the door as it was closing. Yunho and Mingi came and sat on the opposite corners of the bed facing you and Yeosang, you smiled at them as they made themselves comfortable. Wooyoung and San had dramatically plopped between the two of them, San almost squashed Woo, which startled Mingi and Yunho. Seonghwa came and sat on your other side. Jongho and Hongjoong were the last to join you guys on the bed, Hongjoong by Seonghwa and Jongho next to Yeosang. How everyone fit on the bed was beyond you. You looked over everyone and saw your team leaning against the small desk and dresser.

“Is this an intervention?” Looking at everyone you could see the smiles break out on their faces. Your team burst into a fit of laughter, everyone turned to look at them. You met Aurora’s eyes and she started laughing harder; you couldn't help but to burst into your own fit of giggles. She had always been the one you should never look at in a serious situation, she always dragged you down with just her expressive eyes. All of their laughter has always been contagious for you; even in the worst situations. All of the boys were looking between you and your team with confusion.

“They must be delirious from lack of sleep,” you heard Yeosang mutter. You may have been the only one to catch it. You keeled over into Seonghwa landing in his lap. You clutched his sweatpants as you tried to contain your laughter. Your sides were starting to hurt from how hard you were laughing. It turned into silent laughter and you were almost not breathing. You stole a glance up at Forrest who made a funny face at you which set you off again.

You felt someone patting your back, you looked up to see Hongjoong smiling down at you with his eyebrows raised. He was entirely too amused by you right now and you could see it. You pushed yourself up off of Seonghwa and looked at him, he was smiling at you too. You took in all of their faces and many of them were looking at you with the same look. You made sure to attempt to avoid your team's eyes, but luck was not on your side as Willow moved to look at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was plotting something.

“Hey, Y/N. Fartlek.” You burst into a fit of absolutely uncontrollable laughter, briefly you saw Forrest roll his eyes. Forrest had come into the office one day and told the team he learned a new word from his husband. Once he uttered that word the three of you couldn't hold back your laughter. He exasperatedly explained that it was in fact a real term used when runners did sprints and jogs in a set. It had become an inside joke immediately after. You had folded over yourself and laid your forehead onto the mattress. The rest of the room burst into laughter. You couldn't take it anymore, you lifted your head and took off your glasses and threw them somewhere before slamming your head back down to muffle your own laughter. You were practically laid across the mattress at this point. A couple of people had leaned on you from where they were on you, you could guess it was Hongjoong and Jongho.

After a few minutes you heard a knock on the door. You sat up quickly and everyone straightened going silent. Forrest was the first one to move and he looked through the peephole. “I think it is the same manager from yesterday who said he couldn't help our team after the mob. I haven't seen him enough to be sure so one of you might come check” he whispered.

Yunho had gotten up off the bed to look through the peephole. Shortly after he unlocked the door and opened it. “What?” He growled. You shrunk back at his tone, you had never heard that from any one of them it was too familiar. You quickly looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. He could see the terror written all over your face. Once he had you in his grasp you calmed, closing your eyes.

You aren't there, you are here. This is not the past, this is the present. You feel his arms wrapped around you, you are in a hotel with your chosen family.

You opened your eyes to see the worried face of Hongjoong, he was standing over you protectively. He reached out to you and brushed your hair away from your face. You flinched back from his touch instinctively. He whipped his hand back and you could see the heartbroken look on his face. You reached out to grasp his hand but you didn't have the opportunity to because Yunho stepped back into the main portion of the room and Hongjoong moved away.

“Our new security team is here. They want us to change and pack up as quickly as possible so we can get on the road for the shoot. Apparently they have breakfast for all of us as well.” Yunho said, looking over at everyone. You nodded and moved away from Seonghwa. One by one each of them left the room. Jongho had handed you your glasses as he left; apparently as you had accidentally pelted him in the chest with them in your fit of laughter. You grabbed Hongjoong’s hand before he left. He turned to look at you, walking up to him and you wrapped him in a hug. He stiffened before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you.

“I'm sorry about earlier, I promise it wasn't because of you that I flinched. I want you to know that.” you murmured into his neck. He hugged you tighter.

“I believe you, maybe someday you can tell me about it.” you nodded against him and released him from the hug. He gave your hand a squeeze before leaving the room. You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. As the door clicked shut you moved to your bag to search for your favorite black sleeveless shirt and your cargo shorts, threw on your hat, mask and shoes before gathering all of your things. Once you were satisfied you had everything you stepped out of the room. All of the boys were wearing similar clothes. The new security team seemed to be taking things more seriously, they directed all of you to the stairs instead of the elevator. You hung toward the back of the group with your team. Once all of you were in the stairwell you realized that it led directly to the parking garage. How the fuck did those other buffoons not notice that. They checked the surroundings before quickly leading everyone to the large van. You and your team split off and headed to Aria, you popped the trunk quickly setting all of your bags down. This entire thing was very quick. Shortly after you settled into the car your phone rang. You looked and saw “The Better Black Cat”

“Hi Woo, what's up?” You said starting the car. It almost immediately connected to your phone. You put your phone in the holder and it automatically adjusted to fit around your phone.

“Ni Noona, one of the security guards is bringing your team a quick breakfast and then we will be heading out.” Just as he finished his sentence someone wrapped their knuckles against your window. You rolled down the window and accepted the bag of things. You thanked the man and he just curtly nodded and walked away. Turning back to the screen you saw that he had hung up on you. You rolled your eyes and handed Willow the bag. She had called shotgun as soon as she saw you walk out of your room which elicited groans from the other two.

The drive was peaceful, a perk of being up long before the sun. It only took you about twenty minutes to get to the first location. On the way you discussed who would be covering what shoots, thankfully you had a tentative schedule of the scenes. You and your team unloaded your cameras and looked at the production crew setting up. Maybe one day you could have something like that. All of you had dressed fairly casually because you knew today would be a long ass day. You had prepped by taking some pain meds before getting out of the car.

“Okay, we are all set, we can put on the harnesses the closer we get to shooting time. When they get done with hair and makeup we will need to split up and get as much footage as possible. Later tonight we will need to upload it to our drive so we have enough storage to continue for the next two days.” You walked to the front of Aria and grabbed your sunglasses. You tucked them into your black Nike fanny pack with your keys, phone, glasses cloth, and spare pain meds. You brought it just so you would have some extra space for miscellaneous things. All you had to do was wait now. Deciding to explore you meanered around the set, this was definitely going to be an amazing shoot.

“You must be Onyx,” You jumped, turned around and saw an older man. You recognized him from a couple of other things you participated in. Taejong Song. You bowed.

“Yes sir that's me,” he held his hand out for you to shake. You stepped forward and shook it with both hands.

“I heard from some of the other staff that you had been hired to film the logbooks. I was interested to meet you in person, I have seen some of your work, I must say it is fascinating how you capture the models. I admire your dark aesthetic, most people would not fathom going into darker emotions or photography, you have an amazing talent for making the person feel with your photos. I also appreciate your creativity with fire as a medium, not many people use that either.” He smiled at you and you had to resist letting your jaw drop. This man had been a large figure of the K-Pop industry for a long time, and he was complimenting you. You had looked up to him for years and now he was standing in front of you.

“Thank you sir. It is an honor to be praised by someone I have respected for a long time” You bowed again. Someone yelled to get his attention in the distance.

“Duty calls, if we have the chance I would love to see more of your work. I might even ask for your opinions on some of the shots we take here.”

“It would be my pleasure to help in any way I can.” He nodded at you and stepped away. You turned around and resisted the very large urge to scream. You walked into the closest room and started celebrating. You had thrown your arms up in the air and let out a short whoop of excitement. You didn't realize that it was the makeup room in your excitement. You flushed as soon as you noticed the entire hyung line looking at you with curious gazes and large smiles. Their makeup and hair artists were snickering at your blatant display. You gently backed out of the room without a word. You took off almost running after you were out of their sight. You had to go tell your team everything. You went back the way you came when you started wandering. You found them huddled up right outside the main door to the building.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, you guys will never believe what just happened to me!!” You said while walking up to them. Some of the lingering staff looked at you and shook their heads.

“What happened?” Forrest asked, looking at you with a genuine grin.

“So you know that Taejong Song is the director for the MV. You also know that I have looked up to this man for his directing and producing for ages. Well, he recognized me and told me that he liked my work!! He also said he might ask for my input on some of the shots. I am literally freaking the fuck out.” You were bouncing around the three of them. They looked at you with amused smiles, happy that you were back to normal.

“Wait really?! I wonder if he would recognize the rest of us! He has done some of my favorite MVs!” Aurora matched your excitement.

“Onyx?” You hear someone ask softly from behind you. You turned and looked at the woman. She was just shorter than you and looked nervous.

“Yeah that's me,” you stepped toward the woman, she looked like one of the hairstylists that was working on one of the boys. You could have been wrong, you only quickly glanced at everyone before making your escape.

“Hoongjoong asked me to give this to you. I was also told to let you know we would be starting in about ten minutes” She held out a small piece of paper. You gently took it from her.

“Thank you.” She nodded and quickly scurried away like she was almost afraid of you. You shook your head at her, this was a common reaction from people that didn’t know you. Turning back to your team you gently opened the letter.

Shutterbug,

I am glad to see you in good spirits after everything that has happened the last two days. You will have to tell us about what prompted your small celebration earlier. Seeing you happy made us happy, we can't wait to see you in action.

With love,

Hongjoong.

You clutched the paper to your chest and smiled. He really knew how to make a person swoon.

“What’s got you smiling like a stupid lovesick teenager?” Forrest reached out to take the paper from you. You clutched it closer to your chest.

“If I show you you can't advertise it okay?” You were slightly embarrassed at the prospect of sharing something like this. The three of them nodded and Aurora snatched the letter from your hand as you held it out. She let out a squeal. Forrest and Willow crowded around her and both of them looked at you with large smiles.

“He is so totally into you!” Aurora attempted to whisper. She was louder than you wanted her to be. You snatched the note back from her.

“Shh, I do not need everyone and their fucking ancestors hearing you.” Aurora rolled her eyes at your scolding and the other two laughed at her. “We should go and get things together for the start of filming.” You walked past them, gently you put the note in your pocket; you were definitely going to be keeping this in your wallet. You didn't check if they were following you as you made your way over to the van that had most of your bigger gear. Grabbing one of the harnesses you got yourself set up to the best of your ability. You really needed to label these so you didn't have to keep readjusting it. Forrest came up behind you and tightened up the straps. You did the same for him when he got it over his head. Once you helped all of them get their harnesses on and the arms attached you made your way to Aria who had all of your cameras. You quickly went to the front to grab your wallet out of the compartment you hid it in. Once you had it in hand you opened it and smiled at the polaroid picture of you and Hongjoong.

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE,” you heard Aurora shout from right next to you. You startled and almost threw your wallet. “IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?? POSING FOR A PICTURE THAT YOU KEEP IN YOUR WALLET??” You brought your hand up to your ear to get rid of the small amount of ringing she caused.

“For fucks sake, I just wanted to put the note away you dont need to scream I am right here.” You grumbled at her. You pulled the note from your pocket and put it into one of the zipper pockets of your wallet.

“No, you don't get to brush this one off. You've been gatekeeping the cutest picture of you and the captain and I want to see it.” You reluctantly handed your wallet to her and let her thoroughly inspect the picture. Willow had come up behind her and looked over her shoulder. Forrest had approached from the side and looked as well.

“Okay but his hand on your waist and the finger hearts have my heart melting” Willow chuckled. You rolled your eyes at the three of them and walked to the back of Aria to get your camera. You grabbed the camera bag and slid it toward you. Pulling out your camera you attached it to the arm of the gimbal. To save space you consolidated all of your cameras into one bag, which may have had to be slightly modified to do what you needed. You also grabbed the small polaroid camera bag and slung it over your head to hang around your neck. You took the front portion off for easier access to the camera and threw it into the bag. After you adjusted it to sit at a decent place you grabbed the small polaroid folio and stuck it in your pocket for easy access. Normally you would have put it in your fanny pack but you knew today was going to be fast paced and that you wouldn’t have time to fiddle around with getting it out. Truly it was your favorite accessory you purchased, you could take as many pictures as you could and would have good storage to keep them safe.

Once you had everything together you checked on everyone else. They were settled and had been chattering about something. You checked to make sure they put your wallet back, thankfully they had. Closing everything on Aria you locked her and started toward the building. As you approached the building you could hear some of the production team loudly discussing some minute detail. You made your way further into the building toward the hair and makeup room you accidentally stumbled upon earlier. Your team was shortly behind you as you stepped into the room. Most of the people were gone and only the boys had lingered around.

“Hi Y/n-nie,” Yunho said with a smile. “How do we look?”

“Amazing as always, very mafioso, very bold and sexy.” you watched as his smile widened. Yeosang covered his face with his hands; knowing him he was smiling and blushing like he always did when he received a compliment. You laughed at the two of them and their reaction. Looking over to the other side you saw Hongjoong with a smirk and Seonghwa with a genuine smile. “I have a question for you boys. Would one of you be willing to take a picture of us? I want to capture our first big shoot as a company.”

“I can,” Yunho stepped toward you. Reaching down you grabbed the polaroid camera. He tilted his head, like the curious puppy he is, at the camera almost as if he wasn't expecting you to pull out another. You heard Willow and Aurora giggle behind you as you took it off of the back of your neck and handed it to him.

“Okay, it is fairly simple, just point and shoot, the picture will print out the top and that's it!” You excitedly handed him the camera. Each of the other boys in the vicinity approached and watched as your team gathered around each other. Aurora and you were in the center with Willow to your side and Forrest to hers. You had your arms thrown around their shoulders and were smiling so wide you were afraid your face would split. It was a little awkward with the gimbals and cameras in front of you but you didn't care. Yunho took the picture and you were momentarily blinded by the flash; you would have to turn that off. The camera whirred and started printing the picture. When it was finished Yunho took it out of the top of the camera and proceeded to shake it. Hongjoong made a noise of protest and snatched the picture from him.

“You can't shake it, it makes it come out weird.” He said as he gently handed it to you. You were smiling even wider if that was possible, you couldn’t get over the fact that he remembered some small conversation from weeks ago. Yunho looked at you and you nodded confirming the fact. You brought out the small book and stuck it into one of the slots. You looked back up to see Hongjoong was looking at you with a sheepish smile. Yunho gently handed you the camera and you returned it to its original spot.

“Thank you Yuyu! I can't wait to see how it comes out!”

“Seonghwa, you are needed for the first shoot of the day,” someone peeked their head in and disappeared before you could see who it was. Your team split as he approached. You turned on your camera and started recording as you followed him. The rest of the boys split up and wandered around, your team did the same.

As you followed him you admired the outfit they had him in, it suited him very well. The wide brimmed hat and long trench coat accentuated his features. You watched as he started his scene. He was fascinating to watch and took critiques very well. You got a few closeups of him while he was doing his face acting. The ballerinas were amazing as they flew past him in quick succession. He hadn't even flinched when one of them accidentally ran into his hat, he just chuckled and started from the top. After a few minutes there was a pause, you decided now was your time. You grabbed the polaroid and snapped a quick picture of him, you stashed the picture in your folio for later before anyone else noticed, thankfully you turned off the flash before taking the photo. You watched as he continued, he was excluding the resistance leader persona, he really was amazing at acting. He only took a few takes before the director was satisfied.

All of the people packed up and started moving to where the next scene would be. You met up with Willow who was already filming some of the beginnings of one of Hongjoong's individual parts. They were discussing what they wanted for the shots and he executed them flawlessly. You watched as he monitored his part critiquing himself, you thought it looked okay but you were also a little farther away than he was. He stopped and spoke to Willow saying something along the lines of this being fun and that the music video would be very unique. He did the scene again and monitored himself intensely. Once he and the director were satisfied they moved on.

You watched as San came in through the throng of people. He looked so good in this style. Very regal and all over sexy. You felt your heart pick up as he glanced over at you. Shortly after San appeared, Yunho appeared. He nodded to you and the camera with a small smile. Aurora wasn't too far behind him. Forrest came in with Wooyoung and Yeosang. The production team and some photographers lined them up for their first MV group shot. Quickly grabbing your poleroid you also snapped a picture. You smiled and tucked it away. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Forrest maneuvering to get a closeup of all of them. Thankfully he didn't have to move much with the amazing zoom on his camera.

Everyone splits up again after they finish and you approach Yunho who is getting some of his makeup touched up. He smiles at you and starts speaking to your camera.

“Okay! We're at the 'Ice On My Teeth' group choreo shoot location. Right now, Seong Hwa hyung is with the ballerinas. I'm planning on watching Seong Hwa hyung act alone. I'm not saying I'll be the one recording I'm just planning on watching!” You snickered at his backtracking. “Seong Hwa hyung's... Facial acting! I wonder how it'll turn out…” You smile at him and give him a thumbs up. You turn to look at Aurora who is standing to the side of the production camera to get Seonghwa’s part. He ran it a couple of times and the director was satisfied.

“I'm really sorry can we run it one more time.” You watched as he made a minute change to his facial expression. This one was the one, you knew it. You watched as the crew reset and got everyone together for the group dancing scene. Forrest stepped in this time trading places with Aurora. He was following the person in the center.

Willow was to the side closest to the monitoring station. She was currently waiting for them to finish and would record who went over to monitor. To no one’s surprise it was Yunho that went to monitor the recording for choreography flaws. Seonghwa discovered where you were and approached you.

“Don't I look scary right now?” You watched him with a smile, he returned it with a cute cat-like smile. “But! I'm a nice guy!” He starts to walk away but he turns back to you and motions with two fingers that I’m watching you. You shake your head at him.

You turn slightly to see San and Yunho approaching the camera. Yunho comes up from behind San and threatens to flick his hair “Perfect hair for finger flicks.” You cover the bottom half of your face to stifle a giggle. He looked satisfied with himself and walked away. San approaches without a word, gives a double peace sign and a cute smile then walks away.

You watched as they stepped toward the middle again. Aurora was standing close enough to get San, Yuyu, and Joongie in her shot. Yunho walks up to her and starts talking about how hot it was. You heard him say “face check,” as he checked himself out in her camera. He stepped away and out of the frame and looked straight at you. He was smiling and winked at you before returning to where he was previously. Everyone gathered up after the director announced he was ready. You, Forrest, and Aurora had taken spots spread out across the space to showcase the different angles. After a couple more takes they were finished. Hongjoong approached Forrest who was the closest to the center. They started chattering and you smiled at the two of them.

You made your way out to the car so you could travel to the next location. You had about a two and a half hour drive ahead of you and it was just barely after sunrise. You made quick work of getting your harnesses off to put them in the back of your car. Between all of your travel bags, tech bag, and the harnesses you knew something would be back there with them. It was going to be a tight fit but it would have to work. Forrest and Willow ended up in the back seat this time, the arms for the harnesses were sitting between them as well as the camera bag. Once everyone was settled you put on your sunglasses over your normal glasses and started following the procession of KQ vans to your next location. Thankfully you had the opportunity to stop to get brunch.

After what felt like forever you finally pulled into the next location, it was a tall office building. You got out of the car and were immediately hit in the face with how hot it was outside. You could only imagine what it would be like inside, if your instincts were right there would be very little air conditioning. You pulled your hat down to shield yourself from the sun shining overhead. You heard the loud chatter of the boys before you saw them, they all had their makeup done but were in plain clothes. It must have been so they wouldn’t wrinkle their outfits.

You grabbed all of the things you had earlier and headed into the building. You were right, little to no air conditioning. You saw some of the boys walking in and out of rooms, some of them were half dressed and the others were being followed by makeup artists to make sure they didn’t sweat off their makeup.

“Don’t get caught drooling,” you heard Forrest whisper next to you. You shoved him away and started heading toward the elevator to go up to the eighth floor. You had pushed the button and nothing happened. For fucks sake, if this damn thing wasnt working you were going to cry. You could already feel the ache in your knee from merely thinking about climbing up eight flights of stairs. You tried again to no avail. Fuck.

“The elevator isn't working,” you said to the rest of your team as they approached. The entire thing made you want to beat your head against the wall.

“Let's get climbing,” Willow said in a determined voice. You rolled your eyes and followed her. By the time you got to the top of the stairs you knew you would have to take more pain meds. While the pain was minute now, it would only get worse after you went back down the stairs. You reached into your fanny pack and grabbed the bottle of painkillers, you poured a couple out before realizing you didn't have anything to take them with. You shrugged and decided to just do it. Forrest watched you with a horrified expression. He could barely take pills, let alone without a drink.

You turned around at the sound of approaching footsteps, you watched as Yeosang and Yunho walked in. What you wouldn’t give to have a cutesy little fan like they did. As if Yeosang read your mind he handed it to you silently as he walked past. You turned it toward you and sighed in content. Yunho watched you with a smile and handed his fan to Aurora. She looked at you and you could tell she was trying really hard not to freak the hell out. Her eyes were wide and held an almost crazy glint to them. Forrest approached you and stood in the small wave of cool air the little fan was putting out. Once the director came in and started talking to the boys, your team scattered to various parts of the room in front of the scene. You listened to the director tell the boys how he would like for the scene to come out. Yunho had said something akin to “I'm going to disappear now! Boop!” Before the scene started which made you and a few other people laugh. After a couple of takes the director spoke with them again because he decided to change the scene a bit. They had initially started with Yeosang doing all of the lines but then they switched it to the doll he was holding to have one.

Aurora shoved you lightly toward them and laughed as you immediately took a step back. You shot her a glare over you shoulder and flipped her off behind your back, “You know I fucking hate those things, don’t shove me toward it.” You turned back around and glared at the damn thing. Your mom had one while you were growing up and you could have sworn it was haunted.

You turned back to look at the two breathtaking men in front of you. The two of them had amazing chemistry on and off camera, their gazes met briefly before looking at the camera. You were one of the few people that knew about their relationship, which in turn made you see more than just their friendly chemistry. There was a fleeting moment that Yunho glanced down to Yeosang’s lips that you caught but no one else seemed to.

After a few more takes the director released them. You watched as they politely bowed to everyone and thanked them for their help. As Yeosang walked past you to head to Forrest in the back of the room you handed him back his little fan. You stuck around the main part of the shoot and watched, you only caught bits and pieces of what Yeosang was saying to the camera. Yunho had come up and rested his arm on your shoulder. You turned to look at him without moving around too much. He was already looking at you with a grin. You could have melted under his gaze. He had started to share the fan with you, you almost leaned into him to get closer to it, and maybe him. You were caught up in watching all of the people milling about changing things and getting people set up for the next scene. San broke your trance when he came up to your camera and started complaining that the elevator wasn’t working before disappearing into the chaos.

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, “I had to climb eight flights of stairs with a stupid ass harness on and a bum knee.” Yunho was the only one who caught your grumbling. He laughed at you and detached himself to head to someone who was calling for him.

Wooyoung appeared just a couple of minutes later. Both of the men had already been briefed on what they wanted for the shot and they began. You flinched at how close the camera got to San but smiled as he said “I'll narrowly evade the camera.” You watched as he pushed his face just a hair closer to the camera. He turned around to see if you caught that, you gave him a thumbs up and he smiled widely.

Just a minute later the director was joking around about the wink they added to the scene. Both boys were laughing and Woo had a small blush on his face at the praise. When the director got more serious, San started singing one of the songs from Chicago the Musical. You smiled and rolled your eyes at him and heard some of the people behind you snickering too.

A few more takes and they were done, San was very excited to be done and was interrogating the director if he was. Once the director confirmed the fact he started saying goodbye to everyone using a mix of English and Korean. Wooyoung had made fun of him for it and you laughed at the entire thing. He sounded like you when you couldn’t think of a word in Korean or the other way around. Before leaving he approached you and whispered 'See you ne-il jagi”

You immediately flushed, you actually knew that term of endearment because you had heard Hongjoong call Seonghwa by that name a couple of times. Before you could even turn to look at him he was with Willow and speaking to her about being done for the day.

You followed Wooyoung and the production crew down a couple of flights of stairs to go to the next place you were going to shoot. You watched as Wooyoung found a mirror in another room within the vicinity and started taking pictures. You pulled out your Polaroid and snapped a picture of him taking a mirror selfie. He hadn’t noticed thankfully. This was definitely the one you would be giving to San. You tucked it away in your folio and approached him as he was standing up.

“Woo, Want a picture with the polaroid?” He turned around like he was shocked that you had caught him taking selfies in the mirror. He smiled at you and nodded with enthusiasm. You grabbed the camera again and handed it to him. Before you could step away he tugged you close, your camera almost hit the mirror with the sudden movement. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave you a slight warning before taking the picture in the mirror. You were smiling like an idiot, and were sure he was doing the same. You grabbed the picture before he could and put it in your pocket, you would put it in the folio later. He then moved just slightly to wrap his arm more around your front from where he stood just slightly behind you. He jokingly kissed your cheek as he took the picture. You turned to look at him with wide eyes, honestly you should have known he would have pulled something like this, you had seen enough of him “torturing” poor Yeosang. He snatched the picture and put it into the pocket of the outfit he was wearing.

“For good luck.” You laughed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

“If you wanted a kiss all you had to do was ask” You pecked him on the cheek before walking away. You made your way to the main portion of where you would be filming his individual shoot. Aurora was looking at you with a shit eating grin. You knew that she had seen the whole interaction. You flipped her off and continued toward the back of the room. Both her and Forrest let out loud laughs at your obscene gesture. You let them take over for this shoot, you hung back by the rest of the staff.

“I can't believe they hired someone like her, I mean look at her tattoos; she is flaunting them everywhere.” a feminine voice murmured behind you. It sounded vaguely familiar; you wondered if it was the girl that brought you the note.

“Right? Who would want to have her work for them when she clearly doesn't respect her own body,” another voice responded. You rolled your eyes at them. People were so bitchy when it came to you, how you dressed and how you chose to decorate your body; especially when you had summer clothes on. It was hot as balls out, and they expected you to be a saint and cover your tattoos.

“Personally, I think it makes her look stunning and badass, and she clearly knows how to act better than the two of you who are murmuring where she can clearly hear you.”

Hongjoong. You couldn't hold back the smirk that formed on your face. You heard the two of them let out small gasps and scurry away. “Don't listen to them, you're a badass, they're just jealous.” You turned to look at him, he had appeared at your side after the girls’ footsteps faded.

“At this point I just ignore people like them. It's not the first time I have heard that conversation and I am pretty sure it won't be the last. Thank you for defending me though.” You offered him a genuine smile and took in his outfit, he looked really damned good.

“Well, when I am around I will definitely say something about it so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He walked away before you could formulate a response. You watched as the photographers took some more pictures of him and Woo behind the picture frame. Willow and Aurora were on either side of the photographers in the middle. They would get some really good shots together. You wandered over to Forrest and hung out by him waiting for the rest of the things to be done. Wooyoung had immediately approached you after they were finished. You gave him a thumbs up while Forrest meandered away to head to the next shoot.

“Hey ATINY! We're at the set of the mini 11th album 'Ice On My Teeth' MV shoot! Our first shoot location was Incheon, and now we're in Paju! We went to work early in the morning for the group shoot~ Also did the group choreo, And we wrapped up the day with individual shoots. I’m excited to see the results! Shooting the MV today, I found out it was in the monotone style that I like. I think it'll come out looking amazing, and I'm excited for it! There's still quite a bit of time until our official comeback, I'm patiently waiting for that day! I'll do my best tomorrow when we go shoot at Hongcheon in the Gangwon province. Hwaiting!”

“You did great today Woo, I'm proud of you.” You said after turning off your camera. You had taken to doing this in some of the off time so you could save battery and film. He smiled at you and threw his hand in a stop-it motion. You rolled your eyes at the playful gesture.

“You don't know how to take a compliment do you? You are just like Sangie.” He made a noise of protest while he looked at you with his brows furrowed and promptly smacked you lightly on the shoulder. “You want to start that? I think I know who will win.” You mock seriousness. His eyes widened slightly and he retreated back a step. You laughed at him and pulled him into a side hug.

After you and Woo split ways you made your way down a couple of floors to where they were going to be filming Hongjoong’s part. You watched him come out in a really interesting style. You had to admit the fur looked good on him, but the hair wasn't it for you. You preferred his natural hair, as you did with all of the boys. Hongjoong did an amazing job with his rap takes. You watched him pose with the bow holding it out slightly.

If only I could use that gods awful looking bow to pull him into a kiss. Woah, where the fuck did that thought come from? You need to calm the hell down.

You followed him and the crew out to the main area for the scene you dreaded. He was getting touch ups done and Aurora was in front of him filming. “I have a very interesting hairstyle done today. They say this is a hairstyle for hair certification tests! Our hairstylists told me it's the 'finger wave' hairstyle, and it's part of the hair exam. I look like a disobedient... Young master. Later, it will be displayed together with the artwork”

You watched the makeup artists do their thing and considered changing your profession. You shook your head to relieve yourself of the thoughts, you hardly wore makeup as it is there was no way you would survive as a makeup artist. The closest you ever got to doing any kind of routine was a moisturizer and some mascara, and on very rare occasions some eyeliner. Watching them hook Hongjoong up to the wires to lift him into the air made you nervous. You were always cautious when it came to people being away from the ground. You watched as he did his part while hanging there, between each shot he was let down. The makeup artist and hair stylists kept him looking perfect, like he even needed them to do that.

Something in the back of your mind told you that you should pull up your polaroid. Just as you grabbed it you watched Hongjoong do a cute superman pose while he was being lifted up. You quickly snapped the picture, Seonghwa would absolutely love this. Grabbing the picture you put it in your pocket to gift to Hwa later.

He did another take and was let down again. The stylists started fussing over him again and you heard him say “Thank you for petting me so much! Wow, they’re praising me so much for doing a good job!” You rolled your eyes almost in annoyance. Willow who was standing next to you let out a quiet snort at your reaction. You reached over to smack her without letting your eyes leave him. Once they finished monitoring and discussing changing some of the details he was hooked back up and being lifted. After a few awkward seconds of him hanging there and looking over the room you were surprised that he looked at you.

“It's like... Everyone... Is watching as if it’s a children’s talent show. I feel like I'm receiving a lot of attention!” he was staring intently at your camera and you smiled at him; your mild annoyance fading. They called for the scene to start and he fell back into professional mode. He got the take and everyone clapped for him. He was finally put back on the ground for good, you let out a small sigh of relief. Willow approached him and he started talking to the camera.

Everyone was shutting down for the day so you took it as your cue to leave. You made your way back down the few flights of stairs and walked out to Aria. As you were meandering you reached into your pocket to check that you had your collection of polaroid pictures. Once you got to Aria you set your camera in the bag and grabbed some tape to mark which harness was yours. Forrest was the next one to come out of the building followed by Aurora and lastly Willow. You felt something vibrate and you reached into the fannypack to get your phone out. You saw a message from Captain.

Could I possibly get a ride back to the hotel with you guys? I really don't want to be in a huge van by myself.

Yeah I'm good with that, we are outside and packing up our things, you can head out whenever you are ready. I'll make the three stooges sit in the back so you don't have to be all cramped up with them.

Thank you! I will be out in a sec.

“Joongie is going to be riding with us to the hotel, he gets shotgun.” The three of them released small groans. You laughed at their childishness as they continued to take off their gear and put away their cameras.

“Want to see the polaroids I got from today to make up for it?” Aurora nodded at you and stepped closer. You pulled out the pictures you had. Your first was of the four of you, Yunho did an awesome job taking the picture. The second was Seonghwa leaning against a light holding his prop and looking gorgeous, The next was the group shot, the fourth was Woo taking mirror selfies. The fifth was when Woo took the picture of the both of you, and the sixth was Hongjoong doing his cute superman pose.

“I love those!! We should totally make an Ateez scrapbook!” Aurora suggested.

“I was thinking more along the lines of giving them some of the pictures and then the leftovers we could have for something like a scrapbook.”

“I like that too!!” She giggled. Once they had finished looking you pocketed the pictures. When everything was where it needed to be, the four of you got into the car. The three of them had taken their spots in the back seat, thankfully it was fairly spacious so they were not too cramped. You turned on the car and connected your phone to turn on the road trip playlist. You hated the radio with a burning passion, so as soon as you could you connected your phone. You set it in the holder and watched as it adjusted to your phone. Once it connected the first song to pop up was one of your favorites, Shaboom. You couldn’t help but to sing along quietly. Immediately after hearing this song the first time you couldn't resist adding it to the playlist.

Just as it was getting to the chorus you saw Hongjoong approaching the car. He opened the door and looked baffled at the song playing, like he hadn't expected it. You laughed at him. Once he got settled you made your way following the procession of KQ vans to the new hotel. This hotel was already nicer looking than the other hotel. There were people meandering about that looked like security. You handed Hongjoong your hat so he could cover his face a little better while you got closer. Your windows were fairly dark, but you did not want to take any chances. As soon as you parked several men approached your car. One of them knocked on the window and you rolled it down slightly.

“Are you Onyx, Moonstone, Topaz, and Amethyst?” He must have been someone with the Xikers team to know your aliases.

“Yes sir, I also have Hongjoong with me,” you motioned to the man sitting next to you. He nodded at you and called over the other men.

“We are going to escort everyone into the hotel, please quickly grab your bags so we can get in as soon as possible.” You looked around to the rest of the people in your car and they all nodded. The man stepped back and you got out of the car after popping the trunk. You grabbed your three bags and stepped aside to let your team do the same. When everyone had their stuff you shut the trunk and locked the car. The security team immediately flanked all of you, Hongjoong stepped out of the car and immediately put his head down just in case. You followed the very professional security team without incident.

You were immediately led up to your floor, you could hear the chatter of the other boys. A couple of them popped their heads out of their rooms. You were immediately happy that KQ had gotten the floor, it also surprised you that they could considering how last minute it was. You met eyes with Jongho who smiled at you with his gummy smile. You returned it and then looked down to your keycard, it was the one for the room next to him. Walking past him you patted his head before unlocking your door. You stepped into the room, it was a little smaller than the first one but you didn’t care, hell you would be happy with sharing a room if it meant that everyone was safe. You didn't hear the door close behind you so you turned around and saw Yeosang and Jongho standing in the entryway to your room. You waved them in and both of them shuffled forward and made themselves at home on your bed.

You set all of your things down and got out your camera and laptop. Sitting in the chair in front of the desk you plugged things in and started your upload. You had several hours of footage to transfer. You stretched yourself out and smiled at the two who were scrolling on their phones while leaning together on your bed. Standing up you moved to plug all of your electronics in. After you finished you made your way to the bathroom to change into your pjs. You changed quickly and headed back out to the main portion of your room. Fuck, the team needed their cameras to upload the footage to their computers. You walked over to the bag and grabbed the three cameras. You put Willow’s over your head and let the strap hold it against your stomach, Grabbing the other two cameras you made your way out of the room. You knocked on the rooms across from you only for Seonghwa to pop out his head, his hair was soaking wet and you could see most of his bare shoulders.

“Sorry, I'm looking for my team, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing.” You could feel your face turning red just at the thought of what was behind that door.

He chuckled, “okay, I know that they aren't in the next room but further than that I have no idea where they are. All of us are scattered because of the last minute booking.”

“Thanks Hwa, see you tomorrow, get some good sleep.”

“You too, Y/n.” He gently shut the door. You made your way down the hall and knocked on the next closest door. This time it was San who answered. You took in the view before you, he was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats. Your eyes went wide and you snapped your gaze back to his face. He was smirking at you.

“Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I'm just looking for my team to get their cameras to them.” Wooyoung appeared behind him and set his head on San’s shoulder.

“Here I was thinking you might want to come spend time with us, they're in the rooms across from ours.” San’s deep voice reverberated through you. You felt your blush intensify.

You looked at your feet and muttered “thank you, goodnight” before stepping away from them. You heard them echo your words and their door shut. You heard Wooyoung laughing on the other side of the door. They both knew exactly what they were doing. You knocked on the door across the hall. Aurora peeked her head out, her black and blue hair falling in her face. You handed her her camera and took the one around your neck off to give to Willow.

“Thank you, I was just about to come get them from you!”

“Of course, I figured I would get them to you before I got settled for the night. I'll let you get back to whatever you are doing, just don't forget to upload everything.”

“Will do, captain," she said with a wink. You shook your head at her and stepped toward the next door. You gently knocked and Forrest had swung his door open. He was the only man that answered that had a shirt on, which you thanked god for. You handed him the last camera and he nodded at you in thanks. This time of the night he was a man of few words. You left to go back to your room. You knocked lightly and heard soft footsteps approaching. Yeosang was the one who opened the door. He stepped aside to let you in. As you approached the bed you dramatically plopped onto it.

“You have a good day Noona?” You looked back at Yeosang and your breath slightly caught. His beautiful brown eyes were already looking at you, the birthmark right next to his eye was visible and you really wanted to reach out and caress it.

“Yeah, it was really fun. I might be a little sore later but it was totally worth it.” Jongho looked down at you, you could see the thoughts swimming behind his eyes. After a moment's pause he patted the spot next to him, a silent invitation. You sat up from your prone position across the foot of the bed and scooted closer. You settled yourself next to him, laying your head on his shoulder. He laid his head on yours and grabbed his phone again. Yeosang climbed onto the bed, laid himself across your lap, and reached across you to put his hand on Jongho’s thigh. Jongho had grabbed his phone from where he laid it down initially. He let you watch as he played some games. Yeosang was just scrolling on his phone. You reached down and started to run your fingers through Yeosang’s hair. He hummed at your gentle massage against his scalp. You could feel yourself relaxing, before you knew it your eyes had fluttered closed and you fell into dreamland.

“Is she asleep Sangie?”

“Yeah, want me to go put our things on to charge and come back to go to bed?”

“I would like that, if you don't mind.” Thankfully, they wouldn't have to worry about anyone questioning their whereabouts because they all had been split into double rooms instead of a suite. Courtesy of the last minute booking.

Yeosang extracted himself from you and grabbed his phone. He turned to look at you, your glasses were slightly askew against Jongho’s shoulder. Gently he tugged them away from your face and got up. He walked around the bed to the side Jongho was on and set your glasses next to your phone. Looking down at the two of you he smiled before taking the phone offered out to him. As he was leaving he grabbed your key as well so he wouldn't have to have Jongho get up to let him back in. He quickly completed his task and made his way back to your room. Opening the door he saw the sweetest sight he could have imagined. Jongho had slid down the headboard and had maneuvered you to where you were resting your head on his chest. He was gently cradling you and playing with your hair. Yeosang approached the bed and slid in behind you.

“Goodnight love,” Yeosang murmured.

“Goodnight Jagi.” Jongho looked down at you and left a small peck on your hair. You stirred lightly but cuddled toward him. Yeosang reached his arm around you and grabbed Jongho’s hand. The both of them smiled at each other before closing their eyes to follow your lead into the land of dreams.

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